Fox Demon Cultivation Manual

The young man is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with white skin and jade, his eyebrows are like ink, his bright eyes are half open, revealing the meaning of laziness.

At first glance, it looks like a very handsome young man. If you look closely, the charm between the eyebrows and eyes is very similar to that of Uncle Rong.

"Why stand at the door?" The boy said, his voice was a lot younger, but he could hear it when he heard it.

Song Ci came back to this, walked in and took out the roast chicken and put it on the table, with some caution in his tone, "Master Rong, why do you become like this?"

Rong Bai glanced at him and seemed too lazy to explain.

In the end, Wen Changchu was a bit afraid of Rong Bai. He stood at a distance and said, "Are you stupid? If you want to enter Moyaomen, you can only be admitted as a disciple, and this kind of Xiuxianmen faction is accepted It ’s a little younger, like your age, no one wants to go in for mess. ”

"Yo, you can really speak." Song Ci gave him a cool look and raised his hands around his neck. "Stand so far to do something, come and sit over."

Wen Changchu stubbed his neck secretly to compete with Song Ci, but he was dragged away like a white day, and he was forced to press him on the chair, beside him was the whiteness of drinking tea slowly.

Rong Bai's face is not a sloppy expression, but most of the time he looks lazy, just like he just woke up, and only when he talks to people there is a fluctuation in his face.

When there was no expression on the face, the rare kindness disappeared.

Wen Changchu thought to himself that this mortal had some skill in his hands, but he didn't want to go against him.

So as soon as the buttocks touched the stool, they immediately stood up and slipped into a gray-haired wolf cub.

Like Song Ci thought, Rong Bai didn't even care who this young boy appeared suddenly, and didn't even bother to ask a question.

Song Ci sat down opposite Rong Bai and said, "Uncle Rong, are you really going to worship Moyao?"

Rong Bai nodded lightly. "If you want to go in, this is the only way."

"So ..." Song Ci asked tentatively, "What should I do?"

If, as Wen Changchu said, he would n’t have to send in the mess this year, wouldn't he have to wait for the appearance at the foot of the mountain?

That won't work!

Rong Bai glanced at him, his beautiful eyes turned into the waves of Wen's favor, and said to him, "You put your hand out."

He didn't know why, so obediently extended his hand, and saw Rong Bai stretch out his index finger, and gently touched his palm.

The softness and warmth of his fingertips were stuck in the palms of the icy palms, and a weak force poured in, fainted inside his body, and walked through the limbs and bones.

Song Ci never felt this way, as if he had smoothed his meridians, and was extremely comfortable. Before he had time to grasp that power, Rong Bai suddenly pulled his fingers back.

Immediately afterwards, he found that his body was becoming smaller, his palms were becoming immature, and his clothes were shrinking. After a few blinks of effort, he turned into a teenager.

He happily got down from the chair, turned around a few times, and found that he was quite short. He took out a delicate bronze mirror from his arms, and took a picture from left to right.

It is just like the eleven or twelve-year-old looks, eyes are round and big, and the skin can be broken if blown by bullets, so delicate for a while that it is not clear whether it is a boy or girl.

Wen Changchu was so pleased to see him that he couldn't help but whispered two times: He also carried a mirror with him, which was so beautiful!

Song Ci couldn't understand his embarrassment, so he didn't say anything nice when he wanted to come, so he ignored him, took the mirror back in his arms, and thanked Rongbai right away.

Rong Bai is still not salty, "Nothing."

Song Ci pushed a handful of roast chicken on the table, and charmingly said, "This roast chicken is for you. You taste it."

Uncle Rong, drinking tea in the form of an old dragon bell, glanced at the roast chicken, as if he did not show appetite, and smiled, "No."

Put down the tea cup and turn to stand, want to soften to the bed again.

Song Ci found that the uncle liked sleeping very much. When he first saw him with his eyes open, he also yawned one after another. His face was always lazy, and he rarely saw his spirit.

Could anyone be drowsy?

While thinking about it, he picked up the roast chicken and scooped it up by himself. Wen Changchu, who was in the corner, smelled the scent when he moved his nose, and came over to jump on the table, wanting to share with him.

Song Ci felt that he couldn't finish eating, so he generously gave him more than half, and the two who had eaten the rice had burned out another roast chicken.

After eating, Wen Changchu lay on one side and smoothed his hair, while Song Ci washed his hands and took off his coat and went into the bedding.

After nightfall, the entire city of Breath is quiet and fades away the lively skin of the day. Against the backdrop of a candle light, the ancient city has a hazy beauty.

The two wolf, sleeping in a room extremely harmonious.

Wen Changchu opened his light-colored eyes and looked around to confirm that there were no abnormalities. Then he wrapped his front paws with his fluffy tail and closed his eyes to rest.

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The Moyao School once flew over the immortals. Very old people know that this is true, but the centuries of rumors have accumulated. Moyao Xianmen has also become an irreplaceable Xiumen school. A bit of a relationship is enough to make the neighbors praise the envy, let alone send their children to Xianmen.

How many people look forward to wearing the apprentice once every 20 years, those who have passed their age, hate that they are not born at the right time.

Anyone who looks east knows that whoever enters Moyao Xianmen is the ancestor's grave.

Therefore, in these two months of trials, there are a lot of money that can throw money, trust that can trust the relationship, and people who cram their heads and stuff people.

Early in the morning when Shifeng opened the mountain, the people who came up the mountain lined up a long line and looked at it densely.

Song Cida glanced to the east, the sun had just appeared.

It was still hazy, but the people who went up the mountain were all beaten with chicken blood, and everyone's face was written with bright excitement.

He noticed that there were all kinds of people in the big team going up the mountain, rich children carried by the sedan, poor people in burlap, and even middle-aged people with thick waists that looked like butchers. Is a rushing scholar, or a priest dressed in a robe.

Everything from young to old.

Song Ci snuggled up to Rong Bai's side and bit his ear, "Uncle Rong, what's going on? Didn't you say you won't accept it when you're too old?"

Rong Baichao glanced sideways and said warmly, "It's a chance, they always have to try."

Feelings are looking forward to hitting the pie falling from the sky ...

Song Cixin said that what is good about Moyao Xianmen is that they are fierce people. What they say to help justice is in fact good or bad.

If it wasn't for following Rong Bai, he wouldn't want to come to such a place!

The morning dawn had not completely faded away, and there were layers of white mist entangled with Shifeng. The more you went up, the more you felt the cool wind drilling into your clothes.

Song Ci is not afraid of the cold because of the demonization, but there are many lame people around, and even some people turn around halfway.

After an hour and a half, Song Ci and other talents saw the line of the team. The three were not impatient and followed the line, moving a little step later.

When I arrived at the registration office, the sky was already bright, and the sun sprinkled away the white mist around the peaks, bringing warmth to the people.

Directly in front of it is a huge white pillar door, which is five feet wide. You must lift your head to see the top, which is quite atmospheric.

Two meandering dragons are twined around the thick pillars. Looking up the dragon body, you can see that the two magnificent dragons intersect at the top. The mouth is biting the same transparent, larger than the basin Orb.

Under the sun, the ball faintly glowed blue.

"What's your name?" Suddenly an uncivil question suddenly interrupted Song Ci's journey. He turned around and saw that the disciple Mo Yao in blue was staring at Rong Bai.

Xu Shi recorded too many people, and his expression was a little impatient at this time.

At this moment, the person in front of him also asked Song Ci, but his tone was too gentle. "What's your name? Where does your family live?"

Song Ci separated his ears, watching the movement next to him, and quickly responded, "My surname is Song, I leave, and I live in Puyang City."

"I also live in Puyang City, and he is a neighbor." Wen Changchu pointed at Song Ci casually.

Song Ci: "..." This place was casually spoken by him.

On the one hand, Rong Bai didn't care about this young disciple very much. After reporting his name and residence, when asked about the number of people in the family, he paused a little.

Who knew that because of this pause, the disciple shook his face, "Don't you even know a couple of people in the family? No one at this age would follow, so wouldn't it be an orphan? You don't know the clothes you stole Come or grab it. I do n’t accept people who have misbehaved. Go down the mountain. ”

"Master, don't be like this." This strange yin and yang tone has completely caught the attention of the people around him. The disciples who registered for Song Ci are obviously a good temper, so they calmed down and calmed down.

To Rong Baida, "You come to me, I will register you."

"I'm not wrong. Brother, you have to be a good man again. You can collect any cats and dogs in it, and then you will be scolded by the master." This person obviously has a long-standing grudge, and it must be that he has not dealt with it in the morning. Little rogue will have such a big temper.

However, Song Ci didn't want to be considerate of him at all, only felt that his chance to perform was coming, so he took Rong Bai a step back and said to the disciple, "I don't think it's a big deal, you can go into Moyao, what's a cat and a dog Can't enter? "

"You!" The disciple blushed around his neck and immediately threw the pen, "You are so brave!"

"How? I didn't say anything wrong." Song Ci innocently spread his hands. "You must have cultivated for a long time, otherwise how do you look decent? If you don't speak, I really think you are a person!" "

"Well! I don't know if it's a wild species from the ravine. How dare you talk to me like that!" The disciple was not ordinary and shouted at Song Ci, "I'll be good for your father and mother today Lessons you! "

He said that his hands were copied under the table, and his hand was about to be lifted, but at this time Rong Bai suddenly stretched out a hand and pressed it gently on the table. The disciple Moyao lifted it without shaking.

Staring angrily, he met those beautiful and cool eyes.

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