Deer seeks fairyland

Chapter 151 The Little Gourd Opens the Door

Unexpectedly, Liu Xiaolu's face became even more ugly when he heard the words, and he frowned, "Then when you become a second-level monster in the future, won't it become even bigger?"

After waiting for a while, Xiaoqing didn't reply.

Liu Xiaolu turned his head to look, the eyes of the green snake next to him were slightly closed, breathing steadily, unexpectedly he had fallen asleep at some point.

"Damn little thing."

Liu Xiaolu scolded in a low voice, then gouged out Xiaoqing's eyes, then put on his shoes and socks lightly, ready to go to the courtyard to practice spells for a while.

Today after lunch, I took a nap in the room and chatted with Xiaoqing for a while. Seeing that the sky will be dark soon, she doesn't have the ability to practice while sleeping like Xiaoqing, so she dare not slack off any more.

The scale of the east courtyard is much larger than the original one in the west courtyard, and the courtyard is not like the original one, only a few sporadic sweet-scented osmanthus trees are dotted.

There are many plants and trees in the yard, but they are well-proportioned. A few strands of autumn wind blew through, and the entire garden was dyed with a few strands of bright golden or crimson colors, which added a bit of joy to the landscape.

The scenery is beautiful, but Liu Xiaolu couldn't feel happy in his heart.

Ever since the marriage was settled, she couldn't go in and out of Yuchuan at will like before. Even if she was strolling in the Hu family's ancestral land, the two white-clothed youths guarding the door followed her like a shadow, and it was a good name, yes To keep her safe.

Even the concierge of the Hu family is not as talkative as before.

What if Yu Chuan was thought of?

Sorry, that has to be approved by the patriarch.

As a result, Liu Xiaolu was completely helpless, so he could only nest in the yard and bury his head in cultivation all day long.

Now, with her and Hu Yizhi's weak cultivation base, it is natural that they can't compete with the two big families. Even if Xiaoqing and Wanxiang Pavilion are added, it is still not enough.

But fortunately, the marriage is still early, and she still has enough time to improve her strength. If she still can't do anything by then, she has no choice but to try to escape with Hu Yizhi and Xiaoqing.

Fortunately, the patriarch did not restrict Hu Yizhi from going out. In the past few days, Hu Yizhi went to the residences of many uncles and elders for the marriage, but found nothing.

That's right, the person who made the decision was the patriarch, Hu Weixian, the only second foundation cultivator, had already gone to retreat, and the steward of the East Court who was left on the tenth floor of Qi Refining was eager to facilitate this matter.

Among the remaining elders of the Hu family, there are indeed few who can speak in front of the patriarch.

I heard that Hu Weiming from the West Yard went to the patriarch specifically for this matter, but was reprimanded by the patriarch and fined for half a year.

Liu Xiaolu sighed softly, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional. Grandpa Ninth still had a son with extremely poor qualifications to raise, and he was suddenly deprived of resources for half a year. The next day might be a little sad.

A piece of golden fallen leaves swirled and landed on the girl's shoulders, Liu Xiaolu suddenly came back to his senses, gently shook his head, temporarily put aside these messy thoughts, and focused on the green streamer of light in the sky , Concentrate on practicing the art of controlling objects.

Speaking of which, Liu Xiaolu has also learned this object control technique for some time, but he always feels that he has lost the point.

Although now she can proficiently drive the magic weapon to carry out simple attacks and even short-distance pursuit with the help of object control, but Liu Xiaolu still feels that it is not satisfactory.

How should I put this feeling, it's like a sharpshooter can shoot through Yang with a hundred steps, but a beginner can barely keep his arrows from missing the target.

Obviously, Liu Xiaolu was that beginner.

The art of controlling objects is actually simple and simple, and difficult to say, after all, if you want to control objects in the air with spiritual power, it will not be a day's work if you want to command them like an arm.

Hu Yizhi naturally told her these words, but although Liu Xiaolu was born in the mountains, he was unyielding in his bones, and the most practiced thing these days was this object control technique.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and the hard work of the past few days has allowed her to master a bit of the art. Now, although she still can't say that she hasn't lost a single bit, she can be regarded as smooth and smooth, and she can fight wherever she points.

The girl in white raised her hand to wipe the sweat from the tip of her nose. It was already autumn, but the tiger was very tight this autumn, and the weather was still hot.

Fortunately, the autumn wind is not stingy, and the air is much drier. Compared with the scorching summer that just passed, the days are not too sad.

Another gust of wind blew in, Liu Xiaolu's eyes moved, and immediately made a tactic with one hand, and pointed lightly at the green bamboo flying sword hovering in the air.

The flashing green streamer of light traveled back and forth in the air several times, and the brilliance dissipated, only to see that the body of the small green bamboo flying sword was pierced by more than a dozen leaves that had been swept down by the autumn wind.

Seeing this, there was no joy on the girl's face. After a short while, all the fallen leaves fluttering in the air fell to the ground, about twenty or thirty pieces.

Liu Xiaolu tilted her head and thought for a while, just now according to the path envisioned in her mind, these leaves should all be pierced by the flying sword, but many of these leaves fell to the ground, most likely because of her own control deviation.

The girl turned her eyes to the ground, and the autumn wind was still blowing gently, raising layers of fallen leaves on the ground.

Liu Xiaolu showed a thoughtful look on his face, a strange thought flashed through his mind, or maybe it was because of the airflow brought by the flying sword's rapid travel, which changed the direction of other fallen leaves?
Just as the girl bowed her head in thought, someone knocked on the courtyard door suddenly.

Hearing the noise, she subconsciously turned her head and glanced at Hu Yizhi's bedroom, but the door was closed tightly and there was no sound.

Liu Xiaolu was startled, just remembered that her father had gone out this morning, and she and Xiaoqing (the snake) had lunch together.

Xiaojue retracted the flying sword, and then Liu Xiaolu walked towards the gate of the courtyard with twinkling eyes.

Their father and daughter seldom interacted with other clansmen in the Hu family, but since they moved to the East Courtyard, one or two uncles would occasionally visit.

But after the patriarch made a decision about the marriage, they never came to the door again.

So what about the young master, what about the twin spiritual roots, in the end, don't you want to marry outside?

Although the Hu family is a family of cultivators, they are not exempt from customs in this matter. Once the female cultivators in the clan marry and become wives, most of them will gradually lose contact with the clan.

Although Liu Xiaolu's name as the young master still hangs on, everyone knows that how can a clan girl who is about to marry out have the chance to become the next head of the Hu family?

Therefore, those tribesmen who had the intention of currying favor with others, judged the situation and turned their targets back to the other two young masters in the tribe.

In this season, who will come to visit specially?

Liu Xiaolu's heart was pounding, he couldn't help hesitating for a while to open the door.

Even so, the sound of knocking outside the door continued patiently, and the two clan brothers guarding the door did not hear a word.

Just as she was standing in front of the door and hesitated, the person who knocked on the door finally said, "Little gourd, are you at home? Open the door!"

Hearing this, Liu Xiaolu's heart skipped a beat.

Why is this guy here?

At that moment, she didn't hesitate any longer, reached out to take off the latch, opened the courtyard door with a loud bang, and said angrily to the person who came, "I've said it all, don't call me little gourd!"

(End of this chapter)