As her eighteenth birthday was getting closer and closer, Yan Xiaomo had no intention of practicing, and was devoted both physically and mentally to how to conquer Zhuang Zhou and improve his favorability towards her.
But she often didn't see Zhuang Zhou, but she was caught and teased by two crooked masters.
On this day, Yan Xiaomo went to the fairy garden to pick spiritual herbs as usual, but before entering the fairy garden, she happened to meet the romantic uncle Xuanyuan Jing at the door.
Yan Xiaomo just pretended not to see it and wanted to cross Xuanyuan Jing and go to the fairy garden.
"Xiao Benzhu, why are you always lowering your head?
It's really sad that you don't say hello when you see your uncle."
Uncle Fengliu blocked Yan Xiaomo's path and gently picked up the feather fan in his hand.
Look at Yan Xiaomo's pointed chin.
During this period, Xiao Benzhu seemed to be disgusted with him, which made Xuanyuan Jing feel uneasy.
He who usually wandered around the flowers suddenly lost interest in the flowers, and all he could think about was Xiao Benzhu's little face.
People who cultivate immortality must be pure in heart and have few desires, and they must not have heavy emotions, but he doesn't think so.
The road to immortality is long, and it wouldn't be boring if he was always alone.
He really can't be a ruthless person.
Perhaps it is for this reason that it is difficult for him to achieve breakthroughs in cultivation.
But so what, the journey to becoming an immortal is long, and with his strength, he cannot stay at this stage forever.
"Hello, uncle."
Yan Xiaomo twitched the corner of her mouth, her voice was casual, and she looked into those beautiful eyes and secretly cursed the monster in her heart.
In the world of cultivating immortals, there are many beauties, and the three Taoist Masters of Tianshan Sect are all rare beauties.
There is Taoist Tianyuan who is romantic and evil, there is Taoist Ziyang who is as cold as ice, and there is Taoist Wushuang who is as gentle as jade on the surface but extremely dark on the inside. respect.
"Little Benzhu, aren't you happy to see your uncle?"
Xuanyuan Jing unfolded his folding fan, and raised the corners of his mouth, half-smiling.
"Xiaozhu is very happy, uncle.
Xiaozhu is going to pick spiritual grass.
Please make way, uncle."
Yan Xiaomo forced out a smile, which was very forced.
She thought she would have to argue with Xuanyuan Jing before he would give way, but she didn't expect that he would let her go without teasing her, which made Yan Xiaomo take another look.
"Xiao Benzhu took one more look at his uncle, was he fascinated by his face?"
Xuanyuan Jing gave a pretentious smile, still in a teasing tone, but there was something more that Yan Xiaomo couldn't detect.
Seeing Xuanyuan Jing's appearance like this, Yan Xiaomo was really shaken.
This man is definitely the kind of man who can be attacked by both men and women.
Damn it, what are you thinking about?
Yan Xiaomo shook away the random thoughts in his mind.
Yan Xiaomo came back to her senses and hurried into the fairy garden, reciting the Qingxin Mantra in her heart a dozen times.
Xuanyuan Jing leaned lazily at the entrance of the fairy garden, looking at the fleeing figure, the corners of his mouth curved deeply, but his eyes were full of endearment.
Why didn't I realize that this little stupid bamboo was so cute before?
She was such a treasure.
She was like a poppy.
Once you get it, it's hard to quit.
Yan Xiaomo went to look for the spiritual grass by herself this time.
After all, Xuanyuan Jing was watching her at the door.
She couldn't let the little fairy boy look for it, otherwise it would be a joke to him.
He didn't even recognize the spiritual grass.
However, Yan Xiaomo still thought highly of herself.
She really didn't know any spiritual grass.
After searching twice, Yan Xiaomo saw a glowing spiritual grass.
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She felt that this was the spiritual grass she was looking for, so she stretched out her hand.
I went to pull it out, but I didn't expect that the skin of my finger was cut by the spiritual grass before it was pulled out. oshow7: