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The animals in the world of cultivation are roughly divided into three categories.
One type is ordinary beasts that have no cultivation at all and are born, old, sick and die like mortals; the other type is spiritual beasts that have developed spiritual power through cultivation and are like real cultivators, with cultivation and can cultivate into human form if they break through to the realm of god transformation; There is also a kind of monster that seeks to bring disaster to others and enters the Tao through killing.
For Lord Lingxiao, the second type of spiritual beasts are docile and well-behaved, rarely attack humans, and are not enough to be feared.
So, that afternoon, Ling Xiao drove his apprentice to the back mountain.
"Catch that white fox for me, master." Ling Xiao was leaning on the couch with a cup of spiritual tea in his hand, and ordered Qin General to leave the road slowly. "Catch it and bring it to me before dark today."
When Qin General Li heard the words, he respectfully agreed and was about to retreat.
"Wait a minute." Ling Xiao said. The next moment, he casually took off his Sumeru mustard seeds, threw them forward, and fell into Qin Jiangli's hands.
"If you are missing something, just take it from inside." Ling Xiao said.
To him, this mustard seed is just a tattered toy, and it is only natural to give it to his apprentice.
However, for the original owner Ling Xiao, these "two taels of rags" were the majority of her property.
After all, she is just a disciple of the head of the sect, and there is no comparison with the Lord of the Continent.
Qin Jiangli took the mustard seed off guard, his expression froze for a moment.
"Leave such a precious storage mustard to yourselfwhat is this woman testing herself for?"
"Master, this disciple is scared." He knew that there must be no good in it, and maybe he would be given the reputation of stealing Master's belongings. He picked up the mustard seeds with both hands and handed them back to Ling Xiao. "That's just a foundation-building spirit beast, it doesn't need to be a master"
Ling Xiao clicked his tongue.
"Just take it if it's given to you." He frowned.
"If he hadn't been in this special period and was extremely poor, he wouldn't have rewarded his apprentice with such despicable rags. But now that he is no longer the Lord, and is hampered by others, this is all he can offer.
He himself took out a bunch of unsightly things to reward others, but they refused to accept them. This made Lord Lingxiao feel very embarrassed.
"You get angry when you lose face. This is His Highness's code of conduct."
"Get your things and go quickly." Ling Xiao frowned. "If I don't go back before dark today, I will kneel in the yard all night."
Qin Jiangli had no choice but to retreat.
The back of the young man is tall and slender, especially since this man has a life that has been through many hardships. From a distance, he seems to have a certain tenacity that cannot be destroyed by wind, frost, rain, or snow.
Ling Xiao looked at his back walking out of his cave and was caught off guard, with a smile on his lips.
The orange cat, who had never seen his host smile like this, was particularly surprised: "Host?"
Ling Xiao slowly picked up the spirit tea and said: "Nothing, I just suddenly felt that it is quite interesting to educate a little waste like this."
The next moment, his expression suddenly turned ugly and he put the tea cup back on the table.
"Where did you get the tea?" he said. "It tastes so bad."
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Qin Jiangli took the mustard seed that was still warm and walked all the way to the back mountain of the sect.
This back mountain is a continuous mountain range, which separates more than ten mountain ranges of Xuanzong of Qing Dynasty from the outside world. This mountain range is at least more than ten miles long, with complex terrain and lush vegetation.
For those high-level monks who can fly with swords, these ten miles are naturally no problem. But for Qin Jiangli, who had just built a foundation and could only rely on his legs to go anywhere, finding a small thing in this mountain range was undoubtedly like looking for a needle in a haystack.
It would undoubtedly be extremely difficult for him to catch the white fox before dark.
" However, Lord Lingxiao, who built a foundation at the age of eight or nine, and relied solely on his sword to travel after the age of twelve or thirteen, naturally did not know the difficulties involved. For him, catching a fox in the mountains was easy. He gave Qin Jiangli a whole afternoon, which was too much time.
There are a few flying charms in his mustard seeds, which can be used by monks who don't know how to wield a sword. But Qin Jiangli was very thoughtful and was especially wary of Ling Xiao. Whenever Ling Xiao makes any move, to him it's like alerting someone in the grass, and he has to work hard to deal with it.
Therefore, Qin Jiangli walked silently into the mountains without using his mustard seeds.
Qin Jiangli's heart was filled with huge waves. Today, Ling Xiao handed the mustard seeds to him.He said: "Even you don't like me. Even if you become my defeated general, you still don't want to surrender to a dirty and despicable person like me, right?"
As he spoke, he knelt down, put an elbow on his knee, and asked with a smile: "You don't want to ask a bastard with five spiritual roots to capture you, do you?"
The next moment, without using any spiritual power, he grabbed the white fox by the scruff of its neck and lifted it up. The white fox was stunned for a moment, then bit Qin Jiangli's wrist.
Qin Jiangli's wrist was bleeding, but he seemed unaware.
"Yes, you are born in this world, so you are right to think so." He smiled. "Five spiritual roots, pure Yang body, mixed blood of Tao and demon, it is original sin."
The white spirit fox struggled, but Qin Jiangli's men gradually tightened their movements.
"You don't know how much I want to kill you." Qin Jiangli looked at it, as if he was holding Ling Xiao in front of him. There was a smile on his lips and he gritted his teeth coldly. "But I can't kill him."
Yes, the source of all his hatred lies here.
In every life, Ling Xiao trampled on him wantonly, and everyone in the world could humiliate him at will. But in the end, it was himself who was wrong, and those people were all the embodiment of justice.
Life after life, like reincarnation, he was bullied and punished by the world. Repeated countless times, like atonement.
How ridiculous.
At this moment, there was a snap and a book fell from Linghu¡¯s body.
Immediately, Linghu wailed in grievance, stared at the book, and stopped struggling.
Qin Jiangli's expression paused.
Just when he bent down to pick up the book, a voice rang.
"Who is in front of you! He actually stole Fairy Feixue's spirit fox, and you didn't even let me take him down!"
Qin Jiangli moved away and hid the book under his feet.
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