Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

It was a big deal that Nan Fuguang became a Jindan-stage cultivator. In comparison, Lu Sang, the "new disciple of Yunshang Immortal Venerable", was indeed overshadowed by her.

What made people more concerned, of course, was the skill she showed in the main hall. Although Bai Jue insisted that she had "struck hard, and if she didn't leave immediately afterwards, she wouldn't be able to stand", the effect of killing the chicken to scare the monkey was achieved. For a long time, the pharmacists in the medicine pavilion avoided her as the senior sister.

Except for the group of idiots in the medicine pavilion, the other fellow disciples regarded Nan Fuguang as a hot commodity. After all, ever since they started cultivating immortals, they had never seen anyone perform large-scale attack spells with nothing in their hands and without using magic weapons or immortal tools.

It was so cool when the vigorous ancient banyan tree emerged from the ground, blocking out the sky and breaking through the roof of the hall!
Magical instruments are made of various innate precious materials. Different types of materials correspond to different five elements attributes, which resonate with the spiritual root attributes of the cultivator himself. After the corresponding spell is chanted, the spell cycle is completed, becoming the final link in the spell output.

Therefore, some magic weapons or immortal tools made of precious ancient materials can maximize the power, and even achieve the effect of surpassing the cultivator's own ability... For example, if Yan Ji'an's Yusui Sword was placed in Lu Sang's hands, she might be able to unleash a blow that matches that of a Jindan or even Yuanying stage cultivator.

This is the basic theory of the existing magical instruments in the world.

Even for Yunshang Xianzun, who was a sword cultivator, when people passed on his legend, they would inevitably mention his Yusui sword that astonished the three realms and six paths.

But when this bizarre operation happened to Nan Fuguang, it didn't seem like there was anything surprising about it.

"One of the evil little inventions." Facing the countless indirect attacks from Sect Master Xie Cong, the eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect humbly waved her hands and said, "It's really nothing special. Just treat it as a circus for me."

Because of Nan Fuguang's "juggling", the roof of the main hall of Yuntian Sect was poked into a hedgehog. At this moment, the routine meeting every ten days had to be moved from the main hall to the side hall. Xie Cong cursed in his heart and asked her how she broke through the late stage of foundation building without making any noise.

As soon as this question came out, Nan Fuguang subconsciously looked towards Yan Ji'an who was sitting in the main seat.

Unexpectedly, such an unintentional glance collided with the other party's calm return gaze. Nan Fuguang was slightly stunned, but did not avoid his gaze, but just curved the corners of his lips: "Nothing else, the state of mind is great, governing by inaction, and following nature."

Xie Cong: "Speak human language."

Nan Fuguang: “I’ve come to terms with it.”

This time, even Xie Cong looked up at the first seat reflexively. After a moment, he reacted and withdrew his gaze in embarrassment.

Xie Cong half-seriously scolded Nan Fuguang, saying that she was perfunctory, and arranged for her to have a sparring match with Wuyou during the inner sect disciples' martial arts selection in the second half of the month and to demonstrate to her fellow disciples.

Nan Fuguang's fingertips brushed across the green sword at his waist and he let out an "Oh".

Xie Cong frowned, "Ask the Immortal Venerable to change your sword. You are the eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect, a sword cultivator at the Jindan stage, and you are still using the cast iron sword that is uniformly distributed by the sect... If other sects see this, they will think that the Yuntian Sect is so poor!"

Nan Fuguang was about to say something, but the Immortal Venerable, who had been silent like a mute since the beginning of the meeting, responded, although it was just a "hmm" sound from his nose.

Nan Fuguang turned around and smiled at him again, saying sweetly, "Disciple thanks Master in advance."

……

Then, as soon as the meeting was over, she didn't go back to Taoting with Yan Jian to choose a sword. She just slipped down the mountain.

……

After Lu Sang appeared, the frequency of Nan Fuguang's appearance in the mortal world increased sharply. Wuqiong supported his chin and yawned and said, "I'm a bit tired of seeing you. Your father... Oh, no, your Taoist partner used the confiscated two-sided mirror to warn me not to play with you."

Despite saying such sarcastic words, she still dragged Nan Fuguang to the wonton stall. At this time, the moon was already above the treetops, and the farmers who had been working in the fields at sunset had already returned home and went to bed.

The wonton stall has good business. All the married ladies or husbands who have been married for more than ten years and don't want to go home after a busy day's work are willing to come here.
The ladies looked at the handsome butcher making wontons and were amazed at how this man could kill a pig and do such delicate work; the men drank in groups of three or five, sighing that life was not easy and they really worked hard.

It was quite lively for a while.

Nan Fuguang changed out of the Taoist robe of the Yuntian Sect and casually found a piece of cloth that was convenient for walking. He casually tied up his hair that was usually loose. As he drank a pot of hot wine, a layer of light pink floated on his fair face...

She dipped her hands in wine and drew two stick figures on the tattered wooden table of the wonton stall, vividly telling Wuqiong and Lu Sang how they cried and ran into the arms of her future Taoist partner.

Who doesn’t want to hear gossip?
What's more, you can immediately laugh at the person involved for being a big complainer.

Wuqiong laughed so hard that he bent over, and asked, "It's only been a few days, and Lu Sang was originally very afraid of your master, so why did he hug him now?"
Nan Fuguang bit his lower lip, biting it until it turned from pale white to rosy red, but he said in a very nonchalant tone: "Later, she probably knew that I knew that she and Yan Ji'an were hugging each other in tears under the marriage tree in front of our marriage cards, so she took the initiative to apologize to me, saying that she didn't mean it, but she just dreamed about some things before the Shatuo Likong Tree withered and couldn't help herself... Ah? I suddenly realized? She called me?"

Her late realization naturally caused Wuqiong to laugh wildly again: "First come, first served. You are the one who came in from behind."

She drank the last bit of Middle-earth liquor in the bowl in one gulp. The strong liquor made her head feel like she was hit by a hammer. Nan Fuguang felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to die. She felt both physically and mentally depressed. She pursed her lips and thought that she should not have given Yan Ji'an a bad look during the sect meeting in the morning.

In the silence, a small hill suddenly loomed behind me with great force.

There was a little oil splashed on the rough blue linen sleeves that passed over her shoulders, and the wontons in front of her were fragrant, white and plump in a bowl sprinkled with fresh green onions.

"It's a gift to warm your stomach. Don't vomit in my store."

As warm as the first four words are, as cold as the last five words are.

Nan Fuguang half-turned his body and looked back at the butcher standing behind him. He stood there with his eyebrows lowered and his facial features as clear as a knife, and the corners of his lips were naturally relaxed and slightly pursed...
He just stood there, but gave people an inexplicable sense of alienation.

Obviously, his expression always seems to be calm and indifferent.

Nan Fuguang decided to attribute this to an illusion caused by drinking too much.

"What's wrong?" Nan Fuguang asked, "You won't let me stay away from you now?"

"Sister Fairy cleared out the store's stock of earthenware tonight by herself," the butcher was very sensible. "As a small business, you can't drive away customers. It will ruin your reputation."

How can I gossip about you to others? Now everyone on this street has your last name. If I ruin your reputation, would I be afraid that they will beat me?

Nan Fuguang rolled his eyes at him and turned around to continue chatting with Wuqiong.

Wuqiong asked about Lu Sang's dream, and Nan Fuguang shrugged disapprovingly and said, "People in Yuntian Sect love to dream. Maybe this is why the Track Star Pavilion was established in Yuntian Sect."

She would occasionally dream about that damn tree, standing there, either dead or alive. She had no idea what the dream meant, and was completely confused when she woke up.

Wuqiong was silent for a while, and suddenly suggested that Nan Fuguang hang a dream catcher in two days. Nan Fuguang waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Okay, but there's really nothing to see."

The two chatted for a while before Nan Fuguang realized that the man standing behind him with a strong presence turned around and sat back next to the boiler where the wontons were still boiling.

Nan Fuguang opened the fourth bottle of local liquor. She was ready to get drunk and sleep on the floor in Wuqiong's shop tonight.

……

Drinking is drinking, and there is no such thing as a sobering spell that can instantly bring you to a clear breeze and bright moon after you are completely drunk.

After three rounds of drinks, Nan Fuguang felt a little sleepy. He covered his lips and yawned. His usually bright and lively almond-shaped eyes narrowed into a line... He swept away the things that were in the way in front of him and leaned forward with half of his body as if he had no bones.

She kicked Wuqiong under the table, telling her that she was ready to go home.

Wuqiong was drunk and stood up shakily to go to the toilet.

At this time, there were not many people in the wonton stall. There were only some traveling merchants sitting next door to the next. They were passing by this small town at the foot of Yuntian Sect and came to the wonton stall to fill their stomachs and drink some wine to refresh themselves.

It was hot in the summer, and people were restless. Most of the food on the table had been eaten. They had already noticed two young ladies sitting at a table not far away.

The woman with the abacus carved with special gems hanging on her waist has a pretty face, drinks generously, has bright and shrewd eyes, and her behavior makes it clear that she is a veteran in the world.
The other one was different. She was wearing an ordinary cloth dress, with long hair casually tied up with an ordinary wooden hairpin. Her face was not like that of ordinary women who valued thinness and had a little soft flesh. She kept talking, and most of the time she was the one doing the talking.

But those little actions of subconsciously stamping feet, pursing lips or frowning to pull companions' sleeves from time to time really rubbed against the hearts of the rough guys.

They quietly looked at it from various angles and pretended to watch it casually all night. The more they watched, the more excited they became. They thought that this young lady from this small town had not seen much of the world. If they promised her the gold, silver and treasures of the capital city——

As soon as Wu Qiong left, a traveling merchant could not help but stand up.

However, just as he took a step in the direction he had in mind, a strong arm suddenly stretched out from the side and pressed on his chest in a not too offensive but very firm posture, blocking his way.

"It's better not to go, right?"
That night, the butcher who was sitting at the stall either in a daze or making wontons approached without knowing when.
At this moment, with the corners of his lips raised and his eyelids slightly drooped, his tone was still gentle, and he gave advice with a smile.
"They will be chopped into pieces."

The peddler drank two ounces of yellow urine and didn't know how high the sky was. He took a breath and was about to scold you, a butcher, for wanting to call yourself a hero for saving a beautiful girl. Why don't you look at who you are?
He suddenly raised his head and met those dark eyes, which seemed to contain a huge black vortex that made it difficult to see through. He was suddenly stunned.

The other person had a smile on his face, but in such a hot day, he shivered and his pupils dilated for a moment.

I actually took a few steps back.

How strange, he is just a butcher.

Ignoring the puzzled looks from his companions, the traveling merchant obediently sat back at his table.

Seeing this, the butcher's eyebrows drooped as if he was relieved. He curled his lips and was about to say something. At this moment, there was a commotion at the end of the market not far away.

...What a lively night this is!
He opened his eyelids and looked in the direction of the sound.

……

"Immortal Lord?"
“Oh my god, this, this, this, this—is this the Immortal Master Yunshang?”
"Why did he come down the mountain?"
"As expected, the late bird gets the meat. I knew there was a reason why I had a sudden inspiration tonight and told myself that I didn't want to go home so early to face my husband! I saw a god!"
"Ahhhh, did you see the clothes he's wearing? Oh my god, I've been wondering in my dreams what kind of robes he usually wears..."
“It’s really beautiful!”
"Did you see his sword? His sword! The red one!"
"Oh my god, monks can really fly with swords - aren't they afraid of heights?!"

The chirping of insects in midsummer is drowned out by the renewed discussions at night.

The night wind broke through, the cultivator in the Immortal Transformation Stage was already close to being a semi-immortal, his mortal body was almost completely cleansed of its marrow, and he stood on the flying sword that controlled the wind. The Immortal Venerable personified the four words "Tao Fa Xiao Yao", as light as riding a ball of blue cloud, like a flying wild goose stepping on the moon.

The legendary Yusui Sword glowed red, and the fire of the essence of the Phoenix's wings nurtured in it seemed to be endless...
On the hilt of the sword, a small string of old bronze bells swayed in the wind, making a clear "ding ding" sound -

At this moment, Nan Fuguang, who was leaning against the table with his face propped up by one hand and about to fall asleep, moved his ears and made a "hmm" sound, mumbling: "I was dreaming, I dreamed of Yan Ji'an... Damn it, this is a sin? You don't let me go even in your dreams, don't let me go even if you become a ghost!"

She muttered to herself and almost bit her tongue.

The next moment, she seemed to smell the special cold fragrance of peach blossoms that were covered by the sea of ​​clouds on the Red Snow Peak all year round. She was really confused and stunned for a moment, unable to understand how the nightmare had progressed to the point where it could penetrate the five senses -

She struggled to open her eyes and wanted to share this great discovery with Wuqiong, but she was sadly met with a pair of cold eyes that she absolutely did not want to see at that moment.

Nan Fuguang: “…”

Yan Ji'an raised his hand to put away the sword. The Yusui Sword turned into a red light and fell into his palm. Bronze bells rang loudly. It was the sword tassel tied by Nan Fuguang.

At that time, Yan Ji'an laughed at the sword cultivator and said that the sword tassel was like tying a bell around a cat's neck, so that the cat would never be able to catch a mouse again... But the sword tassel that would starve the cat to death was firmly planted on the sword cultivator's sword, and it stayed that way for decades.

Nan Fuguang leaned against the greasy table and sat up with an expressionless face.

"Daily."
Yan Ji'an lowered his head and said calmly, "Master was waiting for you at Red Snow Peak. I've been waiting for a long time, but you didn't come."

Nan Fuguang sobered up instantly, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything meaningful.

It was eerily quiet around there, and the small wonton stall was surrounded by a crowd of onlookers.
The peddlers at the table not far away also stood up and stood still, not daring to move, including the one who had just sat down - he looked at the young lady whom he had just identified as a "village girl", then looked at the immortal who was standing in front of her and leaning over to talk to her, and it was obvious that they had a special relationship... and finally turned his head to the butcher, already considering him as his life-saving father in the next life.

The alcohol took over Nan Fuguang's head, and she felt dizzy again. Before she could think about the chaotic thoughts in her mind, she waved her hands palely and said, "I'll take a leave today, Master. If you have anything, we'll talk tomorrow... tomorrow."

Wuqiong, who had gone to the bathroom at this time, came back late. She stared at Nan Fuguang, who was too drunk to speak clearly, and exclaimed "Aiya". She raised her head and saw Yunshang Xianzun standing in front of her with an expressionless face. She exclaimed "Aiya" again as if she had seen a ghost.

"Yes." Nan Fuguang pointed at Wuqiong's nose and said, "I'll stay at her place tonight. I'll be back soon... Wuqiong, my love, shall we go to Yunyan Alley for a stroll later?"

Where is Yunyanxiang? It is, of course, the gender-reversed version of Zuihongshengxiaolou.

I thought this question was too out of scope and I couldn't answer it.

Without waiting for Wuqiong to respond, Nan Fuguang turned to Yan Ji'an and said, "It makes sense to do this! You can't expect me to fly back on my sword like this - I can't let you put me in your Qiankun bag - it's okay, Master, it's okay! Everything is okay!"

As she spoke, she waved her hand casually.

"What are you doing in this mortal world? Well, it's none of my business. Go and do your thing. Go quickly! If you have anything to do with your disciple, we can talk about it tomorrow!"

To show she was serious, she nodded assuredly.

Yan Ji'an frowned when he heard that. He didn't understand what Nan Fuguang meant when he said that he came to the mortal world to do something "that has nothing to do with her". He was already impatient waiting in Tao Pavilion today, and he was also dissatisfied with her recent frequent visits to the mortal world, so he came here specifically to arrest her.

He wanted to scold him for saying that alcohol was harmful to the body and had no benefits for cultivators, but at this moment, Yunshang Immortal Venerable raised his eyes, and his gaze inadvertently swept across the man who was standing outside the crowd with his arms folded and leaning against a wooden beam. He was suddenly stunned.

Across the crowd of people whispering, their eyes met briefly...
The butcher still had the same indifferent expression as a moment ago, with half of his face hidden in the shadows of the night.

The gazes then casually parted.

This was the butcher who chatted with her in the two-way mirror that day.

There was indeed no way to put the drunk Nan Fuguang into the Qiankun bag, but there were other ways... Determined to carry out the purpose of coming to the mortal world to the end, Yan Ji'an bent down under Wuqiong's horrified gaze, and held the limp mud on the table horizontally in his arms -

The immortal's waist-length hair swept across the grease on the tabletop, and the sleeves of his spotless Taoist robe rubbed against the chili oil on the edge of the table.

The thing in his arms groaned twice in discomfort because of the way he was folded up. He lowered his eyes and said, "Don't move."

Nan Fuguang stopped moving.

She turned her face and buried it in his chest, sleeping soundly as quietly as a chicken.

Yan Ji'an turned around and politely but distantly reminded Wu Qiong that if it happens again, please ask the owner of the Rare Treasure Pavilion to use the two-sided mirror to inform me -
Then he understood the rules of conduct in the mortal world to the greatest extent possible, and lowered his eyes slightly, only to see the bag on his waist loosen its buckle by itself and float in front of Wuqiong.

Wuqiong was thinking, how could there be a next time? He took the sachet and weighed it uncontrollably. Most of the bag was made of top-quality crystals that jingled against each other.

At that moment, she forced herself to hold back the offer to personally carry Nan Fuguang back to Yuntian Sect or even carry her back to the bed on Chiri Peak, wipe her face and cover her with a quilt before leaving.

——It’s not that she can’t earn this dirty money, it’s mainly because non-invited guests cannot pass through the gate of Yuntian Sect.

Yan Jian arranged everything, then bent down and approached the lips of Nan Fuguang who was sleeping for unknown reasons, sniffing the strong smell of alcohol on her breath like an animal... The space between his eyebrows was big enough to kill a flying insect, and the hand on the waist of the person in his arms tightened silently.

Yunshang Immortal was about to leave, just as he hurriedly descended from the sky. The crowd made way for him. He summoned the Yusui Sword, but was unable to use the sword-controlling technique.

The Broken Feather Sword was suspended in the air, and it seemed to feel that it would have to bear the weight of two people for a while, and it made an impatient buzzing sound.

Turning around, the Immortal Venerable looked straight at the butcher who had been standing not far away without moving.

"Pig-killer."

The man who had been silent since just now finally moved. He looked around as if to confirm that the Immortal Master was talking to him, and after a long while he turned his head back.

"Have I ever met you before?"

“…never.”

The butcher glanced at the guy who was sleeping unconsciously in the former's arms, touched the tip of his nose, and said in a flat and lazy tone -

"I have an ordinary face, sorry."

Yan Ji'an seemed to want to say something else.

The butcher smiled and said, "It's getting late, please go back, Immortal Lord."

There was a moment of disgust in Yan Ji'an's eyes, and he thought to himself, what does it have to do with you?
After a moment, he was confused again for some reason, and thought, it is time to go back...
What the butcher said is indeed right.

(End of this chapter)