The Little Matchmaker of the Fox Demon: The Master of Tushan

Tu Shan Honghong stared at the young man's clear eyes, and for some reason, for a moment, this sentence seemed to be true.

"Stop talking about these things, Bai Qiye, are you ready to deal with the revenge of the weasel clan?" "

Ahem, Sister Honghong, I was about to tell you about this." Is there a spirit sword in the Tushan arsenal, the kind that has been treasured for many years. Bai Qiye asked directly.

Instead of looking for the whereabouts of the [Tushan Sword] alone, it is better to directly ask the owner of Tushan. For nearly a thousand years, Tu Shan Honghong should know Tu Shan well, right?

"Spirit Sword, I see that there is no spiritual energy surging on your body, but the golden pupils are very strange,

and even I can't see through it." I don't use a sword, I really can't teach you, but the Tushan arsenal should have the sword secret book collected by Yaya, and I will notify Rong Rong to send it to you tomorrow."

"Sister Honghong, I have another reluctant request, I want to ask you to be a sparring partner." Bai Qiye was heartbroken and said loudly.

"Oh, please let me be a sparring partner!" Hong Yi picked her beautiful eyes lightly, and her eyebrows stretched. It's really a bear heart leopard gall.

"Ask me to be a sparring partner, first of all, you must be able to move, and then your fists and feet are eyeless, my claws pass, you don't have more holes in your body, and you will leak all over your body when you drink water!"

"One punch down, the most you can do is kneel on the ground..." Bai Qiye teased.

"I'm on my knees?" asked Tu Shanhong.

"Kneel on the ground and beg me not to die..."

"Bai Qiye, your strength still has a lot of room for improvement, wait until you really have the ability to change this world, before that, what you have to do is survive. See you tomorrow!" The

red coat stepped out of the cliff and floated in the air, the mountain wind blowing, and the clothes flew over. Behind him is a bright moon, bright as a jade disk.

Between the moonlight and the snow, the person in front of you should be the third color.

Bai Qiye looked at the figure that was gradually moving away, and suddenly the ghost shouted:

"Good night!"

The corners of the red clothes lips were slightly upturned, and the eyes were replaced by a coldness, a seeping chill, put on the claws of insulation, and turned northwest.

The moon is dark and windy, and it is the night of the killing.

.........

When I returned to the kitchen, the soup pot of chicken essence was almost cooked. The young man who wanted to rest suddenly couldn't help but think of the sentence:

"Bai Qiye, your strength still has a lot of room for improvement. "When did the Tushan Demon Emperor become so tactful?

Touching the thin arms and legs, it seems that he is indeed extremely weak, and he has to accept the fact that he is a thin dog.

Fortunately, in the past few days, I was bitter about Ye's life, and I accidentally found that Ye was able to restore physical strength.

If you can successfully fool Tu Shan Rong Rong to cut the bitter love tree, then the bitter love leaf should not have to worry about it in the future. As for the present, the great enemy is current, he can't care whether he owes debts or not, and he has the problem of immorality, and puts down the matter at hand. Carrying a snakeskin bag, he rushed towards the Holy Tree of Bitterness.

On the way back, Bai Qiye felt that the task of collecting leaves under the tree at the end of the month should be assigned to the six-handed blue devil master.

Without it, six hands are not wrong, but six hands can be six bags at a time.

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Boil water in a hot pan, blanch the oily green bitter leaves for three minutes, and remove the control water. When the oil is hot, add celery, peppercorn and ginger slices, garlic star anise, fennel onion, nutmeg tangerine peel...

Skim out the miscellaneous material and pour the oil out and seal it. Stir in bitter leaves, aged vinegar light soy sauce, shredded chili and ginger, a spoonful of piping hot cooking oil poured on, a sound, green smoke rises, and the aroma is overflowing.

Bai Qiye squatted on the ground, his back against the wall, picked up his chopsticks, held the porcelain plate in one hand, and pulled it desperately. After eating, a stream of heat traveled around, and the fatigue gradually dissipated, and the eyes were bright.

After shaving for half an hour, there were wooden swords of different sizes scattered on the ground, and they were not satisfied! Finally, next to the stove, I picked up the black burning stick.

The start was cold, six pounds and two two just took advantage of the hand, Bai Qiye brandished the burning stick, ready to start practicing from the most basic sword drawing.

The left hand is held weakly, the horizontal sword is in front, the thumb moves slightly, and the right arm exerts force to twist the wrist.

With a "bang" (artificially dubbed), the fire stick is unsheathed.

Repeatedly, until the middle of the moon, when his clothes were soaked, his arms were numb, and his legs were difficult to support, Bai Qiye cooled down again and practiced again.

"Ugh" 1001....

"Ugh" 1072....

"Ugh" 1569....

"Ugh" 2999....

It wasn't until the moon sank that the boy was finally dazzled, collapsed to the ground, and fell into a deep sleep.

.........

When Tu Shanrong came, he saw the boy who fell to the ground, huffing and sleeping, snoring like thunder, and left. On the way, I happened to meet three demons who went to work, hooking up their shoulders.

In the cold glance of Tu Shan's second leader, after the three demons pushed each other, they lined up the mountain in an orderly manner.

"After a while, Bai Qiye woke up and reminded him not to forget the Body Forging Technique!" The

three demons were sincerely terrified, and said "Yes" again and again.

.........

Seeing that Bai Qiye was sleeping, the three demons couldn't bear to disturb, this is probably the stove fire that took care of last night, and I couldn't help but admire it in my heart, what a fight!

Between Tushan Susu did not appear for two days, the human-faced lion cut a huge branch and planted it on the edge of the cliff, tying elastic demon spider silk. The two demons joined forces, pulled the rope strings, and the six-handed blue devil turned into a long rainbow as he wished, and began a new day's cause of catching the sea.

The human-faced lion carried an axe and picked a handful of roadside wildflowers in his hand.

Nope! Flowers. Run towards the depths of the forest.

The ring-haired big pink monster scratched his ears and cheeks, and with a clever move, he drew stick figures with charcoal in the open space of the kitchen, took out a manual, pointed it in the right direction, and shrunk into a ball and rolled down the mountain.

.........

When Bai Qiye woke up, he was startled, and the ground was full of villain images, crooked mouth and nose miserable, no human look. Fortunately, the abacus held in the villain's arms is only a few strokes, but it is vivid, giving people a sense of oppression that owes a huge amount of money.

If Tu Shan Rong saw this, I am afraid that he would never turn over.

The mop was dipped in water, and he wiped it the ground, and after a while, his back ached, more tired than pulling out a fire stick for a night, this three demons who were beaten by a thousand cuts!

What is more difficult is that the black charcoal of Qinggang wood, the charcoal powder is delicate, and it is more condensed when it meets water, and when the sun is on the third pole, looking at the last two paintings left on the ground, the young man wiped a handful of sweat.

Victory is at hand. Sister Rong Rong, Ancestor Rong Rong, don't come here!

......

"Bai Qiye, what are you doing?" "

I...!" Tu

Shanrongrong stepped forward quickly, grabbed the mop, and the villain on the ground appeared, and the girl slowly took out the abacus and compared the painting on the ground.

"White, seven, night, isn't it, you, painted!" The majestic demon qi spread out, stirring up dust.

"Sister Rong Rong, I really didn't draw it, you listen to me explain!" "

It's not you who painted it, so what do you wipe?" Tu Shan Rong Rong scanned the week, hundreds of dark ink shadows on the ground, and shouted angrily:

"Look at the palm!"