Introduce the female ghost Haitang into Liwangtai's room, and let her have a good dream. Qinghuan boils the soup, feeling a little worried.

Mo Ze twisted his fat body and ran over: "Master, what are you doing? Why haven't you set off yet?"

Qing Huan stirred the soup with a long spoon, and then took a sip—the soup tasted by each ghost was different, because it was made from their emotions and blood and tears, Qing Huan tasted like White water, with a faint fishy smell. She put down the spoon and stared at the soup in a trance. After a long while, she woke up like a dream and answered Mo Ze's question: "How should I say, the female ghost Haitang wants to win the heart of the eminent monk Xuanji, but I don't want a monk to be moved. Although he has moved."

Mo Ze was amazed: "Master really has a heart of compassion!"

"...I don't think your words seem to be complimenting me?"

"Hehehe..." Mo Ze smiled, feeling guilty.

"But it doesn't matter, since this is her wish, I'll do it for her." Qing Huan stood up and stretched, "It's just that you got the monk's heart as a demon girl, little fat boy, let's go."

Mo Ze felt that he was struck by the thunder, the master just... what did he call him? Fatty? ! Is he that fat? ! Looking down at the protruding belly, Mo Ze almost burst into tears. Why didn't the master give him a handsome, suave and suave body and turn him into a child? So now that he even IQ is on par with a child... ah, he really wants to cry.

Because he killed Haitang by mistake, the eminent monk Xuan Ji fled into the deep mountains to practice asceticism. He had no intention of taking Haitang's life. The Buddha would not give up any demon in the world. As a monk, he wanted to save others from catastrophe, but he not only failed After saving Haitang, he accidentally killed her. After Haitang died, Xuan Ji had no news and was hidden in the mountains. It wasn't until the Demon Sect was about to move again that he appeared again.

Since then, Shaolin and the Demon Sect have been completely tied up, and they will never die. The demon sect lost the left guardian, and naturally someone needed to make up for it. The hairpin should have died at the age of one year, so it is not against the way of heaven.

But Qing Huan despised this name in her heart. They are not orthodox ethnic minorities. The natives of the Central Plains named their daughters hairpin flowers. Is the leader of the demon sect a waste of names? But there is an advantage to using the hairpin's body. Before this, Qing Huan had never been exposed to witchcraft, mainly because she didn't like bugs, but this time...there are so many things in the world waiting for her to go. Study little by little, just take it as an apology for using this name.

Hairpin Hua grew up in Miaojiang since she was a child, and her mother was the saint of Miaojiang. Speaking of which, this is another love story. The leader of the Central Plains swordsman fell in love with the saintess of Miao Jiang, but the two were unanimously opposed by everyone. Before he died, he passed the life Gu to his daughter who had just been born.

For Miao Jiang, he was not close, but he did not refuse, because she belonged to his wife's clan, so he even let his daughter stay there to be a saint until Zuo Hufa Haitang died and the hairpin was sixteen years old. Only repaired a book and asked her to come back to her side.

Qing Huan chose the time point after the death of Lady Hairpin. At that time, the hairpin was only three months old. Since then, she has stayed in Miaojiang to study witchcraft. In the Central Plains, she quietly waited for the event to happen. . Before Haitang died, she would not leave Miaojiang.

Anyway, it is supplemented by fulfilling his wish, and it is true that he wants to learn witchcraft. Mo Ze didn't understand the meaning of what she did. To know that in the realm of Qinghuan, there is no need to learn anything in this world. She can already exist side by side with the way of heaven. Will there be something like witchcraft or not? what matters?

With such a studious master, Mo Ze is naturally full of curiosity. Many times he also wondered, is the master a god or a fairy, a Buddha or a devil? But he couldn't get an answer either, he always felt that she was both, but neither was. Maybe it's because his realm is not enough, so he can't understand the existence of the master at all?

Time flies, Qing Huan spent nearly 16 years in Miaojiang, and can finally set off back to the Central Plains.

The hairpin's mother, the last saint, is a stern person, cold and frosty all the year round, except for her father, she has never had a moment's warmth towards anyone. The clansmen said that it was because the saintess practiced witchcraft and cut off the emotions and desires, so that was the case. If it wasn't for the appearance of the hairpin's father, the hairpin's mother would have become the best saint in history! Every time the great witches think about it, they can't help but sigh.

But Qing Huan eased their regrets, because she is more talented than her mother, a genius that is rare to see in a century! Not only that, the people are sweet and lovely, and the popularity is very good. She is obviously a noble saint, but when she gets along with the clan, she has no air at all, so she is very popular.

When Qing Huan received a letter from her father and was about to leave, the always serious witches all cried!

Although they have only been together for 16 years, Qing Huan likes this group of Miao people who are conservative but simple and amiable, especially when she leaves, the witch with the longest beard and the whitest hair secretly wipes her tears. Now, don't think she didn't see it.

Being with sincere people is what Qing Huan likes most. It would be great if everything in this world returned to its original state.

Ah, the most important thing is that she has to go back to the Demon Sect first to meet the hairpin's father, who is the leader of the sect, and come up with a name.

Maybe her dress is very strange, so as soon as she stepped into the realm of the Central Plains martial arts, she was stared at. There is no way, all the heroes of Jianghu are dressed in heroic posture, solemn and majestic, or immortal, but her long black hair is tied into a ponytail, she wears clothes with Miaojiang characteristics, and her hands and feet also wear a string of silver small Bell, as soon as you walk, the crisp sound is particularly noticeable.

She is very beautiful, with a high nose and deep eyes, her facial features are more three-dimensional and deeper than those of the Central Plains, and her skin is whiter, so she is more eye-catching.

And Qing Huan herself also pays great attention to this role. After walking on the street for a while, she suddenly laughed. She originally wanted to find an inn to stay in, but there were so many inns along the way that she didn't know which one to choose, but when she saw this one, she decided to stay there without saying a word.

Why are you asking? Because the name of this inn is "go out and hit the inn".

As soon as he stepped into the lobby, everyone's eyes came over, friendly, curious, evil, malicious, heavily guarded... In short, everything was there. Qing Huan seemed to be unaware, and the oncoming Xiao Er didn't seem to notice that she was dressed strangely and greeted warmly with professional ethics: "Is the girl a sharpshooter or a resident?"

"Of course you're staying in a hotel. Come and get me a room." She said with a smile.

Her smile was particularly cute and sweet, with a peculiar appeal, and the little Er smiled and replied: "Okay! Come to a good room and come to a room!"

Qing Huan stepped on the footsteps and followed behind Xiao Er, shaking gently with one hand, the crisp bell sounded crisply in the lobby. When she was leaving, the witch stuffed her with a lot of exotic flowers and herbs and jewelry. As soon as she entered the Central Plains, she found a pawn shop and pawned some of them. Now there is not much, just a lot of money. Only if you have money, you can live in a good guest room. Otherwise, you can only make do with the barren mountains.

She doesn't feel sorry for herself.

Bounced and followed Xiao Er to the room, and ordered a few more dishes for Xiao Er to deliver to the room. Qing Huan carefully took out a bamboo tube and poured out a soft, chubby and colorful one. small bug.

She really doesn't like bugs, but after 16 years, she's used to hating bugs, and after learning the art of witchcraft for a long time, she actually starts to think that these bugs are cute!

This little fat worm was accidentally discovered when she was collecting herbs, and she brought it back to hatch because it was fun. Who would have known such a fat thing would hatch. Most of the things in Miaojiang are highly poisonous, but the little fat worm is not poisonous at all. Not only is it not, it can restrain the strange poison in the world! Qing Huan had already tried it on it, this guy is not afraid of any poison, not even the Great Witch's Life Gu, and it doesn't know what it is. No one knew what it was called, so Qing Huan decided to name it Little Fat Bug.

Mo Ze, who heard the name, sneered twice. Could it be that he used the body of the hairpin, and the hairpin sheds the blood of the sect master, and even the master has become a waste of name?

The appearance of the little fat worm is a mystery, and Qing Huan has not seen anything similar to it over the years. I think it is the only one. But there are countless creatures in this world, who can guarantee that they can know them all?

And it's better to have less of the little things that defy the sky like the little fat worm. Rare is expensive, and more is worthless.

The little chubby worm eats everything, and his favorite is green cabbage. Sometimes Qing Huan thinks it is like a cabbage worm that has not fully evolved.

was feeding the little fat bug when suddenly, there was a commotion outside. Qing Huan curiously opened the door and exposed her head to see, it turned out to be a group of nuns in pink and white robes. don't know what kind of fabric the robe was, but it was very elegant and thin. A group of young nuns stood together. Although they were bald, they didn't violate the harmony because they wore a monk's hat. On the contrary, because of their youthful beauty, they are particularly attractive.

The inn is full of people from all corners of the world, and everyone has a love for beauty, especially this group of little nuns are all born with beautiful appearance and delicate body, can they not let them get excited? It's just that the middle-aged nun at the head looked cold, expressionless, and full of evil spirits, so no one dared to provoke her.

"Master, let's stay here for one night today, and let's go on our way tomorrow!" said a beautiful woman beside the middle-aged nun.

It's really a fate to meet each other for thousands of miles, isn't that the white moonlight in the heart of the eminent monk Xuan Ji!