I don't know how to pick up the topic of Little Fox Pill The God Inquisitor drank tea in silence, and Sanriyue raised his eyebrows slightly, "You won't be able to get your wish Little Fox Pill Palace." ”

"The master hasn't said anything yet, how do you know that the master won't choose me?" Not to be outdone, Kokomaru glared back.

The two men began to talk in the Divine Inquisitor's room, and the Divine Inquisitor drank tea calmly, anyway, the two knives in their family's main pill, Xiaohu Pill and Three Days Moon Sect, had never been very opposed.

However, the matter of the owner of the Qingfang still made Li Xing mind a little, and he remembered that a legendary monster on the Middle East Island was also called by this name, but the legend of the monster image was too far from this monk, maybe it was the same name? But the probability of a monster having the same name is very low, or is the legend fundamentally wrong?

So... What is the relationship between him and Kitsunimaru?

After a few days of getting along and observing, the inquisitor determined that the monk was not a person who liked to mess around, but whenever he was asked about the little fox pill, the green shop owner was always silent or thought it was nothing, but the eyes he looked at the little fox pill were full of complicated emotions. In order to protect the little fox pill, Li Xingsi decided to send a message to the god inquisitor next door, they were all foxes, and he couldn't tell what the bag knew.

Kokomaru? Isn't that the knife that the Sanjo Sect asked the Daohe God to help cast? What is the past of the knife? Hu Xiuxiu replied, and at the same time felt very strange, wasn't the past of the knife just a piece of iron?

"It's better to be that simple." Li Xing rolled her eyes, if it was so simple, why did she ask.

"Anyway, first help find the Daohe God who helped the Sanjo Sect to forge the knife in the first place, and then I'll ask him what happened to the little fox pill in the past."

Alright, alright. Hu Xiuxiu perfunctorily returned to Line, and while letting Yizhen put nail polish on herself, she released her family fox to inquire.

Before Hu Xiuxiu could hear the gossip, on the night of the sixth day, the Qingfang Lord found the God Inquisitor who had just finished handling official business and had not yet gone to bed.

"I've been bothering here for a long time, and I thank the donor for taking it in." The owner of the Qingfang bowed deeply to Li Xing, "The little monk is going to leave tomorrow, please forgive the monk for having no long things, so as a thank you, the little monk wants to tell a story to the donor." ”

"Oh? Is it about Kokomaru? The Inquisitor asked.

"Yes." The owner of the Qingfang smiled faintly, "It's about him, and it's also about me." ”

Qingfang was born in a turbulent era, and his name was not called Qingfang Master in the first place. Originally, there were three points in the family that Botian family was considered well-off, but one day he encountered a group of deserters, who not only robbed them of their food and finances, but also killed his parents and brothers, and he escaped by hiding under the bed board because of a game with his brothers.

That year, the owner of the Qingfang was six years old.

The deserters burned down his home, and he had to wander around with the refugees. Thankfully, soon after he began his wandering career, he met a mountain monk who came down to the mountain to transform his fate, and the mountain monk thought that he had a wise root, so he took him up the mountain to practice, erased his common name, and called him Aqing.

The temple of the mountain monk is very small, just a small workshop, the temple is only the two of them, Ah Qing follows the master to chant Buddha and chant or go down the mountain to help do some red and white things, and go up the mountain to chop wood and collect medicine in his spare time and sell money down the mountain to support the life of the master and apprentice.

There are many animals in the mountains, Ah Qing is very animalistic, no matter what kind of animal he is not afraid of, after the work is done, the master is also willing to let him play with the animals, the war under the mountain is hot, Ah Qing has a very moist life in the mountains.

One day, he went up to the back mountain to collect medicine, and fell down the valley for a ginseng that grew on the edge of the cliff, but accidentally fell into a cave, and injured A-Qing, who was bruised and scarred all over his body, accidentally faced a pair of big golden eyes in the dark cave. "What... What is it..."When I looked closely, it was a boy about four or five years old, with delicate and beautiful round features, but a pair of abrupt black fox ears on his head. Ah Qing was frightened, "Fox... Fox demon..."

The child sat on his knees and tilted his head to look at him, with his big tail flicking behind him, obviously very interested in him, and there was no hostility, and the two children just sat at each other with wide eyes.

"Huh?" The big ears moved, and the little fox demon tilted his head to give him a monosyllable, and began to rummage through his medicine basket containing herbs, and his interest in the medicine basket was obviously greater.

What do you mean? Ah Qing scratched his head, making sure that the little fox demon was not hostile to him, and he really couldn't be afraid of cute little animals, after the initial fear, Ah Qing slowly let down his guard and looked at the cave.

The cave was large, with weeds, berries and some human furniture piled up all around, it was a very ordinary cave with signs of human habitation, and in the faint light, he noticed that there seemed to be pink sleeves on the licorice pile in the depths of the cave.

"Is there anyone else here?"

He walked deeper, and there was indeed a woman lying on the grass, with black hair and black fox ears that were the same as a child, but the deep bone scar on the heart stained the white dress of a woman. Ah Qing was dumbfounded, the woman opened her eyes slightly, so weak that there was only a trace of breath left.

"Help... Please... Save my child..."

Every time he said a word, blood continued to overflow from the wound, Ah Qing hurriedly stepped forward and pressed the woman's wound, just as he was looking for hemostatic herbs, when he turned around, the little fox demon had already eaten up the basket of herbs he picked this morning, including the bean skin sushi he was going to take for lunch...

"No... You don't need to... Help me..."

As if seeing his plan, the woman's eyes were a little more tender, and she reluctantly glanced at the little fox demon, and the woman only had time to tell Ah Qing that the little fox demon's name was Xuan, and then passed away.

"Hey... Donor, don't die! ”

Ah Qing shook the woman vigorously, but no matter how he shouted or shook it, the woman never opened her eyes again.

The little fox demon on the side seemed to feel it, and walked to the haystack with staggering steps and lay on the woman's arm, and the tears in his big golden eyes fell straight down.

Looking at this pair of mother and son, Ah Qing's heart was very sour, his parents were also killed by deserters in front of his eyes, he could understand the feeling of the little fox demon at this time, this child was younger than him at that time, he was a human being, and he could still survive begging in the urban area, but the fox demon entered the urban area and ended up with only a dead end, how to survive in this deep mountain?

And... He is a monk who lives in the temple, and the fox demon should be afraid of the Buddha, right? It seems that he can't take him back to the temple, so at this time, he will be the best choice, but this fox demon is so small... Ah Qing was a little troubled.

After all, emotion overcame reason, Ah Qing picked up the little fox demon and bowed deeply to the female fox's corpse.

"Huh?" Xuan looked at Ah Qing with some puzzlement.

"Xuan, say goodbye to your mother." He patted Xuan, and then helped dig a pit to bury the body of the female fox.

Xuan held his hand and cried, four or five years old was just the same age as Ah Qing's younger brother who was killed, he was a little reluctant, picked up the little demon fox and patted it.