Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

Ever since he experienced the so-called "script" written by the butcher himself, Nan Fuguang felt a little stressed about sailing on the sea.

After getting on the boat, she became silent. She was extremely worried about the butcher's matter and was also extremely exhausted. She found a remote cabin to properly accommodate the butcher, and obediently drank a large bottle of elixir that Yunshang Immortal had given her. Then Nan Fuguang fell asleep on the bed.

I slept until the boat reached the shore. The bright sun was reflected in the rippling blue waves, and the withered Shatuo tree was half visible behind the blue sky...
Everything looks familiar again, and the snow-covered Dayi Mining Pier seems like yesterday.

When Nan Fuguang woke up, he felt like he had just experienced a big dream.

I just don’t know when this dream started and when it ended.

But when she was packing her things, the broken mining lamp-shaped waist pendant and the "Kingfisher's Nest" identity symbol accessory rolled out from her sleeve, reminding her that everything was not a dream.

And her scarred arms.

The wound no longer hurts, and when she rolls up her sleeves, she sees a big white arm. Apart from some hideous but removable scars from the burn, there are no sequelae. I don't know if the cultivation of her mortal body has really made her stronger or if there is some other reason.

Nan Fuguang did not ask anyone about the follow-up of the Da Ri Mine. His memory remained on the footprints left on the snow by the people in the "Kingfisher's Nest" and the jujube tree in the dream described by Youyin that would bear many sweet jujubes in autumn and winter.

She also avoided all intentions from Yunshang Immortal, whether questioning or comforting. She pretended to be blind and deaf, and neither saw nor felt the latter's hesitant glances every time.

Nan Fuguang did not even set out to return to Yuntian Sect immediately. Instead, as soon as he arrived at the East Coast Port, he went to the yard behind Wuqiong's Rare Treasure Pavilion and found an empty room that could be lived in.

Of course not alone.

——She also brought with her the butcher who had not been conscious for a moment in the past few days and had no idea whether he could survive.

……

The Dainichi Mine collapsed and disintegrated, and the unscrupulous businessmen were busier than the "Kingfisher's Nest".

The day Nan Fuguang came back, I was poor and not at home.

After finding an empty room and settling the butcher, Nan Fuguang was about to return to the sect to find a medical practitioner she liked, when she ran into Wuqiong who was in a hurry.

The owner of the Rare Treasure Pavilion seemed to be preparing to go out temporarily, and she only brought a simple bag. When she saw Nan Fuguang for the first time, her eyes widened, like an eagle protecting its calf, and she rushed over to check whether Nan Fuguang's limbs were intact.
She cursed the butcher, saying, "What good is a pretty face for you?" "What the hell were you doing in the Da Ri Mine? You almost got yourself killed."

Nan Fuguang was speechless after hearing her chatter.

Frowning in confusion, she didn’t tell Wuqiong that the person who was really going to die was not her, but the butcher…
She just couldn't bring herself to say it after enduring it for so long. The guilt she felt for being powerless almost killed her.

"Where are you going?"

"I smell the scent of getting rich, where do you think I should go?"

According to Wuqiong, she grabbed a boat ticket to the west coast as soon as she received the news of the collapse of the Da Ri Mine, because the accident at the Da Ri Mine meant that the output of the Black Rift Ore would become a big problem for some time in the future. When unscrupulous businessmen in the market began to hoard large quantities of basic products related to the ore belatedly, she decided to start everything from the source.

Nan Fuguang: “…”
Nan Fuguang: "Right now, the Sun Mine is indeed unable to produce any Black Cracked Sky Ore. If nothing unexpected happens, it will not be able to produce any more in the future. Do you think you can think of this? Does the Immortal Alliance think of this?"
Nan Fuguang: "The people from the Kingfisher's Nest have arrived. Even though the wall there has collapsed, not even a fly can get in."

Wuqiong was extremely disappointed when she heard that the "Kingfisher's Nest" was already in place. She muttered, "These cops are really quick this time. There's really no such thing as a quick buck without a gain." She thought about going to refund the boat ticket.

When I raised my eyes, I saw Nan Fuguang leaning against the door with his arms folded, an expressionless face. His right hand seemed injured and a little weak. He looked tired and unusually taciturn.

Wuqiong paused, reached out and pinched the chin of the person in front of him, and lifted it up without any hesitation.

Look carefully left and right.

While flipping through the books, she frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you? You look so distraught. Did you leave your soul in the Great Sun Mine? If you have anything to say, just let it out. Don't let me ask you again."

Nan Fuguang grabbed her collar and dragged her into the yard, then kicked open one of the doors.

When he first saw the dying man lying on the bed, Wuqiong was stunned for a moment. When Nan Fuguang lifted the quilt covering him, Wuqiong cursed.

Under the quilt, the man was shirtless. Apart from his evenly distributed, firm tendon meat that looked very familiar, everything else seemed a little strange.
He was breathing weakly, and there was a wound on his chest, slightly away from the vital points. The wound had already turned white due to blood loss, the skin and flesh were peeled off, and the edges were blurry but no blood was flowing out. At first glance, it looked like a huge black hole, even with a cyclone vortex.

I was so shocked that I lost my voice.

After a while, he turned around with a look of horror and asked Nan Fuguang: "I know he is not so likable sometimes...but is it possible that it is a bit illegal to play with him like this?"

"..."

play.

Nan Fuguang rolled his eyes and slapped her on the thigh.

She picked out the important things and quickly told Wuqiong what had happened in the past few days, from entering the mine at the beginning, to the rules that had to be followed at every step, and finally the so-called drama performance, and her immediate "wish success" after the performance.

Nan Fuguang spent some extra time describing the strange monster that was completely indescribable. In order to prove the authenticity of her ridiculous story about the theatrical performance, she even showed Wuqiong the Duan Nan waist pendant she brought back.

Wuqiong seemed relatively calm at first, and even took the "Kingfisher's Nest" accessory and said "tsk tsk" that it was the first time she touched the real thing with her own hands...

It was not until Nan Fuguang mentioned that "Black Rift Ore is the tears of monsters" that Wuqiong's expression gradually turned solemn.

"The so-called 'performance' and 'wishing' should essentially be an exchange of spiritual power... You know, there are more than just living things in this world that have 'souls'. When a certain stable form is maintained for a long time, a relatively static state is formed, just like a stone soaked in a pickle jar for a long time will also be pickled. At that time, a mountain, a stone, or a piece of land will sometimes grow its own spiritual will."

"I don't understand. If the other miners hate this mine, why don't they wish for 'destruction of the world' or something like that?"

Wuqiong was speechless for a long while: "The 'wishing' itself must resonate, and the will and strength of the person making the wish must match the wish they make. For ordinary mortals, what they hope most at the moment is probably that they can leave the Great Sun Mine... Their strength can only support the fulfillment of such a wish."

"You mean I had a strong urge to demolish the Great Sun Mine at that time."

"Yeah, didn't you give up the Great Sun Flower in exchange for your freedom? You'd rather die than go back and sink with your fellow miners?"

Wuqiong frowned as he spoke, leaning over to check the butcher's wound. Upon closer inspection, the dark wound was not a simple black hole, but more like a starry sky that had swallowed up everything, bottomless...
It's like a gap in time and space being torn apart.
The depth of the wound is not an erosion that is difficult to heal, but a connection to another unknown and infinite world.

"The 'performance' is essentially a 'sacrifice'. His current behavior is just the result of the 'sacrifice'."

"What do you mean?"

"This unhealable wound is most likely related to the creature whose tears are black cracked sky ore and the 'spiritual will' of the Great Sun Mine."

As Wuqiong spoke, he made a move that made Nan Fuguang's scalp tingle -
She rolled up her sleeves, clenched her fists and put them into the black hole in the butcher's chest. Nan Fuguang: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Amid Nan Fuguang's screams, the man who had been sleeping for several days was finally awakened as expected. He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw an arm on his chest. He was silent for a moment and slowly exhaled.

Nan Fuguang: "Ah ...

Wuqiong: "Stop shouting, be decent."

Pig Butcher: "What do you think is proper behavior when you put your hands inside a man while he's asleep?"

Wu Qiong: “Oh, you’re awake?”
Wuqiong: "You are still talking nonsense even when you are about to die."

As if he was relieved after being ridiculed by the butcher, Wuqiong suppressed the anxiety that was not visible on his face for a second, and retracted his hand seemingly nonchalantly.
When she pulled her arm out, her hands were clean and free of blood or other stains.

Nan Fuguang's scream was instantly stuck in his throat. He took a breath and then closed his mouth tightly. His temples were throbbing and he was having difficulty breathing.

"The bad news is that he is indeed dying."
I rolled up my sleeves.
"The good news is that he can still be saved."

Nan Fuguang immediately stared at her with eyes wide open.

Wuqiong turned around and smiled at the butcher: "You are so lucky to have met us."

"Really?" Leaning against the bed, the man said in a calm and sarcastic voice, "I don't think so."

What Wuqiong meant was that this kind of curse, which was similar to the gap disorder curse produced when space and time were folded, was something that ordinary people would not be able to remove, let alone deal with. However, she was knowledgeable and happened to know how to deal with it. It was the butcher's luck to know her.
What’s even more coincidental is that only Nan Fuguang can handle the situation in this way. It is the butcher’s luck that he knows Nan Fuguang.

Upon hearing this, the butcher tried to remind them that if it weren't for them, he would never have gone to the Dayi Mine.

Wuqiong ignored his friendly reminder and turned to tell Nan Fuguang, there is a rumor in the world of immortal cultivation that it is no coincidence that the Yuntian Sect has the Guixing Pavilion that can know the past and the future. It is because long ago, the first ruler of the Guixing Pavilion accidentally obtained a small number of bones of an unknown person which were later named "Breath of the Yellow Spring".

It is impossible to find out who this person is. All we know is that his bones can reverse time and space, fold time and space at will, change the law of cause and effect in the world, and can easily make dry bones grow flesh, rotten flesh coagulate muscle, and bring the dead back to life.

"A stable time converter with unknown power." Wuqiong poked Nan Fuguang's arm. "If my information is correct, is the Track Star Pavilion on the hill behind your master's bedroom?"

Nan Fuguang: “?”

Wuqiong: "I don't expect you to steal the treasure of the sect, so you'd better take the butcher back to Yuntian Sect."

As if to confirm, Nan Fuguang asked again: "Where are you taking him?"

Wuqiong nodded: "Yes. That's right. Bring this strange, strong, and extremely handsome man who is dying because of saving you back to your future Taoist partner, Yunshang Xianzun, who may regard ordinary people as ants, under the nose of the old man."

Nan Fuguang: “…”

With such a description, it is hard not to feel a sense of immorality.

This is a bit too exciting.

Nan Fuguang: "Do you think the Immortal Venerable will agree?"

I looked at her with pity.

……

"No."

With the scorching sun overhead, the mortal world is so dry that not even a blade of grass can grow, so the cicadas' tireless chirping has become a privilege enjoyed only in the fairy world.

In front of the Yuntian Sect's mountain gate, Nan Fuguang was sweating on her forehead. She was almost blinded by the scorching sun. She could only squint slightly and look at the people not far away. Everyone around her was exhausted from the disaster that had just ended and looked a little embarrassed...
Only the Immortal Lord above the clouds is free from the dust and remains as glorious as before.

Nan Fuguang dropped his hands.

The injured right hand seemed to have developed some strange habits, with the fingertips slightly bent in an unnatural manner.

Earlier, she had changed out of the dusty mining robes of the Sun Mine, and now she was wearing the Taoist robes of the inner sect disciples of the Yuntian Sect. The eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect had regained some of her due momentum.

At this moment, two cuffs extended from the wide sleeves. The long silk straps firmly supported the tall man, as if an invisible giant was floating behind Nan Fuguang.

After being decisively rejected, the cuff floated up and down uneasily.

"The Yuntian Sect prohibits outsiders from entering without an invitation, especially mortals."
Yan Jian's tone was cold.
"Bring it back to the foot of Yuntian Sect and leave it to you to properly place it. I have already retreated several feet... Every day, don't let me repeat it a second time. Stop when you are ahead, and don't push it any further."

As Yunshang Xianzun gave a cold warning, the man held up by the ribbon slowly opened his eyes. His face was as pale as paper. He called out Nan Fuguang's name with a hoarse voice and a weak breath.

The eldest sister of Yuntian Sect heard the call. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she used soft silk to lift the man to a very high position with great emotion.

"You don't have to repeat it a second time because I'm not asking for your opinion."

She used honorific words but it had nothing to do with respect. The eldest senior sister of the Yuntian Sect lifted her Taoist robe, and when the Yunshang Immortal Venerable showed a look of surprise, she walked past him with her head held high.

When he reached the sect's main gate, he glared at the completely confused gatekeeper and shouted, "Open the door! I want to see who dares to stop me today!"

I heard a long time ago that Senior Sister Fu Guang had gone to the west coast and caused chaos in the Great Sun Mine, but she was able to escape unscathed...
Seeing him in person today, he is indeed even more majestic than before!
The gatekeeper disciple was so scared that he peed his pants. He cursed his senior brother for letting him take the gatekeeper shift today for the 800th time. He opened the gate of Yuntian Sect with a sad face and welcomed in the senior sister of Yuntian Sect and...
A strange man who was carried back to the sect by her like a princess.

On the steps, the eldest sister walked away in a huff.

At the bottom of the stairs was the Immortal Master Yunshang who turned half way and looked over. The Immortal Master who used to be so high and mighty now said nothing. After a moment, he lowered his long eyelashes and concealed the emotion in his eyes.

It's like he has become a different person.

But, maybe it's an illusion?

The gatekeeper disciple couldn't help but sigh silently: If he hadn't known that the Immortal Lord would never be easily disturbed by worldly trivialities, he would have almost misunderstood this moment as a sinister and absent-minded state... Oh, how strange, how strange!

(End of this chapter)