Chapter 35 Remembering the Little Sunset in the West Temple
Since the treasure that the fox said was just an ordinary ten-sided bird, Shen Dongli didn't have much patience to deal with him in this so-called space. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
What is the use of the space magic weapon except for putting some things to grow some food, you can't run into this space if you can't beat the enemy. What's more, when a monk cultivates to the stage of distraction, he can comprehend the laws of the Heavenly Dao for space, and for those who are only waiting for the power to ascend, a magic weapon like Sumeru mustard seeds can be turned into a magic weapon at hand, and it is only a matter of time to turn it over and destroy it, so why worry too much?
"You fox, get me out of here. Shen Dongli said unceremoniously. She didn't know much about the fox at first, so she naturally put up with it. Now that he knows its details, Shen Dongli is not afraid.
Now that this vermilion mirror has made a contract with himself, this fox will not trap himself in this mirror and die of old age.
The fox's eyes were red, and it seemed that he had just come from real sorrow. The newborn Shifang, who had not yet grown his hair, lay on top of the fox's head, and his black bean-like eyes kept looking at Shen Dongli.
"Master, I have one more thing to ask for. The fox didn't pretend to be an uncle at this time, and raised his two paws to try to say mercy to Shen Dongliang.
Shen Dongli glanced at it and said, "You said come and tell me." "This thing slapped her just now, it's really good and pampered.
The fox drooped its tail and hung its head a little dejectedly.
"I made a pact with the previous female cultivator, as long as I give the phoenix egg to the heir of the true blood of the heavenly phoenix, I will be able to regain my freedom. The fox looked at Shen Dongli pitifully, and pointed his finger again.
"What's the matter with me?" Shen Dongli sneered. Just the attitude of this thing, there are so many spiritual pets in the world, who it thinks it is. This fox wants to recognize herself as its master, and it depends on whether she is willing or not.
"The little one is wrong. The fox was cautiously lying on the ground at the moment, honestly explaining his life experience.
"The small one is a little mountain fox in Baikuling, named Momiji. Who knew that once he was caught, he was skinned and cramped and used as a leather coat. ”
At this point, the fox began to cry again.
"The little spirit was extracted and trained into a machine spirit. The previous master threw his weapon into this space, and then there was no news, and the small guess may be that the immortal died, and the little one cultivated diligently day and night, and cultivated the spirit body. ”
"Until I met the previous master and made a pact with me that if I helped her hand over the bird's egg, I would be able to take out this mirror and regain my freedom. ”
It is also a sin, it was originally a good mountain fox, whether it is a meal or a dew, or a star and a moon, and it is happy. But he was locked up in this uninhabited space, although the aura was abundant, but it was not as comfortable as coming from Baikuling.
"If I promise you, what good can I do?" Shen Dongli said.
The mountain fox Hongye thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of any benefits, so he had to reply stubbornly: "The small ones can grow spiritual plants, and they can also raise chickens, ducks, geese and sheep or something." ”
Shen Dongli couldn't imagine that this fox would raise chickens.
"My previous owners were very fond of farming, and Momiji has been tending to their farms for nearly a thousand years. Momiji said shamefully.
Seeing that Shen Dongli seemed to be a little interested, Hongye hurriedly got up from the ground: "The little one will take you to the farm to have a look." ”
The more the fox Hongye spoke, the more proud he became: "I won't tell you, I have nothing to say about my kind of field craft, no matter what spirit plants are handed over to me, they will definitely be able to feed." ”
Shen Dongli is full of black lines, and sure enough, there are mountains, springs and farmland in all the spaces. However, this kind of Tian Dang has always liked to stuff everything into the space, and she can go and exchange for two weapons used by demon cultivators.
"Lead the way. Shen Dongli said.
Hongye jumped up happily, eager to lift Shen Dongli and run.
Sure enough, not far from the farmer's manure pit just now, there is a vast farmland.
"Master, I'll show you the crops in the field. Hongye excitedly grabbed Shen Dongli's sleeve, seeing that the fruits of his labor were shared, Hongye's heart was full of pride and pride.
Shen Dongli took a cursory look at the spiritual plants planted in the farmland, most of which she didn't recognize. She really doesn't know as much about farming as this fox.
She can't be blamed for her short-sightedness, just because the residence of the demon cultivators in the Immortal Realm is the vast ice field, how can there be a chance to farm in the wasteland? Most of the demon cultivators' daily activities are to hunt a wasteland beast and come back, and everyone roasts and eats and beats the tooth sacrifice.
"Master, master, this is the Zhu Guo that has cut the veins and washed the marrow!" the fox pointed out to Shen Dongli as if offering a treasure.
Oh, this is the legendary vermilion fruit that mortals can remove toxins from their bodies when they eat it. Thinking of eliminating toxins from his body, Shen Dongli suddenly realized why there was a dung pit in this small world......
It seems that the farming party in the past still had a collecting habit! Shen Dongli couldn't help but admire.
"This is a thousand-year-old Lingzhi!" the fox carefully stroked the Lingzhi with his paws, "I look forward to it cultivating its soul every day, talk to me!"
Foxes shuttle between different fields, like a few treasures. Shen Dongli finally figured out that this field is exquisite.
The paddy field can only be planted with aquatic spiritual plants, such as Biluo, Shuisheng and the like. The dry field is divided into Shanyin and Sanyang, and Shanyin is suitable for growing shade-loving plants, such as ghost wood. Shanyang is suitable for planting sun-loving plants, such as sun-loving grass.
There are so many names that it's dizzying.
"I ask you, where your former masters liked to keep their magic weapons. Shen Dongli finally couldn't hold it back, grabbed the fox and asked.
The fox was still on the rise, and he was a little stunned for a while. I thought for a while before patting my head and saying, "I'll take you there." ”
Shen Dongli followed the red leaves to a small bamboo building on the edge of the field, and Shen Dongli silently thought that it seemed that the farming party preferred bamboo buildings. But all farming must be accompanied by bamboo buildings.
The bamboo building is built very strong and exquisite, the ditch behind the bamboo building is repaired, the spring water is drawn, the left side of the bamboo building is a large piece of green bamboo, verdant and dripping.
is really full of poetry and picturesqueness, and Shen Dongli can't help but admire the original owner. What's wrong with enjoying life like this, but too leisurely days are not suitable for cultivation.
If there is no fighting, no grinding, Shen Dongli is only afraid that he will become a waste.
Shen Dongli followed Hongye to the second floor of the bamboo building, which was separated by the original owner with bamboo slices and many square lattices, and there was a magic vessel in each lattice.
It's just that after a long time, many magic weapons have turned into powder in the long river of silence, and of course, there are many magic weapons with excellent texture and good appearance and powerful power stubbornly lying in the lattice waiting for the master to summon again.
"Your former master is such a wonderful person, how can there be so many strange magic weapons. The original owners of these magic weapons had already sat down, and at this moment, Shen Dongli was carefully going out and putting them in his hands for a gesture.