Quick Transmigration: The Female Supporting Character is a Squeamish Bag

The rain poured down, hitting his bamboo hat, forming a small rain curtain.

He raised his head slightly, revealing his sharp chin and thin lips.

He turned around and looked at the frail peony flowers and thin rhizomes that were swaying in the wind and rain, as if they would be broken by the strong wind.

Immediately, he walked over again.

Because I was wearing a heavy raincoat, when I walked over, the rainwater flowed down the raincoat and almost hit the delicate peonies.

He quickly stepped out of the way, stretched out his hand and put the basket he was carrying on the ground. He fumbled for a hoe from the herbs, loosened the soil gently, and pulled out the peonies.

Inside the basket, he opened a place, let the peonies lie inside, put in the medicine hoe, and carefully closed the lid of the basket.

After finishing these things, I continued to put my backpack on my back and continued walking down the mountain with a steady pace.

The rain is still heavy, the dark clouds in the sky have not dissipated, and the wind is raging, everything is like an ink painting with a splash of ink.

As he descended the mountain, the rain stopped.

The sky after the rain is clear and blue.

The air is filled with the fresh smell of leaves and buds, and every breath feels cool.

The Daxiangguo Temple is a thousand-year-old temple on the outskirts of the capital. It is extremely popular. The nearby villagers, dignitaries, and even the Queen Mother in the palace like to come to this Xiangguo Temple.

Daxiangguo Temple is located halfway up Qingliang Mountain, with a pleasant climate and beautiful scenery.

Every major festival will attract a lot of people, but now that it is summer, few people come to the temple.

Xuanji came back with the medicine basket on his back. Along the way, he met many young novice monks. They all stopped what they were doing to say hello to him.

Xuanji nodded slightly.

He entered through the back door, walked along the stone steps, and quickly walked outside his room. Xuanji took off his coir raincoat and bamboo hat and began to fiddle with the herbs he had picked.

As soon as I opened the lid, I smelled a strange fragrance, it was that white peony.

The petals are as thick as jade, and the buds are trembling and wonderful. The fragrance radiating from them is even more fragrant and fragrant, and the fragrance floats thousands of miles away.

Xuanji first took out the fragile peony, then found a clay pot in the courtyard, and gently planted the white peony.

It was windy and rainy just now, and one or two petals of this peony flower had been blown away. It looked really pitiful.

Xuanji stretched out her long fingers and gently touched the petals of the peony.

The petals shook slightly, and the originally snow-white petals were still slightly pink.

Xuanji felt strange in her heart. She held the peonies in her hands and placed them gently on the corridor, then turned around to prepare the herbs.

When dusk fell, Fanji was going to attend evening classes. He hugged the peonies and placed them beside the bed, then closed the door and went out.

Inside the house, it was quiet. Only the window on the side was still open. The sky was clear and the afterglow of the sun was shining in. The snow-white and transparent peonies were lightly enveloped in an orange halo. .

Su Nuo...

For a moment, he was a little stunned.

From being in a precarious state just now, she has become sluggish now.

My mind has never been very clear, especially after the rhizome left the soil. Zeng Jin had a moment of soul shelling. It was not until the rhizome continued to be rooted in the soil that I felt a little more comfortable.

In this world, she is a peony flower demon. Because her spiritual practice is still shallow, she was attacked by a vixen when she was practicing before, so she returned to her original form.

It turns out that the plot in the story is full of twists and turns.

After the little flower demon was rescued by the monk, they practiced separately without interfering with each other. Finally, after the little flower demon fully recovered, he dropped a flower elixir. As a reward, he quietly returned to the forest to continue practicing.

This world naturally has her halo heroine, named Ling Yuyan, who is the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion. She has been talented since she was a child, looks like a fairy, and is very intelligent. When she was three years old, she was valued by the national master and learned magic.

When she was fourteen years old, she was already able to go out and slay demons on her own.

Qingliang Mountain was her first battlefield, and her first spiritual pet, the little fox, was obtained from Qingliang Mountain.

The little fox was originally practicing in Qingliang Mountain relying on his own cleverness. He didn't really want to rely on a mortal, even if he had magic.

But when she was caught, she had to humiliate herself and admit her master first. It was not until later that she found out that the master she recognized had such a high status. Following her, he was a popular drinker.

It is completely possible to live a pampered life.

Later, when the little fox followed Ling Yuyan into the mountains again, he met the little flower demon and whispered a few gossips in Ling Yuyan's ear. The righteous Ling Yuyan killed the little flower demon directly.

Although the little flower demon was a little demon, he died inexplicably in the end, which was extremely unjust.

After the little flower demon died, the little fox directly swallowed its demon spirit power.

Later, as Ling Yuyan became more and more powerful, killing more and more demons, the little fox received more and more nourishment. Finally, the little fox finally transformed into a human, and she was still a charming and charming beauty. She felt that Compared with Ling Yuyan, she doesn't have to give in too much, especially now that her magic skills are not low, why should she be the master and he be the servant.

During a fight, the little fox defected and Ling Yuyan was severely injured. In the end, thanks to the help of others, she escaped.

Of course, in the end, the vixen was killed by Ling Yuyan's thunder sword. His soul was gone, and there was no possibility of reincarnation.

Su Nuo sighed lowly, drooping the leaves, and even the flowers became limp along with it, feeling very depressed.

Now she cannot live without the soil and must take root in it every day.

Even if you can leave the soil later, if you want to practice, you have to start all over again.

That damn vixen didn't want to practice properly, but only thought about heresy. After recognizing her master, she even took a shortcut.

Although she died miserably in the end, how many demon spirits did she hurt during this period?

Su Nuo rolled the leaves and snorted.

She won't let this vixen go.

Let her wait!

Su Nuo yawned tenderly, the petals gradually closed up, and she began to sleep.

When Xuanji came back, he only saw the clear moonlight streaming in outside the window.

Bai Mudan's body was covered with a layer of light moonlight, making her look like a fairy in the middle of the moon.