Wet viviparity

Chapter 38: Change, the Money-Giving Boy
At the foot of the slope, there is a big apricot tree.

Ji Ming had already arranged the crow corpse, which flew here, fluttered its thin wings, landed on a tree, and quickly fixed its body with its segmented feet.

“I miss it so much!”

Under the sunlight, Ji Ming's eyes swept across the slope, where he once spent a wonderful time with a group of mice.

When the breeze blows by, the grass leaves on the grass slope sway gently, and occasionally you can see groups of small insects busy shuttling back and forth. They are so busy, but they will never be able to open their spiritual intelligence throughout their entire life, let alone achieve enlightenment through physical cultivation.

Ji Ming watched the busy insects in the grass for a while, and then thought about the nest of a rat nearby.

It was also here that he once ordered a rat to monitor the two bat owls that had landed on a large apricot tree. This place is truly full of memories.

Now that I am back in the old place, I have a different feeling.

Before meeting Master Tu, Ji Ming had to ask about the current situation in the Fox Society.

His tentacles had already picked up the scent of rats in the burrow, as well as some scent of rhizomes.

"Rhizomatous fungi?"

The community rat's appetite had long been spoiled by the leftovers of the foxes in the community. Later, Ji Ming supplied it with cliff honey and native honey for a period of time. How could it be willing to eat these things?

Ji Ming conjured up a long arm and stretched it into the earth hole, and with a light grab, the rat was pulled out.

"Squeak~"

Being suddenly caught, and seeing a giant black centipede about three feet long and its curved poisonous hook so close at hand, the rat screamed twice and fainted immediately.

When the rat slowly woke up, Ji Ming was already coiled up on the tree, hiding behind the branches, slightly shielding himself.

"Which king are you?"

This time, Sheshu did not faint again, and asked tremblingly.

"I ask, you answer, okay?"

"Yes, of course."

The cowardly social rat responded.

This kind of rat spirit was still as timid as ever, and Ji Ming began to inquire about the situation in the Fox Society.

From the smell of food coming from the rat hole, Ji Ming felt that something must have happened in the fox community.

The next words of Sheshuo also confirmed his guess.

"My king, the old man has passed away.

I heard from the foxes that a group of thieves are coming from the west and the north, and they are going to do a great disaster here. The master is going to visit his relatives in another place and is preparing to move there to avoid disaster.

All the foxes in the society, as well as us, the mice, were dismissed. They will be recalled when the disaster is over and the society is re-established."

As he spoke, the rat began to cry, tears streaming down his face, as if he was sad about his present and even future life of wandering.

“Thief way?
To escape disaster?"

Ji Ming didn't care about this and asked about Mr. Hu Tu's recent situation.

"The young master is still in the community. When the master comes back to visit his parents, he will probably move out too."

"What about his exam?"

The Fox Academy exam is held once a year on June 20th, the birthday of Taishan Shenzhen, and there is not much time left.

The Sheshu Rat didn't know how Ji Ming knew this, so he said, "Young Master has been worried about the Fox Academy exam this time, and he insisted on staying here."

"Is he still looking for that flying monster?"

"You know sir?!"

The community rat was frightened several times. The hideous black centipede in front of it seemed to know everything about the Fox Community, which made the rat extremely afraid.

"That's right, the young master has been looking for him, and he's almost going crazy."

Ji Ming felt more confident because Hu Tuer had said earlier that he wanted to be admitted to Fox Academy as an exception by passing "puppet show", one of the hundred arts.

Now it seems that only a repeating crossbow cannot give him complete confidence, so he is looking for him in such a hurry.

"Are you the master's friend?" the rat asked nervously.

Ji Ming coiled his body on the tree, thought for a moment, and nodded.

"Yes, Wu Songzi and I are close friends." Ji Ming's eyes flashed with memories, and he spoke seriously, "In the early years, we often practiced in Liling."

"Li Ling!"

Sheshu interrupted Ji Ming and looked towards the southwest, saying, "But that's the Liling Mountains where the mountains are towering, the miasma clouds are dense, the poisonous insects are dormant, and Pan Ku preached."

After chatting for a few more sentences, the social rat gradually relaxed and talked more frequently, so Ji Ming deliberately led the conversation.

"Did you hear this from the Fox Society?"

"Yes, Grandpa usually tells the fox about the surrounding situation so that he can practice in the mountains with peace of mind." The rat gradually calmed down. Now looking at the giant centipede coiled on the tree, it didn't seem so scary. Well, there were still a lot of them.

Ji Ming looked at the rat and said seriously, "My good friend often drives birds with me and passes messages, so he knows a lot about things here.

Especially for that Hutu Master, they often praised him, saying that he had mastered the art of using objects."

"Then you will definitely get along well with my young master. He knows a lot of bird languages, but he can't control the carrier birds. He can only speak a few words."

"Yes!"

Ji Ming was getting a little impatient.

He had given such an obvious reminder. If this rat had been smarter, he would have informed Hu Tuer and asked for a reward.

After Ji Ming chatted with the rat for a long time, the rat finally realized that the black centipede might know the whereabouts of Wu Songzi.

"Please wait a moment, please wait a moment, I will be back soon."

The rat immediately ran towards the fox community.

Ji Ming sighed that the rat had finally become smart, but there was nothing he could do about it, because before the spirits and monsters attained enlightenment, they were always stupid and foolish, with limited wisdom.

He read more, learned more, and tempered his mind in the mountains in order to become smarter and more spiritual.

In Ji Ming's opinion, in the entire Hengshan, the only one with wisdom and character comparable to or even superior to ordinary people is that old man.

He was the only person that Ji Ming feared and respected in the mountains.

There was the sound of horse hooves, and Master Na Tu looked from afar on horseback. There were two or three monsters accompanying him.

Ji Ming tilted his neck and excitedly looked at the "money-scattering boy" on the horse, only to hear the other party scream and fall off the horse.

"What a huge centipede monster!"

Hutuer shouted.

When the spirits holding sticks and flags around saw Ji Ming, they were even more panicked than Hu Tuer and almost ran away in panic.

"Grandpa!

A centipede demon this big must have practiced for at least a hundred years."

A monster shouted.

One of the deer monsters slapped the community rat hard, crying as he hit it, "What a thief rat! You led me to my death."

"Run quickly, the old bugs are very evil and they enjoy killing people for fun."

There is a flying monster flying high with its head covered.

Hu Tuer, who fell off his horse, felt very regretful. He didn't ask in detail when the rat reported it just now, and just thought it was a centipede spirit that had just opened its tongue.

After all, Wu Songzi's Taoism was not very advanced to begin with, and the Moon Worshipping Technique was taught by him. How powerful could the centipede demon be if he was friends with him?

He brought three or five monsters with him, just in case the negotiations failed, so that he could use violence to force the centipede monster to confess and reveal the whereabouts of the black pine seed.

"Don't panic!"

Hu Tuqiang remained calm, stabilized the team, and stepped forward to greet them.

"Since Wu Songzi came to the community, we have been supplied with good tea and fine rice, and we have never treated him badly.

Although I have occasionally behaved in an eccentric and offensive manner, I have never had any intention of harming you, and I have only sought you out to learn how to manipulate objects."

"Are you afraid of me?"

Ji Ming still didn't have an accurate grasp of his own strength, but he had a vague feeling that he had become much stronger, at least his body could withstand the beating.

"Just respect, kid!"

Hu Tu cupped his hands and said flatteringly: "The King Insect's body has broken free from its shackles and grown to this state. It must have taken a hundred years of hard training. And he has the blood of the flying centipede, so it must be a family tradition."

"You have already mastered the body cultivation and are fully prepared. Are you still afraid of me?" Ji Ming continued to ask tentatively.

"Refining your form does not necessarily represent your strength."

Hu Tu didn't know what the other party meant, so he could only explain patiently: "Among the spirits and monsters, the most difficult ones to become are insects, plants and trees. Anyone who can become successful must be extremely powerful.

Although I look like a human, I am just a fox with spiritual qualities."

"It turns out that I have some experience in Taoism."

Ji Ming thought.

Although Hu Tuer was a little scared, he couldn't help but ask, "You came here, do you know the whereabouts of Wu Songzi? I have been looking for him."

Seeing that he was finally getting to the point, Ji Ming said directly: "He's dead!"

"died!
Where did he die? What relics did he leave behind, especially manuscripts?"

(End of this chapter)