Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

Nan Fuguang used a broken sword to overturn the dining room of the Dayi Mine and cremated the countless innocent souls under the fox skins hanging inside.
The fire burned for a day and a night, and the three words "Nan Fuguang" became famous inside the Da Ri Mine.

Nan Fuguang herself accepted the fame she gained overnight. After all, she was no pushover in the Yuntian Sect and she deserved to be a celebrity in a small circle.

That night, she fell asleep with the flames rising to the sky outside. She thought that since it was her first time experiencing such a thing, she would have a nightmare...
Unexpectedly, she had a dreamless night and there were not even any mosquitoes to bother her in her dream. She slept very soundly.

At noon on the second day, she felt something strange under her nose. Nan Fuguang slowly opened her eyes and saw the person sitting beside the bed. He was not embarrassed at all and slowly retracted his hand that was under her nose.

Plus a bonus sentence: "The fierce woman has woken up."

Nan Fuguang had just woken up and his mind was still fuzzy. He didn't realize that he was being verbally attacked. He rubbed his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Let's see if you're dead." The butcher said calmly, "After all, you didn't even turn over all night."

Nan Fuguang sat up, stretched his body, and yawned: "What did you call me just now?"

"The guardians checked the number of guardians in the Da Ri Mine area overnight. Seven Killers were trapped, six people had their sea of ​​consciousness damaged, thirteen were seriously injured, and several were slightly injured. All the injured were monks... When the iron sword was pulled out of the cook, it broke into three sections." The butcher paused while counting, and asked sincerely, "Isn't it fierce?"

"I heard that you smashed the talisman into that broken iron sword so that it also had some of the five elements power?"

Nan Fuguang scratched her chin, thinking that she must not tell this person. At that time, she just remembered a little bit of what he said.

While she was hesitating, the butcher smiled slightly, and there was a little smile in the corners of his handsome eyes: "How did you come up with this? You were equivalent to a mortal at that time, wielding a cultivator's sword with a mortal body. If this were to be leaked, it would probably cause a lot of trouble in the Three Realms and Six Paths..."

Nan Fuguang was stunned, but she didn't think too much about it.

Can mortals also use the sword of a monk?
"How should I put it, it's really worthy of being called——"

"Ok?"

"A fierce woman who becomes very creative in order to be destructive."

"..."
Nan Fuguang choked for a moment and thought, that’s enough. What if this gets out? After breaking up with Yan Jian, which good man would be willing to marry... no, willing to form a covenant with her?
"That's enough! You really can't say a single nice word! Don't mention this matter again!"

"Ok."

"…But it doesn't prevent you from being more respectful when speaking to me in the future."

“It’s also hard not to respect that.”
The butcher stood up and washed his hands in a clean basin of water. He looked energetic and did not look like he had been observing her all night and was concerned about whether she was exhausted or not.
"After all, Fairy Sister has gone to so much trouble to allow me to enter the mining area so that I can speak to her openly from now on."

"..."

Respect is impossible to respect.

I really want to sew his mouth shut.

……

After a marrow cleansing, Nan Fuguang put on a new mining robe. He looked left and right at his reflection in the basin, studying his new look which was quite refreshing.

After a while, I realized that I seemed to have perfectly integrated into the rules of the environment.
Just two days ago, she declared with a serious face, "I don't mine."

Before going out, he sorted out his Qiankun bag. The Qiankun bag was a uniformly distributed model of the Yuntian Sect. Naturally, there was no Qiankun bag like the magic weapon or immortal weapon level inside, but it was only the size of a square, and the remaining usable talismans in stock were already running out.

Originally, Nan Fuguang was not a talisman practitioner. If she wanted to write a talisman herself, the cost and effort would be doubled compared to a talisman practitioner, and the effect would not be as good. So in the past, except for making some evil little inventions, she would write talismans herself, and most of the time she would just keep some talismans that were necessary for daily use.
There were several Spirit Fire Talismans, Spring Water Talismans, and Wood Growth Talismans, all of which were not of high grade and were arranged in order of white, green, blue, red, purple, and gold. Most of them were white and green.

These can be used to make some temporary monk treasures that were used to destroy the dining room. But if possible, she hoped that there would be no chance for a fight next time.

Then there are the two black gold talismans Yan Jian wrote for her——
A "Yin Yang Mirror World" that I had taken out earlier and wanted to use can be used to open the inner world and temporarily save my life.
There is also a talisman called "Shamen Twenty-Four Small Keys", which is a summoning talisman used for beast taming and spiritual practice. Legend has it that it can summon the spirits of twenty-four legendary ancient beasts... Unfortunately, Nan Fuguang is in the sect assessment, and if there is one skill that holds her back, it must be the summoning skill. According to Yan Ji'an, even if she uses this talisman, she is not sure if she can summon a moving thing.

The two talismans that were temporarily useless made her think of Yan Jian's subtle and playful expression when he gave them to her, which was slightly different from the Immortal Venerable's usual serious and old-fashioned look...
Then I thought of the Immortal Master Yunshang.
How many days had she left Yuntian Sect? Did the people of Yuntian Sect notice anything unusual? If they did, would Yan Ji'an try every means to find her?
Hey.
I feel lost and a little depressed.

Nan Fuguang sighed.

There was someone next to her who was making sarcastic remarks, which made her want to hit him even more——

"What's wrong with sighing now? It's your fault for not preparing supplies before going on a long journey."

"Before I left, I thought I was here to complete a peaceful, friendly, and quick task of purchasing supplies." Nan Fuguang shook his empty Qiankun bag and said expressionlessly, "No one told me that I was here to blow up a mine while my sea of ​​consciousness was sealed, and then seamlessly fight a group of monks."
She paused.
"Among them, there is even a Nascent Soul Stage who has obtained a second-level immortal weapon."

Speaking of this, she was always thankful that yesterday's supervisor Duan Nan only appeared briefly after all the plans were completed.
He didn't even make a move.
As long as you don't try to escape from the mine, it doesn't matter if you kill the guardians or set fire to the mine.
After raising the sickle and discovering that Nan Fuguang had been shot in the right eye and had become a "disabled person", he turned around and left the scene.

"If anything happens, you can still go grab another sword... There must be other sword cultivators here."

The butcher said leisurely as they walked out of the room side by side.

Upon hearing this, Nan Fuguang was so shocked that he lost his words, and it took him a moment to find his voice.

"What's the matter with the tone of speaking to the bandits as if it's a matter of course? Don't think that my behavior is normal. I was forced to do that yesterday. I had no choice—"

"So are you going to rob it or not?"

"No matter if it's a natal sword or not, even if it's just an ordinary sword, it's more important than life to a sword cultivator. Do you understand? Forget it, you're not a cultivator, so you won't understand even if I tell you!"

"Oh, you don't want to rob?"

"..."

"?"

"Rob."

"..."

“Then I was forced to do it.”

"Ok."

"real!"

"Ok."

……

The time goes back to two hours ago, before the hour of Chen, outside the Dayi Mine, Yunshang Immortal Venerable had a rare sleepless night.

Thinking back to what the waiter said yesterday about the “girl and her missing lover”, Yan Ji’an felt quite uneasy as if something was stuck in his throat.

He left the room early and went to the lobby of the tavern in an attempt to find out more, but the moment he appeared, the tavern was as quiet as a mass grave.
Who doesn’t like to listen to gossip?
What’s more, it’s gossip about Immortal Master Yunshang.

"For some reason, Yunshang Xianzun's future Taoist partner ran off with another man?"
"The Immortal Venerable had no idea about this and thought she had simply run away from home, so why are you chasing after her?"
"Ouch."
"commit a sin."
"You see, in this day and age, what's the point of a man being handsome and having a high position? Looking at the Three Realms and Six Paths today, Yunshang Xianzun is so powerful that even the leader of the Xian League has to show some respect to him..."
"Then you can wear a green hat whenever you want, right?"

Most of the people in the tavern were traveling merchants. When talking about the issue of cuckoldry, they all felt very involved and looked at each other with sadness in their eyes.

"Master... there must be some misunderstanding."

A soft call sounded.

Behind him was Lu Sang, who had also woken up early and heard the noise and followed.

Feeling the silent low pressure coming from the Immortal Lord in front of her, the Yuntian Sect's little sister's pale face turned a little red, and her toes curled up silently under her shoes. She coughed lightly twice, put down the teacup that she had just taken two sips from, and broke the silence with a voice.

"Master Sister, there is no way she could be that kind of person."

Yan Jian's frowned brows relaxed after a brief moment, returning to his initial expression of indifference.
After hearing Lu Sang's comfort, he did not relax, but his expression did not change in any other way. He just remained silent.
The slender fingertips casually picked up the teacup on the table, turned the rim, and the warm tea touched the pale thin lips.
Yunshang Xianzun lowered his eyes and scanned the tea soup in the cup that was rippling...
I don't know why, but it's a bit annoying.
Then he said calmly: "You don't know her."

The panic on Lu Sang's face at the beginning finally turned into embarrassment.

I also regretted whether I really said too much.

Her hands were twisted into a ball under the table, her face turned from red to white and then back to red again, she opened her lips to stammer, and was about to explain, when suddenly a loud noise from far away outside the tavern interrupted her words -

"Breaking news! Breaking news! The Da Ri Mine was hit by an earthquake yesterday!"

Yunshang Immortal frowned again.

……

Yan Ji'an immediately left the tavern and rushed towards the mine with Lu Sang. As they got closer to the mine, Lu Sang whispered "Huh".

Yan Ji'an did not slow down his pace because of her doubtful voice. He just tilted his head slightly to glance at her. Lu Sang said, "There is a ban here. The sea of ​​consciousness is not responding now."

Upon hearing this, Yan Ji'an simply raised his hand, and with the sound of a pleasant bell, the Yu Sui Sword appeared intact in his palm.
He paused for a moment and put away his sword.
I don't know who set up that restriction. Now he is the only immortal cultivator in the Three Realms and Six Paths. No matter how restrictive the formation is, it is impossible to surpass him.
The person who set up the formation probably never considered that the restriction would also include Immortal Master Yunshang during his lifetime.

Lu Sang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his natal sword appear as usual. He looked up again and saw a towering black wall not far away and a tightly closed gate in the middle of the rolling mountains.
There are taller watchtowers on both sides of the door, with two monks who are about the foundation-building stage standing on the towers. They look tired at this moment, as if they have really experienced some annoying turmoil.

Yan Ji'an jumped a few times and landed at the gate, and the people on the watchtower didn't notice him at first. He raised his hand and a beam of light hit one of the monks between his eyebrows. The latter was startled and looked down. He saw a monk in a dark blue Taoist robe standing in the middle of the gate with his hands behind his back. At this moment, he was looking up slightly and looking straight at him without any emotion.

"Open the door."

The voice of the visitor was cold and dignified, so calm that it seemed he was justified.

"Who are you? Open any door you want! Get out of here! This is not a place for you to play!"

The monk whispered a warning from afar, with impatience in his voice, and he just wanted to send the man away quickly.

Unexpectedly, the visitor was not affected by his tone at all. He did not move at all and said in a cold voice: "What happened in there yesterday?"

"What the hell happened in there-"

The monk stopped cursing suddenly as if he was choking. When he saw the face of the person coming from below, his eyes widened slightly as if in disbelief.
Wait, is this the person he imagined?
Is there something wrong with your eyes?
If he thought that was a noble person, how could he appear in this remote place?
what?
Before the gatekeeper could figure it out, Yan Jian tilted his head slightly, as if listening carefully to the movements inside the door. Then, he heard something, but his black eyes, which had been calm from beginning to end, focused for a moment, and turned around and repeated to the monk, "Open the door."

The gatekeeper monk was stunned by his second order.

Before he could reply, a scream came from somewhere inside the mine area. The flames that shot up into the sky seemed to burn away Yunshang Xianzun's patience. He raised his hand and flicked his sleeves. With a loud "boom", a big hole was blasted out in the heavy gate that had stood for hundreds of years in a cloud of smoke and dust!
"Ahhh you?!"

The gatekeeper monk was so frightened that he almost fell off the platform!

How come my Dayi Mine is bound to be in danger in the hands of your Yuntian Sect?
Just when I was feeling extremely scared and didn't know what to do, a burst of chaotic ringing of bells was heard in the air.

"The Da Ri Mine is a restricted area. No outsiders are allowed to enter. Who are you? Please leave immediately."

……

Holding a red angry ghost-head sickle, a white-haired Nascent Soul cultivator descended from the sky.

The moment he lowered his head and looked at the Immortal Master Yunshang outside the door, Duan Nan quickly recognized who the visitor was. He frowned slightly and glanced at Lu Sang behind him.

At this time, Lu Sang was just in the Foundation Establishment stage. He felt the hairs on his body stand up when he was swept by the Nascent Soul stage cultivator. He subconsciously hid behind Yan Ji'an.

Yan Ji'an didn't even turn his head, but looked at Duan Nan calmly. He recognized the second-level immortal weapon with a simple shape and a cold and cold light. He said calmly: "Commander, please lead the way. Today, I observed the unusual movement of the stars and it seems that a disciple of the Yuntian Sect has mistakenly entered the mine."

Duan Nan is indeed the deputy commander of "Kingfisher's Nest".

Hearing Yan Ji'an's words, even though he rarely had any emotional ups and downs, he couldn't help but freeze for a moment, thinking that the so-called Yuntian Sect disciple who "accidentally entered the mine" had just completed the achievement of killing all four parties -
Even the sealing of her sea of ​​consciousness did not affect her performance, she was simply bloodthirsty.
There was chaos in the mine, and if possible, he hoped someone would take her away quickly.

Unfortunately not.

According to the rules of the Da Ri Mine, anyone who enters the mine is a member of the mine while alive and a ghost of the mine after death.

Duan Nan turned the Red Angry Ghost Scythe in his hand. Since he recognized the Immortal Venerable Yunshang, he knew that he was no match for him. In the cultivation of immortals, the difference between the realm and the level is thousands of miles. Today will definitely be a tough battle. If he wants to delay, he must hit the target with one strike, only then will he have a chance -

With a lot of thoughts in his mind, he just clenched the sickle and hadn't even taken any action when he caught a glimpse of golden light on Yan Jinan's fingertips!

He became alert and subconsciously tensed his muscles like a dormant beast. However, before he could move, he felt a sharp pain on his cheek!

"Step aside."

A dull voice sounded from the air.

The mine was burning with raging flames, and the temperature in the wind seemed to rise as well. A gust of wind blew, and the Taoist robes of the immortal-transformation monks fluttered, their long hair flying, and an overwhelming sense of oppression came over them!

"Can't give in."

The silver bells on his anklets rang in the wind, like Duan Nan's mood. The snow-white sickle blade cut through the strong wind, making a sound of breaking wind. The silver bells vibrated, and he clenched the sickle in his hand and swooped down!

Yan Ji'an's eyebrows did not move, and he did not dodge when he saw this. He just did not move his eyebrows, as if he was not surprised that the young Nascent Soul cultivator overestimated his own abilities. He raised one hand -
The wide robe slid down from his strong white wrist, and he overlapped two fingers to form a simple seal. At the same time, a huge golden talisman formation unfolded from behind him!

At first, the dark light converged and the talisman formation rotated. Then, it was like a beam of light gathered in the center of the talisman formation. In an instant, the golden light became bright!
The people around, including Lu Sang, had to raise their hands to cover their eyes. Through the gaps, they could only see countless golden lights condensing into thousands of lightsabers slowly forming in the formation.

Yan Ji'an swung his wrist flexibly, and thousands of lightsabers came out one after another like flying dragons, covering Duan Nan who was attacking head-on like a rain of swords!

He didn't even use his natal sword.

Thousands of swords were fired at the same time, and golden light was like rain. In panic, Duan Nan could only quickly turn the second-level magic weapon in his hand to resist the rain of swords!

With the ear-piercing "ding-dong" sounds, the Nascent Soul cultivator finally witnessed the strength of the superiors in the Kwak realm. In the end, he was defeated step by step and was crushed like an ant without even making a move!
A beam of light hit the handle of the Red Angry Ghost Scythe, and an ominous sound came out from the place where it connected to the blade. Duan Nan was startled and looked up, only to see a clear crack appear on the scythe.

This distraction caused him to be completely defeated. A golden light broke through his defenses, and his robes shredded with the sound of shredding, and his long hair also scattered!

Duan Nan's sea of ​​consciousness was stagnant, his Qi and blood were flowing backwards, and the innate Qi was flowing back into his sea of ​​consciousness, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and fall heavily to the ground!
Duan Nan fell backwards, his heart was filled with silence - the road of cultivation was long, and he used to think of himself as a favored child of heaven, and was used to hearing flattery such as "genius cultivator"...
Today, I had an easy victory over Yan Ji'an, and now I realize that the road to immortality is long.

He felt empty for a few breaths, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a man in a dark blue Taoist robe coming towards him. The Immortal Master Yunshang raised his hand, grabbed his collar, and pulled him up from the ground.
"I don't mean to make things difficult for you. I am only looking for one person."

Duan Nan lowered his eyes and glanced at the hand that was holding on his lapel, and a cool fragrance wafted into his nose.

The white eyelashes trembled, and the Nascent Soul cultivator raised his eyelids: "No one will be released unless it is in the mining area. Anyone who enters the Big Sun Mine will be bound by a lifelong contract. If you force yourself to leave the mine, you will die suddenly."

Upon hearing this, Yan Ji'an frowned and let him go.

Duan Nan spat out a mouthful of blood foam, straightened his Taoist robe, turned around and picked up the Red Angry Ghost Head Scythe that had fallen not far away. He didn't care about the crack at the joint and casually put it on his back.

His face was cold, and if his breathing had not been slightly disordered, others would have found it difficult to tell that he was just holding on for a breath.

"The person that the Immortal Venerable is looking for is indeed in the mining area."

"How did you know?"

"She introduced herself." Duan Nan paused, "She made herself known to everyone."

"..."

Duan Nan left for a short while, and then returned a few moments later with a few caretakers of the Dayi Mine.

The caretaker was only in the early stage of foundation building. He had never seen a big man above the Nascent Soul stage except Duan Nan in his life. When he first saw Yunshang Xianzun, he was frightened out of his wits. He felt respect, admiration, and fear.
Especially when they knew that the latter came here to look for someone, and they could not hand over the person he was looking for.

Yan Ji'an just glanced at the frightened faces of the guardians, paused for a moment, and asked, "How is it?"

Half of the mining area was demolished.
This resulted in countless deaths and injuries among the guardians in the kitchen.
Shot through the right eye.
but……
Duan Nan's expression was indifferent: "Still alive."

"Replying to the Immortal Venerable's words, he is indeed still alive! He is sleeping, sleeping, sleeping! He hasn't woken up yet!"

Guardian A answered quickly and didn't seem to be lying.

Guardian B was a spiritual practitioner with superhuman sixth senses. Upon hearing this, he subconsciously felt that this quick response was inappropriate, so he kicked his companion and said, "How do you know? We can't go in if there's no fox in the house. Did you violate the rules and go in to take a look?"

Guardian A: "That's definitely not possible. Her roommate said so."

Guardian B: "Roommate?"

Guardian A: "Yes, the one holding the big sun flower, the new one... remember?"

Guardian B: “I don’t remember.”

Guardian A: "You said it's a good thing you're a mortal, otherwise you look like you could kill three of your guys with one punch. Do you remember that now?"

Guardian B: “…I remember.”

The two guardians were whispering to each other, completely unaware that behind them, as the gender of the person they were discussing became increasingly clear, the Immortal Lord who had asked the question first became increasingly silent.

When they felt the dark cloud looming over their heads, which was even more frightening than the killing scene in the mine just now, they both fell silent. Turning around, they found that the Immortal Venerable had a handsome and cold face, standing tall, and looked unhappy.

His chest was shaking, his heart was beating so fast that he was about to die. Guardian A gritted his teeth and called out, "Immortal Lord?"

Yan Ji'an: "What's a roommate? She lives with someone? But a burly man who claims to be a butcher?"

Guardian B: “…”

This is so explicit, I'm afraid.

Guardian A: "Everyone who enters the mining area is treated equally, only divided by function, and generally not divided by gender—"
Before he could finish his words, he was kicked hard by his companion.
Uh.
Guardian A: "But they have lived like this for thousands of years?"
Guardian A: "They came here together, so they can live together, right?"

Guardian B: “…”

Forget it.
Destroy it.

(End of this chapter)