The little tiger spirit and the head of the fairy sect

The sound of his piano froze, and the string broke because of the force.The fine Xianqin was overturned to the ground, and the person flew directly into the air, and did not land for a long time.

The corner of the clothes covered by the little tiger was torn off by the magic power of the fairy, and the fine robe was also destroyed.

However, these are not the point for the little tiger.

The point is, why did Xianjun treat him like this again?

Is his form ugly?

He secretly took a picture of himself in the mirror. Although he was not as good-looking as Xianjun, he was not ugly either.

The little tiger even thought he was a little bit cute.

Why does Xianjun dislike him so much?

Feng Mu cleared his throat, his complexion changed and changed rarely, and finally condensed into a cold look.

"Little Tiger?"

The little tiger spirit felt that his master finally recognized him, nodded excitedly, and replied with aggrieved and puzzled: "Master, it's me."

Feng Mu's face froze when he heard it.He fell to the ground slowly, changed another piece of clothes and threw it over, leaving him far away from the little tiger who is usually the closest.

The little tiger put on his clothes aggrieved, and was about to cry when he saw his master who had stepped back several steps because he had moved forward.

Why did his master treat him like this again?

"Master, I'm a little tiger. Don't stay so far away from me..."

The little tiger couldn't help crying as he spoke.

When Xianjun Fengmu saw the little tiger that he cherished in the past crying like this, his heart that had been quiet for many years couldn't help but move, and there was a faint throbbing pain.His eyes closed shut, and when he opened them again they returned to their usual calmness.

"Since you have cultivated human form, it is inconvenient for me to treat you as a pet anymore. Get out of here...to find your own fate."

Feng Mu turned around, waving his wide sleeves, as if he didn't want to take another look at the little tiger.

The little tiger was stunned, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Xianjun's words, and he opened his mouth unwillingly, as if trying to grab something desperately, "Master, master! It's me...it's your little tiger Ah... what are you talking about... I don't understand..."

Feng Mu still turned his back on his back, and there was no trace of emotion in his voice: "Don't pester me anymore, go down the mountain quickly."

The little tiger felt that he would never take human form again. He wanted to be the little tiger of his master for the rest of his life, so he didn't want to go down the mountain to find some predestined relationship.

His fate is his master.

The little tiger changed into its original form, quickly ran to Fengmu's side, and bit his sleeve with its teeth, just like in the past.

Acting like a baby has become a pleading.

"Master, master! I don't want to leave you! I will never change into a human form again, woooooo... don't let me go... woooo..."

The little tiger felt that he was in much more pain now than when the sky thunder struck, not only the physical pain, but also the throbbing pain in his heart, he felt that he was about to die from the pain.

Feng Mu sighed deeply, and couldn't help but soften his tone: "You go to other peaks to be an inner sect disciple, and practice hard. That's what you should do."

The little tiger shook his head vigorously, and couldn't help but let out a long howl, his tears wet the fur on his face, and the fur all over his body was no longer as bright as before, and became dull.

He doesn't want to practice, and he doesn't want to be an inner disciple. He just wants to be by his master's side forever.

Feng Mu finally turned his head to look at the little tiger, and didn't want to say anything more.

Saying anything is futile.

Feng Mu cut off the sleeve where the little tiger was biting with his hand sword, and with another gust of wind, he threw the little tiger to the foot of the mountain.

The last words he left to the little tiger were, "The fate between you and me is broken, don't ever meet again in the future... If you meet...you don't know me."

The voice of the words dissipated in the wind, and the tears were blown dry.

Only when the little tiger was lying at the foot of the mountain did he fully feel that he was really, really abandoned by his master.

In the end, it was Bai Lu who picked up the little tiger back to the Qingjing Peak of Zhuwen Xianzun, and made him an inner disciple of Zhuwen Xianzun.

Zhu Wen Xianzun pulled his beard, looked at the sullen little tiger, and sighed with sympathy.

Zhuwen Xianzun gave the little tiger a few practice books, and asked Bailu to teach the little tiger how to read.

Before he left, he left a message of persuasion and exhortation to the little tiger: "Little tiger, don't be sad...cough...who doesn't know that although the head is upright, he is cold and indifferent, and usually has little contact with people... …You are cultivating the human form as well as the predestined relationship, so you should practice hard in this Qingjing Peak from now on, and remember not to reappear the original form easily..."

The little tiger's emotions that had just stabilized collapsed again. He opened his mouth and wailed loudly, holding Bai Lu's hand while crying.

"Wuuuuuuu...I don't want any fate...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The egret was held by the hand, and changed from human form to original form, and then from original form to human form again. The little tiger still didn't finish crying, but the crying egret could already fall into samadhi in the sound of crying.