Chapter 1： no longer alone

I'm not alone after Chapter 1

The northernmost part of the Flower Country, Quanyuan Town, Phoenix Mountain.

This is a place that has been neglected for a long time, but it is also far away from industrial pollution and maintains its original beauty.

The forests and seas are green, birds are singing and flying, and the streams are gurgling.

In front of a new grave halfway up the mountain, a five- or six-year-old girl was kneeling there, her watery eyes glowing red, blinking, trying to force back the tears that overflowed from her eyes.

"Master, don't worry, the disciples will follow your teachings carefully, make money and pay off debts, and carry forward the mantle of Taoism."

kowtowed again, and the little girl took the things her master left her to prepare to go down the mountain.

A Taoist robe wraps his small body, with two plaited braids on his head, and swaying slightly with the movements of the pair of short legs, it looks extremely agile.

At this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded.

"...After so many years, I finally met a person with amazing roots, enough to wake me up."

Nian Nian paused, and looked around with round eyes.

"Who is talking?" Her voice was still milky.

"I'm in your ring."

Niannian quickly looked down at her neck, the master ring that the master left her was too big, so she could only hang it around her neck.

A faint light flashed, and suddenly there was a spherical object on the ground, it was a real ball.

Niannian squatted down and poked her finger curiously, "You were talking just now? Why are you in my ring?"

"I am the spirit in this ring. I have been sleeping since I was injured. Only people with excellent roots can wake me up. I have waited for five hundred years, and finally I have waited for you. You will be my master from now on."

"I?"

Fatty Bai pointed at himself, and Nian Nian tilted his head in surprise.

She has followed her master to practice Taoism since she was a child. She knows a lot and has seen a lot. Naturally, she is not afraid of magical things like artifact spirits, but she is a little surprised.

"Hee hee, I didn't expect that just after the master left me, you would come to be my company, and I will not be alone in the future."

Nian Nian poked the weapon spirit again, "Can you become anything else? You are like this, I don't know where to talk to you."

"Okay, what kind of form does the master like?" Item Spirit is very good at talking.

"Are ferrets okay? The master said ferrets are beautiful."

In a twinkling of light, the ball turned into a snow-white ferret, but it was a little small, like a cub.

"so cute."

Niannian picked up the ferret with a bright smile on her fleshy face.

"Master, I am an artifact spirit and a system, carrying all the culture of the Northern Taoist school, but my strength has not recovered yet, for the time being you can only use one function."

As soon as the ferret finished speaking, a pink and tender machine appeared on a flat road ahead. It was twice as tall as Nian Nian. There were many boxes in various shapes. Eye.

"What's this?"

"The shape of the system can also be changed. I just used some strength to search for things in this era and found that this doll machine is very popular with children, so I transformed the system into this, you just need to shake the lever, Grab the contents and put them in this place, let it fall, and the contents of this box will belong to you."

Nian Nian's eyes lit up, and she became very interested in this thing called a doll machine. She hurriedly stepped forward and shook the lever as the ferret said.

"Why doesn't it move? Is it broken?"

Or is she too strong?

She withdrew her hand and tugged at the robe on her body helplessly.

She didn't do it on purpose, she had tried her best to control her strength.

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