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Speaking of which, Mo Li's appearance is already considered good in the human world, and she is also a famous beauty who can be ranked. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's just that the fox clan has been famous for its beauty since ancient times, and even the men are abnormally evil.

So, under the prosperous beauty of the fox clan, Mo Li's appearance that looked good became a porridge side dish.

If there is really no contrast, there is no harm.

If it was just like this, Mo Li would not be so depressed.

It's just that everyone who comes to see her will secretly exchange ears before leaving, "Do you think Moli looks very familiar?" ”

Familiar? Familiar with the wool, the fox clan has not had such an ugly woman as her since ancient times.

It wasn't until the old patriarch also said that Mo Li's appearance was a little like the old ancestor Mingzhu, that Mo Li reluctantly wilted.

In fact, the thought in Mo Li's heart was that these people were blind, and the old patriarch must be dizzy.

The pearl on the portrait of the ancestor is called a country and a city, and the moon is shy of flowers, where can she catch up with such a small appearance like cabbage, tofu and clear soup noodles.

The old patriarch seemed to be able to listen to Mo Li's thoughts, so he opened his mouth to explain Mo Li's confusion and said, "Your resemblance to the old ancestor is not your appearance, but the temperament and feeling revealed by the corners of your eyes and eyebrows. ”

The old patriarch is the little young fox who was taught by Mingzhu in the past, and it can be said that among the older generation of fox clans who are still alive today, the only one who has seen the old ancestor with his own eyes.

Therefore, there is absolute credibility in his words.

Mo Li pursed her lips and nodded carelessly, but she didn't believe it at all in her heart.

The old ancestor on the portrait has a smile and dependence in his eyes that can't be hidden, where is her coldness.

I don't know why, Mo Li especially doesn't like others to associate her with her ancestors, even if this is an honor in the eyes of others, she can't be envied.

After wandering around the fox clan for a few months, until everyone in the fox clan knew that there was such a small fox among the transformed foxes, Mo Li left the fox Ming Mountain and went to Lingshan again, Fo'an Temple.

It's just that this time, before she entered the realm of Fo'an Temple, Chenghui Living Buddha appeared in front of her.

With the little monk's current cultivation through the heavens and the earth, he can easily sense the fluctuations of spiritual power on Mo Li's body, and his breath is so familiar.

When Mo Li fulfilled his wish for the nine-tailed fox, he was the sea god who decided to practice with the nine-tailed fox inheritance method.

Now, it is also a mistake that he has cultivated the Sea God Decision when he was cultivating the Fox Clan's mental method.

"Is that you?" The little monk recognized it at the first glance when he saw Mo Li, and this was the little nine-tailed fox that made him have a moment of confusion decades ago.

Mo Li smiled awkwardly, thinking that after cultivating for so long this time, he would definitely be able to sneak in quietly. But I didn't expect it to be discovered so far away, which is really helpless.

"Oh, little monk, you still remember me." Mo Li took away the embarrassment in his heart, and blurted out a sentence from the little monk.

After that, it was even more embarrassing, even after decades, Mo Li still remembered that the little monk forbade her to call him the little monk.

Can she say she really didn't mean it?

I have been cultivating for decades, and I have also been tormented by intermittent dreams for decades. The title of little monk has been deeply engraved in her heart.

"Where did you get your cultivation from?" The little monk didn't correct Mo Li's title this time, but only frowned.

The little monk's heart was far less calm than it appeared, and a huge surprise was wrapped in great apprehension.

Mo Li was dumbfounded, could it be that the famous Living Buddha was still interested in other people's exercises?

"The inheritance of the fox clan." Mo Li replied dumbfoundedly.

"You have not only cultivated one mental method, but the other one is not the Fox Clan Inheritance Technique." The little monk said with great certainty.

The fox clan exercises tend to be soft and charming, while the sea god is tolerant and upright.

"Poseidon Decision, I don't know where it came from, since I appeared in Lingshan decades ago, and woke up in a coma from an injury, these things have appeared in my head."

Although Mo Li didn't know the reason why the little monk asked, she still didn't deliberately hide it and answered honestly.

For a while, the little monk's eyes looking at Mo Li were obscure, is this a past life and this life?

"These things? What else? The little monk seized the loophole in Mo Li's words and couldn't wait to ask.

It's just that the voice is no longer as cold as it was at the beginning, and it has a little more hidden warmth.

Mo Li tilted his head, thought about it carefully, tilted his head, folded his fingers, and counted them in the same way.

"Gongfa, oh, this seems to be something you already know, so let's talk about the next one."

"Medical skills, formations, and calligraphy and painting." The calligraphy and painting array forensic technique Mo Li has not had time to learn, after all, these things must be transformed before they can be used.

"Do you know about the Mid-Autumn Festival?" The little monk's sudden words were simply to ask Mo Li stupidly.

Mo Li was extremely sure that there was no such festival in this world, but she felt very familiar.

"I thought I should know, but I couldn't think of anything."

The little monk's eyes were like a cluster of flames, flickering bright and dark, incomprehensible.

As if out of nothing, a table appeared on the empty ground, and the four treasures of the study room were neatly placed.

"Feel free to write two words." The little monk said while studying the ink.

Mo Li waved his hand again and again, "I haven't started to learn to write yet, I've just transformed into a new shape." ”

There was some anxious silence, and his speech sounded a little incoherent.

"It's okay, just write as you like." The little monk's eyes were not as easy-going as his words showed.

"I write, can't I write, why are you so fierce?" Mo Li felt extremely aggrieved and muttered to herself.

The moment she picks up the brush, dips it in ink, and prepares to fall, it is as if she has automatically acquired the skill of calligraphy.

I thought it would be like a fox crawling on its paws, but I didn't expect her to write beautiful words when she held a pen for the first time.

Floating like floating clouds, separated and endless, Gao Yi Qingwan, authentic hairpin flower Xiaokai. There are traces of the little monk's familiarity between the strokes and the closing of the pen.

Could there be so many coincidences in the world? The little monk asked himself in his heart.

Obviously, he has transcended this world, why can't he understand the trajectory of the little fox's fate.

It's as if she never belonged to this world.

Thinking of this, the little monk suddenly became interested in Mo Li's fate.

The five fingers were spread apart and gently swiped in front of Mo Li's forehead. Sure enough, nothing was detected.

In addition to chaos and entanglement, it is barren and blank.

This situation is extremely weird.

"Haven't you learned to write?" The little monk withdrew his hand and asked seriously.

"I swear, really didn't study." Mo Li raised his hand and reassured. (To be continued.) )