It was a big deal for Nan Fuguang to become a Golden Core monk. In comparison, Lu Sang, the "new disciple of Yunshang Immortal Lord", was indeed robbed of some of her limelight.
What is more concerning is of course the hand she showed in the main hall. Although Bai Moxi said that she "struck her hard and she couldn't stand if she didn't leave immediately afterwards", the effect of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys was achieved, and it lasted for a long time. For a while, the medicine cultivators in the Medicine Pavilion all avoided her as the senior sister.
Except for the fools in the Medicine Pavilion, the other disciples regarded Nan Fuguang as a piece of cake. After all, since they started cultivating immortals, they had never seen anyone who could perform large-scale attacks with nothing and without using magic weapons or immortal weapons——
The moment the vigorous ancient banyan tree emerged from the ground to cover the sky and the sun, and broke through the roof of the main hall, it was so cool!
Magical instruments are made of various innate precious materials. Different material types correspond to different five-element attributes, which resonate with the spiritual root attributes of the monks themselves. After the corresponding spell is chanted, the spell cycle is completed and becomes the last spell output. link.
Therefore, magical weapons or immortal weapons made of certain precious ancient materials can increase the power to the greatest extent, and even achieve the effect of surpassing the monk's own ability... For example, if Yan Ji'an's Feather Broken Sword is placed in Lu Sang's hands, she may be able to Executing a blow that matches a monk at the Golden Core Stage or even the Nascent Soul Stage.
This is the basic theory of the existing magic weapons in this world.
Even Yunshang Immortal, as a sword cultivator, when people spread his legend word of mouth, they rarely mention his Feather Broken Sword that amazes the three realms and six realms.
But this bizarre operation happened to Nan Fuguang, so there seems to be nothing surprising.
"One of the evil little inventions." Faced with the countless insinuations from the sect leader Xie Cong, the senior sister of the Yuntian Sect waved her hands humbly, "It's really nothing special, just treat me like a sideshow."
Because of Nan Fuguang's "juggling", the roof of the Yuntian Sect's main hall was poked into a hedgehog. At this moment, the regular meeting had to be moved from the main hall to a side hall. Xie Cong cursed in his heart and asked her how she could keep silent. Breakthrough to the end of foundation building.
As soon as this question came up, Nan Fuguang subconsciously looked at Yan Ji'an, who was sitting in the main seat.
Surprisingly, such an unintentional glance was met by the other party's calm return gaze. Nan Fuguang was slightly stunned. She did not avoid his gaze, but just curled her lips: "Without it, I have a great state of mind, do nothing, and follow nature."
Xie Cong: "Speak humanly."
Nan Fuguang: "Think about it."
This time, even Xie Cong reflexively looked up at the first seat. He reacted in a moment and looked back in embarrassment.
Xie Cong half-truthfully scolded Nan Fuguang, saying she was perfunctory, and arranged for her to compete with Wuyou during the inner disciples' martial arts selection later in the day to demonstrate to the other disciples.
Nan Fuguang's fingertips brushed the green light sword on his waist and said "Oh".
Xie Cong frowned: "Ask the Immortal Lord to change your sword for you. The dignified senior sister of Yuntian Sect, a sword cultivator at the Golden Core Stage, is still using the cast iron sword uniformly distributed by the sect... If other sects see it, they will think that it is the Yuntian Sect. So poor!”
Nan Fuguang was about to say something, but the Immortal Lord, who had been mute from the beginning of the meeting to the last moment, responded, although it was just a "hmm" sound from his nasal cavity.
Nan Fuguang turned around and smiled at him again, and said sweetly: "Disciple thanks the master first."
……
Then as soon as the meeting ended, she didn't go back to Taoting with Yan Ji'an to choose a sword. She just rubbed oil on her soles and slipped down the mountain.
……
After Lu Sang appeared, the frequency of Nan Fuguang's appearance in the mortal world increased linearly. I held my chin and yawned, saying that I was a little tired of looking at you. Your father...oh no, your Taoist monk used the confiscated double-sided mirror before. Warn me not to play with you.
Saying such sarcastic words, she still sneaked up to Nanfuguang and went to the wonton stall. At this time, the moon was already on the willow branches, and the farmers who had retired from the sunset had already gone home to sleep on the kang.
The wonton stall business is good, and all the ladies or men who have been married for more than ten years and don’t want to go home after a busy day are willing to come——
The eldest lady looked at the handsome pig butcher Bao Wonton and clicked her tongue. How could this man kill pigs and still do such a small job? The eldest man drank in groups and lamented that life is not easy. I really work hard.
It was lively for a while.
Nan Fuguang changed out of the Yuntian Sect's Taoist robe and found a piece of cloth that was convenient for walking. He pulled up his normally disheveled hair and drank a pot of hot wine, with a light pink on his fair face... …
She dipped her hands in wine and drew two stick figures on the tattered wooden table of the wonton stall, vividly telling Wu Qiong how Lu Sang cried and ran into the arms of her future Taoist companion.
Who doesn’t want to hear gossip?
What's more, you can immediately laugh at the person's big grievances.
I smiled and bent down, asking, "It's only been a few days now. Isn't that Lu Sang very afraid of your master? Why did he hug you now?"
Nan Fuguang bit his lower lip until it turned from pale white to rose color, but he said in a very indifferent tone: "Later she probably knew that I knew that she and Yan Ji'an were cheating under the marriage tree. We hugged each other with tears in front of our marriage card She took the initiative and apologized to me, saying that she didn't mean it, she was just dreaming about something before the Shatuo Sky Tree withered and she couldn't help it... Huh? I suddenly reacted? What about me? ”
Her belated realization naturally made me laugh wildly again: "First come, first served, you are the one who gets in behind."
After burning the last bit of Chinese soil left in the bowl and suffocating it with strong liquor, Nan Fuguang felt as if her head had been hammered. Nan Fuguang felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to die. She felt both physically and mentally (suffocated). She flattened her mouth. I thought that during the sect meeting in the morning, I shouldn't have given Yan Jian a good look.
In the silence, a small mountain suddenly shrouded powerfully behind him.
The blue rough linen sleeves that stretched over her shoulders were splattered with a little oil. The wontons that fell in front of her were fragrant, and each one was filled with white fat and fat in a bowl sprinkled with fresh green onions.
"A gift to warm your stomach. Don't vomit in my store."
The first four words are so warm, but the last five words are so cold.
Nan Fuguang turned half sideways and looked back at the butcher standing behind him. He stood with his eyebrows downcast, his facial features engraved, and his lips naturally relaxed and lightly pursed...
He just stood there, but he gave people an inexplicable feeling of alienation.
It was obvious that his expression always seemed to be warm and bland.
Nan Fuguang decided to blame it on his delusion caused by drinking too much.
"What's wrong," Nan Fuguang asked, "You don't want me to stay away from you now?"
"Sister Fairy emptied the store's earth-baked inventory tonight on her own," said the pig butcher very wisely. "With a small business, you can't drive away customers, and your reputation will be bad."
Where can I go to talk to you? Now this street has your surname. I am afraid they will beat me because of your bad reputation?
Nan Fuguang rolled his eyes at him, turned around and continued chatting with Wu Qiong.
When Wu Qiong asked about Lu Sang's dream, Nan Fuguang shrugged disapprovingly and said, "People in Yuntian Sect love to dream. Maybe this is the reason why Guixing Pavilion was established in Yuntian Sect."
She would occasionally dream about that damn tree, standing there either dead or alive. She didn't know what the dream meant. When she woke up, she was confused.
Wuqiong was silent for a while, and suddenly asked Nan Fuguang to hang up a dream catcher in two days to take a look. Nan Fuguang waved his hand casually and said, "Okay, but there's really nothing interesting to see."
The two chatted for a while, and then Nan Fuguang felt that the man with a strong presence behind him turned around and sat back next to the boiler where the wontons were still rolling——
Nan Fuguang opened the fourth bottle of clay pot. She was prepared to die drunk and lay on the floor of my poor shop tonight.
……
Drinking is drinking, and there is no such thing as a sobering spell in this world that can be used to recite a few sobering spells to instantly bring a refreshing breeze and bright moon after drinking to a complete mess.
After three rounds of drinking, Nan Fuguang felt a little sleepy. He covered his lips and yawned. His usually bright and alert almond-shaped eyes narrowed into a thin line... He swept away the things in front of him that were in the way and leaned half of his body as if he had no bones. Go up.
She kicked Wuqiong under the table and told her to go back.
I drank a lot of wine and stood up unsteadily to go to the latrine.
At this time, there were not many people in the whole wonton stall, but there were some traveling merchants sitting next door and next door, passing by this small town at the foot of Yuntian Sect, and went to the wonton stall to fill their stomachs and drink some wine to refresh themselves.
It's hot in midsummer, and people are restless. They have eaten half of the food on the table, and they have long noticed the two young ladies sitting at the table not far away——
The woman with the special gemstone-carved abacus hanging on her waist has a delicate face, she drinks wine with great boldness, her eyes are smart and shrewd, and her behavior makes it obvious that she is an old man who travels around the world at a glance.
The other one is different. She is wearing an ordinary cloth dress. Her long hair is tied up casually with ordinary wooden hairpins. Her face is not like that of an ordinary woman who looks thin to be beautiful and has a little softness. She is chattering. In most cases, she is Talking.
Just small actions like subconsciously stamping his feet, pursing his lips, or frowning to tug on the sleeves of his companions from time to time are simply stepping on the hearts of the rough guys.
They quietly searched for various angles and pretended to watch it casually all night. The more they watched, the more excited they became. They thought that the little lady in this small town had not seen much of the world. If she was allowed to have the gold and silver treasures in the capital——
As soon as I left, a traveling merchant couldn't help but stand up.
However, as soon as he took a step in the direction of his heart's desire, a strong arm suddenly stretched out from the side and pressed on his chest in a not-too-offensive but solid manner, blocking the way.
"It's better not to go?"
That night, the pig butcher sitting at the stall was either in a daze or making wontons, and he didn't know when he would approach.
At this moment, with the raised corners of his lips and slightly lowered eyelids, his tone was still gentle, and he was admonishing with a smile.
"It will be torn into pieces."
The foot trader drank two ounces of yellow urine and didn't know what the world was. He took a breath and was about to call you a pig-killer. He also wanted to call you a hero, but he didn't know what he was for saving the beauty.
He raised his head suddenly and looked into those dark eyes, as if there was a huge black whirlpool, which was difficult to penetrate. He suddenly froze.
The other person had a smile on his face, but on such a hot day, he shivered and his pupils dilated for a moment.
He actually took a few steps back.
It's strange, he's just a butcher.
Ignoring the incomprehensible looks from his companions, the traveler obediently sat back at his table.
Seeing this, the pig butcher's eyebrows drooped because he relaxed, as if he breathed a sigh of relief. He curled his lips and was about to say something. At this moment, a commotion suddenly came from the end of the market not far away.
...How lively is this night?
He raised his eyelids and looked around.
……
"Immortal Lord?"
"Oh my god, this, this, this - is this the Immortal Lord Yunshang?"
"Why did he come down the mountain?"
"Sure enough, the little bird that sleeps late has meat to eat. I knew tonight that I had a sudden inspiration and told me that there was a reason why I didn't want to go home so early and face my family! I saw a fairy!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhing they being being wearing it. Oh my god, I'm dreaming about what kind of robe he usually wears..."
“It’s really beautiful!”
"Did you see his sword? His sword! Red!"
"Oh my god, monks can really fly with swords - aren't they afraid of heights?!"
The chirping of insects in midsummer was drowned out by the renewed discussion at night.
The night wind broke through, and the monks in the immortal stage were already close to semi-immortals. Their mortal bodies were almost washed away. Standing on the flying sword of the wind, the immortal master embodied the four words "Tao, Fa, and freedom", and he was as light as a chariot. A group of blue clouds looks like a flying dragon stepping on the moon.
The legendary Yu Broken Sword is glowing with red light, and the fire essence of the divine phoenix wings conceived in it seems to be endless...
At the hilt of the sword, a small string of aged bronze bells swayed gently in the wind, making a clear "ding-ding" sound——
At this time, Nan Fuguang, who was leaning on the table and about to fall asleep, supported his face with one hand, moved his ears, made a sound of "um", and muttered: "I was dreaming, dreaming about a banquet... Damn it, You're committing evil? Don't let me go even if you dream about it. Don't let me go if you're capable of being a ghost!"
She thought to herself, almost biting her tongue.
The next moment she seemed to smell the special cold fragrance of the peach blossoms that were always shrouded in the sea of clouds on the Red Snow Peak. She was really dazed for a moment and didn't understand how the nightmare could progress to the point where she could understand the five senses——
She struggled to open her eyes and wanted to share this great discovery with Wu Qiong, but she miserably ran into a pair of cold eyes that she absolutely didn't want to see at this time.
Nan Fuguang: "..."
Yan Ji'an raised his hand to sheath the sword, and the Yu Broken Sword turned into a red light and was put into his palm. The bronze bell rang, which was the sword tassel attached to it by Nan Fuguang.
At that time, Yan Ji'an laughed at Jianxiu for the sword spike, which was equivalent to tying a bell around the cat's neck. From then on, the cat would never be able to catch mice... But the sword spike that would starve the cat to death was found in Jianxiu's sword. Once the ups and downs are stable, the system will last for decades.
Nan Fuguang propped himself up on the edge of the greasy table and sat up expressionlessly.
"Every day."
Yan Ji'an lowered his head and said flatly, "Master, I've been waiting for you at Chixue Peak for a long time, but you didn't come."
Nan Fuguangjiu was half awake in an instant, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything nutritious.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, and the small wonton stall was crowded with onlookers.
The businessmen on the table not far away stood up and stood there, not daring to move, including the one who just sat down - look at the young lady he had just positioned as a "village lady", and then look at the lady standing in front of her The Immortal Lord, who was leaning down and talking, obviously had an unusual relationship... finally turned his head to the pig butcher, already considering him as his life-saving and reincarnated father.
Jiu Jin suddenly hit her head, and Nan Fuguang experienced another round of turmoil. Before her mind could form a mess of thoughts, she waved her hand palely: "I'm asking for leave today, master. If you have something to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow... tomorrow."
At this time, I was late to go to relieve myself. I stared at Nan Fuguang who was too drunk to speak clearly and said "Ouch". I raised my head and looked at Yunshang Xianzun, who was standing in front of her expressionlessly, as if he had seen a ghost. It sounded like "Oops" again.
"Yes." Nan Fuguang pointed at the tip of my poor nose and said, "I can just stay at her place tonight and go back in a while... I am poor, my love, shall we go shopping in Yunyan Alley later?"< br>
Where is Yunyan Lane? Naturally, it is the sexual version of Drunken Red Shengxiao Tower.
I thought to myself that this question was too out of line for me to answer.
Without waiting for Wuqiong's response, Nan Fuguang turned to Yan Ji'an and said, "It makes sense to do this! You can't expect me to go back with my sword like this - you can't let me put me in the Qiankun bag - it's okay , Master, it’s okay! Everything is okay!”
She said, waving her hands gracefully.
"What's your purpose in the mortal world? Well, it's none of my business. Go and do your business. Go quickly! If you have anything to do with your apprentice, we'll talk about it tomorrow!"
To show that she was serious, she nodded confidently.
Yan Ji'an frowned when he heard this. He couldn't understand what Nan Fuguang meant when he said that he was going to do "things that have nothing to do with her" when he came down to earth. He was impatient to wait in Tao Ting today, and he was dissatisfied with her recent... He frequently goes down to the mortal world and comes here specifically to arrest people.
I wanted to reprimand a few words that alcohol harms the body, and it will do no harm to the ascetics. But at this time, Yunshang Immortal Lord raised his eyes and inadvertently glanced at the man standing outside the crowd with his arms folded and leaning against him. The man on a wooden beam suddenly froze.
Across the crowd talking quietly, the two men's eyes briefly met...
The butcher still had the same indifferent expression as before, with half of his face hidden in the shadow of the night.
The eyes immediately parted lightly.
This was the butcher who was chatting with her in the double-sided mirror that day.
It is true that there is no way to put the drunk Nan Fuguang into the Qiankun bag, but there is no other way...Determined to carry out the purpose of coming to the mortal world, Yan Ji'an, under Wu Qiong's horrified eyes, bent down and put the limp body in his hand. The muddy man next to the table is held in his arms——
The immortal's waist-length hair swept across the oil stains on the table, and the sleeves of his spotless Taoist robes rubbed against the chili oil on the edge of the table.
The thing in his arms groaned uncomfortably because he was folding it up. He lowered his eyes and said, "Don't move."
Nan Fuguang stopped moving.
She turned her face and buried it in his chest, sleeping soundly as quietly as a chicken.
Yan Ji'an turned around and politely but distantly told me a few words. Next time, please ask the master of the rare treasure pavilion to inform me with a double-sided mirror——
Then he understood the rules of conduct in the mortal world as much as possible, lowered his eyes slightly, and saw that the bag on his waist was unbuckled on its own, and floated to my eyes.
I was wondering why there would be a fucking next time, and I uncontrollably took the bag and weighed it. Most of the bag of fine crystals jingled against each other.
At that moment, she resisted the suggestion that she could personally carry Nan Fuguang back to Yuntian Sect in the future, and even carry her back to Chiri Peak's bed, wipe her face and cover her with a quilt before leaving.
——It's not that she can't earn this dirty money, it's mainly that non-invitees can't pass through the gate of Yuntian Sect.
After Yan Ji'an arranged everything, he bent down to the lips of Nan Fuguang, who was sleeping for no apparent reason, and sniffed the strong smell of alcohol between her breaths like an animal... He could kill a flying insect between his eyebrows. The hands on the waist of the person in his arms tightened silently.
Immortal Lord Yunshang was about to leave. Just as he hurriedly descended from the sky, the crowd cleared the way for him. He sacrificed the Feather Broken Sword, but he was unable to use the sword control skills.
The Broken Feather Sword hung in mid-air, as if it felt like it had to bear the weight of two people for a while, and it hummed impatiently.
Turning around, the Immortal Lord's eyes moved, looking straight at the pig butcher who was standing not far away without moving.
"Pig-killer."
The man who had been silent since just now finally moved. He looked left and right as if to confirm that the immortal was talking to him, and then turned his head again after a while.
"Where have I met you before?"
"...Never."
The butcher glanced at the unconscious guy sleeping in the former's arms without leaving a trace, touched the tip of his nose, and said in a flat and lazy tone——
"I'm sorry for my public face."
It seemed like I wanted to say something more during the banquet.
The pig butcher smiled and said: "It's getting late, please come back, Immortal Lord."
There was a moment of disgust in Yan Ji'an's eyes, what does his heart have to do with you.
A moment later, for some reason, his thoughts were disturbed again. He thought, it was indeed time to go back...
What the pig butcher said is correct.
(End of chapter)
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