I Possess a Scroll of Demon-Subduing Records

Qinghe Village.

Xiao Cao and Wang Jinxuan arrived together.

Wang Jinxuan chattered away the whole way, and Xiao Cao would chime in with a few words. This had become the norm for their interactions, and they were both used to each other's attitudes.

"This is your hometown? It looks quite beautiful."

Wang Jinxuan rarely goes to the countryside, so he naturally finds the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers appealing.

The grass has always lived here, so of course it doesn't find it beautiful. But after being away for so long, seeing it again does indeed give it a more intimate feel.

This is her home.

However, her departure was not dignified, and her return did not attract much attention.

Upon arriving at the village entrance, Wang Jinxuan stopped making a fuss. She had heard about Xiaocao's situation and even knew that her brother, Wang Liang, had had a relationship with Xiaocao's mother. Coming to this place, her feelings were actually quite complicated.

Her special care for Xiaocao was partly to atone for Wang Liang's sins.

Of course, the little grass was unaware of these things.

Where should we go first?

Wang Jinxuan asked in a low voice.

"Let's go offer incense first, and then go home and check on things!"

The two walked around the village until they reached a deserted place.

Qin's death was not honorable; she was beheaded as a demon. The villagers forbade her to be buried in the ancestral graveyard. It was only with Lin Yi's help that they found a wasteland, dug a pit, and buried her.

This wasteland should legally belong to the government, and people should be paid to bury people there. But Guan Buping used his connections and didn't ask for money.

Although the funeral arrangements were barely completed, there was only a solitary grave in the wasteland, making Qin's funeral quite desolate.

When the little grass saw the mound in the distance, its nose began to sting, and its steps became increasingly heavy.

Wang Jinxuan, on the other hand, remained as usual, only taking out incense, candles, and paper money from her cloud pouch.

She lost one of her fathers and two of her brothers, and was the last remaining member of the Wang family. On important days, she would burn two sticks of incense to express her feelings.

However, the little grass was actually prepared.

She saw Wang Jinxuan take the sacrificial items, shook her head, and took out a small cloth bag from her bosom.

Wang Jinxuan had been with Xiaocao for so long, yet he had no idea when Xiaocao had bought these things.

"Hey, it looks like someone has already offered sacrifices here."

As Wang Jinxuan got closer, he noticed that several plates of fruit and a plate of roast chicken had been placed in front of Qin's grave.

Wang Jinxuan was also somewhat surprised. He had heard that Qin Shi's situation in the village was not good. Who would give her such a good offering?

The incense had burned out, but the other party must not have been gone for long. All the incense and paper money were burned today.

Little Grass ignored all of that; she simply took out the offerings she had prepared: a roast chicken and a few oranges.

Wang Jinxuan was really curious about where she hid all her things. She didn't even have a cloud bag, yet she managed to hide a whole bunch of things on her body without being discovered. That was amazing!

At the Qin family's grave, Xiaocao didn't say anything, but silently burned incense and kowtowed. After kowtowing, she knelt on the ground for a long time without speaking, but tears slowly flowed down her face.

Wang Jinxuan felt sorry for Xiaocao and didn't want her to be so sad, so she lit some incense and knelt down.

"Auntie, my name is Wang Jinxuan, and I am Xiaocao's senior sister."

Xiaocao is doing very well now. She has a caring master and a loving master's wife. We have learned a lot of skills together, which is enough for her to make a living. She no longer has to worry about being bullied.

Rest assured, I hope your spirit in heaven will bless Little Grass and that you won't worry about her too much. Go and live your own life!

Wang Jinxuan's words made Xiaocao take notice.

Is she chatting with my mother?

For a moment, the little grass was speechless.

But it must be said that Wang Jinxuan's interruption improved her mood, and she finally said, "Mother, I will come to see you again next year."

Xiao Cao wiped away her tears. Actually, she had a lot to say, but those words were stuck in her heart and she couldn't bring herself to say them.

This time, Wang Jinxuan didn't interrupt. He waited until Xiaocao finished her work before following closely behind her.

"I'll come with you again next year!"

"Okay! But you can't lie to my mother anymore, I'm the senior sister."

According to the time of entry, Xiaocao is indeed the senior sister, but she usually does not claim this status, while Wang Jinxuan always acts as the older sister, so she becomes the senior sister.

Wang Jinxuan was also surprised by Xiaocao's sudden counterattack. He was stunned for a moment before smiling and saying, "No way, I am the senior sister. Unless you go to Master to complain, I will assume the identity of senior sister."

Little Grass: "..."

She didn't want to argue with this childish guy about this.

Whether she is the senior sister or not is not important.

The two sisters talked, and her gloom dissipated a little. After burning incense, Xiaocao headed home.

The house has been uninhabited for a long time, and Xiaocao plans to come back and tidy it up.

However, the little grass stopped as soon as it arrived at its doorstep.

The willow tree in front of my house withered and died sometime ago, leaving only rotten branches.

More importantly, outside the house stood many strong and powerful men, each of them looking imposing and clearly not ordinary people.

Why are these people outside her house?

Is there anything in your home that you're thinking about?

Little Grass gazed intently in the direction of home and said firmly, "I'll go check it out. You stay here and don't get caught."

Wang Jinxuan had even sharper eyesight. She could tell that those guarding outside were definitely soldiers, each exuding a menacing aura, and were likely veterans who had experienced battles.

How could such a person suddenly appear in the central Hunan region?

Could it be that the political situation in the court is so turbulent that the governor of Xingsha County has some ulterior motives?

This Xingsha prefect is different from her father. Her father is not the prefect of Xiangzhou, but only the head of a prefecture.

However, this newly appointed governor of Xingsha County is also the governor of Xiangzhou. Although he is only in charge of Xingsha County for the time being and ignores the other counties, he has the right to control all the military forces in Xiangzhou.

Wang Jinxuan felt that the matter was a bit serious, but he still agreed to Xiaocao's request to take the risk.

After all, this is the little grass's home.

She had already decided to find a place to observe the situation, and if anything went wrong, she would shout for her master to save her.

Nevertheless, she was still somewhat worried about the little grass.

The little grass stealthily made its way past the guards and into its own house.

Her arrival was completely silent.

In the narrow bedroom, a man stood, obsessively sniffing the clothes his mother had worn.

Anger overwhelmed the grass's reason.

He also possessed a sharp weapon, and his murderous intent arose spontaneously.

Xiaocao already knew her own strength; she could even find opportunities to attack Lin Yi, which showed her talent.

The man's disrespectful act of holding her mother's clothes made her feel as if she were witnessing her own mother being insulted by this man.

At this moment, Xiaocao no longer cared about danger or the overall situation, and suddenly stabbed the man in the back with her sword.

The man felt a chill run through him. At his limit, he reacted, grabbed the sword, and shattered it into several pieces.

Just as he was about to throw a punch and kill the thief who dared to assassinate him, his fist stopped an inch in front of the grass.

He realized that the little girl looked very familiar.

If Lin Yi were here, he would recognize who this man is.

He was none other than Liu Jian, the former crown prince, who conspired with the rebels to revolt in Hanzhong.

"Are you... Little Grass?"

Seeing Xiaocao's appearance, Liu Jian guessed her identity.

When he uttered the name "Little Grass," Little Grass's eyes widened as she looked at the weathered man before her.

Finally, she recognized the man's identity.

Her father.

When he left, he was a handsome young man with a fair complexion and no beard, and a kind and loving father.

When they met again, he was much darker, his face etched with the marks of time, and his thick beard made Xiaocao not recognize him at first glance.

Now that she recognized him, Xiaocao's eyes reddened again.

She went mad, screamed and charged at Liu Jian. Her sword broke, so she punched and kicked him.

The commotion inside the house also attracted the attention of those outside. In the blink of an eye, several skilled men rushed into the house, quickly set up their crossbows, and aimed at Xiaocao.

Upon seeing this, Liu Jian was horrified and quickly stopped him, saying, "She's my daughter!"

Not far away, Wang Jinxuan, who was about to shout for his master to save him, was also stunned.

Ah this...

Is Little Grass's father back?

Her father isn't dead yet?

Inside the house, Liu Jian was so busy stopping his subordinates that he couldn't stop Xiao Cao, who kicked him in the shin.

Liu Jian grunted. His martial arts skills were not weak, so he was not seriously injured. But this kid really went all out, and it really hurt.

But seeing how angry Xiaocao was, Liu Jian stopped dodging and let her punch and kick him to vent her emotions.

Those subordinates, sensing the situation, quickly dispersed.

"I'm sorry, little grass."

The little grass didn't speak, it just wildly thrashed about.

Wang Jinxuan, who was watching the play outside, couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.