Chapter 223 Zhaoyao Mountain
The little white fox with red claws was tied to the roof of the carriage. When it saw the majestic mountain gate of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect that towered into the clouds from afar, it began to tremble uncontrollably. Not only could it not maintain its human form, it couldn't even maintain its original size.
I saw it trembling and getting smaller and smaller. The rope also tightened along with its changes, until it shrunk to its limit, holding its tail, and looked no longer than an arm's length.
Judging from the way it looks, if it could, it would probably want to turn into the size of a small insect and then find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
This made the group of old foxes behind very distressed.
The foxes acted like this not because they knew it had great talent, but because the fox clan has always been united.
In addition, one of the foxes in the group recognized the "scarf" on the little fox's neck.
They will naturally protect the little foxes who will protect their own kind even at the cost of their lives.
Foxes have a keen sense of smell, and the little fox knew from the beginning that there was a fox chasing them.
Along the way, there were old foxes who tried to save it, but that ruthless man named Wei would hug it and touch it every time there was any trouble. It was really infuriating.
She also didn't give him food or drink.
When the elders fed her, she was very shameless and took it all and didn't give it to the dog.
For eight whole days, until the elders no longer dared to act rashly and just followed quietly behind, occasionally killing the enemies that caught up with them, she finally had mercy and gave it a chicken to eat.
The big fat chicken, a specialty of the fox tribe, has even its feathers glowing with light, and is a delicacy that the fox rarely gets to eat.
Thinking that if it fell into the hands of the Wanjian Sect, it would either be a gatekeeper or be contracted and used as cannon fodder, it cried while eating!
That miserable feeling.
He sobbed and his throat was almost choked by the chicken feathers.
I suffered a lot before because of my lack of knowledge and vision.
She grew up in the wild mountains and the reason she was unwilling to go to Zhaoyao Mountain was that she relied on the red fox's kindness and wanted to use it to avenge her family's blood feud.
Unexpectedly, the red fox was implicated by it and died early...
What was even more unexpected was that the big foxes in Zhaoyao Mountain did not blame it, but instead protected it along the way...
If time could go back, it would definitely follow the red fox back to its tribe to practice first, and after a few hundred years, when its cultivation level is high, it would go out alone to take revenge.
The little fox was filled with remorse, and tears rolled down like pearls from a broken string.
Wei Wenxin didn't care about its sadness.
Because she was the victim, and she didn't even cry! What right do bad people have to act pitiful?
They really have no other choice, so they plotted against each other at the risk of their lives. But she was just walking on the road and did not provoke anyone, so why should she calmly accept this unexpected disaster?
Offering to help and having to help are two different things.
She was never a kind person.
Ling Cang pulled the carriage to a stop on the floating platform. Wei Wenxin snorted coldly, pinched the skin on the back of the fox's neck, folded up the carriage, and gently landed on Ling Cang's back.
Ling Cang flapped his wings, flicked his tail, and went straight through the mountain protection formation and entered the sect.
When the group of old foxes saw her leaving without looking back, they did not panic. They immediately transformed themselves into human forms and came to the mountain gate of Wanjian Sect.
"Young man, please tell your clan leader that Hu Sanlian from Zhaoyao Mountain wants to see you."
The leading fox was chubby, with a shiny head, neatly tied hair, a silver-plate face, willow-shaped eyebrows, narrow eyes, and he saluted the disciples guarding the mountain with a smile.
Without waiting for the disciples guarding the mountain to react, he directly grabbed a group of fat chickens from the spirit beast bag and sent them to them one by one.
The disciples of Wanjian Sect who are on duty here to guard the mountain have all accepted the sect's mission and do not do this for a long time. Seeing this, they think they are narrow-minded, but they don't know that in the entire world of cultivating immortals, only the foxes in Zhaoyao Mountain have this habit, and they like fat chickens to lead the way wherever they go.
The foxes in Zhaoyao Mountain have a tradition of entering the mortal world to gain experience. No matter in the mortal world or the world of immortals, as long as there are dense human populations, it is possible that a fox will be attracted to open a chicken shop there.
Therefore, most of these foxes that come down the mountain to gain experience are very knowledgeable about the ways of the world and their style of doing things is very down-to-earth.
As the most important poultry, chicken occupies a very important position in the dietary structure of ordinary people.
But because they have little spirituality, it is difficult for them to evolve into spiritual beasts. Therefore, they are not the spiritual birds most commonly eaten by immortal cultivators.
Only the chicken lovers in Zhaoyao Mountain would spend countless efforts to cultivate chickens with abundant spiritual energy. After receiving such a gift, the mountain guarding disciples didn't know whether to give it up or accept it, because most sword cultivators were impatient to raise spiritual beasts and didn't have spiritual beast bags.
If you let go, it will flutter everywhere again.
I gave it back, but those foxes didn't want it anymore. They kept tearing it apart, which was really annoying.
In the end, there was no choice but for the disciple who delivered the message to grab a fat chicken and run all the way to the master's office.
"The fox from Swagger Mountain? What are you doing here?"
Zhaoyao Mountain has always disliked dealing with big forces, and it is not next to the Wanjian Sect. This is the first time it has encountered such a thing since Taoist Qingxuan ascended the throne, and they can't help but be very surprised!
He did not doubt the disciple's words. After all, the feathers of the fat chicken were glowing, and apart from the group of foxes, no one would take the trouble to raise one.
The disciple guarding the mountain was a little embarrassed, but he still didn't dare to lie in front of the sect leader.
"It's the senior sister who's back."
"She's out getting into trouble again?"
Seeing that the sect leader's first reaction was this, the mountain guarding disciple looked embarrassed.
The sect leader could say this, but he didn't dare to admit it.
"The details are still unclear, but when the senior sister came back, she was holding a little fox in her hand."
The fat chicken flapped its wings continuously, and its khaki feathers fell everywhere.
Seeing that trouble was coming again, Taoist Qingxuan felt very tired.
He waved his hand to signal the disciple to retreat, and then sent a sound transmission note, asking Wei Wenxin to quickly bring the little fox to the main peak.
Wei Wenxin had just returned to Lingyun Peak. Along the way, he explained to his master what had happened. He was enduring his sarcastic tone when he received the message, turned around, and ran back.
"Master, my uncle asked me to go. I'm leaving now!"
Taoist Qing Yuan sneered, put his hands behind his back, and used his spiritual power to trip her, forcing her to slow down, while continuing to recite the letter that Wei Wenxin had written before going down the mountain:
"I am an unfilial disciple. I have to go out and gain experience. Master, the family depends on you. When I come back, I will bring you a gift..."
Wei Wenxin's face turned red, and he ran forward desperately, pretending not to hear.
As a result, Taoist Qingyuan recited it a second time after reciting it once.
This is not enough.
He even shook the letter paper in his hand, and pretended to show it to people he met on the road.
Wei Wenxin was so ashamed and angry that she stopped running and turned around to grab the letter.
Taoist Qing Yuan snorted coldly and directly put it back into the storage ring.
"Why don't you leave now? This is really embarrassing!"
Wei Wenxin wanted to cry but had no tears, and flew forward with her head hung low.
But this time the speed was much slower.
Just after returning to Lingsi Peak, he met Ganlu and Ziyu on the road. Hearing that they were going to harvest honey on the peak today, Lingcang remembered that his mouth was stung like a bun, so he left his master without hesitation and went home to wait for the honey.
Wei Wenxin stuffed the little fox into the spirit beast bag.
It wasn't until they reached the foot of the main peak that she took it out and held it in her hand.
Wei Wenxin was in the right in this matter, so he went up to argue for compensation, and he didn't feel any psychological pressure.
My head is sore from all the noise all day. I have a little summer vacation syndrome. There is one more chapter to be published later.
(End of this chapter)
