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"Hiss"
Su Zhizhi rubbed her painful ankle. She was too careless.
Just now, she hit the mountain barrier while flying with her sword and fell from a height of several hundred meters. As a monk, she has a strong body and spiritual protection, but it was still very painful to be caught off guard and fall.
She squeezed the long-tailed bird in her hand tightly, and it was just to catch this guy that she fell down.
She looked at the long-tailed bird and sneered: "If I let you run away, you will still be caught by me."
The long-tailed sparrow chirped.
It was the size of a palm and had plump feathers. Su Zhizhi made an indentation on its neck, exposing her green-white fingertips.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????:??????? The soup made by this bird is very full of spiritual power. The monks don¡¯t need to eat, but eating this kind of food only has advantages and no disadvantages.
As for why he went to the old forest in the back mountain to catch long-tailed sparrows, Su Zhizhi thought, it was all a senior sister¡¯s fault.
A few months ago, a senior sister approached Gu Ting in every possible way. After Su Zhizhi found out, the senior sister pretended that she was doing good for Gu Ting, and also said that Su Zhizhi was narrow-minded and did not want others to be kind to Gu Ting.
At that time, Su Zhizhi asked her: "Is it possible that I should pat the place next to you, call you sister, and welcome you to join my family?"
The senior sister was still dissatisfied after being criticized, so she secretly wanted to make soup for Gu Ting, which made Su Zhizhi get angry.
Who is Gu Ting? He is the chief disciple of Liuyun Sect, and Su Zhizhi is marrying well, no, he is a legitimate Taoist companion.
She, a Taoist monk, hasn¡¯t done anything yet. Is it someone else¡¯s turn to care about Gu Ting?
Su Zhizhi couldn't bear this tone. She was just making soup. As long as she was good enough to Gu Ting, those people would have no excuse.
So she came to catch the bird.
The problem now is that she can't get up.
"This is a mountain crevice, with dead ends in front and behind. The only way out is to go up. However, her ability to fly with a sword is limited, otherwise she wouldn't have hit the barrier just now.
" Moreover, in order to show her sincerity, she prepared all the ingredients for the soup herself. Even if she came to catch the long-tailed sparrow, her guards would not know.
Nowadays, in this place where birds don¡¯t poop, the sky is really not working and the earth is not responding.
Having no other choice, she looked up at the mountain several hundred meters high and used her spiritual power to control the sword.
After trying three or four times, when she almost dropped the sword again, the long-tailed sparrow whose fate was blocked by her let out a mocking cry: "Chirp, chirp, chirp~"
Su Zhizhi was upset, pinched the long-tailed bird hard, and said sadly: "Shut up, please."
Suddenly, the long-tailed bird stopped chirping and stared with black bean-like eyes. A childish voice came out of its mouth: "Then don't pinch me."
Su Zhizhi: "?"
What the hell, it can actually talk?
Su Zhizhi subconsciously asked: "Have you become a demon?" Animals can only speak to humans when they become demons.
The long-tailed sparrow chirped its beak, rolled its eyes, fluttered its feathers, and said, "Yes, I'm so cute, are you still willing to eat me?"
Su Zhizhi was keenly aware that the long-tailed bird had become very strange, not like a demon, but like its soul had been replaced.
She raised her eyebrows, sat down cross-legged, and said, "It's better if you become a monster. I caught you to make soup. You are a psychic long-tailed sparrow, and the soup made from the stew will be more spiritually powerful."
It immediately changed its mind: "No, I'm not a monster."
She was so busy that she held her cheek with one hand to see how it would be performed.
The long-tailed sparrow turned his head to look at her, and said earnestly: "Actually, I am the incarnation of the god. I have the ability to destroy illusions and predict the future."
Su Zhizhi: ""
If this bird is the incarnation of a god, then she is the incarnation of a god.
Su Zhizhi exposed it without mercy: "You are so powerful, will you be caught in my hands?"
The little bird¡¯s feathers exploded: ¡°It was an accident, I just possessed the bird, otherwise you wouldn¡¯t have caught me!¡±
As if eager to prove himself, the long-tailed bird's eyes lit up red, a gust of wind blew up from all directions, and Su Zhizhi was suddenly lifted up by a force of strength.
The wind carried her, which was easier than flying with a sword. In the blink of an eye, she was back on the cliff.
It raised its voice: "Look, I'm taking you away. You should trust me now, right?"
Su Zhizhi stepped on the ground and stamped her feet. Thanks to it, she didn¡¯t have to wait at the bottom of the cliff.
Although there are some tricks, the long-tailed bird doesn't run away and wants to help her. It's either a stupid white bird or a scheming bird. What does it want to do?
The long-tailed bird seemed to see her doubts and said, "I want to"Staring at the person in the picture, the cup of soup she stewed for him was placed on the table.
Just looking, Gu Ting stood up, he opened the lid and picked up the soup.
The porcelain cup of excellent texture complemented his hand perfectly.
She thought he was going to drink it, so she was inexplicably excited. She held her breath, but she saw Gu Ting slowly walking to the green potted plant in front of the window, pouring all the soup she had stewed with great effort into it.
There was the sound of gurgling soup.
Su Zhizhi stared closely at his movements.
Every moment, hundreds of spiritual stones and medicinal materials are lost.
It¡¯s also the loss of Su Zhizhi¡¯s hard work.
The bone bird was finally proud. It smiled mercilessly: "He seems to love potted plants more, hahahaha!"
Su Zhizhi: ""
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