.

The blood on the opened snow-white hand was dazzling.

"Daddy."

She stretched out her blood-stained hands in fear, and looked at Immortal Emperor Guangling with red eyes.

Guangling Xianjun was laughing, but he wanted to ask  what his fat girl thought of him jokingly.

There was a futon nest on the edge of the mountain.
Could it be that his daughter is a father stone on the edge of the mountain every day?

It's just that before he spoke his jokes, he met a fox cub with tears in her eyes.

"Ah, it's fine, it's just a minor injury." 

This kind of minor injury meant nothing to Immortal Guangling, but it actually made the fox cub in his arms burst into tears.

Although Guangling Xianjun thought it was interesting at first, but seeing Zhizhi choking and crying, he felt a little subtle in his heart, as if he should not scare his timid fat girl.

Zhizhi has been very happy since coming to his side.

It was the first time he saw her cry. Moreover, this feeling is not as insignificant as he thought.

The fox cub, who was crying and timid, did not dare to cry loudly, made Immortal Guangling feel uncomfortable.

...reluctant to make her sad.

This is a rare reluctance felt by Immortal Guangling, who has always been heartless and doesn't care about the feelings of others.

Unfamiliar feelings didn't bother him.

After thinking hard, he first wiped Zhizhi's hands clean, and then pretended to put an unknown elixir into his mouth.

"I've eaten the medicine pill. Look, everything is fine."

 Immortal spirit qi spread out, wandering around his body repeatedly, and a long and narrow scar on his back flashed a line of aura.

Soon, when all the wounds were healed, Immortal Guangling said with a smile to the little guy who choked at him, 

"Don't worry, it's really healed. If you don't believe me, take a look again?"

"Uncomfortable."  Zhizhi felt Very distressed.

When she saw that her father was injured, she felt more sad than she was injured.

Although after listening to Daddy's words, she leaned on his shoulder and touched his back, and the wound was indeed gone, but she still had lingering fears.

Even if he recovered, her father was still injured.

The little guy was lying on her father's arms in fear, pulling his shirt with her little hands and choked up,

"Bad."

I don't know who hurt her father. But that must be the bad guy.

Guangling Xianjun sighed, not knowing how to coax his daughter, so he could only tip her chubby little body and lift it up high.

In the past, Zhizhi must have been so happy that her tail would be raised. But now, her tail was hanging straight down with a slump. 

Listless.

"It's really okay. Really... why are you so timid? feel so sorry for your father ?" 

Seeing the little guy wipe her tears with his fingers pitifully, her fat tail carefully wrapped around his wrist as if afraid that he would disappear, Guangling Xianjun has never seen such a soft little thing.

The monks of their line have always shed blood but not tears.

But he didn't hate this feeling of being carefully and distressed, and he felt that his daughter really loved him very much, and he was in a good mood.

Worried that the fox cub would cry into tears, Immortal Guangling raised his arm and let Zhizhi lie on his shoulder to confirm his wound. The fairy clothes on his body shattered into a large piece, revealing his skin.

At this moment, the skin is smooth and clear, and it has indeed healed.

But Zhizhi still couldn't help lying on his shoulder, and touched his recovered skin again.

Blood stains remained on the skin, shocking.

" touched it, watched it, you see, okay?"

"But Daddy must have been in pain just now." Zhizhi said in a low voice, "Bad!"

She hugged Daddy's neck tightly, red With tears in her eyes, she pouted her mouth to blow on her father.

Immortal Guangling felt the love of his daughter, and was a little proud, and raised his eyebrows to look at the disciple standing beside him.

After a few days away, he was still the most important person in Fox Cub's heart.

The two brothers are incomparable.

"Master." 

Seeing that the father and daughter were tired and crooked for a long time, Zhizhi finally nestled in the arms of Immortal Emperor Guangling, as if afraid of losing him, her small arms held him tightly and refused to let go, and it was difficult to calm down. Now, Lin Qingya walked over with a dignified expression and asked softly, 

"Master suddenly returned to the sect because he was injured in the Immortal Mansion?"

Immortal Lord Guangling is one of the strongest immortal ranks in this world, and the only one who can match him is Taiyi Zong's Immortal Lord Yiyang.

However, although these two immortals are not very harmonious with each other and do not look good to each other, they are not enemies, and there is no possibility of doing it.

changing to other cultivators, who can hurt Guangling Immortal Monarch in this world?

Therefore, he could only be injured in the ancient immortal mansion, perhaps because of some organ that touched the ancient immortal.

But that Immortal Mansion is so dangerous?

Moreover, it was so dangerous that with Immortal Guangling's willful and reckless temperament did not continue to explore the immortal mansion and demolished the broken place after being injured, but hurriedly returned to the sect with the injury?

He couldn't help but worry. afraid that Immortal Guangling will have other injuries.

Zhizhi was ignorant, but looked at her father nervously.

Guangling Xianjun waved his hand and said, 

"The immortal mansion is nothing, there is no danger. I came back early because I found something good in it."

He walked into the main hall with his daughter, who was close to him and looked at the fox cub who was clinging to him, as if a bean bag stuck to him. 

 A very beautiful flower.

This flower has seven petals and seven colors. It is gorgeous and extraordinary. The colors are distinct. One petal is overlapped, and the center of the stamen is crimson. As soon as it is taken out, it exudes a dense fairy spirit.

Seeing this seven-color flower, Lin Qingya squinted his eyes for a while, and asked hesitantly, 

"Is this the rumored seven-color blood refining grass?"

 The name is grass, but it is actually a very beautiful flower.

Zhizhi buried her head in her father's neck, suddenly twitched her little neck, and took the time to take a look.

This pretty flower had an inexplicable fascination with her. But even so, it's not as important as her father.

After just one look, the little guy didn't give another look, and buried the chubby face in her father's neck where there was still a strong breath.

Seeing her disdain for this seven-color flower, as if her father was more important than the seven-color flower in her heart, Immortal Guangling wanted to laugh again.

He stretched out his hand and poked Zhizhi's forehead.

Feeling Daddy's happy mood, the fox cub immediately posted with him happily, and the father and daughter got into a crooked mess.

Lin Qingya's expression softened slightly after seeing that Immortal Guangling did not deny the name of the seven-colored flower, and said in a low voice, 

"So it is." 

He couldn't complain that Immortal Guangling suddenly returned to the sect because it was for this seven-colored blood-refining grass. It sounds like a common name, but this spirit grass is now almost extinct in the cultivation world.

Rare, precious.

The most important thing is that this blood refining grass has the most wonderful use for demon cultivators, or the mixed descendants of humans and demon cultivators.

The blood of the demon race is domineering, and it is born as a hybrid of the general blood of the human race. Enter.

It is even more likely that the blood of some demon races after the mixed blood is too domineering, causing shock damage to the weaker body of the pure blood demon race, which is not as strong as the pure blood demon race, and makes people debilitating.

The blood refining grass can balance the bloodline conflict of mixed blood, and... the so-called blood refining is to refine the blood of the demon.

Most of the demon clan in the cultivation world have mottled demon blood. If you take the blood refining grass, you can purify the blood, and there is a certain chance that the blood will return to the ancestors and reproduce the pure blood of the ancient demons.

Moreover, it can also refine flesh and blood, making it a powerful monster.

This is the most desired holy product for the yao clan and the mixed descendants of the demon clan.

But it is precisely because of this that since ancient times, blood refining grass has long been collected by those yaoxiu in the cultivation world.

Therefore, the blood refining grass has become the "legendary" blood refining grass, which is almost extinct.

If it were in the past, such a seven-color blood refining grass would be useless to the lineage of Guangling Xianjun. Although it is precious, even if it is at the feet of Guangling Xianjun's master and apprentice, they may not take a second look.

But who made them have a fox cub in their line now.

Lin Qingya rarely felt that his master was reliable, and even knew that after getting the seven-color refining blood grass, he did not continue to make wave outside, but returned to the sect as soon as possible.

He couldn't help but smile on his face, and said with a bit of joy, 

"This is of great benefit to Zhizhi."

If Zhizhi can digest the blood refining grass, he can purify the blood, strengthen the body and meridian flesh and blood, and balance the root bone. , so that her body will not become a cage and an obstacle for the blood of the yao race, and she will naturally be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort in the future.

What's more, although the blood of the fox clan has always been peaceful, Zhizhi, this little mixed-race, doesn't have to worry about any strange diseases caused by the overbearing yao blood, which can be prevented before it happens.

Eating the Blood Refining Grass is of great benefit to her.

"You and Zhizhi have a good relationship." 

A few days after he left, Lin Qingya opened his mouth to Zhizhi and closed his mouth to Zhizhi, and now he is still thinking of her sincerely.

Guangling Xianjun raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Lin Qingya said frankly, 

"Zhizhi is like the disciple's sister."

"I still think she is my daughter." 

Guangling Xianjun moved the corners of his mouth, because the fox cub was lying beside him, just in the A belly murmured.

"Eat it." 

He handed the seven-color blood refining grass to Zhizhi.

"Is it because it hurt Daddy?" 

Zhizhi whispered, twisting her chubby hand.

"If so, you won't eat it?" Guangling Xianjun teased her.

"That's also something to eat. Otherwise, it would be a waste of daddy's heart for me. But even if I eat it, I still hate it." 

Daddy's heart can't be wasted, and the little guy fondly touched the back of Immortal Guangling. He said back, "Dad should remember it from now on, and don't run into danger for Zhizhi again. Compared with Daddy, Zhizhi doesn't want anything."

She felt warm in her heart again.

Because dad always thinks about her when he goes out, misses her.

"You are already the best daddy." 

She took the seven-colored flower and said aggrievedly while gnawing her mouth.

"Got it, got it." 

This little thing couldn't lift its tail because of his own injury, and Immortal Lord Guangling messed up his daughter's braid.

After a pause, he turned to his daughter's little head and glanced at it again, his eyes fixed on the delicate and beautiful braid for a moment, then he suddenly hummed and looked at Lin Qingya, who was smiling silently.

He stretched out his hand to Lin Qingya.

Lin Qingya sighed and handed the jade slip with his hairmake record to his master, and asked, 

"How did the master get injured?" 

It didn't look like it was because he got the seven-color blood refining grass that triggered some mechanism.

Guangling Xianjun took the jade slip, casually played with it at his fingertips, and suddenly sneered.

"Yiyang did it," he said.

Lin Qingya raised his eyes and looked at this handsome man with a half-smile in surprise.

"The Immortal Lord Yiyang of Taiyizong?"

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