Zuo Liuying eats, sleeps, does nothing, and has never done a moment of practice. Sometimes when he sits on the steps in front of the door, he looks like he is thinking, but once you browse it, you can tell that it is just dazed.

His body had recovered, and there seemed to be no big problem with the inner alchemy. He just lost interest in practice. One day, the puppy in the neighbor's house got lost for a moment and rushed into Zeng Fu's house from the faint gate. He looked at Zuo Liuying for a moment, barked and turned around and ran away. At that moment, Zuo Liuying showed obvious interest, blinked, as if he wanted to call the puppy, but in the end he didn't speak.

Zeng Fu saw it and walked over and asked, "How long are you planning to live with me?"

Zuo Liuying looked up at the orphan she raised, feeling incredible at the fine wrinkles on her face, "I don't know how long it will take, I don't have any plans now."

"Okay." Zeng Fu was enough to hear this answer. She didn't ask for a puppy at the neighbor's house. It was too ordinary and had a short lifespan, so she was not worthy of Zuo Liuying, who had rarely changed. The next morning, she went to the palace and came back in the evening, holding a silver-horned unicorn that had just been born in her arms.

"The Qilin has a long lifespan and can play with you for a while. But I remind you that if you want to leave, you must tell me in advance that I can send the Qilin back. It has parents, so there is no need to live with me. It is you, not me who raises it."

Zuo Liuying, who was sitting on the steps, nodded her head and stretched out her arm. The little Qilin, who had just become a full moon, struggled to jump from Zeng Fu's arms to the ground, stumbled to Zuo Liuying, and licked his fingers with his tongue.

Zeng Fu prepared a recliner and a stool in the courtyard, but Zuo Liuying was only willing to sit on the steps in front of the west wing.

"Also, if you want to name a Qilin, you are not allowed to call it "flea" or something. You have read so many books, so you must think of an elegant and unique name."

Zuo Liuying never names a spirit beast, Zeng Fu just wanted to be in case.

In this way, Zuo Liuying began to raise Qilin, and he was experienced in this area. He never needed Zeng Fu's help, and occasionally cast spells to keep them clean. Apart from that, he had never used any other spells.

Two months later, the little kirin was extremely strong and very naughty. Zeng Fu had just finished cleaning up the place he was tortured by it. In addition to dust, Zeng Fu's "enemy" had another kirin. The battle was going on every day, and Zeng Fu finally gave it a name broom because she had to chase the overly lively kirin with a broom at least once a day.

Every time Qilin ran quickly under Zuo Liuying's legs and stared at Zeng Fu with ruby-like eyes from the middle of his knee.

"No wonder Mu Xingqiu wanted to name the Qilin 'Flea'. These guys were worried and were not worthy of the elegant name at all. Broom, come out, what's the water stains under the table?"

Zuo Liuying was as quiet as ever, and still moved, quietly protecting the little Qilin with her knees. If Zeng Fu was too angry, he would cast a spell to remove traces that should not have.

Zeng Fu was not as angry as she looked. In fact, she was very happy. Sometimes she would even hum a cheerful tune unconsciously, and even she didn't know where she heard it. Occasionally, she could grab the broom and hold it in her hand and scold her fiercely, but she never wanted to beat her.

The kirin begins to develop horns when it is three months old, and the top of the head is painful and itchy. It often can't help rubbing in the corners of the wall. This will not only cause abrasions, but also affect the shape of the horn after growing up. It is a thick strip of cloth wrapped around the broom's head, watching its movements at all times.

So, the silver-horned Qilin named Broom accepts meticulous care like a little patient. However, it is not as human as the Pangshan Spirit Beast. It finds every opportunity to run away from Zeng Fu or Zuo Liuying, and uses its head wrapped in thick cloth to hit the wall and hit the tree, making a loud cry from its mouth.

Busy and orderly, Zeng Fu likes such a life very much, but whenever she is free, she will quietly look at Zuo Liuying, knowing that he will not be so quiet all the time, nor will he always sit on the steps in front of the west wing. For the former head of the Pangshan Ban Secret Department, no plan is also a plan.

He is waiting.

Autumn goes and winter comes. On a snowy afternoon, the corners of the broom had just grown two or three inches, and they were still wrapped in thick cloth strips, like a little girl with a bun. It was indeed a female beast. Zeng Fu had just discovered it for a while and regretted calling it Broom, but it was already called Shunzui. Qilin didn't recognize any other name. Its head was not so painful and it ran around in the snow. When he heard the knock on the door, he immediately rushed to the gate of the yard and made a fight.

Zeng Fu sighed in his heart, knowing that the visitor was definitely not looking for her, and what she didn't want to happen was still coming. She hurriedly ran to open the door. When the broom heard the sound of the courtyard door being pushed open, he turned around and ran to Zuo Liuying. It was so big that it could not hide under his legs that he could only stand there against him, his courage became stronger, and his red eyes were staring at the door.

The visitor was Xin Youtao.

He spoke to Zeng Fu a few words and quickly stated his purpose. He was here to visit Zuo Liuying.

Zeng Fu also responded politely, bringing Xin Youtao to Zuo Liuying, erasing the snow on the stool, and then going into the house to do her own business. No matter how she felt in her heart, she would not interfere with any of Zuo Liuying's decisions. It was her father and hero. She knew that there were many people in this world like Kirins, who wanted to hide beside Zuo Liuying to find support.

Xin Youtao sat on the stool, much taller than Zuo Liuying who was sitting on the steps, which made him uncomfortable. He coughed and said, "It's not suitable for straw hats in winter."

"Yes." Zuo Liuying didn't wear a straw hat, and there were a few inches of snow on her head, and he seemed to have not noticed it at all.

"The war will begin next autumn. The Holy Fun Army will divide the troops into 16 groups, seven groups will pacify the country of Satoshi, and nine groups will attack the land of the demons. The Kingdom of Satoshi wanted to surrender at all costs, but Emperor Ci did not accept it. He said that the temporary kindness will leave the disaster for generations, and the chance to completely eliminate the demons is this time. You must not be merciful."

Zuo Liuying still just said no, her eyes not even looking at Xin Youtao, staring at the snow under her feet, and gently rubbed the Qilin's back with her right hand.

"Daotong" Xin Youtao looked up and couldn't see the Taotong Tower from here, but he could feel the soft and omnipresent spell, just like the residents of the entire imperial capital, he was already used to the existence of the ancestor's spells. What's different from ordinary people is that his uneasiness in his heart, although sometimes strong and sometimes weak, has not disappeared. "Daotong will not participate in the war next autumn, and the Taoists will not say anything, but the facts are obvious."

Zuo Liuying still looked cold and uninterested.

Xin Youtao hesitated for a while and whispered: "I received a letter from Yang Qingyin and Xiao Hao."

Zuo Liuying's eyes finally turned around, looked at Xin Youtao's eyes, and spoke, "There is no secret to Huangjing."

Xin Youtao certainly understood that under the cover of the ancestor's magic, no one could keep a secret. Even if it was just an idea, it could not escape Kun Dun's spy. Strangely, Kun Dun had never made any reaction, and seemed to not care about the suspicions and conspiracies at all.

"They invited you to visit the mountain. It is said that the feeling there is... different from that of Huangjing." Xin Youtao still couldn't speak his heart calmly, even if it was no longer a secret.

"So they found Mu Dong'er."

"That's what the letter said, it seems that there has been some progress over there." Xin Youtao could only say this, because he didn't know what the so-called "progress" meant.

"I don't go to Wangshan, I don't need me there." Zuo Liuying's rejection was straightforward.

Xin Youtao stared at Zuo Liuying's face, hoping to see a hint, and finally sighed disappointedly, "Do you even feel hopeless?"

"I hope there may be, but I can't help if I'm not here." Zuo Liuying retracted her right hand, and the little Qilin who was enjoying the caress lost support and almost fell down, and then leaned tightly on his leg. "I used to be a Taoist priest, and all my thoughts were expected by the Taoist throne."

The current Taoist tradition is Kundu.

"We were all Taoist priests, Mu Xingqiu, Yang Qingyin... Is there no hope?"

"Not all you can think of is hope."

"Then why do you and Mu Xingqiu still formulate... three plans?" Xin Youtao lowered his voice unconsciously again. He knew the three plans from Yang Qingyin's letter, and was happy for a while until Zuo Liuying poured a basin of cold water.

"The plan is for making it, not for ensuring success."

"I came to visit just to know what else can we do?"

Zuo Liuying didn't speak, Xin Youtao had guessed the answer: No one could think of it was hope. He could not get a plan from Zuo Liuying that could form ideas and language.

"I understand." Xin Youtao stood up, brushed away the snow on his body, waved his hand to Zeng Fu in the house, and walked outside. The Qilin quietly followed closely. It was not until the humans closed the courtyard door outside that it returned to normal and ran around excitedly.

Zeng Fu heard the conversation between the two, and she realized more from Zuo Liuying's words, so she took out the bag that had been prepared long ago and filled in a few more clothes.

Her premonition soon showed clear evidence. Zuo Liuying would go back to her room to sleep like a normal person after nightfall, but that night he kept sitting on the steps and went to rest with the broom, and he didn't move.

The next morning, Zuo Liuying finally stood up, shook off a thick layer of snow, took the bag from Zeng Fu, who had already gotten up early, and said to her: "Kirin stays with you, and I will come back once a month in the future."

Zeng Fu laughed and said, "What does it feel like to save the world?"

"It's no different from cleaning up the house every day." Zuo Liuying walked out with a bag on her back, and the Qilin Broom was still sleeping soundly, knowing nothing about parting.

Zuo Liuying actually didn't need this baggage. He was not far away and didn't even need to fly.

At midnight, he walked into a tavern that was regarded as the entrance to the Taoist Tower. Many people on the way recognized him and pointed at him, but did not dare to go forward to speak.

Everything in the tavern was unchanged, and even the tables and chairs that had fallen out had not been moved. The only sign of spell here was that it was too neat, the kind of cleanness that Zeng Fu could not achieve no matter how hard he tried.

Grandmaster Pangshan Yang Yannian stood in the middle, obviously expecting Zuo Liuying's arrival, "The ancestor agreed to you to return to the Taoist throne. He also asked me to tell you that Mu Xingqiu has entered an unobstructed land and is not far from his body and soul. He cannot hold on to the spring."

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