The night is like ink, and the clear moon is like snow.

Outside the cave, Yang Que sat on the edge of a cliff, looking at the sea of ​​clouds and thinking about his thoughts.

What happened during the day came clearly in his mind at this moment, and the disciples' ridiculous eyes and sarcastic words also echoed in his ears and would not go there for a long time.

Now, in the eyes of the entire sect, he has lost all his meridians, cannot perform any martial arts, and can't even practice again in the future, and has become a waste. After the year trial, he will be completely eliminated as a personal disciple, and his future will be clear at a glance. He may be a servant who cleans the cell for life.

In their eyes, his destiny has long been destined.

The cool night breeze swept by, and the bright moon among the clouds seemed ashamed and happy.

Yang Que's mouth bent slightly, revealing a meaningful sarcasm. With a turn of his hand, the golden cauldron appeared in the palm of his palm.

"If it weren't for it, maybe my destiny would have been really destined."

Under the bright moonlight, the small tripod was floating in his palm, turning slowly, silently.

"Huh?" Yang Que's eyes lit up slightly, and his eyes were fixedly looking at the small tripod. The tripod was originally empty, but now there are many lights like golden flowers inside, which are very similar to the sunlight collected from plants and zombies in his previous life, with dozens of them.

"This is..." Yang Que was surprised, stretched out his fingers and gently tapped one of the golden flowers. He felt the fingertips heat up, and the golden flowers gradually melted, and at the same time, a very familiar fire penetrated into his body along the fingertips.

"Not good!" He suddenly thought that his body had experienced two violent heat. The scorching energy brought by this golden flower was exactly the same as the energy of the riot at that time, and it was not bad at all. It was completely the same energy!

At this time, he vaguely understood that his body might have been changed by these energy.

"Hey, it seems nothing is wrong." Just as he was worried that his body would be in a sudden heat again, the scorching breath transformed from the golden flower suddenly turned into a pure and vast magic power, which merged into his dantian without any discomfort.

After a moment, he felt normal and had no reaction. Fang really let out a sigh of relief.

The golden light in the small tripod sways slightly, like mini sunflowers, swaying in the wind, and the golden light shines, which is very cute.

Yang Que counted carefully and removed the one he had absorbed, and there were still twelve golden flowers left in it.

"Although these lights can subsidize the magic power in the body, there are only twelve ones. What should I do if I use it up?" Yang Que thought of the use of these golden flowers. Although he was surprised, he was also a little worried.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly thought of an important question: Where did the golden flowers in the small tripod come from? It turned out that there was nothing inside.

Could it be... Xiaoding himself produced? Yang Que suddenly thought of a possibility. If these golden flowers were really produced by Xiaoding himself, would it be regenerated after use?

If these golden flowers are inexhaustible and use them, then don’t you have endless magic power to display?

Thinking of this possibility, Yang Que's heart suddenly became excited. He looked at Xiaoding for a few seconds, and with a thought moved, he took it back into his body.

If all the previous ideas come true, then this small tripod is definitely a priceless treasure and must not be shown to others.

The moon hides in the clouds, and the night becomes thicker and thicker.

With all his thoughts in mind, Yang Que entered the cave and lay on the stone bed, reclining his eyes and pondering.

Although he was not sleepy, he did not dare to practice.

Because he had a sleep with his junior sister, his cultivation level had reached the peak of the first level of spiritual communication, and he was only one step away from breaking through. When he first came to this cave, he had tried it with a quick try and practiced according to the skills he remembered, trying to break through to the second level in one fell swoop. However, at every critical moment, he suddenly felt the heat in his body, and his whole body was as red as charcoal, and he was about to burst his body.

More importantly, at that time, he suddenly wanted women very much. He could even feel that if there were no women, he would have to persist in breaking through, and he would have exploded and died!

Thinking of the scene when the junior sister Qiang and Baojiu had advanced to the point of cultivation, he vaguely guessed that because Xiaoding transformed his body, his future cultivation might require the help of a woman. Without a woman, he might not be able to go further in his life.

Although I felt that Xiao Ding was cheating, I thought that my body was originally blocked and I was almost a useless person. But now, compared with it, I can practice and use martial arts, so I am naturally much stronger, but the conditions are a bit strange.

"Now, the most urgent task is to find a wife as soon as possible, otherwise I will be a useless person who cannot practice." Yang Que said secretly.

However, thinking about his current situation, he frowned again.

The traitor who cleans the cell, the waste who cannot practice, cannot perform any martial arts, and has no ability to protect himself at all. Which woman is willing to sleep with him as his wife?

...

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunshine cleared the sea of ​​clouds and fell in front of Yang Que's cave, Yang Que had already gotten up and went out.

The work of a mailbox has finally begun.

Yang Que carried a large wooden bucket of water and a broom, and was indifferent to the prison cell.

The disciple guarding the cell looked at him with a strange expression, without asking or saying hello. When he went in, he felt ridiculed and secretly contemptuous.

Yang Que entered the dark cell, placed the bucket and broom on the ground, took off the keys at his waist, and began to open the first cell.

Yesterday, Zhou Meiqi had already told me that every prison room should be cleaned to prevent these tycoons from being weak, suffering from illness, and lacking the value of exploitation.

Knowing that these fairies had no power to resist, Yang Que was not afraid, so he opened the first prison room, picked up the broom, and walked in.

However, the monster inside made him slightly stunned. He turned out to be a white, tender and chubby baby.

At this time, the baby was listless, half open his eyes, did not cry, nor looked at Yang Que, lowered his head, as if he was thinking about things.

Yang Que looked at him curiously, but he didn't know what kind of fairy he was. Just as he was about to clean the cell, the baby suddenly raised his head and looked at him, and said crisply: "Brother, I feel in pain. Give me a drink of spiritual water. I can give you my head."

After saying that, before Yang Que could answer, the baby suddenly grabbed his head with a pair of white and tender little hands, twisted it gently, and with a crisp "click", the round head fell off his neck.

He held his head in both hands and handed it to Yang Que, saying, "Give it, brother, eat it." This voice came from his headless neck.

Yang Que was startled, took a step back, looked at the head in his hand carefully, and Fang said carefully: "I don't have spiritual water, I'm just a servant who cleans the cell."

Spiritual water is specially used to relieve the pain caused by the Yin Evil Qi in the bodies of these fairies. Every once in a while, special disciples come to give them a sip to avoid them from dying from suffering.

"Oh." The baby heard Yang Que's answer, and he was not disappointed at all. He put his head back and pressed it on his neck, and continued to lower his head to think about things.

Yang Que stared at its neck and saw that it was as intact as before, as if it had never been broken. He couldn't help but be curious and said, "What kind of fairy are you?"

The baby lowered his head and said, "Ginseng Essence."

"No wonder." Yang Que nodded, suppressed many questions in his heart, and began to clean the prison.

In the second prison room, a donkey monster was imprisoned. When Yang Que opened the prison room, it showed obvious panic. However, after seeing Yang Que's appearance, it breathed a sigh of relief and murmured: "Luckily it's not her..." Then it closed its eyes and ignored it.

Seeing that it was listless and ugly, Yang Que seemed to be unwilling to pay attention to others, and he was unwilling to be troublesome. After cleaning the prison, he retreated.

When he entered the third prison room with a broom, a seductive fragrance suddenly came to his nose. He looked at him and quietly sat a girl in white in the corner.

He has a charming figure and a charming appearance, but there are nine furry and flawless tails behind him.

"Nine-tailed Fox?" Yang Que muttered, looked at her, lowered his head and started cleaning the prison.

"Brother, do you miss a woman?" The girl suddenly raised her eyes and said with a smile. Two intoxicating blush appeared on her delicate cheeks.

"Think." Yang Que's answer made her happy. She had just looked shy, but she heard him continue, "But you are not a woman, you are not a human."

"You..." The shy smile on the girl's face suddenly stiffened, her eyebrows gradually became cold, she glared at him, turned her head and stopped talking.

Yang Que looked calm and lowered his head to clean the prison. After finishing, he left the cell, looked at her at the door, and smiled slightly: "If you want to seduce me, you should take off your clothes first. In fact, except for having a tail, you are more beautiful than the women I have seen. If you take off your clothes, you must be more beautiful..."

The girl was not annoyed, and looked at him with a slight mocking look, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

"Yes, I'm just a little jailer cleaning the cell. Even if you take off your clothes and show me, I can't help you. I'm just talking." Yang Que naturally knew the meaning of her eyes, and was not angry. He smiled, closed the prison door, and went to the next room.

There are all kinds of monsters in the prison, with different tempers. Some are disdainful to Yang Que, some are humble and polite to him, some are glaring at him, and some begging to speak. Yang Que has been busy for a whole morning and finally cleans up every prison.

There was two hours of rest at noon, and in the afternoon, we had to continue cleaning the corridors and fences of the prison cells. Yang Que thought about it, but he was too lazy to go out. He sat cross-legged in the cell and took a nap in his eyes.

"Friend Taoist, my eyes fell off. I rolled outside the prison room. Please help me pick it up?" A hoarse and anxious voice suddenly sounded in the prison room next to me.

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