Love your pet egg

Eleven had a rare dream.

In the dream, he had just transformed into a human form not long ago, but he was not wearing his own red clothes, but a blue and white Taoist robe, with light blue dragon patterns embroidered on the sleeves and corners of the robe. He never remembered that he had ever had such a robe. look like.

He was less than three feet tall, with two long horns pierced, and he stumbled and ran behind a man.

The man was tall and slender, walking slowly in front with his hands behind his back, a small bell was dangling in his palm, the sound of the bell was clear and melodious, he stared at the little bell, like a little donkey running forward while being hung by a carrot, Staring helplessly, she shouted childishly:

"Brother, brother..."

The man turned around, with a handsome face, tall and straight like jade, looking at him with a gentle smile in his eyes, squatting in front of him and smiling helplessly:

"How many times have I taught you to call my uncle, but your master heard it and punished you again!"

He opened his mouth and squeaked for a long time, but he still only called him brother.

The man was shaking a bell in front of his eyes, the bell was shining golden, and the man smiled brightly: "Like this?"

"En!" He nodded emphatically, and stretched out his short arms to reach the bell.

But the man avoided his hand and coaxed him in a gentle voice: "I can't give you this thing right now. When you are older, successful in cultivation, and able to hold this magic weapon, my uncle will give it to you."

He looked at the young man squatting in front of him who was much taller than him, standing on tiptoe, a little anxious, and didn't know when he would grow up:

"To...grow up..."

"No hurry," the man touched the little horn on his head, and said with a smile, "Changlan will grow up, and he will be as tall as his brother in the future."

"Junior Brother Jiang," came a clear and faint voice from behind, he turned his head, and two people walked up the long steps at the end of the passage, one with sharp eyebrows and unkind eyes, the other gentle and elegant, with a smile on his face, the latter said disapprovingly Shaking his head, "You teach Chang Lan to speak indiscriminately again, how can the seniority in the family be trifling."

The man didn't try to defend himself, he stood up straight, and cupped his hands: "Senior Brother Yun, Senior Brother Lin."

"Don't dare," the sharp-eyed young man snorted softly, "You are now the Palace Master's direct disciple, the first disciple of Yunji Palace, I can't afford to be called 'Senior Brother'."

"Seniority in the family can't be a joke," the man casually threw out the words he just received, and said coolly, "A senior is a senior, there is no right or wrong, only worthy or not."

"you!"

Qingfeng's long sword came out of its sheath, and the bell in the man's hand spun rapidly. The two golden objects buzzed in mid-air, and the air froze instantly, as if holding a cold and sharp blade. He was so frightened. I burst into tears.

The bell suddenly fell on the palm of the man, and the rumbling sound just now seemed to be just an illusion. The man put his palm down and touched his head:

"Chang Lan, don't be afraid, Uncle Master doesn't fight." His tone was as gentle as water, and he was completely different from the murderous look just now.

"Chang Lan, come here," the gentle man waved to him, "Go back to the palace as a teacher."

He raised his head, looked left and right between the two men, and finally walked slowly to the side of the gentle man, holding the hem of the man's clothes and following the same steps, but still turned his head and kept looking around.

The man looked at him with unconcealable disappointment in his eyes.

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In the middle of the night, everyone was awakened by strange noises.

The sound of sobbing seemed to come from the deepest part of the sky, rumbling and exploding around everyone's eardrums, with earth-shattering echoes, long and dull whistling sounds like weeping, dragging a long cry from all directions Coming, revealing the meaning of eternal sadness.

Eleven had a weird dream that had no beginning and no end, so he was startled by the sound. He listened carefully, jumped up from the ground, opened the door and ran out.

Yun Shu and Lin Xuan were already standing in the courtyard, looking up at the night sky solemnly.

The sky seemed to be covered with a layer of water vapor, vast and ignorant, surrounded by a bleak whiteness, Jiang Li ran out after Eleven, only to find that the wind was fierce outside, and the frost and snow were flying together.

Since the catastrophe came, the wind, frost, rain and snow have no rules, and they visit from time to time as they please, but the movement tonight is particularly loud.

The howls in the distance are getting louder and louder, the chirping of birds, the roaring of animals, people can't tell whether the dense and intricate sounds are coming from the clouds, or coming from the ground. Thousands of miles into the sky, gods and ghosts wailed, heaven and earth mourned together, and the sharp wailing sound pierced through the eardrum of a person like a needle into the mind.

Jiang Li was suspicious in his heart. At this time in his previous life, he was desperately struggling in hell. At that time, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Just wait and see.

"What are you doing out here?" Seeing Eleven, Lin Xuan couldn't help shouting, "I was born with a vision, hurry back to the house, you have nothing to do here!"

Eleven ignored it, he walked a few steps quickly, raised his head in a daze facing the eastern night sky, and suddenly knelt down.

Both Yun Shu and Lin Xuan were taken aback: "What are you doing?"

Eleven firmly kowtowed three times to Dongfang, then knelt there with his head down. No matter how Yun Shu and Lin Xuan asked questions, he remained silent.

Except for the few of them, no one dared to go out. Yun Shu and Lin Xuan observed for more than an hour. The wind and snow gradually stopped, and the sound gradually weakened. Then there was a dull sound in the vast sky, like The muffled thunder, like a blunt bell, stopped abruptly after ringing 81 times.

The world has returned to silence, only insects and birds are chirping, the sky seems to be thinning, the clouds are closing, and the bright moon climbs up, pulling the eleven kneeling figure into a thin line, thin, revealing that it cannot be concealed. sad.

Yun Shu and Lin Xuan were very confused, but no matter how they asked, Shi Shi kept silent and ignored him. In the end, both of them lost all patience, simply ignored him, and went back to the house.

Jiang Li slowly squatted down beside Eleven, his doubts getting deeper and deeper.

Perhaps it was because he was a child, and Eleven felt that Jiang Li would not understand, so the boy's always crisp voice choked and said to him:

"This is Tianshang... Azure Dragon God Venerable... died..."

Jiang Xin's head jumped violently.

Eleven raised his head, his bright eyes glistened with water, and he blinked vigorously to keep himself from crying.

Even though he knew that Qinglong would come back to life after 4000 years, he still couldn't help feeling sad at this moment. For the first time, he felt deeply that during the 4000 years of sleeping, his master's spiritual consciousness was annihilated in the world, and his little master also I don't know where they were wandering, and none of the people in the entire Qinglong Temple remembered who they were. During the long missing years, they were not considered alive.

After coming to this world, he didn't even dare to activate the Kunlun mirror at will. The sky above his head, the ground under his feet, every minute and every inch, there may be figures he was familiar with.

This is a period that even he dare not touch easily.

Eleven stood up slowly. He looked around the small courtyard, which was the most well-preserved corner in the huge village. The ground was muddy and there was no grass growing. As far as he could see, there were starving and skinny birds. Wandering among the collapsed beams and decaying trees, amidst the sorrow and sorrow, there is still a glimmer of life.

The Qinglong supported the Tianzhu with its keel, and all the relatives on the eleventh day fell in this catastrophe, so they got this glimmer of life.

Beside the opened door of the stone house, a row of children peeked out their small heads from behind the door, all quietly looking at Eleven, like new bean sprouts sprouting out of each tree.

Eleven suddenly laughed. He touched Jiang Han's head, and his voice returned to its usual vitality:

"Jiang Xiaoli, the heavens will entrust me, Feng Shishi, with great responsibility. From now on, I will protect the common people. Isn't your elder brother Shishi awesome?"

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"I am a fairy sect, with the mind of protecting the common people. It is my duty to save the people from water and fire. To subdue demons and eliminate demons is my duty... Ah, Master Jiang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean you..."

In a clean and simple study room, the young man was talking eloquently, but it was only here that he realized that he had said something wrong. He looked at the young man in front of him who was sculpting with his head down in embarrassment.

Jiang Li smiled after being slightly startled, and continued to carve runes on the Tianyin bell, while casually saying:

"If one day, I can't control my demonic nature, Changlan, will you take me personally?"

"How could it be?" Fu Changlan raised his voice, Jiang Li's relief had not yet subsided, and the young man continued, "I can trust my master's xinxing cultivation, you will never lose control of yourself!"

My heart was stabbed lightly by something.

"You trust me?" Jiang Li blew lightly on the Tianyin bell to disperse the gold powder from the chisels. Your master is getting more and more distasteful, what should we do about Xiao Changlan? I want to fight with your master, who will you help?"

Fu Changlan's fair skin flushed red with anxiety, and she was at a loss: "Jiang...Uncle Jiang..."

"You haven't called me brother for a long time, Changlan," Jiang Li picked up the silk cloth and wiped the Tianyin bell carefully, still with that faint smile on his face, "Since you knew I was the body of a demon, you started Call me Uncle Jiang, tsk, that doesn't sound very pleasant to me."

"No," Fu Changlan became even more anxious, "Etiquette cannot be broken, the master said, don't allow me to exceed the rules..."

"Is what your master said important? Or what I said is more important?" Jiang Li didn't know why, and his heart was very angry that day. Seeing Fu Changlan's serious look taught by Yun Shu, he became angry. He slammed the bell on the table and forced it over unreasonably, "Don't forget, I picked you up at Qiqin Mountain. If it wasn't for Yun Shu who wanted to snatch you away, you would be me." Disciple! Now you want to be of one mind with your master, and go away from me?"

But at this moment, Fu Changlan suppressed all anxiety and embarrassment, and stared at him with flickering eyes:

"Uncle Jiang's words are wrong. Personal intimacy is a minor matter. Although Master and Uncle Master have many disagreements, my Master has the common people in his heart..."

"Go to your mother's life!"

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To your mother's life!

Jiang Li was about to sneer, and he almost lost his mind again!

He died and was reborn, but the top of his head was still covered with the cloud-turning hand, because he had the consciousness of a demon in advance, so the destiny sent "Fu Changlan" again?Then God really looked down on him, he had raised a pup that bit him back, how stupid would he be to raise a second one?

Of course Jiang Li couldn't raise the second one, because this "little brat" was raising him very happily.

Yun Shu and Lin Xuan took a dozen or so children to guard the sword all the way, and rested on a mountain on the way.

Everyone brought dry food and bread, but Eleven still caught a wild boar in the mountains. He lit a fire himself, ordered a few children to climb trees to pick fruits, skinned and shaved the wild boar, skillfully set up a fire grill, and The juice was spread on the wild boar, and it was grilled on a skewer with twigs. After a while, the whole mountain was fragrant, and the children sat in a circle, and their saliva almost flowed into a small river.

Eleven eccentrically distributed the fattest piece of meat on the back leg of the wild boar to Jiang Li. He felt that the boy was too thin, and a thin piece of firewood seemed to be gone in a single wind. He is very caring, and often feeds Jiang Xiaoli the rolled dough pancakes, and even grandiosely tells him to "equalize the meat" between the two of them.

Jiang Li looked at the wild boar leg, which was thicker than his thigh, and was speechless for a long while.

"Brother, why do I feel that he is wrong the more I look at it? You said that his cultivation level is similar to ours, but he doesn't know how to fast at all! He also eats meat!" Lin Xuan and Yun Shu sat in a tree far away Now, he didn't even see Eleven's gulping mouth full of oil, but after all, he still had his self-cultivation, so he only complained to Yun Shu through his spiritual sense, "It's too vulgar!"

Eleven immediately turned his head, blinked his big eyes, looked at Lin Xuan for a while, showed an almost tolerant smile, and continued to turn his head to eat his own.

If anyone treats him badly in normal times, he will definitely retaliate with an eye. However, the Yunji Palace where Lin Xuan and Yun Shu live worships the Qinglong, which is enough for eleven pairs of Yunji Palace disciples to tolerate infinitely.

Lin Xuan was dumbfounded: "Brother, did you see his expression? Could he hear what I said?"

Of course Yun Shu saw it too, and looked at Eleven thoughtfully.

It is of course not difficult to detect other people's spiritual consciousness, as long as that person's cultivation base is higher than one realm, it can be easily done, but if the eleventh cultivation base is above the golden core, then judging from his current age, how can this person Didn't the foundation be built on the [-]th or [-]th?If there is such an existence in Xianmen, it is absolutely impossible to be unknown, let alone unguided.

"Senior brother, this person is too strange, his speech and behavior are contradictory everywhere, we can't just take him back to the palace so casually!"

Yun Shu looked at Lin Xuan: "What do you want to do?"

"Let's try to test him, at least confirm that he is not a demon spy!"

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I know that many of you have guessed wrong about this dungeon...

Regarding not being recognized, I have tried not to repeat the plot, but the basic setting is there. Eleven is to find the Kunlun mirror. If you let him recognize it at a glance, the subsequent interactions will also be repeated. In fact, it is very difficult to write a sweet article. , because the little angel who reads the sweet article has a lot of thunder points, and many stalks are difficult to use. Everyone’s thunder points are different. I don’t know when I stepped on it. How many people know that Xiaomo is actually He is an out-and-out abusive author ah woo woo woo...