Talk to The Fox (MTL) [COMPLETED]

8. Slightly soft

The time of the appointment with Ziwei was the moonrise, but she could not wait for that time, the sun passed by the bamboo house as soon as the sun went down.

The new residence was very close, and it only took half a stick of incense. When she arrived, Ziwei was meeting a guest.

The person who came was a tall and thin old man with a black Taoist robe, flaming tail feathers tattooed on the cuffs, and a pair of shrewd eyes.

"Seeing that Dao Chang has passed the life and death calamity, the old man is relieved. I wonder if that little guy Bi Fang has disturbed your rest?"

"Elder Xie is worried." Zi nodded slightly and said warmly, "Although Bi Fang is young, he is very affectionate and not stubborn. The fire in his body has already dissipated eight points."

The old man smiled and had some tentative intentions, "I don't know how long the skill can be restored. Recently, the demons have been in chaos and Shushan has fallen. I sent some disciples over, but unfortunately they are not good at learning, and they can't even figure out the way of Chi Yuan."

This should be the elder of the Huang clan in Xuanyuan Mountain, the rumored residence of Bi Fangniao.

These people all spoke the same way. They only sent some outer sect disciples over, and they didn't want to take the elites in the pavilion. Of course, they couldn't touch the clothes of the demons.

"Who is there!" The old man shouted sharply, stabbing the jade stick in her direction.

"It's me!" Chu Fan said quickly.

Although the stick stopped, the pressure was still there, Chu Fan couldn't stand it, and there was a trace of blood in his throat.

"My swordsman." Ziwei put down the cup, his sleeves swayed, and the Kunlun sword flew into Chu Fan's arms, leaning against Bai Ze, with a bright radiance.

He first glanced at Chu Fan, and then said to the old man, "I have heard about the demons, and this is the reason for the opening of the Kunlun barrier."

Elder Xuanyuan glanced at the white gauze on his arm, a little surprised: "Has the Taoist master's skill recovered?"

Ziwei only said warmly, "Come soon."

A smile appeared on the old man's face, "Then I can rest assured. The Taoist priest should pay attention to his body. The demons are stronger than last time."

He asked a few more words, glanced at Chu Fan seemingly inadvertently, and then turned around and went down the mountain.

As soon as he left, Bi Fangniao flew out of the darkness and said sullenly, "Sir, did this old man speak ill of me again?"

Ziwei ignored him and said to Chu Fan, who was leaning against the corner, "Come here."

Chu Fan stepped forward and handed him the Kunlun Sword in his arms. Ziwei confiscated it and only whispered: "You take it first, it can help you nurture your soul, and you don't have to fear the coercion of others."

No wonder the feeling of heart palpitations disappeared as soon as the Kunlun Sword entered his arms.

"But... isn't Jian Xiu's sword very important?"

Chu Fan often dealt with the group of sword cultivators in Shushan. It is reasonable to say that he has read countless swords, but from childhood to adulthood, the only sword he has ever touched is Bai Ze.

Ziwei paused for a while, then said slowly, "I'm not a sword cultivator."

Chu Fan nodded in understanding.

She was holding two swords, heavy, but she felt a little inexplicably happy in her heart, and she rolled up her sleeves a lot lighter, "Can we start?"

The girl's voice was clear and clear, the loose robe was slightly pulled, and the blue shirt was slightly pulled, revealing the fair skin on the wrist.

The wrists were shrouded in the shadow of the sleeves, revealing only a weak and boneless white, wisps and wisps, with a slight softness, and a sweetness that penetrates the bones.

She is thin and frail, and she is incomparably weak, but her eyes are dark and clear, with thick eyelashes that bend downward, as if she could leap out of a star.

Ziwei's fingertips paused, "Bi Fang, go out."

After Bi Fang heard it, he fluttered his wings, stayed for a long time, and finally flew out.

It's not something he should worry about.

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Chu Fan was a little surprised.

Before, she had always defaulted to helping the child break the barrier, which was no different from being a blood slave in Shushan. At most, she bleed more blood, which she felt was a good deal.

Anyway, didn't think so.

After Ziwei opened the five senses, the tail of the silver hair was dyed a touch of blue, the red mark between the eyebrows became more and more scorching, and the eyes were blue and different, like a different person.

He leaned over and held her wrist, his throat rolled, "Are you afraid?"

He leaned over, the outer gauze fell to his knees, and the white gauze that was tied had loosened, revealing the dark red Sanskrit script on his arms, floating with light, as if it was deeply embedded in the pale and powerful muscles.

Ziwei got very close, even closer than when he tasted blood for the first time, looking at her, his eyelashes were so thick that they seemed to pop out, and the tips of his eyes were hooked upwards, drawing people's hearts and souls.

Chu Fan was stunned for a moment, looking at the faint fire in his pupils, he opened his mouth timidly.

"You, aren't you human?"