I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 12 Black Snake
"Xiangzi's basket-carrying move doesn't need to be too fast, and Xiao Qi doesn't need to be too fast either."

At first, he practiced quite well, but as he continued, Lin Qingquan noticed something was wrong.

It's too fast. No matter which move Xiao Qi uses, it's extremely fast, so fast that it doesn't even seem like his swordsmanship anymore.

Lin Qingquan, as if remembering something, asked, "Xiao Qi, have you learned other sword techniques?"

Yes, she learned the Jade Clan Sword Technique. Her master said, "In martial arts, speed is the only thing that matters." A fancy name is useless if you can't beat someone, so her master only taught her one name: Jade Clan Kung Fu!
But I can't say that.

She shook her head and denied it, "No, I just thought your swordsmanship was too effeminate, so I added some movements to make it look more powerful."

Lin Qingquan:
He couldn't stand his daughter always saying he was "too effeminate." She was only five years old; where did she learn that?

Besides, he's not effeminate at all; he's tall, strong, and very manly, okay?
"Aunt, if you add more moves, can this sword technique still be called the Eight Immortals Sword Technique?"

Meng Ziyang held a wooden sword in his hand, and asked Meng Qi questions as he danced with it.

"Of course I won't call it."

Meng Qi stopped what she was doing, casually tossed the wooden sword aside, rolled her eyes, and said, "Let's call it the Meng Family Sword Technique."

"The Dream Clan Sword Technique?"

Meng Jiu sat to one side watching the group practice swordsmanship. Hearing her granddaughter's words, she couldn't help but smile, "Good name, let's call her that."

"Cluck cluck cluck."

Before Meng Jiu could finish speaking, her cell phone, which was placed in the main room, suddenly rang.

He got up to answer the phone.

"Big Dog, are they all sold out? Still not enough? You said there aren't many left. Here's another piece for your great-grandfather. We'll have two more meals and then it'll be gone."

Meng Qi recognized the voice as coming from Meng Zichen and rushed into the main room to her grandfather. She tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Ask him how much he got for it?"

Meng Zichen heard Meng Qi's words on the phone and said to Ninth Grandfather, "Grandfather, tell Aunt that I brought a total of fifty-eight catties. The boss gave me a fair price of three hundred yuan per catty, and I made a total of seventeen thousand four hundred yuan."

More than ten thousand.
Meng Qi's eyes widened, and the light in them touched Meng Jiu, making him chuckle as well. He praised the dog, "Well done! I'll save you another piece and braise it for you when you come back."

He didn't offer Meng Zichen any compensation for his hard work, and even if he did, he wouldn't accept it. All the men in the Meng family are the same; when someone helps someone, it's truly a genuine act of kindness. Asking for help would be too formal.

Meng Zichen was also happy. He made money by selling snake meat for Ninth Master, and he even received praise from the boss, who gave him a big red envelope.

There were a full five thousand yuan inside.

Where can we find such wild game again?
He didn't dare suggest that Ninth Master look for another snake. This was a nearly six-meter-long python, its body thicker than a bucket. Forget about finding another one; even if he did, could Ninth Master kill one, let alone a second?

That's too dangerous; he wouldn't dare let the old man take that risk.

While Meng Jiu and his grandson were on the phone in the main room, Lin Qingquan, standing in the courtyard, heard everything clearly.

He looked down at his severed arm. He had eaten snake meat several times in the past few days, and he didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the wound was itchy and numb, but it didn't hurt anymore.

After leaving the Grand Canyon, he only stayed in a hospital in Kyoto for a week before rushing back to Qingzhou to find Shulan and Xiaoqi.

So when he arrived at Yunmeng Village, his wounds hadn't actually healed yet.

Because it was torn apart by a wolf demon, the cut is irregular and rather gruesome, and it will take at least a month to fully heal and be painless.

This is because he is not an ordinary person; he has the ability to use luck to heal his wounds.

But it's only been a few days, and it's already healed.

Does the flesh of a snake demon really have such effects?

If that's really the case, then at 300 yuan per jin, Meng Zichen really sold it too cheaply. But Meng Qi was already very satisfied.

Even if she's very smart, she's only five years old and doesn't really have a concept of money.

Normally, her grandfather, as well as her great-grandfathers, would give her ten or twenty yuan, which she felt was already a lot.

You can buy whatever you want at the small shops in Yunmeng Village.

Now she suddenly has over ten thousand, well, that should be enough for her mother and her fairy master to live on for a few years.

Meng Qi happily invited Meng Ziyang out to play, and she even stopped practicing her swordplay.

Meanwhile, Meng Shulan was forcibly taken out of Sanqing Mountain by Yu Qingge.

She wanted to go eat spicy hot pot; she didn't want to stay in this boring mountain place any longer.

In a flash, the two arrived at the foot of Sanqing Mountain, just away from the military's cordon.

However, since Sanqing Mountain has been relatively peaceful in recent years, without the "earthquake" of ten years ago or the appearance of any threatening demons, the vigilance has been slightly relaxed, and it is not as serious as before.

Actually, no matter what, it's not a big deal for Yu Qingge.

She knows how to hide.

If she wanted to, no one could see her.

Meng Shulan also wanted to learn, but she still hadn't mastered the art of summoning spirits, let alone magic.

Qingge said that this requires talent; if you can't learn it, you just can't learn it, and even if you study it your whole life, it may be of no use.

Although Meng Shulan didn't believe in superstition, she still put magic second and focused on fist techniques instead.

This requires hard work; as long as you're willing to put in the effort, you'll eventually learn something.

She would occasionally feel discouraged, though. She had always been an excellent student, consistently ranking in the top three in her grade. She even went from her town to Qingzhou No. 1 Middle School for the high school entrance exam, and ranked third in the city for the college entrance exam, gaining admission to the Chinese Literature Department of Kyoto University.

But all her pride crumbled before the cultivation techniques Yu Qingge spoke of.

If she had been born in Qingge's world, she would probably have been a useless person.

After the two left, in a deep pool inside Sanqing Mountain that was not easily reached by people, the calm water suddenly rippled gently, and then a string of bubbles rose from the very center. Then, with a splash, a huge snake head leaped out of the water.

Its dark head emitted a chilling phosphorescence, one snake eye burned like a green will-o'-the-wisp, while the other was a dark hole. The wound ran from its left eye to its mouth, twisted and grotesque, making it look particularly frightening.

If Shen Xiu and Lin Qingquan were here, they would probably recognize the snake at a glance.

Ten years ago, in the battle at Qingshui Village at the foot of the mountain, Shen Xiu's comrade-in-arms, who was a sniper, shot and blew out the snake's eye. The black snake, carrying boundless rage, violently attacked his comrade-in-arms.

Shen Xiu fired the machine gun frantically, but the snakeskin was like a layer of armor, and ordinary bullets seemed to have no effect on it.

The snake's tail swept towards his comrade, pulling the sniper out of his hiding place.

After killing two rat demons, Lin Qingquan arrived to provide support. He flew up and thrust his sword at the snake's eye that had been blown out, then slashed downwards along the bloody hole.

Therefore, the wound that ran from the snake's eye to its mouth was left by Lin Qingquan.

After being injured, the black snake fled into Sanqing Mountain and disappeared without a trace.

Good afternoon!

I have something to do today, so Chapter Two will be posted later.

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