Not only was Zhu Tianpeng surprised the beggar's strange behavior, but Xiao Bailong and Yuan Qing were also surprised. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

What is the special smell on Lao Zhu's body? Could it be Diekong incense?

Just as the three of them looked at the beggar with puzzled expressions, another group of demon cultivators approached.

There were seven demon cultivators in that group, all of them wolf clan monks, all wearing white robes. The leader was a middle-aged monk, with a calm momentum and a short three-inch beard.

They also felt strange when they saw the beggar circling around Zhu Tiancang. The middle-aged monk also asked, "This little friend, why is Qing Ying like this, but what have you done to him?"

Seeing that the middle-aged wolf cultivator was a little angry in his words, Lao Zhu smiled bitterly: "Maybe it's because I have the smell of empty incense on my body!"

The middle-aged monk shook his head and said, "It's not because of Diekong Incense!" He looked Zhu Tianpeng up and down again, and asked, "Are you from the Qingyue Tribe?"

There are five major wolf tribes in the Howling Moon Grassland, namely the Golden Moon Tribe, the White Moon Tribe, the Blue Moon Tribe, the Red Moon Tribe, and the Black Moon Tribe.

Fire Wolf and Hong Shangxian were born in the Red Moon Tribe, and the prefix of the road number is the word "Hong". The Qingyue tribe uses the word "green" as the prefix of the road name.

The middle-aged monk and the six wolf cultivators he led were all wearing white robes, most of them from the White Moon Tribe.

Although Lao Zhu has been misunderstood many times that he is from the Xiaoyue Grassland, he has never admitted it, and this time is no exception.

"The seniors misunderstood, the juniors are just a wild cultivator. ”

The middle-aged monk smiled slightly: "I know the rules of the wolf clan better than you! You are traveling through the trial, right? Knowing the rules of the trial, it's not bad!" He looked at the spirit fruit in the pottery bowl, nodded and said: "The Qingyue tribe can have today, Qingming's contribution is indispensable! No matter what he is now, as a junior, you should honor him." ”

It seems that this misunderstanding is getting deeper and deeper!

Lao Zhu had to explain: "Senior, that spirit fruit was given by Yuanqing Daoyou!"

The little fat man stepped forward and saluted the middle-aged monk and said, "Junior Yuanqing, I've seen my seniors!"

The middle-aged monk stared at the little fat man for a long time, and frowned: "You are also from the Qingyue Tribe, right? I heard that the Qingyue Tribe has produced two young geniuses in recent years, could it be the two of you?"

"The seniors really misunderstood!"

"Juniors are not!"

Zhu Tianpeng and Yuan Qing replied in unison.

The middle-aged monk shook his head and smiled, "It seems that the instructions of the Blue Wolf Emperor are very strict! In front of your clan, you still strictly abide by the rules of the trial!"

He turned his head to the six young wolf clan monks behind him and said, "They are also the younger generation of the Xiaoyue Grassland, look at them, their cultivation comprehension is higher than yours, they are younger than you, and they know how to abide by the rules, if you don't know how to work hard, in the future, you will never be able to catch up with them!"

In this way, Zhu Tianpeng and Yuan Qing became "other people's children"!

Lao Zhu looked at the little fat man, and the little fat man was also looking at him, and both of them had some doubts in their eyes.

Only the little white dragon was a little stunned, he couldn't understand, when did his second senior brother become the wolf cultivator of the Xiaoyue Grassland?

The middle-aged wolf cultivator said to Zhu Tianpeng and Yuan Qing again: "Although it is the turn of the White Moon Tribe to represent the Xiaoyue Grassland this time, since you two have already participated, you should perform well and strive to win the qualification for the garden party in the ring." I won't interfere with the final garden party, you juniors have their own abilities, see who has the ability to take down the fox princess?"

After the wolf cultivator of the White Moon Tribe left, the little fat man Yuan Qing and Zhu Tianpeng glanced at each other again.

Lao Zhu was thinking, could it be that this little fat man was the genius of the wolf clan who traveled around?

The little fat man shook his head with a wry smile and said: "The predecessors of the wolf clan in the Xiaoyue Grassland also have times when they look away! I want to have a noble background, but unfortunately, with my size, how can I have a noble bloodline!"

The most obvious feature of the wolf monk is pointed ears, a slender figure, a high nose, and a touch of green in the eyes.

In addition to having pointed ears and pale green eyes, the little fat man is a little short and fat, and the facial features on the round cake face are not obvious, not like a wolf cultivator, but more like a pig demon.

At this time, the little white dragon had come back to his senses and said dissatisfiedly: "Does the fox princess have to like you wolf clan monks?

The little fat man echoed: "This fellow Daoist is right! Although in the past recruitment meetings, the princesses of the fox clan almost always chose the wolf clan monks in the end, there are exceptions. ”

The little white dragon was curious and asked, "What are the exceptions?"

"As far as I know, the most recent one was eight hundred years ago, when a Bull monk took over the princess of the Fox Clan. There is also the fact that 5,000 years ago, a snake monk took away the flower crown of the fox princess of the Qingzi generation. ”

Lao Zhu was also aroused: "Then in the past five thousand years, how many fox princesses have recruited relatives?"

"I don't know the specifics, at least more than a dozen!"

Of the more than a dozen fox princesses, most of them were taken down by the wolf clan monks, and only two fox princesses were obtained by the monks of other clans. With this ratio, what kind of strength are the monks of all ethnic groups fighting for? The hope is too slim, right?

The little fat man explained: "Actually, not all the monks of all clans are plotting against the princess of the fox clan, and most of them still want to win the final five places. ”

"Why is that?"

The little fat man said with a smile: "The four who have not been selected by the fox princess as the Yuan match Taoist couple, you can choose any pure fox girl from the fox clan and take them away from Qingqiu Mountain." The chosen fox girl will follow you unswervingly and will do anything for you. Think about it, a beautiful fox girl who is proficient in the art of charm has no second heart for you, will not betray, and her cultivation is not low, how can you treat her, doesn't this feel wonderful?"

After Lao Zhu heard this, he felt itchy!

The little white dragon's eyes lit up, and he suddenly shouted: "Is there such a benefit? No, I have to go back and prepare well!"

He had planned to hide in the corner of the garden party, but now when he heard that he could accept a beautiful fox cultivator as a maid, he was instantly full of passion, and the days of the garden party were still long, so he rushed back to prepare!

Lao Zhu couldn't cry or laugh, how good it is that this guy continues to maintain his previous cold appearance! Since he dissolved the demons in his heart, found his biological mother, and belonged to Huolong Island, how did he become a tease?

The little white dragon has already left, and Lao Zhu has no heart to continue shopping, and plans to go back to Tianxianglou with the little fat man.

Qing Ming, a beggar who was originally circling around Zhu Tiancang, was already lying at Lao Zhu's feet at this time and closed his eyes.

"Yuanqing Daoyou, Senior Qing Ming is lying on the street like this, doesn't it matter?"

The little fat man sighed: "I heard that the wolf clan once wanted to take him back to the tribe to be raised, but as soon as he left Qingqiu City, he would go crazy, and only in Qingqiu City could he be calm, and in the end, he could only be allowed to live here! Since the Qing Ming senior likes this, let him be!"

Lao Zhu moved his feet to leave, and the beggar Qingming did not get up again, which made Lao Zhu breathe a sigh of relief.

"Yuanqing Daoyou, how long has the Qing Ming senior been like this?"

"I've heard stories about him for at least a few hundred years since I was sensible!"

Hundreds of years? A demon cultivator who has lost his cultivation can live for hundreds of years? What is so strange about this?