Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

Those black eyes that seemed to be forever indifferent, arrogant and superior suddenly turned dark at that moment.

Everyone could only see a green Taoist robe fluttering before their eyes, and the Immortal Master Yunshang, who was sitting in the first seat a moment ago, had already landed in front of the eldest senior sister of the Yuntian Sect.

The latter did not retreat at all, as if his feet had taken root. He raised his chin slightly and looked at his master calmly.

"What kind of weapon is that? Wow, so powerful!"
"Did you see it? Did you see it? This tree grew out of nowhere?"
"Ahhh, I thought Senior Sister didn't take anything good from the Immortal Lord's treasure house—"
Everyone came to their senses, closed their mouths in surprise, and found their own voices.
"I have never seen this before. Do you think it is a divine weapon or a fairy weapon?"
"You're asking me? I'm a medicine cultivator who refines medicine? Why don't you go ask the people in the Equipment Refining Pavilion... Okay, they also look stupid."
"... Obsessed, right? You medicine cultivators really talk in a harsh way."

Yan Ji'an raised his hand and flicked it gently. No talisman appeared, but runes floated in the air. The golden talisman turned into a golden light, instantly covering the ancient tree that occupied most of the space in the hall.
The ancient tree gradually withered along the reverse trace of its growth. With the last breeze, the tree turned into ashes, leaving only broken and messy bluestone tiles...
With a tiny tree seedling in the debris.

Baijiu, who was tied up in layers, fell to the ground like a pupa. Because his mouth was covered, he let out a painful groan with tears in his eyes.

Yan Jiyan didn't even look back at him.

He quickly reached out and grasped Nan Fuguang's arm, which was behind her back. His sleeve slid down her skin to her elbow, and the Immortal Venerable's elegant and slender hand rested on the pulse point on her warm wrist.

Her fingertips were cold, and the spiritual energy was like cool stream water, flowing along the Shenmen acupoint into her qi sea.

There was silence for a few moments.

Yan Jian's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he raised his eyelids and looked into Nan Fuguang's eyes. He used a statement tone: "You are already in the early stage of the golden elixir."

The sound was not loud, but it was loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear.

Nan Fuguang did not deny it, but just lowered her head and avoided looking at her. Her gaze fell on the big hand that was clasping her wrist, and she found that Yunshang Immortal did not seem to have any intention of letting her go after taking her pulse.

Baijiu, who was tied up like a dumpling, silently widened his eyes, the only eyes that could move freely.

Lu Sang, who had been standing next to the chief seat, raised his hand to cover his mouth and let out an exclamation.

Inside the hall, the rest of the people fell silent again.

……

It turned out that it was not some magical weapon or immortal artifact taken from the Dragon Treasure House of Yunshang Immortal Venerable.

It was just an ordinary Taoist robe and ordinary sleeve silk, no different from the sleeve silk that the eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect used to use.

"The Jindan stage can actually reach this level... Senior Brother Wuyou has a single spiritual root of the earth element, and in the Jindan stage - have you ever seen Senior Brother Wuyou move a mountain with his bare hands?"
"That's the eldest sister. She always behaves strangely. Have you seen 'It Knows and Must Shout' a few days ago?"

Xie Cong, the leader of Yuntian Sect, turned around and took the nearest one from the ranking of ancestors behind him and wiped off the dust. While wiping, he muttered to the old ancestor: "Forget it, forget it. She has worked so hard to reach the Golden Core Stage. What's wrong with poking a hole in the roof?"

Beside Xie Cong, the eldest senior brother of the Yuntian Sect let out a brief breath.

Xie Cong turned his head and looked expressionlessly at his beloved disciple who had instantly regained his expressionless face.

Xie Yunxing exposed him: "Stop laughing."

Wu You said “Oh”.
"Not smiling."
Pause.
"She used the wood attribute well, so there is no need to wash it off."

Xie Yunxing rolled her eyes, but she didn't refute because she thought there was nothing wrong with what Wuyou said.

……

Wuyou's words drew a calm glance from Yunshang Tianzun.

But before he could respond, the Immortal Master withdrew his gaze without any concern. During this time, he did not even let go of Nan Fuguang, but subconsciously held her soft wrist tighter.

Nan Fuguang frowned slightly, feeling hurt by being grabbed, so he raised his head and looked at the Immortal Lord above his head with displeasure.

She was glaring at him.

Realizing this, Yan Jian pursed his lips and said, "Then the Xumu Cleansing Marrow Pill—"

There was a hint of confusion in his tone, as if he didn't know what to do.

"I do not want."

Nan Fuguang said firmly.

"Daily."

Yan Jian frowned, wanting to tell her to stop being willful. She wouldn't need the Marrow Cleansing Pill in her Golden Core Stage, but it would be useful for her to break through to the next level.

However, before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted.

"The Xumu Cleansing Marrow Pill is a good thing, but relying on it to break through the cultivation stage will make me unable to hold my head up for the rest of my life. Didn't you hear what I said just now? When you drank the apprenticeship tea and took out the Cleansing Marrow Pill, they laughed at me and laughed very loudly."

Yan Ji'an frowned slightly.

Nan Fuguang stared at his brows, paused, and turned to Lu Sang: "I don't know how you and Junior Sister Lu Sang planned to use this thing to appease me and force me to accept the current situation."

"Senior Sister, that's not what I meant..."
The girl who was named lost all color on her face, but it was too late to say anything now, because she herself had just said "discuss it with the master", and everyone heard it clearly.

"But I told you when I chose you as my master that I am not good at sharing with others and I will never learn this... You didn't object at the time, so I took it as my acquiescence. So I can't let go of this situation today. Before I can figure out what to do, I can only grit my teeth and endure it."

Nan Fuguang admired the pale look of the little junior sister for a while, then turned back and smiled at Yan Ji'an without much smile -

"Before that, please don't think about making it up to me with any rare treasures. It's impossible to make it up. From the day when I was in my teens and first had my first breath, the moment I stood in front of you, 'apprenticeship' has become a lifelong thing. This matter is more important than any rare treasures."

Nan Fuguang broke free from the restraints on his hands and brushed away the hand that was holding his wrist without leaving a trace.

The warm touch in his palm was suddenly gone, and Yan Ji'an was stunned for a moment as he looked at his empty hand.

"That's it. I've finished what I said. Finally, congratulations to Master for having another beloved disciple. Nan Fuguang is leaving."

After saying that, Nan Fuguang summoned the Green Light Sword on the spot, jumped forward despite countless different looks behind him, and resolutely left the scene.

Behind her, Baijiu was still rolling around on the ground;
Lu Sang stared at him at a loss with eyes like a small animal;
The disapproving yet appreciative look from Sect Leader Xie Cong;
The other fellow disciples were still immersed in the shock brought by the six big words "You have reached the initial stage of Golden Core".

All of the above together weave together the strongest holy sound of praise to celebrate Nan Fuguang's breakthrough from the late foundation-building stage to the golden elixir stage.

Nan Fuguang almost wanted to lift up the hem of his Taoist robe and kneel down to salute everyone, sincerely thanking them for cooperating with the performance.

After all, everyone's reaction now is consistent with the best script she could imagine at the beginning.

……

The eldest sister of Yuntian Sect killed people everywhere.

She dared to guarantee that she had ruined the entire apprenticeship ceremony by herself, and now there should be few people in the hall who were in a happy mood.

Nan Fuguang returned to his cave, set up a ban, rolled onto the bed, took out a two-sided mirror and called Wuqiong. The face on the other side appeared in the two-sided mirror at the first moment and looked desperately at Nan Fuguang's head.

"What are you looking for?" Nan Fuguang asked.

"Green hat." Wuqiong was quite calm, "It's a big one."

"Don't make me slap you when I'm the happiest in my life."

With the two-sided mirror in hand, Wuqiong was just letting this senior sister from the sect of the immortal cultivation world speak harshly. If she was really angry, she wouldn’t have held on to the two-sided mirror and refused to let go… Wuqiong glanced at her and said, “The happiest moment of your life?”

Nan Fuguang fell silent.

Then with a gloomy face, she was really about to turn off the two-way mirror. Wuqiong saw her like this and quickly stopped her. He asked her what was wrong and whether the real dragon and the divine phoenix had an affair during the apprenticeship ceremony and became a couple on the spot?
Nan Fuguang rolled her eyes and shook her head, then told Wuqiong about her heroic deeds in detail, which drew a few whistles of applause. Congratulations to her for actually speaking her mind and not being mute, and taking an important step towards avoiding becoming a cannon fodder in storybooks.

Then Nan Fuguang made a request that Wuqiong found very incredible -

She invited her to the pork stall and handed the two-way mirror to the butcher.

"What are you doing? I saw you were in a bad mood last time so I took you to see a doctor. Are you still drunk?" Wuqiong was shocked. "You will be unlucky for three years if you are drunk with a man."

Horse riding.

"I just want to watch him kill a pig! I don't know why I feel better when I see him killing a pig with a knife, as if there is nothing in the world that cannot be cut in half with a knife - forget it, you don't understand! I broke through to the Jindan stage at his pork stall! He is the first witness! Now that I am shining and shining, shouldn't I inform him if I am rich and powerful!"

"Nan Fuguang," Wuqiong asked seriously, "are you sick?"

……

It’s like your pet has some strange habits. As long as it doesn’t eat poop, you will look disgusted but it’s hard not to satisfy it with love.

Wuqiong muttered, "You all have broken brains when you cultivate immortality and enter the Tao." In the midst of endless slander, she finally reluctantly took the two-way mirror to the pork stall. It was already evening in the mortal world, the hottest time of the day.

In the two-sided mirror, Wuqiong romantically showed Nan Fuguang a fiery red sunset. In the afterglow, the pork stall was still the same as the last time he saw it, except that there was no familiar person standing behind the stall. The empty stall was cleaned up neatly.

A wonton stall was set up next to the pork stall. The small stall was nothing more than a stove with a pot of pork bone soup on top. A man was sitting on a small stool, squatting next to the burning fire, making wontons.

Perhaps it was still hot, his light blue jacket was half soaked with sweat and turned dark blue, sticking wetly to his body. The rough cloth was far from the ethereal air of a monk, but it clearly outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

The man leaned sideways, his tall nose casting a small shadow on one side of his cheek. As he repeated the same action of making wontons, he half-closed his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep, and a strand of his hair fell down...

Hearing the footsteps, the pair of eyes that were almost closed finally opened again, and a strand of black hair happened to fall in front of his eyes, covering the laziness and leisure in his eyes.

"Well?"
He made a confused snort.

"Don't look at me. I don't want to come if I can help it."

The butcher moved his lips, and Wuqiong stared at his lips warily for a moment, as if he had been cheated, but the latter just smiled in a relaxed manner.
"Oh, you want wontons?"

Wuqiong ordered a bowl of wontons and handed the two-way mirror to the butcher.

The latter probably had never seen this thing before. Anyway, Nan Fuguang saw a big hand rubbing on the mirror. After a while, when she couldn't help but shout "Stop touching it", she saw a complete and handsome face appear behind the mirror.

The two looked at each other through the two-way mirror and fell into silence for no reason.

But it was not as frustrating as the silent standoff with Yan Ji'an. Nan Fuguang could hear his own heartbeat being steady and powerful.

"Sister Fairy."
Finally, the other party broke the silence. In the two-way mirror, the butcher's handsome face was as usual. He greeted her, "What's the matter? You left in a hurry this morning. Did you leave something in the store?"

The voice was deep and magnetic.

In the sect's main hall, Nan Fuguang, who remained as still as a mountain even as half of the sect's people stared at him, suddenly felt his heartbeat speed up for no reason.

She even forgot to argue with him about "leaving in a hurry".

“No.” Nan Fuguang rolled on the bed and tucked his feet under the pillow. “I ate your wontons this morning…”

"It's been a while." The butcher wiped away the laziness on his face, "If you tell me there's a problem now, you're extorting me."

“…I have successfully entered the Golden Core Stage.”

Butcher: “Oh.”

Nan Fuguang: “Yeah.”

The butcher: "The Jindan stage is very powerful?"

Ah, mortals.

Nan Fuguang had to count down the current ranking of the immortal cultivation world for him, and then he stared at the man behind the mirror half expectantly and half nervously, wondering if he would be as shocked as the other people in the sect. Unexpectedly, the other party just nodded, lowered his eyebrows, and laughed briefly.
"and then?"

and then?
And then shit.

The eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect had a dark face and kicked away the pillow she was stepping on. She turned over and sat up: "I am very powerful now. Do you want to be my friend?"

As she finished speaking, she clearly heard the sound of Wu Qiong choking coming from the wonton stall not far away.

Amid the earth-shaking coughing sounds from the opposite side, Nan Fuguang felt her earlobes heating up, which could not fail to bring about a surge of blood, so she could only hunch her shoulders and hide in the shadow of the window curtains.

The person on the other side of the mirror looked quite confused.

After being speechless for a while, he sighed.

"Why is Sister Fairy so obsessed with a pig butcher?"

"I think you are very lucky. I originally thought that breaking through the late stage of foundation building and entering the golden elixir stage would be a life-threatening experience, but thanks to your wonton meal, it was accomplished." Nan Fuguang said seriously, "Maybe you and I are compatible, and good things will happen if we stay together."

So are you planning to make me into a mascot and place me in front of the cave entrance?
The butcher was speechless.

"Seeing you makes me feel very calm. I think I see the possibility of practicing Buddhism and Taoism together in you. You can cultivate yourself with Taoism and cultivate your mind with Buddhism. You won't understand if I tell you." Nan Fuguang said sincerely, "For example, I was not in a good mood just now, but after talking to you for a few words, I feel better now."

Wuqiong's cough came again, and this time it seemed as if he was determined to cough out his lungs.

The butcher had no choice but to put down the two-sided mirror, stood up and poured her a bowl of tea. Nan Fuguang saw him stand up in the mirror, but he was still like a small mountain and could not be contained in one mirror.

Her eyes were fixed on his broad back, his light blue linen shirt wet with sweat and then dried with a small stain of white salt.

The butcher put down his tea bowl and turned around.

"That Immortal Lord, now he suddenly supports the fairy sister to be friends with a mere mortal pig butcher?"

"The Immortal Master Yunshang... has been busy arguing a lot today, but has not discussed this issue yet."

"Sister Fairy, are you powerful enough to protect me from that immortal king?"

"It's Yunshang Xianzun - that still won't work."
Nan Fuguang thought about the dragon clan's bad habits, such as their love of demolishing houses, collecting treasures (being robbers), paranoia, and stubbornness.
"Don't worry. He has many problems, but killing innocent people is not one of them."

"'should'."

"High probability."

After a few moments of silence, the man smiled as politely and courteously as one could expect from a butcher.

"Please don't contact me again, I beg you."

The tone was quite sincere.

"......."

Nan Fuguang was rejected again, and felt the veins on his forehead popping out. He wondered why it was so difficult to make friends in the mortal world. She, the eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect and an outstanding cultivator in the early Jindan period, didn't despise him for being a butcher, so why was he still making excuses...
With her protection, he can almost walk sideways in the eastern part of the Unclean Sea!
understand?
Do you understand?!

He was just about to show off his thunderous means to force the other party to surrender.

At this moment, she felt that the cave restriction was easily lifted by someone——
Maybe she made a door, but the door looked like it was made of thatch to the visitors.

Nan Fuguang leaned half of his body out of the bed and saw a rare guest coming to the cave door.

The slender figure blocked out most of the light in front of the cave entrance. The immortal in green Taoist robe didn't know what he had done wrong to be slapped in the face by her in public, but he didn't bear a grudge. At this moment, his words and tone could even be considered peaceful.

"RiRi, breaking through to the Golden Core Stage is certainly a good thing, but after thinking about it, I am still a little worried. Do you realize that this is too dangerous for you?"

After some sincere admonition, Dai Yan Ji'an walked into the inner room and looked at his apprentice who was sitting on the bed holding a two-sided mirror in a daze. He paused.

Nan Fuguang: “?”

Yan Ji'an lowered his eyes.

Then he asked a question that had nothing to do with the reprimand he had just given.

"I heard a strange man's voice. Ri Ri, who were you talking to in the two-way mirror just now?"

(End of this chapter)