Offering Salted Fish To Master

The Fengshan clan of the Sima clan was the closest race to gods on the mainland long ago. However, as the gods dissipated the world, the power of all races was weakening, and the Fengshan clan was the same. The gods they served perished. In order to continue to be stronger, they began to pursue the purity of their blood. There are few amazing talents, but there are fewer and fewer people in Sima.

In the profound history of Gengchen Immortal Mansion, the glory of the Sima clan accounted for almost half, but as time passed, this once powerful race quickly declined. At the same time, the Shi clan who served them and other Gengchen Immortal Mansion The family was strong from generation to generation, and their number greatly exceeded that of the Sima clan. After the reversal of strength, the former strong became a "cage bird" from the owner.

In the thousands of years going back, only a few powerful monks of the Sima clan died unexpectedly due to various reasons, leaving only some young children who had not yet grown up. No matter how powerful the talent and aptitude are, it takes time to grow. Under the "care" of Shishi, they gradually lose their freedom.

Driven by greed and ambition, the Shi clan betrayed this former main clan. They used the trust of the Sima clan to control the young Sima clan members, so that they had no chance to become powerful, they could only become puppets and be isolated. In the Three Sacred Mountains.

Of course, in the eyes of the world, the Sima clan has always been aloof, even the ordinary disciples in Gengchen Immortal Mansion, they also think so. Who knew that they were carefully kept in "golden cages" like precious strange beasts.

Until the number of people in Sima clan became less and less, Sima E, the last pure-blooded daughter of Sima clan, used her life to make the final resistance, and she won the opportunity to grow up for the last blood of Sima clan.

She endured tremendous pain and used her flesh and blood and spiritual bones to purify the fire of the Spirit Mountain, so that the powerful flame that had transformed the spirit was willing to be reborn in Nirvana, and became a young spirit fire again, and then planted the purified fire of new life. Into his child's body, let his life be completely connected with Fengshan Spirit Fire.

Sima Jiao was just a child at that time, and he had also experienced tremendous pain before completely accepting the weakened new spiritual fire.

The spiritual fire is the most important treasure of the Fengshan clan, and it is also the foundation of the Gengcheng Immortal Mansion. The most important root system. If there is no spiritual fire, the boundary of the Gengcheng Immortal Mansion will be completely devoid of aura, and from the fairy mansion to the barren wasteland, they Your fortune will also be depressed.

Over the years, although countless people of the Sima clan have served spiritual fire like Sima E, only Sima Jiao is different from other supporters. He is completely integrated with the spiritual fire, living and dying together, and can no longer be transferred. Others support-there is no second Sima clan in the world who can support Spirit Fire.

Because of the blessing of this spirit fire, Sima Jiao's cultivation level improved extremely fast, and Shi's and other Gengchen Immortal Mansion families also threw a rat avoidance on him because of this fire, and instead tried to lure him in. However, Sima Jiao possessed the oath of truth and the peculiar ability to see through the hearts of others. Even if those people showed him the softest smile, he could only feel surrounded by all kinds of terrible desires.

All he can feel is deception, greed, fear, and all kinds of malice.

He is wary of anyone, and is inherently fierce. Unlike his natural and kind mother, he can kill people without hesitation at such a young age-in order to improve his cultivation, he has absorbed several from the Shi family.

His "breeders" have never seen such a way of cultivation, fiercely close to the devil, but it is not a demon, because the demon cultivator is different from them, the movement of the spiritual energy in the demon cultivator's body is completely opposite to that of the immortal cultivator, Sima Jiao There was no sign of enchantment, he just killed people indifferently and swallowed their cultivation. After he emptied the entire elite disciples of the Three Holy Mountains, they dared not send anyone to come.

"It can't be used by us, and it can't be controlled. If this goes on, he will cause harm to the entire Gengchen Immortal Mansion!" The families in the Gengcheng Immortal Mansion who lie on the blood-sucking Sima clan began to fear, so they did a lot of things.

It failed every time. Not only did they fail to control Sima Jiao, but he seized every opportunity to become stronger. In the end, they had no choice but to sacrifice many disciples to trap him for hundreds of years.

...

Liao Tingyan woke up, flew to the table mat, waved his paws to wash his face slowly, smoothed his hair and beard, and sat on the plate, picking up a piece of white and soft pastry and gnawing.

She took two bites of sweet, floral-flavored small round cakes, and glanced aside.

Sima Jiao leaned there, closing his eyes. The sleeves on the thighs are in a mess. Liao Tingyan came out of sleep before. Since she became an otter, Sima Jiaolao has to be thrown in her hands every time she sleeps, sleeping on him more often. I'm very used to it.

It's just that when she wakes up, Sima Jiao will open his eyes, why hasn't she moved this time.

Would you really fall asleep? No, what the flame said, Sima Jiao hasn't slept for many years.

She stared at Sima Jiao's motionless appearance, and took another bite of the round cake. After eating one, he was still the same, leaning there, really seemed to be asleep.

A small drop of water leaped out of the teacup, and as Liao Tingyan's paw waved, it hit Sima Jiao's face. Sima Jiao's eyelashes trembled and opened his eyes. The drop of water happened to fall on his eyelid. With such a blink, the drop of water slid down his cheek along his eyes, like tears.

Sima Jiao looked at her.

The hair on Liao Tingyan exploded.

Sima Jiao held the otter expressionlessly and wiped it on his face, using her fur to dry the water stains on her face.

Liao Tingyan: "..."

She raised her hand and stroked the fallen fur on her body, preparing to take some melon seeds and knock it out.

"I just had a dream." Sima Jiao said suddenly.

Liao Tingyan was so scared that the seeds fell. What is the probability that the ancestor is asleep and still dreaming? This is the probability of a meteor shower once in 500 years. She turned her head to look at Sima Jiao, and when he continued, she was quite curious about what dreams such an ancestor, who had suffered so much from sleep without sleeping for hundreds of years, would dream.

But Sima Jiao didn't say, he lowered his eyes and looked out the window with some boredom.

Liao Tingyan: Half of the people who say something like this will be beaten to death in modern society.

Sima Jiao dreamed that when he was a child, on a stormy night, his mother, Sima E, came to the bed and awakened him from his sleep, pinched his neck to strangle him. This is a real thing that happened, if it weren't for the teacher to find and stop him, he would probably be strangled to death like that.

The most ridiculous thing is that he can feel the strong malice in those who protect him and take care of him, and when the mother is about to choke him, only tender love and cherishment are conveyed to him.

Thinking of this, Sima Jiao glanced at Liao Tingyan again. She had flown to the table and lay down on the five-color round cake, taking a bite of each color, as if she was comparing which tastes best.

This person is the strangest he has ever seen. When others saw him, there were nothing more than two emotions in their hearts, one kind of fear and disgust, the other yearning to please, but she was different, she had nothing. She didn't have a strong feeling of dislike for him, and she didn't have much good feelings about him, just like treating the flowers and trees on the roadside, this light emotion made Sima Jiao feel calm. Obviously he is a very weak person, and he can still arrange himself comfortably after encountering many things.

Sima Jiao felt that she was smarter than many people she had ever met. The truly smart people were able to live well no matter where they were.

Liao Tingyan fixed the round cake in the air and brought it to his mouth, and wanted to control the tea next to her. A distraction, the round cake smashed her face down, and the cake scum was scattered all over her body.

Sima Jiao: Take back what I thought she was smart.

"Senior." Master Yan shouted outside the door: "The people who came to take us to Baifeng Mountain have arrived."

They lived here for two days, and finally they were about to go out. Liao Tingyan watched Sima Jiao stand up, patted his paws and shook the hair on his body, and flew towards him, preparing to continue to be a pendant.

However, Sima Jiao blocked her with one hand, the bullet flew out, and biu-hit the cushion.

"You stay here."

Liao Tingyan: What? Not take me? Is there such a good thing?

As soon as she sat up, she lay back when she heard this. In fact, she really doesn't want to go, because she will definitely discover some big secrets when she goes there. Maybe she will see a lot of **** murder scenes. She doesn't want to know too much, nor does she want to watch **** horror movies.

Sima Jiao walked two steps outside, grabbed it with his hand, grabbed a small flame, and flicked it toward Liao Tingyan, "Take this."

After he finished speaking, he left neatly.

The small flames slammed into Liao Tingyan's tail in a transparent ball barrier. Liao Tingyan leaned over to look, and the little flame was forced loudly, "What do you look at! Stinky gray fur!"

Liao Tingyan pulled the ball over, "How come you have become such a small one."

"Have you never heard of distraction! This is just a small flame from my body! It is used to monitor you!"

Liao Tingyan: "Oh."

When the boss goes out to do errands, the employees are of course lazy. Liao Tingyan occupies a whole big bed lazily and stretches comfortably. The flames were very noisy, so she added a soundproof cover.

This flame is really like a stinky and lonely bear kid. No one plays with it, and he is often locked up. When he sees people, he keeps talking, unable to communicate normally, and just cursing. Liao Tingyan suddenly thought of something, removed the cover and chatted with it.

"You said before that you will dream when your master dreams. Can you see his dreams?"

Huo Miao was frustrated just now, but now I heard her ask about it, but she broke it triumphantly, and a flame can see its soaring breath. It said: "No, I know all his little secrets, and I can see his dreams."

Liao Tingyan was still a little curious, "His old man fell asleep and was dreaming just now, what did you see?"

Huomiao immediately laughed loudly: "He dreamed of his mother, hahahaha! That little white face who hasn't been weaned yet!" As he said, he started to smear him, "He was crying in his dream to ask his mother. ! Still runny nose!"

Liao Tingyan: I believe you a ghost.

"It's a good time to spread rumors. If he knew you said that, he might beat you up and cry."

The flames stagnated, "I... do you think I am really afraid of him!"

"Yeah, I think you are really afraid of him." After Liao Tingyan finished speaking, he instantly covered the soundproof cover to isolate the flames' swear words for the first time.

Using Master Yan's appearance, Sima Jiao followed Master Yan and saw a monk in the Yuanying stage who came to pick them up. This monk has an ordinary appearance, reticent, and has a boat-shaped flying weapon. He glanced at the baby girl in Master Yan's arms, and let him fly on the magic weapon.

"Before you were the only one to go, this time there is one more person." Brother Yuanying raised his chin and pointed to Sima Jiao.

Master Yan pleasedly smiled: "This is... Inuzi, he will take over my family business in the future, and he will send the children off, so I will take him to see him first." He said, stuffing a bag. The Lingshi past.

Monk Yuan Ying accepted the spirit stone, without saying a word, so that Sima Jiao was also on the flying magic weapon.

Master Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and hugged the sleeping baby girl in his arms. This baby girl was born to a woman in the backyard of Mr. Yan. The women of Mr. Yan gave birth to so many children for him. This baby girl has inherited blood. If she can stay in Baifeng Mountain, then they will pay back the Yan family. It can continue for two hundred years.

It's just that... Master Yan quietly looked at the mysterious monk next to him again, feeling anxious, he felt that something big might happen this time.