A little white fox picked up by the master and brought back to the mountain grew from one tail to nine tails, from being ignorant and coquettish to drawing a sword for love.
Here are the master who dotes on his disciples, the master who is clever and careful, the senior brothers who are hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and the young man who is taciturn but always stretches out his hand at critical moments - Chu Xuan.
The daily routine involves eating sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, basking in the sun, and eating chicken legs. Occasionally, Qingqiu attacks, the blood awakens, and the nine tails lose control.
When the power backfired and accidentally injured his fellow disciples, Bai Qing locked herself in the woodshed and tamed the silver-white light over and over again. Henry Chu stood outside the door and watched quietly for a whole day.
"You are my weakness, but not my weakness"
On the day when the mountains are full of sweet-scented osmanthus, nine tails flutter in the wind.
Intention: "It's okay to have a long and slow flow"