Chapter 111: Spiritual Park

Seeing that the old tree was still in front of the spirit, the next moment was actually stunned and the face spit. Xiao Hua was a little crying and screaming. He hurriedly advised: "Things are gone, you shouldn't be too sad, or go back and look forward to these geese." Goose beast, cure the wounds of the fire spirit beast!"
Xiao Hua’s words don’t matter, but it’s a resounding memory of the old tree. He can’t help but scream:
Speaking of the fire spirit beast, it’s not the fire-powered king who is a thousand knives. However, he wanted to be close to him. He actually wounded the fire spirit beast. This is almost a month. I can't help it. I don't have Yunmeng's golden silkworm, and the fire spirit beast is afraid that I can't live. !"
The old tree is more and more angry, and the dry figure is trembled rapidly. The white beard on the face of the illusion is also swaying with the wind.
"Golden Gnoum Pasta?" Xiao Hua listened, and did not feel the heart. In the night when he first entered the fairy world, he had encountered the fight between the Qingyun leopard beast and the ground raccoon. Xiao Hua Shi Zhanguang appeared, inadvertently A few feet in size, the things that are covered with the face of the golden silk are broken, and there is a sweet juice in the thing, which is very good for the healing of the spirit.
Thinking of this, Xiao Hua hurriedly took the thing out of the space and asked: "Older, what are you talking about?"
"Ah??" The old tree saw it, his face was ecstatic, and he screamed. A dry branch came out of him and suddenly took away the things in Xiaohua’s hand and said, "That is... thing!"
Seeing the old tree to grab, Xiao Hua knew that this is the golden worm, so he let the old tree fine take it away. At this time, he smiled slightly: "So the predecessors of this kind of thing to save the fire and beast, the younger brothers leave!"

"Oh..." The old tree saw Xiao Hua turned to leave, some rushed, another branch pulled out, pulled Xiaohua's arm and said, "Little friends are anxious."
"What else is there for the predecessors?" Xiao Hua turned his head and smiled slightly.
"No...nothing!" The old tree was stuttering and whispering. "Old... The old man just had some anxiety and asked Xiaoyou for understanding."
"Nothing, nothing!" Xiao Hua waved his hand and comforted him. "This thing is occasionally obtained by the younger generation. It is useless for the younger generation. The seniors can take the best to save the fire and beast. After all, it is also a life!"
The old tree Jing heard the eyes shining, and another branch pulled out, pulling Xiaohua another arm, and hurriedly said: "Small friends are very utter! Even if it is a beast, it is also a life! That... that , Xiaoyou, you come with me, I can't take your golden silk ghost face white, I will exchange it with you for the money crystal used by your Terran immortals."
"Oh, this is not necessary!" Xiao Hua refused. "Those money crystals are still reserved for the fire spirit beast!"
"That... then I have some eggs of the beasts, or do you pick one or two?" said the old tree, "I don't want to give these people a beast. I am also looking at the little friends." I will treat the beast and I will give it to you."
"The spirit of the beast?" Xiao Hua asked, whispered, "How do the predecessors know how to hatch the eggs?"
"Oh..." The old tree listened, and proudly said, "The whole Yuanling Mountain, all who know how to hatch the eggs, I said second, no one dares to say first!"
"Oh, that's all..." Xiao Hua smiled. "The younger generation went with their predecessors, and the younger generation really had one thing to ask the seniors to help!"
Knowing that I can help Xiao Hua, Lao Shujing is also very happy, saying: "Little friends, don't call the seniors, let me be busy!"
"Oh, huh..." Xiao Hua smiled. "So, the younger generation is better than being obedient!"
"Very good, very good!" Busy and very happy, took the golden silk noodles, and took Xiaohua to the cliff.
Busy and very impressed with Xiao Hua, while walking, said, just flew down the cliff, Xiao Hua already knows a lot of busy things. Busy is an old tree, not to mention, but this old tree is different from other spirits. He is a spirit that is obsessed with cultivation and sentimental landscapes. Busy and eager to like the beast, I usually see the injured, no one wants the beast, he will adopt, and also support some demon, built a home for them, called the beast park.
Xiao Hua flew down the cliff with the busyness, and the face was an abyss with more than 100,000 feet. Under the abyss, there was a gust of wind blowing, and the gust of wind blew, and Xiaohua’s unstable baby began to shake.
He was not aware of the busyness. He pointed to the stone wall in front of him and said: "This is the old man's beast park, please enter..."
After that, the busy spirits rushed into the air, Xiao Hua smiled and was preparing to go in. The old tree suddenly appeared on the rock wall with a big sneer: "Sorry, little friend, I forgot you are People, wait a moment..."
Xiao Hua listened and had to stop his body. After a while, on the smooth rock wall, a dead wood emerged. The dead wood blasted from the middle, and the layers of the annual ring bloomed from the inside out, but the number Interest, a quaint bamboo door condensed on the rock wall, "know" sounded, the bamboo door pushed away from the inside, an old man took a cane, stood at the door, smiled and said: "There are friends coming from afar, no Also said?"
For a moment, Xiao Hua was full of black lines, and did not know how to answer it. He did not expect that he would give him such a hand, but Xiao Hua thought a little and looked at the bamboo door and smiled: "A bamboo door Open in the mountains, the garden is full of wind and scent, no matter where you come from, the old is busy laughing and welcoming.
After Xiao Hua finished, he was busy, and he stared at Xiao Hua. A pair of yellow eyes turned sharply. It looked like two blisters. It was quite weird, half awkward, busy. Hesitantly asked: "Little friend, dare to ask you this poem, where it is, is... which sage is made? This...how is there a small poetry...the name of Xiao Ke?"
Xiao Hua smiled dumbly and pointed to his nose and replied: "The older generation is also poor, this younger generation has just improvised, not what the sages do!"
"What?" Busy and shocked, cried, "You...this... is this poem done by yourself? This...this is impossible!"
"Oh!" Xiao Hua waved his hand at random, and the small tail had already tilted up and said, "It’s just a poem, it’s really nothing."
Busy eyes flashed out and shot a few feet straight. He really regarded Xiao Hua as a man of heaven. When he stepped forward, there was a look of old and old, and he shook Xiaohua’s arm and shouted: "Sage, it is true that there are sages who can make poems in this world! I... I thought that all the poems in this world were passed down from ancient times..."
Look at this old tree that likes to keep the demon spirit and love poetry. Xiao Hua’s heart is really not a taste. The reason why the human race is a human race is not only the inheritance of flesh and blood, but also the inheritance of poetry painting and other races. On the continent of the Tibetan immortal, the cultivation of rituals, poetry and awe-inspiring ethics is the highlight of this inheritance. Looking at the mainland of Yilin, the Taoist strength is strong and Confucianism is three points, but in this respect it is also unsatisfactory. Nowadays, in the fairyland, an old tree that is not a human race actually regards the poetry of the Terran as a treasure, but the immortal as a human race only Put the cultivation in your heart and discard the essence of the human race.
However, this thought is just a flash, Xiao Hua smiled again: "What is Xiao Mou? This thought should belong to the Wenqu, how suddenly appeared in Xiao's mind?"

The predecessors praised...
Xiao Hua said humblely.
The poetry is one of the basic accomplishments of my human race. It’s nothing.

"Sages!" said busyly and categorically, "You don't want to call a small predecessor, in front of the sages, the small is the firefly in the moon, a predecessor, making small shame difficult!"

Predecessors are wrong again!
Xiao Hua replied.
In my human etiquette, the older ones are the predecessors, and the younger ones are the younger generations. What strength is it, sages, no relationship!

Busy and elegant atmosphere of people's etiquette ~EbookFREE.me~ Please Xiaohua entered the bamboo door.
Stepping into the bamboo door, the foreground of the eye changes again...
The sound of "嘎" was clear, and a crane-like demon spirit suddenly rushed over. He almost rushed to the head and waited for nothing. The crane-like demon spirit had already spread its wings and rushed into the busy I disappeared at the foot of my feet. However, in this turn, Xiao Hua has seen clearly that the wings of this crane-like demon are big and small.
"This little brave..." Busy and awkward. "It's just hurt, go out in a hurry, I'm afraid he will go out and make trouble..."
"Hey..." Busy 叟 has not been explained yet. The front of the head is like the side of the mountain wall. There is a sound of the beast, and the mountain wall vibrates. Some of the halo is flashing.
"Don't worry, don't worry..." Busy Xiaohua, a few steps flew over, as if he was as fond of his own children, said, "I will let you out..."
The dry branches of the busy arm looked forward, and the slightly faint blue luster fell on the stone wall. The cyan luster falls, a nearly wilted flower outline is born, and then a "beep" sound, the flower blooms, the stone wall disappears, and there are more than a dozen monsters in the shape of a green tiger. These monsters are rushing one by one. Come out and see Xiao Hua roaring with the roar!
"Small greens are not embarrassed!" Busy arms waved, light blue clouds to block these monsters, shouted in the mouth, "This is a veteran of the old man, can not be slow!"
"Oh..." A dozen green tiger monsters listened to this, immediately received a breath, and even the sound of screaming was too much.
"Go, go..." Busy and waved, and there was a thick cloud at the foot, saying, "Go to Satan, and come back soon!"
Looking at the clouds, a group of green tiger monsters were overjoyed, and they fell into it like the wind, disappearing.