In the square outside the cultivation ground, the monks had already removed all the meat fragrance. The outside was full of flesh fragrance. If they waved their swords, their flying swords flew towards Yishen Hall. Fortunately, there was a barrier in the walking palace, which could block the smell of flesh that penetrated the hearts outside.

Xiaoxiao walked straight to the gate of the palace with a bag of oil paper in his mouth. No one guarded the gate, so he easily slipped into the palace.

Once you cross the gate of the palace, you can see a square that is comparable to the square outside. The sword lights are shining in the sky above the square, and the monks are restrained and practicing the sword formation. The sword formation in the Shenxu Palace is very famous. The sword formation in the Jindan stage can stop the cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, and the sword formation in the Nascent Soul stage can kill the monks in the Out-of-body stage.

The sword light is like a dragon and a phoenix. If it were an ordinary sword cultivator to stand here, I would have looked straight ahead. As the first sect of sword cultivator, Shenxu Palace is the dream place of many sword cultivators.

However, Xiaoxiao is not a sword cultivator, he is a bastard who came to promote Du Heng!

Xiaoxiao looked around and saw a milky white sword test stone in the corner. The sword test stone was ten feet high. After so many years in the practice field, countless sword marks had already fallen on its body. Xiaoxiao jumped onto the sword test stone. There was a flat area cut by the sword directly above the sword test stone, which could accommodate a person sitting.

After standing on the sword test stone, Xiaoxiao stared at the monks in the yard. The monks did not even look at him. How could this be possible?!

Xiaoxiao sat on the sword test stone and stared at the flying spirit sword. The smell of crispy meat in the oil paper bag floated out, and his saliva was almost coming down. He opened the oil paper bag, took out a piece of crispy meat and chewed it carefully.

He swears that the sound of his eating was already very loud, but the sound of the sharp sword whistling overwhelmed his croaking sound. Seeing the monks radiating their spiritual energy in the field, Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, and he chirped at the field: "Chirp———"

Look at me!!!

The sound was loud, and the loud voice of laughter covered the howling sound of the spiritual sword, and the spiritual consciousness of the monks flew over like a sharp sword.

Gu Lingfeng frowned and looked at Xiaoxiao: "What is that? Why did the birds in the Beast Garden come here?" Gu Lingfeng had monks who knew Xiaoxiao around him. They introduced them in a lingering manner: "That is not the birds in the Beast Garden, but the birds raised by the chefs in Yishen Hall, and their name is Xiaoxiao."

Seeing so many people looking at him, Xiaoxiao flapped his wings. He showed everyone the highest etiquette of the feather tribe, spreading his wings. He spread his wings, spread his left wings diagonally upwards, and swung his right wings diagonally downwards three times.

Gu Lingfeng said to the monks around him: "Take him out. The practice ground is full of sword lights. Tell the chef to watch out for his birds and not make blood splatter on the spot."

Xiaoxiao became anxious when he heard this. He hadn't started eating yet! They actually wanted to drive him away? They couldn't do such small things well, and they wouldn't be laughed to death by their uncle when they went back?

Seeing that the spiritual ropes woven by the monks were about to cover their heads, Xiaoxiao chuckled contemptuously: "Jiuji."

Just this kind of rope wants to trap him? Hey, when he escaped from his uncle's immortal rope, most of the sword immortals here were not born yet.

Xiaoxiao flew up with a bag of oil paper in his arms. This time he flew straight to the square. When he saw Xiaoxiao take off, the monks were shocked - it turned out that this chicken could fly?

The conscience of heaven and earth! When they saw Xiaoxiao in Yishentang, Xiaoxiao was just a wandering chicken. Who would have thought that his body could fly with such a round body?!

His original intention was to rush to the middle of everyone and pull away his oil paper bag, so that everyone could feel the fragrance of the little crispy meat together. However, the monks were panicked when they saw him rushing into the sword formation. For a moment, the sword light hit Xiaoxiao like raindrops.

Xiaoxiao didn't know that the sword formation he broke into was a killing formation? In addition to the formation builders, the living creatures that broke into it when the sword formation was activated would be strangled. The monks did not want innocent lives to die in the formation. For a moment, the aura became chaotic and the sword technique became chaotic.

Xiaoxiao only saw the sword light flying towards him like a locust, which scared him to rush around. Of course, he also had to protect the oil-paper bag. Otherwise, the small crispy meat sprinkled all over the floor would make him feel more distressed than a sword he was.

The platform inside the training ground was full of congee. Some of the flying swords came chasing and laughing, while others flew elsewhere in a mess. The monks chased their respective spiritual swords. Driven by the formation, the swords were as powerful as rainbows. Several innocent monks could not dodge and were hit by the sword light.

Gu Lingfeng frowned: "Enough!" A powerful pressure dispersed. As soon as Gu Lingfeng, who was about to transform into a baby in the late stage of the Golden Pill, took action, the messy formation slowly returned to calm. Looking at the inner disciple who was injured by the flying sword, Gu Lingfeng's anger came up.

All the roots were in this intruding bird, Gu Lingfeng's eyes stared at Xiaoxiao with murderous aura.

Xiaoxiao's eyes turned, and he felt something was wrong. He wanted to get out of here! Xiaoxiao fluttered his wings in the direction of the door, but before he could fly out of the field, a golden spirit sword suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Chirp!!" Xiaoxiao, who was almost shaved off by the spirit sword, nimbled around the air. Oh no, this monk looked bad.

Xiaoxiao wanted to fly high and fly out of the wall, but before he could fly to the height of the wall, a flying sword rubbed against his scalp and brought a small poke of white down.

Xiaoxiao sweated a lot. He screamed violently, and in a panic, Xiaoxiao flew towards the deeper part of the palace.

The monk next to Gu Lingfeng's face changed: "No, the bird flew to the illusion of Wenxin! He wouldn't disturb the Supreme Elder, right?"

Gu Lingfeng raised his hand: "Don't panic, how could he disturb the Supreme Elder? If he could still come out, there was only one way out."

Xiaoxiao flew for a long time before slowing down. In front of him, there were similar palaces and similar corridors, which were even more circling than uncle's palace. There was no one on the corridor, and Xiaoxiao was panicked. He wouldn't have gotten into the legendary illusion, right?

Oh no, how can he contact his uncle? He couldn't fly anymore.

Xiaoxiao fell on the corridor, and he was still holding a fragrant oil paper bag in his mouth. Looking at the oil paper bag, Xiaoxiao was extremely depressed. What should I do? He should have promoted Du Heng, but now the publicity has not been done well and he is still trapped.

At this time, a flash of green appeared in front of Xiaoxiao's eyes! Looking closely, I saw a little green in the courtyard of a palace. The green made people feel comfortable when they saw it. This was the special color that Xiaoxiao saw after entering the illusion.

Xiaoxiao flew several more corridors, and he finally flew to the courtyard where green was. It was a green tree, from the tops to the trunks, and it was emerald green. Xiaoxiao couldn't help but fall under the tree. He had never seen such a strange tree before!

This tree grows in an octagonal flower bed, and in the magnificent palace, it is so unique. Xiaoxiao looked at the leaves with bright eyes, and saw that the leaves on the tree were in the shape of a peach heart, and each leaf was the size of a palm.

This tree Xiaoxiao has been seen in the history of the demon clan. This tree is called the Wisdom Tree, which is said to be a tree that can help people understand morality. It turns out that this tree really exists!

Xiaoxiao wanted to jump up and pull a leaf down, but at this time he heard footsteps coming from behind. He turned his head and his eyes lit up - it was the little sword boy with a sword taller sword that he saw a few days ago! Xiaoxiao still remembers his name, his name is Ye Wenqiu!

Ye Wenqiu's eyes were empty, and he walked over from the corridor with his hair and bare feet, as if he had lost his soul. His brows were slightly frowned, his face turned pale, and he looked bad.

Xiaoxiao flew in front of him and chirped several times before calling back his mind: "Cheer."

Ye Wenqiu looked down at Xiaoxiao slowly. After a while, he came to his senses: "You are... the spiritual pet raised by the chef in Yishentang. How could you be here?"

Xiaoxiao whispered for a long time, but Ye Wenqiu didn't understand a word. He looked at the oil paper bag inside Xiaoxiao's claws and guessed: "You are afraid of being beaten to steal food, so you run out?"

Xiaoxiao rolled his eyes and talked nonsense!

It seems that Ye Wenqiu is trapped in the illusion like him. In view of being a fallen bird in the world, he reluctantly invites him to eat a little crispy meat.

The small crispy meat was still warm, and after opening the oil paper bag, a scent of meat spread out. Ye Wenqiu frowned and looked at the oil paper bag. After a while, he greeted him with a smile: "Thank you."

One person and one bird sat in the corridor looking at the green trees in the courtyard. Ye Wenqiu was holding a small piece of crispy meat and savoring it carefully. He smiled, and he ate it while chewing his wings and humming a few words when he was happy.

Ye Wenqiu was as quiet as a wooden man. Even if he ate, he would be very serious. If he didn't listen carefully, he would even ignore his chewing and swallowing sounds.

Eating the small crispy meat, Ye Wenqiu's breath changed a few times. When Xiaoxiao turned his head, he was stunned for a moment. He seemed to see Ye Wenqiu becoming a handsome man, but when he looked closely, Ye Wenqiu was still the little dwarf.

After eating a lot of things in the afternoon, Xiaoxiao looked at the crispy meat left in the oiled paper bag. He decided not to eat it anymore, and he would not be able to eat it after dinner. He was generous and prepared to give the crispy meat to Ye Wenqiu, but he would not bring the crispy meat back with the paper bag anyway.

He had eaten for so long, so the monks who practiced in the square should not make things difficult for him, right? Can he go back?

Ye Wenqiu reached out and touched Xiaoxiao's head: "Let's go, I'll take you out." Xiaoxiao pointed out the afterimage, it's pretty good. It's better for someone to send him out than for him to face so many flying swords.

Ye Wenqiu was carrying a bag of oil paper in one hand, and he looked at the tree and sighed.

Xiaoxiao asked with concern: "Jiujiu?"

Ye Wenqiu didn't know whether he was talking to himself or talking to Xiaoxiao, but he said calmly: "Even Zhishu can't solve my confusion. I felt the opportunity vaguely during this period, but I still couldn't find it."

Xiaoxiao patted Ye Wenqiu's legs sympathetically: "Jiuchi."

Come on, life is unsatisfactory. Look at him, everything is good, isn’t there still an uneasy uncle around him?

Ye Wenqiu couldn't understand Xiaoxiao's depression. He looked at Zhishu and said to himself: "What is the chance I miss?"

Xiaoxiao and chirped: Don’t worry about the opportunity, send him out quickly. When he was wandering here, Du Heng must have made delicious food again!

When Ye Wenqiu walked out of the hall with a smile on his face, the monks in the square stopped their movements in one go. Gu Lingfeng lowered his head and saluted: "Is this little beast..."

Ye Wenqiu said listlessly, "Send him out." As he said that, Ye Wenqiu was about to hand Xiaoxiao to Gu Lingfeng.

What's wrong?! It was Gu Lingfeng who took the lead in chasing him just now, and Xiaoxiao won't fall into his hands even if he beat him to death!

Xiaoxiao struggled, and his wings shouted to Ye Wenqiu's face: Didn't you agree to send him back? How could you change your mind?

Ye Wenqiu was kicked several times in the face, and he finally understood Xiaoxiao's anger. It seemed that Xiaoxiao hated Gu Lingfeng very much. After understanding this, he quickly reached out and held Xiaoxiao down: "Forget it, I'll give it away."

Xiaoxiao then happily nestled in Ye Wenqiu's arms. He glared at Gu Lingfeng fiercely. Gu Lingfeng was covered in black lines. Has he been recorded on the blacklist?

Du Heng was chopping snake meat in the kitchen. The red-flame snake had a lot of meat. After cutting it, it put two large basins. Just as he was about to chop the spirit rat, Ye Wenqiu, with a disheveled hair, appeared at the kitchen door with a smile on his face.

Ye Wenqiu gave a gift: "I've sent your spiritual pet back."

Du Heng and his friends twitched. Why did this child feel like he was beaten? Did the footprints on his face kick out with a smile?

When Du Heng wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen, Ye Wenqiu put Xiaoxiao on the ground: "I'll put it here for you."

Seeing Ye Wenqiu turning around and leaving, Du Heng called him with a smile: "Xiao Ye, wait."

Ye Wenqiu turned his head suspiciously: "Hmm?"

Then he sat at the kitchen table. Du Heng put a small plate of fried crispy meat in front of him. He also took out a few pieces of nut crispy from Xiaoxiao's storage bag to entertain him: "Come on, I'll comb your hair."

Ye Wenqiu originally wanted to refuse, but his body couldn't help but sit down according to Du Heng's instructions. The wooden comb combed through Ye Wenqiu's thick long hair, and the sun shone warmly on Ye Wenqiu's body from outside the window. Ye Wenqiu smelled the faint smell of crispy meat on Du Heng's body.

The scalp was numb, and Du Heng's fingers flexibly grabbed Ye Wenqiu's long hair. He casually tied a ponytail behind his head:

"Well, it's much better! You eat first, I'll find you a pair of shoes."

Ye Wenqiu looked at Du Heng's back running outside, and confusion appeared in his eyes.

Jing Nan knocked on the table: "Hey, what are you looking at?" Ye Wenqiu said in confusion: "Why is he so kind to me?"

Jing Nan sat down opposite Ye Wenqiu: "Because you are cute, our Du Heng has no resistance to lovely people and kind things. How about it? Is crispy meat delicious?"

Ye Wenqiu stared at the golden slices of meat: "Well, it's delicious."

Jing Nan said: "I haven't eaten for a long time, and eating too much crispy meat at once will make you feel uncomfortable. But it shouldn't be a big problem for you."

Ye Wenqiu looked at Jing Nan with sharp eyes, and Jing Nan smiled and said, "Oh, it's so fierce, so cute, with such fierce eyes. The sword cultivator of Shenxu Palace really can't afford to offend him."

Ye Wenqiu remained silent. He looked directly at Jing Nan, trying to find some information from Jing Nan's eyes.

The two were looking at each other, and Du Heng came from behind. He raised his hand and knocked Jing Nan on the back of the head: "What are you doing to bully someone's children?!" Jing Nan touched the back of the head innocently: "How dare I bully him?"

Du Heng held a pair of shoes in his hand: "This is the shoes sent to the servants. Xiaoyu helped to change them. Now you shouldn't wear them much. Don't run outside barefoot in the future. Don't rely on your youth, don't pay attention when you were young, and you will suffer when you grow up."

Du Heng bent down and raised one of Ye Wenqiu's feet, and put on the shoes smoothly. Du Heng pressed the pointed toe of the shoes: "Well, the size is just right. It's pretty good."

Ye Wenqiu looked at Du Heng inquiry, and he repeated the question just now: "Why?" Du Heng did not understand what Ye Wenqiu meant: "What?"

Ye Wenqiu said: "Do you know who I am?"

Du Heng smiled and said, "Aren't you Ye Wenqiu? A disciple of the inner sect of Shenxu Palace." Du Heng looked at the long sword on Ye Wenqiu's waist with teasing, and he almost laughed out loud. Look, the sword is taller than a human!
To be continued...