Everything is silent, and the sky is full of stars.

The towering Lingtai Mountain rises a layer of light white mist under the soft white moonlight. A light-colored figure floated out of the clouds and landed gently and deftly beside a low hut at the foot of the mountain.

The hut had a small yard, a crooked-necked tree and a small stone tripod in the yard.

Its roof was no more than the man's waist.

But he didn't care, glanced at the small courtyard, and then glanced around with an alert look.

He looks like a young man in his twenties, his eyes are black and white, clear and clear, his nose is straight and delicate, and his lips are also beautiful. A light white robe was made of the finest and softest fabric, outlining his slender figure, but he also had a pair of bare feet, looking casual and chic.

It's just his hand, but with a hint of murderous aura.

A long sword that shimmered with cold light was held in his slender hand, and it hung straight down, and the stained cloud turned into night dew, slowly falling from the tip of the sword, and landing on a piece of grass that had been crushed to the ground.

When he looked up, he suddenly noticed something, his toes stepped on the fallen blade of grass, and as soon as he jumped up, his figure quietly disappeared into the clouds and mist in the mountains.

Soon, the dawn was slightly dewed, and the forest stream was murmuring.

Lingtai Mountain fades away the fog that spreads between the world at night, and becomes a thick green and light ink painting, it has been standing silently in this world for more than 10,000 years, these more than 10,000 years, if it is not in the world--- it is indeed not in the world, it is in the fairy world.

In the tall and magnificent Lingfu Palace on the mountainside, there lives a deep and simple Immortal of the Realm, who has a cold and mysterious dragon that does not see the end of the dragon.

At this time, in the low hut at the foot of the mountain, a spirit fox with fiery red fur was waking up from its sleep.

The first thing it does when it opens its eyes is caress its silky hair.

I slept a little heavy last night, and the fox fur that was originally distinct and shiny was pressed into a little deformed, especially the long tail that was fluffy like an umbrella, at this time, it was rotten, as if it had been gnawed by myself in my sleep, and I couldn't care for it.

But it doesn't matter. It picked up the long tail and "spit" it, spread the long tail on the bed with confidence, and combed it up and down several times with a piece of uneven agate comb like scraping fish scales. It's a lot smoother, but there are still a few fox feathers slightly curled, and it still looks a little unconvinced. This temperament is similar to that of its owner.

The master is naturally not convinced, the little one, can't cure you?

It picked up its long tail and gnawed, oh no, just licked it, and the barbs on its tongue were distinct, like countless iron combs together, and its saliva, combing each fox fur vigorously. It seemed to hear the wails and softening of the foxes, and a sense of pride rose in its heart.

Suddenly, its whole body froze, holding its long tail, motionless.

For a long time, its ears moved slightly. The spirit fox slowly turned his head, his brown almond-like eyes full of astonishment.

Chirping, there is a bird's chirping outside the house, crisp and good.

They have been calling early in the morning, and they really "don't know about spring sleep, and smell birds everywhere". However, this place should be "I don't hear the sound of wind and rain at night, and I know how much the flowers fall into the mud", because before going to bed last night, it had laid down the barrier as usual.

The barrier would enclose the entire courtyard and the house, cutting it off from the outside, but the sound of the birds seemed to be in the middle of the courtyard. How do they get in?

Didn't you forget it last night? That......

A trace of anxiety slowly rose from the spirit fox's heart, and it unconsciously licked its long tail twice before letting go of its claws. The long tail, which had already shown a fluffy shape, fell with a bang, and by the way, the thin mat woven from soft grass was dusted and stable.

With a flick of its long tail, its delicate fox feet were empty, and it jumped off the bed lightly and rushed to the courtyard.

Looking up, there was a faint layer of light blue above the courtyard, which was the color of the enchantment.

It used to be a colorless enchantment, and even it couldn't see itself, so you always had to touch it with your hands to feel at ease. However, when he woke up on the second day, he could always see a stunned bird landing on the edge of the boundary, and he was very happy to get it for nothing. It's just that once he was seen by the Boundless Immortal who was passing by, and he stood silently outside the courtyard, and the calm but silent condemnation in his eyes forced it to nowhere to escape. The bird was cold and hot in its hands, and finally it could not swallow.

Later, in front of the immortals of the Boundless Realm, it changed the enchantment to light blue, which not only did not block the light, but also allowed those birds with less sensitive eyes to find it in time, so as not to bump into it again. Shang Xian nodded and turned to leave.

At this point, the barrier is still there. But on the trees in the courtyard, there were indeed two tender robins jumping around.

Outside the barrier, it is the tall Lingtai Mountain, which does not see the whole picture.

The white clouds on the mountainside slowly rolled, and the vermilion walls of the Lingfu Palace appeared and disappeared behind the clouds, quite a bit of arrogance that you can't see when you want to see it, and when you don't want to see it. Just like the master inside, when it didn't want to see him, he stood five feet away and looked at it, and at this time, it wanted to see him, but he hid behind the high walls of this deep palace, and let it cry out in his heart, and he wouldn't come out.

Linghu thought silently, what was he doing at this time?

Bite.

The bronze bell of the Lingfu Palace seemed to be moved by its inquiring gaze, and it snorted, and the birdsong among the trees: Hey, did you hear me?

It heard.

It heard their voices in the light blue enchantment it had laid in its own place.

What went wrong? Linghu was puzzled, looked up, and the light blue enchantment almost merged into one under the blue sky.

It frowned, and as soon as it stretched out its hand, the light blue faded, and the pink purple overflowed, and the courtyard seemed to be raining flowers, and even its small claws were covered with a layer of beautiful pink and purple.

It tilted its head and finally figured out what the problem was.

At the top of the barrier, a large piece of pink and purple revealed a bowl-sized piece of turquoise, which was the color of the sky. Apparently there was a hole broken, and it was this hole that allowed the birds to fly in, and also made the bronze bells on the Lingfu Palace, along with the breeze, drill into the courtyard.

The coolness slowly slipped down the back of the spirit fox to the tip of the tail, it didn't care, the tip of its tail had already pointed to the stone tripod in the middle of the courtyard.

In that stone tripod, there is a spiritual elixir that has been cultivated for eight hundred years, and this elixir can help it increase its spiritual power and prolong its life. After another 200 years, it will be able to change its human form and play with the world.

But last night's enchantment was broken, this elixir ......

It walked over slowly, its slender claws reaching into the Danding...... In an instant, the hair stood on end and cold sweat flowed. As if it didn't believe it, its paws quickly fished back and forth twice.

The place where it was fished was empty.

The elixir is really gone!

It's not true, it's not true, it's just a dream! Linghu's pitch-black palm "snapped" on his little face, hurting and hurting.

Not a dream!

Its elixir, the elixir that has been cultivated for eight hundred years, is really gone!

Oh!

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A long, fiery red shadow passed through the thick green forest and headed straight for the Spirit Floating Palace on the mountainside.

"It's time to come, it's still coming." The young man who had appeared at the foot of the mountain last night sighed and flipped through the pages of the book.

At this time, he was sitting in a side hall of the huge Lingfu Palace, still wearing the wide and soft robe, and on his feet, he was already wearing a pair of light soft-faced boots.

The sound of light and hurried footsteps was getting closer and closer, and soon they were outside the temple.

"Immortal in the Realm! Immortals in the Realm! My elixir has been stolen! Linghu stumbled to him, his anxious breath almost blowing the pages of the book in his hand.

The Boundless Immortal glanced at it faintly, then turned his gaze back to the page. Of course he knew about it. He was startled in his dream last night and found that there was a theft in Lingtai Mountain, and he didn't have time to put on his shoes and went down the mountain to chase the thief.

However, the more urgent it is, the less he can rush. I can't be in a hurry, but I lost the demeanor of a fairy.

Sure enough, he was as stable as Mount Tai, and the spirit fox gradually dried into a small Mount Tai.

Linghu secretly raised his eyes to look at him. Looking at it, the heart that had just been quiet was beating again, and the little paw pressed on the chest, trying to quiet the beating heart, but in vain.

The immortals in the realm are not the first immortals stationed in Lingtai Mountain, and the immortals who were here in the past were all heavenly and human. But for some reason, it was moved by him at this time. He is obviously as warm as jade, but he is faintly sharp, he is obviously heroic, but he has peach blossoms on his lips, he is obviously not looking at it, but he seems to be paying attention to it everywhere.

Just staying with him for a moment seems to have started a thousand years of love.

Time passed quietly.

About outside, a leaf fell, and the leaf rolled on the ground with a tiny crumbling sound. The Immortal of the Infinite Realm came back to his senses, finally raised his head and looked at the Spirit Fox, and asked lazily, "What's wrong?" ”

Linghu immediately responded: "Shangxian, the spirit pill I have been refining for eight hundred years was stolen last night. ”

"Oh."

The response of the Immortal in the Realm was very bland. There was a faint hint of helplessness and sorrow in his eyebrows, as if this incident made him a little sad, but there was nothing he could do.

He put down his book, stood up and paced slowly.

Linghu peeked at him and felt that he looked so good when he walked. The shredded sunlight entered the room and fell gently on the tips and ends of his eyebrows, but he seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes were a little serious, so cold that he didn't know the style, but it couldn't help but chase his figure.

The figure approached until the half-thin robe stopped in front of its eyes, not moving for a long time.

It looked up at him, and he was quietly looking down at it, his clear face showing thoughtfulness.

"Immortals?" It didn't know what he meant, and asked inquiringly.

But he did not speak, but raised his hand to its mouth.

What happened to its mouth? Linghu is a flute.

Suck and slip.

Oh, so the saliva is dripping down.

I'm really embarrassed to drool at the Immortal in the Realmless Realm. It swore that it had no intention of eating him.

When it wiped off its pointed mouth, the Immortal of the Infinite Realm asked, "Can I refine it again?" ”