Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

If it were any other popular folk novel, something would have to happen when the heroine got drunk, otherwise it would not be justified by such a vulgar plot.

But the drunk Nan Fuguang is probably not the heroine.

When Yan Jian carried the Feather-Smashing Sword, the only thing she wanted to say was——

"Master, do you think it would be great if the Feather Sui Sword could be a fairy carpet? You can sit comfortably while flying the sword, or even lie down... As for fighting, you can smother the person to death without bloodshed, killing without leaving any trace. Just thinking about it is very elegant."

No one knows what weird things Nan Fuguang is thinking about all day long.

Yunshang Xianzun, whose natal sword was slandered by the nonsense, naturally ignored her, but the Yusui Sword, which was already in the air, shook vigorously, probably because he was dissatisfied and wanted to throw his master and the thing in his master's arms, who was talking nonsense, off his body.

When I returned to the world of immortal cultivation, the sun had just set in that world.

The afterglow of the setting sun burned into a patch of Taohualing, dyeing the pink petals red. There was no unbearable heat from the mortal world. The moist fairy mist, accompanied by the sword and the wind, blew across Nan Fuguang's cheek.

She was sent back to the cave in Taohualing. When her feet finally landed on the familiar ground, she became a little more sober.

Leaning against the peach tree in front of the door, a breeze blew over the petals, and she raised her hand impatiently to brush them away, wondering if she should invite her future Taoist partner in to sit down with her -

"What is the matter that Master wants to do?"

But this is what he said.

Yunshang Xianzun, who was standing not far away without moving, speaking or in a hurry to leave, shook his head and said honestly, "I'm just looking for you."

"..."

I don't know what's the point of talking about this now.

Just like she would never be able to invite him in to sit down again.

"Thank you. I am very touched."

The person on the other side didn't react at all, and remained as still as a rock.

Nan Fuguang changed her standing posture, shifting her center of gravity from her left foot to her right foot, and moving her eyes away from the Immortal Venerable's face. She set her gaze on the peach tree in front of the door - ever since eating the butcher's pig intestines, the peach tree has been unusually excited as never before, and its flowering period is long and overbearing.
After a long moment, she sighed.
"Master, if you think about it carefully, do you feel that the decision to bind ourselves to the Marriage Tree and become Taoist couples was a bit hasty? At that time, the Divine Phoenix had not returned to its place, but now she has returned, otherwise..."

"Daily."

Being forcibly interrupted, Nan Fuguang pursed his lips and finally looked up at the Immortal Lord who was standing with his hands behind his back not far away.

"You're drunk." Yan Ji'an said calmly, "Go to bed early."

It's a tone that brooks no rejection.

He obviously didn't want to hear any more words she had to say next.

Nan Fuguang felt that he had sighed too many times tonight.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the shoes.

"Oh, I'm going to sleep."

Yan Ji'an left without any reluctance after saying "good night".

Nan Fuguang was not given any chance to refute him. It was not the evening now.

……

Now that you have said "good night", it is natural to go to bed.

Nan Fuguang, with his confused mind, did not forget his promise to Wuqiong. He took out a wrinkled sign that read "I will get rich only when I wake up from my dream" and hung it on the corner of the bed.

The light and pleasant sound of wind chimes blows into your ears with the evening breeze.

That night, Nan Fuguang really had a dream.

……

Unlike Lu Sang who dreamed about some little love affairs and burst into tears after waking up, Nan Fuguang could not find peace in his dreams either.

It’s the first person perspective.

——She seemed to be about to be mad to death.

Her chest was like the sail of a large dinghy on an unclean sea, wheezing as it could not bear the weight, her heart beating so fast that it almost burst out of her mouth. She rushed forward quickly while arguing with someone beside her.

"When will he stop going crazy? Guess what people have mouths for? I guess it's to inform others before taking action!"

There was originally a person following her - but perhaps because he was too tired to talk to her while walking, he suddenly turned into a colorful and complicated bird. The bird flapped its wings and flew to her shoulder: "It's so noisy! He didn't tell you because he knew you would scream like this for an endless time!"

Nan Fuguang pointed to the sky and said, "Is that a big deal? You running dog! You have no brains at all! If he plucked your hair and stuffed it into a jar to make boiled chicken, you would applaud and say it's good!"

In the direction of Nan Fuguang's finger, a phoenix was crying and wailing, and a fairy beast spread its red wings and circled overhead, refusing to leave for a long time...
The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the clouds in the sky red.

The colorful bird standing on Nan Fuguang's shoulder flapped its wings and closed its beak.

At this time, the man and the bird came to a tent. There were two soldiers guarding the tent. When they saw Nan Fuguang, they were all terrified that their armor couldn't hide. One of them stepped forward and was about to stop them when Nan Fuguang grabbed him and pulled him aside, "Get out of the way!"

She lifted the tent curtain with such force that she almost tore it off while shouting angrily. She walked inside. "Just wait. Sooner or later, I'm going to make something that sticks to my body and sings a song to shout out all the dark thoughts in my mind!"

"—I thought you knew that your evil little inventions had no effect on me."

A calm, low, and magnetic male voice entered my ears, with a nonchalant, very laziness that made me want to be beaten.

Nan Fuguang slammed on the brakes with such force that the colorful bird perched on her shoulder cursed and flapped its wings desperately to avoid falling to the ground.

With a feeling of weight on his shoulders, the huge colorful bird took advantage of the force and flew up, flying forward as if it had seen its biological father.

Moving my eyes upwards, following the flight path of the colorful bird, I saw a private area separated by a gray-black curtain deep in the tent.
In the private area, the floor was covered with a giant animal skin carpet made of the fur of an unknown creature, and in the middle of the carpet, there was a very inappropriate chair.

The colorful bird was familiar with the route. It landed on the extended part of the vine shape on the chair back, shrunk its neck, and squatted comfortably like a quail.

The chair's shape is gorgeous and a bit exaggerated. The main body is made of black unknown material. The metal texture, which is so hard that it emits a cold glow, is sculpted into the shape of branches of a Shatuo tree, which is wrapped around the chair.
Countless precious forging materials are inlaid on the branch lines.
For example, the pearls inlaid on the left and right sides that are bigger than a human face are said to be taken from the eye of the unclean sea. If they are inlaid into any piece of scrap copper or iron, it can be turned into a magic weapon. The unclean sea water can be taken from thousands of miles away, and it is inexhaustible. It only takes a blink of an eye to flood a city.

At this moment, there were two people near that damn chair.

One of them was standing beside the chair in plain clothes, holding a brush and a blank scroll in his hands. He had delicate features, and his face looked a little sickly pale because he had not seen the sun for many years. He was dressed like a scholar. When he heard the voice, he turned around, but his eyes were dim as if he had an eye problem.

The other person sat on a chair with his legs wide open, as tall as a mountain, with a casual posture but a strong sense of oppression.

He had neat short hair with his temples shaved very short. The gray hair at ear level gradually turned into black from bottom to top.
There is a silver mask on his face, and a pigeon blood red gem is embedded under his left eye...
Below the mask is an angular jaw and thin lips that are curved upward.

The man had one leg hanging on the armrest of the chair and the other leg on the lock of a large animal cage placed in front of the right side of the chair.

Following the polished leather boots, Nan Fuguang lowered her eyes. When she saw clearly that there was a dragon-like creature in the cage with its eyes covered by rags and its body covered with scars, her head buzzed.

Nan Fuguang: “…………………………”
Nan Fuguang: "Just kill me, really."

The culprit was obviously a shameless person, and even laughed. Nan Fuguang's forehead twitched wildly, and he was too lazy to pay attention to him. He took a step forward -

Perhaps it heard strange footsteps. The creature in the cage, whose body was bleeding from every wound, raised its head. Its movements were very obvious. Because its eyes were covered by a cloth and it could not see anything, it sniffed vigilantly.

Taking this opportunity, Nan Fuguang saw a deep wound on its chest that was visible to the bone. Dragon scales were the hardest thing in the world, but now it seemed to have been forcibly torn apart by the claws of some beast, and the blood and flesh were blurred, turning outward hideously;
The sharp nails on the front paws had fallen off, the silver dragon scales were turned upside down and in disarray, and some parts were left with only a few strands of flesh hanging precariously on them;
The pair of wings that could summon wind and rain and move the clouds in battle were now drooping helplessly, mixed with mud and its own blood...
The silver dragon exudes a strong smell of blood, trapped in its original form, imprisoned in a cage.
Embarrassed.

"That needs explaining."
A lazy voice floated from a chair not far ahead.
"A few days ago, I passed by the Impure Sea as usual and rushed to the East Coast, planning to inspect the mortal world over there. Although I now tacitly acknowledge that the East Coast is not my territory during the war, this is essentially against Tiangang, and I have never agreed to it... When I passed Guixu, the wind and clouds of the world suddenly changed, and I could only hear the roar of dragons and the cry of phoenixes. Before I could react, the winged boat capsized in an instant-"
The man paused.
“I almost fell.”
It sounds very aggrieved and innocent.
"It's winter now, and there are floating icebergs on the unclean sea."

Almost.

Nan Fuguang couldn't stand it anymore and pulled out a whip-like object from the Qiankun bag at his waist.

Beside the wide and luxurious chair, a man who looked like a scholar took a glance and then lowered his head to write quickly.

The man on the chair instantly retracted the upward curve of his lips.

The long legs that were casually hanging on the armrest dropped down cautiously. With a "thump", he finally sat properly. "Are you planning to use the most primitive way to rebel against your superiors?"

Nan Fuguang held a whip-like object in his hand, which was about three feet six in length. It was made of an unknown material, had twenty-one sections, and was carved with eighty-four runes.

She gently waved the whip in her hand, and there was a "crackling" sound of lightning and blue light flashing.

"I named it "God's Whip". Isn't it cute?"

man:"……"
Man: "There are indeed some cultivators in the lower world who have appeared recently pretending to be gods. Thank you for your hard work."

Nan Fuguang: "Don't talk about other things, I'm using it to hit you."

The man was probably speechless for a moment, then sighed, "Ri Ri."

Nan Fuguang was furious: "That won't work! Let it go!"

Man: “Ah…”
Man: “No.”

The perfunctory rejection, the sound of the colorful bird flapping its wings to cheer, the scholar's gentle persuasion, Nan Fuguang's angry howling and cursing, and the sound of lightning and thunder from the magic whip in his hand...

The sound reaches my ears.

Outside the tent, a soldier silently covered his ears.

……

When the sky brightened, Nan Fuguang woke up.

The first thought when I woke up was: Damn, this is ridiculous.

Does she hate Yan Ji'an a little too much recently?

He even invented a person in his dream, locked the complete version of him in a broken cage, forced the original form out, and then blindfolded and beat him up.

………………This dream is really reactionary, tsk.

(End of this chapter)