Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

At times like this, there is always someone who is eager to create chaos in the world. When everyone wants to remain quiet and let this episode get away with it quietly, he/she/it will jump out and give a loud slap in the face.

Now looking at the entire Qingyun Cliff, it seems that the only one who can be bullied is the butcher, so Tao Tao loudly questioned him: "Is it my senior sister's?! Don't talk nonsense and tarnish my senior sister's innocence!"

Nan Fuguang: “…”
The eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect raised her hand, and her fingers curled up weakly.
Nan Fuguang: "First of all, what's the point of your thinking that you take it for granted that he is really pregnant? Secondly, even if he is pregnant, he didn't say that it was me--"

Bai Zhi probably thought this was quite interesting: "What's the big deal about a man having a child? This isn't something that high-level institutions like the Immortal Alliance Xuanji Pavilion can handle. The Yuntian Sect Medicine Pavilion can do it. Your thinking is quite consistent with those criminals in the underworld whose minds are restrained..."

Tao Tao: "No one asked you!"

Nan Fuguang: “…”

Xie Hui: "Men can get pregnant! All they need is medicine to temporarily produce reproductive organs! Read more books - Nan Fuguang, you too, read more books! You have a marriage contract with the Immortal Lord, but you turned around and got another strange man pregnant! This is illegal! It's a crime! You even brought him back to Yuntian Sect in a swagger. I was wondering what was going on, and it turned out to be like this! You have no shame!"

Nan Fuguang: “…”

I don't read, I'm illiterate and shameless? What does it have to do with me? ! ! !

Tao Tao: "No one asked you! Where's the Second Senior Sister? Xie Hui, if the Second Senior Sister isn't here, I think you'll go to hell! Big Senior Sister, look at him!"

As everyone knows, Xie Hui, the little devil's biological sister, Xie Yunxing, is his only nemesis. After all, she never shows mercy when she beats him. At this moment, he obviously flinched when this name was mentioned, and his eyeballs rolled around in his eye sockets like a mouse stealing lamp oil——

Finally, he set his sights on Yan Ji'an, the only person at the scene who could be considered an elder although he had never doted on him.

However, Yan Ji'an ignored him.

He stood about two or three steps away from Nan Fuguang, staring at her and the butcher who was about to lean on her with a calm but cautious look. No one knew what he was thinking. In fact, even Yan Ji'an himself felt very confused.
He certainly thought the tall, strong man was shameless.
But what confused him was that he felt that the shameless man in front of him looked very familiar.

Like an old friend whom he hated very much.

The reason why Yunshang Xianzun is Yunshang Xianzun is because he inherited the memory of the True Dragon Xiandignity before the Shatuo Likong Tree withered. It can be said that he is the former "Yan Zhenlin". Since he was reborn, he knows everything that happened to him, so he was born as an immortal king, a genius that is rare in the world of immortal cultivation for thousands of years...
But his memory is not actually completely complete.
There were some things he could never remember.

The atmosphere on the scene became subtle and weird.

On one side, Yunshang Xianzun agreed on the date of marriage in front of everyone, and on the other side, the bride-to-be was brought back from the mountain gate by a wild man——
Not to mention that at this time, Yeluzi seemed to have some fait accompli in his stomach.

In any case, Yan Ji'an felt that the butcher's hand on Nan Fuguang's shoulder was very annoying, redundant and even abrupt, so much so that his eyes finally fixed on it and could not move away.

The butcher himself looked as if it was a matter of course.

It was as if he was already used to this kind of "arm in arm" with Nan Fuguang, without any sense of pride in getting an advantage. He was probably really uncomfortable, and at this moment he frowned slightly, looking a little absent-minded.
The premise of his absent-mindedness is that he obviously doesn't take anyone seriously.

I don’t know what happened to them in the Da Ri Mine. The miner said they lived in the same room...

Just thinking of this, Yan Jian felt a strange surge, as if ten thousand birds were placed into his chest and were now flapping their wings together.

"Daily."
Yan Ji'an simply called Nan Fuguang's name, but his tone contained urging.

He raised his hand and waved to Nan Fuguang.

The slender fingertips revealed the white glow from outside the sleeves of the Taoist robe.

Nan Fuguang looked at her naturally, and when he saw the uncertainty in her eyes for the first time, Yunshang Xianzun felt his heart sink -

In the past few decades, he had never felt such a strong sense of uncertainty as he did now.

The atmosphere seemed to be at a standstill, and everyone present felt as if they had fallen into an indescribable trance. They wanted to leave, but they didn't want to leave, and of course they couldn't leave.

Yunshang Xianzun’s hand never dropped. In front of all the Yuntian Sect disciples, they suspected that from today on, they would be deadlocked on Qingyun Cliff until the end of time, until Nan Fuguang walked towards Yunshang Xianzun…
At this time, a savior came from the sky.

Xie Yunxing appeared in everyone's sight with slightly hurried steps, found Yan Ji'an, and said that the people of the Immortal Alliance were still unwilling to leave, and hoped that Immortal Master Yunshang would go there in person. Upon hearing this, Yan Ji'an looked at her calmly.

This is indeed a coincidence.

Xie Yunxing is completely innocent.

The second sister of the Yuntian Sect was terrified by the gaze of Yunshang Xianzun. She looked past Yunshang Xianzun and looked at Nan Fuguang not far behind him with great fear and trepidation, as well as the butcher hanging on Nan Fuguang...
For a moment she seemed to understand something, but then fell into new confusion. She made a "hmm" sound, as if fate was strangling her.

Fortunately, Yan Ji'an finally compromised.

Before leaving, he walked to Nan Fuguang under everyone's horrified gaze, slightly bent his index finger, hooked her chin and lifted it up, then leaned over and kissed her cheek on the other side - the side where the butcher was not hanging.

"Master, I will go and deal with the visitors from the Immortal Alliance first."

His voice was soft and gentle.

The disciples of Yuntian Sect gasped.

It was well known that Yunshang Xianzun and the sect's eldest sister had a marriage contract, but in most cases they still got along like a master and apprentice. Now this intimate behavior that made the relationship concrete and solidified -

To be honest, it was their first time watching it too.

"Xie Cong mentioned that he wanted to borrow the treasures of the Track Star Pavilion to heal others. It's not impossible." Yan Ji'an said, "But the Track Star Pavilion is independent of the Yuntian Sect. This matter needs to be considered in the long run... You can temporarily put the person in Taoting, which is closer to the Track Star Pavilion."

Nan Fuguang let out an "ah!", his head turned into a mess due to the lingering touch on his cheek.

The burning gazes from all directions seemed to burn through her.

Until Yunshang Xianzun turned around and stepped onto Yusuijian - it is worth mentioning that from just now, his natal sword has always been floating beside him and has not been put away - it is reasonable to suspect that he is waiting for a suitable opportunity to pick up something and pierce it...

Yan Ji'an left.

As if to prove that all his precautions were necessary, the moment he left, the man leaning on Nan Fuguang said lazily: "What deal did you make with him that I don't know about? Where is Tao Ting? I'm not going."

Everyone: "..."
Nan Fuguang: “…”

The butcher raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his chin, and said calmly, "I'm not going anywhere except Taohualing."

The hot breath blew past his ears, and Nan Fuguang wished he could throw him off the Qingyun Cliff.

"If you had been so obedient earlier, this wouldn't have happened!"

"learn from mistakes."

"Stop running around! Cut off your legs!!!"

"Don't yell, it hurts my wound."

"..."

"By the way, I suddenly know where the beast smell on you comes from."

"Shh!"

"that is--"

"Shhh!!!"

……

Sometimes Xie Cong envied those Buddhist practitioners or real bald monks from the bottom of his heart. After all, when they were in a bad mood, they would just pick up a classic scripture on the table - no matter whether it was "Meditation Mantra" or "Heart Sutra", when they opened the lines, they would persuade people from the perspective of all things in the world: let go.

Unlike Taoist classics, every sentence is elegant and every paragraph is profound, but in the end it can be summed up in three words: only my heart.

When you are in a bad mood, you will read this kind of masterpiece, but the more you read, the more irritable you will become. In the end, you will start to question the world, regardless of their identity and status, why they always act so hesitantly -

For example, the Immortal Master Yunshang appeared before him again, sitting in his study drinking tea.

After seeing off the people from the Immortal Alliance, he dropped from the sky and appeared here automatically.

When the tea lid held between the slender white porcelain fingers scraped across the tea bowl for the eighteenth time.

Xie Cong lowered his head and ground the tea seriously. He reminded himself for the fifth time not to remind himself that the tea might have already gone cold.

Yan Jian placed the tea bowl on the tea table with a dull expression, and the lid of the bowl made a not-so-elegant sound when it collided with the other.

Xie Cong resisted the urge to sigh to the sky and raised his head.

"Get him away."

This time, Immortal Master Yunshang no longer avoided the question.

Xie Congdao: "The Yuntian Sect is forbidden to be born with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Since the establishment of the sect, no living creatures from outside, regardless of whether they are birds or beasts, cultivators or mortals, are allowed to enter without permission. However, those who enter are all invited by our disciples and should be treated as guests of honor-"

"I know." Yan Ji'an said, "Get him away."

He understands everything.
But he didn't listen.

Xie Cong was speechless and choked.

Xie never knew why he had to repeat what he had said, so he just said, "The person was brought back by Nan Fuguang. Immortal Venerable, why don't you discuss it with your beloved disciple..."

"We discussed it and didn't even chase him away. We just wanted him to leave Taohualing and move to Taoting." Yan Ji'an said, "She didn't listen to me."

Have you discussed it before?
And it was rejected.

Xie Cong thought, this is quite expected.

Seeing that Xie Zong stopped talking, Yan Ji'an lowered his eyes and began to daydream. He didn't know what he was thinking about that even the Immortal Master Yunshang was troubled by, and his relaxed brows wrinkled again.

The only person in the world who could so openly reject Yunshang Immortal Venerable's request was probably Nan Fuguang. In fact, it seemed that Yunshang Immortal Venerable had never asked anyone else before...
what.
Xie Cong thought to himself, is this the legendary act of taking the initiative and ending up with autism for the rest of his life?
What a sin.

……

Nan Fuguang is not as stupid as everyone thinks.

When the crowd dispersed, she immediately checked the butcher's wounds and confirmed that the terrifying black hole had not expanded silently. Then she asked him what he was doing at Qingyun Cliff. She didn't believe that a mortal would walk from Chiri Peak to Qingyun Cliff on his own two feet just for a walk.

"Don't be so serious." The butcher seemed to have recovered from the pain, but still a little weak. "I really just came to take a look."

Nan Fuguang stared at him expressionlessly.

“Then I realized there didn’t seem to be anything to see.”

Nan Fuguang still stared at him expressionlessly.

The man sighed lightly: "I came to Yuntian Sect with you just to seek medical treatment, but it doesn't mean that I am a prisoner, right?"

"..."

Nan Fuguang's eyes changed, and she quickly calmed down when the butcher asked her in a calm tone. Then she found that she could not answer his question.

The person in front of me seems to be good-tempered and willing to be bullied on weekdays. He can always have a smile on his face in any occasion and looks lazy and carefree.

It's just that after spending these days together, Nan Fuguang has also been able to understand some of the routines -

For example, right now his eyelashes are drooping, the corners of his lips are flattened, and his tone is a little perfunctory when he speaks. That's how he looks when he is really unhappy.

It's as if it's keeping people away from it.

There was well-disguised impatience in his eyes.

Nan Fuguang couldn't help but think of the time when he was in the Sun Mine. In order to gain the opportunity to use the time converter, he begged Lu Sang and Yan Ji'an to delay time, but in return he got a scar on his face and was brought to the next newly opened timeline...

Thinking of this, Nan Fuguang looked at his face, and it seemed that there was only a very shallow scar left, which was almost invisible.

The feeling of being at a loss outside the tavern that day was repeated again. The eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect was also at a loss for words. She paused, wanting to say something but stopping herself. She really couldn't coax people, and she didn't know how to explain that she didn't treat him as a prisoner...
But she does act a bit like one.
If he thought about it carefully, it seemed that there was no essential difference between them and those inner disciples who blocked him at Qingyun Cliff and questioned him.

She felt guilty and started picking her hands again.

The butcher glanced at her and unexpectedly met her eager gaze.

He was silent for a moment, and the impatience in his eyes finally faded away when he saw the mute's pleading gaze. He took the initiative to explain that he was standing on Chiri Peak overlooking Yuntian Sect and saw a trickle of water at his feet. Curious about the source of the water, he went closer to find it, and then took a closer look at the Qingyun Cliff. The water was crystal clear and blue, like an abyss hiding spiritual objects.

"I want to go fishing." The butcher said, "Your Majesty is extremely bored."

Nan Fuguang has heard stories about qualified fishermen who couldn't even walk past a puddle.

She said that the water source was called Jingtan, and that it was the famous "Sunshine Lottery Pool" known to all the inner disciples of Yuntian Sect. She didn't know whether there were any fish in it, but she had just thrown in a large number of treasures not long ago that would shock the world of immortal cultivation if any one of them was chosen.

Perhaps because he was really not interested in anything in the world of immortal cultivation, the butcher didn't even seem to be surprised by this feat.

"so what?"

"There is nothing in Qingyun Cliff, but there are many treasures in Jingtan."
Nan Fuguang interrupted the man before he could speak.
"I know you're not interested in this anymore!"

"Why don't you keep so many treasures for yourself?" he asked casually.

Nan Fuguang shrugged and wanted to answer, but suddenly paused and frowned, as if he recalled some unpleasant memories, and said in a dry voice: "It doesn't work."

The butcher stopped asking questions and changed the subject, saying that the breakfast was hard to swallow and he was hungry now, and asked if there were any fishing rods. Nan Fuguang replied that there were, but the final right of interpretation belonged to the Yuntian Sect. If you caught anything other than fish in Jingtan, please put it back as it was.

"Where are the rotten flesh and bones?"

"There is no such thing. Jingtan is not the place where the Yuntian Sect illegally kills people and buries bodies. Put away your messy imagination."

……

In the afternoon, the weather was gloomy, not a good day to cheer up.

The inner disciples who were practicing and sparring on the Qingyun Cliff gradually dispersed. At the foot of the Qingyun Cliff, Nan Fuguang carried a small stool and sat down by the Jingtan Pond with the butcher holding a fishing rod.

The person next to me was very skilled in setting the bait and casting the rod. The silver fishing line was almost invisible on the cloudy day. One could only vaguely see the fish hook drawing a perfect arc and falling into the water with a slight "dong" sound.

The eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect sat cross-legged, puzzled as to why she accompanied a mortal who slaughtered pigs to go fishing in the Yuntian Sect's Jingtan. How did the plot develop to this point? What kind of poison had possessed her?

"Stalking? You don't have to worry about me catching the treasures you threw down and pocketing them." The man propped his chin with one hand, "Those things are useless to me."

Oh.
That's why I'm here.

Nan Fuguang suddenly realized what was going on. He stared at the motionless fishhook and suddenly asked, "Your stomach doesn't hurt anymore?"

"I don't even have a stomach anymore," the man said slowly, "The pain from the phantom limb won't last long."

"Not premature birth?"

"Just bear with it. If a premature baby is not properly managed, the body will be weak and sickly."

"A pregnant woman's bad temper can also lead to poor health. Don't lose your temper easily next time."

The man said "hmm" slowly, as if he was confused about the word "angry", and then smiled and said, "I don't have it." Nan Fuguang didn't say anything, but just snorted, meaning that it was bullshit.

The hook didn't move at all. Nan Fuguang stared at it for a while and began to feel sleepy. If the only benefit of fishing is that it can help clear the mind, too many things happened today. She tried hard to sort out the order of these messy things in her mind, and then hope to think of a solution...
As a result, just as she thought, "So, have the people from the Immortal Alliance been driven away by Yan Ji'an?", her eyelids started to twitch.

Changing her sitting position, the eldest senior sister of the Yuntian Sect looked at the ripples on the water surface and wondered blankly if there really were fish in the clear pond. She had never noticed them before.

While thinking about something completely unrelated, his mouth naturally brought up another topic: "What do you think of my marriage contract with Yunshang Xianzun?"

I felt more alert after asking this question. It suddenly occurred to me that the person next to me had an ambiguous attitude towards me. Asking him such a question seemed inappropriate and too rude.

She suddenly became a little more sober, sat up straighter, waved her hand, and was about to say "I didn't ask you" when she felt him glance at her out of the corner of his eye: "He showed closeness to you in front of many people today."

Ah, that.

Nan Fuguang's toes curled up in his shoes.

The butcher's fishing rod swayed slightly: "At that time, did you seem to be moved?"

Nan Fuguang looked at the rise and fall of the fishing rod's float and said dryly, "What kind of question is this? Those who are not moved are dead."

But not that kind of heart-throb.

The butcher chuckled.

Nan Fuguang was silent for a moment, and then continued, "I have been learning martial arts from Yunshang Immortal Venerable since I was young. He gave me a sword and taught me sword skills. Because a real dragon needs a Taoist partner to help him scale, we agreed to become Taoist partners early on. Our names were engraved on a wooden plaque and hung on the marriage tree in the back mountain. Over the years, I never thought that one day he and I would no longer be master and disciple, or Taoist partners..."

"Have you noticed that there is no substantial causal logical relationship between each of the above sentences?"

Nan Fuguang was speechless. After thinking about it seriously, he found that what he said seemed to make some sense.

"Have you really distinguished between fatherly love and companion love? Isn't this a bit perverted?"

“I can’t tell the difference.” Nan Fuguang looked straight ahead, “But I don’t need someone like you to teach me.”

I thought the butcher would ask back "What kind of person am I" or make a personal attack on her, but he unexpectedly fell into silence and smiled for a long time.
"really."

Nan Fuguang turned around in surprise, only to see the man's calm profile, with a high nose bridge, slightly raised lips, and a gentle look as he looked at the water...

It seems that even dogs are gentle.

If you know a little about this person, you will know what is really going on.

Nan Fuguang retracted his gaze, stared at the motionless water for a while, and began to impatiently question whether there were really fish in the pond. He raised his hand to pull out a blade of grass beside him and tore it into strands: "People close to me——"

"Ok?"

"They all call me by my nickname 'RiRi'."

"so?"

"He was the one who gave me these names," Nan Fuguang said dimly, "This man simply, permeated my first half of life."

It is not easy to make a choice.

Nan Fuguang didn't know what the point of talking about this was. She only knew that the more she discussed this topic, the more annoying it became. At this moment, a cool breeze mixed with water vapor blew across her face, and she muttered, wondering if autumn was coming soon.

The man beside him just stared at the water patiently without answering.

Nan Fuguang felt a little tired in the late summer afternoon. When he yawned for the 800th time, he fell into a drowsy state. His head moved slowly and finally tilted over and landed lightly on the naturally bent arm of the person next to him who was holding the fishing rod.

The head with the scent of grass pressed towards him, but the butcher did not make a fuss about it. He just tilted his head slightly and saw that the grass on the side of the pig had been plucked out at some point. The face that always showed its fangs and claws was now pressing on him, with the cheeks squeezed into an unsightly deformation, and the eyelashes trembling, closing and opening.

It seems quiet and peaceful.

He blinked, looked away, and slowly returned his focus to the rushing water.

With a "splash", a black carp leaped into the water, creating ripples.

"A little misunderstanding."

The man spoke in a deep voice, completely changing his casual appearance in front of others.

Like a fish that had just fallen back into the water, it blew out a bubble of frustration under the water.

"The name 'RiRi' was not given by him."

(End of this chapter)