The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

"Good night."

"Good night."

Boom!

After saying good night to Wu Qingyun, Bai Mo hugged his apprentice's croissant and closed the door of his small bedroom.

"To put it mildly, it's just smaller than the one outside. It's not small either. It's really luxurious."

Beige light illuminates the wallpaper and carpets, the solid wood cabinets reflect the luster, and the spacious bed is covered with soft quilts and pillows.

Bai Mo hugged his apprentice's croissant, grinned, and walked towards the big bed.

From the footprints he left on the carpet, thin, curved vines grew one after another. These emerald green vines spread and snake on the floor, growing under the bed, growing to the root of the wall, and then climbing up the wall, covering the wall, even climbing up the door panel, climbing up to the ceiling, climbing up to the floor-to-ceiling bay window, covering the whole wall. This entire room is 360 degrees with no blind spots, completely covered!

Some vines were wrapped around door handles and deadbolts.

Some vines have dark eyeballs growing out of them, wandering around and looking everywhere.

Some vines climbed up to the light switch in the room. Following Bai Mo's thoughts, he turned off the corridor light, the chandelier, and the night light.

In the entire room, there was only the neon light coming from the floor-to-ceiling bay window, illuminating the vines climbing on the window glass.

"This bed looks great!"

"嘤嘤嘤!"

Croissant smiled brightly, jumped out of Master's arms, jumped into the big bed in a diving position.

Bai Mo also rushed forward!

Then they saw the white mist rising from the big bed, blurring the world and the dream. The master and the apprentice fell into the white mist and returned to Fox Mountain.

…

Next door, Hu Shanjiu was lying on Xuanruan's big bed, his head sinking into the down pillow, feeling that his beard had become much more comfortable.

"Uh-huh?"

He twitched his nose and inhaled the scent of the bedding and pillows.

“Oh, what a joy!

"This scent...this...this...the scent of lavender!

“In their high-end suites, even the bedding is scented, and I’m convinced!

"Do you use lavender to scent your quilt?"

In his mind, the voice of the ancient immortal came.

"Is it the scent of laundry detergent?"

Hu Shanjiu was stunned for a moment, then probed his nose again to taste the fragrance.

This... seems to be true?

"Well, this is not important.

“It’s not that I haven’t seen the world.

"Oh... um... let's get started. Let my uncle come out and sense the sword."

Hu Shanjiu was too lazy to pay attention to the ridicule of the ancient immortal master. He sat up cross-legged, with a white mist appearing on his body that blurred the world and the dream.

Out of the white mist, an old man with white beard and hair, wearing a white robe, climbed out!

The old man was in a daze, his body was translucent, his eyebrows were drooped, as if he hadn't woken up.

With slow movements, he climbed out of the white mist and sat cross-legged opposite Hu Shanjiu on the bed.

The window was obviously closed, but the old man seemed to be unable to bear the wind and was about to be blown away. His shoulders shook and he staggered...Hu Shanjiu indeed grabbed his arm.

“Maybe there was a waiter passing by outside.

"Uncle, be careful!"

It is night and there is no sun.

But as his uncle, it was still very dangerous and reluctant for him to come to this world!

If you are not careful, you may even be blown away by the yang energy of a stranger passing by!

His uncle nodded and started looking for the sword.

Then I saw the old man tilting his head, probing his nose, twitching his nostrils slightly, facing the air, and started to...smell.

Hu Shanjiu's face was full of embarrassment.

"Uncle, there's no need to smell it, this lavender smells like laundry detergent."

In his mind, the ancient immortal master cursed angrily.

"Don't disturb your uncle!

"He's not sniffing your bedding and pillow, he's sniffing that sword, smelling the scent of that sword!"

Hu Shanjiu was even more embarrassed.

As a descendant of the Sword Sharpening Holy Land, he is only at Rank 8 now. He is not very strong and does not know much.

…

call……

Strong winds poured into the Bronze Hall of Fox Mountain.

The warehouse manager with a fair face, bow tie and little big eyes gathered in front of the master's desk, all very depressed.

"嘤嘤嘤?"

Are all the medicines on the desk about to expire?

"Ouch?"

How long has it been? The shelf life is almost over?

Bai Momosuo took down these bottles and looked at the strange looks in his disciples' eyes.

"You don't need to feel bad, right?

“These medicinal soups have been piled up in the warehouse for a year or two.

“It’s been of no use.

"It's about to expire, so just throw it away."

The white-faced boy lowered his head, finding it hard to accept.

"Uh-huh-huh."

This is too much!

"There are only eight bottles in total. This...we can't even count the ones left in our warehouse."

Butterfly frowned and thought for a long time, making gestures and talking nonsense to give his master advice.

"嘤嘤嗷嗷嗷..."

Bai Mo looked at it for a while and was speechless.

“This… you want to say, give these medicines to Mask?

"No way!

“The drink I gave the mask before can warm and nourish the immortal weapon.

"These eight bottles... well... are all poisonous."

Xiao Dayan frowned and stared at the medicine bottle on the table for a long time. Then he suddenly smiled and made gestures to come up with an idea.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Bai Mo looked at it for a while.

"You mean, take these medicines to the Xiaohuoshan Military Factory and bring them back in exchange for something else?"

Little Big Eyes held his head high and nodded proudly.

They are all expired products, so you can sell them cheaper and bring them back in exchange for something.

Bai Mo thought about it.

"This...can't do it either.

"These eight bottles of medicinal soup are too dangerous and too weak for the Immortal Committee."

Doesn't that work?

The foxes looked at me and I looked at you. They all had their heads drooped, their ears drooped, and they were depressed.

"Hey..."

"Ouch..."

They won't feel bad for unused medicines in the warehouse. That's Fox Mountain's confidence!

Even if the medicines used in this world are taken away, they don’t feel bad. That’s Fox Mountain’s strength!

Only this kind of medicine, which can only be seen wasted, is difficult for the foxes to accept.

Bai Mo smiled and stretched out his hand to touch their fat heads.

"It's okay, where are you?

“We have accumulated a lot in Fox Mountain over the years, and our foundation is quite solid.

"Just put these bottles of medicine on Master's desk. Maybe they will be used someday."

After comforting his disciples, Bai Mo picked up the slate again, continued to read the literature, and continued to learn the great magic [Blue Flower Rain].

…

The night in Xizhou is deep.

But the office buildings in the northern suburbs base are still brightly lit.

Chairman Chen Shu is sitting in his office, coordinating the progress of all work.

"well?"

He looked at Cai Xiaozhen's report and smiled.

"Expert Baimo, have you solved the key problem of the city defense formation...Oh, that's great, that's great."

He continued to look down.

"Expert Huang Fu dug out the roots and legs of the Miaoshou Ancient Immortal?

"Cultivation of a masterful ancient immortal of sequence six?"

He looked solemnly and looked at the document given by expert Huang Fu.

[...We got a lot of descriptions of fairyland from the Immortal Arts Committee, deciphered some ancient books, and communicated with some ancient immortals. After sorting out a lot of information, we can basically guess the roots of the Miaoshou Ancient Immortal. 】

[There is no doubt that in the ancient immortal dynasty, before the pollution came, he was already a notorious fallen immortal]

[Furthermore, even among the vast group of fallen immortals, he is still at the bottom of the contempt chain]

[Some Fallen Immortals steal the blood of princes, some Fallen Immortals open puppet arenas, and some Fallen Immortals specialize in the art of assassination. As for the Miaoshou Ancient Immortal, his main business is to steal treasure houses! 】

oh?

President Chen Shu was suddenly stunned.

It turns out that this masterful ancient immortal is equivalent to a burglar among criminals?

[Among all the fallen immortals, the group of treasure house thieves has the lowest combat effectiveness, so they are despised]

[Their overall sequence is also the lowest]

[But we must be more vigilant! Don't be careless! 】

[On the one hand, the group of treasure house thieves has weak combat power, but stronger technical skills, more insidious and meticulous thoughts, and often has deeper research and study on special types of magic]

President Chen Shu nodded.

This is similar to the current world. Among criminals, thieves are generally not very successful. But they really know how to study technology, and they often have some unique skills and tricks.

[And, the most terrible thing is that the group of treasure house thieves has probably stolen the most resources in the world in the past three years]

[We discovered that there were many treasures in the ancient Immortal Dynasty, but they were all lost to this world]

[The treasure house thieves, as a group, have stronger treasure hunting skills and professional treasure house opening magic. They can find the treasure house earlier and open the treasure house faster. We have every reason to speculate that most of the ancient treasures discovered so far have The immortal treasure house was all looted by them! 】

[In other words, the group of treasure house thieves who were once at the bottom of the contempt chain have turned around in this era]

【We must pay attention! 】

[The resources in their hands and their high-sequence disciples may be the most! 】

President Chen Shu wiped the sweat from his forehead and forwarded this report to Xizhou's high-level group.

"It's not like that...the first Sequence Six was trained by this group of treasure house thieves!"

He remembered a word that his students loved to say when they were playing games.

"Son of version!"

Moreover, the most frightening thing is that the treasure robbers are not the only fallen immortals.

How many disciples are there of other treasure house thieves?

To what extent has it developed in the past three years or so?

…

In the Bronze Hall.

Bai Mo is holding a bronze plate and thinking slowly.

"Blowing the wind from the back corner? Is this... the skill of the fallen immortal? Or is it the fault of the fallen immortal?"

Mosuo touched the bronze plate, Bai Mo frowned and thought.

"Hmm... It's not a problem, it's a skill that suits him?"

While thinking about it, Bai Mo saw the big eyes and bows used to clean documents in front of the palace. He also looked at the bottles of medicine soup on his desk from time to time. There was reluctance and affection in the fox's eyes.

Bai Mo grinned.

"Stingy bag."

Just as he was about to enlighten them again, Bai Mo suddenly frowned. After being stunned for a moment, he waved to the two apprentices.

"Come on!"

…

In the night, the hotel's exterior wall was illuminated by the residual light of the neon sign on the roof.

A figure, whose whole body was covered in black blood scabs, looked like a giant gecko, climbing up against the outer wall.

"Hehe, hehehe, what kind of treasure is this..."

His eyes were blood red and he was in a crazy state!

His pair of treasure-hunting ears, modified by the ancient immortal, are like radar and can hear the movement of treasures within dozens of miles!

The more valuable the treasure is, the redder and hotter his treasure-hunting ears will be!

At this time, as he climbed toward the window upstairs, his treasure hunting ears were so red that they glowed, so hot that they were even smoking, and they were about to be cooked!

In his mind, the ancient immortal master was also very fanatical.

“When Lie Liu comes to Xizhou, I’m afraid we will have no choice but to follow him and drink soup!

"It's better to take down this big treasure tonight before he comes. After taking it, run away directly!"

…

Fox Mountain Bronze Hall.

The two foxes were sitting in the master's arms, each holding a bottle of medicinal soup, looking at the scene in mid-air.

Their eyes widened and they were all a little excited!

Especially when the master switches the perspective and switches the scene to Hu Shanjiu's room, seeing Hu Shanjiu and the light and ghostly old man...

"The aura of this boy... is a bit similar to Guan Yuexi. He is inseparable from him. He is a descendant of the holy land of the path to immortal weapons.

"Let's use the final medicine soup and invest in this guy!"

Both foxes grinned.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

"Ouch!"

Although I don’t know what that old man is, he looks very powerful at first glance!

Besides, even if he is not powerful, so what?

If you are planning to invest in medicinal soup at the last minute, what else do you need for a bicycle?

…

The man covered in black blood scabs quietly opened the window and climbed into Hu Shanjiu's apartment.

He first lay on his side, then stepped out silently step by step, slowly approaching the door and the Hushan wine outside.

"Hey."

He grinned.

It took three years to complete Sequence Seven!

There have always been a lot of treasure troves opened, but not many people killed.

Today, his bloody claws are going to see blood again?

He reached out to touch the door handle lying on his side, preparing to use secret magic to open the door silently.

but……

Why is this door handle a little hot? A little airy?

He looked down and saw that his hand was gone.

His wrist was smoking, with wisps of red smoke coming out.

"Is this door handle poisonous?"

His arms turned into red smoke inch by inch.

His shoulders and chest turned into red smoke.

The head fell and the body collapsed. Before landing, it turned into red smoke and floated on the side of the body. Then it flew out of the window, flew into the night sky, and disappeared.

…

In the master bedroom of the suite.

Hu Shanjiu took his uncle's hand and asked suddenly.

"Master, do you think there are many Sequence Sevens in this world?

"What if a Sequence Seven gangster randomly shows up at this time, will I be in trouble?"

In his mind, the ancient immortal smacked his lips.

“This… shouldn’t be much.

"Don't be afraid, when your uncle succeeds, he will protect you!

"As for the period before he succeeds, just be careful."

…

Fox Mountain Bronze Hall.

The two foxes tilted their heads and smiled happily.

In that moment, half a bottle of medicinal soup was used!

Fox Mountain investment is successful!

From now on, Fox Mountain will have a share of what this bearded man will do!

"Hey?"

"Ouch?"

It's just a pity that the investment share is not large, and when the benefits come, Fox Mountain cannot take too much.

"Hold on!"

Suddenly, they heard their master speaking and raised their heads, only to see Hu Shanjiu lying on his side in the picture, and another assassin with bloody scabs came in!

Sequence seven, another one!

Little Big Eyes smiled crookedly and raised the half bottle of medicinal soup in his paw.

"Ouch!"

Increase investment!

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I traveled far today and wasted time. I'm really sorry! There is one more update, but I guess it’s too late to write it down. .