The little white tiger stared at Fang Guiyuan and Liang Po for a while with a pair of big watery eyes, then raised one paw and scratched his ear.

The flower butterfly trapped in its claws took advantage of this opportunity to escape from Shengtian, flapped its wings and flew away.

"Wang Baibai?" Fang Guiyuan raised his eyebrows and said to the little white tiger a little uncertainly.

"Senior Fang?" the little white tiger spoke, grinned cutely, and said hello to Fang Guiyuan.

"Why are you still so big?" Fang Guiyuan sighed.

"There are changes and changes, and height can't represent everything, my master also said that I can grow taller than you in the future!"

"Why did your master say that? He lied to you!" "Why do you want to fight?"

"Well, yes, let's talk about it when I'm an adult...... Who is this guy?" Little White Tiger turned his head to look at Liang Po and asked, "The smell of this person's body is so unpleasant, similar to a corpse." ”

"He's a drought, a precious breed like you! I'll bring him over this time to find your master, so you can show me the way when you have time." ”

The little white tiger stroked his beard and nodded, "My master is basking in the sun in the yard, I'll take you to him." ”

Then it turned into a boy with a round face and round eyes, which looked very cute.

I don't know if it was intentional, when the young man said that he was going to take the two of them to find the master, he deliberately took a few steps to Fang Guiyuan.

Well, the two are already about the same height.

However, the white tiger is still a cub.

“...... Don't make a fuss, take me to your master. Fang Guiyuan gave him a roll of his eyes.

"Oh. Wang Baibai took out a radish strip from his sleeve, took a bite and responded vaguely, and his cheeks kept moving like a hamster.

Wang Baibai led the people to the front for a while, and then turned a corner, and a path made of bluestone slabs appeared leading to the top of the mountain.

The three of them climbed the stairs, and the trail was surrounded by dense and vigorous grass and trees, and there was a thick mist in the depths, and the sunlight penetrated through the leaves of the trees to the ground, showing the hazy feeling of fairyland.

Halfway up the mountain, Fang Guiyuan saw a huge platform.

The platform was made of a huge white stone, and the furnishings on it were extremely simple, with several rooms, tables and chairs, and an old Taoist priest with a white beard and white beard sat on the futon, squinting and not knowing what he was thinking.

When I saw this old Taoist priest, I knew what it meant to be a master outside the world and what was a Dao bone fairy wind.

Wang Baibai chewed the radish strips in his mouth, and before he could speak, he saw the old Taoist priest open his slightly closed eyes and call at Fang Guiyuan, "Daoist friends are here, it's really rare." Then he said to Wang Baibai, "Go, prepare tea for the guests, don't be lazy." ”

"Yes. Wang Baibai replied respectfully, and went to the house to prepare.

Fang Guiyuan didn't have the same tune as before, took a few steps forward, and made a junior etiquette to the old Taoist, "Mingwei is a real person." ”

"No need to be polite. Mingwei Zhenren stretched out a hand and gently helped Fang Guiyuan up, pointed out two futons to the side, and said to him, "Sit." ”

Fang Guiyuan led Liang Po to sit down.

Fang Guiyuan lived for a long time without mentioning it, and the era in which Liang Po was born was also when kneeling was still prevalent, but sitting down just seemed a little cramped.

It's not because he's been dead for too long and can't even sit on a futon, but because this place always makes him feel a little suppressed, especially in front of this Mingwei real person, goosebumps and hairs come out.

It's like a mouse seeing a cat.

Mingwei Zhenren glanced at him, followed Fang Guiyuan and said with a light smile: "It's rare." ”

It seems that the present world can still give birth to drought fish, and it seems that the sky is really endless.

Even though he himself is old, he may see these hopes, and he is happy for the younger generations.

"It's really rare," Fang Guiyuan also smiled, "A place he made has not rained for five years, and it hasn't been discovered by the ghosts and gods there, but I came out as soon as I went, a rare coincidence! Fortunately, it is a small desert there, if it is placed in other places, it may be ruined!"

Liang Po laughed when he heard this, and his ass writhed around on the futon as if he had been pricked with a needle.

It's uncomfortable, he's really uncomfortable! Didn't he say he had thick skin? How could he still feel this way?

Mingwei Zhenren saw his crampedness, and chuckled at Liang Po: "I haven't seen Fang Daoyou for a long time, I have a lot to say, I'm afraid it will be a little sluggish, it's better to ask Xiaoyou to go to my little blessed land first, if there is a situation, the things obtained will be directly given to Xiaoyou, so that the poor road can be a little bit of the friendship of the landlord." ”

Liang Po couldn't ask for it, pretended to shirk it, and ran away after finishing the surface work.

"This guy is very afraid of you!" Fang Guiyuan was overjoyed, "When we first met, I was stalked, and he didn't let go!"

Mingwei Zhenren smiled and did not speak.

Liang Po can not be afraid of Fang Guiyuan, but in the face of Mingwei, he can't help but feel jealous.

If Fang Guiyuan's generation is the master of the cultivation world, then the bright and micro one is enough to be called the auspicious rui of the cultivation world, according to his age, he can be said to be Fang Guiyuan's predecessors.

He also provided a lot of help to Fang Guiyuan and his friends on their way to cultivation.

Now that things are people, the Ming Wei Zhenren, who was famous in the world back then, is already old, and Fang Guiyuan and others, who could still look for him to help back then, have already stood at the peak of this world, pursuing the immortal way.

"Daoist friend is here today, is it just for the one just now?"

"Yes, even if it looks a little useless, but after all, it's still a drought, and it's not good to put it outside to harm others. The little blessed land of my predecessors was isolated from the world, self-contained, and less affected by the drought, so I thought about putting him here to discipline him. ”

Mingwei shook his head, "It's inconvenient." ”

Fang Guiyuan knew the reason for Mingwei's refusal, and didn't say much, "Then I'd better put him to the dragon in the East China Sea, I can't let him be steamed dry in the East China Sea." ”

By the way, let the old dragon king have some fun with Liang Po by himself.

"Master—" In the middle of speaking, Wang Baibai ran out with a tea tray.

gave Fang Guiyuan and his master a fragrant tea, as well as a few round kiwi fruits.

The fruit was black and white, half of each fruit, and it looked very strange.

"Yin Yang Fruit, isn't this extinct a long time ago?" Fang Guiyuan picked up a Dao with surprise.

Although the name of the Yin and Yang Fruit is simple and rude, the reputation is still quite big, with the Qi of Yin and Yang, secretly in line with the Heavenly Dao, it was suddenly mutated from the Zhu Guo at the end of antiquity, ordinary people eat it, the body can't bear the power contained in it at all, and it is good to instantly become a human bomb. However, this kind of fruit is also a strange thing for cultivators, although the effect of a guy like Fang Guiyuan, who has been in the Tao for thousands of years, may not be as big as the peach of Tao Yao's family, but it is still very rare.

Who let something like the Yin-Yang Fruit be mutated, it was difficult to reproduce itself, and once the ancient period passed, the mythological era only began, and it became extinct by itself.

If it weren't for a monk who wrote a book dedicated to all kinds of strange things in ancient times, and attached a picture, no one would have known about it.

However, the rarer it is, the more people pursue it, and this theorem is similar in the cultivation world.

"This is what I cultivated! This time the sapling has produced more than ten fruits!" replied Wang Baibai, chewing on the radish strips on the side, with a smile on his face.

"Are you so powerful?" Fang Guiyuan was curious. I didn't expect that the cute little tiger back then also had this ability, and sure enough, it was the back waves of the Yangtze River that pushed the front waves, and the generation was more than the next wave......

"Naturally. ”

"Okay, I didn't raise you in vain!" Fang Guiyuan took the fruit to his mouth and was about to eat it in one bite, but when he saw that the yin and yang fruit had just touched his lips, it turned into a stream of yin and yang qi and went straight into his heart, "Tsk, this fruit is really such a way to eat, I can't even taste the taste, I thought that the predecessor who wrote the book was deceiving people." ”

Wang was praised in vain, eating radish strips on the side, and his face was inevitably complacent.

Ming Wei didn't react much, he said to his apprentice: "I just asked another guest to go to the small blessed land to play, you go to him." ”

Wang Baibai answered, and slammed back into a little white tiger, jumping and chasing after Liang Po's scent.