Chapter 112

Seeing that the old tree spirit looked like a spirit one moment before, and turned to spit the next moment, Xiao Hua was a little sad and said, "it's all over. Don't be too sad. You'd better go back and watch these wild geese and geese, and cure the fire spirit beryllium beast!"

Xiao Hua's words didn't matter, but also recalled the sad memories of the old tree spirit. He couldn't help but scold: "the fire spirit beryllium beast is not the fire spirit king who has suffered a thousand knives. The fire spirit beryllium beast just wants to be close to him. He actually hurt the fire spirit beryllium beast. It's almost a month. I can't help it. If there is no golden ghost face fungus in yunmengze, the fire spirit beryllium beast will not live "It's too late!"

The more the old tree spirit said, the more angry he was. His dry body trembled rapidly, and the white beard on his illusory face swayed with the wind.

"Golden ghost face fungus?" Xiao Hua's heart moved when he heard that. On the night when he first entered the fairyland, he once met Qingyun leopard beast and dijue bear. Xiao Hua showed up and accidentally smashed a thing about several feet in size covered with golden ghost faces. There was sweet juice in it, which was very good for the healing of the spirit body.

Thinking of this, Xiao Hua quickly took the object out of the space and asked, "old man, are you talking about this thing?"

"Ah?" When the old tree spirit saw it, his face was filled with ecstasy. With a cry of surprise, a dry branch was thrown out of him, and he snatched the things from Xiao Hua's hands, saying, "just This is it

Seeing that the old tree spirit came to rob it, Xiao Hua knew that it was Jinsi guimianjun, so he let the old tree spirit take it away. At this time, he said with a smile: "if that's the case, elder, go to the fire fighting spirit beryllium beast, I'll leave you!"

"Ah..." The old tree saw Xiao Hua turn to go, some anxious, another branch out, pulled Xiao Hua's arm, said, "don't worry, little friend."

"What else can I do for you, master?" Xiao Hua turned his head and said with a smile.

"No It's all right! " The old tree spirit stammered and whispered, "old I'm just a little anxious. Please forgive me. "

"It's all right, it's all right!" Xiao Hua waved his hand and comforted him, "this is something that I get occasionally. It's useless for me to take it. It's best for me to take it to the fire-fighting spirit beryllium beast. After all, it's a life!"

Hearing his eyes brighten, the old tree pulled out another branch, took Xiao Hua's other arm, and said, "you are right! Even if it's a spirit beast, it's a life! So Well, Xiaoyou, you come with me. I can't take your golden ghost noodles for nothing. I'll exchange your money with you. "

"Ha ha, that's not necessary!" Xiao Hua refused, "you'd better keep the money for Huoling beryllium beast."

"Well Then I have some eggs of spirit beasts here. Would you like to choose one or two? " The old tree spirit said again, "I'm not willing to give these spirit beast eggs to others. I just want to give them to you because I'm kind-hearted and kind to spirit beasts."

"Spirit beast egg?" Xiao Hua moved in his heart and asked in a low voice, "do you know how the eggs hatch?"

"Hey, hey..." The old tree listened attentively and said proudly, "the whole Yuanling mountain, all those who know how to hatch the eggs of spirit beasts, I say the second, no one dares to say the first!"

"Hee hee, that's it..." Xiao Hua said with a smile, "I'll go with you. I really have one thing to ask you for help!"

Knowing that he could help Xiao Hua, the old tree spirit was also very happy and said, "little friend, don't call me old master, just ask me to help you!"

"Ha ha..." Xiao Hua said with a smile, "if that's the case, it's better to be obedient than respectful."

"Very good, very good!" The busy old man was very happy. He took the golden ghost fungus and took Xiao Hua to the cliff.

Busy old man had a very good impression of Xiao Hua. As he walked, he said that Xiao Hua had already learned a lot about busy old man just after flying down the cliff. Busy old man is an old tree spirit, needless to say, but this old tree spirit is different from other spirit bodies. He is a spirit body obsessed with cultivation and cherishing the scenery. Busy old man likes monsters very much. When he sees injured monsters that nobody wants, he will adopt them. He also raises some monsters and builds a home for them, which is called spirit animal paradise.

Xiao Hua flew down the cliff with the busy old man, facing an abyss of more than one hundred thousand feet. Under the abyss, there was a strong wind whistling, gusts of wind blowing, and Xiao Hua's unstable baby began to shake.

The busy old man didn't realize it. He pointed to the stone wall in front of him like a mirror and said, "this is my spirit animal paradise. Please come in..."

With that, the spirit of busy old man suddenly rushed in. Xiao Hua was just about to go in, when the old tree spirit suddenly appeared on the cliff with a big smile: "sorry, little friend, I forgot you are a Terran. Just a moment..."

When Xiao Hua heard this, he had to stop. A moment later, on the smooth rock wall, a dead wood appeared. The dead wood exploded from the middle, and layers of grain like tree rings bloomed from the inside out. It was just a few breath. An ancient bamboo door coagulated on the rock wall. With a sound of "Zhila", the bamboo door was pushed open from the inside. An old man stood at the door with a crutch in his hand and said with a smile: "Isn't it true that friends come from afar?"

For a moment, Xiao Hua was full of black lines. He didn't know how to answer. He didn't expect that the busy old man would give him such a hand. However, Xiao Hua thought a little more. He looked at the bamboo gate and said with a smile, "a bamboo gate opens in the mountain. The breeze blows all over the garden. He doesn't ask where the guests come from. The busy old man smiles to welcome the immortal."When Xiao Hua finished, the busy old man was stunned. He looked at Xiao Hua with a pair of withered and yellow eyes turning rapidly. It seemed strange that he was with two dripping bubbles. After a long time, the busy old man hesitated and asked carefully: "little friend, where is this poem written Which sage did it? This How can there be little in this poem What's Xiaoke's name

Xiao Hua was dumbfounded and laughed. He pointed to his nose and replied, "master, this song has just been improvised. It's not the work of sages!"

"What?" The busy old man was surprised and cried, "you This Did you make this poem yourself? This It's impossible

"Ha ha!" Xiao Hua waved his hand casually. His little tail had already been raised and he said, "it's just a doggerel. It's really nothing."

Busy old man's eyes radiated light, straight straight shot a few feet, he really regarded Xiao Hua as heaven and man, a few steps forward, where there is a rare old man's appearance, a pull on Xiao Hua's arm, cried: "sages, ah, there are really sages who can write poetry in this world! I I think all the poems in this world are handed down from ancient times... "

Looking at this old tree spirit who likes to raise demons and loves poetry, Xiao Hua really has a bad feeling. The reason why a human race is a human race is not only the inheritance of flesh and blood, but also the inheritance of poetry and painting, which is different from other races. The cultivation of Confucian etiquette, poetry and noble spirit highlights this inheritance. Let's look at the mainland of Yulin, and the strength of the Confucian school is three points. This is just passable in this respect. Now, in the fairyland, an old man who is not a human race even regards the poetry of the Terran as a treasure. But as a celestial being of the human race, he only puts his practice in mind and abandon the essence of the human race.

However, the thought just flashed away, and Xiao Hua sniggered again: "what's Xiao? This idea should belong to Wenqu. How did it suddenly appear in Xiao's mind? "

"The elder praised me falsely..." Xiao Hua said modestly, "poetry is one of the basic accomplishments of our people, which is nothing."

"Sages Busy old man said decidedly, "don't call me a little elder. In front of sages, the little one is firefly to the bright moon. Let me be ashamed, elder!"

"The elder is wrong again!" Xiao Hua replied, "in our human etiquette, the elder is the elder, and the younger is the younger. It has nothing to do with strength, sages and sages."

Busy old man sighed about the elegance of human etiquette and asked Xiao Hua to enter the bamboo door.

Stepping into the bamboo gate, the scene changes again

"Ga" a clear sound, a crane spirit suddenly rushed over, almost rushed busy old man to a somersault, without waiting for busy old man to say something, the crane spirit has spread its wings, rushed into busy old man's feet and disappeared,. However, just as he turned around, Xiao Hua could see clearly that the wings of the crane like spirit were big and small.

"Xiao Yong..." Busy old man some embarrassed way, "it's just the injury, anxious to go out, I'm afraid he went out and make trouble..."

"Roar..." Busy old man had not finished explaining. On one side of the mountain wall, there was a roar of animals. Immediately, the mountain wall vibrated and some halos flickered.

"Don't worry, don't worry..." Busy old man gave up Xiao Hua and flew over, as if doting on his own children. He said, "I'll let you out right now..."

The old man's withered branch, like his arm, went forward and fell on the stone wall with a faint cyan luster. Where the blue luster fell, an almost withered flower outline came out, and then with a "poof", the flower bloomed, and the stone wall disappeared. There were more than ten monsters in the shape of green tiger. These monsters rushed out one by one, and saw Xiao Hua roaring at him!

"Xiaoqing are not good!" The busy old man waved his arm, and the pale blue cloud silk blocked the monsters. He called out, "this is my guest. I can't wait!"

"Roar..." More than ten green tiger monsters heard this, immediately took in the breath, even the roaring voice is clever too much.

"Go, go..." The busy old man waved his hand again. There was a thick cloud under his feet. He said, "go and have fun. I'll be back soon."

Watching the clouds appear, a group of green tigers and monsters are overjoyed. They rush into it like the wind and disappear.