Two months have passed since the last ghost incident, and the north of the Liang country is connected to the desert, and the cold country in early October has a lot of snow. Hong Xiaohong saw snow for the first time, and she couldn't hold back the excitement in her heart. She walked out of the backyard and peeked at the children playing in the snow on the street, pitifully smashed all over her head. It is naturally not advisable to shoot it directly, so it has to be recombed.

The middle of the month is the cool October Festival, Hong Xiaohong sewed a hooded cape by herself, and the hat was sewn with thick snow rabbit fur, which was very warm and suitable for traveling.

On the eve of the October Festival, the little girls who slept with each other were asking each other for their birthdays, and two of them would turn fourteen in a few days, and said that they would be taken home by their parents when they turned fourteen. Hong Xiaohong thought, my father and mother are probably also cat demons, since she was born, she has always been the master and brother who have taken care of her, feeding her just born and drinking cooked tiger milk. At that time, she was still a kitten, and her brother would turn into a white fox to sleep with her in the cradle, and she was particularly warm when curled up in the soft fox fur. Later, she cultivated into a human form and learned to carry water for cooking, and her brother no longer used her as a blanket......

In the dream, she dreamed of the flowers and plants of Yinyue Mountain, and the senior brother played his favorite song "Spring Snow" on the peach blossom tree, and she climbed to the tree to listen quietly. After the senior brother finished playing, she asked, "Senior brother, can you teach me?" Then the senior brother shook his head and said, "I can't teach." Hong Xiaohong squinted at him: "I'm obviously so smart, how can I not teach?" But the fox said, "Have you learned the art of spitting?" As if knowing that she was dreaming of the past, Hong Xiaohong tilted her head and entertained her brother and said, "I'll meet early." "Then can you cultivate to become an immortal?" Hong Xiaohong thought about it seriously and responsibly and said, "I think...... I'm sure ...... As long as I don't read villain books every day, and don't play with lake demons and swan spirits, I will definitely be able to cultivate into an immortal! The senior brother was very disdainful: "Then you go to cultivate, is it important to cultivate immortals or to play?" "Murong Xiu is really annoying, he was awakened by him in his dreams!

Hmph, I will definitely become an immortal. Hong Xiaohong is unswerving.

Her cultivation is very simple, just collecting spiritual energy and cultivating pure demonic energy using the methods taught by her master. The density of the aura around the palace is about a little aura value in each drop of dew, and every ten drops of dew she collects can increase her cultivation a little, the demon has ten layers of realm from cultivating into a human form, and each layer needs 100,000 points of cultivation, calculated with the efficiency of 1 point of cultivation per day, it will take two hundred and seventy-four years to enter the second layer of the realm, and the peak of cultivation to the tenth layer is two thousand seven hundred and forty years, and she will definitely be able to cultivate to become an immortal as long as she lives to the end of two thousand seven hundred and forty years. Senior brother is just scaring her!

Dumplings are eaten on the October Festival, and the palace is making dumplings for half a month. The palace organized the activity of fighting wild beasts, and the maids used rattan balls to beat the "beasts" played by the family to get rewards, the first prize fruit plate, the second prize silk flowers, and the third prize Taihefang hemp candy. The family members who were selected to be the "beasts" could not fight back, could not run out of the courtyard, could not hit people, could not be match-fixed, could not admit defeat, and only lost after 30 rattan balls. The maids had a lot of fun and were much bolder.

In the evening, the housekeeper made a pot of wontons, and several little maids who slept with Hong Xiaohong carried them to eat it, Hong Xiaohong knew but pretended not to understand. The housekeeper found out and beckoned her to go too, and she obediently followed behind her. The chaotic stuffing is pinched with leftover meat tendons, and it is very hard, but it is warm to eat. It's not that she doesn't know that what others give is not the best, but what is not someone else's has been left behind by her, she simply wants to taste the taste of this world.

Time passed quietly, and the year was approaching, and Hong Xiaohong had eleven years of cultivation so far.