Hu Xun really treats the female cultivator as a little baby who doesn't understand anything. Even though he has the body of a two or three-year-old girl, he still teaches the female cultivator in a decent manner.
He was held in the arms of the female cultivator, and he used his demonic power to condense a water mirror, and used his demonic power to condense words on it. He seriously told the female cultivator what allusions this word had and what words it could be extended into.
When the female nun understood the word, he taught her how to write it. He took a branch and scratched it on the water mirror. He held the female nun's hand in his hands and taught her stroke by stroke.
When the female nun can write this character, Fox will reward her by letting her touch her tail or ears.
Hu Xi taught the female cultivator to recognize twenty characters in one breath and then asked her to practice on her own. He took out a piece of cut cloth and carefully threaded the needle and thread.
I don’t know when he bought the materials, but it seemed that he wanted to make clothes for women.
Monks live a long life, and almost everyone, regardless of gender, knows life skills like this.
However, monks have spiritual power and spiritual consciousness. Sewing clothes is very simple for monks. It doesn’t take long for monks to sew fabrics into clothes and even embroider them.
But the fox can't.
He is now limited by this young body, and cannot use his spiritual consciousness and demonic power for a long time, so he can only sew it up by hand.
Hand sewing is a waste of time. Hu Xi was sewing this fairy skirt on the carriage during the day and is still sewing it now.
After the female cultivator wrote big characters for a while, she became interested in the fairy skirt sewn by Hu Xi again. Her little hands plucked at the soft and delicate fabric.
"Huxi, the skirt is so beautiful."
Hu Xun was so aloof and speechless, but she embroidered a beautiful little flower on the fairy skirt.
Little flowers bloomed one after another, and Hu Xi sewed a small flower on this flowing fairy skirt.
The female cultivator looked at the fox sewing the little flowers with a smile, and then suddenly, a picture flashed in her mind.
There was also a person who sewed a dress for her in the dim light.
She also sat next to the man and watched him sewing, but the skirt was not as beautiful as the fairy skirt. It seemed to be just a very ordinary sarong.
The slightly old hands in her memory overlapped with the fox's small hands, and a trace of nostalgia flashed unconsciously in her eyes.
But the look of nostalgia was fleeting, and the female cultivator's eyes were still innocent.
While Hu Xi was concentrating on his work, he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his head. He raised his head and glanced at the female nun, who smiled brightly, clapped her hands, and said to Hu Xi happily.
"Hu Xi, you are so beautiful!"
Hu Xun looked at the water mirror, and his current appearance was reflected in the water mirror.
There is an extra garland on his head, probably made by the female nun just now while he was not paying attention while he was sewing clothes.
The female nun has killed many small wild flowers, so this wreath is quite significant.
Hu Xun didn't say anything. After taking a look, she started embroidering on the skirt again.
The flowers on this skirt have changed from unknown flowers to various small wild flowers, and the colors have become richer.
Then after a while, the female nun came over happily and happily grabbed a mouse's tail to show it to the fox.
"Fox, fox, look, little mouse!"
Hu Xun raised his eyes and glanced at the fat and strong rat, which was struggling to no avail, and said very calmly.
"This kind of mouse doesn't taste good."
"Oh..." The female cultivator let go of the big mouse with great pity, and then after a while, she caught a few small mice and came back.
This time, the mice were really small, and their fur was not even long. She held the tails of these small mice and ran back happily. The big mouse followed the female nun step by step, squeaking and screaming anxiously.
It's incredible.
"Fox! Fox! Look, little mouse!"
Hu Xi raised his eyes and glanced at the little mice that had not yet left the nest, and said seriously again.
"You can't eat small mice. If you eat them, there will be no big mice to eat."
Hu Xun was imparting survival wisdom to the female nun, but the female nun only heard the words "don't eat".
The female cultivator sighed, feeling a little pity again, and then let the little mice go.
Hu Xun continued to sew clothes. This time, after a long time, the female nun made no move.
Huxi took the time to look up and saw that the female cultivator who was supposed to be writing big characters had long since disappeared. Huxi put down the half-sewed Liuxian skirt in her hand, shook her big furry tail, and jumped down.
Soft stool, I went to find the female nun who had gone to who knows where.
The female cultivator was physically strong, so even if she disappeared, Hu Xi was not in a hurry. Instead, he swung his big tail and looked around leisurely.
The female nun didn't run far, and Hu Xi found her after searching nearby for a while.
But when he saw her, Hu Xun couldn't help but hold his forehead.
Fox spread his small hands, and fox fire ignited in his hands.
The big python that was biting the female nun's head and swallowing it noticed the scent of the fox fire and finally stopped fighting with the female nun. It quickly let go of the female nun and wanted to run away, but the female nun's head was finally pulled out of the snake's mouth.
But Xiu grabbed the big python by the neck and refused to let go, no matter how hard the big python struggled, it was useless!
The female cultivator turned around and saw Hu Xun standing not far away, and she immediately started to smile.
"Foxxuhuxu, look what this is!"
The big python was struggling into a ball, looking more or less pitiful.
Hu Xi put away Hu Huo, put down the hand on his forehead, and returned to his indifferent posture again.
Hu Xun took the female cultivator back, and in the end the big python did not escape death. It was disemboweled, skinned and roasted!
There wasn't much meat on the snake. Not long after everyone had finished eating, each of them shared a section, just to have some snacks.
Hu Xi continued to sit there sewing the Immortal Dress. While the female cultivator was eating the snake meat herself, she also tore off a piece of snake meat and fed it to Fox Xi.
Hu Xi didn't pay attention and concentrated on sewing the Liuxian skirt, but suddenly the snake meat in his mouth turned into sour and sweet raspberries!
Hu Xun's hand paused, and when he looked up at the female nun, he found that the snake meat had been eaten up. There was an unfolded leaf in the female nun's hand, and there were some red and purple raspberries in the leaf!
He didn’t know when she picked them, but she was feeding them to him one by one.
The fox didn't refuse. After he had eaten all the raspberries, he suddenly spoke.
"Let me give you a name." The female nun tilted her head in confusion.
"I have a name, my name is Ermei~"
"That's not your name, it's just a title." The female cultivator didn't understand the difference between a name and a title, but Hu Xi had already said it to himself at this time.
"Since you don't remember anything, then let's take the surname Mo. The dark-colored Mo has an unmistakable name and the courtesy name Qiaozhen."
1. The name of the female nun is taken from: They are married as husband and wife, and their love is unquestionable. At this time, Huxi has regarded the female nun as a partner, and his mentality has changed rapidly. As for the surname, it is because Huxi is a ghost fox.
Pure black.
2. In ancient times, a woman's small character was usually given by her husband after she got married. Here, Huxi directly gave her the character, which also brought her husband's identity into it.