Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

I looked up faintly, and all I could see was a few cat hairs left on the surface of my shoes.

I put on my shoes after a while and walked out. Hou Tian was already awake. Just as he was picking up Zhuang Zhuang to feed him, he realized that he had ignored my sneaky behavior and announced expressionlessly that he would leave for Yuanhai Sect immediately.

The man's originally strong long legs curled up lazily, and he sat on the edge of the couch with his whole body relaxed. Hearing this, he put down all his legs and said: Hello, while picking up the little boy with peach in his arms, he turned his head and said.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

It was rare that he was silent for a moment, then he smiled at me as usual and said, "It's okay, just asking without any malicious intent. Are you heartbroken by this cat?"

It took me a lot of effort to finally resist taking off my shoes that were covered in cat hair.

……

It was not until I folded all my clothes and put them in my bag that I remembered what it meant to go to Yuanhai Sect.

I sat down beside you and quietly started to pack my bag for the day after tomorrow. This time I packed it very carefully, carefully putting all my clothes into the bag. Maybe I really didn't think about going back.

To be honest, I really hate cultivators, of course, they are no match for the Yuntian Sect.

I haven't been in Yuntian Sect for a long time. I walked here three times and came back three times. I thought I had gotten used to the things here, but now I come here without tying my bag tightly. It seems like you are feeling very excited.

"The clothes drying pole on the back hill." The carpenter suddenly put down the clothes in his hands and looked over as if he had remembered something. "Do you want to take it down?"

It may cause premature hypoglycemia.

It was only until I heard the phrase "It's good to eat steamed buns early in the morning" mentioned in a nonchalant tone that the fire started from the soles of my feet and instantly burned to my head, making me feel irritated.

There is no reason, no logic.

He frowned fiercely and answered irrelevantly: "How about you not having any holes in your body?"

The craftsman turned around and casually picked up his shorts. Probably because he had been staying in Yuntian Sect recently and hadn't been to the "street performance" for a long time, he looked a little pale, only his belly didn't have eight pack muscles like a welded dead craftsman, but they were still clear and deep.

On the chest, the bloody hole that used to be like a black hole had long since healed, leaving only a long mark that looked like a centipede crawling across it.

——It’s really strong.

Maybe the Zhuangyun Tianzong still has some kind of Fukudongtian. Even if he can't use the breath of dragon bones, since Zhuangzhuang jumped out, the mysterious injuries have gradually healed. In time, maybe even the centipede-like scar will disappear.

Until I turned my eyes away from his chest muscles that were not overly bulging, and nodded calmly: "Okay. Zhuangzhuang is mine."

Do you understand this time when I become stronger completely?

The topic was too off-topic and made Hou Tianjiang emit a dull sound from deep in his nose to express his confusion, while he still maintained the posture of lifting up his clothes.
Zhuangzhuang, who had been lying on the ground between the two steps, also got up, tilted his head, and hummed in confusion.

The day after tomorrow, the craftsman reacted after a while: What can I say?

He said to put down his clothes, and rejected the good suggestion without hesitation.

"Shi Taihang. Zhuangzhuang is not a spiritual pet. Have you forgotten what happened when you picked it up and went to Yuntian Sect? You are still the eldest sister of Yuntian Sect... This time you are going to Yuanhai Sect, you are unfamiliar with the place, what should you do if you are not familiar with it?"

That's right, Zhuangzhuang is of course a strong pet...
But it is also really magnificent!
There is no third-eyed person in this world!
He only spoke when I looked gloomy.

The stooped craftsman picked up the little boy who was lying on the ground and said in a bad tone: "Shi Taixing? Can you do it with me? As the boss, I sit next to your stall every day. Can you still make meat wontons?"

Well, when I said the second half of the sentence, I didn’t forget to cover Zhuangzhuang’s ears with both hands.

Postnatal Craftsman: “…”

Only to me: "Speak!"

"Say it when you're talking." The other day, he said as a matter of course, "You're so nice when you're married, it's like if I say one more word to you, you'll bite me."

Although the good time bites off.

But it's considered sensible.

……

Although the atmosphere of the last conversation was very pleasant, when Qingwo Sword jumped into the air, I could only wait reluctantly without any aftermath.

Avoid the torture of walking down the mountain on two legs.

The next day, when I climbed up the ladder, I still remembered to say "thank you" to you, until I watched the familiar streets and courtyards pass by my feet.

"No offense, Sister Fairy." Standing behind me, the man asked, "Where are we going?"

Until I ignored him and took him directly to the village of the craftsman.

The late autumn wind blew away my body, which was already aching. When I landed, I felt a frozen face thawing quickly. I put away my sword. Only when I turned my head back did you look around. You looked calm and said, "Where is this place?"

"Dongji Village."

Until I heard my own calm voice.

The Dongji Village was not too far away from where I was when I last arrived. Large tracts of land had become wasteland, with little sign of farming, smoke still sparse on the country roads, and the doors of homes and factories tightly closed... Although we were well prepared when the villagers greeted us with rotten vegetable leaves and cursed us as "evildoers", nothing happened as expected.

A snotty-nosed kid stood up at the entrance of the village, pecked his thumb and said, "I saw me. I was wearing a Taoist robe. I recognized me too." "Identity: Fairy Sister."

When Zhang Mo opened his mouth, he found that his voice was lost. Only then did he realize that he was actually very nervous. He propped up his knees, bent down and asked the village chief where to go. The child nodded and pointed to Zhang Mo in the direction of the village chief's house.

At this time, walking along the ridge of the field, the craftsman's wife came down, holding a craftsman's pot and a milk jug in her hands, and a large craftsman's book.
When we looked at each other, we both saw how tense our eyes were. Finally, the strong woman smiled and said, "You are strong."

The gentle and hoarse voice made me relax: "Look, look at the milk jug in my hand..." I know the direction is at the end of the Zhao Family Ancestral Hall, and I remember the road I walked along.

At this moment, it seemed as if you only saw my eyes, and the woman nodded: "My son is still not awake... I can only feed him some liquid food."

The child hugged his mother's legs and looked back at me, then timidly continued his mother's words: "But at least he is not dead."

The topic came to this point, the woman simply turned around and led the way for me, saying that after the last disturbance in the ancestral hall, we once again gathered all those who were in a state of suspended animation underground to take care of them, and the strong ones would commit suicide when they lay underground. The young and strong men who were guarding the ground could finally take a break and breathe, and they would take turns on duty twice a day, and the rest could resume their normal work.

"I read to my son when I'm free on weekdays," the wife smiled, "My husband is a teacher. He taught me some words when he was young... Later: My dear child, I entrusted you to me in the early years. You were born with three spiritual roots, which is considered to be very good. But you always read introductory books on Taoism by yourself, thinking that if you can become a disciple of Yuntian Sect and be admitted to the Kingfisher's Nest one day——"

Apart from the aristocratic families of cultivation, there are occasionally some cultivators with great natural spiritual bones and roots in the world. Before joining a sect, they will practice on their own as independent cultivators. Their biggest goal is to strengthen their sea of ​​consciousness one day and find a sect willing to accept them.

"...My goal is also to build the "Kingfisher's Nest." I whispered, "I was born without spiritual bones and three spiritual roots, but how can I become the eldest sister of Yuntian Sect and advance to the Golden Core Stage?"

I don't know why I say these things to my wife, but she may not understand at all.

The woman smiled as if she was comforted when she heard the words.

"Alan has always been very capable. As long as he wakes up, as long as he can wake up well, I believe he can..."

The woman went down to the ground with a low sound.

At this time, the carpenter went to the Zhao Family Temple. The statue that was originally placed in the front hall of the temple was taken down. Only this time, its flesh and blood body was exposed. Who knows who paid to build a golden statue for it? It is still the same as when you first saw it...
Only then will I know whether it can really give birth to new flesh and blood under the golden body.
Only when you go to the table below, there are still fruits and vegetables, and the candlelight is flickering.

There was no room at the time, only the dreamcatchers I made by myself were hung on the beams. It was noisy like last time. The villagers were neatly arranged when they went away, and most of them were accompanied by everyone.

Wipe them up or talk to them.

When I saw them again, their attitude was the same as before. There was not much resentment or excitement. They would occasionally talk to me about the recent situation. Sometimes, when villagers had an accident and were sent here, they would calm down immediately and save their lives.

There was no female servant until I asked.

"Who?" The villagers who were asked were confused for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "Zhao Huilan?"

"Ah."

"Dead?" The villager replied lightly, "How could she survive without shedding so much blood?...Dead, she was eaten alive by other villagers. In this accident, Zhao Huilan was the only one who died."

"When things are good, we should eat the meat of our ancestors." The villager said thoughtfully, "Even if we feel that things are not right when things are good, it is good to be different when things are great."

Only speak when it's my turn.

I also know what I should say when I leave, so I can just turn around and leave in silence.

A young man named Allen went madly to copy the new law code promulgated by "Kingfisher's Nest" this year. The half-written ink was pressed flatly next to the pillow, just like when he woke up.

Holding up the papyrus, I turned my head and asked, "Have you been to the Kingfisher's Nest?"

"Of course not." The woman answered as a matter of course, "The immortal world can handle it themselves, so why bother with the mortal world... Other villages can also buy dream catchers on the black market, but our village is lucky enough to have you make it yourself--"

　The whole room was extremely quiet, except for the occasional whisper. However, I could feel the contradictory atmosphere of desperate silence and great hope.

He put the papyrus in his hand back on the young man's pillow, and then committed a taboo that he knowingly committed. He solemnly promised his wife that he would find a way to save his son.
And this room is big and all the following are brought back:.

He drew his sword solemnly, broke his palm, and slapped his hands with the woman and swore an oath as a cultivator of immortality and the highest sword practice.

The villagers understood at that time, and looked up at you in confusion, but with the flickering candle of hope in their eyes, the craftsman suddenly grew taller, as if his vitality had become stronger.

……

The "Kingfisher's Nest" gathers the might of the entire cultivation world. Its large Tianji Pavilion has a large number of talented monks who are engaged in the research and development and further study of weapon cultivation.

This is the reason why I finally agreed to go to Yuanhai Sect to meet up with them.

The next day, the craftsman started talking, picked up Zhuangzhuang and followed me.

When leaving Dongji Village, it is said that a blessing suddenly came to his mind.

"Do you want me to go to Yuanhai Sect with you when you are strong?" The eldest sister of Yuntian Sect, who had just jumped forward with the Qingwo Sword, paused and fell back to the ground. She turned around with a numb face and said, "Okay, let's go."

The craftsman touched the tip of his nose.

"Since you asked me if my wound had healed this morning, and then you told me: You are from Dongji Village... You are strong when you are strong. Aren't you afraid that I will be mentally polluted and die in the Tianquan of your home right after you leave?"

Until I put my eyes back on the green sword floating in front of me.

After a long silence, the craftsmen jumped up and flew their swords, saying, "Too much fantasy. It has nothing to do with me."

……

Until I had to say goodbye to Wuqiong before leaving, and we had nowhere else to go, we returned to the stall of the craftsman.

I went to the backyard of the house the day after tomorrow and found something new. Apart from the wonton stall that had not been set up for a long time and was covered with dust, there were many gardens in the yard. I thought: I would temporarily go back the day after tomorrow to build a garden - unlike the garden I imagined, which was dirty, messy and smelly, this garden was clean and tidy, with thick straw spread on it, and the food and water were placed in two shiny porcelain bowls...
Just like beggars: they all have to shout "Five-star inn".

There is another little calf in the pen. The little calf is blind and has a big scar on its leg. I don't know if it is lame. It squats quietly on the straw.

I lay down on the edge of the sky circle, and there was a little sky until I stretched out my hand to reach it. Just like when I was strong, it was very quiet and looked completely well-behaved.
When I stretched my fingertips desperately to reach it, it seemed to sense how close it was, turned its head and sniffed its nose, then took the initiative to come over: rubbing against my hand.

I only guess that I might have a physique that is several times stronger than the sky.

Because at this moment, the other person was desperately trying to straighten his trouser legs, and maybe Zhuang heard the voice of another person of the same kind, Zhuangzhuang was very excited, and his expression was exactly the same as when he saw Guigui the first time...

I picked up the restless Zhuangzhuang, and just when I was about to tell him to bully the next person, who knew that before I could finish my words, he jumped out of my hand like crazy, as if he had been greased.

As soon as he entered the pen, he would go over and stand close to Xiaotian, sometimes twisting his body and sometimes humming, the whole thing was as gentle as if it had been possessed by a ghost.

"What do you mean? Are we in love now?" I couldn't believe it. "Love at first sight?"

Behind me, the man's voice ruthlessly shattered my beautiful fantasy: "Du Zhuang Gong."

Only until I: “…”

Only when I turned around did you see the chef standing behind me with two bowls of noodles. White steam was coming out of the noodles. Finally, he brought out three bowls in total and put them on the only dusty table in the room.

I was poor and felt good in the snow. When I opened the seal, I could smell the strong aroma of sake. It was poured into a bowl and it was as clear as spring water. I sat down at the table in a few steps. After two bowls of sake, I felt dizzy.

When the moon was hanging brightly over the mountain, even though I didn't have much appetite, I still regarded grains as necessities and ate everything on the ground in my bowl...
My stomach feels warm.
I propped up my chin with one hand, tilted my head slightly, and stared blankly at the two little kids who were leaning against each other in the circle.

It seems like the quiet little boy is sleeping with his eyes closed. Zhuangzhuang is sniffing around as if he doesn't dare to make any big movements to wake him up.

——No matter how Zhuangzhuang is with others, he is like someone else's pet; when he is with Tian, ​​he is like Tian raising Tian.

It stays here quite well.

If you are willing to set up the wonton stall outside the day after tomorrow.

When I began to think vaguely about whether I should fight for the custody of Xiao Tianzi, I heard Wu Qiong asking when I would set up the stall the next day. The women and men in the neighborhood said: You go back, how long will it take to walk along the street, how long will we eat beef and mutton, and how long will it take for us to take care of other people's business.

Until I heard the laughter of the craftsman after tomorrow, and the familiar casual sigh, he didn't comment at the time, but his laughter was so funny that my ears were itchy.

She casually raised her hand to stroke her earlobe, and tucked a strand of hair behind her, then narrowed her eyes slightly and pricked up her ears.

The day after tomorrow, he didn't answer my question. Although he had his back to you at this moment, I could tell with my toes that he must be wearing a tepid smile, as if he was sincere and close to everyone...
In fact, it is just a perfunctory act in a blatant manner.

　Sure enough, after waiting for a long time without getting an answer, Wuqiong asked again: "What do you mean by talking about Zhuang? Are you still going to Yuanhai Sect with Ri Ri?"

The sound was believable, but I didn't know what was going on until I thought about it.

Hou Tianjian sipped his wine slowly and finally spoke: "Hmm? No big deal, I don't know why I should -"

The words have not yet fallen.

You were originally facing away from me and looking at me sideways, then you stood up and said, "What's up?" I was so scared that I turned my head to my side reflexively, then dropped my hands to my knees, sat up straight, and faced me.

Apparently, the Yuntian Sect's eldest senior sister's alcohol tolerance was as loud as her reputation. At this moment, a layer of mist covered her round eyes. Under the moon, she slightly raised her chin and looked at me seriously. Her bright eyes were clear in black and white.

"Why are you going?" Good question.

Hou Tianjiang was about to explain.

Then I heard Hao ask again——

"Are you stronger than me?"

I stared in silence, shocked to the point of speechlessness. After a while, I felt the pungent burning sensation of the sake I had just taken a sip of.

The moonlight is slightly cool.

You can hear the last chirps of autumn from the crickets at the foot of the wall, which are probably the only noises in this small courtyard at this moment.

Even though I'm a skilled craftsman, the question of "what should I do now?" pops up in my mind from time to time, and my thoughts drift far away in an instant... I just stared at him in silence for a long time, and my brain went blank.

Saying fantasy is good may lead to failure in silence:.

But luckily, it's not that great. It's hard to say for sure whether a player can hit a straight ball or a walk-off home run. If you say so now, you can wait until the end of time.

The good work style is correct.

The craftsman said "hmm" and finally replied: "This misunderstanding is a big one."

He looked at me and didn't move for a long time. Sometimes he jumped up and said, "I got angry and punched you." He turned around and fled. I looked like a god of war in the moonlight. I just blinked and said, "Did I misunderstand?"

The day after tomorrow, the craftsman began to sigh. Help, do I need to feed him and drink again in the future?

Only when I asked, "Why would you be happy if I had to go to Yan Ji'an to go to the Da Ri Mine?"

Hou Tian Jiang: "...Is it too late to confess that I really hate it now?"

Until I asked again: "Your body is fine, you can obviously leave Yuntian Sect, did you really leave? You hate Yuntian Sect, why did you reply:?"

Hou Tianjiang turned to Wuqiong, and Wuqiong said, "Please turn back."

Until I asked again: "You are half asleep and half awake every day... "

Hou Tian Jiang: "What?"

Only until I finished saying, "Why do you call me 'RiRi'?"

The world fell into complete silence in the workshop.

……

Only when he looked at me with bright eyes, he stood up and said: "Go and have another bowl of noodles." Only when I sat on the chair expressionlessly, he stared at me for a while, then lowered his eyes, turned his head away, and said: "Why don't you speak now?"

Without looking away with burning eyes, he immediately turned back to the kitchen.

The firewood was still hot, and the milky white soup was bubbling in the noodle pot. The man leaned over to the stove, completely racking his brains.

The kitchen door was pushed open from the outside with a "creaky" sound. I looked up immediately and saw you walk in: the earth is strong and I am poor, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

"You'll also want an explanation from me, right?"

"Don't say it in such a harsh way—" The owner of the Rare Treasure Pavilion had already laughed so hard that he fell to the firewood behind the kitchen door. "I'm just curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat. If you want to die, don't be so curious."

"Oh, what do you want to do, Xiaoming Zhuang?"

"I just took Zhuangzhuang out of my body the other day. You know how guilty I feel about this guy. He's been eating and taking things from my body without any hesitation these days..."
The man was halfway through explaining when he suddenly lost all his strength and waved his hands in a gesture of giving up.
"Maybe he was confused from sleeping."

"You can't even call me by my nickname when you're half asleep—"

The lazy look of the craftsman later on restrained a little, meaning that he was clearly glancing at the good craftsman.
"I'll take the land."
He spoke in a low voice, saying only a few concise words.
"Shirang called?"

The silence makes me smile less.

Clear your throat, stand up straight, organize your words again and again, and remind: "You have warned me in person that romance between colleagues is not advisable, it affects unity and even endangers life safety."

"How can you not remember anything? What kind of colleague are you?"

"what!"

"what?"

"Nothing. I just have a question: why are you refutinizing me?"

"..."

The strong craftsman fell silent for a moment.

Did the acquired emotional management of the face and body completely collapse?

His eyebrows drooped listlessly, and the deputy craftsman looked completely speechless and said with a wry smile.

"Oh my God, please forgive me. Don't ask."

(End of this chapter)