Chapter 29 What's wrong, my eldest lady Ling...
Ling Fuyao opened his eyes in the darkness.
She failed to analyze the 'system' again.
This was not the first time Ling Fuyao failed. During that long period of time, she had analyzed this "system" more than once.
But without exception, those parsings failed.
She couldn't seem to get to the root of it.
At this moment, this thing was lying quietly deep in her sea of consciousness.
She couldn't see what it looked like. There seemed to be a strange light flickering on its shell. If she had to describe it, it was somewhat like the chaotic snow screen in her previous life.
Ling Fuyao only stared at it for a moment, and her brain felt so dizzy that she almost fell to the ground and vomited.
If she looked at it for a while longer, she would start to have hallucinations and even her inner demons would almost come out.
Ling Fuyao looked away.
This thing is very strange. Many of the most basic laws of this world do not apply to it.
It's like it's out of this world.
This reminded Ling Fuyao of the strange thunder and her two disciples - Mo Beixing and Xu Fu.
They don't quite fit in with this world either.
But now they have probably already headed to Tsukishima.
Ling Fuyao thought of Xu Fu.
Although the little ghost's cultivation was not high, he looked very silent and even couldn't walk when he saw the puppy.
But Ling Fuyao knew that he was actually very smart and knew when to advance and retreat. Even in the secret realm of Moon Island, he could protect himself, so she didn't need to worry about that.
Ling Fuyao was actually more worried about Mo Beixing.
She was afraid that her puppy would become so anxious that its fur would fall off, or that the puppy would faint from anger.
It has to be said that she is indeed one of the people who knows Mo Beixing best.
In the void, Ling Fuyao had more time to think about some things.
For example, myself, for example, in the past, for example...Mo Beixing.
As a Mahayana cultivator, Ling Fuyao has a very good memory. As long as she wants, she can even easily recall everything she did and every conversation she had with everyone a thousand years ago today.
But when she recalled the scene when she first met Mo Beixing, she found it a little blurry.
This strange, rule-breaking power seems to be similar to the 'system'.
But the influence of this power was not that strong, and she could still remember it as long as she thought about it carefully.
It seemed to be in a dark, cold and terrifying underground palace.
Ling Fuyao has been practicing for many years and has seen many underground palaces like this, but she still hates this kind of place.
It’s also because in another world, she is a person who is very afraid of ghosts.
She walked in the underground palace, as if she was walking in a nightmare from which she would never wake up.
Suddenly, a white mass caught her attention.
Looking closely, she saw a soft, warm white ball.
Ah, that seems to be a furry puppy.
Ling Fuyao likes puppies very much, but she always feels that she does not have the ability or sense of responsibility to raise a puppy, so even if she sees a cute puppy, she will just look at it and will not really establish a connection with them.
When you form a bond with a puppy, you become responsible for its entire life.
But this time, Ling Fuyao walked forward, stretched out her hands and held the puppy in her arms.
"Will you be my puppy?" she asked softly to the puppy in her arms.
The puppy was so small that even its eyes could barely open. It just swung its round body like a ball and rolled around in Ling Fuyao’s palm: “嘤嘤嘤…”
The newborn puppy's cry was so weak, but it seemed to agree with her request.
Ling Fuyao immediately started laughing. She had some evil intentions and pointed at herself and said to the puppy: "Then I will be your mother from now on."
“Oh…”
"I'll take that you agree. What should I call you? Laicai? Fantuan? Dabai?" Ling Fuyao thought of three classic dog names in one breath.
"嘤嘤嘤......." The puppy was obviously not satisfied with its name. It turned around in Ling Fuyao's hands, leaving only a chubby and furry back to Ling Fuyao.
Ling Fuyao looked at the angry puppy and thought that this was really a difficult puppy to deal with.
He has a really bad temper.
But she still asked patiently: "What are you going to call it?"
"Oh, oh, oh." The puppy pointed at the ground with his front paws, which were so short that they were almost invisible.
Ling Fuyao tried hard to identify his claws, then looked in the direction he pointed and found a small white object.
"Wait, what is this?" She picked up a piece of paper from the ground with some surprise.
Ling Fuyao's cultivation was extremely high, and her spiritual awareness could almost reach the level of automatically detecting the surrounding environment, which meant that it was almost impossible for her to miss anything.
But she didn't see the note just now, which was really strange.
But Ling Fuyao didn't think much about it at that time. Just as Mo Beixing complained about her later, she really didn't think much.
She didn't think about why there was a dog in the underground palace, nor did she think about why she didn't find the note.
She just gently unfolded the note and read: "Mo Beixing?"
The puppy nodded his big chubby head frantically, seeming to be very satisfied with the name.
"Mo Beixing?" Ling Fuyao repeated it again, then frowned. "It sounds so fancy, and doesn't sound like the name of a cute puppy at all. Look how good the rice ball is, and how much it resembles you. It looks delicious at first glance."
"Woof woof, woof, woof!" The puppy expressed strong protest against the name "Fangtuan" and even learned to bark in an emergency.
Ling Fuyao was not an authoritarian parent. She petted the puppy and coaxed, "Okay, okay, then I'll call you Mo Beixing."
"Woof!" The puppy was very satisfied with this.
Just like that, the little dog came to Qingyuan Sect with Ling Fuyao and became her chief disciple.
.......
Ling Fuyao never made any demands on Mo Beixing.
In her opinion, it is enough for a puppy to eat well, sleep well and play well. Work is the job of humans, not the puppy.
Even if Mo Beixing is really a complete loser, she can use the treasures of heaven and earth to force him to reach the God Transformation Stage.
Not only Mo Beixing, Ling Fuyao also had a laissez-faire attitude towards other disciples' cultivation.
After all, cultivating immortals is very dependent on one's character. If she were to force them to do so, those disciples would be doomed to fail to break through.
Ling Fuyao is indeed an extremely open-minded master.
She would give her disciples the best resources. If the disciples came to her, she would teach them and answer their questions, but she would not take the initiative to find her own disciples.
Ling Fuyao’s teaching philosophy has always been: the master leads you to the door, but the practice is up to you.
But Mo Beixing is different. He always has an inexplicable affection for his fellow junior brothers and sisters.
This allows the puppy to take the initiative to take responsibility for taking care of them.
Although this was not his responsibility, after all, there was no rule that required the eldest brother to practice with his younger brothers and sisters.
Therefore, Ling Fuyao always thinks:
Mo Beixing might really be a puppy that looks a lot like a puppy.
After all, although puppies are playful, greedy and naughty, they always fall in love with humans easily.
And Mo Beixing is most likely a puppy who particularly likes humans.
Ling Fuyao, who liked puppies more than humans, sighed softly, hugged the marshmallow-like puppy in his arms, and rubbed his fluffy, lush head.
Mo Beixing is a dog that sheds a lot of hair. If Ling Fuyao hugs him for a while, his body will be covered with dog hair.
But he is still fluffy now, and judging by the looks of it, he will continue to be fluffy in the future.
This made Ling Fuyao, who seemed to be a bald girl many years ago, feel a little envious.
.......
The night before Xu Fu was about to leave for the secret realm of Moon Island, Mo Beixing looked not well.
He was horrified to find that he had lost thirty more hairs today?!
That’s thirty in total!
Mo Beixing is a puppy who takes great care of his hair. He counts the hair he sheds carefully every day.
He would shed 15,342 hairs every day, and at the same time, he would grow 15,342 hairs, not one more, not one less. This balance has lasted for more than a hundred years.
But today, his hair loss has increased?!
This is simply the most terrifying thing in the world for a fluffy little dog whose beauty is in his hair!
He stretched out his short paws, tried to cover his face, and screamed like a groundhog: "Woof woof woof!"
After being frightened, Mo Beixing also thought of the culprit.
After all, the answer is so easy to find!
As soon as he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think of Xu Fu.
Whenever he thought of Xu Fu, Mo Beixing would always think of the way this guy teased him, and then he would cover his head with his paws, or roll on the ground with his little toys in his arms, blushing, and fantasizing about a beautiful story with his junior brother under the moonlight.
In order to make up a better story, he even secretly read many picture books about love.
Of course, he would sometimes think of the ten thousand ways of Xu Fu's death that Ling Fuyao mentioned, and then he would suddenly jump up from the doghouse and walk around anxiously.
This cycle repeats itself over and over again, with mixed feelings of sadness and joy. It would be strange if he didn't lose his hair!
But in order to deal with the culprit, Mo Beixing rushed into Xu Fu's cave like a cannonball and pulled Xu Fu out of the soup, who was soaking more medicinal herbs at the last chance.
"Brother," Xu Fu seemed to be still calm. He looked at Mo Beixing and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Although Mo Beixing jumped up and down and capered when he was a dog, when he really faced Xu Fu, he didn't know what to say.
So, he simply glared at Xu Fu with an angry look and let his junior brother guess what he was thinking.
Xu Fu looked at the chubby-faced Mo Beixing, sighed in his heart, and thought of a sentence:
What's the matter, my lady?
Isn’t his senior a proud and arrogant young lady?
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