The night is like ink, and the moon is like snow.

Outside the cave, Yang Que sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the sea of clouds, thinking about his thoughts.

The events that happened during the day clearly appeared in his mind at this time, and the sneering eyes and sneering words of those disciples also echoed in his ears for a long time.

Now, in the eyes of the entire sect, he has been completely ruined, he can't perform any exercises, and he can't even cultivate anymore in the future, and he has completely become a waste. And after the annual test, he will be completely removed from the identity of his own disciple, and his future will be clear at a glance, and he may be a handyman cleaning the cell for the rest of his life.

In their eyes, his fate has long been predestined.

The cool night breeze swept by, and the bright moon in the clouds seemed to be ashamed and happy.

The corners of Yang Que's mouth curved slightly, revealing a meaningful mockery, and with a flip of his hand, the golden small tripod appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Without it, maybe my fate would have been sealed. ”

Under the bright moonlight, Xiao Ding suspended in his palm, slowly turning, silent. "Huh?" Yang Que's eyes lit up slightly, and he looked at Xiao Ding fixedly. Dingzhong was originally empty, but now there are many golden flowers in it, like the sunlight collected in Plants vs. Zombies in the previous life, there are dozens of pieces.

"This is ......" Yang Que was surprised in his heart, stretched out his finger, and lightly tapped one of the golden flowers, and suddenly felt a heat on his fingertips, and the golden flower gradually melted, and at the same time, an extremely familiar fire, along the fingertips, instantly drilled into his body.

"Not good!" he suddenly thought of the violent heat that had occurred twice in his body, and the scorching energy brought by this golden flower was exactly the same as the energy of the riot at that time, exactly the same energy!

At this time, he vaguely understood that his body might be changed by these energies.

"Hey, it seems to be fine. Just when he was worried that his body would be hot again, the scorching aura of the golden flower suddenly turned into a pure and vast mana, which melted into his dantian without the slightest discomfort.

After a while, he felt normal and didn't react at all, and he was truly relieved.

The golden light in the small tripod swayed slightly, like a mini sunflower, swaying in the wind, the golden light was shining, and it was cute.

Yang Que counted carefully, and got rid of the one he absorbed, and there were still twelve golden flowers left in it.

"Although these rays of light can supplement the mana in the body, there are only twelve of them, what if they run out?" Yang Que thought of the usefulness of these golden flowers, although he was surprised, he was also a little troubled.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly thought of an important question, where did the golden flower in Xiao Ding come from? It turned out that there was nothing in it at all.

Could it be...... Yang Que suddenly thought of a possibility, if these golden flowers were really produced by Xiao Ding himself, would it be reproduced after they were used up?

If these golden flowers are inexhaustible, then don't you have endless mana?

Thinking of this possibility, Yang Que's heart suddenly became excited, he carefully looked at Xiao Ding a few times, and with a thought, he took it back into his body.

If the previous ideas come true, then this small tripod is definitely a priceless treasure against the sky, and it must not be shown.

Yue'er hid in the clouds, and the night became thicker and thicker.

Yang Que entered the cave with a full stomach, lay on the stone bed, and looked at it in contemplation.

Although he was not sleepy, he didn't dare to cultivate.

Because of sleeping with the little junior sister, the cultivation has reached the peak of the psychic layer, and it is only one step away from breaking through. When he first came to this cave before, he had jumped to try it, cultivating according to the exercises in his memory, and wanted to break through to the second layer in one fell swoop, but at every critical moment, he suddenly felt the heat in his body, and his whole body was as red as charcoal, and he was about to burst his body.

What's more, at that time, he suddenly wanted a woman very much. He could even feel that if there was no woman, if he insisted on breaking through, he would definitely explode and die!

Thinking of the scene when the little junior sister cultivated for the breakthrough of the rape, he vaguely guessed a possibility, because Xiao Ding had transformed his body, his future cultivation may be extremely in need of a woman's help, without a woman, maybe he will not be able to go further in his life.

Although I feel that Xiaoding is a cheater, but thinking that this body was originally blocked by the meridians, he was almost a wasted person, and now compared with it, he can cultivate and perform exercises, which is naturally much stronger, but the conditions are a little weird.

"Now, the top priority is to find a wife as soon as possible, otherwise I will still be a waste person who can't cultivate. Yang Que said secretly.

But thinking about his current situation, he frowned again.

The miscellaneous servants who clean the cell, the waste that can't cultivate, the can't perform any exercises, and the ability to protect themselves at all, what woman wants to sleep with him as his wife.

......

In the early morning, when the first rays of sunlight swept away the sea of clouds and fell in front of Yang Que's cave, Yang Que had already gotten up and gone out.

The work of the handyman has finally begun.

Yang Que carried a large wooden bucket of water, held a broom, and entered the cell absentmindedly with things in mind.

The disciple guarding the cell gave him a strange look, did not ask questions, nor did he greet him, and when he entered, he was sneering and secretly disdainful in his heart.

Yang Que entered the dark cell, put the bucket and broom on the ground, took off the key from his waist, and began to open the first cell.

Yesterday, Zhou Meiqi had already explained that every cell must be cleaned, so as not to make these forbidden spirits weak, suffer from diseases, and lose the value of use.

Because he knew that these spirits had no power to resist, Yang Que was not afraid, and directly opened the first cell, picked up the broom, and walked in.

However, the spirit inside made him slightly stunned, it was actually a white, tender and chubby baby.

At this time, the baby was in a state of lethargy, with his eyes half-open, not crying, nor looking at Yang Que, his head lowered, as if he was thinking about things.

Yang Que looked at him curiously, and didn't know what kind of spirit he was, and when he was about to clean the cell, the baby suddenly raised his head, looked at him, and said crisply: "Brother, I hurt, give me saliva to drink, I can give you my head to eat." ”

After that, without waiting for Yang Que to answer, the baby suddenly grabbed his head with a pair of white and tender little hands, twisted it slightly, and there was a crisp "click", and his round head fell from his neck.

He held his head in both hands, handed it to Yang Que, and said, "Here, brother, eat it." But the voice came from the headless neck.

Yang Que was startled, took a step back, took a closer look at the head in his hand, and said cautiously: "I don't have spiritual water, I'm just a handyman cleaning the cell." ”

The spiritual water is specially used to relieve the pain caused by the yin and evil qi in the bodies of these spirits, and every once in a while, a special disciple comes to give them a sip to drink, so that they do not die of pain.

"Oh. When the baby heard Yang Que's answer, there was no disappointment in his tone, he took his head back and pressed it on his neck, and continued to think about things with his head down.

Yang Que stared at its neck and saw that it was intact as before, as if it had not been broken at all, he couldn't help but be curious, and said, "Are you ...... What goblins?"

The baby lowered his head and said, "Ginseng." ”

"No wonder. Yang Que nodded, suppressed the many questions in his heart, and began to clean the cell.

In the second cell, a donkey demon is being held. When Yang Que opened the cell and entered, it was obviously frightened, but when it saw Yang Que's appearance clearly, it breathed a sigh of relief, muttered, "Fortunately, it wasn't her ......" and then closed its eyes and ignored it.

Yang Que saw that it was mentally depressed and ugly, and it seemed that he didn't want to deal with others, and he didn't want to do much, so after cleaning the cell, he retreated.

When he entered the third cell with a broom, an alluring fragrance suddenly came to his nose, and he fixed his eyes to see a girl in white sitting quietly in the corner.

He has a charming figure and a delicate appearance, except for nine hairy white and flawless tails prominently behind him.

"Nine-tailed fox?" Yang Que muttered, glanced at her, lowered his head and began to clean the cell.

"Little brother, do you want a woman?" the girl suddenly raised her eyes and said with a smile, and two intoxicating blush flew on her delicate cheeks.

"Yes. Yang Que's answer made her heart happy, and her face just showed shyness, but she heard him continue, "But you are not a woman, and you are not a person." ”

"Are you ......" The shy smile on the girl's face suddenly stiffened, her eyebrows grew cold, she glared at him, turned her head away, and said no more.

Yang Que looked calm, lowered his head and cleaned the cell, and after finishing, he exited the cell, glanced at her at the door, and smiled slightly: "If you want to tempt me, you should take off your clothes first." In fact, except for the tail, you are more beautiful than any woman I have ever seen, and when you take off your clothes, you must be even more beautiful......"

The girl was not annoyed, her eyes glanced at him mockingly, and the corners of her mouth hooked an arc.

"Yes, I'm just a handyman cleaning a cell, and even if you take off your clothes and show me, I can't help you, I'm just talking. Yang Que naturally knew the meaning in her eyes, and she was not angry, so she smiled, closed the cell door, and went to the next room.

The cell is home to all sorts of spirits with different tempers. Some were disdainful of Yang Que, some were humble and polite to him, some looked at him directly, and some begged to speak, Yang Que was busy all morning, and finally cleaned every cell.

There were two hours of rest at noon, and in the afternoon, he had to continue to clean the corridors in the cell and the bars of the cell, Yang Que thought about it, and didn't bother to go out, so he sat cross-legged in the cell and took a nap.

"Little Daoyou, my eyes fell off, and I rolled out of the cell, can you please help me pick it up?" In the cell next to it, a hoarse and anxious voice suddenly sounded.