Chapter 132:

Yuan Xiang'er, who finally invited the master back, explained the most important thing in her mind, and she was comfortable.
Since then, the small garden has blossomed, friends are full of friends, and under the trees under the grove, the black circle has been the favorite.
There is often wine in the cup, and two or three girlfriends enjoy the wonderful texts, whisper and smile knowingly.
Returning drunk, dreaming of the wolf river, warming the tent and fragrant, lightly breathing and frivolous.
Gathering together in the misogynistic house that day, Hydra sat on the ground and ate the roasted pigeon that Qingyuan had brought him. The nine mask-like faces are expressionless, and there is no joy or anger.
Qingyuan secretly rubbed his hands on the side, feeling unprecedented tension in his heart. He winked quietly. One of his disciples carried in a large pot of fried perilla frogs that had just been out of the pot. The tender and juicy frogs were placed in front of the snake, and golden vertical pupils appeared on the nine heads. The thick tail swept over and rolled the pot of frog in the middle of his body.
"If you are willing to come to Qingyijiao, you can eat these every day." Qingyuan said tentatively.
"Every... every day?" The nine faces lifted up together.
"Don't look like you haven't seen the world. They humans have to eat every day. I heard that there is more than one meal. Tsk, it's very troublesome." Old Qi reminded him of his friend's hopeless appearance.
Nine Snake's eyes lit up, and could no longer hold her back. "Do you really eat such frogs and birds every day?"
"Of course, more than that, we can also prepare roast leg of lamb, beef with sauce, braised pork knuckles, yellow braised chicken..."
"Make the bond, make it, make it now." The nimble snake monster moved to Qingyuan's side, still holding his frog basin in his hand, "What do you need me to do after the bond is made? I can fight very well. There is no demon who can beat me in the entire Sirius Mountain."
His four heads were talking to Qingyuan, and the remaining five heads looked around, for fear that Nan He would hear these bragging words.
Qingyuan got the first apostle who voluntarily made a bond with him, and was very excited.
Such a powerful monster does not need to be tracked for thousands of miles to fight to the death. He came to his martial arts calmly. None of the colleagues were injured or lost their lives for this. It was just a few more cooks and some money wasted, which was really a bargain.
The contract learned from Yuan Xiang'er had no ability to restrain the monsters, which was a difficult decision for Qingyuan. It also added a lot of trouble to him. He must be more careful to understand the temperament and habits of his new apostle, ready to defend and restrain the circle. In order to prevent the Hydra from going wild.
Anyway, taking the first step is always a good start, isn’t it?
"A major event happened two days ago. Have you heard of it?" Qingyuan sat down at the table and asked Yuan Xianger.
"what's up?"
"Miaodao, the master of Dongxuan Sect, led the apostles into the inner world and killed the Great Demon Tushan."
"Who are you talking about? Miao Dao?" Yuan Xianger thought he had heard it wrong. Not long ago, she saw Miao Dao's vitality severely wounded, almost to the point where she was exhausted.
Miao Dao hated Tushan all his life, but he did not dare to enter the last life to provoke this powerful demon king. In the final stage of his life, he was desperate for longevity, fighting to die and breaking the net, but actually killed his old enemy.
"Of course, Miao Dao didn't please him, but it was because the jade was burned. After that battle, no one saw Miao Dao again. I am afraid that his disciple Yun Xuan will take over as the head of Dong Xuan Sect. "Qing Yuan shook her head and sighed," My senior sister heard the news, so she was ready to go back to the hermitage, saying that she would seek opportunities for her breakthrough there, and probably didn't plan to come back again.
The curtain call of a generation has its own fresh life on the forefront of history.
In the uninhabited wilderness, the one-horned Haohan with golden pupil walks among the weeds and rocks. He carried a mutilated body on his back. It was not so much a person, but a corpse with a trace of breath still hanging.
"It turns out that it's not that I can't kill it. It's that I don't dare, I don't dare to fight with my own life." The weak tone sounded, muttering to myself, "It seems that I don't hate it that much. Maybe. What I have always hated is just my weak self."
Haohan didn't answer, but moved forward.
"I...have...have no power to control you, the others... have all run away, why are you still not leaving."
"As I said, we supervise soldiers and have always worshiped the strong. From the moment you defeated me, I promised to serve you as the master." Haohan galloped at his feet, "The master and the servant, the beginning and the end, I will give you one. Cheng."
Haohan ran a long way in the wilderness, and never heard any movement, when he thought that the person was dead.
A ridiculous voice came from behind, "God treats me not too badly after all. People like me, in the end, there is actually..."
What else, Miao Dao did not go on.
Haohan stopped near a human village. There was a huge old pear tree at the intersection. It hadn't known how many years it had been rooted here. Its branches were thick and knotted, but it was still very vigorous and full of pear blossoms. .
Hao Han asked, "Is this this place?"
"Yes... there is no pear tree, full of fruit, yellow fruit." Miao Dao's eyes can't see, and at this moment, he can't feel the spiritual power of the world anymore. Only complete darkness is left in his world.
"It's spring, how can there be fruits. There are only flowers, a tree with white flowers."
A faint fragrance of pear blossoms floated in the air.
Miao Dao seems to be back to the season of wind and wheat,
"Be happy, autumn is the harvest season."
The friend I met for the first time was sitting on the branch of the pear tree and handed over a yellow fruit,
Haohan heard a soft sigh behind him,
"I regret."
The pale pear blossom fell to the ground, and there was no sound from behind.
Haohan dug a pit under the pear tree and buried the dead body here.
...
Time flies, several spring breeze, the ancient pear tree always stands in place, seeing the gathering and scattering of the world, I am blooming and falling.
A beautiful lady from Qingwan walked under the tree with a bamboo basket on her back, and a young girl with Zhaohua Zhengsheng followed her.
"Mr. Yun, Mr. Yuan Xiao. Go home." The farmer working in the field straightened up and said hello.
These two are neighbors who have recently moved to their village.
They bought an abandoned roof ridge, and somehow they cleaned it up, and they quickly renovated it to be beautiful and wild. Many large trees have even been transplanted in the courtyard. One of the banyan branches is luxuriant and the pavilion is the most eye-catching. There are many guests coming and going, and the courtyard is lively and noisy.
The two have a gentle temperament and get along well. The young one is even a practicing alchemist. Although young, he has strong mana and exorcism. Zhu Yu is very good at 13 subjects, and the fees are mostly symbolic. People in the village like to come to find her with some headaches. Not long ago, he had just cured his youngest son’s night sickness.
The farmer broke a few corn cobs from the field, put them into Yun Niang's basket, and ran away with a red face.
Looking at the curled back figure slowly away, he touched the sweat on his forehead, "Mr. Yuan Xiao is so young, how can he think he is a fairy-like figure, a piece of water is given down, and my dog's egg has been crying for many years. Look. You can't accept her."
The old farmer who was in the field with him straightened his back and squinted his eyes for a while, "Speaking of a fairy-like person. There used to be one in our village."
"Listen to my grandfather's generation. When I was young, my grandfather told me that there was a fairy in the village, and he and her wife lived here for many years. To ward off evil spirits, solve problems, and protect the safety of the other side. For many years. Nowadays, there are still people enshrining the longevity ranking of their couple."
"Oh, yes, that wife's name also seems to have a cloud character."
...
Yuan Xiang'er held Yun Niang's hand and passed by the pear tree with sparse fruits.
"I haven't walked this road yet, Madam, what a big pear tree."
Girls inevitably have a love for beauty. These years, she has said or done her best, and after all her efforts, she has replaced a Zhanyan Dan from the hands of the trusted head of the Qing First Sect. Keep youthful appearance forever. When a person looks young, his heart is also young. Looking at the little fruits from afar, I played a little bit and wanted to go up the tree to pick them.
"Really, how old you are, and you are the same as your master." Yun Niang looked at the pear tree and remembered the past. "We used to live here many years ago. At that time, your master liked it the most. Climbing this pear tree. After all, this tree is older now, and it doesn’t bear as many fruits as it did in the past.

Both Yunniang and Yuan Xiang'er both have beauty techniques, so they are not suitable for living in one place for a long time. After ten or twenty years, when you can't hide it, you will always move the entire courtyard and live in another place. Fortunately, Yuan Xianger has already figured out the magical use of the small world of the stone table. Every time he moves, he can put everything he wants to take away from the courtyard into the mustard space of the stone table. Moving up is not that troublesome.
"Hey, why is there a tomb under the tree." Yun Niang pushed aside the grass, and a dilapidated tombstone buried by weeds appeared in the messy long grass. She was startled, "Whose tomb is it? How to connect words. Nothing? I'm alone, it looks pitiful."
Yunniang pulled out some weeds, took out a small pot of Qiuyuebai from the bamboo blue that she had just bought at the market, and placed it in front of the stele, "I'll give this to you."
She stood up and greeted Yuan Xiang'er, "Go back, Axiang. Aren't they coming home today? Go back early and prepare something delicious."
Yuan Xiang'er seemed to have seen something, staring at the shadow under the pear tree for a while, before reluctantly following, "Hey, here comes the teacher."
At midnight, everything is silent, the time of souls.
Yuan Xianger quietly returned to this tree.
Behind the lonely grave full of wild grass, a dim figure stood in the shadow.
The eye socket was hollow, the right arm was severed, and the whole body was wounded.
Just like the national teacher who died ten years ago.
"So long has passed, what can't be forgotten? What are you still doing here?" Yuan Xianger said to the remnant soul behind the old tree.
A dull and cold voice came from the darkness in a low voice,
"A sinful person like me, even if he enters the cycle of reincarnation, he will only have the fate of being driven into the animal realm. He is a slave and slave, and is driven by others. What's more interesting, it is better to slowly dissipate in the world."
"So you know that what you did is a sin?" Yuan Xianger said lightly. "My mother once told me that if a person makes a mistake, he should bear the result of his own cause."
The shadows in the darkness remained silent for a long time, "Follow the talk, life and death disappeared, and started over. There is no memory of the past, I am no longer me, so why bother to be a man or an animal?
Yuan Xianger took the Linglong golden ball from her arms, "If you want to leave, I can give you a ride."
"Where are you... Master?"
"Although the master is not very good, he is still alive, and there is still a glimmer of hope in life."
The broken ghost moved slightly in the night breeze for half a step, and then slowly backed away, "If this is the case, then it will be a burden."
The Death Curse was accompanied by a bell sound, and it resounded in the night of the village.
A faint glow of fireflies through the dense branches and leaves of the pear tree, bid farewell to the scattered fruits on the branches, and fly away.
Back to the house, Nan He woke up long ago.
Yuan Xiang'er sat down by the bed and unfolded a page of paper that he had just jotted down, "I met the remnant soul of Miao Dao, and he gave me this."
"What is it?" Nan He poked his head out of the warm tent.
"The formula for refining the eternal pill."
Nan He's eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly took the small note and looked at it.
"It doesn't work, I've seen it." Yuan Xianger got into Nan He's warm arms, "First of all, this medicine is hard to find in the world. It needs the most pure and perfect, powerful spiritual power, and has been tempered through thousands of times."
"The ancestor of the three monarchs transformed the ascending spirit of the robbery, and my master is in the golden pill that is washed in the spiritual cave."
"Miao Dao is so contradictory. While he hates my master, he also thinks that my master is the most pure and good person."
"Where to find such a thing, don't think about it." She put her arms around Nan He as much as possible and said happily, dividing his heart, "I was so cold after going out for a long time, so I changed my tail to cover it."
The handsome man put his most sensitive tail in her hand.
"Master can't break life and death, nor can the magical way break. There are a few people in this world who can sit and watch the life of their most cherished person. Sometimes I am fortunate that it is not me who left first, so you don't have to leave you alone. Facing such an unbearable moment." Nan He's thin hot lips gently bit Yuan Xiang'er's cold ear, "But Axiang, you don't have to worry about me, as long as it is your reincarnation, no matter what you become, whether you are a human , Whether the personality is different, the appearance is different, I will find you and fall in love with each of you again."
"Just rest assured and live your life. Let me do other things."
Yuan Xiang'er put his head against the front of his Yue Xiong, preventing him from seeing his wet eye sockets, and slammed the silver tail that gradually faded.
Suddenly, in the hibiscus tent, musk spit out fragrance,
Whispering lightly, vying for the day and night, even freely.