Love your pet egg

The sixteen palaces of the immortal sect are connected with each other, and the Yunji Palace is the largest immortal sect. Of course, it has many resources that other sects are eager for. All major sects send disciples to station in the town at the foot of the mountain. Ji Gong refined a new elixir, and various sects bid for the formula or finished product. Over time, this small town developed into the largest market place in Xianmen. Anyone who needs to trade in the sixteen palaces will come here. The streets are bustling with people, including immortal cultivators and mortals who come here to worship teachers.

The group of little radish heads brought here from the backcountry on the [-]th had never seen such a fairy house market before. They were so attracted by those medicinal pills exuding strange fragrances and countless gadgets driven by spirit stones that they couldn't walk. At first they were still very reserved, only daring to stare at the new and interesting things, but with a wave of their hands, Eleven took out a handful of small round golden eggs from their sleeves:

"You can buy whatever you like, Brother Eleven is not short of money!"

The cubs rushed forward screaming, and Eleven took out many white silks with portraits on them. He did not forget his most important thing, "Take this painting and ask the shopkeeper. You have seen the people in the painting. If you have seen the store, you can use this talisman to summon me, understand?"

The children excitedly led the golden eggs and paintings and ran away.

This is at the foot of Xianshan Mountain. Eleven put amulets on the children. He didn't worry about their safety. He let them go and asked many shops one after another. I entered a very spacious and elegant grocery store, which was the largest on the street, and had all kinds of materials and ores. Eleven wanted to reshape the flower demon, just looking for suitable materials.

He was searching the dazzling array of shelves, but the ghost king summoned him at this time. He was talking to the ghost king, but he saw the boss holding a flawed water spirit stone and asking the boss for the price. Eleven hurriedly shouted:

"Get out! That jade is worthless..."

Any boss will be blown away when he hears this:

"Where did the yellow-mouthed kid come from here talking nonsense, walk around, get out of here quickly!"

The boss is an ordinary person, but his hands are strong. Eleven was pushed by him and staggered. Suddenly, he felt someone approaching behind him. He turned around and avoided it. Several young men and women were walking in. They were a little surprised when they met, because they were all wearing bright red clothes.

The ascetics seldom wear bright clothes, like the Taoist robes of Yunji Palace, with a white background and blue edges, light and elegant, and they look like immortals. There are also other immortal cultivators walking around in this shop, most of them wear gray Taoist robes or The strong black clothes, while the vigor and enthusiasm of the red are obviously contrary to the ascetic monks. When Eleven saw that there was a majestic bird embroidered with gold thread on the tail of their Taoist robes, he immediately Suddenly.

This is a sect dedicated to the god Suzaku.

Suzaku is the mother god of Eleven, who has been enshrined by the immortal sect for many years after her death, and now she hits Eleven's soft spot. He looked at this group of juniors in red daoist robes, his eyes were full of relief and moved.

The boss was originally looking at Eleven fiercely, but when he saw these people coming in, he immediately changed into a fawning face, clasped his hands and smiled obsequiously:

"Several Immortals from Liuyan Palace are here, I don't know if they want to buy something? The shop has a new batch of refining materials, please come here—"

The group headed by Liuyan Palace was a young man with two swords on his back. He was extremely handsome, with plump cheeks and a full complexion. There was a flame-shaped imprint on his forehead, which was very similar to the flame birthmark on Eleven's body. His birthmark grew from his forehead, but this young man was branded on it.

The flame made this handsome young man so fierce that the customers in the store couldn't help but focus on him, and someone whispered:

"Is that someone from Liuyan Palace?"

"That's right, the leader is Liuyan Palace's first disciple, Si Kongyi. Only the first disciple can burn flames on his forehead. He is only 30 years old and already in the late stage of Jindan, and his cultivation is very impressive!"

"Then who is better than Yun Shu from Yunji Palace?"

"Sikong Yi, right? Although Yunshu established the foundation early, but Sikong came from behind, and he is about to conceive a baby..."

"Yunshu builds the foundation. His aptitude is the best in the Sixteenth Palace of the Immortal Sect. The practitioners of water and spiritual power are all accumulated. When Yunshu breaks through the ice condensation formula, he will make rapid progress. Yunshu still has unlimited potential!"

……

Si Kongyi looked indifferent and didn't take these whispers to heart, but a little girl who followed behind him was displeased and glared at him fiercely. The guests immediately fell silent and turned their heads away. , only Eleven looked at them with great interest.

The disciples of Yunji Palace are his apprentices and grandchildren, and this Liuyan Palace is also. When I came here on the eleventh day, my brother couldn't find him, but I saw many promising juniors. He was a little flattered for a while. Seeing Eleven squinting his eyes and smiling.

"why are you laughing?"

The little girl's name is Chang Qingshuang. She looks about thirteen or fourteen years old. She is petite and exquisite, pretty and cute, but has a very irritable temper. She really doesn't like her senior brother being gossiped by others, especially when someone says that Yun Shu is better than Sikong Yi , it made her unhappy most.

When Eleven just avoided a few people at the door, his flash was as fast as lightning, which showed that he had cultivated himself. Chang Qingshuang asked angrily, "Which sect do you belong to? Why do you wear the same clothes as us?" ? Don’t you know that this Huotan clothing is my Taoist uniform of Liuyan Palace, and ordinary people cannot imitate it?”

Eleven was stunned, unable to laugh or cry for a while, so he said:

"This is not Huotanyi, except that it is also red, which is completely different from yours."

The custom of wearing red clothes in Liuyan Palace comes from the Suzaku deity they enshrine, and Eleven is Suzaku's parent and child. He thought a little funny, if it is really about copyright, it is his phoenix that is the legitimate heir.

"Of course your clothes can't be exactly the same as ours. Our cassocks are all blessed with mana. How can your imitation clothes be compared?"

Chang Qingshuang snorted, "You wearing such an imitation Taoist uniform is nothing more than an imitation, and it is also disrespectful to my Liuyan Palace, hey!" The little girl suddenly threw a purse at Eleven, and said arrogantly, "The Jin Yezi will buy some new clothes for you, you can change the red clothes!" The tone was like giving alms, Qing waited for the eleventh to thank Dade.

Eleven hadn't even gotten angry yet, when he saw the golden squirrel totem on the girl's waving arm and long sleeve shining brightly, as if she was about to leap, her heart softened, and she didn't want to argue with this rude junior, He took the purse and smiled without saying a word, but Xiaopangdun was not convinced:

"Sister, you are so unreasonable. There are so many people wearing red clothes in the world, and which law stipulates that only you can wear red clothes? My eleventh brother is much better dressed than you!"

Chang Qingshuang didn't expect to be beaten back by a chubby man. She held an iridescent wishful magic weapon in her hand, pointing to get the hell out:

"You little fat man, what are you talking about?"

Little Fatty scratched his eyelids and gave Chang Qingshuang a grimace: "I said you are fierce and unreasonable, just a little bit!"

Chang Qingshuang stared, Ruyi in his hand suddenly shot out a red light, the sword light was not sharp, but Get Out was just an ordinary child, if he was hit firmly, his skin would definitely bleed, Eleven picked him up immediately The little fat pier dodged to avoid it, and at the same time smashed Chang Qingshuang's purse back.

There was only a crisp sound of "ding", and Chang Qingshuang's Ruyi, which was made of the hard-to-find flow-colored spinel in a hundred years, was hit by a purse, and there was a crack on Ruyi, and white air hissed from Ruyi. Spiritual power is collapsing.

"My rainbow is wishful!"

Chang Qingshuang screamed, holding her magic weapon in disbelief, Ruyi dimmed almost instantly, as if a living creature had been drained of all its vitality, she was startled and angry, and hissed: " How dare you destroy my wishful thinking!"

The juniors of Xianmen are so lack of training/teaching, True Monarch Phoenix is ​​really angry:

"A member of the dignified immortal sect actually bullies a child with a weapon. Is this the kind of upbringing you guys from Liuyan Palace have?"

Eleven felt that she was an old ancestor, and she was obviously teaching the younger generation, but Chang Qingshuang heard the meaning of "There is a problem with the family education if there is a father who was born but not taught by a father", the little girl was furious, she made a tactic with one hand, Clusters of shining golden flames ignited at the fingertips, and the heat wave suddenly emptied in such a spacious shop, like a big steamer roasting on the fire, someone exclaimed: "Sanmai real fire!"

Chang Qingshuang is still young, and her cultivation is not enough, but she is the daughter of the palace master of Liuyan Palace, and she has obtained the true fire of Samadhi passed down by the palace master. It took a lot of cultivation to drive this real fire into her daughter's dantian, to save her life at critical moments.

The power of such a small cluster of samadhi real fire is also very amazing. Onlookers who know the power no longer care about watching the excitement. For fear of harming the fish in the pond, they all avoid it. The boss is almost crying, with sweat dripping from his forehead, begging : "The fairy is merciful, absolutely not, the small shop can't afford it..."

Chang Qingshuang was impatient: "The girl who burned your shop will pay you, what are you talking about!" She shouted at Eleven: "Watch me teach you a lesson!"

At this moment, Hengkong stretched out a hand to hold Chang Qingshuang's wrist:

"Junior Sister, don't hurt anyone!"

Sikong Yi saw that Chang Qingshuang was going to use the real fire of samadhi for a small quarrel, and hurriedly stopped her, "How did you promise to the master before you came out with me? You can repair the magic weapon if it is broken. Your real fire of samadhi is very good. It's just a joke, if you hurt someone, go back to Liuyan Palace immediately!"

"Eldest brother!" Chang Qingshuang stomped angrily, "Don't stop me, I must give him a hard time... You let go... How can you help outsiders bully me!"

"It was you who offended you first, don't be willful! Take back the true fire of Samadhi!"

"I do not!"

"Hmph!" Eleven got angry with one hand behind his back, "Playing with fire in front of me, I don't know how to advance or retreat!"

These words simply added fuel to the flames, Chang Qingshuang suddenly lowered his head and bit Sikong Yi's wrist, Sikong Yi retracted his hand in shock, and rushed towards the red-clothed boy in front of him like a whirlwind of true fire.

"careful!"

Sikong Yi's face changed, but the moment he turned around, he was struck by lightning. The boy faced the real flame of Samadhi without dodging or avoiding it, and opened his mouth to meet the flame, swallowing the real flame!

At this moment, many disciples in Liuyan Palace turned pale with shock, and Chang Qingshuang was even more dumbfounded:

"How is it possible... my Samadhi True Fire..."

"Little girl has such a bad temper. Fortunately, the real fire is not your own, otherwise you might burn the house down every day!" Eleven shook his head, "The tutor in Liuyan Palace is not good."

All the disciples were dumbfounded by his behavior of swallowing fire, but none of them responded.

Sikong Yi managed to regain his composure, and bowed to Eleven with a clasped fist:

"Junior Junior Sister is young and ignorant, Sikong Yi apologized for her, please don't blame fellow Taoist."

Eleven raised her hands behind her back, her tone was low and incongruous with her appearance:

"When you go out for a walk, don't the elders in your family teach you to be low-key? A red dress, who gave you the patent of Liuyan Palace, others can't wear it! This is the first time I have seen such a domineering person. If you meet Do you want to hurt someone's life just because of a red dress? Do you remember that you are a member of the fairy sect? Since Liuyan Palace worships under the seat of the Southern God, her words and deeds represent her old man. You juniors are outside, are you throwing the face of Suzaku Temple like this?!"

Sikong Yi maintained his composure on the face, but his heart was already filled with turmoil. As far as he knew, not to mention swallowing the real fire of Samadhi in his mouth, there were very few people in this world who could resist the power of the flame. This boy looked no better than Chang Qing How old is Shuang, but the age in the cultivation world never means anything, the younger the age, the more unpredictable the cultivation, the more it shows its origin.

Coupled with Eleven's old-fashioned way of speaking, one junior at a time, and carrying out the Suzaku Temple enshrined in Liuyan Palace, Sikong Yi almost couldn't help blurting out, "Who is the senior?"

But in the eyes of everyone, Sikong Yi is of course not good at asking such a question, so he can only salute again humbly: "Everything is Sikong Yi's fault, and I will strictly discipline my sister from now on."

Seeing Sikong Yi on Eleventh, he calmed down a little: "You look like a disciple of the immortal sect. You should be glad you met me, it's better than being taught by others, you little girl," he pointed at Chang, whose face was ashes like dust. Qingshuang, "Take her back and discipline her well, if I touch her again, I will beat her up!"

"Yes!"

Eleven took the hand out of the grocery store, and everyone behind him watched with complicated expressions. Among them, there was a particularly sharp gaze, which implied a look of excitement.

"Senior Brother," a Liuyan Palace disciple came forward and said in a low voice until the boy in red disappeared, "This person has a suspicious background, do you want to..."

Sikong Yi raised his palms up: "Now you all know? There are people outside the mountains, and there are people outside the mountains. You all have to remember Qingshuang's lesson today..."

He glanced back at the little girl who was almost knocked out by the blow, and sighed, "I will enter Yunji Palace tomorrow, please Elder Cangxuan to see for you, whether this Hongjie Ruyi can be repaired, don't be so willful in the future .”

Chang Qingshuang pursed her mouth and shed tears while hugging her magic weapon. After all, she was restrained by that young man, and she no longer dared to be presumptuous.

As the sun gradually set, the market place at the foot of the fairy mountain became more lively, and the lights gradually lit up. From a distance, it looked like the Milky Way pouring down for nine days. Many peddlers who had no shops came out until this time, and paved a block on the side of the road. Square cloth, put the goods you want to sell on it and you can do business.

Eleven searched for a long time without any news of his brother, so he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. The little fat man pointed to a fortune-telling Taoist on the side of the road very understandingly and said:

"Brother Eleven, why don't we ask the fortune teller? Maybe he can know."

Eleven looked back, and saw a gray-clothed Taoist with white hair and beard sitting in front of a simple hexagram stall on the side of the road.

Eleven's eyes lit up. The monks here are not magic sticks like Hao Laoliu. Real man, can you help me find someone?"

"One line and one account to determine good and bad luck, six or nine middle schools in the past and present life. Liuhe and five elements appear in the palm of your hand, and the universe, blessings and misfortunes are in the dark." The Taoist raised his eyes, stroked his luxurious white beard, and slowly chanted, "Who is the layman looking for?" ?”

Eleven took out a little golden egg, but the Taoist blocked it with a whisk handle:

"Wait a minute, layman, it's not for money if you are poor and ask divination."

"Then what do you want?"

"Taishang Guide, coming and going, the layman asks a question, the poor way answers a question, the poor way has a question, how about asking the layman to answer?"

"Okay," Eleven put back the golden egg and took out the portrait, "This is the man, this is my brother."

Doubt flashed across the Taoist's deep eyes: "Brother? Are you looking for blood relatives?"

"No, I just called him that."

"Can you confirm that he is from here?"

If you are a sensitive person, you will immediately feel that the Taoist's question is weird, but Eleven obviously doesn't have that much thought: "Of course, but I'm not sure if he is a mortal or a cultivator."

"That's okay, as long as he is in this world, there is a way to find it."

The Taoist took the white silk portrait and looked at it carefully for a while, but couldn't figure out anything from the face, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows slowly.

"How? Can you find it?"

The Taoist stroked his beard and pondered for a while, then took a piece of paper and rubbed out the portrait.

"What are you doing with my painting?"

"I'll find out later."

The Taoist returned the white silk, and then took out a transparent glazed basin and a small suet bottle, and poured the water in the suet bottle into the glazed basin. The small bottle was full of water, but the large glazed bottle was poured into the glass basin. The basin is full.

Get out immediately made a sound of surprise.

Eleven saw that the Taoist had some tricks, and his expectations were even higher, but when he saw the Taoist calmly throwing the paper into the water basin, Eleven immediately became anxious:

"Hey! You are"

"Don't be impatient."

The Taoist waved his hand lightly, signaling Eleven to look into the water basin. The mouth of the basin is not big, but its depth is more than one foot. In the water, and then the face of a person slowly emerged like a mirror on the surface of the water. Eleven was overwhelmed with surprise. Before he could take a closer look, he realized that someone had tugged on his sleeve. He looked down:

"Jiang Xiaoli!"

At this moment, Jiang Li needs to use up a lot of energy to restrain himself from looking at the white-haired Taoist in front of him. Although this person is disguised, his habit of preferring plum blossom decorations in his bones still betrays his identity. This person is Yunji Palace The real person in charge of teaching Cangxuan returns alone.

Why is Gu Honggui here, pretending to be a fortune teller? Did he come here for the eleventh day?Why?

Jiang Li was in a mess, and his face was not very good-looking.

"You're here." Eleven touched Jiang Li's hair and asked with concern, "Did you sleep well? Your face is so pale."

"Brother Eleven, what are you doing here?" Jiang Li raised his head and asked curiously.

"I ask this real person to help me, see if I can find my brother?"

"Have you found it?"

Jiang Li strenuously stood on tiptoe and scratched the corner of the table to look at the water basin, so Shi Shi hugged him up, and the shadow on the glass basin's water surface was very clear, it was Jiang Li's face impressively.

"Eh?" Eleven Daqi asked, "Why is there Jiang Xiaoli here?"

It's not uncommon for people's shadows to be reflected on the water surface, but Eleven held Jiang Li in his arms, and it should have been the shadows of both of them, but there was clearly only Jiang Li's face on the water.

Master Zangxuan's face turned serious, and he stared at Jiang Li with probing eyes.

Jiang Li also immediately realized the weirdness of the water basin, and the alarm bells rang in his heart.

But Eleven said disappointedly at this time: "Really, your magic weapon is not working well, and you couldn't find my brother for me."

The Taoist made a formula with his fingers, and silently calculated for a while, the two whirlpool eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper, he had never seen such a situation.

This glazed basin is just an ordinary object, but his spiritual power is carried by water. This technique is called "observing dust". It shows that the person he is looking for must be in this world, there is no reason why a child's shadow will be reflected.

But this is indeed an ordinary child. He was born in a hunter's family in the mountains. After a natural disaster, he was exiled in a village and was brought here by Yun Shu and Lin Xuan. All these pasts can be clearly calculated.

Since the child is not the person in the portrait, there must be a close connection with the person in the painting.

Zang Xuan then said: "I need to take a drop of my heart and blood from him to prove his relationship with the person in the painting..."

Jiang Li's body froze, and he hugged Eleven's neck tightly. He felt that his breathing was stagnant. He didn't know what he would find if he took his heart and blood from Cang Xuan, but no matter what, his heart and blood should not fall into the hands of the enemy. inside.

Eleven immediately shook his head: "No, he's still a child, and he doesn't have a cultivation base. If you take his heart and soul, his body will be very weak in the future. I won't allow it."

"But he must have a great connection with the person you are looking for..."

"That's not okay," Eleven resolutely objected, "Brother can look for it slowly, but he can't hurt Jiang Xiaoli."

Jiang Li heaved a sigh of relief, his heart softened for a moment, and he buried his head in Eleven's neck, and rubbed it nostalgicly. Eleven felt his nervousness and relaxation, and Eleven smiled. She patted him and said, "Don't be afraid."

Said Eleven put a golden egg on the table, "Thank you! I'll think of another way!"

Zang Xuan still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by a loud shout:

"Come on, come on, everyone has been waiting for a long time! The new draft of Dongling's crying life that you have been waiting for is here again!"

At some point, a young man wearing a moon-crested hat spread a piece of felt cloth next to them, which was filled with books. After the shout, many people rushed out from all corners. It seemed that they had been waiting for a long time. The demand is strong, and the small bookstall is crowded in a blink of an eye.

Eleven's attention was immediately diverted.

"What's the name of this new book..." Deep Water and Hot Water"? The cover looks familiar!"

"Wow! These are Yun Shu from Yunji Palace and Sikong Yi from Liuyan Palace! I like this!"

"The title of this book is good, and the attack is clear at a glance. This time I will not stand on the wrong CP!"

"No, I don't like the "Overbearing Elder and Pretty Palace Master" last time. Palace Master Yun is so aggressive, and the face of the lonely elder is not worthy of him..."

"I don't like this book, I don't care, anyway, I just stand by Si Yun, and die against my CP!"

"Excuse me, Sikong Yi's surname is Sikong again, are you going to change his surname like this?"

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A group of book fans were squatting in front of the booth, picking and chatting, Eleven enthusiastically dragged Jiang Xiaoli and Goff into it: "Are these books good?"

"Of course it looks good!" The person who answered looked up, and saw a young man who was as beautiful as a fairy, his eyes lit up immediately, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident, "Brother, you are also a fellow ?”

"Huh?" Eleven tilted her head in confusion.

"You like these books too?"

"I haven't read it," Eleven looked down at the small yellow-covered books, and read the titles suspiciously, ""Senior Brothers Are Good and Bad", "Long Days and Short Combs——The Sixteenth Palace of the Immortal Gate has to The story told", "East wind does not break the chrysanthemums"...what are they written here?"

The veins on Jiang Li's forehead were about to pop out. If he was a little puzzled at first, then he would be a fool if he didn't understand these naked/blunt book titles again. He felt that his eyes After receiving a critical hit of [-] points, the soul will be split into a hundred and eight thousand pieces!

Reverend Cangxuan was not willing to give up at first, and wanted to discuss with Eleven and take Jiang Li's heart and soul to make another calculation for him. He also wanted to further investigate Eleven's identity, so he followed Eleven, and waited until he gradually understood the little girl in front of him. What kind of treasure is the book stall selling? Its face is almost blackened into the bottom of the pot.

"Haven't you read it?" The little brother covered his mouth with a charming smile, opened a book at random and turned to a certain page, read a few sentences on the eleventh, his eyes were as excited (hungry) (thirsty) as a group of book fans. gaze:

"I want all of these!"

Zang Xuan thought desperately, this must not be the person he was looking for, definitely not.