Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

"who are you!"

Wuyi asked in shock, and at the same time summoned his sword!
Unfortunately, that was not his natal sword. A swordsman at the end of Qi Refining would not have his own natal sword.
Nan Fuguang is a Jindan-stage cultivator after all, and body refining is a part of her practice. Even if her sea of ​​consciousness is silent, her swordsmanship is still there.
But she had no sword.
She could only rob.

Nan Fuguang took a horse stance forward and knocked Wuyi away with his shoulder. While Wuyi was staggering, he snatched the sword from the guardian's hand!
The Qi-refining swordsman was stunned by her smooth banditry. However, the next moment, he saw his inferior iron sword making a beautiful sword flower in her hand, with a deep and cold sword intent of frost and light, without too many fancy moves. She flipped her wrist and the sword blade stabbed out!

Accompanied by a scream, Wuyi leaned back, and the next moment a sword appeared in his hand!

He was just a sword cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage. Normally, he would not be as good as Nan Fuguang's little finger. However, at this moment, he faced Nan Fuguang as if he were a mortal martial artist.
Even though his swordsmanship is not as good as hers, he has the added bonus of Taoism!

With a sharp metal collision sound, the two swords collided with each other. Nan Fuguang felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand and almost lost his grip on the sword!

"Who dares to come to the Big Sun Mine to cause trouble?"

She was repelled by the sword after three moves. As Little Mushroom screamed, the sword blade almost cut through her nose. She was injured by the sword energy while dodging in a panic.
Seeing the blood, Little Mushroom started screaming again. Perhaps because he was too noisy, the guardian turned around and kicked him away!
"Hurry up and surrender, or I'll have the kitchen give you a quick death like this brat's father did!"

Dining room?
What is that place?
Are those people really gone?
Leaning against the dirty wall behind him, Nan Fuguang heard the proud voice of the guardian in his ears, and he bit his silver teeth to pieces.
If her sea of ​​consciousness hadn't been sealed...
If she wasn't like a mortal now!

"Now, no matter who you are, are you a mortal who has come into contact with the immortal world on the East Coast? Or are you a cultivator who accidentally entered this place and had his sea of ​​consciousness sealed... You must be a cultivator, otherwise how could you have an explosive talisman?"
The guardian grinned and clenched the sword in his hand.

"But no matter who you are, if you try to steal my sword on my territory, you will be punished by hell - prepare to die!"

When the sword tip was only one step away from Nan Fuguang, she closed her eyes, and despair suddenly invaded her heart. She never expected that she, a Jindan-stage sword cultivator, would become like a waste after losing her sea of ​​consciousness...

The past training of the mind and body seemed like a joke. Without the sea of ​​consciousness—

She couldn't do anything.

……

At the critical moment of life and death, he still could not summon the Green Sword, and his sea of ​​consciousness was silent.

He dodged the guardian's attack in a panic, rolled and crawled to Little Mushroom, and pulled the crying boy behind him.

However, just when his blood and qi were flowing backwards and his cold hand touched the little boy's warm wrist, Nan Fuguang suddenly remembered something -
A few days ago, the butcher mentioned inadvertently that sometimes he didn't have to rely on his identity as a monk.

She was sure she could.

On the day Lu Sang became her disciple, she shocked everyone in the sect with a towering ancient tree that rose from the ground. In their opinion, even a cultivator with a single wood spirit root in the Golden Core stage could easily summon such a towering ancient tree, which was remarkable.
After summoning the tree, Nan Fuguang not only did not fall down from exhaustion, she even had the strength to fly away on her sword.
At first, they all thought that the sleeve that Nan Fuguang used as a medium was at least a high-grade immortal weapon or a magical weapon, but later they found out that it was not.
Then, speculations arose. Some said Yan Ji'an secretly helped, and some said Nan Fuguang would become a demon cultivator after his sea of ​​consciousness was eroded...
Even the sect leader Xie Cong felt something unusual, so much so that at the sect's regular meeting, he specifically asked Nan Fuguang how he did it.

——At that time, Nan Fuguang replied that they were just her evil little inventions.

She didn't lie.

Ordinary immortal weapons, divine weapons or other treasures, the greatest role they play is as a medium or strengthening medium, outputting and amplifying the power of the cultivator himself -
But since a long time ago, Nan Fuguang liked to "attach" the power of his sea of ​​consciousness to the treasure instead of relying on the already formed treasure to "export" the power.
Such output force will reduce unnecessary influences caused by the properties and materials of the treasure during the "export" process.

So what if there is a simple formula for "substitution" based on this?

Combine the ordinary output of sword cultivation with the tricks of talisman cultivation.

The principle of talisman cultivation is to pre-pay the five elements power that already exists in the sea of ​​consciousness, channel and visualize the five elements power, then simplify the fixed lyrics for outputting the five elements power and write them into the corresponding talisman. At the moment of using the talisman, the five elements power stored in the talisman in advance will be released.

If a person who has lost his sea of ​​consciousness replaces the cultivator himself with a talisman that possesses the power of the five elements, and the talisman is attached to an object in a manner that releases the power of the five elements, then even ordinary objects should possess the extraordinary power of the five elements.

The stored power of the talisman is clearly calculable.

At this moment, after reasoning through the whole process, she easily realized that the output behavior of using talismans to attach objects and the operation of one's own sea of ​​consciousness can be independent of each other.

——Theoretically, she could completely do the same thing as a cultivator with just the talisman in her hand while her sea of ​​consciousness was completely silent and she was like an ordinary person...

Even the broken sword in her hand.

……

The guardian saw from the corner of his eye that Nan Fuguang, who was at a disadvantage and could only dodge hastily, suddenly stopped his panicked breathing.

In the corner of the cell, a man with countless tiny wounds from the sword energy crawled up.

Wuyi smiled contemptuously, about to laugh at her for trying to be a hero without knowing her own limitations...

At this time, she was seen feeling in her arms and took out another yellow talisman. However, this time, the talisman in her hand did not attack directly, but smashed on the broken iron sword in her hand!

The flames shot up into the sky, accompanied by blazing flames. The iron sword was surrounded by blazing flames, just like the sword in the hands of a sword cultivator with fire spiritual roots who was at least in the Foundation Establishment Stage!
"You...how is that possible!"

Wuyi's cloudy eyes slowly widened in shock as the firelight reflected them. However, it was too late to stop him now. He watched helplessly as the sword imbued with the power of the spirit fire formed a sword flower in the girl's hand.

A light figure leaped up!

“Bang!” “Bang!”

The palm of his hand felt numb and the long sword in his hand shattered!
The guardian felt a sharp pain in his palm and fell backwards, looking up at the delicate face of the emotionless girl hanging above him. The splattered blood stained her chin and the falling hair brushed the tip of his nose.

She sat on his chest, one hand leaning on the sword, the other elbow casually resting on her bent knee. The firelight illuminated half of her face, and through her messy hair, her bright, terrifying black eyes were looking down at him condescendingly.

"Ask a question." Nan Fuguang asked, "Why is your sea of ​​consciousness not restricted by the ban?"

Wuyi's face turned pale with pain, his lips trembled, and a layer of fear covered his eyes.
It seemed that if he told the truth, the consequences would be even more frightening than the current situation.

Nan Fuguang pursed her lips and muttered "you're just being tough". The sword that pierced the guardian's palm turned a circle in her hand - the flames burned the flesh, making a "sizzling" sound, accompanied by the disgusting smell of cooked flesh. Amid his heart-wrenching cries of pain, she did not hesitate, and with a "puff", she drew her sword.

On the iron sword, bright red blood dripped down the blade onto the ground, and the flames gradually died down. She wiped the blood off Wuyi's chest and turned her hand to break the cell lock.

She picked up the dumb little mushroom and tucked it under her arm. She stepped out of the cell door and turned back: "Is that weird transporter really dead? What is the dining room you mentioned? You can tell me, right?"

Wuyi said nothing.

Nan Fuguang touched the sword that had just been hung behind his waist.

Wuyi immediately shuddered as if by reflex, turned his head, and looked feebly in the direction they had just left.
Nan Fuguang followed his gaze and saw a very hidden path at the end of the deep mountain.

……

It is not yet past 3 p.m.

The prohibition of assaulting guardians or the prohibition of jailbreaking were not included in the list of jurisdictions of the supervised persons, so Duan Nan did not appear.

He seemed to be bound by that code of conduct.

Numb, unmotivated, single-minded, cold-blooded.

Looking at the sky outside through one of the few windows in the Imperial Prison, there was still some time before the afternoon sun. Nan Fuguang did not stop exploring, but chose to continue moving forward...
Dining room?

She was in front and Little Mushroom was behind. Since the battle in the Imperial Prison just now, the little boy had completely become her little tail.

When he entered the secret passage, Nan Fuguang already felt something was wrong.

The deeper they went, the more pungent the smell of blood coming from the secret passage became. Little Mushroom was probably not familiar with this smell, so he just sneezed, moved forward silently, and grabbed Nan Fuguang's trouser leg.

Nan Fuguang reached out and touched the wall of the mountain and felt something sticky, like some dirty stuff that had accumulated over the years. She didn't want to think about what it was.

It was too dark around her, so she squatted down and looked at the boy with bright black eyes in the dark: "Duoduo, huh? You stand here and wait for me, okay?"

"I'm not lying, Uncle Asi. People who turn into foxes won't come back. My dad. Now, Uncle Asi." Little Mushroom said as he grabbed Nan Fuguang's sleeve, "The transportation area shouldn't have the secrets of the mining area. You'll die. Don't go."

There haven’t been too many “shouldn’ts” in Nan Fuguang’s dictionary.

If there is something "shouldn't", it is that the cultivators of the Dayi Mine should not rely on the closed mining environment to violate the laws of the Immortal Alliance and trample on mortals at will.

Folk novels always like to write about the love stories of immortal couples, who fight against evil spirits, offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, save the people, and create earth-shaking creations. They always say that it is a fairy-tale love story.

But it is clear that before evil spirits destroy the world, there are always human disasters. Under human disasters, there are also corpses everywhere and family members are separated.

For those who practice Taoism, the great way comes first.
Blunt its sharpness, resolve its conflicts, soften its light, and blend it with the dust.
If you want to become an immortal, you must first be a hero.

Nan Fuguang smiled silently, touched the little boy's head with her clean hand, then slid her hand behind her waist and grasped the hilt of the sword that felt familiar yet unfamiliar to her.

Her slender fingers clenched around the hilt of the sword, and her wildly beating heart found a place to rest in this dark and closed mountain. She stood up, drew out the iron sword, and went deep into the mountain with it, until she came to a closed wooden door. The door was half-open, and from the crack in the door, she could faintly hear the light of fire and the sound of someone opening it...

Nan Fuguang kicked the door open!
Immediately, he was choked by the smell of burnt animal fur and the strange aroma of meat!
When she looked carefully, the hair on her body stood up. Everywhere she looked, hanging from the sky above, were skinned fox furs, red, brown, snow-white...
Some of the fur had already dried, while some had been freshly peeled off, flowing along the hollow frames of the fox's eyes and dripping onto the ground.

Below are several large pots of boiling water.

On the chopping board next to the big pot, there were several huge fish with their heads chopped off. The smelly fish scales were splashing everywhere. In the middle of the fish scales, there was a fox that had just been skinned.

Its fur was right above it, and blood was dripping from its fur and falling into its open eyes.

Next to the cauldron, several black-robed monks wearing tall white hats and white bibs were busy...

The door fell to the ground and a gust of wind blew up the white steam from the boiling pot. When Nan Fuguang's chest was churning, he saw clearly a dirty wooden sign hanging above his head, which was covered with grease and layers of dried blood: The kitchen is a restricted area. No entry for unauthorized persons.

A talisman fell into his palm and smashed heavily onto the iron sword in his hand. With a "bang", the flames that shot up into the sky almost illuminated the entire kitchen, and completely provoked the guardian who was doing his job step by step.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the kitchen?"
……

It was almost three o'clock that day, and the atmosphere at the Da Ri Mine was not as tense and full of anticipation as usual when the work was about to end.

The first to hear the unusual movement were the transport workers who were busy pulling the mine cart out of the mountain. At first, they thought it was the loud noise that often came from the mine and didn't take it seriously...
But they soon discovered that things were not as routine as usual.

The loud noise occurring deep within the mine was like someone piercing the sky. The setting sun was dim, and the dusk dyed the clouds in the sky blood red, as if blurring their vision as well... Under their curious and surprised gazes, a towering mountain suddenly exploded!
The dust and gravel that rolled up fell like raindrops, and several black shadows fought and got closer and closer.

The first person to appear was the guardian, wearing the white bib that a cook usually uses. The guardian was a talisman practitioner, who crawled out from the dust in a hurry and took out two green talismans in panic!

"Thirty-three Heavens Respect the Divine Land——"

Before the lyrics were finished and the talisman was lit, a figure as swift and fierce as a cheetah pounced out from the dust and smoke!

With one strike of Ling Feng's sword, the green talisman was neatly split into two. The guardian dressed as a cook was thrown to the ground as if he had seen a monster!
With a loud "clang" sound, the girl in a blue mining robe, the sword in her hand had already bent the blade, blood flowed from the blood groove of the sword, and the tip of the sword pierced deeply into the guardian's chest!
Although it is not fatal, but after being hit by this sword, I am afraid I will never be able to advance in this life!

The blunt sword pierced in, making a peculiar muffled sound of flesh tearing apart. The guardian was now nailed firmly to the ground, his hands and feet twitching, his meridians damaged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood!

All the miners in the transport area and the miners in the mining area who heard the noise and looked out were stunned.

I watched the newcomer from the transportation area who was taken away in the morning for talking to the miners in the mining area, now returning like a female Asura with a sword in hand and covered in blood!

She held a sword in one hand and a piece of dried fox skin that she had torn off from somewhere in the other, and threw them at the trembling Fu Xiu's face, which was distorted due to physical injury and exhaustion!

"Whose mother and father are these, and whose youngest son is this!"

She straightened up.

His wooden eyes swept across the silent and stunned faces.

"The Sun Mine is a genocide! I am Nan Fuguang, the chief disciple of the Yuntian Sect. I will now use the three-foot sword in my hand to show the heavens that there is no injustice! I will sacrifice the blood of the cultivators who trample on mortals to the heavens and protect the laws of the Immortal Alliance!"

The first time he left the sect and entered the mortal world, he killed his own clansmen.

Nan Fuguang himself couldn't count how many butchers he had killed with the iron sword in his hand today!

Behind her, several beaten guardians arrived, and at the same time more reinforcements appeared.

There was not much noise around except for the occasional footsteps. Everyone was shocked by the scene before them. They witnessed with their own eyes a girl with a face covered in blood and dust standing in an open space, and using a broken sword to cut a bloody path out of the kitchen.

She calls herself a monk.

But it was obvious that her sea of ​​consciousness was sealed at this time, and she was almost exhausted. Her slender wrist trembled slightly without leaving a trace. She let go of the useless sword that could no longer be used. It was not that she abandoned the sword and surrendered, but that she no longer had the strength to hold the hilt of the sword tightly.

Black gold falls to the ground, the sky darkens, and the black candle rises in the east.

It is the afternoon.

From far away, the sound of silver bells on anklets rang out, and the miners came back to their senses from the initial shock. They dropped what they were doing, turned around and swarmed towards the nearest safe house like birds and beasts.

One of the transporters was running and tripped over the railroad tracks.

She turned around in panic and saw the supervisor falling from the sky with a terrifying scythe. At the same time, an arrow in the hand of a guardian pierced the girl's right eye.

Blood splattered from the arrow handle, and blood beads fell to the ground and rolled into dust.

This was the last scene he saw.

……

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. It will probably be a sunny day tomorrow.

Inside the grey earthen house, a tall man sat by the window, his chin supported by one hand, staring at the full moon hanging in the sky in a trance, his deep black pupils calm.

He seemed to be waiting.

After a long time, he did not move until there was a slight creaking sound from the door of the earthen house and someone walked in slowly.

The man came to the window and stood there.

Leaning against the window, the man finally made a move. He slightly turned sideways, looking down from above, and looking into the eyes of the person standing beside him, looking up at him.

It is an incomplete "eye-to-eye contact".

The person who came had changed into the yellow mining worker's uniform. Her long hair was casually tied up with a silver hairpin. Her dirty face had been washed at some point. At this moment, she raised her delicate little chin. Her dark left eye was tired but bright, while her right eye was wrapped in layers of white gauze, as if she could no longer see.

The butcher was silent for a moment.

Say nothing.

Suddenly he raised his hand, and the rough tip of his index finger brushed across the gauze, then slid to the edge. He paused for a moment, then hooked up a corner of the edge, revealing the wound under the gauze.

He moved closer, and their breaths briefly exchanged with each other's. Neither of them avoided the girl, neither of them seeming to mind the distance that seemed to be too invasive.

After looking at the gauze from the side for a while, the man's strong arms, which had been tense all the time, relaxed slightly but not noticeably.

Seems relieved.

At the same time, Nan Fuguang casually threw something out from his arms -

It's a straw man.

The right eye of the straw man was pitch black as if it was burnt, and the name of Nan Fuguang and his birth date on his chest became blurred.

...So it's this thing?
Almost fooled me.

The corners of the man's thin lips drooped again, and he looked listless as before.

"Curiosity kills the cat. Even if a cat has nine... oh, five lives, it would still hurt to be shot through the eye, right?"

Nan Fuguang expressionlessly pushed away the gauze that was still hooked above her right eye, and his rough hands were now moving up and down restlessly as if teasing her.

"does it worth?"

The butcher asked.

"value."

……

People with disabilities can be promoted directly from the transportation area to the mining area as an exception.

She wanted to see what great secrets this mysterious Dayi Mine had.

(End of this chapter)