Fantasy: My green plum is actually the heroine

Outside the city, Fan Yunmo soon left the dense forest after waking up from the dilapidated temple, looking for a nearby town to find a place to stay.

Along the way, the little fox has been closely following behind him.

Fan Yunmo looked back at the little fox who wanted to go with him, waved his hand in an attempt to drive him away, and now he had been driven out of the house, although he didn't know the situation, but the "asking order" hanging on his waist had explained everything to him.

At this moment, Fan Yunmo was extremely regretful, instead of that, he might as well not want this token, although it was a victory for the exchange meeting, but he might as well not want it.

The "Asking Dao Order" allows a person to go to the four major sects at will to learn any exercises and methods, in addition to other righteous path sects, it is also possible, but in the past, those who held this order would choose to go to the four major sects, and over time they forgot that in fact, any righteous path sect can go.

"So, is Master letting me practice, or is it going to the other three major sects to learn art?" Fan Yunmo scratched his head in confusion, it was also a pit, who would send people away when they were asleep, I am afraid that only his own master.

Seeing that the little fox continued to follow, Fan Yunmo immediately waved his hand and said

, "Go and go, don't follow me,

go back to your forest and go home."

Little Fox: "...............," He wanted to say that his home was gone, but he couldn't speak.

It can only be "chirped" a few times.

However, Fan Yunmo ignored the little fox, after all, he remembered that demons can transform into shape, and bringing Yan Xueli back to the sect made Master feel dissatisfied, if he brought another demon that could transform into shape, wouldn't it be a disaster?

The little fox sat in place, looking at his hurried back with a lost expression, his snow-white hair was the only color he had in the world, like a precious lake in the desert.

There is a lot of traffic.

When he was about to enter the city gate, Fan Yunmo thought that the little fox had left, and quietly glanced back, but found that he was still sitting obediently in place, and a pair of dazzling eyes were stupidly looking at his departing back.

And the monks around the little fox, the greedy eyes have said it all, ready to strike at any time, the blood of the demon can draw formations, the bones can be refined into medicine, and the skin can be sold at a high price to make a fluff bib......... It can be said that the whole body is full of treasures.

Fan Yunmo looked at him like a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, silent for a moment, shook his head helplessly, and slightly diffused the coercion to the cultivators around the little fox who wanted to make a move.

A vigorous breath was like a heavy demon Yue suppressing them, their chests were tight and short of breath, their faces changed greatly in an instant, and they were immediately at ease, and the eyes looking at Fan Yunmo also changed from previous hesitation to fear.

The most feared thing for scattered cultivators is to meet a cultivator with a background, and there is no doubt that the first moment they saw Fan Yunmo's clothes, they could see that he was a disciple of a certain sect who went down the mountain to practice, and his identity must not be simple, so they did not dare to make a rash move easily.

As long as Fan Yunmo left, then the little fox would inevitably become the prey under their sword.

Seeing this, Fan Yunmo, who couldn't bear it, sighed lightly, and there was no way to take him, and beckoned to the little fox not far away and said, "Come here." When

the little fox heard this not far away, his expression of loss instantly dissipated, and his petite body immediately opened his legs and rushed towards him with a happy face.

When he came to his feet, the little fox climbed on his shoulder with ease, making Fan Yunmo a little disgusted:

"Eh, your feet are not dirty, just climb on me."

"Tweet?"

Fan Yunmo didn't understand, but still asked, "Why do you have to follow me?"

The little fox: "Squeak..." For

some reason, his "squeak" Fan Yunmo inexplicably understood, and said suspiciously: "You mean, Master asked you to follow me?" The

little fox's diminutive body was just enough to lie on his shoulders, the necklace hanging around his neck was shining for a short time, and the fox's tail shook from side to side and nodded at him.

But as soon as he thought of Bai Wanning walking towards him with a sword, his tail suddenly pickled.

One person and one fox walked into the prosperous town together, only the scattered cultivators behind them looked at each other, and finally they could only return to calm, and some were unwilling, but they could only curse on the lips: "Damn the second generation of Xiu!" "

...........

The streets in the city are crowded with people, all kinds of people are busy shouting, and the stalls selling are different, the scenery of the ancient capital is beautiful and fascinating, without losing the grace, holding up the Qiong Lou............

Fan Yunmo walked straight to an unpretentious inn without hesitation, as for the palatial inn not far away, it was completely not something he could afford to live in now.

Fortunately, Master stored a lot of new clothes in the ring, otherwise he would have to wear his sleeping clothes to the street.

"Treasurer, ask for a herringbone room."

The treasurer's humble smile was very amiable, and after a curious glance at the snow-white fox on his shoulder, he smiled and said, "Okay little brother." When

Fan Yunmo wanted to pay for it, Zhihai searched for a while in the ring, but found that the master did not leave ordinary money for himself, and was stunned for a moment, and then squatted down, reached out and groped in his cloud boots for a while, only to find the only pocket money on his body.

The little fox jumped off his shoulder and watched him rummage through his puzzled tilted head.

Fan Yunmo smiled and said to the little fox: "It's good that I have the habit of hiding pocket money, otherwise you and I will have to sleep on the street tonight." After

finding a place to stay, Fan Yunmo walked around this city, and there were only spirit stones in the ring, which made him distressed for a while, after all, in mortal dust, spirit stones are completely worthless, and they cannot be exchanged, which is very outrageous.

Mansion.

This is an ancient wooden building, called "Killing Hall", carved beams and painted wooden beams, the whole outside of the building looks magnificent, but it does not lose the ancient charm, the people who enter and exit from the wooden building are scattered monks, and a copper-colored token engraved with the word "copper" is hung on the waist.

Fan Yunmo looked up outside the building, and had to say that it was very ancient and beautiful, and when he put away his eyes and wanted to enter, two tall and strong men at the door of the building blocked his way.

After he unhurriedly took out the Yunling Sect disciple identity token, the expressions of the two changed slightly, from the contempt that went first to high awe, and even contained a little jealousy, and hurriedly retreated.

Although the Killing Hall does things to kill people, the targets are all extremely evil people, or the evil demons, and completing the task can give the scattered cultivators enough resources to cultivate, which is one of the indispensable major forces in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.

"Little friend, are you on the wrong path?"

The enchanting woman in black robes who was waiting for the guests saw the young Fan Yunmo and was surprised: "How can you come here alone?" Fan

Yunmo glanced at her speechlessly, it was obvious that it was a newcomer, and did not wait for the black-robed woman to ask more, walked to a counter with his own care, and received many casual eyes on the way, while looking at him, he unabashedly coveted the little fox on his shoulder.

There was even one person who had already walked towards Fan Yunmo, but was quickly dragged back by his companion.

"Hey! Are you crazy, those who dare to come to the Killing Hall alone are either two-sleeved Qingfeng disciples, or sect disciples with strong backgrounds. The companion grabbed him and whispered: "It is obvious that this kid is the latter, if you dare to attack him, I am afraid that you will not meet the sun the next day!" The

man who was carried away by greed heard his companion's words, and in an instant he sobered up a lot, and he narrowed his eyes with luck.

..........

It's night.

The streets are poignant.

It was late to return from the Killing Hall, and although there were many scattered cultivators who coveted themselves, they never dared to make a move, and even in the darker night, no one dared to ambush themselves.

To tell the truth, there are still many people who have brains, at least they will not want to kill people and seize treasures without brains, and Fan Yunmo also got some news about Yan Xueli in the Killing Hall, although it is very wasted spirit stones, but at least the news is useful.

"Hundred ghost faces and ghosts, the people who hunted down Sister Xue Li..."

He looked up at the moon with an uncertain look.

Go back to the guest room.

Fan Yunmo, who was ready to go to bed, was already lying comfortably on the bed, and the little fox naturally climbed onto the bed, curled up on the left side of his pillow, but was carried by Fan Yunmo by the back of his neck, staring deeply into his brilliant eyes, and asked:

"You shouldn't be able to take shape, right?"

Fan Yunmo didn't want to be pressed under him early in the morning until his whole body ached.

When Yan Xueli was still in Taoyuan Peak, he deeply realized what it was to be tormented every minute and every second.

"Tweet?"

Seeing the little fox's ignorant appearance, Fan Yunmo didn't know why the master arranged him at his side, what else could he do except dry food and eat his own food, and look more cute to knead?

Seeing that the exchange was fruitless, he let him down with a light sigh: "Forget it, whatever you want."

The little fox blinked, leaned close to his face and rubbed, and then curled up next to his pillow with peace of mind, Fan Yunmo lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling in a daze, and he fell asleep for a long time.

Next.

Fan Yunmo's face felt a heaviness, and when he opened his eyes in confusion, it was still dark, and when he was confused, he slowly got up, and the little fox fell off his face and fell comfortably onto the soft futon.

The little fox has never taken shape, and is still petite and lovely.

He stretched out for a new day.

After a simple washing meal, Fan Yunmo took the little fox to the tentatively confirmed destination: Yumiaozong.

As one of the four great sects, the Jade Miaozong can be said to be unique, but it is reasonable, and the Yuhua Sect is indispensable in the cultivation world, which is equivalent to the place where customs are indispensable for mortal dust.

Although he didn't want to come here, after all, he was one of the four great sects, so he should be a little reserved to himself..................

The Jade Miaozong was not far from the city where they rested, as long as it was more than a few hundred miles away, and Fan Yunmo flew with the little fox imperial sword and could quickly arrive in less than half an hour.

Xuanyin Valley, outside the Yumiao Sect, there is a dense forest hidden between the Xuanyin Valley, which is a natural place of communication.

Not long after landing, Fan Yunmo heard the enthusiastic applause in the depths of the dense forest, which was refreshing.

The turbulent sea of clouds is like a flood, making people dare not slack.

The little fox heard a strange movement, and immediately jumped into the grass to hear the sound and search, Fan Yunmo opened his mouth to call out to him: "Don't run around!" "

Unfortunately, the little fox has gone into the grass and disappeared.

Not long after, when he returned, Fan Yunmo had covered his ears and walked forward, silently saying in his heart:

'The heart is clear as a mirror, and life is relaxed'

The little fox did not eat privately after returning, but dragged him to the exchange site.

"Wait, where are you going? Let me follow you? "

The bushes move away.

The three of them looked at each other, and they didn't know what they were doing.

Fan Yunmo looked awkwardly at the man who was restrained and emaciated, and the more beautiful female disciple of the Yumiao Sect and said, "That... Both of you, you go on, just because I haven't been here. He

took the back of the little fox's neck and turned and ran, leaving only the birds soaring in the cold wind to suffer the cold, and could no longer be interested.

Instead, the female disciple of the Yuhua Sect licked her lips, recognized him, sank her dantian, and shouted to the sky: "Sisters, come quickly!" The junior disciple of the Yunling Sect has come to our Yuhua Sect! "

In an instant, the birds and beasts were shocked, and the wind was gusting!

Hear a deafening shout that resounded through the sky.

Remembering his previous decision, Fan Yunmo regretted it, but he didn't expect that Senior Sister Yuhua was unreserved, and he could only desperately flee from here now.

'Hope escapes.....'

The little fox hooked his paws around his clothes and fluttered in the wind.

...........

At the same time.

It's dark here.

Yan Xueli's hand holding the sword increased by a few points, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, and his breath was dying, but he was overbearing.

Indifferent eyes cut off a sword!

The dying hundred ghosts on the ground were unwilling, but they could only watch the sword fall, and their lips moved: "I'm waiting for you below..."

Finally died with hatred........

Yan Xueli faltered, Frost's delicate face was a little more haggard, supporting his weak body with his sword, and his blue eyes slowly raised the corpse in the pool of blood, his expression was calm with a little pride.

She put away her blood-stained sword and turned to walk alone in the cold wind.

However, a few days passed.

Almost all the catchers of the Killing Hall got the information, all of which was the news that the "Red Ink Girl" had been seriously injured, thinking that she had countless heavy treasures, and for a while the scattered cultivator catcher of the Killing Hall poured out.