Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

It turns out that when a lazy and playboy gets serious, people won't be grateful to him.

Nan Fuguang's first reaction was overwhelming embarrassment. He scratched his ears, which were abnormally warm, with his fingers and questioned her in a harsh tone why she had to apologize so seriously when it was obvious that she was just saying it casually.

The man's expression turned back to his most common helpless look. He asked Nan Fuguang, "If I say that for a moment just now I felt like I bullied you, would you go crazy?"
"meeting."
Nan Fuguang had a blank expression on his face and spoke in a decisive tone.
"This is the dining hall, a public place. Every day, the uncles and aunties in the dining hall rack their brains to make delicious food for the disciples. Don't force me to slap you in the most sincere place in the world."

The man stopped talking.

But then he behaved very cooperatively and docilely.

Specifically, after breakfast, Nan Fuguang said that she was going to morning class and jumped onto the Qingguang Sword. She lowered her head and looked at the butcher who was still standing on the ground beside her. The latter was also looking at her with his face slightly raised, as if waiting for her arrangements.

After releasing him, Nan Fuguang took him back to Taohualing and locked him up, but after hesitating for a moment, she changed her mind: "You can walk around, but don't go to sensitive places."

"Ok."

"If there's any place that makes you feel uncomfortable, don't go there - forget it, there are usually people guarding those places." Nan Fuguang frowned and impatiently tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.

The morning breeze made her hair a little messy. She looked much more elegant than if she wasn't flying on a sword, but she obviously didn't care about that. Her hair stuck to her face, making her complexion look whiter, but not pale.

Next to the Qingguang Sword, the man glanced at the eyelashes of the Yuntian Sect's eldest sister, who was shaking slightly because of discomfort, and said calmly: "I'm just taking a walk nearby."

Nan Fuguang said "Oh" and handed him a bell.

"Don't ignore me when the bell rings" is one of the evil little inventions. When the secondary bell rings within a radius of 100 miles, the person holding the primary bell can hear it immediately. If the person holding the bell maliciously does not answer the bell, the primary bell will grow fangs and bite the person's hand as a reminder.

Better than a two-way mirror.

It is so useful that before this, Nan Fuguang herself didn't understand why she had to care about someone so much that she could invent this thing.

——Now, by some strange coincidence, it comes in handy.

Seeing the butcher holding the bell with two fingers and shaking it gently in front of his eyes, as if he was very interested in it, Nan Fuguang warned him: "Don't bother unless it's urgent, and don't cause trouble again."

The man raised his hands to show that he would obey.

He was too cooperative, and Nan Fuguang's sole rubbed against the Qingguang Sword uncomfortably, which led to the two of them falling into an irretrievable silence. In the end, the butcher reminded her: "You're going to be late."

Nan Fuguang frowned at him.

Then turned and left.

The man was left standing there for a while, then turned around and saw countless eyes silently staring at him from behind the door and window of the canteen, as if he was a piece of fat meat that fell from the sky among a pack of wolves.

——As a mortal, he should be aware of the fear of this.

But he just smiled at them.

Then he lowered his head and carefully put away the brass bell in his hand, and the man left in the direction Nan Fuguang left.

……

Just as Nan Fuguang stepped onto the steps leading to the morning hall, the slogan "Don't ignore me when the bell rings" hidden in his sleeve rang. Nan Fuguang paused, first thinking that he was hallucinating, and then he had the urge to cut the person holding the bell into pieces.

Some inventions are truly evil and unnecessary.

Now she had to admit it.

The ringing of the bell was incessant, and the increasingly strong presence made Nan Fuguang feel that her arm, which was pressed against the brass bell, was almost numb. Before the mother bell bared her fangs to bite her, she viciously took out the damn brass bell.

"Say!"
The eldest sister of the Yuntian Sect had a bad tone.
"You had better not get into trouble within a quarter of an hour of leaving me!"

The man was obviously so ferocious that he temporarily lost his ability to speak. After a while, he seemed to come back to his senses and said slowly in a tone that made people want to punch him: "Test the function."

Nan Fuguang immediately reached out to turn off the bell.

"By the way, I want to ask if this thing is one-way." The man's voice sounded very matter-of-fact. "What if you need to summon me for something?"

Nan Fuguang paused, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"That will never be possible."

Declaring this conclusion coldly and firmly, she ended the call without hesitation.

……

The butcher may be a jinx.

Maybe this is destined to be an extraordinary day.

Since getting up in the morning, Nan Fuguang felt that there was a strange atmosphere floating in the air, a strangeness that was hard to explain.

For example, it is like there is a piece of ink on the table. She clearly remembers that it was just opened half a decade ago, and she is not a talisman practitioner, so she wrote two talismans and put them there. But one day when she passed by, she suddenly found that only half of the new ink was left.

At first I realized something was wrong, but the more I thought about it, the more uncertain I became, and I began to suspect that I had remembered it wrong.

Nan Fuguang is feeling confused now.

The morning hall is always bustling with disciples who are diligent in practicing body and mind training have moved their cushions early and placed them in the place closest to the ancestor master to meditate. Theoretically, whether one can become enlightened or make progress has little to do with the distance between their sitting position and the ancestor master's tablet, but the seats in the first row are always in high demand - just like on New Year's Day, when the main activity for everyone to stay up all night is to leave their beds in the freezing cold and rush to line up in the open space in front of the main hall, trying to grab the first incense stick in the sect's big furnace.

Nan Fuguang, one of the people sitting in the first row today, looked familiar. She was Junior Sister Fu Xiu who had just argued with other disciples for her in the breakfast hall. She must have come early, and was in a state of meditation at this moment. There was a light green aura floating around her, the aura corresponding to the middle stage of Qi Refining, and perhaps she was about to break through to the late stage of Qi Refining.

Nan Fuguang saw her eyelids trembling at an abnormal frequency, as if her Qi Sea was floating and falling.
This is not uncommon in the ordinary process of physical cultivation and mind cultivation. It is not necessary to reach the tribulation period to encounter one's own inner demon. In most cases, this thing grows together with the original heart in the early stage of cultivation.

The inner demon is not a good thing. It is like an immortal growth. Killing it in the early stage may not necessarily mean that it will not grow again in the later stage. Occasionally, it may even help the cultivator break through the current realm.

Some cultivators took an unconventional approach and became obsessed with the training bestowed by their inner demons. After practicing for so long, they developed their own style and became the later demon cultivators.

However, this talisman practitioner's apprentice was Xie Cong, so she definitely didn't want to follow the path of magic practice. Nan Fuguang was a person who knew how to be grateful, even if others only spoke a few words to protect her. She immediately declined Xie Yunxing and Taotao's invitation and moved a cushion to squeeze next to this unknown talisman practitioner.

The pharmacist in the medicine pavilion who was pushed away rolled his eyes, but dared not say anything.

Nan Fuguang gave him a fake smile, sat down on the cushion, a trace of anxiety that was difficult to conceal appearing on his face.

I feel uneasy today.

So she sat cross-legged but did not start practicing. With so many distracting thoughts in her mind, she didn't expect any progress. She just pretended to close her eyes and rest...
I kept thinking over and over in my mind about the conversation I heard last night and its content.
There is also the "wild hunt" phenomenon that comes with it.

This thought is deep enough.

Until the bell rang in the distance, the people around her started to get up one after another. She opened her eyes and still felt a little unreal that time had passed too quickly...
Turning to the junior sister Fu Xiu beside him whose name he didn't even know, he found that she had also opened her eyes.

"Sister."
Junior Sister Fu Xiu called out softly.

Nan Fuguang said "Oh" and was about to exchange pleasantries, but he found that the person in front of him was not in a good state. Her eyes were not focused at all and were dark and vague.

"Gods existed. The Shatuo Liekong Tree is a demon tree. The tree withered twice. The end of the world is an ice wall. The universe and dimensions never existed."
She spoke to Nan Fuguang slowly, clearly and seriously.
"The god left when the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree withered for the first time. At that time, he thought everything was over, but he was wrong. After he left, the war did not stop. The True Dragon and the Divine Phoenix worked together to briefly revive the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree."

The voice sounded vague and ethereal in his ears, with an ominous sense of emptiness. Nan Fuguang blinked in shock and watched Junior Sister Fu Xiu close her eyes again.

The green aura around her gradually thickened.

It looked as if he was about to break through the small stage and enter the middle stage of Qi Refining.

Nan Fuguang was a little stunned.

She didn't have time to digest the information contained in this junior sister's sudden speech. She was caught off guard by the sudden situation in front of her -

This is the morning hall, where everyone does morning lessons before the day officially begins. On weekdays, there is a constant stream of people coming and going, so it is an absolutely public area.

As for the breakthrough stage, the people who cultivate the Tao think that it is nothing, except that now the world of cultivation is stagnant due to the withering of the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree, and there is a danger of explosion...
This is actually a somewhat private matter.
It's not as private as bathing or going to the toilet. If I have to give an example, it's probably like eating stinky tofu while walking on the street.

When a breakthrough occurs, whether it is a flash of enlightenment or a breakthrough of the inner demon, no one can say the process. It is possible that one will become enlightened while sitting down and eating a bowl of wontons like Nan Fuguang, or it is possible that one will come face to face with the inner demon in the sea of ​​consciousness and face one's most unbearable mental illness for eight hundred rounds.

So when they break through, some people laugh foolishly, some break down and cry, and some who are in more serious situations suffer from incontinence and don't know what time it is or where they are going.

This is why those who practice Taoism realize they are about to make a breakthrough, and usually find a place to hide, euphemistically calling it "retreat." But in fact they just want to avoid strangers, for fear that other people's aura will disrupt their rhythm, or that they may not behave appropriately.

Nan Fuguang stood up and stretched out his hand to wake up his junior sister, but he hesitated and retracted his hand, fearing that he would disturb her if he got too close, which would cause an even more irreversible episode.

After all, Nan Fuguang has always had bad luck.

Ever since the arrival of the Divine Phoenix, the Yuntian Sect's spiritual energy has skyrocketed. Breaking through a small stage is not that dangerous and does not require the protection of the Sect Master or the elders, so everyone likes to go to Lu Sang.

…but she looked wrong.

While Nan Fuguang was hesitating, Xie Yunxing, who was bending over to collect the bamboo slips for morning reading, noticed something was wrong. She came over holding the bamboo slips and first asked Nan Fuguang, who looked unhappy, what was wrong. She followed her gaze to the dark corner and called out in surprise, "Ruan Zhu?"

Nan Fuguang then knew the name of this junior sister. She called Xie Yunxing in a low voice and asked her to ask Xie Cong or Wuyou to come and take a look. Something was not right with the junior sister. Even if she had just made a small breakthrough, she might need protection.

"If it doesn't work, let Lu-san come--"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ruan Zhu suddenly moved again and started crying.

Her face was filled with the panic of a nightmare, and she threw herself into Nan Fuguang's arms. She opened her eyes, and looked into Nan Fuguang's eyes clearly with tears in her eyes: "Big Sister, the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree is a demon tree. I don't want to break through. I don't want to cultivate to become an immortal. I might as well die! Let me die!"

Nan Fuguang didn't have time to answer.

The first muffled "pop" sound was heard in my ears.

Eyelids, face, back of hands, neck, all the skin outside the Taoist robe was splashed with warm and sticky liquid.

Ruan Zhu's head rolled past her feet, and her hair stuck to her pale cheeks because of the blood, mixed with the two lines of tears left before her death.

Xie Yunxing screamed in horror.

Nan Fuguang discovered that people were unable to make any sound when they were in fear of suffocation, as if their throats were locked, there was a buzzing ringing in their ears, and there was an empty white light in front of their eyes.

This was the first time that Nan Fuguang witnessed with his own eyes the dreaded “death by explosion” that those who practice Taoism were terrified of.

So close, in her arms.

(End of this chapter)