There is a poisonous mushroom living in the farthest corner of the outer gate of Jianzong. Her name is Shen Zhao, she has become a spirit after seeing her hands grow green. She practiced for eight hundred years before turning into a human form. She has no spiritual roots and is the first in the world of cultivation.
No one in the entire sect dared to touch her. The last time Senior Sister Liu touched her, she didn't wash her hands, licked her fingers, and lay there for three days. Her fellow disciples were both afraid of her and loved her, so they only dared to throw the spiritual fruit in the air and run away.
Shadow. Shen Zhao had no choice but to talk to rabbits, dogs, and the green bushes in the corner that were not yet mature. It was a lively place, but there was still a missing person.
That day she went to the back mountain to collect herbs. Lying in the grass was a man covered in blood. He was alive and fresh. He didn't need to go to class, and he couldn't move or run away.
Shen Zhao squatted down and his eyes lit up: "Do you feel any pain?"
Pei Qingzhou pressed the knife and told her to get out with a cold face. Shen Zhao didn't care what he said, all he could think about was that there was finally a living person who couldn't escape and had to play with her.
She handed over the rabbit with a broken leg in her arms, and then started doing squats seriously in front of him. Pei Qingzhou looked at her with a cold face as she squatted for more than two hundred times, thinking that she was mentally ill and did not want to argue with a fool.
It wasn't until she wiped a handful of sweat on his wound that the evil spirit that could not be dissipated for three hundred years receded. Shen Zhao clapped his hands and stood up and directly picked him up on the flying carpet. Before Pei Qingzhou could say no, he was already on the flying carpet and flew back.
He had killed countless people in three hundred years, but for the first time his injuries were treated with sweat, and for the first time he was carried home like an ice sculpture.
A fellow senior sister passed by and saw him. She was so frightened that she yelled at Shen Zhao to throw him away. She was testing the temperature of the ointment without raising her head. She thought she had picked up a companion, and he left thinking that he was recovering from his injuries.
Shen Zhao casually said that he was good-looking, and Pei Qingzhou said expressionlessly. Since then, his injury has healed, but he said it has not. He deliberately passes by her window three times a day, takes time to brush his hair in the middle of a fight, adjusts the angle of his collar in the water tank in the middle of the night, and turns it sideways three times before he is satisfied.
The entire Sword Sect is watching the rumored bloodthirsty demon madly displaying its screen, which is very strange...
Shen Zhao brought out the porridge and asked confusedly: "Why are you still brushing your hair while fetching water?" Pei Qingzhou's expression remained unchanged: "... It's because of the wind."
Later, the entire world of cultivators knew that poisonous mushrooms raised a big devil. The only problem was that Shen Zhao had to watch him pull up his hair and wear new clothes.
Shen Zhao is a mushroom. He huddles in the corner under the green bushes all year round and bask in the sun. When the sun is enough, he transforms into a human form and squats in front of the stove to cook medicine. When the sun is not enough, he wilts and no one should complain. Pei Qingzhou woke up in the middle of the night and saw a small translucent figure sitting on a purple mushroom cap in the corner, with his legs dangling from the edge of the cap and spore powder in his hair. He watched for a while and said nothing. The next day, Shen Zhao squatted in front of the stove to light a fire. He touched a piece of dark purple gills from his head, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. Pei Qingzhou watched her eat her own crumbs without changing her expression, remained silent for a moment, and looked away.
Later, when he passed by her window every morning, the green mushrooms in the corner would quietly open up a little. Shen Zhao squatted on the threshold to drink porridge, looking down at his relative mushrooms opening their umbrellas with a tremble, with the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he knew something and yet he didn't know anything.
People asked Shen Zhao why she kept this devil. She said that the devil was very well-behaved. When people asked how well-behaved the devil was, Shen Zhao answered seriously: "He often plays with me."
Others are puzzled, but only people from the sect know how true and false the rumored big devil is about his poisonous mushroom junior sister.
Intention: The clumsiest kindness can melt the coldest evil spirit