Fantasy: I, The Salted Fish Will Become Stronger

Beigong Linglong's mind soon showed images of her childhood, although she was born in a secluded Sect.

Because they are concubines who give birth to daughters, they don't have to worry about food and clothing at home, and they don't know how to supervise them.

The children of the direct line began to practice cultivation early.

Most of the teachings at home are etiquette poems and songs.

What she likes most is writing poems and painting, and expressing her love between mountains and rivers.

At that time, she had a smile on her face every day, until she was picked up by an expert from Wangqing Palace when she was twelve years old and brought back to Wangqing Palace.

Her life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Looking at the innocent, romantic, childlike girl in my memory.

Beigong Linglong couldn't help but have a thought in her mind - that is me in the ordinary world.

She kept recalling herself at that time, and at the same time, the breath on her body was constantly changing.

The innate aloofness slowly faded away.

After a long time.

Beigong Linglong slowly opened her own eyes, as if she had changed into a different person.

In the past, she was like a fallen fairy, resigned from the world and independent.

But now Beigong Linglong is like an ordinary girl, pure and beautiful.

Seeing this scene, Bai Xianchu froze in place.

What happened just now?

She has lived for thousands of years, and has seen countless foxes transform.

But they all became more and more powerful. Like the fairy sister in front of her, this was the first time she saw her transform from a fairy to a mortal.

What kind of perseverance and what kind of path is this, is it right?

"Thank you, Qin Hao."

"Aunt Long'er, it's all here now, do you still call me Qin Hao?"

Qin Hao couldn't help joking.

Beigong Linglong was taken aback for a moment, the corners of her mouth raised slightly: "Xiaohao?"

"No, your master calls you that, I have to change my name, Hao Little Brother?"

hiss……

When Qin Hao heard this title, he felt like being called Little Brother.

A bold thought came to my mind, and said, "Aunt Long'er, can you use the Onee-san pronunciation?"

? ? ?

Three big question marks appeared on Beigong Linglong's head, and she looked at Qin Hao inexplicably.

Bai Xianchu was also stunned, what is the sound of Onee-san?

Qin Hao deliberately leaned into Aunt Long'er's ear, and whispered, "It's the voice you usually speak in, that's the Onee-san voice."

Beigong Linglong felt the hot air blowing from Qin Hao's ears, and couldn't help but feel a little itchy in her ears, and her heartbeat also inexplicably accelerated a little.

"Hao Little Brother..."

"That's the voice."

Qin Hao said excitedly.

Beigong Linglong rolled her eyes at Qin Hao, as if she would never think about it, but seeing Qin Hao's unprecedentedly excited expression, she was also faintly excited.

Bai Xianchu suddenly felt full.

I'm just a Fox Spirit, I did something wrong, why are you doing this to me.

"Aunt Long'er, what do you want to do tomorrow? I'll accompany you."

Qin Hao strikes while the iron is hot, and the relationship between the two has finally improved. Naturally, he will not miss this opportunity.

"It's been a long time since I wrote poetry. Let's go out in a carriage tomorrow?"

Beigong Linglong has decided to fully integrate into the world, so she can go back to her former self.

"no problem."

Qin Hao said copying poems, I am the best at it, bah, things about scholars, can it be called copying?

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the next day.

A carriage drove out of the Qin family mansion slowly.

Xiao Hua was driving the car, and Qin Hao and Bei Gong Linglong were sitting in the car.

Beigong Linglong was still holding the loveless little white fox in her arms.

Faced with this terrifying woman, Bai Xianchu chose to be an ordinary little fox.

If you can't beat it again and again, let her fiddle with it.

At least he can heal his wounds quietly.

Let's talk about other things after the injury is healed.

The carriage did not bump at all on the rugged mountain road, after all, Qin Hao had transformed the carriage with formation.

For Qin Hao, comfort always comes first, and nothing else matters.

The carriage quickly drove out of Dashan Village and headed towards the mountains.

At the same time, on top of a mountain outside Dashan Village.

A monk sitting in Lotus Position on a stone with ring scars on his head slowly opened his eyes.

This monk is none other than Fa Hai, the eminent monk who hunted down Bai Xianchu a few days ago.

After being dismissed by the strong man in Dashan Village, the stubborn Fa Hai sensed that the strong man had no intention of continuing to chase and kill himself.

He chose to recuperate in the nearby mountains. When chasing and killing the white fox, Fahai deliberately kept an eye out and imprinted a tracking seal on the white fox.

As long as the white fox is still alive, the seal will not dissipate.

Just now Fahai felt that the seal was out of the sphere of influence of that peerless powerhouse and was approaching the mountain where he was.

how can that be?

The poor monk had clearly cut off her eight tails, even if the white fox survived, it was impossible for her to recover so quickly!

Fahai decided to go and investigate in person.

After a while.

Fa Hai appeared outside a quiet grove, and he heard someone talking in the forest from a distance.

Listening to the voice, it seems that there are quite a few people. Could it be that Fox Demon still has accomplices?

He searched for the place where the sound came from, as the sound got closer and closer.

A poem with elegant artistic conception came to his ears.

"Words enter Qingsongling, the road chases Qingxi water.

There will be thousands of turns with the mountains, and there will be no interesting journeys.

The sound is noisy in the stone, and the color is quiet in the deep pine.

Ripples and water chestnuts, and clear and clear reeds.

My heart is already idle, Qing Chuan Dan is like this.

Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over. "

After hearing this sentence, Fa Hai couldn't help but blurted out: "Good poem, Your Excellency recited a good poem."

When everyone in the forest clearing heard this, they all looked in the direction of the sound.

Qin Hao, who just wrote the pen, shouted in his heart: Fuck, who is peeping in the dark?

He took a closer look and saw a big bald man holding a golden Zen staff slowly walking out of the forest.

That big bald head doesn't look very old, but his whole body gives people a sharp feeling.

He doesn't have the perception of Buddhism like a monk at all. Could it be that he is a fake monk?

"Great monk, do you also know how to recite poetry?"

Beigong Linglong didn't show any expression fluctuations on the face of the monk who came suddenly. She just glanced at it and continued to look at the calligraphy and painting in Qin Hao's hand.

And Bai Xianchu, curled up in Beigong Linglong's arms, trembled involuntarily when he saw this evil monk.

Burying his own head into Beigong Linglong's arm, he kept muttering in his heart: "You can't see me, you can't see me."

"Amitabha."

Fa Hai performed a Buddhist ceremony towards Qin Hao. In the forest, he could tell with his eyes that the people in front of him were all mortals, and the hostility in his heart disappeared instantly.

"The poor monk also studied for several years before he became a monk. He heard the young master reciting poems in the forest just now. He was shocked by Deva and couldn't help but come out to disturb him. I hope the young master will forgive me."

Qin Hao smiled slightly when he heard the words, and extended the invitation: "It's okay, it's fate to meet each other. If Master is interested, how about writing a poem too?"

"Amitabha!"

Fa Hai said politely: "Young Master, I would like to thank the poor monk for your kindness. The poor monk came here to tell the young master a major event that is at stake with your life."