Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 118 Panda Dance

"Young lady, you're not from our Sichuan region, are you? Is this your first time here?"

"Since you've come to our Huanglongxi Village, you're a distinguished guest. Come, come, have some top-quality wine."

"Why would a young lady like you carry a wine gourd on her waist like a man?"

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Shen Anzhi sat at the tea stall at the entrance of the village, holding a long sword. The owner was very hospitable. He could tell that Shen Anzhi was from out of town, so he immediately brought her a pot of good wine and a plate of pickled peanuts.

This was Shen Anzhi's first time setting foot on this legendary land of Bashu, and he had traveled a long and arduous journey.

Huanglongxi Village is a charming and poetic place.

Stepping into Huanglongxi Village is like stepping into a tranquil and beautiful landscape painting.

The ancient buildings are arranged in a staggered manner, with green tiles and white walls, telling the story of the past.

Beside the village, a clear stream flows gently; that is Huanglongxi.

The stream, like a flowing ribbon, shimmers with sparkling light under the sunlight.

Willows sway gently by the stream, their branches dancing in the wind, adding a touch of tender greenery to the village.

Having been deceived by the spirit snake in Sanqing Mountain, and filled with hatred and anticipation for the future, Shen Anzhi must find a way to balance the spiritual energy within his body and kill the Black Python General here.

Seeing Shen Anzhi enjoying the vinegar-soaked peanuts without saying a word, the tea stall owner, Granny Liu, looked him up and down and swayed as she walked to the table.

"Grandma, I've heard that the Sichuan Basin is a land for cultivators..."

"Yes, yes, yes, whether you're a cultivator, a leisurely person, or just looking to coast along, come to Sichuan! Sichuan is a land of outstanding people and abundant resources, a perfect place for cultivators."

"Oh." Shen Anzhi nodded and smiled after hearing this, not expecting the people here to be so enthusiastic.

"By the way, young lady, where are you from? Where are you going?" The old woman sat down.

Shen Anzhi put down his chopsticks: "I come from Sanqing Mountain. My name is Shen Anzhi. My master told me that the Sichuan Basin is a paradise for cultivators, so I came here."

Grandma Liu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Shen Anzhi is a nice name, very nice, hehe."

After saying that, Granny Liu continued to introduce the place while pouring wine: "Our Sichuan and Chongqing area is full of sacred places for cultivation. There are Shushan, Emei Mountain, Qingcheng Mountain, Shunan Bamboo Sea, and Shenshan, and there is also the mysterious Daocheng. There are so many. Fellow Daoists and immortals from all over the country gather here."

These words struck a chord with Shen Anzhi. He had indeed come to the right place. He was now a ten-coin demon slayer, but his spiritual power, cultivation, and skills were not even as good as a seven-coin demon catcher. He needed to find a place to properly adjust his spiritual power, cultivation, and skills to achieve balance.

"Where is the best place?" Shen Anzhi asked curiously.

The old woman looked around, pondered for a moment, and said, "Judging from what you cultivate and your attire, you should be a demon slayer. The best place is the Shunan Bamboo Sea, where there are many fellow demon slayers."

Shunan Bamboo Sea.

The image of the bamboo forest vividly appeared in Shen Anzhi's mind, and he nodded repeatedly.

"By the way, Grandma, have any monsters appeared in the village recently? Like a black python?"

Shen Anzhi wanted to find out the whereabouts of General Black Python, who had already fled to Shu.

The old woman didn't seem to listen to Shen Anzhi's words, and nodded repeatedly as she watched the pretty young girl get up.

“Girl, look, it’s getting dark. Perfect timing, our village is having a bonfire party tonight.”

"Bonfire party!"

This was the first time Shen Anzhi had ever heard of a bonfire party. It was his first time in the Sichuan-Chongqing region, so he was naturally very curious. Since it was getting late, he decided to stay overnight in Huanglongxi Village.

"Come on, fill the wine cup to the brim! These pickled peanuts are the best snack to go with wine in our village."

"Thank you, thank you, Grandma, it really is delicious."

"By the way, how come a girl like you has a man's wine gourd?"

"This? Hehe, from an old friend."...

As night fell, Huanglongxi Village was illuminated by a roaring bonfire.

Flames leaped in the night sky, illuminating the joyful faces of the villagers.

In the open space of the village, people gathered around a campfire, their laughter echoing throughout the village.

Children frolic and play among the crowd, holding homemade toys in their hands, their faces beaming with innocent smiles.

The women, dressed in brightly colored traditional clothing, chatted and swayed gently to the music.

"Anzhi, Anzhi, come quickly, put this on and dance."

"Dance?"

Faced with a leather bag and a panda headgear that Granny Liu brought, Shen Anzhi was on the verge of tears. Although he had a slender and agile figure, he knew nothing about dancing.

"Grandma, Grandma, forget it, forget it, I really can't dance."

"Oh my, today is our village's annual Panda Festival, everyone is having so much fun."

Following Granny Liu's gaze, we looked at the open space in front of the village.

As the primitive music played, a group of dancers dressed in panda costumes began to perform the traditional panda dance.

Their costumes are fluffy, black and white, and realistically mimic the appearance of pandas.

The dancer wore a panda headgear, and her round head swayed gently with her movements, making her extremely cute.

The dance begins with dancers taking light and springy steps, their hands mimicking the short, chubby forelimbs of a panda, slightly bent and swaying, as if the adorable pandas were strolling around.

"This panda dance has a history of thousands of years, let us teach you."

"Go, go, together, together."

And so, urged on by Granny Liu and the other two women, Shen Anzhi joined the ranks of the dancers. Although he didn't know how to dance, he followed along and learned, with laughter and chatter filling the air.

As the audience applauded and cheered, the smile on Grandma Liu's face gradually disappeared.

"Old woman, is this girl you're talking about reliable?"

The old village chief, Yang Daiwu, slowly approached Granny Liu, leaning on his cane.

"Sigh... there's nothing we can do. Who would be willing to sacrifice their own children? She just arrived in the village today, I think she came from Sanqing Mountain. Since we've run into her, well..."

"Over the years, we've probably sent at least ten girls from our village to Wolonggang. Sigh, I feel so guilty towards their families, so ashamed..."

Yang Daiwu seemed unwilling to recall those painful memories, and as he spoke, he wiped away his tears and turned to walk towards the ancestral hall.

Tonight, Huanglongxi Village is actually holding a sacrificial ceremony. The "Panda Dance" is the sacrificial dance, and after the ceremony, a little fairy will be sent to Wolonggang.

Originally, this "little fairy" was a girl from the village who had just turned eighteen. Her whole family was crying their eyes out over this, but Shen Anzhi's arrival gave them hope.

"Grandma, Grandma, this is so much fun, hahaha."

Shen Anzhi, who was tired from dancing, was about to take off his headgear when he was stopped by the old woman.

“Anzhi, don’t take it off. If you take it off, the best wishes will be gone.”

"Oh? Is that how it's said? Okay."

"Yes, look at you, you're the only white cat in the group, blessed by them."

"Wow,

A new story, a new beginning.