Chapter 319 Fox Spirit 18
The Heavenly Master looked at Mo Ci's hesitant look, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw and said: "If you don't believe it, you can contact the ancestor Qing Ning."
"He has an agreement with my ancestor to save my Heavenly Master Sect once and for all."
After he said this, Mo Ci couldn't do anything else.
If the cause and effect is not eliminated, Qing Ning may not be able to ascend in this life.
His fingertips gently touched the storage ring, and a sound transmission jade appeared in Mo Ci's hand.
The white light flickered for a moment, and a slightly surprised voice sounded: "Grandfather, you came out of retreat?"
Mo Ci frowned slightly and said lightly: "I heard that you used to have a connection with the Tianshi Sect?" "
What Tianshi Sect?" The voice on the other end was stunned at first, and after a while, he said: "It seems so."
He smiled and said: "Two thousand years ago, when I just came of age and went down the mountain, I met a human. His hair combing skills seemed to be quite good. I heard that he was a disciple of the Tianshi Sect, but now he has ascended for many years."
But two thousand years have passed, and he has no feelings for that person.
"Did you promise him that you would save his disciples once?" Mo Ci asked again.
"Grandfather, did you meet someone from the Tianshi Sect?" Now, Qing Ning finally realized the reason for the ancestor's abnormality.
He said quickly: "It doesn't matter. If they provoke you, you can deal with them as you like. Anyway, I don't have much chance to ascend."
After a pause, he said: "Of course, if the crime is not punishable by death, you can spare his life, which is also a favor to that person."
"Two thousand years ago, adults had to call you ancestor. How old are you, Mo Ci?" At this moment, Gu Li finally reacted to one thing.
She looked at Mo Ci's face that was so tender that it could be pinched out of water, and looked suspicious: "Are you three thousand years old?"
Mo Ci paused and scolded lightly: "Shut up."
People who practice cultivation don't care about age, so why should the little monster ask?
Gu Li: “?”
“What are you shouting about? Are you feeling guilty?”
Mo Ci was amused by her suspicious look: “I have reached the Mahayana stage and my life span is ten thousand years. On the contrary, you are a little monster who doesn’t work hard to cultivate, and your life span is only two hundred years at most. Now who do you think is older between us?”
He can still live for five thousand years!
Gu Li murmured: “It is true that the longer you live, the more shameless you are.”
This ability to change the subject is really the pinnacle.
Mo Ci: “…”
He pinched Gu Li’s neck expressionlessly and shook her back to her original form, and patted her round butt: “You deserve a beating.”
Gu Li: “Old monster, who are you hitting?”
“Huh?”
Qing Ning on the other side: “?”
Who is the ancestor talking to?
In his memory, the ancestor had always been a cold person. It was common for him to not speak for a hundred years when he was unhappy. Now he was talking nonsense to others?
Qing Ning felt embarrassed listening to the ancestor's nonsense.
Whose age is calculated in that way?
You should be honest and say you are as old as you are.
However, the person who can make the ancestor talk nonsense like this must not be an ordinary person.
He grunted for a long time, and finally asked carefully: "Ancestor, did you find a grandmother for Qing Ning?"
In an instant, it was extremely quiet here.
The chubby fox face was wrinkled, and at this moment she finally understood why Mo Ci cared so much about age.
It's true... the three words "grandmother" are really unpleasant to hear. At
this moment, Gu Li felt as if his head was buried in yellow earth, and he only needed the last handful of soil to rest in peace.
"Mind your own business." Mo Ci said coldly, and then cut off the voice transmission jade.
At this moment, the Taoist priest was also frightened by this conversation.
The two thousand year old demon called this man the ancestor, how old is he?
Moreover, Mahayana...
This is a cultivation level that he dared not even dream of.
"Please spare my life!" At this moment, he didn't have any luck in his heart.
With such a great power, no one can stop what he wants to do.
Mo Ci glanced at the man coldly, and a ray of light flickered out from his fingertips.
In an instant, the Taoist realized that all the cultivation he had accumulated over the years had disappeared, and he could no longer feel any spiritual power.
His face turned pale, but he dared not say anything else.
"From today on, every time you kill a demon with evil spirit, your cultivation will increase by one point." Mo Ci said lightly: "But if you kill a good demon by mistake, your cultivation will be completely lost."
Gu Li in Mo Ci's arms couldn't help but shake his tail. This is a good idea.
Let this brainless person bother to distinguish the good and bad demons and restore his cultivation for the sake of cultivation, which is much better than letting him lose his cultivation and practice again.
Sure enough, the old demon is the old demon, and he is really cunning.
Mo Ci's eyelids twitched, and he slapped Gu Li's butt again.
At his level of cultivation, his consciousness has been connected with the sky, and he can instantly perceive what others are thinking about him.
But this little demon didn't even try to hide when he was criticizing him, which really made him hate him.
Glancing at the bandits who were trembling with fear, Mo Ci waved his sleeves and sent these people into reincarnation.
The master was still stunned when he found that the person in front of him had disappeared.
Gu Li was held in the sky by Mo Ci and couldn't help but bury her head in his arms to resist the fierce cold wind: "Where are we going?"
Because her head was buried in his arms, Gu Li's voice was a little muffled, and she looked more and more cute.
Mo Ci pinched her ear and said lightly: "Take you back to Qingqiu."
After this battle, he realized more and more the urgency of letting the little demon work hard to practice.
If he was not with the little demon today, she would probably be in danger.
Thinking of this, Mo Ci couldn't help but slap the butt that felt good.
Little monster, you still don't work hard on your cultivation. You can't do it
again and again. Gu Li endured it the last two times because she saved her life, but this time she really couldn't endure it.
"Mo Ci, you hit me again!" The angry little monster pulled her head out of the arms, stared at Mo Ci angrily with a pair of fox eyes.
She did nothing wrong, why did he hit her?
Mo Ci slowly pushed away the fat face that was against his face with one finger, and said lightly: "What if I hit you?"
He said angrily: "My cultivation is higher than yours, even if I hit you, you have to endure it."
"If you are not convinced, use your cultivation to make me stop."
While speaking, he pinched the base of Gu Li's tail.
Gu Li was so angry that his claws were shaking. He pounced on the man and bit him without a care, muttering "old man", "shameless", "old bastard" and other words that made Mo Ci's face turn blue.
In just half an hour, the two arrived in Qingqiu, but Mo Ci's bun was already shaking and about to fall, and the jade crown was about to fall to the ground with the wind.
"Old... ancestor?" Qing Ning, who wanted to check the closed-door area because of the news about the ancestor, was caught off guard by the ancestor of Langxi.