The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 813 814. Him

Concerned that the persimmon tree was a mortal species and could not withstand the excessive irrigation of spiritual liquid, Pei Xihe circulated his mana to make the mist melt into it bit by bit.

With this nourishment, the persimmon tree grew a little higher, all the reddish-brown and brownish leaves turned dark green, and the dry and cracked bark became full.

However, after a while, the leaves became denser, the branches became more vigorous, and yellow and white stamens bloomed, and then the stamens withered, but still did not bear a single fruit.

The fairy puppet on the shoulder also blinked, full of doubts.

"Reporting to the master, Liu Liuba looked up the "Golden Chamber of Agricultural Plants", and it is recorded that 'persimmons are in flowering period, parthenocarpic, no need for pollination by insects and butterflies', but after the flowers wither, why is there no sign of fruiting at all?"

This persimmon tree sprouts new buds and blooms. It's really an old cucumber with green paint, which looks good but doesn't work.

Pei Xihe raised her right hand, and all the remaining mist of spiritual liquid was suppressed, and her golden eyes were also shining with confusion.

But it is also expected, this persimmon tree is not a natural treasure, a panacea, it is impossible to eat a persimmon that is more effective than the fruit of the profound way.

She moved her eyes away, looked at the girl who was humming in the yard, and sighed softly.

Pei Xihe had thought about it before, when the people in the pavilion guided her here and pointed out the wishful persimmons, it was naturally impossible to tell her to pick a sweet persimmon to eat.

Although the great opportunity is illusory and ever-changing, it will never be so far off the mark.

But when she came here, the baby happened to be born, which made her aware of a ray of fate between master and apprentice.

Girls and persimmon trees are probably indispensable.

Could it be that the girl is required to irrigate the persimmon tree with her own hands, so that the persimmon tree can grow fruit?She thought secretly.

But it wasn't right, Pei Xihe suddenly woke up.

The opportunity of the Dao can only be attributed to the cultivator himself, and the external things are actually nothingness.

In a flash of inspiration, enlightenment, this is the real "opportunity" coming.

Rather than the help of outsiders, or an ordinary persimmon can do it.

Pei Xihe calmed down and looked at the girl.As Shang Xuanyu said that day, the four-month-old baby was wearing a red bellyband, Yuxue was cute, and she was exceptionally smart.

At this moment, she didn't look like she was swinging the sword, she was out of breath, but there was a tiger's energy in her brows and expression.

The maid held a handkerchief and gently wiped off her sweat, while Pei Xihe's nibble trembled slightly, and her thoughts spread out, sensing everything around her, talking, pen and ink, rumors, one by one, and then she knew the girl name.

Xue Xintong.

The dew flows in the morning, the new tung tree is first introduced, how much spring travel.It's a good name.

There are three major cultivating families in Qiongyu Shouyi City, Xue, Li, and Zhang.

Xue Xintong was born in the Xue family. The ancestors of the Xue family had an adventure, which caused the power of flames to be contained in the blood, which was passed on to the descendants, and those who were strong had a lot of talent in the practice of fire magic.But she was born in a collateral line, and the thickness of her bloodline is not yet known.

This kind of aristocratic family of cultivation is maintained by blood, seemingly inseparable, but in fact they are indifferent.Regardless of men or women, those with outstanding talents can share the resources and tilt them in order to become the mainstay.Those with low talent and cultivation can only cultivate beautiful vases.

This is an exchange of benefits under the cover of kinship. The Xue family gave them a higher birth than usual, a life of rich clothes, fine food and servants, and they had to seek corresponding returns from them.

Pei Xihe saw that the little girl was so tired that she dropped the wooden sword in her hand and fell on a big horse, but suddenly her heart became more peaceful.

A beautiful young woman walked out of the small courtyard, with a Nascent Soul cultivation base, her spiritual power should have helped her make up for the vitality consumed in childbirth, but now seeing her qi deficiency and frailty, it seems that her illness is hard to heal.Seeing that her daughter was so tired, she showed pity in her eyes, but she never stepped forward.

If you don't have a sword in your hand, you will be cut off by the sword.

Xue Qingliu suffered an accident, she lost her father and kept her son. Now she is attached to her family and has no authority to speak. She doesn't expect much else, she only hopes that her daughter will have the power to control her own destiny.

"Mother."

The little girl's eyes lit up, enduring the soreness all over her body, she twisted her three heads and rushed up to hug his calf.

Pei Xihe looked at them looking like mothers and daughters, and couldn't help but curl their lips slightly, and a golden-haired fox quietly climbed on their shoulders.

Helian Jiucheng flicked his big tail and asked: "This persimmon tree, huh? Why hasn't it produced any fruit yet?"

Pei Xihe rubbed her chin, and said what she guessed in her heart: "I'm afraid there is an unavoidable connection with this girl."

"I haven't told you yet, when I first came here, this girl was just born, and I realized that there was a master-student relationship between her and me."

The golden fox stared round his eyes, his bright yellow pupils looked a little dull, and he said in surprise, "Master-student fate? But according to your temperament, I'm afraid you don't want to get involved in such troubles."

Pei Xihe naturally nodded.

"There is still enough time. According to what Zuo Jingshu said, there are still at least ten years before the eruption of the ghost disaster. Counting the time, it is still enough."

"Why don't you just take a look and see what this girl can look like."

The tail behind the golden fox was coiled into a big ball, and the fox's head was held up, naturally there was nothing wrong with it.

He is now much more leisurely than Pei Xihe. In the eyes of Qiu Kou, he is already a dead fox, and the fox demon alchemy is in his body. He only needs to practice hard and study formation techniques, but the great opportunity is still far away for him .

Pei Xihe had already made up her mind, so she no longer retreated. With a wave of her hand, the silver light diffused, and she created a one-inch disk in the void, and sat on it.

……

The peaks and ridges are full of clouds, and the Arashiyama is foggy.

In the pavilion on the top of the mountain, the silver-haired young man's face was calm, and there seemed to be compassion and compassion, but there was a bit of Rakshasa's chill on his handsome face.

He behaved freely and freely, and was about to pour a cup of fragrant tea, when suddenly his complexion changed drastically. Cracks appeared on his face and body like broken mirrors, and blood seeped through the cracks. Hui surged.

A little red mark flickered between the eyebrows, and the natal supernatural power was suddenly triggered!
Make up for the sky and go against fate.

Those cracks gradually disappeared, and after a long time, he collapsed on the stone platform exhausted, but his face was full of weird smiles.

"He is in a hurry."

"This one, the deity will definitely win!"

When the words fell, it seemed that some taboo had been violated. Ri Heng felt a stabbing pain all over his body, the wind was like a sharp knife, and even the air was like a sharp needle. The vicious ghost came towards him.

Riheng's internal breath trembled, and a large mouthful of blood vomited out of his mouth, which turned into fluorescent light and dispersed, nourishing the heaven and the earth.

Instead, he laughed out loud, becoming more and more insane.

"Hahaha."

Heaven and earth reject it, it really is "His" handwriting.

In this way, it makes him happy!
……

"It was you who caused her to not break through?"

In nothingness, there is a low voice whispering, He has not divided Yin and Yang, and transformed all things.

He is the wind, the dust, the tree, the thunder, the fire, the water...everywhere, inclusive.

He was rarely angry.

"For her birth, for her growth, I have planned for too long."

"She will eventually follow the same path as me and return to my embrace."

　The dialectical relationship in "It's Me, Not Me" in this volume does not only refer to the heroine and Taishang Wuzheng.

　　
　
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