Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

By the time Nan Fuguang came to her senses, she had already followed the butcher into a busy tavern unconsciously.

This method of gathering intelligence is very retro.

Nan Fuguang thought of the little mortal books he had read that were about the theme of revenge. If the protagonist wanted to find out something, he would come here and eavesdrop.
For matters like this, people in the world of immortal cultivation would usually choose to spend a few more low-grade crystals to post an inquiry directly on the mobile version of "Three Realms Inquiry". Who knows which big shot might be reading the newspaper at that time, and maybe someone will help solve the problem by chance.
Because there are so many mortals in the West Coast, there is a special edition of "Three Realms Gossip" for mortals, but the sales are not very good...
But then again, for something like Black Sky Ore, it is impossible to ask about it in a big way by placing an ad in the newspaper. The post might be deleted within seconds, and within less than an incense stick of time, the people from "Kingfisher's Nest" would be standing outside the cave waiting for it.

The butcher sat down and ordered braised beef. The waiter said impatiently at first that it was out of stock and that business was very good recently...
He then asked in a good-tempered manner, "Are you sure it's gone? Look for it again."
Nan Fuguang sneered and originally wanted to remind him not to cause trouble. If it’s gone, he could go find it somewhere. But he didn’t expect the waiter to say, “Okay.”

Nan Fuguang: “…”

The whole world praises this butcher, so whatever he says is "OK, OK, no problem"?

At this time, the waiter seemed not to hear Nan Fuguang's mutterings. He turned around and asked her what she needed. It happened that they were on a twelve-wing boat. Nan Fuguang, who was not used to sailing, felt uncomfortable in her stomach. She asked the waiter for a pot of iced sour plum soup, then supported her chin with one hand and looked around.

Her attention was quickly drawn to a large table in the corner of the store where there were probably traveling merchants. They looked big and strong with loud voices. They were calling their friends to drink and eat meat, and discussing the latest business and price trends.

It is said that someone in the cultivation world has recently been secretly purchasing a large number of basic herbs and various fire minerals for fire root consolidation pills. Among them, a kind of star fire flint has risen in price due to the shortage of supply, and the price has increased several times compared to the previous few decades...

Passerby A: "That Star Fire Flint is very powerful. I heard that it is the main raw material for refining the Lihuo Pill - you know the Lihuo Pill, right?"

I know.
Nan Fuguang continued in his heart:
After taking this pill, the value of the fire spirit root will be greatly increased in a short period of time. After that, the other relatively weak spirit roots in the body will most likely be devoured by the strong fire spirit root, thus turning a person with three or even four spirit roots into a single spirit root innate immortal saint body...
Lihuo Dan was invented by those unorthodox medical practitioners. It is a banned drug because it is too dangerous.

Passerby A held up a cup and lowered his voice, pretending to be mysterious: "Do you know who is buying these materials?"
Others: “Who?”
Passerby A threw the cup and snorted, "Immortal Master Yunshang, have a nice feast!"
Others: “Wow!”

Nan Fuguang: “?”

Passerby B: "Yan Ji'an has a gold spiritual root and is a natural swordsman. What does he need this thing for?"

Passerby A smiled and said, "The Divine Phoenix has recently descended upon the world, but the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree has not yet revived as the legend has it... Immortal Master Yunshang once said that this is because there are other spiritual impurities in the Divine Phoenix's mortal body. Together with the Lihuo Pill, an ancient true dragon scale must be used as a medicinal guide. It must then be refined together with the Starfire Flint to purify the Divine Phoenix's essence."

Passerby B: "I know about this. I heard that the Falling Dragon Secret Realm, which contains the scales of an ancient true dragon, will be opened within the next two years... In addition to the scales, there is no telling what good things there may be! The sects on the East Coast are gearing up and have already begun selecting disciples to enter the secret realm according to the number of quotas!"

Passerby A: "That's right! Once we get the dragon scales, and burn them together with this huge amount of flint in the furnace, then when the divine phoenix comes back to life, he can also transform into a dragon!" Bang!
Passerby A high-fived.
Passerby A: "The tree will live."

Passerby C: "Ah, speaking of marrow cleansing, do you know that I heard that when Yan Ji'an accepted Shen Feng as his disciple, he also took out a Xumu Marrow Cleansing Pill and gave it to his only disciple and Taoist companion at the time..."

Passerby A: "Hey! As a man, it's important to know how to hold water!"

Passerby B: "This water is not carried properly. Why is the material given to the Divine Phoenix the Devouring Enhancement type, while the material given to others is the Marrow Cleansing type?"

Nan Fuguang let out a gurgling sound from his throat.

Passerby A: "Why do you have such high requirements? How can the Divine Phoenix be compared with other passersby A, B, C, and D? It's already very conscientious to be willing to keep things fair. It's hard to find someone as strong as Yan Ji'an in the Three Realms and Six Paths. I find it ridiculous that he has only had one disciple and Taoist partner for so many years, and they are the same person... Hey, what's the name of his Taoist partner?"

Passerby B: "Nan Fuguang."

Nan Fuguang was suddenly called out and got goosebumps all over his body.

This is the disadvantage of having anything to do with celebrities. When they have extra time to chat about celebrity anecdotes, you can easily be included in the conversation as leftovers.

She felt uncomfortable all over and didn't know what expression to make. She turned her head to look at the butcher beside her. The butcher was holding a piece of braised beef steadily with chopsticks, eating it with a sip of wine and a bite of meat. He looked really hungry...

At this moment, he felt the silent gaze coming from the side, without raising his head, he took a sip of wine and asked: "What are you looking at, aren't you going to eat?"

...Stop telling me off. Besides, why would a monk eat beef?
Nan Fuguang had no expression on his face and did not speak.

The butcher sighed and muttered, "You will never be obedient anyway," and then slowly said, "Don't look at me, that's a fallacy, not all men are like this, I don't hold water."

Nan Fuguang: “…”
Nan Fuguang: "You are not strong."

Butcher: “…”
The butcher said calmly, "You only said this to me. If you said it to any other male creature, it would be a provocation. Even a male cricket would fight back. If you study it more deeply, the intention behind it seems to be an attempt to flirt... Fairy sister, please let me go. I may be willing to devote myself to Buddhism and stay away from women in the future."

You've killed thousands and thousands of pigs over the years?
Interested in Buddhism?
If there is a pig hell in this world, it is prepared for you. If you fall into it, you will be bullied by pigs every day.

Nan Fuguang: "You should continue eating."

The butcher was indeed obedient and continued to pick up his chopsticks to pick up his favorite braised beef.

Not far away those people were still continuing.

Passerby C: "Speaking of Nan Fuguang, you may not know that when she was very young... a few dozen years old, she built a time converter on her own during the Qi Refining Stage."

Passerby A: "I know. The Yuntian Sect made the news so public that it was even published in the newspapers. Even the Xuanji Pavilion of the Immortal Alliance was alarmed and went to the Yuntian Sect to make an exception and admit her... But she didn't go! If she didn't go, she didn't go! If she didn't go to the Xuanji Pavilion, I thought she would at least become a weapon cultivator! In the end, she became a sword cultivator! She's sick!"

Passerby B: "Yan Ji'an is a sword cultivator."

Passerby A: "Hiss! This girl...isn't she a love-brained person?"

Nan Fuguang: “…”
Gan!
It’s bad enough that he called her sick, he also called her love-brained!
How far is the Xuanji Pavilion of the Immortal Alliance? The Xuanji Pavilion is full of old men who are at least 200 years old. How old was she at the time? What's wrong with not wanting to leave home and face a group of old men every day!
Why am I so love-brained?
Passerby A: "Maybe she is really in love. I heard that she didn't want the Xumu Cleansing Marrow Pill at the Shenfeng apprenticeship ceremony. Does it sound like 'I am neither humble nor arrogant, I just want your loyal love' -"

Passerby C: "Hahahahahahahahaha, how can a man be loyal!"

Passerby B: "What a pity. I heard that Nan Fuguang is not bad looking either. Although she can't compare to the Divine Phoenix, if she were replaced by an ordinary person, he would definitely not want to give her up."

Passerby C: "Hehehe, doesn't Yan Ji'an want to part with it? Otherwise he would have offered a treasure like the Xumu Xisui Pill that only appears once in a thousand years as an offering..." The more these people talked, the more outrageous it became.

The direction was heading in an unpleasant direction.

The butcher raised his index finger and touched the tip of his nose, thinking that these people would really ruin the reputation and goodwill of men in public.
He turned around to look at the person next to him who was being slandered innocently. He sat there with his head down, silently staring at a stain on the table in a daze.

Hey.
The butcher's eyebrows drooped and he thought, like a poor puppy that fell into the water.

He weighed the chopsticks in his hand.

Before I could move, my eyes blurred.

It turned out that the person who was sitting at the table just a moment ago suddenly jumped out at lightning speed, and before anyone could react, he kicked over the chair at the next table!

Accompanied by three screams, passers-by A, B, and C were born. The girl put one foot on the shoulder of passer-by C who had just spoken rudely, leaned over, and said with an equally cold look and voice: "Don't say bad things about Nan Fuguang."

The man was quite big and strong as an ox. When a little girl stepped on his head, he was frightened at first and then shouted with a pale face: "What is that? Who! Who the hell are you?! Ehhhhhhhh, my foot hurts..."

Nan Fuguang: “Nan Fuguang fans.”

The man was yelling loudly, so she moved her feet and immediately stepped on the man's ears again, pinning him to the ground. While he was screaming in pain, she calmly added, "Don't say bad things about my boss."

The tavern was instantly in chaos.

The peddlers who wanted to help but were afraid to come forward because of this violent girl who suddenly appeared out of nowhere,
The waiter looked at the mess and broken chairs on the floor in a confused manner.
The chatterbox was crawling all over the floor, almost peeing his pants in fear.
Passersby enjoyed their meals while watching this scene.

Hey.
The butcher put down his chopsticks, smoothed his brows, and couldn't help but sigh for the second time.
What a drowned puppy...
Mad dog coming.

……

"They said that today in District 3 of North Street, there was a man with a red flower on his chest. The flower was half-bloomed and withered. He was selling Black Cracked Sky Ore... He was still there at noon, so he should not have left yet."

This world is non-violent non-cooperation.

When Nan Fuguang floated back to the table with a cold face and sat down, she had already become the top star in the tavern that day. She even changed her strategy of keeping a low profile and eavesdropped, and forcibly dug out the information she wanted to know from the mouths of those peddlers.

The butcher held a white handkerchief in his hand and wiped her face with it.

As the warm hand approached, a strange yet familiar breath followed. Nan Fuguang subconsciously dodged to the side, but of course she couldn't avoid someone with hands that looked like a gibbon. Her cheek hurt, and she hissed.
The butcher looked at the white handkerchief stained with scarlet and said, "Next time you hit someone, don't kick the tables and chairs. Broken cups and bowls can hurt people... Forget it, don't hit anyone and everything will be fine. Don't hit anyone next time."

Nan Fuguang felt a slight sting on her cheek. She frowned and touched it, then turned to look at the handkerchief in the man's hand. It looked a bit like the one he used to wipe his butcher knife...
His brows furrowed even more tightly.

"What are you looking at? New." The butcher said, casually stuffing the handkerchief back into his sleeve. "I'm going to go find the man you mentioned, so that you don't get beaten up again. That would be robbery, and you'll go to jail. Your three generations will not be allowed to enter the Kingfisher's Nest... You stay here and eat something, even though you may be full of anger."

Nan Fuguang couldn't help but glare at him a few more times.

The butcher sat still.

Nan Fuguang kicked him under the table, "Aren't you going to look for that guy?"

The butcher spread his hands and said, "Spiritual stones."

Nan Fuguang viciously took out a handful of money from his Qiankun bag and gave it to him. He didn't leave. He glanced at it and roughly compared it with the number she reported at the dock, then waved his hand and said, "Give it all."

Nan Fuguang got annoyed and took out a purse from his bag and threw the whole purse at him.

"I'm going."

"Get out of here."

"Stop fighting. Your thin arms and legs are so strong that it's scary and will only make people suspect that you are not a mortal..."

"understood."

"Really, please stop fighting."

“………………Where on earth are you talking so much nonsense? Get out of here!”

……

Nan Fuguang sat there from day to night.

As people came and went in the tavern and the waiter cast curious glances at her countless times, she finally had to face a reality: if the butcher had not fled with the money, he must have been missing.

A bloody lesson learned from being in the underworld: gossip gained through violence usually contains a bit of a trap.

The butcher is right.

Fighting and the like are indeed not encouraged.

(End of this chapter)