Thinking of her father's life, a lot of tears welled up in her eyes. It was really a carefree and happy time, she didn't have to worry about anything, she was playing crazy every day, but now, this qiē is gone.

I hope that when I get there, I can see my father, and my home can be reunited there, as the sorcerer of the clan said.

Thoughts flickered in her heart, and these thoughts sometimes made her sad, and sometimes gave her a sense of relief.

Just when she almost thought about everything she could think in her head, she was surprised to find that the mouth that had fallen from her head did not fall.

What's going on? Could it be that the sand fox wants to play with her prey first? She knows that there are some sand foxes who like to play with their prey to death.

Xin Xiaoyu, who opened his eyes violently, saw not a sand fox at first sight, but a face with a faint smile.

This face is so good-looking, more than ten times better than Uncle Jin You, the beautiful man in his tribe, who is known as the best-looking.

Under the golden sun, looking at the faint smiling face, Xin Xiaoyu had a feeling of tears streaming down his face for a while. She wanted to talk to this person, but her mouth opened with difficulty, and she couldn't say anything.

She looked at the sand fox, and saw the three-tailed sand fox, like a poor little man who had been wronged, curled up and lying quietly on the sand.

"What's your name?" A nice voice sounded in Xin Xiaoyu's ears, and this voice also broke Xin Xiaoyu's contemplation.

"My name is Xin Xiaoyu!" I don't know why, Xin Xiaoyu felt that he felt very down-to-earth and stable in the face of this man.

That has been a habit of vigilance for I don't know how many years, in front of this person. It also dissipated in an instant.

Xin Xiaoyu felt that he seemed to have a lot to say to this person at this moment, his own grievances, his own difficulties, and his own qiē over the years.

Fang Ling looked at the tears in his eyes. The girl who cleaned herself up like a boy also felt a trace of pity in her heart.

Although he didn't know the situation of this girl, the position where Fang Ling jumped from Xin Xiaoyu and the resoluteness that stabbed at the three-tailed demon fox made Fang Ling feel a trace of heartfelt appreciation and liking for Xin Xiaoyu from his heart.

"Would you like to be my disciple?" Fang Ling took out a handkerchief from his small Qiankun bag and asked Xin Xiaoyu softly.

Xin Xiaoyu took the handkerchief and gently wiped his eyes. Then he agreed without thinking: "I do!"

Many years later, when Xin Xiaoyu recalled the situation when she saw her master, she had an indescribable emotion in her heart. How much of an impact it had on her life path.

Fang Ling looked at Xin Xiaoyu, his face was also bright, and he said softly, "Okay, from now on, you will be my disciple." ”

Xin Xiaoyu's qualifications are average, and for a monk, he has passed the best cultivation age. If you put it in the Immortal Cultivation Sect, even if you cry and beg, you may not be able to be taken in.

But here in Fang Ling. She became Fang Ling's personal disciple.

Qualifications, age, for Fang Ling, are not a problem, the disciple he needs is not a genius with qualifications and age.

He values it more. It is the mind of a disciple, like Xin Xiaoyu, who is not afraid of life and death. It's what he likes the most.

"Disciple Xin Xiaoyu, I have seen the master. "Golden sand. Xin Xiaoyu kowtowed seriously, and he officially met his master.

For Fang Ling, Xin Xiaoyu was not his first disciple, his first disciple was Fang De'an.

But looking at Xin Xiaoyu who knelt down, Fang Ling felt like a teacher for the first time. Although Fang De'an was his disciple, he accepted Fang De'an only because Fang De'an protected Xiaotong.

Even so, for Fang De'an, a disciple, Fang Ling gave him more of a name.

As for the cultivation matter, it is still up to Fang De'an to explore it by himself.

But for this Xin Xiaoyu who knelt down, Fang Ling had an abnormal feeling, he already had a plan in his heart at this time, that is, he must cultivate his disciple to be outstanding.

So he didn't support Xin Xiaoyu when she knelt down, but waited for her to kneel and bow three times and six times before he whispered: "Get up." ”

Looking at the disciple who was in rags and even his pants could hardly cover his calves, Fang Ling shook his head, if it was a male disciple, he couldn't say that Fang Ling could directly get a bucket of water and let him freshen up, but for this female disciple, Fang Ling could only shake his head.

It's still a child, but it's a girl after all.

The thought flashed in his heart, Fang Ling groaned slightly, and then patted his small Qiankun bag and took out the Wuyue True Formation Diagram.

Of course, the power of this array, Xin Xiaoyu can't use it yet, but there is a trace of Fang Ling's divine consciousness in it, Xin Xiaoyu can use this Wuyue True Formation Diagram without sacrificial refining, with the help of Fang Ling's divine sense.

Naturally, this exerts one-tenth of the power of the Wuyue True Formation Formation.

"For the teacher, there is a copy of the formation diagram here, I will give it to you first, and if you encounter any danger in the future, you will silently recite the name of the teacher, which has its own wonderful use. ”

The earthy yellow Wuyue True Formation Diagram gives people a simple and atmospheric feeling, although Xin Xiaoyu doesn't know much about magic weapons, he can also feel that this thing is very extraordinary.

As for the three-tailed sand fox, his eyes widened even more, and he looked at the Wuyue True Formation Formation in Xin Xiaoyu's hand with envy.

It has entered the ranks of demon beasts, and it is very sensitive to magic weapons, and at this time it already feels that the thing in Xin Xiaoyu's hand is a great magic weapon.

If only I could get one of these magic weapons.

It was precisely because of this that it looked at Fang Ling's gaze, and it also gave birth to a trace of awe.

Fang Ling looked at Xin Xiaoyu, who was cheering for the treasure map, and a trace of joy also rose in his heart, he pointed towards the sand fox and said, "Disciple, you said this evil obstacle, how should we deal with it?"

If it was some time ago, Xin Xiaoyu's first answer. She must have killed the sand fox, and then she brought back the meat and the corpse.

But now, after worshipping Fang Ling as a teacher, she felt as if she didn't have to worry about eating and drinking for the time being, she pursed her mouth and thought about it, and rolled her eyes and said, "Master." Today is a good day for you to take your disciples as disciples, and it's not good to kill this sand fox. ”

Shahu nodded desperately, and said in his heart that what this little girl said was too right, if I had known that she was such a good person, I shouldn't have the intention of killing her what I said just now.

"So the disciple thinks that this sand fox should be locked up. After fattening, the disciple will use its fur to make a scarf for you!"

The glimmer of gratitude that the sand fox had just raised disappeared in an instant. It turned out that it was raised and killed, so it was better to die now.

Fang Ling laughed, he pointed at the sand fox and said, "This little thing is also beautiful. and spared its life for the time being. ”

"In the future, you will worship my disciple as the master, as long as you serve well, I can help you take off this fox skin and turn into a human. But you also listen to me, and once I find out that you are unfaithful, I will send you into samsara, and you will never be reborn. ”

Fang Ling's words were peaceful and peaceful, as if he was talking about the simplest thing. But in the ears of the sand fox, it has an irresistible deterrent.

It felt as if a god was talking to it.

The sand fox nodded again and again. I was afraid that I would be unhappy if I promised slowly, so I nodded my head very quickly.

But at this time, Xin Xiaoyu pouted, no matter how she looked at it, she felt that the best use of the fur of this sand fox was to make a scarf for the master.

Scarves made of sand fox fur look the best, and they are warm and comfortable.

Her gaze made a trace of apprehension rise in Shahu's heart. The heart said that he was a little master, how could he feel unreliable!

Xin Xiaoyu's tribe. It is known as the Qingsha tribe, and the reason why it has such a title. This is because all sides of the tribe's residence are covered with blue sand.

Green sand is rare in this desert, and from a distance, it is a vast green field. The station of the Qingsha tribe is an oasis covering an area of thousands of acres.

From Xin Xiaoyu's mouth, Fang Ling knew that this Qingsha tribe was five or six hundred people, gathered in the vast desert.

Their main task every day is to try their best to fight with all kinds of animals in the desert in order to get a ration of their own.

In the desert, there may be some disaster, so the whole tribe, the more the middle of the oasis, the safer it is.

This dwelling inside and out also reflects a family's status in the tribe. Xin Xiaoyu's home is in a rotten house made of thatch and broken bricks on the west side of the oasis.

"Xiaoyu is back, this fox is good!" As Fang Ling and Xin Xiaoyu walked to the gate of the Qingsha tribe made of branches mixed with stones from somewhere, a sturdy man wearing animal skins and half of his chest greeted Xin Xiaoyu.

Xin Xiaoyu and the man seemed to be very familiar, and she said with a smile: "Uncle Qingyan, it's time for you to be on duty today, this fox was caught by my master, this is my master." ”

Looking at Xin Xiaoyu, who was showing off as an important person, Fang Ling smiled secretly in his heart, for a little girl like her, he was not a person worth boasting about!

That man had already set his eyes on Fang Ling, after all, as the guardian of the tribe, the focus of defense was those who were of unknown origin.

In this desert, there was not a stranger for half a year, and although Fang Ling couldn't see any danger, he was also the object of their vigilance.

"Distinguished guest, may I ask which tribe you belong to?" that Qingyan looked at Fang Ling carefully for a long time before he said in a deep voice.

Fang Ling smiled faintly and said, "I'm not from any tribe, but occasionally passing by here, I saw Xiaoyu accepting her as my disciple." ”

That Qingyan was about to ask again, but Fang Ling was no longer in the mood to talk to him any longer, and in the flash of his mind, he found that in this Qingyan tribe, there was actually a monk in the foundation building period.

"Come out and see me!" After saying these four words with his divine sense, Fang Ling began to look at the situation of the Qingsha tribe. (To be continued)