I nodded and replied: "That's the one, when we came here just now, we saw that no one in your house thought something had happened to you, and the little snow fox was also worried that its people would follow, and there would be no fox shadow when they came. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info""Phnom Penh fox, your master is looking for it. Qingfeng put down the shelf of the immortal and shouted at the top of his voice.

Master Qingfeng's voice is a little loud, and all the snow foxes look at us. I saw the silver dollar pulling the little snow fox and rushing like lightning.

"Master, you're finally here!" When Yinyuan saw me, it was like a child who had been missing for many years and finally found his mother, and when he saw me, he burst into tears and said to me.

"What's wrong? I hurriedly picked up the silver dollar.

Yinyuan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said embarrassedly: "No, I miss you, I miss Simba, I miss Mini Black, I miss the little master." ”

"Master, can you take me with you this time and leave the little snow fox behind?" Silver Dollar asked.

"Didn't you say you were going to stay here and help the people rebuild their homes when I was going to take you away last time? I asked the silver dollar in confusion.

"Our homeland has begun to take shape, and the current patriarch has also been elected, who is the eldest brother of the little snow fox. Silver Dollar sobbed.

"Oh, I see!" I nodded knowingly, knowing in my heart that Yinyuan was a little disappointed that he didn't choose the patriarch, and I felt aggrieved.

The little snow fox pouted and said, "I don't want to stay here, I want to go back with the master." Little Snow Fox didn't expect that Silver Dollar would stick a knife in his back and want to leave him in the valley, so he was a little angry.

Yin Yuan was afraid that I would misunderstand that he was jealous of the little snow fox, so he hurriedly explained: "It was your eldest brother's decision to keep you here, he wants you to systematically learn the cultivation techniques of the Snow Fox Clan here, not what I meant, and your eldest brother renamed you 'Thunder'." ”

"Why did you change my name, why did you keep me here?" The little snow fox cried and ran towards the busy group of foxes.

I raised my legs and just wanted to chase after me, but I was stopped by Qingfeng, and he persuaded me: "Let's go, let them solve the affairs of their fox clan by themselves, and we outsiders should not get involved." ”

When I came to Jiangxi to play and lost one of my pets, my mood suddenly fell.

Yinyuan comforted me very intimately and said, "Master, don't worry, Thunder will only stay here for a few years, and he will come to you when he finishes his exercises." ”

Qingfeng didn't understand my feeling that the child who had been raised was about to leave the nest, and said to me very lamely: "If you want to open a little, there are comings and goings, and you don't have anything less at all when you go and come back." ”

I knew in my heart that whether I wanted it or not, Little Snow Fox had its people in his heart, and he had to obey his brother's orders to stay. We didn't stand in the factory and wait for the little snow fox's brother to come and explain to me why we wanted to leave the little snow fox, Qingfeng took us all the way to the spiritual fruit base of Tianyin Temple.

The spiritual orchard of Tianyin Temple occupies half of the valley, and the fruit forest that cannot be seen at a glance is very lively, and the monks of Tianyin Temple gather in groups of three or five, some take baskets, some escalators, some pick, some deliver fruits, and there are those who run around to transport spiritual fruits to the factory.

I asked Qingfeng suspiciously: "It's hard enough to pick such a large fruit forest by hand, why don't you let them use magic to collect the fruit directly?"

Qingfeng said with a matter: "Our Buddhism pays attention to entering the world and being born, and we are now coming to your world to experience life and entering the world, since we want to enter the world, we have to let go of our previous things, and we must use the mentality of ordinary people to experience the life of ordinary people." ”

While I was chatting with Qingfeng, my cousin couldn't help but stop his desire for the spirit fruit, and couldn't help but interrupt us and said, "Master Qingfeng, can I taste this spirit fruit?"

"Yes, you can pick it yourself. Qingfeng said with a faint smile.

The old mother smelled the smell of fruit wafting from the orchard and didn't treat herself as an outsider at all, and said, "Girl, don't talk about it, let's go together." ”

Qingfeng, as the owner of the orchard, was very happy to see that others liked his spirit fruit so much, and said in a loud voice: "Go, go, everyone go." ”

I was supposed to come here to play today, and since my mother was happy, I simply put down my monk's shelf, put away my spells, and climbed high and low like ordinary people to cooperate with my mother to pick spiritual fruits.

The spirit fruit trees are not too tall, and the spirit fruits hang on the branches, like the face of a blushing little girl. I took a bite of one and the crunchy and sweet feeling immediately filled my mouth, and the juice was extremely sweet.

My mother is shorter than me, and she wants to pick a fruit to taste like me, but she hasn't even touched a leaf after jumping for a long time, which makes her very frustrated and pouts a little unhappily. Dad took a bamboo pole very thoughtfully and handed it to Mom: "You use this bamboo pole to hit, and I will continue below." ”

"What are you doing with Fei? Can't I just pick it for you?" I reached out and pulled out a fruit and handed it to my mother, who took an unceremonious bite and said as she ate, "What do you know, can the fruit I picked myself taste the same as the one you gave?"

I knew that my mother's petty bourgeois mentality of literary and artistic young women had started to make trouble again, so I pursed my lips disdainfully and said, "Why is it different? Aren't they all fruits from the same tree?"

My father said very understandingly, "What do you know, your mother wants to enjoy the joy of picking fruits with her own hands." ”

"Okay, okay, you can experience the joy of picking by your own hands, and I can't join in. After saying that, I picked a big and round red fruit, jumped to the top of a big tree and sat down, eating while watching my mother clumsily hold the bamboo pole and pull the spirit fruit on the tree with difficulty. "It's so hard that you can't spoil the fruit!" I couldn't help but mutter.

Listening to the two "pops" sounds, Lingguo and Mom landed one after another, and Dad quickly pounced on his mother as a backrest. The spirit fruit fell to the ground and split in two and broke in half. Although my mother was blocked by my father's back, my right hand was still scratched a little skin, and my father helped my mother to sit down against a thick old tree. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the dirt off his mother's hands, and wrapped her hands again. Only then did he turn around and bend down to pick up the broken spirit fruit, and blew the mud spots on it without disgust, and he and his mother ate half of me and half of me.

"What do you have to eat of the broken fruit of the tree?" I sat down on the tree and shouted disdainfully.