Mrs. Fox is too serious!

Jiang Xundao didn't know where he was from, nor did he know his date of birth, nor had he met the parents who gave birth to him.

She grew up in the Yunqing Dao Temple in Yunqing Mountain. She was picked up by the master on the side of the road when she was a child, wrapped in a tattered Taoist robe, and carried up the mountain by the master.

The surname is also taken from the master's surname, Jiang.

Master Jiang Huaishan is the master of Yunqing Temple.

Although the Taoist temple has a nice name and has a master, Jiang Huaishan is actually a disciple like Jiang Xundao, who was picked up and raised since childhood.

When Jiang Xundao was five years old, he went down the mountain for the first time.

The master dragged her to the foot of the mountain to tell fortunes and earn money to buy rice.

"My friend, Pindao sees that your seal is black and your eyes are dull. I'm afraid there will be bloody disasters in the near future. Why don't you ask Pindao to make a fortune teller for you to ward off disasters for you?"

The master squatted by the side of the road, carrying a banner on his shoulder with the words Le Tian Zhi Fate So No Worry, pretending to be an unfathomable outsider, saying the same thing when he saw people.

Master was busy telling people's fortunes, while Jiang Xundao was curiously looking at the colorful goods in the market, unable to move his eyes away.

She was wearing a patched Taoist robe, which was remade by the master from an old Taoist robe. The sleeves grew a lot, and several layers were rolled up, revealing short white hands that looked like lotus roots. Wang Wang's big eyes flicker and flicker, making people feel happy just looking at them.

Seeing Jiang Xundao squatting in front of an iron cage, the peddler who was selling livestock by the roadside hurriedly poked his head over and joked with the cute little boy with a smile: "Master Xiaodao, the cage is a god fox, do you want to see it?" Buy it and take it to the Taoist temple for alchemy."

Jiang Xundao had never talked to strangers except for his master, and when the peddler spoke, she blushed, looked down at the corner of the patched Taoist robe, and said nothing.

The peddler spoke a few words, but Jiang Xundao didn't see an answer, so he stepped aside boredly and continued to yell and sell livestock.

Jiang Xundao saw that the peddler ignored him, so he squatted down and looked carefully at the iron cage in front of him.

Inside the cage was a white ball, curled up in a small ball with no head or tail.

The peddler said it was a fox, but Jiang Xundao thought it was a white dumpling, and he couldn't see a fox.

"What a fat little white ball." Jiang Xundao muttered, and curiously stretched out his thin and short little fingers to poke the little white ball in the cage.

The fur is soft and slippery, easy to touch.

Jiang Xundao touched it for a while, but he didn't see any movement from the little white ball.

Only then did he have the courage to put his hand into the arms of the little white ball.

In the arms of the little white ball, I accidentally pinched a small protrusion, which was soft and the size of a small bean.

Jiang Xundao was so playful that he pinched the little bean and tugged it a few times.

I don't know if it hurt from pinching, but the little white ball, which had not moved all this time, suddenly squeaked, buried its head in his arms, and bit Jiang Xundao's finger with a snap.

Jiang Xundao's howling like ghosts and wolves quickly attracted Master to him.

"My little ancestor, what's the matter?" Master quickly ran to Jiang Xundao's side.

With tears in his eyes, Jiang Xundao pointed at the cage with a grin, and howled loudly.

"Master, it bit me."

The little fox in the cage got up at this time, it looked so beautiful, its whole body was snow white, and there was a little bright red on the tip of its tail.

Jiang Huaishan glanced at the little fox hastily, before sighing secretly.

Jiang Xundao cried a little louder.

"Beast, don't let go." Seeing that his goods were in trouble, the peddler hurriedly scolded fiercely.

It's just that the little white fox acted as if it didn't hear it, its long and narrow eyes glowed with a dark blue light, and it bared its teeth viciously, biting Jiang Xundao's fingers fiercely, even though the braid in the peddler's hand fell on his back, he didn't let go.

The bright red blood stained the snow-white fox's teeth red, and the white hair on the chin was also stained with blood.

The peddler and Jiang Huaishan tried their best to make the little fox let go.

Jiang Xundao was already hoarse from crying, and tears were streaming down his face, looking pitiful and painful.

Jiang Huaishan was distressed and anxious at the same time, the apprentice who was brought up with great difficulty, don't go down the mountain and lose your finger.

In desperation, he took out the mahogany sword behind him, pointed at the little white fox in the cage, and reprimanded pretendingly.

"Hey, little fox demon, if you don't let go, Pindao will use the soul-suppressing sword in this hand to beat you to death."

No one could have imagined that as soon as Jiang Huaishan's pretentious nonsense uttered, the little white fox biting Jiang Xundao viciously shook his body, let go of his mouth quickly, and quickly curled up into a ball, hiding in the corner of the cage.

The little fox let go, Jiang Xundao lost his center of gravity, staggered and fell to the ground, and rolled around twice.

Holding his blood-stained fingers, he lay on the ground covered in dust and howled, refusing to get up.

Jiang Huaishan led Jiang Xundao to the medical clinic to buy a bottle of golden sore medicine, which cost several hundred pennies.

"Going down the mountain, I didn't make any money, and even lost it. It's a pity." Jiang Ziya shook his head while sighing, and led Jiang Xundao, who was still sobbing behind him, to go back to the mountain.

Jiang Xundao refused to follow his master to the death, and fell far behind, with a dirty little face like a cat, with a flat mouth and eyelashes still dripping with tears.

According to the past, Jiang Xundao definitely didn't want to walk by himself, so he had long been begging his master to hug him.

But this time she didn't dare, because the master was holding an iron cage in his hand.

Inside was the little white fox that almost bit off her fingers.

Seeing Jiang Huaishan scolding, the peddler shivered and hid in the corner as if the little white fox could understand human speech.

He thought it was really a psychic fox, and begged Jiang Huaishan to take this monster away.

Yunqing Mountain is not far from the town, the towering peak is in the cloud-shrouded sky, and Yunqing Temple is built on the mountainside.

The Taoist temple is just a few small wooden houses and a monastery hall, which is dedicated to the Sanqing.

The other two rooms are Jiang Huaishan and Jiang Xundao's rooms. Although they are simple, they can at least provide shelter from the wind and rain.

Jiang Huaishan was afraid that the little fox would make noise at night, so he threw the little fox into Jiang Xundao's room.

"My dear boy, the little fox is locked in a cage. If you don't touch it, it won't bite you." Jiang Huaishan gave a few words of advice, then went back to the house to rest, yawning.

Jiang Xundao squatted outside his room with his head poking around, not daring to go in. He was really terrified of that little fox with beautiful fur but ferocious fur.

The little fox was lying in the iron cage inside the house, with its tail curled up in a ball, its furry ears drooping, and its long, narrow green eyes half-closed, facing Jiang Xundao who was squatting outside the door.

The little fox was really pretty and tight. Although the little fox almost bit off his fingers, Jiang Xundao still wanted to grab a handful of fox fur in his heart.

It's just that Jiang Xundao was ungrateful but not courageous. He squatted at the door for nearly half an hour, his whole body was cold from the mountain wind, and he was too timid to enter the house.

He was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, so he knocked on Jianghuaishan's door crying.

There were tears in Jiang Xundao's big round eyes, and he pitifully raised his hand wrapped like a rice dumpling, and complained to Jiang Huaishan.

"Master, it's staring at me, I'm afraid."

"No promise."

Jiang Huaishan reprimanded Jiang Xundao, then went back to the room and took a small bottle, poured out some powder-like stuff, and blew on the little fox in the cage.

"My boy, this time it's really a good fox, don't talk about biting you, but it won't be able to lift its paws at noon tomorrow. If you get cold at night, you can hold it as a doll to warm your bed."

Jiang Huaishan opened the cage and pulled the little fox out.

As expected, the little fox looked like two foxes just now. He was grabbed by Jiang Huaishan, curled up limply, his ears were drooping, his eyes were half-closed, as if he was drunk and dizzy of.

Jiang Huaishan stuffed the little fox into Jiang Xundao's arms, then went back to rest.

Jiang Xundao hugged the fox in his arms and pinched its ears boldly. The little fox just shook his head slightly and squeaked softly. arms.

The little fox didn't struggle at all, which made Jiang Xundao completely emboldened, and she hugged the little fox to the bed.

The fur on the little fox's body was soft and smooth, and it smelled very good. It didn't smell like a fox at all as Master said. Jiang Xundao buried his head in the little fox's arms and rubbed it.

After rubbing against Jiang Xundao, he became sleepy and fell asleep in a daze.

Jiang Xundao, who was asleep, was not well-behaved at all.

For a while, he stuffed the little fox behind his head as a pillow, for a while he pinched its belly and pulled its legs, and for a while it kicked it aside.

Finally, he hugged it tightly in his arms, buried his head on her belly, and the crystal saliva from the corner of his mouth dripped down on its snow-white fur.

The little fox opened his eyes in the darkness, lying motionless like a dead fox, in the narrow and deep fox eyes, there was death and despair.

It regretted it, and it shouldn't have sneaked away while grandma was picking the fairy grass for it.

If she didn't run away, she wouldn't be caught, and she wouldn't run into this nasty little Taoist.

After she escapes, when she takes shape, she will definitely come back. She wants this little Taoist to catch her and throw her into the soup pot to stew with the chicken.

The little fox secretly gritted his fangs.

Suddenly, a breeze blew through the window.

The little fox's ears moved and her eyes lit up. She stared at the door and growled twice.

The closed door was suddenly pushed open lightly, and a purple light flashed in.

The purple light fell on the bedside and dispersed little by little, revealing a woman's figure.

The charming face with charming eyebrows and beautiful eyes, the charm of raising hands and feet, seems to take away the soul of people.

The woman was tall and slender, wearing only a tulle dress, her fair skin and curvaceous body were faintly visible.

The woman stretched out her slender white fingertips, lightly licked the orchid fingers, and tapped the little fox's forehead, and said with a coquettish smile.

"Naughty little guy, have you had enough fun?"

The author has something to say: please collect Huahua, please pay attention to the empty-nest old author!

It is updated on time at ten o'clock every night. If the daily update is not done this time, the author is the home! ! !

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Hum, good night.