That night, Ling Fox Zhenzhen dreamed of the splendid mountain scenery of Yunyu Mountain again.

The wind blows the sea of red, yellow, and green trees, and the circle is like waves rippling and undulating, and the autumn sun shines on the shoulders, bringing a warm fragrance of dried flowers and plants.

Ling Hu Zhenzhen subconsciously turned around, and there was already a young man in a snow-white feather coat standing on the white stone on the edge of the cliff.

There was no blood, no face, and his deep and dark eyebrows looked at her quietly, as if a thousand words were about to pour out. The wind curled his long silky hair, and the inky rings glowed with translucent beauty in the sunlight, and he blinked his eyes and suddenly smiled at her.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen raised her feet and ran towards him, but as if she was blocked by a soft barrier, she couldn't get close, she stopped and stretched out her hand to him: "Qin Yuanxi, I miss you very much." ”

Those insistences on going their own way suddenly melted, and she thought of him like she hadn't seen him in her life.

"I haven't forgotten you. She looked at him fixedly, "Can you come back?"

The snow-white figure came towards her, and its slow steps seemed to have no weight. He also stretched out his hand, his slender fingers to grasp her hand, and when he was about to touch it, he retracted it, only rolled up his sleeve and leaned over to wipe her tears.

Icy touch.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen opened her eyes suddenly, the entire guest room was filled with thick wind, thunder and demonic qi for some time, and there was a dark cloud-like figure standing next to the bed, rolling up her cloud-like sleeves, and her fingertips were still in the corners of her eyes.

Is it a dream, not a dream?

It didn't matter what it was, she turned over and hugged him, as if embracing a cold cloud in her arms: "Don't go!"

The cold and gentle cloud spread its arms around it, and the wind, thunder, and demonic energy that filled the room gradually converged, and the heavy Yuan Fox chin rested on her arm, staring at her without blinking, and his dark green eyes really seemed to be about to speak.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen looked at it in a daze, and suddenly felt it approach and rub the tip of her nose to wipe away the tears hanging on her chin, and she came back to her senses and jumped up from the bed.

"You!" she held up the Yuan Fox, which only blinked, and then slowly fell asleep.

*

On August 20, it was drizzling.

After half a year's absence, the little sister Linghu returned to Yimai Mountain.

When Zhou Jing arrived at Yiguang Cliff, the monks of the first vein had already arrived, and they were guarding outside the formation of the mansion gate one by one, waiting for the big vein master inside to give an exciting conclusion.

"Second Senior Brother is also here?" Zhou Jing looked at Lou Hao, who he hadn't seen for half a year, and couldn't hide his surprise.

It is said that even Ji Yuan hesitated and hesitated after being manipulated, but Lou Hao was the only one who couldn't do everything he could to pull the master down, so that after he woke up, he was locked up in the cave and ashamed to see people.

But the second senior brother is the second senior brother after all, and his expression is already the same: "How can I miss such an important thing." ”

At the beginning, everyone had accepted the most painful result, so that Fox Zhenzhen left the Taishang Pulse with the demonic fox, and even the Great Vein Master did not stop him, and no one wanted to disturb this pair of ill-conceived lovers. But right now, there is suddenly a star of hope, and they are all waiting for a miracle of "maybe Yuanxi's soul is really still there".

"That fox doesn't have ten baskets of medicine, but also nine baskets, right?" Zhou Jing frowned and smiled, "No matter how damaged the soul is, ten souls can be replenished, it must be no problem." ”

Shen Jun sneered, and before he could speak, Lin Ying had already spoken in a deep voice: "What are you sneering at?"

His tone softened: "I think it's okay too." ”

Yu Bai said with a smile: "The medicine is all refined by Shizun himself, and there are few people in the world who have this treatment, and just now Linghu said that he also gave the fox the soul renewal medicine refined by the head of the Yin Yang Fire Hall, I believe that Lao Jiu will definitely be able to come back." ”

"I'll wait for Lao Jiu to come back and fight the law!"

Ji Yuan is now Shen Jun's second, keen on both cultivation and fighting. But it's not just him, the matter of the Immortal Saint is a heavy blow to everyone, this year, it is rare that no one of the monks of the first vein has left the vein to play, and they are all immersed in penance, which makes the master of the great vein very pleased.

Duanmu Yan asked a strange question in anticipation: "If Lao Jiu comes back, is it a human or a demon?"

At this time, even Lou Hao was stunned, and said thoughtfully: "It stands to reason that the demonic qi is sharp, and whoever gives birth to the demonic qi will have a different physique from ordinary people, right? ”

As soon as the words fell, Yiguang Cliff's mansion gate formation suddenly closed, and the Great Vein Lord was rarely full of smiles, and he actually walked out with Ling Fox Zhenzhen's hand, like a kind old grandfather in the world.

"Master!" the young monks could not contain their excitement.

The Great Vein Lord Wen said: "Xiao Jiu's divine soul is indeed still there. ”

It was he who misjudged one thing, the demonic qi was good at extending inward and touching the divine soul, but no one had ever been so entangled like Xiao Jiu, most likely to fight against the cold qi in Artemisia, so he couldn't detect the breath of the divine soul. But if there is no increasingly complete divine soul, the demonic qi will not condense to the point of almost substantial porcelain.

A trace of tears flashed in the eyes of the old man of the Great Vein, and the next moment he laughed heartily: "It's still alive!

Because the three or four vein masters were unwilling to leave their own vein mountain, and the strength of the other vein masters was a little worse, the vacancy of the second vein master could not be filled by anyone, and the big vein master had to take on two positions, and after talking happily with the disciples in Yiguang Cliff, he left in a hurry.

The monks rushed into the room, only to see that the demonic fox was curled up in a lump of sleep on the soft collapse, at first it was only a vague shape like a black cloud, but now it was like a solid porcelain, clear and shiny, looking heavy.

"Is it possible to change directly from a fox to Lao Jiu?" Duanmu Yan always had strange thoughts.

Lin Ying's face was a little difficult, and she turned around and held Ling Hu Zhenzhen's hand: "If this is the case, I will cut a larger Xuanleopard skin cloak for Yuan Xi, and beg the little senior sister to persuade him to wrap it every day." ”

Shen Jun finally sneered smoothly: "If he doesn't wear it, I will beat him until he wears it." ”

Yu Bai slapped him heavily on the shoulder: "On such a happy day, what do you beat! Let's turn the old Jiudong Mansion over, he must have hidden a lot of wine! If you don't get drunk today, you won't return!"

The last time they got together like this to talk about drinking, it seemed to be a long time ago, which made Fox Zhenzhen's alcohol increase greatly in the past half a year.

After a while, Ji Yuan, who was already eight points drunk, leaned over again and hit her on the shoulder: "Little Senior Sister, even if she doesn't have the Dragon Flying Blade, she is still my Little Senior Sister." ”

Duanmuyan raised his foot and kicked: "Shame on the incorruptible! Who is your little senior sister!"

After that, he leaned over and bumped into the other shoulder: "It's not only yours, but also my little senior sister." ”

Zhou Jing laughed so much that he almost squirted wine in his mouth: "You carefully let Yuan Xi hear it...... Hey, the fox woke up?!"

The monks hurriedly turned around, and saw that the demonic fox that was still shrunk into a sleeping mass had sat up straight at this time, and the dark green eyes looked at the two living haunted statues beside Ling Fox Zhen with great disgust, and then jumped down lightly and collapsed, and walked towards Ling Fox Zhen Zhen gracefully, sat on her shoulder, and shook the two heads resting on her shoulders with his tail heavily thrown away.

*

The sky was dark, the drizzle outside the window turned into heavy rain, and the late summer wind swept the raindrops to wet the tulle by the window, so that the fox Zhenzhen gently closed the wooden window and untied the small cloak for the soft Yuan fox.

After the monks left, it fell into a deep sleep again, perhaps because of the soul rejuvenating potion, and it had been sleeping for the past two days.

Although she had traveled thousands of miles and drank a lot of wine, she was not sleepy, and sat on the edge of the couch and played with fox ears and tail for a while, and there was a kind of anxiety and expectation in her heart that was completely different from the past, and she really couldn't sit still, so she simply went to wander in the courtyard.

Dangling to the retreat room for a moment, Fox Zhenzhen remembered that she had never entered this place, and immediately pushed open the door and looked inside.

The quiet room is not large, there is a soft collapse under the window, and there is a small bookcase against the wall, and there is nothing else.

Ling Hu Zhenzhen pulled out the book casually, on it was some explanations of the wind and thunder technique, and at a rough look, the bookcase was full of books related to cultivation, but there was a thick book on the bottom layer, and when I opened it, the ink inside was dripping, it was Qin Yuanxi's words.

He obviously had a very good plan for his cultivation, and he had been thinking about how the Wind Thunder Technique should evolve from a very early stage, how the Wind Thunder Flying Sword would be the most perfect, and how the killing move Cold Lightning could maximize its lethality.

Suddenly, a page was no longer full of words, only the word "fox" was written in a round and soft manner, and a lively little fox was drawn below, with long eyes and a long tail.

As if she had been empowered, she suddenly realized in an instant.

Qin Yuanxi has never liked foxes, but likes girls with foxes in their names.

The ears inexplicably burned, causing the fox to continue to roll back, and in his rigorous and meticulous cultivation plan, the little fox could often be seen rolling. Finally, there were many pages about her, but it was a dense and methodical cultivation step, from how to guide Tengfeng, to how to guide the Five Elements Technique, to how to practice Lei Huo, he wrote them all down in detail.

It's a pity that creation makes people, and by the time they can be in one place, she will already be there.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen turned the last page, and there was a small portrait of a girl wearing a simple skirt, her fluffy hair was curled in a bun, as if she wanted to speak, and seemed to smile slightly.

Although the style of painting is not gorgeous, the brushstrokes are extremely gentle, and I can't wait to rub the spring breeze into it and cut it into her appearance.

Four words were written under the painting: Don't be quiet.

She suddenly felt that she seemed to have glimpsed some unspeakable secrets belonging to Qin Yuanxi, his vague and lingering emotions, and the twists and turns of his uncontrollable affection.

It turned out to have started so early.

Qin Se is in the palace, and it is good to be quiet. The beauty of anticipation is always short-lived, and they can only snuggle quietly in the trap of fate for a while, but they support each other and still come to this point.

The bright lightning fell on the two lightning stones on the Yiguang Cliff, and the roar was endless, so that the fox Zhenzhen carefully put the book back in its place, and suddenly heard the movement of being closed at the formation of the mansion gate, she hurriedly chased it out, but saw the white porcelain-like body of the Yuan fox flashing in the thunderstorm night.

"Yuan Fox?"

She called out, but she didn't see it turn back, and in the pouring rain, the fox flew very fast, looking in the direction of going to the Thousand Palaces.

That was the place where Qin Yuanxi disappeared.

The fox Zhenzhen suddenly had an ominous premonition, and the wind chased after it, only to see it suddenly rush to the top of the thousand-heavy palace, where it was already covered with thunderclouds, and the lightning flashed endlessly.

Could it be that this time the fox body is also going to turn into a wind and thunder demonic qi?

She galloped like lightning, and hurriedly landed outside the main hall of the Thousand Heavy Palace, and suddenly heard the voice of the Great Vein Lord sound: "Zhen Zhen?

Ling Fox Zhenzhen couldn't speak, and rushed all the way into the main hall, Yuan Fox's porcelain-like body was wrapped in thunderclouds, and a little bit of wind and thunder demonic energy was overflowing.

The Great Pulse Lord exclaimed: "Do you want to use the thundercloud wind to recall the demonic energy that overflowed that day?!"

As soon as the words fell, sure enough, the wind roared in the hall, and in an instant, the huge thunderclouds and the wind were entangled together, gradually rolling like a whirlpool, and the wind and thunder demonic qi in the center was like a little thick ink in the vortex, but in a moment, the thick wind, thunder and demonic qi filled the entire hall.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen suddenly felt a little more refreshed, raised her feet and walked towards the center of the whirlpool, and the wind and thunder demonic qi swirling in the rapids were like emerald ink in the water, and a wisp faded away. The majestic demonic qi in the hall was once again retracted, just like Qin Yuanxi's body turned into demonic qi that day, and this time, the figure of the snow-white feather robe condensed out and landed in front of her.

As if afraid of a phantom, she pounced on him and hugged him.

The familiar aroma lingers around the body, and it is warm and heartbeat.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen raised his head, looked into the dark eyes that he had not seen for a long time, the clear light was moving with great joy, and his forehead sank, and he leaned his head against his forehead and rubbed it twice.

Wonderful!

(m.d. = )