A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

In the quiet night, the two walked towards Baiyunguan one after the other. Shu Ange looked at Zong Yujing's back and was in a surprisingly good mood.

"woo-woo"

A strange whining sound suddenly came from the woods. Shu Ange thought it was the wind. After listening carefully, she found that the sound sounded a bit like a baby crying, and she had goose bumps on her arm.

"Fellow Daoist Zong, did you hear... that voice?"

Shu Ange stopped and looked into the depths of the jungle with a nervous expression.

Zong Yujing turned his ears slightly, and suddenly walked towards the depths of the jungle, Shu Ange followed behind him and looked around curiously.

"Wow--"

What is it calling? Shu Ange poked his head and stared at the dense vegetation with wide eyes, trying to find something from it.

Zong Yujing leaned over, stretched out his hand and picked up a small thing with open teeth and claws. The little guy was only the size of a palm, staring at the two with a pair of black eyes, screaming in fear.

Did they catch a jerk?

Shu Ange looked at the little guy carefully, and asked Zong Yujing curiously, "What is this?"

"I, I am, I am not a thing!"

Huanguai suddenly opened his mouth to speak, and Shu Ange burst out laughing.

"It turned out to be the opening of Lingzhi, Fellow Daoist Zong, can you see what its prototype is?"

"It's Huang Jing."

"It turned out to be Huang Jing, I thought it was ginseng made into a human form."

I don't know if it was the desire to survive that made the little guy perform exceptionally well. After being called Pozhen, the little guy continued to babble, folded his hands and bowed to Zong Yujing a few times.

"Woo, I'm not a ginseng doll, don't eat me."

Seeing that the little guy is so cute, Shu Ange suggested: "The plant and tree monsters that open their intelligence are easy to be eaten by monsters or evil cultivators. Why don't we take them in."

When Xiao Huangjing saw Shu Ange speaking for it, her small eyes lit up: "It's not delicious, I'm not delicious."

Shu Ange reached out and nodded its little head, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, we won't eat you."

Zong Yujing put Xiao Huang Jing on the Shu An singer, she pinched its small ears, and her smile was extra bright.

Xiao Huangjing shyly covered the small leaves tied to her waist, and looked at Shu Ange with twinkling eyes: "I'm a boy doll."

"What is your name?"

The little thing with enlightened intelligence is very sensitive to the good and evil of human beings, and it is much more courageous when it realizes that the two in front of him have no malicious intentions towards him.

"Huang Huang, my name is Huang Huang."

"The surname is Huang and the name is Huang? Well, the name is not bad. You can call me Sister Ning and Brother Zong in the future."

Shu Ange quietly raised his rank to Zong Yujing, and he didn't mean to refute it.

"Sister Ning is good, brother Zong is good."

Xiao Huanghuang let out an obedient cry, and Shu Ange patted its head happily: "Honey, come back to Baiyunguan with us first."

Hearing Baiyun Temple, Xiao Huanghuang suddenly came to the spirit: "Do you know the white-bearded grandpa in Baiyun Temple? How are he?"

"Is it wearing a Taoist robe, with a goatee and a sparse bun?"

Xiao Huang Huang nodded happily: "It's Taoist Ting Song, he often waters me."

It seems that no matter how little Huang Huang is ignorant, he has heard Taoist Song take care of it before fully opening his intelligence.

Looking at it this way, although Daoist Ting Song looks a little weird, his heart is very good. He not only takes care of Zong Yujing who was seriously injured, but also takes care of a little Huang Jing who has not opened his intelligence.

After picking up Xiao Huanghuang, the journey became much lighter, Shu An's words became more frequent, and Zong Yujing remained silent as always.

When we arrived at Baiyun Temple, the morning light was faint, and the bright red sun showed a small half of his face from the mountain side, listening to Song Taoist slowly practicing swords in the morning light.

"Hello grandpa!"

"Master, do you know this little Huang Jing?"

Shu Ange and Xiao Huanghuang's voices sounded at the same time, listening to Song Daochang put away his sword and looked at them with a smile.

"Congratulations, congratulations, I haven't seen you overnight, little friend Haoxue has entered the foundation-building stage, I'm gratifying."

"Thank you for listening to Taoist Song Master for taking him in."

Shu Ange bowed earnestly at Taoist Song Ting, and Xiao Huanghuang followed her example.

Hearing Daoist Song, he took out a small golden ring from his arms and buckled it on Xiao Huanghuang's wrist: "It is fate to cultivate the mind under my eyelids, this purple gold ring is given to you, usually on weekdays. You can also resist one or two in case of danger.”

"Thank you grandpa."

Xiao Huanghuang fondly touched the small golden ring on his wrist, Shu Ange said embarrassedly, "Since Xiao Huanghuang and Daoist Ting Song have such a relationship, why don't you keep it by your side."

Hearing Daoist Song wave his hand, he said with a smile: "It's fate to meet, Xiao Huanghuang has a much deeper relationship with you and Zong Xiaozi than the old man. Besides, you young people can walk around with Xiao Huanghuang. It can also increase its knowledge. , it is better than me staying in the wilderness."

This place is indeed desolate, Shu Ange watched carefully, except for listening to Daoist Song, there is not even a person who is offering incense. She was actually a little puzzled, why listen to Song Daoist staying alone in the cold and lonely Baiyunguan.

Because Shu Ange and Ting Song Daoist met by chance, it was naturally difficult to ask him why he chose to stay in Baiyun Temple.

After nearly a month of practicing in the temple, Zong Yujing finally recovered from the injury, and the two took Xiao Huanghuang to say goodbye to Master Ting Song Dao.

"Hehe, there is no such thing as a banquet in the world. I have calculated for you. You will encounter several disasters in the past two years, but as long as the two of you work together, you will be able to survive without any danger."

Shu Ange was not surprised to hear this, but felt a little guilty towards Zong Yujing. When she inherited the original owner's memory, she knew that because of her special status, Ning Haoxue would be chased by all kinds of monsters and monsters, living in dire straits.

Zhang Guanzhu asked Zong Yujing to protect her. Nine times out of ten, he was implicated by her when he was in danger.

"Thank you for listening to the Taoist priest's reminder, the younger generation must keep it in mind."

Xiao Huangjing sat on Shu Ange's shoulder, kowtowed to Taoist Ting Song, and said gratefully, "Thank you Taoist Ting Song for taking care of her."

Hearing Daoist Song, he laughed, stretched out his hand and punched Zong Yujing on the shoulder: "You kid, even Xiao Huanghuang knows how to thank you, but you still have a cold face and cherish words like gold."

"Uncle Master, go back to Longhu Mountain. Uncle Master and Uncle Master are all looking forward to your return."

If Zong Yujing didn't speak, he was already a blockbuster. Shu Ange pricked up his ears and wanted to understand the joints.

Listening to Daoist Song shaking the dust in his hand, he said in a leisurely tone: "My old bones can't stand the wind and waves, go back and tell my brothers and sisters that with me, I can keep the White Cloud View for a day. Peaceful."

Zong Yujing was silent, and after a long time, he bowed deeply to Taoist Ting Song.

"Crane! Paper crane!"