When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

Yun Qingyue has recently been in retreat for enlightenment, so he doesn't have much time to stare at Jiang Mo. But she didn't forget that there is still a little white tiger in her yard, so she always takes time to go out every evening to see if she is well and if there is any need.

As for Jiang Mo sneaking out every day, Yun Qingyue naturally knew about it. The restriction of the small courtyard is under her control, and she is naturally aware of people coming in and out, but the white tiger is a divine beast, not a domesticated kitten, so she can't just keep her in check. So Xiao Baihu went out if he wanted to go out, there was no need to sneak away, but every time she came back, Yun Qingyue would carefully observe whether she was injured.

It was the same today, as soon as the little white tiger came back, Yun Qingyue, who was looking like a torch, could see that her face was swollen.

Okay, this little milk tiger must have gone out to fight again, and the white tiger's aggressive reputation is not for nothing. It's just that this time, I don't know who she provoked, and she suffered a disadvantage again, and even greeted her face specifically.

Jiang Mo didn't know that she was seen through at a glance. After seeing the senior sister, she kept her face sideways carefully almost the whole time, just not wanting to expose her injury - she also wanted face. Not to mention the status of a majestic beast, just the fact that a tiger was kicked and swollen in the face by a rabbit is extremely embarrassing. She doesn't want to add another piece to her black history!

Fortunately, Yun Qingyue is used to being considerate, and he didn't expose Little Milk Tiger's embarrassment after seeing it. Just a few words of concern as usual, and then took her to soak in the Lingquan, and the redness and swelling on her face naturally disappeared.

On the second day, the little white tiger was a vigorous tiger again, and ran to the back mountain again while Yun Qingyue was retreating.

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Recently, the little white tiger has started to earn points. It has almost become a habit to go out early and return late, but this time the habit has been broken.

Before noon that day, Yihu and Yitong came back, and the cries of the little milk tiger could be heard from a long distance away. If Zhiming Shenjun is here, you can hear a vague swearing: "What are you doing to the system, you let me catch hedgehogs? You don't know what kind of hedgehogs are in the cultivation world, so you let me go, what do you want?" Am I dead?!"

The system followed her like a daughter-in-law, not daring to make a sound, and the light cluster was a little dimmer than before.

It didn't whine until the host finished cursing: "Host, host, I didn't do it on purpose, I was just misled by modern experience. They are so small, and they don't seem to have any lethality at all. Don't you have many people raising them in modern times?" Is the hedgehog a pet?"

Jiang Mo felt pain all over his body, but he was still angry after hearing this: "This is not the modern age, this is the world of comprehension, the world of comprehension!"

Yes, this is the world of self-cultivation, and the system cannot be connected to the Internet, so there is a lack of common sense—hedgehogs in the world of self-cultivation are completely different from modern hedgehogs. It's only the size of a palm. But the hedgehog here not only has thorns, its thorns can be shot out like a hidden weapon flying needle, the smaller the hedgehog, the smaller the thorns, the harder it is to guard against.

No, the little white tiger got caught just before he made a move. It's just a small thorn, but the hair on her body can't defend against it, and the thorn is poisonous. Now her body is numb and painful, and she is suffering from the poison debuff, so she has to come back and ask her senior sister for help.

The system cannot refute, but the system is also wronged.

In fact, it really has no bad intentions, nor does it intend to harm the host. It chooses a hedgehog as a new prey for the host, just to let her learn to deal with different opponents. No way, who made the host unable to accept the inheritance before level 41, and most of the monk's spells could not be learned by her. So it can only temper her body as much as possible, so that she can learn more offensive and defensive skills.

Jiang Mo also saw that the system had no bad intentions, so he accepted its arrangement with confidence. However, the system lacks common sense, and it still tricked her again and again... Jiang Mo is angry, but what about the system where she can do bad things with good intentions besides cursing a few words?

She had no choice but to ask Yun Qingyue for help with her swollen face again.

The little waste tiger passed through the restriction of the small courtyard, and ran all the way to the door of Yun Qingyue's closed room, raised his paw and was about to knock on the door, but then stopped. She looked up hesitantly, and asked the system: "Senior sister is retreating now, is it at a critical moment? If I disturb her rashly like this, will it make her go crazy or something? I heard that the inner demons in the cultivation world are very powerful."

The system didn't dare to say anything, because today's incident just proved its lack of common sense. It is afraid that Yun Qingyue will be hurt by talking nonsense now, and the host will not let it go. But if you want to stop the host... the pain and swelling on her body are getting worse and worse, and she is probably poisoned, how can she bear it?

It was really unbearable, Xiao Feihu didn't want to disturb the senior sister's retreat, but she felt that she couldn't wait until Yun Qingyue came out of the retreat in the evening.

The place where the hedgehog stabbed him was too painful, and he didn't know if the hedgehog was venomous or not. No matter how worried Jiang Mo was, he was even more worried about his own life. So she hesitated for a moment, then raised her paw and stuck out her nail, and then a fingernail scratched the door lightly—the monk has five senses, if the senior sister is still paying attention, she must be able to hear it, right?

She scratched the door and listened again, but there was no movement inside.

So she scratched the door again, pricked up her ears to listen again, but there was still no movement inside.

Jiang Mo suddenly became disappointed and anxious. Just as he was about to ignore the knock on the door, he heard the system say: "Host, host, I thought of it. Let's not bother Senior Sister, why don't we go to the Spiritual Beast Garden, they must have a solution."

Between being watched as a joke by outsiders, and enduring the pain or disturbing his senior sister, Jiang Mo only hesitated for two seconds before turning around and planning to leave.

But just when she turned around, the door behind her opened with a "squeak". So she turned her head subconsciously, and when she saw Yun Qingyue in Tsing Yi, she seemed to see a savior.

At the same time, Yun Qingyue also saw the swollen little waste tiger. The cold-tempered beauty was silent for a little longer at this moment, then she frowned slightly and asked, "Are you... going to poke a hornet's nest?"

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Hedgehogs in the cultivation world are not called hedgehogs, but poisonous agouti. Although they don't look like mice, the words poison and sting are very appropriate. Moreover, although this little thing is only a second-level spirit beast, it is notoriously not easy to mess with. A monk with a high cultivation level will not hunt and kill such a small thing. Take advantage of it.

In the same way, in the spirit beast circle, the poisonous agouti is also disgusted by the beasts. They are small and have no flesh, and they are covered with venomous thorns. They will hurt for a long time if they are stabbed a lot, and they may be poisoned to death if they are stabbed too much. Therefore, most spirit beasts are unwilling to provoke them.

It is also because there are no natural enemies, this little thing can be seen everywhere in the back mountain, monks and spirit beasts avoid it.

Yun Qingyue couldn't understand why Jiang Mo wanted to provoke the poisonous rat. At first glance, the little white tiger was swollen all over, and she thought she had accidentally provoked the wasp. After all, this little guy is greedy, so if he mistook a hornet's nest for a honeycomb, it's normal to want to get some spiritual honey to eat. But the poisonous agouti wants nothing but a stinger, so there is no need to provoke it.

Jiang Mo was aggrieved, but Jiang Mo couldn't explain it, so he could only make a pitiful "owwow", hoping that the senior sister could help her heal as soon as possible.

Fortunately, Yun Qingyue is not someone who can't grasp the key points. Seeing the pitiful look of the little milk tiger, he didn't bother to reprimand or teach her common sense, just sighed, and started to heal Jiang Mo first.

The Golden Core cultivator's spiritual sense is very practical, at least facing such a furry, with a sweep of his spiritual sense, he can easily see through how many thorns the little white tiger has been pierced under the cover of the fur. After confirming this point, with a flick of Yun Qingyue's palm, the invisible force was like a magnet, pulling out the thin thorns stuck in the flesh without falling off.

Counting the small thorns, there are as many as dozens, and the thorns are still unfinished. Yun Qingyue took out another bottle of detoxification pill from the storage ring and fed it to the little white tiger. The numbness and pain in her body gradually subsided.

The little milk tiger stood up and shook his hair, and finally the pain was gone, so he went to rub his senior sister's hand and act like a baby to thank him.

However, as soon as her head touched it, she suddenly cried out in pain, and subconsciously covered her head with her two paws. As a result, the paw pressed the place where the stinger had been pricked, but it felt more painful-yes, this is the sequelae of being pricked by the stinger. Even after pulling out the poisonous thorn and taking the detoxification pill, the wound still hurts for several days, which is enough for people to learn a lesson.

The little milk tiger was so painful that tears came out. She looked at Yun Qingyue with teary eyes, so pitiful... She is so pitiful, is the senior sister really not doing anything anymore? Like giving her another painkiller?

But Yun Qingyue knew that she was fine, so he was not moved. Instead, he taught her about the poisonous agouti. In the end, she looked at the little milk tiger with the eyes of a bear child, and said earnestly: "It's okay to go out to play, and it's okay to go out to fight, but remember not to provoke strange-looking spirit beasts. Some spirit beasts are not only powerful in attack, but also poisonous, so you can rashly provoke them." You are the one who suffers."

Just like this time, the little white tiger was unprepared and was shot with dozens of poisonous stingers. If it was an ordinary spirit beast in the refining period, it would probably be poisoned to death. It is also fortunate that Baihu is born with a high level, even if his cultivation base plummets, he will not be poisoned to death by a second-level poisonous beast, otherwise it will not be a matter of pain for a few days.

However, Jiang Mo still tasted the bitterness, nodded his head with sympathy, and gave the system a sneaky look.

The system is guilty, the system does not dare to face the host, the system hides behind the senior sister...

Yun Qingyue didn't notice the existence of the system, although seeing the little milk tiger nodded as if taught, but no one dared to believe the bear's guarantee. So she thought about it, and decided to bring the little white tiger with her recently—it's okay to be pricked by a poisonous rat, and it's okay for a cub to suffer a little, but the Zongmen Grand Competition and the three martial arts debates are coming soon, and the supervisor The excitement of the soldiers is better not to let outsiders see it.

Rubbing the uninjured ear of the little milk tiger with her long and fair fingers, Yun Qingyue's tone was cold and caring: "Heal your wound well, don't go out to mess around recently, just follow me."

Jiang Mo still wanted to earn points, but he was a bit reluctant, but since it was the senior sister who spoke, then... that's okay.