On top of the cold railing of the Iron Pavilion, a crow the size of a falcon stood proudly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info its black and shiny feathers shimmer in the sun, and the crown feathers standing above its head sway gently in the breeze. Its head was turned to the side, and its jewel-like eyes on the side face shone with a little light like stars, and it was looking down at Cheng Ziming with interest.

"Fellow Daoist, what rare things have you brought to you this time?" Cheng Ziming felt an indescribable joy when he saw this crow, he knew that this crow had some Taoism and could understand people's words, so he had the heart to ridicule. It is said that since the appearance of this crow, it has not only helped Cheng Ziming pick the genius earth treasure of Hell Youlan, but also intentionally let Cheng Ziming discover the ghost cultivation method engraved on the boulder in the cold spring. In any case, this crow is a friend and foe.

Cheng Ziming said casually, and let the crow stop. It was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned away.

"Ha!" Cheng Ziming smiled happily, and said in his heart that this crow would be embarrassed, and then pretended to say: "I died nine times last night, and I finally survived." Since Daoist friends have come to visit, they won't come empty-handed!"

The crow became more and more cramped, and suddenly flapped its wings and flew into the sky with a hula.

"Eh, don't go!" Cheng Ziming suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart, regretting why he had such a stupid mouth, and hurriedly shouted: "Just kidding, why are you annoyed!"

The crow spun around in the sky, and suddenly swooped down sharply. I saw a black shadow passing by, and rushed towards a cold spring pavilion located in the center of the pavilion array. In the blink of an eye, the black shadow reached the front of the iron fence, and suddenly the black shadow blurred, and in an instant, it appeared directly on the other side of the iron fence.

In this Cold Spring Pavilion, there is a huge praying mantis. It was well fed and drunk, with its wings folded and its triangular head lowered, and it looked very contented. At the moment when the black shadow rushed into the Cold Spring Pavilion, the praying mantis suddenly raised its head violently, and its wings trembled rapidly. The praying mantis is originally a very sensitive insect, and this praying mantis monster has brought its talent into full play after attaining the Tao.

With the rapid shaking of its wings, the mantis quickly turned around and raised its forearms as sharp as knives in front of the rushing black shadow.

At the same time, the black shadow lit up all around him, and his jewel-like eyes flashed red. The praying mantis suddenly stiffened as if it had been nailed. In an instant, the black shadow reached in front of the mantis, and the crow's front paws reached out and directly unscrewed off the mantis's triangular head. At the same time, the speed did not decrease, and he flew straight out of the Cold Spring Pavilion and rushed into the sky again.

Cheng Ziming watched from afar, only to see the crow rushing into the Cold Spring Pavilion, and the praying mantis raised its forearm. Just as he was about to take a closer look, he suddenly felt a slight stabbing pain in his head, and hurriedly lowered his head to use his spiritual power. But the sting disappeared, and when I looked up again, the crow had already grabbed the mantis's triangular head and flew into the sky.

"Divine Consciousness Attack!" Cheng Ziming narrowed his eyes in astonishment, carefully looked at the black shadow in the sky, and secretly thought: "Even if you can move in space, you can also attack with divine sense!"

I saw the crow circling in the sky for half a circle, flying straight above the cold lake, and then swooping down and flying close to the water. Then he came back, flapped his wings and stopped on the top of the iron pavilion where Cheng Ziming was. After that, the crow raised its front paws, and a green light smashed towards Cheng Ziming.

"Huh, this is!" Cheng Ziming stretched out his hand to take it and found that it was a green bead, which was cool and cool in his hand, and it was still stained with the cold water of the cold lake. It turned out that the crow skipped over the surface of the lake, and washed away the remaining mantis limbs to wash the beads clean.

Cheng Ziming took the beads to his eyes and observed them for himself, and he was even more sure of the guess in his heart, and couldn't help but say excitedly: "I didn't expect that the mantis demon to have such a big demon pill!" He tossed the green beads in his hand a few times, and then put them in the storage bracelet, and smiled at the crow: "Then thank you Daoyou!"

The crow condescendingly spreads its wings slightly in response.

"Fellow Daoist, can you speak?" Cheng Ziming thought secretly: This crow is so profound, it will not be dumb. But why do you keep refusing to speak?

The crow held its head high and ignored the question.

"Ha, is it possible, Daoyou dislikes the crow's unpleasant voice, so he simply stays silent all the way?" Cheng Ziming became more amused the more he thought about it, and said in his heart that this crow is really good-looking, so he continued to joke: "In fact, like a Taoist friend with profound mana, moving like a meteor, quiet as the night sky, with feathers like ink, and eyes like bright stars, even if the voice is a hoarse and ugly crow, it is still flawed and does not damage the delicate image." ”

I saw the crow listening quietly, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, like the sparkling surface of the water, reflecting the light of the Dao Sun.

Cheng Ziming was proud in his heart: he knew that this crow loves face and likes to listen to flattery. He hurriedly added a few more words of praise. Only then did he realize that he was standing in the iron fence, and the crow was standing on the top of the iron fence, tilting his head and talking to the crow, stretching his neck a little sore.

Considering the daily necessities in the storage bracelet one by one, Cheng Ziming took out two cushions, a square wood coffee table and a set of tea sets. If you think about it carefully, it is inconvenient to drink tea no matter how you look at it, and there is no water source nearby. The cold spring next to it can't be boiled even by firewood.

In desperation, Cheng Ziming waved his hand and put the tea set back. Placing the cushion across the square wood coffee table, and then sitting comfortably on the cushion, he made a "please" gesture casually, and said with a smile: "How about Daoyou come down and sit down, it is convenient to speak." ”

The crow tilted his head and watched Cheng Ziming finish fiddling, then flapped his wings, and his body flew into the iron pavilion with a blur. The black shadow skimmed over the cushion coffee table, but did not stop, but in a detour, flew straight to the cold spring, and then suddenly stopped, and plunged into the cold spring.

Cheng Ziming was taken aback, and said in his heart: Why is this crow so angry, what is the matter to the extent of committing suicide by throwing himself into the spring?

Listening to the sound of "hula" water, the black shadow rushed out from the cold spring, and judging by the sharpness of its body, it was obvious that it was not harmed by a trace of cold.

Cheng Ziming put his mind at ease, and at the same time couldn't help nodding secretly: This crow is really good, and he can actually stab a fierce son in the cold spring.

The crow flew out of the cold spring, with a chill all over it. The jet-black shiny feathers were wet with cold spring water. And the sun shining on the cold spring water, as if pouring water droplets into the boiling oil, "hissed" and flew up bursts of cold mist. The crow flew around Xin Yue a few times disapprovingly, shaking its feathers from time to time, dripping excess cold spring water around Xin Yue. These cold spring water dripped to the ground, and under the sunlight, a trace of yin qi emerged, turning into a yin mist and enveloping Xin Yue.

Xin Yue suddenly felt refreshed, the temperature around him dropped instantly, and the heat brought by the sun was dissipated cleanly. He didn't talk nonsense, and immediately used his yin power to practice the ghost cultivation method on the "First Chapter of Soul Condensation".

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