Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

Because he was too absent-minded, Nan Fuguang almost became the first sword cultivator to fall off his sword while flying in the thousands of years since the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree took root.

She didn't stand steady when she landed on Qingyun Cliff, and she almost rolled to the ground when she put away her sword, which scared Taotao behind her. The little girl grabbed the belt of the senior sister of Yuntian Sect to help her stand steady: "Don't be so anxious. No matter how excessive the people in the medicine pavilion are, they won't tear the butcher into pieces. They are not stupid and will not kill people just to make trouble for you."

Nan Fuguang turned his head and looked down at Taotao's innocent face expressionlessly. He paused and sighed: "Taotao, I want to ask you something."

Tao Tao: "Do you know that small animals have the instinct to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune? I have the same instinct. Your tone makes me not want to hear your question."

Nan Fuguang: "What do you think is the possibility that I can successfully become a Taoist partner with Yunshang Xianzun in the end?"

Taotao: "Oh, this...Zero."

Taotao's eyes widened the instant she finished speaking, and she covered her mouth tightly with her hands. Her dark eyes were full of condemnation, as if Nan Fuguang had secretly used "It Knows and Must Shout" on her just now.

The eldest sister of Yuntian Sect obviously didn't bother to argue with her about such slander. She didn't even feel offended by the sincere answer. She raised her hand and patted the little girl's shoulder with emotion. The words "I think so too" rolled on her lips for a few times but she didn't say it. Instead, she threw out another piece of heavy news: "Unfortunately, the old Immortal Venerable invited me to complete the contract as soon as possible."

Tao Tao only had one pair of eyes exposed outside her hands. Now her eyes were as big as copper bells, and she was a little confused in shock: "Which immortal?"

Nan Fuguang asked curiously, "How many more immortals are there?"

Taotao put down her hand and asked sincerely: "Is he crazy?"

"Yeah." Nan Fuguang nodded calmly and said, "I'm almost there too."

……

The conversation between the two could not continue because Qingyun Cliff was too lively today.

Today, although Wu Jin was not hanging high, it was already noon and the cliff was crowded with people. This was not surprising. After all, according to calculations, this was the time when the inner disciples gathered at the Qingyun Cliff martial arts arena for sparring.

Not far away in the northeast corner, many inner disciples were surrounded in three layers inside and three layers outside. Each disciple wore a Taoist robe of a different color according to the master he or she belonged to. And the group of medicine practitioners in the medicine pavilion, in order to match their image of saving people's lives, most of them also wore a small square hat with tassels.

Nan Fuguang once scoffed at this, thinking that this hat was useless except for delaying the fight.

At this moment, through the swaying tassels and the moving heads, Nan Fuguang clearly found the person she was looking for in the center of the crowd.

The man had already changed out of the outer sect disciple robe that Nan Fuguang had found for him, and had gotten a set of ordinary rough shorts from somewhere. He looked out of place among the Taoist monks. His tall figure and sick complexion made him look more like a leopard that had temporarily restrained its edge. At this moment, he was surrounded by a group of skinny and ignorant chickens.

His eyebrows drooped.
There was helplessness written all over his face.

Just like the last time at the foot of the mountain, in the mortal world, he stood in the shade at the base of the wall, watching others find lame excuses to smash his pork stall.

Perhaps to him, the regular inner disciples of the second largest sect in the entire cultivation world were no different from those low-class thugs on the street.

Between the man and the other disciples, there was another thin figure standing in front of them.

"Don't come any closer, the senior sister will come and she will be angry with you! Senior sister, aren't you afraid?"

The clear voice was like that of an oriole, but mixed with anxiety - because she was the only disciple of Yunshang Immortal Venerable, the girl wore a Taoist robe different from other disciples. At this moment, she was seen holding the hilt of the Fulong Sword hanging at her waist with one hand, and her pretty white cheeks were stained with a hint of blood because of nervousness.

"What are you planning to do? This is someone brought back by our Senior Sister. She has the final say on how to deal with him!"

Lu Sang stood firmly in front of the man. At this time, the two of them were facing many inner disciples. There was little space left behind them to stand, and they almost rolled down from the edge of Qingyun Cliff.

As Nan Fuguang approached silently, the butcher seemed to sense something. He raised his eyelids, looked over Lu Sang's shoulder, and faced the gloomy-faced senior sister of the Yuntian Sect across the crowd.

Then his expression gradually changed from helpless to relaxed.

Nan Fuguang didn't think too much about it at first, but seeing him like this, his anger suddenly rose.

He took a quick step forward, pushed away the other inner disciples who were blocking his way, and pushed Lu Sang aside. He rushed to the butcher and grabbed him by the collar. The man who was as tall and strong as a mountain was forced to bend his back, and the two faces that were so close to each other exchanged glances.

"..." The butcher asked, "Hmm? What do you smell like?"

Nan Fuguang froze in his expression as if he was about to curse, but he slammed on the brakes and never expected to be cursed first.

Nan Fuguang: "What's the smell?"

Butcher: "It smells like an animal."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and turned Nan Fuguang's face, moving closer, just as he was about to study it carefully -
This habit of looking down on everyone and treating everyone as transparent...
Nan Fuguang slapped his hand away with a dark face.

"Stop meddling in other people's business. Have you asked enough questions? Now it's my turn." Nan Fuguang asked him, "Is there something wrong with my memory? Why do I remember that I sent you back to Taohualing after breakfast?"

The butcher blinked, looked at the back of his hand that had turned red, and slowly retracted his hand: "That's true, but you have to digest the food after breakfast."

Nan Fuguang thought to himself, you're just talking nonsense. I saw with my own eyes that you didn't even eat a few bites, not to mention -
"How did you get down from the Chiri Peak, which is so high?! How did you get up from the Qingyun Cliff, which is so high?!"

"Two legs."

This guy had endless energy all day long. Even though there was a hole in his chest and half of his body was recorded in the book of the King of Hell, it didn't affect his performance at all. Nan Fuguang let him go angrily, because he hated the Yuntian Sect's medicine pavilion for not developing a few acres of spiritual fields, otherwise they would have introduced him to plow the fields.

In front of so many people, she felt ashamed but didn't want to blame the butcher here. If others heard her not knowing the rules, it might be considered that she didn't teach the rules (which was a fact). She raised her hand and summoned the Green Light Sword, preparing to jump up and take the butcher away -

At this time, someone in the crowd shouted "Slow down".

Nan Fuguang got a headache when she heard that dignified yet childish voice. She kept one foot on the Qingguang Sword, ready to run away at any time. She turned around and asked Xie Hui, "They said that if he lost the sword fight, he would no longer question the existence of this pig-killer. How could you go back on your word?"
Children are, of course, the epitome of not keeping their word. When they are happy, they can have goldfish brains, with memories no larger than that of a cup of tea.

Xie Hui put his hands on his waist, Bai Zhi stood behind him. Nan Fuguang seemed to see that Yuntian Sect hated the combination of two people the most. At this time, the chief disciple of the Medicine Pavilion said: "This has nothing to do with that. You are unfaithful to your wife and you miss her day and night. It's your business, but Yuntian Sect is a major sect of the Immortal Alliance. The mountains are connected and all are important places. He is an outsider who swaggers around Qingyun Cliff. If he spy on the secrets, you, Nan Fuguang, kneeling in front of the tablet of the ancestor for 10,000 years will not be enough to apologize!"

Nan Fuguang thought he was ridiculous. A mortal who killed pigs, even if he sat guarding Qingyun Cliff from morning till night -
"Are you afraid that he will steal your sword-flying technique or steal your hemostatic formula that you claim is the best in the pharmacy but actually won't heal wounds even if you apply it for three days and three nights?"

Bai Ju was the eldest disciple of the elder of the medicine pavilion, so he naturally knew that Yunshang Immortal had asked them for medicine for injuries these days. He also knew that the medicine was useless and his master was feeling frustrated because of it.

He was so angry that his face turned red, but it was not easy for him to openly refute such an embarrassing thing in front of other disciples who didn't understand what was going on. He kept saying "you" for a long time and kicked Xie Hui.

The little fat man put his hands on his hips and said, "What nonsense are you talking about! You have violated the sect's rules by bringing outsiders into the Yuntian Sect without permission! How dare you say no?!"

Nan Fuguang turned around and said "I'm sorry" to Lu Sang seriously. Then, when the Yuntian Sect's junior sister was confused, he patted her on the shoulder and said, "Your beloved junior sister Lu Sang was also brought back by Yunshang Immortal Venerable in this way. Why didn't you jump out and scold the Immortal Venerable for being shameless?"

Yan Ji'an's position in the Yuntian Sect and even in the entire world of immortal cultivation is so solid.

Just saying the six words "scold the Immortal Venerable for being shameless" was enough to cause a commotion among the disciples. Everyone had a look of shock on their faces. Xie Hui choked and obviously didn't expect Nan Fuguang to be so bold. His chubby face was now puffed up like a mushroom with an umbrella opened after the rain: "Nan Fuguang! I advise you not to mention the Immortal Venerable all the time. You have been bullying the Immortal Venerable all these years, but you relied on the promise he made to you to become a Taoist partner!"

Nan Fuguang: "Ah...about this matter——"

Xie Hui: "Now that the Divine Phoenix has returned, I want to see if this contract can go ahead smoothly! The second half of the marriage tree will not only have wooden plaques with your and the Immortal Venerable's names hanging on them!"

Nan Fuguang always felt that this matter was not glorious and not worth making a fuss about. She subconsciously turned around and glanced at Lu Sang. Sure enough, his face was flushed with embarrassment and he didn't care about Nan Fuguang's analogy with the incident where she was taken back to Yuntian Sect by Yan Ji'an.

She tiptoed and said quickly: "Senior Sister, don't get me wrong, that's not——"

Xie Hui: "It's not what it is! Look in the mirror! If the Immortal Lord had eyes, how could he choose this crazy woman over you!"

Isn’t “look in the mirror” an insult?
Nan Fuguang was about to say something, but Taotao, who had been standing behind her, couldn't stand it anymore. Xie Hui wasn't the only one with a loud voice in the entire Yuntian Sect. Taotao rushed to the little fat man and said, "Wow! Well said! How did you know that the Immortal Venerable asked us to choose an auspicious day today so that our senior sister can complete the Taoist partnership as soon as possible?!"

Nan Fuguang: “…”

As soon as Tao Tao finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.

The disciples were all shocked that this first-hand news came so suddenly.

Lu Sang swept away his embarrassment and nervousness for a moment, and looked at Nan Fuguang with wide eyes in slight shock.

Nan Fuguang raised her hand and touched the tip of her nose unnaturally. Although what Taotao said was true, it did not prevent her from feeling like she was bragging too much and her toes were digging into the ground... She turned her head and looked at the butcher behind her. The butcher was the same as always, with a faint smile on his lips. The fairy sister she liked wanted to form a covenant with someone else, and she didn't know what he was smiling at.

Then Bai Zhi, as the first one to react, sneered: "Is this true? Taotao, did you hear it while hiding under the Immortal Master's bed?"

Xie Hui laughed out loud: "Or did the Immortal Lord tell you last night when he came into your dream and lay on the bedside?"

“Impossible” “They just want to cancel the contract” “I thought it was just a matter of time” “The Immortal Venerable must be dragging it out because he can’t bring himself to speak up about this matter” “Is the wooden sign on the marriage tree still there” “What about the Divine Phoenix?” -

The sounds of a buzzing discussion were faintly heard among the crowd after being set in rhythm by the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion.

There were also people who hated fatalism and were willing to support Nan Fuguang, so they simply started arguing with the people around them.

However, the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion were very skeptical. Led by Xie Hui and Bai Zhi, they loudly questioned Nan Fuguang, "How could you dare to have such a delusion and make up a false rumor about the Immortal Lord Yunshang? Do you really think that you can escape punishment just because you are the eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect?"
Nan Fuguang was a little confused about answering this question.

After all, she was the one who had just fled from Taoting as if there was a ghost chasing her.

She turned around and kept showing off about this matter. When Yan Jian heard it, how could she put her face?

Lu Sang pinched his Taoist robe and called her "Senior Sister" pitifully, as if he was also waiting for an answer.

Nan Fuguang kicked the green sword that was still floating at his feet a little angrily, thinking about what kind of version of the rumors would become if he jumped on the sword and fled...
At this moment, the butcher made a brief snorting sound from behind her. She raised her eyebrows, turned around and asked the ancestor what was wrong.

The butcher looked unhappy—yes, anyone with a big hole in his chest would look unhappy after descending a hundred-foot-high mountain and then climbing a hundred-foot-high cliff—so of course it was his own fault that he looked as pale as paper now.

He said it was so noisy and he wanted to vomit.

Nan Fuguang said, "What a coincidence. Do you think I don't want to?"
The two of them talked as if no one was around and didn't lower their voices at all. Xie Hui was so angry: "Who is the one who wants to vomit the most right now? Who is spreading rumors that Yunshang Xianzun will really become a Taoist couple with Nan Fuguang?!"

"This deity."

The five senses of a Jindan-stage cultivator are superior to those of everyone present. His ears suddenly caught a cold voice and a familiar sound of a copper bell. Nan Fuguang closed his mouth. At first, he thought he was driven crazy and had an illusion.

Until someone from the inner sect disciples cried out in surprise—

The sound of the bronze bell is three-dimensional and clear.

Along with the sound of robes fluttering in the cold wind, the immortal, who had just changed his dressings and had not yet tied up his hair, descended from the sky on a sword. His long black hair fluttered in the wind and entangled with his long light linen sash. To describe him as a real Taoist immortal, these four words have become a reasonable concrete embodiment.

Everyone was stunned to see the Immortal Master Yunshang stepping on the broken feather sword coming from afar. Several golden lotuses blossomed from under his feet like steps. He stepped on the lotus and landed on the Qingyun Cliff and stood still.

He turned his head and lowered his eyes to look at the tiny fat boy Xie Hui. His tone had nothing to do with the moral principle of "respecting the old and loving the young". He said coldly, "It is me who wants to become a Taoist partner with Nan Fuguang. Who objects?"

The sound was not high, but it penetrated the true energy and was transmitted like the sound of a loud bang, striking the periosteum of every disciple in Qingyun Cliff.

...It can’t be called Qingyun Cliff anymore.

It's so quiet after all.

It would be more appropriate to call it Qingyun Mass Grave.

……

"Well, this is a private matter."
A soft voice sounded among the crowd.
"Master, the most urgent thing is perhaps to let Senior Sister take this outsider away first."

Lu Sang stood behind the crowd. His face, which had just looked bad, turned pale as if he had seen a ghost. His black and white eyes were shining with water as he stared at Yunshang Xianzun, who stood out from the crowd like a crane among chickens.

It's really pitiful.

Unfortunately, this was like talking to a cow. The cow didn't even raise its head. Yan Ji'an seemed to have just noticed that she was here. He just gave her a quick glance but didn't say a word.

This was probably more painful than killing her.

The moment Nan Fuguang smelled the atmosphere of Shura Field, it was Junior Sister Lu Sang who hurriedly said "I have something else to do" and flew away on her sword. She reacted faster than the disciples in the Medicine Pavilion who were stunned on the spot because of the thunder...
No one dared to shout at the panicked figure at this moment to remind him that flying with a sword is prohibited in the sect.

Nan Fuguang: “…”

Nan Fuguang felt a little guilty again.

I accidentally thought of the story "The Domineering Immortal Depends on Me". According to the development of the plot, the heroine's heart-wrenching tears here will become one of the guilt of the supporting female character being ripped apart in the future.

So Nan Fuguang pointed in the direction where Lu Sang left and said, "She's gone."

Yunshang Xianzun looked at me with a calm gaze: "You have the leisure to worry about others."

Nan Fuguang: “…”

Yunshang Xianzun: "What about me?"

Everyone: "..."

No!
My teeth are sore!
Immortal Lord!

He personally confirmed the Taoist companion contract with the senior sister of the Yuntian Sect and even took the initiative to put it on the agenda. In fact, this matter deserves to be on the front page of "Three Realms Gossip", competing shoulder to shoulder with "Dari Mine Collapse" for the top spot on the hot search list.

Yunshang Xianzun himself looked as if it was a matter of course, as if he was stating an established fact.

He maintained a blank expression as if to say "I didn't do anything" and said to Nan Fuguang: "You haven't answered yet."

Nan Fuguang: “…”

The main reason is that I can’t answer it.

Yan Ji'an: "What's the answer?"

Nan Fuguang: “…”

Just as Nan Fuguang was hesitating whether to let her be the one to refute the rumor this time and emphasize this matter, she hadn't made up her mind yet, at this moment, a large, warm hand rested on her shoulder from behind.

Nan Fuguang frowned and turned around to emphasize to the butcher that now was not the time to make a fuss. She was facing the embarrassment of being forced to do something she was not prepared for. However, when she turned around, she found that the person behind her had a terribly pale face.

His forehead was soaked with cold sweat, and he seemed to be enduring great pain.

Nan Fuguang was startled and asked him what happened, whether the hole had gotten bigger.
The man moved his lips as if he wanted to say he was fine, but a groan of pain escaped from the corner of his lips. He raised his hand to cover the place between his chest and abdomen, where the big hole should have been, and said calmly: "Maybe I climbed the mountain too hastily just now..."

Nan Fuguang said: "You deserve it. I told you not to go anywhere except Taohualing—"

The butcher: "She's in labor."

Nan Fuguang: “…”

All the disciples of the Yuntian Sect looked over quickly, and the Immortal Master Yunshang who was standing not far away also turned his head. Nan Fuguang swore that this was the only time in her life that she saw a clear and big question mark on her master's face.

Nan Fuguang gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't you reconsider this? Is this the time to joke?"

A large drop of cold sweat hung on the man's angular jaw, and he was shaky as he said, "It might be premature birth."

Yan Ji'an: "?"
Disciples of Yuntian Sect: “???”
Nan Fuguang: “???”

Wouldn't it be more interesting to see her being forced into a desperate situation by Immortal Master Yunshang?

Why are we still playing this cliché that should have expired by breakfast time?
(End of this chapter)