At the end of February, most of the snow in Pangshan melted away, and the Wrangler Valley was still green and had not changed at all.

Dozens of brocade-tailed horses ran around in scattered areas. The maroon horse with ordinary tails was unknown, so they followed a white mare and ran towards a remote place. Soon it changed its mind, neighed at the mare, and signaled to follow him.

The two horses ran to the entrance of the valley one after another and asked for help from the young horse-wrangling boy.

Xiaoqiu faced the maroon horse from the edge of the pond, hugged its neck and comforted in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, just cut a few hairs, and it will grow back soon, and - you don't have to worry at all, they don't want your tail hair."

The maroon horse pushed Xiaoqiu towards the white mare with its head, indicating that this is the reason it came to seek help.

Xiaoqiu walked around the white horse for a while and smiled in surprise, "It's yours?"

The red horse raised its head and neighed. In Xiaoqiu's impression, it was at least twenty years old and a full old horse. However, after staying in Pangshan for a few years, it became strong and much younger, and seemed to be several inches taller.

Two blue-clothed Taoist priests came from a distance, and the mare became more and more panicked. They turned around and wanted to run away. Xiaoqiu stopped it, gently stroked its mane, and advised: "It's very simple, it will be over in a while. Don't be shy. All horses have to cut off their tail hair. You should pay a price when eating grass and beans here for free."

The Taoist priest approached and performed the Taoist rituals with Xiaoqiu. They sent someone to say hello yesterday. Xiaoqiu already knew the task of the two, so he stepped forward and said, "Can you cut off the tail of the maroon horse? Let it be an example."

The two Taoist priests agreed with a smile.

The maroon horse was very gentle and did not resist at all. One of the Taoists took out the cloth bag, the other surrounded him with his hands and gently stroked the ponytail. The long hair fell into the cloth bag, and in the end there was only a thin tail left.

The maroon horse shook its tail and looked back. He opened his eyes wide in surprise, but did not get angry, but turned to the mare, indicating that this was nothing.

The white horse is drooping with its head down and its colorful tail fur, which is in sharp contrast to the whiteness of its whole body. It is its most complimentary and favorite place, and it is definitely not comparable to the ordinary tail of the maroon horse, but it did not run again, once every five years. This disaster will never be avoided.

After cutting the tail hair of the white horse, a Taoist priest said with satisfaction: "The first time I saw a brocade-tail horse so honest, it saved a lot of trouble - huh? Is it pregnant?"

"It's the jujube horse." Xiao Qiu said happily, feeling proud of the jujube horse.

"It is rare to see that the brocade-tailed horse is pregnant with the offspring of an ordinary horse. I hope that the one who gave birth to a brocade-tailed horse is still a brocade-tailed horse."

The two Taoist priests left a cloth bag containing the maroon ponytail hair. They kept it useless, and then said goodbye to Xiaoqiu and flew up to find other brocade-tail horses in the valley.

The red horse quickly adapted to its hairless tail. There were few mosquitoes in the valley and did not have to run often to avoid natural enemies. The tail hair actually had little effect.

But the white horse couldn't be happy. He was lying in circles listlessly, occasionally raising his head and screaming, and refused to eat the grass that was lowered from his nose.

The red horse ran in front of and behind the white horse, and could not make it happy. He had to ask Xiaoqiu for help again and stretched his head and rubbed it against him.

Xiaoqiu scratched his head, and the tail hair of the brocade horse was an important material for making magic tools. It was very precious. This is the purpose of Pang Shan raising them. He could not and was not qualified to stop them, and he could not create a tail for them.

"You're stumping me..." Xiaoqiu's mind flashed, "Come with me, maybe there's really a way."

Two horses followed Xiaoqiu to his bedroom and waited obediently outside. After Xiaoqiu went in for a while, she came out with a colorful piece of silk.

This was sent by Zhou Ping and others a month ago. They still remembered the request made by Xiao Qiu before, and they raised money to buy back colorful satin, snow porcelain and floating sea cream. These things were useless to Xiao Qiu. He also gave up the idea of ​​punishing them, but Zhou Ping still left the things and said in a tone of understanding with each other: "Give it to me, she must like it."

Xiaoqiu felt that there was no need to give me any more gifts, so she stuffed them in the vine box and kept moving. She didn't expect that it would come in handy today.

He had never asked about the specific value of colorful satin, only knowing that it was very expensive, but he didn't care at all. He pulled off a large piece of cloth, placed the whole piece of cloth on the ground, walked behind the white horse, and circled the colorful satin several times around its bare tail, and tied it as firmly as possible.

The white horse shook its tail, and the colorful satin flashed brightly under the sunlight. It suddenly became excited and chased its tail like a puppy and circled it several times.

The maroon horse immediately put its thick and wide buttocks in front of Xiaoqiu. It also wanted such a tail, and even shouted twice in dissatisfaction. If Xiaoqiu had thought of this idea, it would have integrated into the circle of the brocade-tailed horse earlier.

The two horses compared their colorful satin tails to each other, left happily, walked out a long way and turned around and neighed to Xiaoqiu with gratitude.

"It's finally useful." Xiao Qiu put away the remaining colorful satin and was about to find a quiet place to practice. The bald man's voice came from a distance, "Brother Xiao Qiu, come and see, the brocade-tailed horse has become a bald horse! Haha, they should be called bald."

Xiaoqiu stood at the door, and his bald head flew quickly like a strange bird without wings.

The bald man was taken to the Old Ancestor Peak for the second time and returned to Xiaoqiu three days later. He had very little memory of what happened that night, but he felt that he had eaten a delicious meal, which made him always feel endlessly. He didn't know that he had been refined into a magic weapon, and Xiaoqiu didn't say it.

In mid-February, Yang Qingyin gave Bald a interesting gift - a copper hoop plate made by a furnace master in Hongluke. It was blessed by several advanced Taoist priests and became a flying magic weapon. Of course, it still required Taoist priests to cast spells.

Xiaoqiu, who successfully condensed the pill, kept the promise he had made to Bald, and the first spell he actively learned was Frisbee's technique. Yang Qingyin personally taught it. It took him three days to learn it. At the beginning, he could only let the copper plate hold Bald fly more than ten feet high, and it was only a few feet high. More than ten days passed, Bald man could fly in the Wrangler Valley for at least half an hour, chasing and playing with the brocade-tailed horse.

"Haha, it's so ridiculous." The bald man flew to Xiaoqiu, laughed too violently, leaned back, turned around, shook his head gently, and asked, "Why didn't I come?"

"Xiao Qingtao is going to survive the disaster today. They are all staying in the village to protect her."

"Oh." The bald man was a little disappointed. "I have followed you all these days and it seems to feel a little bit. Although I don't have a body, my seven orifices are still there, and there is no shortage of Niwan Palace. Maybe I can open an orifice and open a field or something."

"Then you just work hard." Xiaoqiu said with a smile. Bald man could not practice, but he liked to do the same thing as everyone else, so Xiaoqiu naturally would not undermine his enthusiasm.

The bald man can only live for another one to ten years. Then he will become a cold head magic weapon. When he thinks of this, Xiao Qiu will feel anger in his heart.

Shen Jun has lost his demonic thoughts and inner alchemy and has become an ordinary person with dementia. Xiao Qiu even has no revenge to avenge. In the eyes of most people, the price he paid by Shen Jun is far higher than the harm he caused. After all, the value of a Xinglu Taoist priest is incomparable to a head and several ordinary disciples.

Xiaoqiu and Bald man thought together. The latter just looked like a few feet away from Xiaoqiu's head, at the same height, closing his eyes and opening his eyes. Occasionally, he would fly around with a serious face to prevent anything from getting close to disturbing.

The valley was quiet, and the two Taoists cut all the tail hairs of the brocade-tailed horse and left on their own. The bald man flew around, just playing a game of one person.

It was almost noon, Xiaoqiu was cooking in the room. The bald man flew in, "The big thing is not good, the bald horse is unhappy, I'm here to fight you."

Xiaoqiu walked to the door and couldn't help but laugh.

Thirty-dog brocade-tailed horses with bare tails stood a dozen steps in front of the door, all facing him with their hips a little further away. The maroon and white horses were walking side by side, showing off their shining fake tails to their companions.

The youngest variegated foal is already very familiar with Xiaoqiu. Its tail hair has not grown yet, so it has not been cut off. At this time, it also retreats step by step, twists its butt towards Xiaoqiu, turns its head and makes a cheerful cry, hoping to have a new tail.

Xiaoqiu used these horses all noon, and there was only one colorful satin, so he had to distribute it evenly to ensure that every horse could cover up the ugly. The bald man would only cause trouble. He prefers his bare tail, so he flew behind each horse and tried to bite off the colorful satin that Xiaoqiu tied on.

He succeeded several times, and Xiaoqiu had to do repetitive work. Not long after, the problem was solved. The black-headed horse kicked the bald man out dozens of steps. He hurriedly flew back to the room and looked around in the mirror, fearing that the coil under his neck would be damaged a little.

"The Taoist priests from Laozu Peak should do this." Xiaoqiu murmured.

Taoists only came once when they were cut hair, and they didn't care much about the depressedness after the brocade-tailed horse. The horse-woman before Xiaoqiu was more willing to avoid them than to take the initiative to help. Therefore, this is the first time that the brocade-tailed horse was not particularly sad after the brocade-tailed horse was cut hair, and even a little excited.

Driven by this excitement, the horses made an unprecedented move. In the evening of the same day, they lined up to Xiaoqiu's door, and each horse bit several long tail hairs in its mouth and presented them to the Wrangler as a gift.

Xiaoqiu accepted the gift in surprise, "It turns out that you can hide things well, even the Taoist priests of the Old Ancestor Peak have hidden them."

The red horse and the variegated foal were rude to give it, so they rubbed Xiaoqiu a few more times.

A small handful of colorful long tail hair is worth dozens of times that of a colorful satin. Xiaoqiu holds it in his hand, but he doesn't know what to do.

The next morning, Yang Qingyin was the first to come to Muma Valley and brought news that Xiao Qingtao had successfully survived the disaster.

There is a reason why Yang Qingyin came early. Today is the first day of March. The Precepts Department held a demon-elimination meeting. The two disciples of the Pill Condensation Institute must attend.

Xiaoqiu took out the tail-holding hair and asked Yang Qingyin for advice. After hearing what happened yesterday, I was envious, "I also have a colorful satin, but you are so lucky... You are so lucky. These tail-holding hairs are of many uses, what is the best thing to make? Xiaoyaosuo, be sure to make Xiaoyaosuo. When your inner alchemy is stronger, give it some magic power. This rope can grow longer and short as you wish, and the demons and even Taoists tied by it will not be able to break free."

"Okay, let's create a free and easy rope." Xiaoqiu asked a little worriedly, "The ancestor peak won't confiscate these tail hairs, right?"

Yang Qingyin glared at her eyes, "I didn't steal or rob, I gave you the brocade-tailed horse, who dares to confiscate it?" Then she raised her head slightly at Xiaoqiu, "Hey, have you made a decision? Should you go to study at Xinke? Remind you, there is no successor to the Nine Daotong, and you will be a bare-headed person at that time."

"I will only make a decision after I figured out the details of that thing." Xiao Qiu said that today he not only had to attend the Demon Elimination Conference, but also went to the Ban Secret Department to undergo Zuo Liuying's personal inspection, because the second update tonight was also the time when the young Demon appeared, but since Shin-chan called it in advance, it has not appeared for several seven days.

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