Nan Xian: "..." And the medicinal herb brought in, was not given to him, but was given a thankless wretch that he had never seen before.

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became. He maintained a calm expression in front of the juniors and elders, but his fingertips bent slightly under his sleeves, and he secretly flicked the fox's forehead.

Normally, the little fox would have jumped up and kicked him.

Today, she was listless, and didn't respond to being bumped. She just buried her head down again, and inadvertently pushed him closer.

Nan Xian's second strike failed to pop out.He lowered his hand in silence, and gently smoothed the blood-stained hair.

Next to him, the little disciple was obviously a little ashamed when he heard the words of the elder commandment, and lowered his head.

Seeing his appearance, the Elder of Discipline sighed, and said with relief: "Demon cultivators are cruel by nature. If you let them wander around in the sect, the consequences will be immeasurable. You tell me your doubts, there is nothing wrong with that—OKI just scratched some of its fur when I scratched it. Now that I have tested it with a magic stone, it is just a normal spirit beast, and you have a rare fate, then..."

The elder precept originally wanted to say, since you are so destined, you should take it back and raise it.A good spirit beast will also be a great help to practice in the future.And in my impression, the little disciple in front of me is Jin Feng's first disciple, so giving him a spirit beast is not considered a waste.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the speech, the precept elder suddenly caught a glimpse of Nan Xian from the corner of his eye.

Nan Xian didn't seem to pay attention to what they were saying, just looked down at the fox intently, occasionally flipped the bloody hair gently, and checked the wound underneath... In short, he didn't intend to let go of the fox and hand it over to others.

"..." The precept elder couldn't compete with him, so he changed the subject and continued to say to the little disciple, "Hey, anyway, since it has been proved that it was a false alarm, let's forget about it. Go back and rest..Also, continue to look for the demon cultivator who got in, and don't let your guard down."

After a pause, he looked at Nan Xian again: "Then this fox..."

Nan Xian finally looked away from the fox and looked up at him.Then he pondered: "Although it has been tested, the matter of the demon cultivator is of great importance. In order to avoid mistakes, she will stay at my place for observation for a few days."

After speaking, he hugged the fox and walked away.

His disciple bowed slightly to the precept elder, and when he straightened up, he couldn't help but glared at the disciple, and left quickly.

...

Although Mu Bing was born as a mortal, he is extremely talented in his cultivation, he is hardworking and cautious, and has never made such a mistake in public.

He lowered his head with a red face, and did not see comforting or complicated gazes from all parties.

After all the people around him had left, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, left the hall, and Yu Jian left.

...

Nan Xian quickly returned to his own Obscure Peak, erected a barrier outside the hall, took the fox out of his arms, and gently placed it on the couch.

Along the way, the bloodstains had already been cleaned up, and medicine was sprinkled on the damaged parts.At this time, the wound that was healing was numb and itchy, but the fox curled up on the bed motionless, with his face buried in his paws, only his furry head was exposed, not like a living thing, but like a handful of furry ornaments.

Nan Xian reached out to ruffle her hair, but there was no response.

He pinched his ears and stroked his tail again.The fox's paw curled up for a while, but then quickly let go, still not moving.

"Ugh……"

Nan Xian sighed softly, sat down on the edge of the couch, picked up the little fox who was concentrating on himself and put it on his lap, then lifted his leg slightly, and the fox rolled into his arms like a slide.

This time finally reacted a bit.She got up in a daze, shook her head, and seemed to want to climb back on the bed again, but was held down by Nan Xian.After struggling twice, the fox simply lay still on its stomach.

Nan Xian touched her head, slightly lowered her fingertips, and touched a drop of warm tears.

The monster clan looks like a beast, but has a thinking that is not weaker than that of humans.She may have always thought that she was someone else's friend, but in the eyes of others, it was just a beast that should be killed by mistake for the sake of righteousness.

"Go to sleep." Nan Xian was silent for a long time, slowly caressing her somewhat dull white hair, a rare touch of tenderness in her voice, "Don't talk about a naive little guy like you, even a person who has lived for a long time,It’s also hard to find a bosom friend when making friends. It’s common for people to be unclear. You’re still young, so learn slowly in the future.”

He originally wanted to say something like "human monks are rubbish, stay away from now on", but in the end he didn't say anything.Nan Xian remembered this family of monsters, they seemed to be very close to humans by nature, especially fond of young children.Otherwise, when he got lost in the chaos, the foxes would not have kindly brought him back from the mass grave to raise him.

Changing her nature is difficult and painful, it is better to teach her to distinguish slowly.

...

What happened during the day made the little fox feel a little cold, but a warm hand kept stroking her back, and after an unknown amount of time, she actually fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, she couldn't sleep well. Xia Xiyue raised her nose and sniffed, then slowly opened one eye, and saw that the bed next to her was empty.

Stretching out his claws to pat it, the bed was still warm, as if he had just left.

Turning his head to look, he saw Nan Xian walking outside the hall.When he passed the door, he raised his hand and put on a robe, which was not the white that he likes to wear every day, but black.

"..." The little fox had never seen him dressed like that before, so he couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.She wanted to get up from the couch and quietly follow to have a look.

However, before he could stand up, a gentle wave of spiritual energy swayed outside the hall.Nan Xian's figure was wiped away by the night, and there was no one at the door in an instant.

"!"

The little fox jumped out of bed, limped to the door, and sniffed around the ground, but couldn't smell where the person had gone.

She whined twice, her paws stepping on the cold ground at night, feeling a little chilly.After sniffing for a while, the fox shuddered, and finally had no choice but to run back to the couch.

Jumped into bed, but couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning.A human bed is too big and too cold for such a small fox.

After hesitating for a long time, she moved her paws, slowly moved to the position where Nan Xian was lying just now, and put her furry head on it.

The breath left on the couch always makes people think of a shocking sword piercing the sky for no reason.Some scary, but also very warm.

The little fox struggled briefly between "stay away" and "stay", but was too tired after all, so he didn't move any more.Relying on that breath, she slowly closed her eyes, and her breath gradually became longer.

...

The fox is asleep.

Some people are sleepless tonight.

Mu Bing meditated in the room with his eyes closed, but his heart could not calm down.

Sometimes the quiet little fox flashed before his eyes, sometimes she was surrounded by the elders and others today, terrified and frightened, and finally it was a bloody mass lying in the cage.

He opened his eyes abruptly.

Looking at the empty quiet room, Mu Bing sighed helplessly, realizing that he might not be able to practice normally before his mind calmed down.

In front of his eyes, he couldn't help but reappeared the scene when he first met the little fox.

At that time, he was looking for spiritual mines in the mountains, and he accidentally saw a beautiful little white fox staring at the honeycomb on the tree, as if wanting to steal the honey inside.

Mu Bing looked at it, and remembered the dog he had raised in the village when he was a child. The dog was stung to death by a bee, so he stopped it, met those very spiritual eyes, and couldn't help saying a few wild words.The bees are amazing.

Originally, he was just talking and playing alone, but the fox seemed to be listening carefully, with his ears slightly turned towards him, and after listening, he actually nodded his head thoughtfully.

That look as if he understands it is too cute.After cultivating immortality for a long time, most of the people around him came from the family of immortals, and they didn't have many common topics with him. Mu Bing felt uncomfortable alone, so he simply told her the story of the mountain.

After that, one person and one fox often met each other, and every time the little fox would politely bring some spirit fruits from the mountains over.Then stuff the fruit to him, sit next to him, and listen to the story quietly.

Mu Bing looks over occasionally, and only feels that its attitude is miraculously between "innocent child" and "tolerant elder"—it is happy to listen to interesting things, and it patiently accompanies trivial things, even if the ears are alreadyShe looked away boredly and didn't seem to be listening seriously at all, but she never left him and ran away because she was not interested.

In the test of the fairy mountain a while ago, Mu Bing injured the root of the meridians, and even the master of the medicine peak who is good at medicine shook his head and said that he lacked the necessary medicinal materials and was helpless.

Originally, he had lost all hope, thinking that his career in cultivating immortals had come to an end.Unexpectedly, after the little fox found out that he was injured, he took a spiritual plant out of nowhere, tempered it with spiritual power, and cured him.

Mu Bing was faintly startled, and finally realized belatedly that this did not seem to be an ordinary snow fox.He went to the library to search for information, trying to clear up the confusion in his heart, and then accidentally found the classics related to the "monster clan".Almost every characteristic of them can be compared with the precocious little fox. Regarding the Yaozu, there is an emphatically marked warning: The Yaozu only practice magic skills.

In other words, as long as it is a demon clan, it must be a demon cultivator.

"..."

Suspicion grows like a weed once it takes hold.

Mu Bing felt cold, and gradually remembered other "coincidences": During the Immortal Mountain test, he was seriously injured by a crazy spirit beast. Before he passed out, he noticed that the beast had the breath of a demon cultivator., should be driven by the demon cultivator.

It is said that the other seriously injured disciples had similar experiences.In other words, no one has ever seen the true face of Moxiu.In addition, after so long, the search has been fruitless, and the demon cultivator seems to have disappeared out of thin air. Therefore, considering the events before and after, Mu Bing can't help but suspect: the demon cultivator may not be in human form, and he did not mix with his disciples like before.Among them, they were mixed with the spirit beasts in the mountains.

In addition, the location where he experienced was not on the edge of Xianzong, but the crazy spirit beast was able to bypass all kinds of blockades, and arrived there, it was like an inner ghost - now that I think about it, maybe the goal of the demon cultivator is in theAnother disciple seriously injured in the Immortal Mountain trial.That disciple had a prominent family background and was not easy to get close to, and Mu Bing, who was born as a mortal, might just be the anchor used by the demon cultivator to locate that disciple.It's just that the demon cultivator has some conscience, and for his unconscious "help", gave him a healing herb.

So after hesitating for a long time, Mu Bing finally gritted his teeth and told the elder that the fox might be a demon cultivator.

...

The night is as cool as water.

Thinking of the past, Mu Bing rubbed his forehead with a headache, and persuaded himself in a low voice: "A cultivator should be at odds with a demon. Even if he intends to side with it, if it is really a demon with evil thoughts, he will not know what to do in the future."How many disciples have been harmed... I, I can't be an accomplice of a demon cultivator. I did nothing wrong in this regard."

...And he just talked about his doubts about the little fox, and he didn't insist that it was a demon cultivator.

Now after the inspection, although the little fox suffered some injuries, after all, it did not hurt its vitals. On the contrary, it proved its innocence, and the matter can be regarded as a successful conclusion.

"It's almost wrong to blame it... After the lord finished observing, go to the little fox to apologize, and then find something it likes to eat."

Mu Bing thought of the recovery speed of the spirit beast, and sketched its lively appearance in his mind. His heart lightened, and he finally calmed down completely.

He will not delay his cultivation for anything, and this diligence is also the reason why he has been able to get to where he is today.

Mu Bing closed his eyes again, calmly.Just as he was about to look inside the loop, he suddenly sensed the sharp danger, and he felt a warning buzzing, his whole body trembled, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

Then was startled.

——At some point in front of him, there was a dark shadow.The man was wearing a black robe, with a dark silver mask on his face, his whole body was wrapped in turbid spiritual power, and his figure was indistinct.

But no matter how vague it is, this aura can never be wrong: there is no need to look up any classics, no need to make any inferences, as long as you are a cultivator, you can tell at a glance-this is a demon cultivator!

The cold-blooded violence and unscrupulousness of the demon cultivator have long been firmly engraved in the bones of every monk along with various rumors and evidence.

Mu Bing felt like being splashed head-on with a basin of ice water.He rarely panicked, wanted to stand up and draw his sword, and wanted to break the life card and ask the sect for help, but before he could do anything, an unspeakable force suddenly enveloped him.

He suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, his whole body was in severe pain, and he knelt down slowly on the ground, his throat let out bursts of painful neighing.

He thought that he would die in the next moment, but the death did not come for a long time, but there were bursts of severe pain like a knife in his meridians—there was an extremely large medicinal power wrapped there, and the medicine continued to warm his meridians,It will take a short time to fully recover.

But now, those medicinal powers are forcibly stripped, and even the part that has been integrated into the meridian but has not been completely assimilated is also forcibly torn out.

...The meridians he had finally repaired returned to their dilapidated appearance in the blink of an eye.

"Since you don't like things from the monster clan..." Someone said softly, the voice was cold, like the wings of a pitch-black bat flying past outside the house, "Then return them all."

He raised his hand and waved away the force of the medicine that had been forcibly pulled out.Then he looked at the man with a twisted and painful face opposite, raised his hand and threw a spell.

...

Not long after, a regretful incident spread among the younger generation of Yinxian sect.

The cultivation path of Jinfeng's first apprentice can be described as twists and turns: Mu Bing had just become the first disciple, but the demon cultivator attacked the mountain and unfortunately injured his meridians.

He thought that his career of cultivating immortals would stop here, but he was lucky enough to have an adventure and gradually improved.

A group of people are lamenting his good luck, but who knows that extreme joy begets sorrow—the latest news, heard that because Mu Bing regained his cultivation, he was excited and uncontrollable during the cultivation, and he was not very crazy, and the repaired meridians were broken again, and he became an unstoppable person.Negative teaching materials among Shaoxin disciples.

Others were also in a trance, went to various peaks to seek medicine to no avail, finally accepted the reality, bid farewell and went home.

...

The spirit bird dragged its long feathers, circled around the peaks, and finally landed lightly into Obscure Peak and landed on Nan Xian's hand.

Nan Xian listened to the news quietly, looking at the boundless blue outside the window, her mood didn't fluctuate too much.

He waved his hand to let go of the spirit bird, turned around and went back into the house.