She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 5

A few smears of crimson morning glow appeared in the sky, and there were occasional carriages and horses passing by in a hurry on the official road.

People passing by didn't even give an extra look, so naturally they didn't notice that the dilapidated inn built by the roadside yesterday had already collapsed.

And among the ruins, He Miao was wearing ill-fitting clothes, which were covered in ashes.Right now, he is holding a shovel that has been deformed when he found it, and is struggling to dig a hole beside it.

Beads of sweat stuck to the broken hair on her forehead, she was hungry and tired, besides the blood in her chest, there was also a lingering nausea.

The land is barren and there are many weeds and rocks in the land.He Miao held the shovel, and in one word, did it.

After a long time, her stomach was growling with hunger, and she finally took out the last night's cornbread in the kitchen, patted the ashes on it, sat in the ruins, and gnawed mouthfuls while spitting.

Wowotou was extremely hard, but He Miao didn't care, she only had one thought in her mind - the shopkeeper died.

She was crushed to death by the pillars of the collapsed thatched hut last night. She saw it, but was frozen by Zhuan Sunyuan, unable to move.

All I could do was watch it happen.

She planned for a long time, calculated that Zhuan Sunyuan would kill the toad according to her plan, and even calculated that she would be injured, but she never thought that the shopkeeper would die.

The shopkeeper's mouth is very vicious, he can often scold He Miao bloody, he is stingy, and typically wants the horse to run without giving the horse grass.

He has been urging He Miao to work and greet guests, but when eating, there are only yellow buns.

But anyway, He Miao was not so hungry.

Six months ago, when He Miao came to this inn like a bereaved dog, it was the shopkeeper who took her in.

Thinking of this, He Miao put the remaining half of the bun in his arms, picked up the shovel and started working.

After a while, a pit the size of a person was dug out.

Right now, the sun is already rising in the east, a sunny day that is rarely seen in autumn.

He Miao threw down the shovel and dug around in the nearby ruins with his hands. After a long time, he finally found a few taels of silver that the shopkeeper had hidden in the room.

She had always known that the stingy shopkeeper kept the silver in the west wall of the room.

He Miao unceremoniously put the silver into his pocket, then threw down the shovel and went straight to the nearby market.

The nearest market was seven or eight miles away, and He Miao's legs and feet felt weak when he walked straight, and finally came here at noon.

Right now she is still pretending to be a young boy, and because of the hidden wooden hairpin, people around her don't pay much attention to her.

He Miao cheekily asked a big brother selling Chaos for a bowl of water, but was kicked out as a beggar.

She wasn't annoyed either, as the saying goes, Huluopingyang was bullied by dogs.What's more, she was never a tiger.

She ran back and forth, bought some things, and hurried back.

When the sun was setting, He Miao finally returned to the ruined inn.She looked at the sun and began to concentrate on polishing a flat piece of wood.

I took a stone to smooth the burrs on the top until my palms started to blister, then took out the pen and ink I bought during the day, and started writing the tombstone by the light of the setting sun.

The shopkeeper, who has no children, seems to have a wife who ran away with someone a few years ago.The name is unknown, and the place of origin is unknown.A very ordinary person.

It took a long time for He Miao to write the five characters "Tomb of the Shopkeeper" on the wood.

Immediately, he swallowed the remaining half of the steamed bread during the day, clapped his hands, and began to dig up the shopkeeper's body.

How miserable it is to imagine.

When he waited, he personally wrapped the corpse that could no longer be called a corpse in a brand new mat, and put it in the pit dug during the day.

He Miao started to fill in the soil, saying, "Shopkeeper, have a good journey."

Next to it, there are sacrifices bought during the day, including the shochu the shopkeeper likes to drink, a roast chicken, and a few oranges that have long since wilted.

In order to save money, He Miao didn't buy fire tickets.She had already recovered some of her skills, worked out a fire-starting formula, and set the paper money on fire tremblingly.

Immediately, he read a passage of superseding scriptures, which is the housekeeping skill of mortal Taoists.

Brothers and sisters, none of them are interested in this, but He Miao is a practical person. She has always thought that one day, she will not be able to survive in the world of cultivating immortals, and she will not be hungry in the world.

So, be aware of these.

When all the dust settled, He Miao ordered another handful of ingots.

In the flames, He Miao accidentally touched an orange and peeled it habitually, moistening her smoky throat, the juice overflowed, making her feel alive again.

She knew that if the shopkeeper was still alive, he would definitely scold her: "You bastard, you lazy bastard."

But the shopkeeper will definitely let her eat this orange.

Tonight, there are still few stars in the night.

He Miao leaned against the tombstone in front of the new grave and fell asleep.

The next day, before dawn, He Miao was awakened by the autumn morning breeze, she was shivering from the cold.

After burning the paper last night, the wind blew and the ashes were everywhere, making it even more messy.

He Miao was so hungry that he groaned and picked up the roasted chicken beside the grave that had already been cold. After a night of wind, the roasted chicken was already frozen hard.

He Miao got up, handed over to the shopkeeper's new grave, pretending to be chic and said: "Shopkeeper, you must have eaten it, this chicken belongs to me. If I didn't die outside, one day, I will definitely come to your grave to help You burn the paper again."

After finishing speaking, he picked up his old mahogany sword, put the roast chicken in his arms, and walked forward without looking back.

Behind him, a bare grave.On the tomb, there is a little moist new soil, indicating that the owner of the tomb died not long ago.

He Miao has long been used to parting, including life and death.

He Miao walked along the main road, instead of going to the nearby market, but walked in the opposite direction.On the way, when she passed a fairly clear stream, she took the opportunity to wash off the dirt on her face, and used a wooden hairpin to forcefully coil up the hair accessories on her head, trying to make herself look like a beggar.

As for the hard roast chicken, she rinsed it in the icy river water, made a fire formula, but accidentally roasted it hard on the outside and burnt on the inside, and bit down on it.

After dinner, He Miao sat on the dry grass beside the stream, cross-legged and meditated, letting the exercises in his body circulate again.

Her teacher, Bihai Pavilion, practiced water spells, so she had to live near water.

An hour later, my stomach growled again inappropriately.

He Miao opened his eyes, patted his stomach, got up and shook the grass clippings on his body.It's time to treat your five internal organs temple.

She looked forward, and in front of her was the largest capital here - Anyang Mansion, which was less than three hundred miles away from the capital Luoyang.

He Miao has to find a big family and kill the big family.

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(End of this chapter)