The Transmigrator’s Cultivation

The young man ignored the fox girl's plea.

Seeing this, Xu Ziqing jumped off the boulder and said, "Meeting for the first time, I don't know what to call this fellow Taoist?"

The young monk raised his eyebrows: "I'm Nan Zhengya, who are you?"

Seeing that he was not too cold, Xu Ziqing smiled and said, "Xu Ziqing is here."

Nan Zhengya asked again, "Sect?"

Xu Ziqing said honestly: "Wuling Xianmen."

The corners of Nan Zhengya's lips curved slightly, like a smile but not a smile: "It's a famous disciple."

Although Xu Ziqing felt that his attitude was strange, he didn't notice any malicious intent, so he thought about it and pointed to the fox girl and said, "What should Brother Nan Zheng do?"

Only then did the fox girl know that there were other cultivators above, and at a glance, she knew that this person had a peaceful atmosphere and that he did not kill indiscriminately. But she had to change someone to beg for mercy, and she felt a sense of danger in her heart, as if something terrifying would happen if she got close. She had always trusted her own intuition, and when she sensed this, she didn't dare to make trouble.

Because of this, she never saw a section of vines on the waist of the young man in green clothes slowly rise first, and then gradually hang down.

Nan Zhengya glanced at the fox girl casually, and said, "Since it's useless to me, you can do whatever you want. I still have something to do, so I don't need to send it."

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned away.

Xu Ziqing is not familiar with him, and although he has regrets in his heart, he has never caught up to walk with him. It's just that he got a headache when he looked down at the fox girl with sad eyes.

In his opinion, the death of the fox girl is not a pity, but if the fox girl dies, the cub will hardly survive.

After pondering for a while, Xu Ziqing decided to let her fend for herself, and that cub is not of another race, it is life or death, and under heaven, it should have its own creation.

Thinking of this, he also wants to leave.

He didn't want to take a few steps before he felt a strong wind blowing behind him, and Xu Ziqing swayed back and drifted back three to five feet.

It turned out that the green fox came over and opened its mouth to bite.

Xu Ziqing's eyes turned cold: "I let you die, do you actually want to devour my flesh and blood?"

If so, he will kill her with his own hands.

Qinghu held the pain, raised his head and said, "I'm like a candle in the wind now, and I'm about to die. How can I dare to attack the Immortal Chief's idea. It's just impatient, and I want to let the Immortal Chief stay."

That bite was not meant to bite someone, but to bite the hem of the youth in green clothes and let him listen to her.

Xu Ziqing's expression softened slightly: "You and I are not of the same kind, and there is nothing to say."

The fox girl gritted her teeth fiercely, and once again transformed into the image of a woman, but although her appearance was weak and soft, it was unstable in the end, and she became more and more pitiful: "I was considered a lot of evil in my early years, and I willingly died in the hands of the immortal, and the inner alchemy was covered in fur. Here, I'm the only one who can't worry about this child, so I beg the immortal to accept it as a shòu pet and serve the immortal."

As soon as she finished speaking, she held the white ball with both hands and lifted it up with all her might.

That Bai Tuan'er is a white baby fox, born Yuxue cute, well-behaved and tender. It chirped lowly, with clear eyes, suddenly ignorant of the world, innocent and innocent.

Obviously, it has just been born and has never been stained with blood.

When Xu Ziqing saw it, his heart moved slightly.

The creatures in the world are always pure when they are born. This young fox seems to have good aptitude. If you abandon it, it will either die or survive, but it will become as addictive as many monsters on the plain. Blood is good to kill.

Now it's clear that he can still train it and walk on the right path, does he really want to ignore it?

"My child is in the form of a fox, and will be of great use in the future." Seeing Xu Ziqing hesitating, the fox girl burst into tears, and her beautiful eyes were full of sorrow, "I beg the immortals to have mercy!"

She knew very well that if she couldn't impress this young cultivator, when she died, the child would definitely die. For this reason, she had thousands of unwillingness, and had no choice but to tell the child's talent.

Xu Ziqing was a little surprised when he heard it.

The demon fox is a demon fox, but the celestial fox is a spirit fox. The prototype of this fox girl is a blue demon fox, but how could the child born to be a celestial fox?

If what she said is true, Tianhu cannot be left behind.

The celestial fox has been a kind of spiritual creature since ancient times. If it can be taught well and even achieve immortality, it would be a pity to be only a shòu pet, but if you want it to be in the company of the demon shòu, then it will degenerate and become a man-eating demon fox. It is to add a big enemy to the monk.

Thinking of this, Xu Ziqing understood again.

The reason why the triangular man was chasing the pair of foxes, although he didn't necessarily know anything, must have noticed that the fox's body was rich in blood, and it was a major supplement.

With a decision already made in his heart, Xu Ziqing still has doubts: "Brother Nan Zheng was here before, why didn't you tell him about it?"

Knowing that he was shaken, the fox girl was overjoyed and said quickly: "That immortal elder treats us as beasts and has no sympathy for us. The disciples are also very kind, although they consider a lot, but if they accept the child seriously, they will not be too harsh... Hu Mei loves her daughter so much, I just ask the Immortal Chief to have mercy."

This remark is very sincere, and those careful thoughts are also made clear. Hearing this, Xu Ziqing sighed softly: "It's okay, Tianhu is rare, we can't let it fall."

After speaking, he finally reached out and took the white ball.

The fox girl supported until this point, and with joy, she could no longer maintain her human form, so she was powerless and collapsed.

The huge green fox looked at it with great nostalgia.

Eyes white Tuan'er, also closed her eyes with sadness: "Thank you Xianchang..."

In Xu Ziqing's hands, the white ball turned his head, and moved towards the green fox in tears. The ball was soft and shivering slightly, which made him feel a little more pity, and then walked over and put Qinghu Neidan took it out and moved to Bai Tuan'er.

Bai Tuan'er seemed to know the master of this inner alchemy, arched her nose, and her voice became more tender and sad.

Xu Ziqing sighed softly, and his fingertips rustled out of a clump of grass, which was quickly woven into a grass rope, passed through the inner core, and he gave Bai Tuan'er to hang around his neck.

"This is your mother's inner alchemy, and it should belong to you. I will give it to you today. Unless someone has better cultivation than me, I can take it off your neck." He touched the white ball. On the top of the son's head, he said softly, "Although your mother is a demon, she loves you very much. No matter how successful you are in the future, you can't forget the kindness of your biological mother who protected you with her life."

Bai Tuan'er raised her head and tweeted, and Nuo Nuo responded.

At this moment, Xu Ziqing bit his fingertips and tapped it on its forehead: "From today onwards, you will be like Chonghua and follow me to practice. You are a female with snow-colored fur, so you are called Hu Xue'er."

After all, he took out a spare royal card and put the young fox inside.

Among the dozens of reckless shòu, the youth in Tsing Yi was strong and strong, the long sword was flying, and where the sword tip pointed, there must be a rash shòu that was struck and killed.

These reckless people are all single-horned golden-horned people. I don't know why they gathered such a large group, but in the eyes of monks in the Yuan Dynasty, they are not much better than ants.

However, when Xu Ziqing took it so seriously, he was actually experiencing the refinement method of attaching magic tools with true essence.

The true essence of a monk is limited. If he can offend the best result with the least true essence in the continuous training, it is a kind of artistic achievement, and it can also maintain his strength and persist for a long time.

He has seen this kind of practice not only from his senior brothers, but also from warriors who are inferior to cultivators.

From this, it can be seen that if you want to practice spiritually, it is also "one method to pass, all methods to pass."

Xu Ziqing pondered silently, his mind was clear, the sword move was just in time to take the life of a reckless shòu, and each move consumed less and less real energy, gradually approaching the most perfect output point.

Suddenly, he raised his arms, and the sword light swept—

"Chichichi!"

In the end, the three-headed golden-horned mang shòu also fell under his sword, and his head rolled out, but there was only a blood line at the fracture.

Xu Ziqing stood quietly, recalling the flames that Nan Zhengya had seen three days ago, and it seemed that he had gained a little understanding in the use of Zhen Yuan.

Then, he put away the long sword, determined to try other techniques.

Since taking Hu Xue'er, Xu Ziqing has only put some reckless inner alchemy in the imperial card, and is not ready to let her come out to fight the enemy.

And because he met a qiáng person again, he practiced more diligently. He didn't go back at night, and concentrated on training in the depths of the plain.

In the past few days, Xu Ziqing has seen fewer and fewer single-horned black-horned shòu, while red-horned and golden-horned shòu have gradually increased, and even some double-horned shòu have begun to appear, which shows that he has gone deeper and deeper.

At the same time, he also saw more tragic killings, not only between reckless shòu and monks and warriors, but also between reckless shòu and demon shòu.

In the depths of this plain, there are more monsters than Xu Ziqing thought, and they seem to occupy a place in the plain. This made him think again: The shòucháo that happens almost every three years, I wonder if it has anything to do with the demon shòu? Or is it really just because of reckless shòu?

But when he turned his head, he pressed down on this piece of curiosity. It has been like this in the plains for many years, and the internal rules have already been set.

In this way, Xu Ziqing stayed in the Mang Shòu Plain for another half a month before going out to meet Qian Wu Xiaoling. Afterwards, he entered the plains again, and practiced for several ten days again, only to go out when he was about to rest.

This kind of continuous ascetic practice, unknowingly, has passed for half a year.

"Lord Tailing, your little commander's harvest has been really good recently, but you have gained a lot of contribution points!"

"Where, it's just luck."

"I heard... that there is an immortal chief who is placing an order with you?"

"I don't dare to ask more about the immortal chief."

In front of the Three Battalion Contribution Hall, several people were having a conversation. One of them was both envious and tempted, while the other approached him with a smile and spoke very cautiously.

In the past six months, Qian Wu Xiaoling's evaluation in the army has risen a lot, which naturally attracted a lot of attention.

Tai Jun had just checked with the supervisor and the supervisor, and now he got some contribution points. After dealing with a group of people, he left with his companions.

However, they didn't realize that just after they left, a few more figures appeared quietly.

Chapter 212 Calculation

These are four Immortal Dao monks, all of whom were cultivated in the Yuan Dynasty.

Among them, a tall man said, "Awu, how are you doing?"