Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

Some questions are stupid to ask, but even stupider not to ask.

According to normal logic, the big guy with nine tails and nine eyes on his tails was summoned by Nan Fuguang through prayers. But in fact, everyone knows what it wanted to do and what it did after being summoned. It is not really Nan Fuguang's responsibility.

It's a complete mystery, including why the nine eyes on its butt were useless and it turned around and bit its own people.

It may simply not like the taste of dragons.

"What happened? What's going on?" Nan Fuguang asked.

"I don't know. That day, I held a sword and tried to stop the monster native to the Great Sun Mine. However, before I could get close, the nine-tailed furry beast turned around and bit me without hesitation... You were there at the time, but you didn't see it."

"Impossible. I would have seen it if I were here."

"You're busy looking for the butcher."

"..."

Ok.
I searched for a while.
Just for a moment.

Nan Fuguang didn't know that at this moment, the leader of the Yuntian Sect, who was just across the door from her, was applauding Yunshang Immortal's rapidly improving emotional intelligence. She just suddenly realized that her master's personality had become a little tricky today.

She was more accustomed to the Immortal Master Yunshang, who could not say a word related to her and would always say "you ants".

"That doesn't make sense," Nan Fuguang cleared his throat and changed the subject, "Why would it turn around and bite you?"

"This is related to what kind of creature it is. The two questions go hand in hand, and we still don't know what it is." Yan Ji'an lowered his eyes. "If we knew what kind of creature it is, Xie Ming wouldn't be so incompetent that he would be helpless and let it bleed day and night."

With Elder Xie Ming as their leader, those medicine practitioners in the medicine pavilion just live their lives in vain.

Instead of relying on them for difficult and complicated problems, it is better to go to the logistics department and order a good-looking coffin that suits the dragon clan's aesthetic taste as soon as possible.

Nan Fuguang hesitated to speak.

Yan Ji'an did not give her the chance to climb up and attack other disciples of the same sect. He used his fingers as swords and slashed across his inner shirt. The brocade was torn with a sound, and neat cuts appeared on the blood-stained sleeves. The unique herbal smell of Soul An Grass mixed with the smell of blood wafted into his nose.

Green herbs are the main ingredients for making top-grade hemostatic powder, but the finished product doesn't look very good. Green and black mixed with blood look like a mass of mud at this moment. Even though Nan Fuguang had just returned from the cannibalism scene at the Dayi Mine, the bloodiness still made her throat tighten.

She frowned.

Yan Jian looked over, his eyes lightly swept across her tightly knit brows, and smiled slightly: "I haven't been injured for a long time, this kind of pain is new."

Nan Fuguang certainly knew that he was talking nonsense.

But saying "Oh" at this time would probably be suspected of being disrespectful to her teacher and ancestors. She knew that Yan Ji'an was probably taking a roundabout approach, but she still had damn curiosity and a little bit of worry.

She scratched her fingers and asked, "What should I do?"

Yan Ji'an tugged at his outer robe and feathers a little: "I haven't changed the medicine yet today."

After he finished speaking, he looked straight at Nan Fuguang.

Nan Fuguang: “…”
Nan Fuguang: “Oh.”

……

Chixue Peak, Taoting.

Nan Fuguang thought about it seriously. Ever since Lu Sang appeared, she seemed to have not been in a happy mood in entering and leaving Taoting for a long time.
Even though she had always laughed at it in the past as a dragon's lair.

The peach tree she planted with her own hands was blooming as brilliantly as ever, as if it couldn't wait to tell everyone who saw it how well it was doing after being transplanted.

Nan Fuguang stood under the tree with her sleeves tucked in, looking up for a while, until Yan Jian asked her what she was looking at.

"I'm looking at an ungrateful person." Nan Fuguang looked up until his neck was sore and answered without thinking.

Sometimes Yan Ji'an couldn't understand her train of thought, just like how she had been jumping around in the Yuntian Sect in the first half of her life and hadn't shown much friendship to her fellow disciples, but in the Dayi Mine she was able to sacrifice her life for a group of miners she had just met.

Now she was calling a tree an ungrateful wolf, but the tree was not very old and had not yet developed any intelligence.

"The last time I came to Taoting, it was also beautiful, just like the flowers that will never wither." Nan Fuguang continued slowly, "That day, I saw Master and Junior Sister Lu Sang, who was not yet a formal inner disciple, practicing sword under the tree. At that time, she had a sword like my Yaoguang Sword, which she got from Master personally. She practiced the same sword technique I practiced when I was a child, but she learned faster and better than me... The peach blossom petals fell lightly on the tip of her sword as if to reward her."

She retracted her gaze, because she had been staring at the pink for too long and was in a brief trance. Her sight dropped to the tip of her shoes. She remembered that day when she was mad because she couldn't break through the final stage of foundation building. She mustered up the courage to look for Yan Ji'an, but found that someone had got there first. She witnessed with her own eyes that Lu Sang easily broke through the Qi Refining stage under Yan Ji'an's nose.

Just because she was the divine phoenix, Lu Sang suddenly obtained everything that Nan Fuguang had once possessed or tried hard to possess... It was as if the world had awakened to a certain will, and from now on, the rolling torrent would only revolve around her. She didn't have to move, and all that people desired would automatically be presented to her.

Nan Fuguang was mad with jealousy.

There is nothing to deny.

I am indeed an ordinary person. With her hands in her pockets, the eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect sighed in her heart. The psychological behavior of creatures crawling in the dark in the corners like this would never appear in the Divine Phoenix...
She lived an upright life, and even at the Dayi Mine, she was genuinely worried about her senior sister.

"You care?"

A cold voice came from not far away.

Nan Fuguang's thoughts were interrupted. She turned her head and unexpectedly looked into a pair of black eyes as pure as autumn water. The person who should have stood shoulder to shoulder with the Divine Phoenix and become the darling of the world's will was now looking at her calmly.

For some reason, the fingers hidden in her sleeves curled uncomfortably, and the guilt of wantonly manipulating the emotions of someone superior to her, mixed with a twisted sense of pleasure, briefly burned her.

She gave Yan Ji'an an ambiguous smile.

"If you don't like this, you can bring it up." Yan Ji'an made his words clearer. "I don't have this kind of experience, and I don't know what kind of appropriate distance to keep with other women... So, if you don't like it, bring it up."

The secondary emphasis ensures the authenticity of his words.

Nan Fuguang asked, "Can you please not teach Lu Sang or anyone else swordplay besides me?"

This is not fair to Lu-san at all.

No sword practitioner would worship a master who does not teach him how to practice sword. This is a huge loss.

Yan Ji'an knew that this request was not reasonable no matter how he thought about it. He was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes and said, "Okay."

The smile on Nan Fuguang's lips remained unchanged. She learned to say in the same nonchalant tone: "No. You can't. I'm just kidding."

……

Yan Ji'an's bedroom was the same as always, with nothing new, but of course nothing missing either.

Nan Fuguang stepped in and took a quick look around, not realizing that he looked like a cat patrolling its territory, alert yet aggressive.

Yan Jian saw all this and felt a little surprised, but he did not warn anyone. He just took off his outer robe and sat down beside the couch.

There was still some unused hemostatic powder on the tea table on the couch. It was brought by Xie Ming earlier. When the old man put the medicine down, uncertainty was written all over his face. Yan Ji'an had never had any hope that it would work.
It turned out not to be very useful.
After changing the dressing twice, Yan Ji'an was not surprised to find that the wound showed no signs of healing. Instead, the smell of the soul-soothing grass mixed with blood lingered at his nose, which was quite disturbing. The muddy appearance of the wound did not look good either... He originally had no intention of touching it again, so he just put this bottle of medicine on the place where the last dressing was changed.

but.
Seeing Nan Fuguang approaching and curiously picking up the bottle to examine it, Yan Ji'an thought that it was not impossible to use it again...
It's not poison anyway.

Holding the porcelain-white bottle in his hand, it took him a moment to realize that this was the highest-quality formula the pharmacy could come up with. Nan Fuguang looked straight at him, and Yan Ji'an deliberately let her look at him for a while longer before he slowly sighed and lowered his voice, "It's not as serious as you think."

As he spoke, he took off his undershirt, which was stained with blood and piled up at his waist, revealing his muscular upper body. Perhaps because the dragon race is a cold-blooded animal, he was so white that it looked as if there was no such thing as blood on his body. ... If it weren't for the black blood already flowing down his arm.

Nan Fuguang's fingertips turned white as he held the medicine. Yan Ji'an didn't seem to notice it. He made room for him and patted an empty seat on the couch beside him. "Ri Ri, come here."

This natural movement reminded Nan Fuguang of her childhood, when she had just completed her apprenticeship. After each practice, Yunshang Xianzun would pat the couch and ask her to climb up. At that time, there would always be a cup of prepared herbal tea and a plate of her favorite snacks on the tea table.

Nothing seems to have changed.

Everything seems to have changed beyond recognition.

For a pile of worthless Black Sky Ore, the world of immortal cultivation in Nan Fuguang's concept has changed, and the people in front of him have also changed.

Nan Fuguang sat in the empty seat.

The two of them were a little close to each other, so she subconsciously stepped back a little, but she could still easily smell the familiar cool woody scent entering her nostrils in addition to the herbs and blood.

"These days, you've been focusing on that butcher... I was wondering how long it would take you to realize that your master was also injured." Yan Ji'an said slowly, "I didn't expect that I would be the first one to not be able to help but tell you."

Nan Fuguang did not answer.

She was looking down at the wound in front of her. The wound was indeed more serious than she had imagined. At first, she thought that the nine-tailed fox might have brought some poison that prevented the wound from healing. Now it seems...
It was simply because the bite was too deep.

What about a fatal bite?
There was some gauze left over by the couch, so she used some water to wet it. She was helpless in the face of the deep hole hidden under the wound that was obviously bitten by the fangs of a wild beast.

I don't care what useless nonsense the person in front of me is saying.

Does it make any difference if she discovers the injury herself, does it make the wound heal if she discovers it in the first place?
"Do you like to nag when you get old? If you keep nagging, I'll leave." She said without raising her head.

I heard a chuckle coming from above my head.

Yan Jian really stopped talking, but when the handkerchief in Nan Fuguang's hand touched the edge of the wound in an attempt to clean up the mess, he groaned softly, and his muscles tensed visibly.

"Is it that serious?" Nan Fuguang finally looked up. From her angle, she could only see Yunshang Xianzun's slightly tense side jaw arc. "Why didn't you dodge at that time?"

"I don't know." Yan Ji'an said, "I thought it was summoned by you."

"what?"

"So it shouldn't bite me."

"..."

It is true that the nine-tailed fox appeared to complete some battles for me that I could not complete, but it is obviously a free creature with independent thinking and judgment ability. In other words, it can bite you if it wants to, without my consent at all.

"Master, you're not very good at paleontology and summoning?"

Yan Ji'an laughed again. He had laughed too many times today, in all kinds of ways, but the last two times he seemed to be laughing seriously...
The gaze he cast down was no longer the usual distant and cold one.

Nan Fuguang couldn't understand the dragon clan's unpredictable behavior.

For a long time afterwards, she lowered her head and changed the dressing without saying a word.

Yan Ji'an sat leaning against the couch, breathing so quietly as if he was asleep.

During this time, Nan Fuguang had already combined dozens of possible combinations of hemostatic drugs in her mind, but after thinking about it, it seemed that none of them would be better than what she was using now... Is this the legendary specialization?
No one can do everything well, just like her summoning skills are as bad as ever, and she has not become a player who can perform exceptionally at critical moments as she imagined...
Otherwise, that hairy beast with its eyes on its butt shouldn't open its mouth and bite everyone it sees.

"Ri Ri, why aren't you talking? Are you still angry with your master?" Yan Ji'an asked.

Nan Fuguang cleaned up the messy blood and mud around the wound, making it look less hideous, and then carefully bandaged it with gauze, "No."
She glanced at the pile of used gauze around her and said casually, "The previous poor cleaning may be the reason why the wound has not healed yet."

She just wanted to describe the objective fact that Yan Ji'an lived a rough life.

I didn't expect the other party to have a different understanding.

“It is not convenient to change the dressing with one hand.”

"It's not like you're the only one living in Taoting."

"Lu Sang will not appear in the bedroom without being summoned by the master." Yan Ji'an paused and added, "She has never been here once."

Nan Fuguang was speechless for a moment.

There was no incense burning in the room, but the window was half open. Perhaps because autumn was approaching, the condensed water vapor in the air was heavier than usual, and the moisture was mixed with the smell of mud from outside the window. It looked like a rainstorm was about to come...
I don’t know whether this rain can fall in the mortal world which has been suffering from the scorching hot summer for a long time.

Nan Fuguang was openly distracted, but she didn't notice that she was looking up, her eyes fixed on the face of Yunshang Xianzun. She was counting his overly thick eyelashes without distraction, her thoughts scattered and wandering...

She didn't even notice his approaching presence.

"Daily."

The low calling voice so close to me was more like a hypnosis. Immersed in the humid air, I seemed to smell the fragrance of peach blossoms... Do peach blossoms have a fragrance?
Nan Fuguang hummed from the depths of his throat, his eyelids trembling slightly, and when he came to his senses and raised his eyes, he saw the stern face of the Immortal Lord slowly approaching in front of him——

Nan Fuguang was stunned.

When the slightly cold slender fingertips brushed past her ear and gently placed a strand of hair behind her ear, the difference between the warmth and the cooler temperature made her feel as if she was stepping on empty air.

The aura of the person in front of him enveloped him in all directions.

She tilted her head almost subconsciously.

A touch that was cold but too soft fell on her cheek, very close to her lips.

Nan Fuguang's eyes widened slightly due to shock, but he didn't move for a while...
She let the completely unfamiliar touch bubble up from her heart like bubbles, and then exploded in a corner of her mind.

"..."

The touch was gone, Nan Fuguang turned his stiff neck, and reluctantly looked at Shang Yanjian——

The latter's eyes were as deep as those of Guixu, as if others were endlessly falling into them, and no one knew what he was thinking.

At this moment, Taotao's lively and angry voice came from outside Tao Ting's bedroom.

The little girl cursed and yelled, "Senior Sister, the mortal you brought back has wandered around and got lost in Qingyun Cliff. He is now being detained by the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion. You must go and rescue him quickly."

Nan Fuguang uttered a "hmm" in a voice that only she could hear, and then she jumped up as if she had come to her senses belatedly. The moment she stood up, the medicine bottle and gauze that had been placed under her Taoist robe fell to the ground in a mess. However, she could not care less about that and said hurriedly, "Then I'll go--"

She didn't have time to check in.

The wrist was grabbed with a force that was neither light nor heavy.

"Daily."

Because of their posture, Yunshang Xianzun could only look up at her slightly from the bottom up. This posture made him look extremely serious and inexplicably pious.

"Choose an auspicious day to complete the covenant with Master and officially become a Taoist couple. What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)