The female ghost Haitang was introduced into Liwangtai's room and let her have a good dream. Qinghuan cooked the soup, a little worried.

Mo Ze twisted his fat body and ran over: "Master, what are you doing? Why haven't you set off yet?"

Qinghuan stirred the soup with a long spoon, and then tasted a taste-every ghost tasted a different soup taste, because it was made with their seven emotions, six desires, and the blood and tears of their lives. Qinghuan tasted just like White water, with a faint fishy smell. She put the spoon down and stared at the soup in a dreadful manner. For a long while, she awakened like a dream to answer Mo Ze’s question: “How can I say, the female ghost Haitang wants to get the heart of the monk Xuanji, but I don’t want a monk to move the heart. Although he has moved."

Mo Ze was surprised: "The master is really compassionate!"

"...I don't think your words seem to be complimenting me?"

"Hehehe..." Mo Ze smiled, guilty.

"But it's okay. Since this is her wish, I will do it for her." Qing Huan stood up and stretched, "It's just that I got the monk's heart as a demon girl, little fat egg, and gone."

Mo Ze felt that he was struck by the sky thunder, the master just...what did he call him? Little fat egg? ! Is he so fat? ! Looking down at the protruding belly, Mo Ze almost shed tears. Why didn't the master give him a handsome and charming body to turn him into a child? It makes him now even the IQ is on the same level as kids... Ah, he really wants to cry.

Because he killed Haitang by mistake, the eminent monk Xuanji escaped into the deep mountain to practice hard. He did not intend to take Haitang’s life. The Buddha would not give up any demon in the world. As a monk, he wanted to save others’ calamities, but he did not succeed. After saving Haitang, she missed and killed her. After Haitang died, there was no news of Xuanji, hidden in the mountains. It wasn't until the Demon Cult was ready to move again before it appeared again.

Since then, Shaolin and the Demon Sect have been completely tied up, and they have never stopped dying. The demon sect has lost the left guardian law, and naturally needs someone to make up. This candidate is the daughter of the leader's hairpin. The hairpin is supposed to die when it reaches one year old, so it is not against the way of heaven.

But Qinghuan despised this name in her heart. They are not orthodox ethnic minorities. The natives of the Central Plains named their daughter Zanhua. Is the demon leader a renown? But there is a benefit to using a hairpin's body. Before that, Qing Huan had never been exposed to witchcraft, mainly because she didn't like bugs very much, but this time... there are so many things in the world waiting for her to go. Learn little by little, and treat it as a compliment for using this name.

Zanhua grew up in Miaojiang, and her mother is a saint in Miaojiang. This is another epic love story. The leader of the Central Plains swordsman fell in love with the Saintess of Miao, but the two met with unanimous opposition from everyone. The Central Plains Wulin was afraid of Miao, and Miao hated the Central Plains people, so the end of the pair of bitter mandarin ducks was the mother of hairpin flowers. Before he died, he passed his natal Gu to his newly-born daughter. The leader hated him and walked into the evil way. Since then, he established the demon sect, which made the Central Plains martial arts frightened.

He was not close to Miao Jiang, but he did not refuse, because he was from his wife’s clan, so he even let his daughter stay there as a saint until Zuo Hufa Haitang was dead and the hairpin was sixteen years old. Just repaired a book and asked her to come back.

Qinghuan chose the time after the hairpin mother died. At that time, the hairpin was only three months old. From then on, she began to stay in the Miao area to learn witchcraft. On the side of the Central Plains, she quietly waited for things to happen . Before Haitang died, she would not leave Miaojiang.

Anyway, it is true that he wants to learn Witch Gu as a supplement to fulfill his wish. Mo Ze didn't understand the meaning of what she did. You should know what things in this world still need to learn when you reach the realm of Qinghuan. She can already exist side by side with the heavens. Will Wugu have something like that again? What matters?

With such a studious master, Mo Ze is naturally full of curiosity. Many times he is also thinking, is the master a **** or a fairy, a Buddha or a demon? But he didn't get the answer either. He always felt that she was all, but none of them. Probably my own level is not enough, so I can't understand the existence of the master at all, right?

Time flies, Qing Huan has spent nearly sixteen years in Miaojiang, and can finally set off for the Central Plains.

The mother of the hairpin flower, the last saint, is an unsmiling person, cold and frosty all year round, and has never had a moment of tenderness for anyone except facing her father. The clansmen said that it was because the saints practiced witchcraft and cut off the seven emotions and six desires, so they would do that. If it were not for the appearance of the hairpin father, the hairpin's mother would become the best saint ever! The witches couldn't help sighing whenever they thought of it.

But Qing Huan has eased their regrets, because she is more talented than her mother and is a rare genius in a century! Not only that, the people are sweet and lovely, and they are also very popular. She is obviously a noble saint, but she has no pretensions when she gets along with her tribe, so she is very popular.

When Qing Huan received his father's letter and was about to leave, the always serious witches cried!

Although we have only been together for sixteen years, Qinghuan really likes these old-fashioned but simple and amiable Miao people, especially when she got on the horse and left, the witch with the longest beard and the whitest hair secretly wiped away tears Now, don't think she didn't see it.

Being with sincere people is Qinghuan's favorite. It would be great if everything in this world were back to basics.

Ah, the most important thing is that she has to go to the Demon Sect to meet the Zanhua's father, who is the leader of the cult.

Maybe her dress is very peculiar, so she was spotted as soon as she stepped into the realm of Central Plains Wulin. There is no way, people are all dressed up as heroic or majestic or celestial, but her long black hair is tied into a ponytail, dressed in costumes with Miao characteristics, and her hands and feet also wear a string of silver little ones. Bells, when you walk, the crisp sound is particularly noticeable.

She is also very beautiful, with a high nose and deep eyes, and her facial features are more three-dimensional and deeper than those of Zhongyuan, and her skin is whiter, so she is even more eye-catching.

Qing Huan also paid great attention to the role playing. After shopping in the street for a while, she suddenly laughed. I wanted to find an inn to stay, but there were too many inns along the way, and I didn't know which one to choose, but when she saw this one, she decided to stay without saying a word.

Why do you want to ask? Because this inn is called "Go out to fight the inn".

As soon as they stepped into the lobby, everyone's eyes came over, friendly, curious, evil, unruly, heavily guarded...In short, there was everything. Qinghuan seemed to be unaware of it. The oncoming Xiaoer seemed to have not noticed that she was dressed strangely and greeted her with professional ethics: "Does the girl play the tip or stay in a shop?"

"Of course it's staying in a hotel. You can come to the house and give me a room." She said with a smile.

She laughed very cute and sweet, with a peculiar appeal, Xiao Er responded with a smile: "Okay! Come to a good guest room!"

Qing Huan stepped on her footsteps behind Xiao Er, gently shaking with one hand, and the crisp bells rang crisply in the lobby. Before leaving, Da Wu stuffed her with a lot of exotic flowers, herbs, and jewels. As soon as she entered the Central Plains, she found a pawnshop and pawned some. Now she doesn’t have a lot of money, but she has a lot of money. Otherwise, they can only make do in the wilderness.

She didn't wrong herself.

He bounced and followed Xiao Er to the room, and ordered a few dishes to send Xiao Er to the room. Qing Huan carefully took out a bamboo tube and poured out a soft, plump and colorful one from the inside. small bug.

She really doesn't like insects, but after 16 years, she has become accustomed to hating insects, and after learning the art of witchcraft for a long time, she actually started to think these insects are very cute!

This little fat worm was accidentally discovered when she was collecting medicine, and because it was fun, she brought it back and hatched. Who knows how to hatch such a fat thing. Most of the things from Miaojiang contain highly poisonous, but the little fat insect is not poisonous at all. Not only is it not, it can also restrain the world's strange poison! Qing Huan had tried it on it in the morning, this guy was not afraid of any poison, even the Great Witch's natal Gu, and he didn't know what it was. No one knows what its name is, so Qing Huan called it Xiaopang Chong.

Hearing this name, Mo Ze sneered. Could it be that the body of the hairpin is used, and the hairpin is flowing with the blood of the leader, and even the owner has become a nameless?

The appearance of the little fat bug is a mystery, and Qinghuan has never seen a similar species like it again in these years. I think it is only this one. The Central Plains martial arts talents are abundant, maybe some people know it. But there are countless creatures in this world, who can guarantee that they will know them all?

And it's better to have fewer things like the little fat insects. The scarcity is the most expensive, and the more it is worthless.

The little fat worm eats everything, and his favorite is green cabbage. Sometimes Qinghuan thinks it is like a cabbage worm that has not evolved completely.

I was feeding the little fat insect, and suddenly, there was a commotion outside. Qinghuan opened the door curiously and showed his head to see, it turned out to be a group of nuns in pink and white robes. I don't know what fabric the robe is, it's very elegant and flimsy. A group of young nuns stand together. Although they are bald, they don't violate peace because they wear caps. On the contrary, because of their youthful beauty, they are particularly attractive.

The inn is full of people from the rivers and lakes, and everyone has a love of beauty, especially this group of young nuns are born with beautiful faces and tender bodies. Can you not make them excited? It was just that the middle-aged nun in the head had a cold expression, her face was expressionless, and her body was full of evil spirits, so no one dared to provoke her.

"Master, let's stay here for the night today, and let's go on our way tomorrow!" said a magnificent nun next to the middle-aged nun.

It's really predestined to meet thousands of miles, isn't that the white moonlight in the heart of the monk Xuan Ji!