You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 444 Teacher Tony and He Niaoniao

"The powder of the remaining scales of the mirage dragon. With the help of this powder, he escaped from Yingxu under the eyes of many peerless people. But before he could catch his breath, the remaining scales of the mirage dragon had a fatal attraction to the monsters, so he jumped into the water tank!"

Seeing Fuxue's thoughtful look, Changqing felt embarrassed to put away the water jar.

"Peak Master, the powder is extremely beneficial to demon beasts. It can even purify the blood of spirit beasts. This is a good thing. How about... giving it to you?"

"Are you giving me your bath water?"

Fuxue was a little disgusted, but quickly stretched out his hand and the water turned into mist and flowed into the village, like morning mist.

In the end, only a handful of colorful scale powder was left in Fuxue's hand.

"That's pretty much it!"

The powder was collected by Xue, leaving Changqing standing there blankly with a water jar in his arms, like the stupid son of a landlord.

Returning to the front yard, he could not bear to look at Changqing's beggar-like attire, so he had to go in to change clothes. Then he looked around Fuxue's home, a house made of adobe, with a wooden bed covered with hay, a wooden table, a dim oil lamp, some yellowed hemp paper, and several pottery bowls and pots.

This is where Fuxue has lived for all these years. It is very simple, but also gives people a sense of security.

After changing clothes, Fuxue stood beside Changqing and told Changqing to sit on a bench that was at the height of his calf.

The wooden hairpin was removed, and Changqing's hair fell to the ground. The sunlight was shining brightly, and Fuxue was somewhat obsessed with the long green and shiny hair.

"How many girls would be jealous of you if you had this long hair~"

Fuxue took out a pair of scissors filled with spiritual power and began to help Changqing tidy up her long hair.

Chang Qing didn't know what level Tony, the teacher from the other world, was at, but he thought that women's aesthetic taste was always better than his own.

"Peak Master, you have been here all these years and have not gone back?" Chang Qing asked about what had happened over the years.

There was a crackling sound, and Fuxue nodded and said:

"Well, after I said goodbye to you, I immediately went to the spaceship workshop of Xuanyang Tower. But that day I met a little girl who was abducted. Seeing the little girl being taken away by a group of vicious monks, I couldn't bear it, so I killed those people, then escaped and followed the little girl back here."

"When I went to Xuanyang Tower again, a mirage dragon covered the sky. I felt that the place had been blocked and the entry and exit inspections were extremely strict.

Helplessly, I returned here again. Fortunately, everything here is fine. After finding the little girl's parents, I settled down with their help. Miraculously, the impetuous spirit in my heart settled down here, so that I saw the threshold of the Kaihua realm~"

"What happens next?" Chang Qing asked.

"After that, the night inspections at Xuanyang Building became much more relaxed, but I didn't want to go back that much. Do you know why that group of people wanted to capture that little girl?"

"The monks capture ordinary people for two reasons: one is to make them slaves or concubines, and the other is to practice evil techniques. As for the third reason, there must be something about this child that is attractive enough to make it worthwhile. Either he has outstanding spiritual roots or he has some other kind of talent." Chang Qing analyzed.

"Not bad. I haven't seen you for a few years, but my brain hasn't gotten rusty. You guessed it right. That little girl has no spiritual roots, but she is born with a water spirit body. She has no spiritual roots because she has spiritual roots herself!

It took me a long time to realize it, so I accepted the little girl as my personal disciple and settled down here. In addition to practicing, I also farmed and grew crops. Time passed very quickly, and I didn’t expect that six years would pass in a flash~"

"It's just the way fate plays tricks on us." Chang Qing sighed.

"After all these years, you are still stuck at the ninth level of Pi Hai. It seems that your plan is not as easy as it sounds. Now even my disciples are about to surpass you~"

The broken hair fell to the ground, and six years have passed in a flash~

"In fact, these years have not been that difficult. I slept for several years, and after waking up, I had forgotten the time. I did some things and endured some time. I didn't break through because I was afraid that those peerless people on duty would find my location through the thunder tribulation~"

"Six years. If you think about it, your sacrifice is huge."

Fuxue's hands, who were cutting the hair, froze. Changqing actually made it sound so light-hearted.

"I've also been to Yingxu, where there are always guards. I didn't know whether you escaped or not. From what you said, you just escaped? After careful investigation, how did you escape?"

"The person on duty found a flaw and took the opportunity to escape..."

Changqing recounted the scene of his escape, talking about being discovered, escaping by disguising himself, being noticed, and escaping at the last moment before his body skills were raised. Everything was so thrilling, but Changqing still briefly narrated it.

The two fell silent, with only the sound of the scissors snapping echoing.

Nothing seems so easy, but everything goes on.

Then the scissors stopped making noises, and Fu Xue's voice came: "Okay, take a look."

"The peak master personally repaired the crown for his disciple, so I think his craftsmanship must be excellent."

Changqing took out a hair crown and simply tied up her hair, half of it tied up and half loose, so that it fell just at the back, which looked really great.

"You just escaped, you are exhausted both physically and mentally, you should rest for a while. Besides, since you escaped, Xuanyang Tower might be blocked again, you should stay for a few days and see what happens."

Fu Xue said, sweeping up the hair on the floor, and said with some regret: "Such good hair, it's a pity that it was cut too loose, and I can't sell it for a good price~"

This tone doesn't seem like that of a cultivator at all, but more like that of an ordinary person.

Yawning, Changqing flew to the roof, lay down on the thatched grass, and basked in the sunshine comfortably. He had been in the dark for too long, and now he was looking at the sunshine with great longing, as if he wanted to make up for the lost sunlight.

His eyelids were so heavy, so heavy that Changqing didn't know when he closed them.

A warm dream relaxed Changqing's tense nerves. Changqing hadn't dreamed for a long time, but he never expected that he would have a dream today. In the dream, he turned back into a child, riding on Jiaocang, holding a wooden stick, and talking about his dream of being a hero.

Until a crisp child's voice came into his ears and woke him up: "Big brother, big brother, are you my master?"

Changqing woke up from his sleep. The sky had turned dim. Under the house, a child about ten years old with two pigtails looked at Changqing curiously.

I guess this is Fuxue's direct disciple.

He jumped off the roof, squatted down, and looked at the little girl who was only half his height. Chang Qing cleared his throat and said, "You are He Niaoniao?"

"I'm He Niaoniao, are you my master?" The little kid emphasized the word "father".

"You think that Master's husband is the 'father' you are talking about? That's not right. You can call him Uncle Master."

"Oh~" The little girl counted on her fingers obediently and wrote down Changqing's name.

Changqing was close and felt it deeply. Fuxue had not boasted before. It was really terrifying that such a young kid had the strength of the peak of Yanluo Realm.

Chang Qing was amazed at He Niaoniao's talent, and even more amazed at the fickleness of fate.

"Are you the uncle?"

Chang Qing smiled and shook his head gently, "No, come to think of it, we are of the same generation, you can call me Senior Brother, and now your master is not married yet! Don't call me that randomly in the future, understand?"