You are asked to go up the mountain and become a Taoist priest, and you raise a group of banshees?

In the pavilion on the top floor of the villa.

Xu Xuan stood there.

"The Liu family—"

he muttered, and his mind began to think.

Suddenly, he felt someone put his arm around him, and when he looked sideways, the face of the country was leaning on his shoulder, and the hairy ears were against his neck, a little itchy.

"Husband, when I was eating just now, I found out that your eyes were looking at Xiaobai, were you thinking about her?"

Su Jiu'er looked over with a smile, her eyes mixed with a bit of unkindness.

Xu Xuan's back felt cold.

Women, are they all so perceptive?

Sighing lightly, he made it clear how he met Xiaobai and adopted her.

"So I'm thinking about whether to take Xiaobai to Liu's house."

After listening to the ins and outs of the matter, the trace of unkindness in Su Jiu'er's eyes quietly faded.

"This kind of thing, I think it's better to help, after all, every person with amnesia has some discomfort in their hearts, and likes to hold all the depression in their hearts."

After a minute, Xu Xuan said, "I know, but I'm thinking about what if she regrets it."

Su Jiu'er asked curiously, "Why do you regret it?"

Xu Xuan deliberately avoided this topic.

"What do you think I'm going to do now?"

Su Jiu'er thought for a while and said, "Then why don't you ask her what she thinks, wouldn't it be better to let her make her own decisions."

"Well, forget it, that's fine."

End of topic.

Xu Xuan stretched his waist and looked at the moon hidden in the sky in a remnant cloud, exuding a bright brilliance.

"The moon is so round tonight."

"Yes, it is said that there is a fairy Chang'e on the moon, I don't know if it's true." Su Jiu'er looked at the moon without blinking.

"Who knows, maybe there really is, what, do you want to go to Chang'e to feed the rabbits?"

Su Jiu'er covered her mouth and smiled.

"No, I think it's good now, I'm just curious about what the Guanghan Palace looks like."

Xu Xuan put his hand on her fragrant shoulder and hugged him.

"Okay, I'll take you to the moon when I get a chance."

Su Jiu'er's charming peach blossom eyes showed a slight smile.

"Okay, I'll wait, and then we'll go to the moon, two of us."

"By the way, I broke through the late stage of refining and refining qi today, it's amazing."

"Amazing, no wonder I didn't see you in the afternoon, at first I thought you went grocery shopping, but thinking that you didn't taste good cooking, it turned out to be a breakthrough."

"Who... Who cooks is unpalatable.

Su Jiu'er flattened her mouth, hammered him with her small fist, broke free from Xu Xuan's embrace and stood aside.

Sure enough, women just can't mention cooking.

Xu Xuan smiled bitterly in his heart.

Walked over and stood behind her.

"Okay, okay, I said it wrong, give, a gift for you."

Xu Xuan took out a ring from his pocket.

The ring is set with turquoise blue gemstones, which is particularly beautiful.

Su Jiu'er looked at the gem on the ring and was puzzled.

"What kind of gem is this, I don't think I've ever seen it before."

Xu Xuan introduced: "This is the Yin Stone I bought from the underworld, a ring made with a little corner, and the Yin Qi on it is helpful for the cultivation of your physique." "

In fact, Xu Xuan accidentally fell to the ground and fell a few small pieces when he was tinkering, and he picked a big one to make a ring with the principle of not wasting it.

"Yin Stone."

Su Jiu'er felt warm in her heart, put it on her hand, and emitted a strange blue light through the moonlight.

Suddenly, her face turned red.

"You... Don't touch my ears.

Xu Xuan touched Su Jiu'er's fluffy fox ears with his hand.

To be honest, he wanted to try how his hands felt at the first glance.

As expected, the plush one is very smooth to the touch, and it feels many times better than that of a cat.

"Oh? Why. Xu Xuan was curious, she seemed to be very resistant to touching her tail and ears, "

Because.... Because, forget it, if you want to touch it, then touch it.

Su Jiu'er wanted to stomp her feet in shame, but her body was soft and crispy, and she had no strength at all.

It is well known that fox ears are more sensitive than tails.

.......

The other side.

In a house with a plaque of "Tianji Gate".

"Master, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, this is the moon cake you bought for you in filial piety."

A young man carried a box of mooncake gift boxes and placed them on the ground.

An old man sitting on the Taishi's chair took a puff of cigarette, glanced at the gift box with a flat eye, and laughed out loud in his heart.

"You, who is an apprentice, take more than 50 moon cakes to perfunctory me. He thought to himself.

"Well, I received the heart, if it's okay, you can go."

The apprentice was a little surprised, didn't he stay for a meal?

However, the old man on the Taishi chair had already closed his eyes, obviously not wanting to deal with him.

Seeing this, the young man had no choice but to leave in a huff.

Not long after, another handsome young man with a round box walked in.

With a smile on his face, he walked to the Taishi's chair.

"Master Qiu, come and try the big moon cake I bought for you, the bean paste mochi filling."

Qiu Xingliang's eyes opened a slit.

I saw the young man standing in front of him open the moon cake box, put the lid on the table backwards, and then took out the moon cake in the box and lay on it.

Qiu Xingliang smiled.

For he saw bundles of cash under the box.

"No, Xiao Cheng, you are very filial, and you are very satisfied with the teacher, why don't you stay for a reunion dinner tonight."

The young man nodded.

"Okay, since the master stayed, how can I, as an apprentice, not do it."

The more Qiu Xingliang looked, the more satisfied he became.

This newly accepted apprentice is called Cheng Xu, which is much better than the one just now, and he is proper in terms of human feelings.

"Then sit down quickly, the meal will be fine for a while, how tired it is to stand."

[I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day, and the little author who can't open the pot kneels down and begs for a gift].