Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

Nan Fuguang still remembers the butcher's sad face as he asked the guardian guarding the gate to return the big red flower he had thrown in his face, and she accused this behavior of diminishing the momentum of her actions.

Now it seems that she is the one who should apologize.

The mine had long been half collapsed, with fallen rocks and ash all over the ground. The railroad tracks that had never seen the sun all year round were exposed to the sun and gave off a rotten smell... In such a messy environment, the man sat on a raised stone in the corner, with two half-withered big red flowers beside him.

He tilted his head slightly, with the corners of his lips slightly raised in a rather indifferent expression. The sunlight shone on his face through the gaps, and his eyes formed a special bronze color under the dazzling light, and his eyelashes drooped softly.

The monster's sturdy legs were just within reach, separated by two delicate red sunflowers. So close that he could touch it with his hand, but it didn't use its claws to smash it into a meat patty.

It seems that in addition to being a symbol of "the chosen unlucky bug", the Sunflower has another ability to calm monsters down -

Nan Fuguang watched with his own eyes as it bent over and groped around with its short front paws. After groping for a long time, it finally found one of the red flowers. It crushed the small flower twice with its nails. When the red flower was crushed into the soil and turned into flower mud, more Black Rift Ore fell from the monster's closed eyes.

"..."

Very inappropriately, Nan Fuguang thought of a very famous storybook in an ancient civilization in the world. The heroine of the storybook was named Lin Daiyu. She would fall down when the wind blew and get sick when it rained. Her most famous behavior was burying flowers...
Yet another civilization created another classic monster story, featuring a lizard-like monster named Godzilla that could crush an entire harbor pier with one foot.
Normally, these two works should have nothing to do with each other.

——Until Nan Fuguang witnessed with his own eyes the Godzilla version of Daiyu burying flowers, which was hundreds of feet tall.

When Nan Fuguang walked towards the butcher, the sickle in the hands of the supervisor of the Big Sun Mine changed into a second form. He was trying to force the monster back with force, and chopped the sickle on its hairy head.

The monster was unharmed, but the blow probably hurt it. It stomped its claws and made meaningless hums, then raised its claws and waved them weakly. Countless pieces of gravel rolled down with its movements. The ground was shaking and might even have cracks. Nan Fuguang always felt that it might want to rub its head.

This thing has nothing to do with cuteness.

But Nan Fuguang really thinks it's a bit cute.

However, any creature with a brain would not be willing to stand there trapped and get beaten. Under Duan Nan's coercion, the monster began to dig the soil desperately trying to climb up.

The butcher stood up, raised his head helplessly and said to the supervisor who had never stopped attacking: "Take a break, you will only make it more anxious to leave here."

Nan Fuguang was just about to laugh at the butcher and told him to save his energy, saying he would not listen to him, but the next moment Duan Nan fell from a high altitude and landed next to Nan Fuguang.

Nan Fuguang: “?”

The monster was finally not hit on the head by strange things again. It stopped and pulled its long ears with its claws.

Duan Nan turned his head and glanced at Nan Fuguang, revealing an expression that said "you again". He turned to face the butcher expressionlessly: "What do you think?"

"The people outside are evacuating." The butcher said gently, "We can buy time. Don't provoke it anymore. It will trample everyone to death if it gets out."

Duan Nan stared at him for a long time and finally nodded. There was a sound of a sharp blade breaking through the wind, and the Red Angry Ghost Scythe returned to his back. He turned around, chose a corner, and sat down stiffly.

Nan Fuguang: “???”
Nan Fuguang: "You can cast a spell? Why would everyone listen to you?"

Hearing this, the butcher turned around and looked Nan Fuguang up and down carefully, until she was terrified. He sighed and said, "When did you listen to me?"

Nan Fuguang: "I can listen to you now. What do you want to do next?"

The butcher raised his hand and very naturally brushed the scales on the monster's paws. The monster seemed to feel a little itchy and stomped its paws again. The ground trembled and dust flew, and the pit that blocked the monster was flattened a little.
The monster took a small step forward.
Thick smoke rolled toward the outside world. People screamed and fled outside the pit. Nan Fuguang looked up and finally saw that the sun had become cloudy. A beam of black light split the sky in two like a gap in space and time. In the distance, meaningless whispers became more intense after a pause, like a war song of conquest.

——The little mushroom lived up to everyone's expectations and successfully unfolded the talisman to open the "Yin Yang Mirror World".

However, this escape was clearly just beginning.

The miners' legs were not as long as the monster's. If it broke free at this moment, everything would be meaningless.

"It only takes me a stick of incense!"
Nan Fuguang's voice became a little more urgent. That was the time required for the talisman to fully expand the space.
"Think of a way!"

"Just tell it a story." The man said in a low and steady tone, and made a suggestion that Nan Fuguang never expected, "Just treat it as the early opening of this month's drama festival."

Not far away, Duan Nan turned his head and said stiffly, "Okay."

Nan Fuguang was silent for a moment: "Did you see its eyes?"

Butcher: “What?”

Nan Fuguang: "Why else would you keep talking nonsense?"

The butcher felt that he sighed too many times today, so he changed his train of thought and asked Nan Fuguang, "Didn't you take that kid out? Why are you back again?"

"I'm afraid you'll die." Nan Fuguang answered without hesitation.

"I couldn't have died."
The butcher paused and added calmly.
"But now I'm almost pissed off at you."

"..."

"You said you could listen to me."

"I can't convince myself to blindly obey your nonsense."

"..."

……

After returning from a happy outing, the person holding the Big Sun Red Flower needs to start thinking seriously about the performance script. The script only supports originality, and the ending is limited to tragedy.

This huge monster is a lover of tragic literature. At this moment, Nan Fuguang's head is buzzing and it is no exaggeration to say that it is completely blank.
Where could one improvise a sad story at this time? Looking around, the entire Dayi Mine was a huge sad story.
Every day, various tragedies of separation of families, inability to live, and fear of death are played out here...
Of course, if this monster were allowed to take a step forward, the sorrow would be doubled.

Nan Fuguang watched in disbelief as the butcher found an empty space to sit down, then rummaged in his arms and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper with some words scribbled on it. He had said that he could read books and newspapers, but he had never said that he could tell stories.

The butcher, who understood his future fate earlier than Nan Fuguang, seemed to have made preparations early on.

Miraculously, when he took out the crumpled paper, crushed the remaining big sunflower flower, smeared the flower juice on the paper, and saw the monster that was about to be trapped making a confused "gurgling" sound, it actually stopped at the same time.

"Come, Zhuangzhuang." The butcher sat down.

There was constant noise all around, and the wind blowing from somewhere was mixed with a murderous and bloody smell.

The butcher's voice was not loud, but somehow it reached the monster's ears perfectly. The monster hesitated between "listening to the story" or "walking out"...
Or maybe nothing in the world could resist this man's temptation. After a few breaths, it actually stopped.

The monster that was about to break through the siege was like a collapsed hill. It slowly retracted its big head from the collapsed mine entrance and stretched out its nose to sniff in the direction of the butcher.
It seemed satisfied with the smell.
The monster made a few more "gurgling" sounds. At the same time, Nan Fuguang felt that the unknown whispering in his ears was gradually weakening.

The monster moved its body, swung its snake-scale-like tail that was dragging in the shadows, and then it curled up awkwardly at the butcher's feet like a cat.

……

The story of the butcher is very bizarre. He recorded everything that happened to the other two people in a short period of time in the form of a first-person handwritten diary.

……

【Day 】
The war between the immortal cultivators and the mortals is over.
This war was really long. As far as I can remember, it lasted for many, many years.
This was the first day. I was left alone in the base camp with my master as a servant. Surrounded by people from the opposing camp who were both familiar and unfamiliar to me. Fortunately, they all seemed polite, at least on the surface.
I watched my husband wave and smile as he sent his comrades and friends away. At this moment, I still remembered everything that happened yesterday.
After the armistice agreement was signed, according to the original agreement, everyone else had to leave first, including Zhuangzhuang, who had once bitten the tree in one bite. He bit my adult's sleeves and refused to leave, looking back every few steps and crying uncontrollably.
My master was left behind and is about to go to the east coast with the monks.
But at the last moment, Lord Dongjun was the first to regret.
I have never seen her so angry... Oh, never mind. Since this is a factual diary, I'd better not lie. Her temper is as bad as ever, but yesterday she was really going to blow the whistle. She didn't agree to leave my master alone with the monks, insisting that this was a conspiracy and that there would be nothing on the east coast where we were going.
In the end, Jiuguan and she had another fight, and he almost tied her up and dragged her away.
As promised, we will go to the east coast of the Impure Sea and work together with those Taoists to continue to complete all the tasks that my master is familiar with.
Record and narrate.
Record everything that happens in this world and leave it for future generations to tell.
Legend has it that the place we are going to is surrounded by mountains, and a tribe of hunters has stayed there since the ancient Ice Age... The adult told me that he wanted to listen to this ancient democracy chant the ancient stories they had recorded.

Regardless, the war is over.

【Day 2】
That place is very far away. I heard that it is located in the center of the continent east of the Unclean Sea. The journey by ship to land takes nearly half a year.
It should be winter by the time we arrive.
The first day of sailing was calm, but my adults were still not used to the boat and couldn't eat much. They were visibly thin.
We took advantage of our boredom to organize our notes from these years, hoping that one day we can compile them into a book to serve as a warning to future generations.
——Fear is the fig leaf of greed. The human soul will always tremble because of endless desire.
Day 3
When I woke up in the morning, I saw Lord Jiuguan on the mast. He was missing a few feathers on his buttocks. I suspected it was Lord Dongjun's work. Lord Jiuguan pretended to be an ordinary seabird and squatted stiffly on the mast. He also winked at me to signal me not to make a fuss...
It turns out that he doesn't trust my parents very much.
But please, aren't its colorful feathers that are very different from those of seabirds and its tail that is longer than that of a phoenix a little too ostentatious?
Finally, my master discovered his existence. The funny thing is that Master Jiuguan forgot that my master never saw things with his eyes... My master smiled and jokingly asked him if he would get seasick. He might have rolled his eyes (if birds could be seasick too). He emphasized that he had accompanied the old master across the sea for countless days and nights. We were all silent when we mentioned that person.
In the end, even though I swore to keep silent, this guy still got angry and pecked me.
Damn it, I wasn't the one who brought that up.
【Day 4】
There were no special circumstances today, so my parents stayed in the cabin and continued to organize notes and documents.
However, there were some other episodes, such as the adults seemed to have new friends (I never dared to imagine that this day would come). Interestingly, the child was probably just an adult and his surname was Xie.

(The butcher gives Nan Fuguang a look.
Nan Fuguang said reflexively: "I don't."
The butcher raised his eyebrows.
Nan Fuguang turned his head and looked at the monster who seemed to be listening attentively with his tail wagging. He gritted his teeth, bent his fingers, pretended there was a door in front of him, knocked on it, and said: "Hello, this sir whose name I don't know, may I come in?"
[Enter.] The butcher raised his eyelids.
Nan Fuguang looked at the butcher expressionlessly. The butcher temporarily put down the paper with the script in his hand and smiled at her, meaning: Well done.
Xie A'di was very interested in the notes and documents compiled by my master. When no one was willing to approach the master's cabin, he came uninvited and stayed for a whole day. He sat by the window and read page by page those notes that seemed a bit boring to me, even if a page was full of childish complaints from the master about how fierce Lord Dongjun was or that the old master was causing trouble again.
Xie A-di excitedly told us something.

(Nan Fuguang stared at the paper the butcher stuffed into his hand and read without any emotion: [I am one of the first people to be born with a cyclone sea of ​​consciousness after the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree withered. I hope to shine in the world of immortal cultivation in the future.])
Tsk, that’s what I said.
As long as you study hard, you can shine anywhere, right?
Why must it be the world of immortal cultivation?
Day 8
I like listening to stories.
Of course, I prefer listening to stories told by the adults in my family.
I heard the sailors talk about some things about the eastern continent. I heard that the people there live a rich life, the four seasons are distinct, and the harvests are abundant... In short, because it is far away from the main battlefield of the war, everything seems to be the best.
There are palaces built in the mountains and forests, clear waterfalls, endless bird calls, and birds and beasts living freely in the mountains and forests.
They called it the place "sheltered by God".
I couldn't help laughing when I heard this. Maybe they don't know that God did come. He created and protected the entire civilization, but he has left.
[Day 17]
Sailing is so boring, so boring.
I don’t know if my parents regretted staying with the ship.

(Nan Fuguang continued reading: [There are many immortal cultivators in the Eastern Continent who have established sects. A place with a good geographical location like Yuntian Peak will definitely be occupied by a large-scale sect.]
The butcher smiled slightly: [Are we staying at Yuntian Peak? ]
Nan Fuguang: “…”
It's bullshit.
Nan Fuguang didn’t know how much the butcher hated the Yuntian Sect, so he didn’t forget to include them when he made up the story.
But according to the script, she could only bite the bullet and recite the lines to thank A-di: [Yes, sir.])
Maybe it's the nomadic tribe that my parents really want to see.
Now, those people who migrated here during the Ice Age may have become the leaders in the world of immortal cultivation. They occupy the land and become the kings. They have also set up a high-level department specifically for recording the history of Honghe, so as not to forget the original aspirations of the nation.
That's where we're going to go.
Although Xie A-di was probably just talking nonsense based on his own guesses, when I came to my senses, I discovered that besides me, my adult seemed to be listening intently. My adult is the only recorder in this world, and perhaps he also feels very lonely sometimes.
The child's words were so inspiring that he now longed to go to Yuntian Peak.

……

The story ends here, and the whole night comes to an end for the time being.

Nan Fuguang noticed that the manuscript paper in the butcher's hand was not too thick. Perhaps the story was not very long, or perhaps time was too tight and he did not finish writing it at all.

She roughly understood the main thread of the story, which was that a long time ago, with the withering of the Shatuo Likong Tree as the key point on the timeline, an unrecorded war had taken place, and the two sides of the war each occupied the east and west banks of the Impure Sea.
Finally, the two sides reached a truce and made peace.
A civil servant in charge of record-keeping on the west coast of the Impure Sea was invited to the east coast. The people on the other side promised to treat him well and sent the civil servant by boat to "Yuntian Peak on the east coast of the Impure Sea", where there was a very ancient nomadic people who also recorded everything that happened in the world and might resonate with this civil servant.
The civil servant boarded the ship, and during the lonely voyage he only made friends with a little kid named Xie. "This is ridiculous."
As the butcher began to sort out the rest of the story, Nan Fuguang couldn't help but ask, "Is this lord stupid? How could a person like him believe such outrageous words? Those people on the East Coast kept him here just to get a hostage! This is a complete conspiracy! He shouldn't have gone with them!"

Upon hearing this, the butcher paused slightly in his action of organizing the manuscript and smiled with an ambiguous smile.

Not far away, the monster that was originally curled up obediently tilted its head and made a mournful whale cry. The long sound overlapped with the time when it was in a depressed mood just now.

The butcher arranged the new paper and unfolded it.

……

[231st Day]
Found this book by accident.
In a few days we will reach the eastern continent. Now I know that its name is Kunfa Continent, and most of the monks are gathering there.
To the west of the Impure Sea, our people stayed there and gave it a new name, the Wet Land.
The adult has not been in good health recently and gets tired easily. He usually has to rest after talking to me or Xie A-di for a few words.
He always sat alone by the cabin window, staring blankly in silence. When I asked him what he was thinking about, he just said he was daydreaming.
Maybe it's because of the bad weather at sea these days, the adults' eye disease has worsened.
Lord Dongjun would be furious if he knew this.
Only when this matter was mentioned would adults show a slightly different expression, and I was sure that it was the embarrassment of refusing to talk about it.
【Day 235】
It feels good to have my feet on dry land.
I ate one extra steamed bun today because I wanted to be "down to earth".
【Day 236】
Brother Xie has rarely come to see my parents recently. He seems to have some secret and he cries every day.
He stopped me at lunch yesterday and seemed hesitant and mysterious. I asked him what was wrong, but he ran away crying, as if someone had died.
spit.
This kid is so unlucky. I will definitely beat him up next time I see him.
【Day 237】
Yuntian Peak is a barren mountain.
There are no signs of nomadic tribes here.
【Day 237】
Lord Dongjun is right.
Nothing will be left behind.
This notebook will not be left behind.

It was all a scam, and the boy named Xie was forced to kill the civil servant with his own hands.

——When the divine civil servants pass away, everything about the war will be forcefully erased, and from then on, people will no longer remember all the suffering and glory that once happened.

Nan Fuguang and Xie A'di in the script were equally shocked and at a loss.

She didn't even know how she had such a huge resonance when the passerby played by Duan Nan called her to the deck on a dark and windy night and handed her a sword.

[Don't you want to stand out?] Duan Nan recited the lines step by step and without any emotion, [This is the first step for you to offer your loyalty.]

Nan Fuguang could barely hold the sword. The familiar hilt in her hand no longer brought her the peace of mind she once had. Her eyelashes trembled: [What do you mean? This is different from what we agreed on at the beginning.]

Duan Nan: [Nothing was “agreed” from the beginning. Don’t you understand? This ship will never dock.]

【He is just a blind man! 】

[He is not an ordinary blind man, he is a civil servant of the old gods. ]

Nan Fuguang held the sword and turned to the man standing not far away as if asking for help.
The butcher's appearance seemed to become blurred, and instead, a slender, gentle-looking man dressed as a scholar stood there, with his hands behind his back, smiling at himself like when "he" pushed open the door of the cabin at the beginning and turned around.

An overwhelming sense of betrayal came over me.

The show must end.
There will always be victims in the end.
This is the "rule" of the Dayi Mine, and also the "prohibition" of the Dayi Mine.

Nan Fuguang stabbed the sword in her hand into the chest of the man in front of her in a way that missed the vital point. When the blood really gushed out, she was completely immersed in the play. The anger and shame of a betrayer clamored in her blood. Tears blurred her eyes, and she recited the last line of the entire script -

[Sir, have you reached the land of your dreams? ]

Sweet, sticky, warm blood gushed out of his throat, and the thin and slender figure disappeared. The tall man held the snow-white sword blade, turned his head, and said to the monster -

"Did that sir go to the dreamland he longed for?"

The words fall.

Suddenly, the clear blue sky changed and dark clouds covered the city.

The monster staggered to its feet, and the unknown and unintelligible whispers in the air turned into the whispers of a child, with words such as "cheat", "save me", "lie", and "burial ground" coming into the ears.

Black Sky Ore fell from the eyes of the monster that rose from the ground like a torrential rain, covering the sky and the earth. It let out a sad wail that shook the heavens and the earth, and crystal clear ore continued to pour out like a tide.

Duan Nan held the sickle and flew it three times to a high altitude. The sickle pierced deeply into the mine wall with a "bang". He said, "The performance was a success. Make a wish."

If the performance fails, you will be punished. On the contrary, if the performance is successful, you can make a great wish to the Dayi Mine, and it will definitely come true.

The deepest restrictions in the Big Sun Mine are being activated and taking effect. The air seems to be humming, as if an ancient power is being awakened.

When the monster stepped out of the mine groove, Nan Fuguang saw the world space in the talisman of "Yin Yang Mirror World" fully unfold. From the screams of the people who were gradually going away, he guessed that there were only a few miners left to complete the entire evacuation.

She just needs a little more time!

"My wish is that there will be no more Dayi mines in the world! And that everyone leaves safely!"

"make a deal."

From the sky, a waist pendant engraved with the "Kingfisher's Nest" logo and a waist accessory in the shape of a Dainichi Mine lamp fell from the sky, and Nan Fuguang opened his arms to catch them.

Suddenly, Nan Fuguang heard the sound of glass breaking on the ground, and it was like something was being pulled apart forcefully.

A warm and familiar current surged into her sea of ​​consciousness, and strength returned to her body.

The wish was fulfilled and the ban on the Great Sun Mine was lifted.

With one hand, she dragged the butcher, whose chest was bleeding, to the corner. The pile of black cracked ore under her feet increased, and soon it almost covered her thighs. The lifeless man was pressing on her shoulders, and she was almost suffocated by him.

"It's going out." A man's hoarse voice sounded in my ear.

“Don’t worry about it,” Nan Fuguang tilted his head slightly and yelled at him, “Mind yourself!”

"They haven't all left yet." The butcher raised his hand, and with his rough hand, he pinched the soft earlobe that was just a few feet away. "I was stabbed... I can't take it in vain."

Nan Fuguang only felt the tip of her ear was pinched and burning. Before she could curse, the man's hand fell down limply. She choked and blinked: "I have never killed anyone."

Butcher: "Um. No."

Nan Fuguang paused and said, "You are not allowed to be the first one."

The butcher chuckled and said, "Well, no."

As he opened his mouth to speak, blood dripped onto Nan Fuguang's neck. The warm and sticky touch made all the pores on her body open in horror. She carefully placed the man in the corner, then stood in front of him and looked up at the monster that had already stepped out of the mine.

Nan Fuguang took out two talismans from his arms, one was a low-grade Lihuo Talisman, which had a little fire element attached to it and could be used as a fire source at most, and the other was a black and gold talisman, which was the only two top-level talismans Nan Fuguang had left besides the "Yin Yang Mirror Realm", the "Sraman's Twenty-Four Small Keys", used for summoning.

It can be used by powerful beings to summon ancient mythical beasts.

Yan Jian had once judged that Nan Fuguang might not even be able to summon anything that could only breathe after using it up——

If you can't recruit...

"We might die together."

"Duoduo might bury us together, using only one tombstone." The butcher covered his wound, breathing unevenly due to the pain, but his eyebrows curved with a smile, "He thinks we are a couple."

Nan Fuguang was sure that he was threatening him.

So vicious that the speech was so vicious.

Raising her hand expressionlessly, she fiercely slapped the Fire Talisman onto her right hand, then turned around and pressed the "Sramana Twenty-Four Small Keys" onto the butcher's blood-stained hand.

"Since there is so much flowing out, don't waste it, borrow it and use it."

The man uttered a "hmm" sound, and before he could react, he saw Nan Fuguang use his right hand to press the talisman to the ground!
With a "pop" sound, the golden formation beneath his feet gradually expanded like a blooming Brahma lotus, shining with golden light and abundant spiritual energy. A strong wind blew down, and the mountains shook and the earth trembled!

The sun was no longer shining in the sky, and it was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder. Suddenly, from the golden light formation, a giant beast was born with glory.

It has a long snout, erect ears, and a single eye in the center of its forehead. It looks roughly like a white fox, but has nine tails and twelve wings. Its wingspan is like a shield that can cover the sky and block out the sun. Each of the nine tails has an eye, which is angry and ferocious, and its light shines everywhere.

The nine-tailed winged fox let out a beast roar, soared into the air, and then fell from the sky to hold down the monster that had escaped from the mine.

With a loud "boom", the ground began to crack, and the surging black cracked ore rolled up like waves. The two giant beasts bit and tangled and rolled together -

……

In the center of the formation, the eldest senior sister of the Yuntian Sect was extremely confused, because even she herself didn't know what this thing she had summoned was.

(End of this chapter)