Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

The Impure Sea divides the entire world of immortal cultivation into two parts. The east coast is called Kunfa Continent, and the west coast is called Mishi Land.

Most of the monks and large sects are concentrated on the east coast.
The west coast is mostly inhabited by mortals who seek a living in the world of immortal cultivation, because the west coast has many natural resources including the Big Sun Mine. For these basic and simple physical jobs, the Immortal Alliance usually prefers to hire mortals to reduce mining costs.

——A long, long time ago, it is said that there were gods in the world. The gods would arrive at the east coast at sunrise every day, and then return to the west coast by boat at sunset, completing a day's inspection of the territory.

But Nan Fuguang believed that it was of course just a legend and there were no gods in this world, otherwise he would not have watched the three realms and six paths fall into misery and allowed the Shatuo Likong Tree to wither for hundreds and thousands of years without doing anything.

The journey from the east coast to the west coast is long and cannot be reached without flying with a sword. One needs to take a public transportation called the Twelve-Winged Boat. This giant cross-sea ship can carry thousands of people at a time. It is one of the few new creations that are worth looking at in the entire Three Realms and Six Paths after the withering of the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree.

The twelve wooden wings that served as oars were shaped like whale wings. The parts that had been in contact with the sea for many years and had decayed made a "creaking" sound. The sea water splashed, and the wooden wings pushed away the rich foam. The heavy ship moved forward at an astonishing speed.
As the wing boat flew higher and higher, you could see the sparkling sea while standing on the deck, until the sea fog became thicker and the surrounding terrain changed.
The fairy mountain was surrounded by clouds and mist at the beginning. As it got closer to the west bank, the number of trees and vegetation decreased, the mountain became more vast and spectacular, and the land gradually became wider.

The black market that Nan Fuguang was going to was called "Heishan Morning Market". This black market mainly engaged in the illegal smuggling of all kinds of basic materials and raw materials under the jurisdiction of the Immortal Alliance, and it was arrogantly established at the foot of the Dayi Mine.

The round trip only takes five hours in total. If everything goes well, she can even make it to the sect's dinner.

Nan Fuguang stared at the sea in a daze. Just as she was wondering whether she had seen a humpback whale for a moment just now, she felt someone approaching.

"Can I ask you a question?" The other party was obviously just being polite, because before Nan Fuguang could say "no", he had already asked, "How can you be so confident that your future Taoist partner will be generous enough to give you the banned raw stone like Black Crack Sky Ore?"

"..."

Nan Fuguang turned his head expressionlessly, and saw that the butcher was like a mountain on the west bank, standing there huge and simple, with one elbow lazily resting on the side of the boat, looking like he wanted to chat.

...Even last time he told her not to talk to him again.

"Can you shout louder? Do you want me to lend you a megaphone? That way we can be pushed face down to the ground by the people from the Kingfisher's Nest who come to greet us as soon as we arrive at the West Coast Pier."

Her description was so vivid.

The butcher thought about the scene of himself being pressed face down on the ground, unable to resist, and thought, well, that was really unnecessary.

"If we really have nothing to talk about, we can just be the most familiar strangers," Nan Fuguang retracted his gaze, "or do you think it's more interesting to chat about the topic that the other person least wants to talk about?"

"Don't be so aggressive. I'm just trying to find some logic in your nonsensical behavior."

"..."

Can you please not be so aggressive? Then please don't start with those bullshit that makes people want to tear your head off?

Nan Fuguang sighed, and between getting angry and going crazy, he chose to get crazy.

With a dark face, she reached into the storage bag at her waist and took out her hand before the butcher could react. She then threw a palm-sized black object to him.

"He gave me a piece of this ore before."

Before the seemingly heavy stone-like object hit his tall nose, the butcher raised his hand and caught it steadily... Turning his hand over, he saw that he was holding a whole piece of crystal clear ore, which was carved into the shape of a naive nine-tailed fox.

The carving is so good that it can almost be used as a handicraft. The nine-tailed fox squinted its eyes and licked its paws, and the tails behind it spread out like a peacock. The butcher counted them and only counted eight tails.

"'The ninth life of a cat.'" Nan Fuguang pointed to the small thing in his hand.

The butcher plays with the "craft" in his hand.

After another round of nonsense, the man sighed: "One favor can earn you permanent trust."

Nan Fuguang: “…”

His tone was like he was evaluating a brainless fool.

The fishy and salty sea breeze blew in his face. Nan Fuguang stood on tiptoe and looked down at the delicate ocean foam. As a wave came, everything in the foam would soon be swallowed up by the Black Sea, and then new foam would be generated.
Faced with such a good opportunity for murder, Nan Fuguang resisted the urge to lift up the person next to him and throw him in.

"Let's change the subject! For example, we are all in the same boat now. What is your name? Do you understand human social etiquette? I can't always call you 'pig butcher', can I?"

"Ok?"

"What does 'hmm' mean?"

"A name is the shortest spell and the secret of God. Those who know the name of God will be able to glimpse the essence of God."

"Does this have anything to do with you?"

"No. But I won't tell you either."

"..."

okay.
All right.
So far.
What are you talking about?
Let this day die in peace.

……

Unknown seabirds flew over the dock, chirping, and the oars of the twelve-winged boat made the same unpleasant groaning sound as when they set out as they approached the shore.
Just before sunset in the afternoon, they finally arrived at the Dayi Mine Pier.

What you see is a prosperous and busy scene. This is a famous ice-free port in the entire Three Realms and Six Paths.

“I heard that people who live here may never know what snow looks like until they die.”
South Fuguang Road.

Arriving at the west bank, the ratio of monks to mortals was almost equal. There were Taoist monks with immortal auras and swords flying by quickly, and there were also dock workers carrying wooden boxes and working hard to move them...
The twelve-winged boat let out a long cry, scaring away a large group of seabirds that were foraging on the pier.

The Montenegrin morning market was not difficult to find. After all, the dock where the Twelve-Winged Boat docked was the only decent place left besides a bare mine. Yet, the dock was bustling with people, and it was impossible that those people were here to travel and practice.

Following the crowd, Nan Fuguang walked forward aimlessly.

When I landed on the ground, I felt light and fluttery. I turned around and saw the people next to me had no reaction. They seemed to be very used to the sea transportation...
"The butcher is just a little more durable?"

In response to her sudden and inexplicable attack, the butcher just grabbed her by the collar and dragged her away when she curiously reached out to the stall owner who was trying to sell her the "divine beast eggs" -
It was impossible to tell what species was inside the colorful egg, but the color was very rare. Unfortunately, the butcher stopped her before her fingertips touched the egg.

"what are you doing?"

"If you touch the egg, it will break and a dead sparrow or petrel chick will fall out. The vendor will then say it's a phoenix and you'll end up losing everything you have."

"..."

"How many spirit stones did you bring?"

"A dozen high-grade spirit stones, a few hundred mid-grade spirit stones, and a few bags of low-grade spirit stones for meals—"

"Then don't touch anything that is offered to you." The butcher said calmly, "Your little money is not enough for them to extort money from you." To anyone, the wealth that Nan Fuguang just reported was a huge sum, but how come it became "your little money" in the butcher's mouth? Nan Fuguang moved his lips and was still unconvinced: "You are the only one who knows everything. Have you been here?"

"Yes."

"You are a butcher, have you been here?"

"Kill all the pigs in the world."

"..."

Nan Fuguang twitched the corners of his lips in absurdity, and then he was dragged to a fork in the road by the Nemesis of the Three Realms and Six Paths Pigs. At the end of the fork in the road was a curtain wall made of a row of towering wooden piles.
The curtain wall is covered with creepers, which bloom yellow flowers in the summer.

The man bent down, raised his hand, and casually scratched a long hanging vine. With a sharp "creak" sound, the door opened in an unexpected place behind the curtain wall.

A head with a sallow complexion and messy hair poked out from behind a small crack in the door. The man looked like a poor man who hadn't taken a bath for 800 years. His eyelids were so loose that his eyeballs were almost invisible. He said in a hoarse voice, "Father?"

"People," the butcher replied, "goods."

The man hid half of his body behind the door, hunched over, silent. He opened his mouth to reveal his yellow teeth and handed out a kerosene miner's lamp that looked very old. The butcher reached out to take it, but the old man dodged unexpectedly.
"Not you, give it to her."
The man raised his chin towards Nan Fuguang in a hoarse voice.

Nan Fuguang took the lamp with a puzzled look on her face. The moment the lamp touched her hand, it lit up without any fire. Seeing this, the man behind the door straightened his back slightly and looked at the butcher: "You know the rules. We don't do business with monks."

Nan Fuguang was furious: "No! I'm asking! You believe him when he says he's a mortal! Are you so strict with me?"

"She is not a cultivator." The butcher lowered his eyes and said calmly, "She is my wife, who was born with mixed five spiritual roots."

Cultivating immortals and becoming an immortal is a matter of chance. Whether a person has the cyclone sea of ​​consciousness to enter the immortal gate is unknown. It is not certain that cultivators will have descendants, and mortals can also give birth to single spiritual roots who are chosen by heaven to cultivate immortals and become immortals.

Normally, cultivators will not intermarry with mortals, unless they really have mixed spiritual roots with only a little talent that is not worth mentioning, and are essentially no different from mortals.

The man behind the door believed what the butcher said, and his vigilance receded a little. He turned around and stared at Nan Fuguang again and again. This man was probably a cultivator, and he tried to use the way cultivators distinguish cultivators to distinguish between each other to determine what level Nan Fuguang was at.
But what's the use?
Yunshang Tianzun couldn't tell where she came from at first glance.

The man looked for a long time but got no result. At this time, the butcher asked, "Have you seen enough? Do you want proof?"

The old man nodded immediately and stopped looking at Nan Fuguang.

Looking at the butcher, he said something shocking: "I've seen enough, you need proof. Prove it by kissing her."

"?"
Nan Fuguang was dumbfounded as he held the shiny kerosene miner's lamp, and found it ridiculous.
"Wait! Can a kiss prove that you are my wife?"

The gatekeeper laughed and said, "Female cultivators won't let mortal men kiss them. They would rather die."

Nan Fuguang was about to vehemently refute this discriminatory view, when she heard the butcher respond very naturally and carried her from a distance to him.

Before she could react, the tall body pressed down on her.

He bent his index finger and hooked her chin with his knuckles.

"take it easy."

The deep male voice was just above her ear, and the sound so close only made her more nervous.

His chin felt a little itchy from being rubbed by the thin calluses. Nan Fuguang's eyes widened, his whole body stiffened, his mind went blank, and the numbing feeling in his tailbone appeared again.

I watched the butcher lean over, that handsome and convincing face approaching me——
Nan Fuguang clenched the miner's lamp in his hand.

...Scientific research, everything is for scientific research!
...Yan Ji'an, don't blame me for being unjust if you are unkind. I am the first to come out of this red wall as a sign of respect!
She closed her eyes suddenly.

She let the strange man's breath envelope her. What was comforting was that the smell was not bad. It was not the bloody smell or the sweat mixed with the stench of pigs that she imagined a butcher would have. Instead, it was the smell of soap mixed with sunshine that invaded her nasal cavity.

With her eyes closed, she seemed to be able to see the collar of the other person's dark coarse cloth shirt, which had been starched to a slightly whitish color.

The slightly rough tip of his thumb pressed against her lips, and his warm breath sprayed on her philtrum.

All her hairs stood up.

After a while, the man exerted a little force with the thumb on his lips, and leaned sideways to kiss the back of his hand loudly and quickly at an angle that the gatekeeper could not see clearly, then stood up.

Nan Fuguang: “…”

When she entered the gate of the Montenegro morning market, she heard the gatekeeper laughing strangely behind her and muttering "your face is so red".

——So her face lived up to everyone's expectations and turned red enough to look like blood.

It was hard for the butcher to remain calm: "Well, because I just married her, she is still very fresh."

——Why don’t you describe me in the same tone as you describe the piglets on the chopping board?
Nan Fuguang looked at the kerosene miner's lamp in his hand, undecided about whose head to throw it at.

When she obediently returned the miner's lamp to the gatekeeper, she turned around and saw the man standing behind her with his hands on his hips, looking calm.

When Nan Fuguang passed by him with a cold and noble expressionless face, he asked for credit faintly: "Don't you want to say thank you? Without me, you can't even get in the door."

"What are you thanking me for!" Nan Fuguang quickened his pace. "You stink! You stink like pig!"

The person behind her followed her effortlessly, relying on his long legs. He was silent for a moment, and then spoke again in a leisurely tone: "Your neck is still red now."

"..."

"You like the smell of pig?"

"........."

“It’s a very special taste.”

"…………………"

"Walk slower, I can't keep up. My legs are not as long as you think."

“……………………”

Nan Fuguang: Ahhhhhh, I’m so fed up with this person (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻!
(End of this chapter)