The Impure Sea divides the entire world of immortality into two parts. The east bank is called Kunfa Continent, and the west bank is called Mishi Land.
Most of the monks and major sects are concentrated on the east coast.
The west coast is mostly populated by mortals who are seeking a living in the world of immortality. Because there are many natural resources on the west coast, including the Big Sun Mine, the Immortal Alliance usually prefers to hire mortals for these simple manual jobs to reduce mining costs.
——A long time ago, I heard that in the era when gods existed, the gods would arrive at the east coast at sunrise every day, and then take a boat back to the west coast at sunset to complete a day's inspection of the territory.
But Nan Fuguang believed that it was of course just a legend, and that there were no gods in this world. Otherwise, he would not have watched the Three Realms and Six Paths fall into misery, and let the Shatuo Skyscraping Tree wither for hundreds of thousands of years.
The road from the east coast to the west coast is far away and cannot be reached without flying with a sword. You need to take a public transportation called a twelve-winged boat. This kind of huge cross-sea ship that can carry thousands of people at a time was developed after the Shatuo Split Sky Tree withered. , counting the few new creations in the entire Three Realms and Six Paths that are slightly passable.
The twelve wooden wings that serve as oars are shaped like whale wings. The rotten parts that have been in contact with the seawater for many years make a "crunching" sound. The seawater splashes, the wooden wings push away the rich foam, and the heavy ship moves forward at an astonishing speed - —
As the wing boat flies higher and higher, standing on the deck and looking down, you can see the sparkling sea. Until the sea fog gradually thickens, the surrounding landforms are also changing.
From the beginning, the fairy mountain is surrounded by clouds and mist. As it gets closer to the west coast, the number of trees and vegetation decreases, the mountain becomes more vast and spectacular, and the land gradually becomes wider.
The black market that Nan Fuguang was going to was called "Black Mountain Morning Market". This black market mainly engaged in the illegal smuggling of all kinds of basic materials and raw materials under the jurisdiction of the Immortal League, and it was established arrogantly at the foot of the Dairi Mine.
The total round-trip journey only takes five hours. If everything goes well, she can even make it in time for the sect's dinner.
Bowing her head and staring at the sea in a daze, just when Nan Fuguang was wondering if she had just seen a big-finned whale for a moment, she felt someone approaching her.
"Can I ask you a question?" The other party was obviously just being polite, because before Nan Fuguang could say "no", he had already finished asking, "How do you get the confidence to think that your future Taoist companion will generously use the black cracked empty ore?" Give you rough stones that are illegal to circulate?”
"..."
Nan Fuguang turned his head expressionlessly, and saw that the butcher was like a mountain on the west coast, huge and simple, with one elbow lazily resting on the side of the ship, looking like he wanted to chat.
...Obviously he asked her never to talk to him again last time.
"Can you scream louder? Do you want me to lend you a PA note? So that we can be pressed face down by the people from the "Kingfisher's Nest" who came to greet us as soon as we arrived at the West Bank Pier. on the ground. ”
Her description was so vivid.
The butcher thought about the image of himself being pressed face down on the ground and still unable to resist. Well, that was indeed unnecessary.
"If there is really no topic, we can be the most familiar strangers," Nan Fuguang withdrew his gaze, "Or in your concept, is it more interesting to talk about topics that the other party least wants to talk about?"
"Don't be so aggressive. I'm just trying to find some logic in your nonsensical behavior."
"..."
Not so aggressive? So please don't start talking nonsense that makes people want to tear your head off?
Nan Fuguang sighed, choosing between getting angry and going crazy.
With a dark face, she reached out and took out the storage bag at her waist. Before the pig butcher could react, she retracted her hand and threw a palm-sized black object to him——
"Because of this ore, he gave me a piece before."
Before what looked like a heavy stone hit the bridge of his nose, the butcher raised his hand to catch it steadily... Turning his hand over, he saw that he was holding a piece of crystal clear ore, carved into It looks like a cute nine-tailed fox.
The carving is so good that it can almost be used as a handicraft decoration. The nine-tailed fox squinted its eyes and licked its paws, and the tails on its back spread out like a peacock. The pig butcher counted only eight tails.
"'The cat's ninth life'." Nan Fuguang pointed to the little thing in his hand.
The pig butcher plays with the "handicraft" in his hand.
Another nonsense, the man sighed: "One favor can earn your eternal trust."
Nan Fuguang: "..."
His tone sounded like he was commenting on a heartless fool.
With the salty sea breeze blowing in his face, Nan Fuguang stood on tiptoe and looked down at the delicate foam of the waves. When a wave hits, everything in the foam will soon be swallowed by the Black Sea, and then new foam will form.
With such a good opportunity for murder, Nan Fuguang resisted from lifting the person next to him and throwing him in.
"Change the topic! For example, now we are all in the same boat. What is your name? Do you understand human social etiquette? I can't always call you 'pig-killer', right?"
"Huh?"
"What does 'um' mean?"
"The name is the shortest curse, and it is also the secret of the gods. Those who know the names of the gods will have a glimpse of the essence of the gods."
"Does this have anything to do with you?"
"No. But I won't tell you either."
"..."
OK.
alright.
That's it.
What day are we talking about?
Just let this day die peacefully.
……
Unknown seabirds chirped and flew past the pier, and the twelve-winged boat's oars made the same unpleasant groan as it set off when it docked.
Before sunset in the afternoon, they finally arrived at the Dari Mine Pier.
What you see is a bustling and busy scene. This is the famous ice-free port in the entire Three Realms and Six Paths.
"I heard that the people who live here may never know what snow looks like until they die."
South Fuguang Road.
When we arrived at the west bank, the ratio of monks to mortals was almost equal. There were Taoist immortals and sword-wielding monks passing by quickly, as well as dock workers carrying wooden boxes hard...
The twelve-winged boat made a long cry, frightening away a large group of seabirds that were looking for food on the pier.
The Montenegro morning market is not difficult to find. After all, the dock where the twelve-winged boat docked this time was only a black market except for a bare mine. However, there were people coming and going on the dock. It was impossible for those people to come here. Traveling and practicing.
Following the crowd, Nan Fuguang walked forward aimlessly.
When my feet landed on the ground, I still felt light and airy, but when I turned my head and looked at the people next to me, there was no reaction. It seemed that I was very accustomed to sea transportation...
"Is the pig-killer a little more durable?"
Regarding her inexplicable sudden change of gun and stick, all the butcher did was to hold her by the back of her collar when she curiously reached out to the goods in the hands of the vendor who was trying to sell her "mythical beast eggs". She dragged away——
The colorful egg couldn't tell what species it was inside, but the color was very rare. Unfortunately, the butcher stopped her before her fingertips touched the egg.
"What are you doing?"
"If you touch the egg, it will break, and a sparrow or petrel baby body will fall out. Then the vendor will say it is a phoenix, and in the end you will go bankrupt."
"..."
"How many spirit stones did you bring?"
"A dozen high-grade spiritual stones, a few hundred medium-grade spiritual stones, and a few bags of low-grade spiritual stones for easy meals——"
"Then don't touch anything that is brought to you." The butcher said calmly, "The money you have is not enough for them to blackmail you once." For anyone, the wealth Nan Fuguang reported just now is nothing. How come the butcher said such a huge amount of money was like "this little money"? Nan Fuguang moved his lips and was still unconvinced: "You are the only one who knows everything. Have you ever been here?"
"Yes."
"You're a pig butcher, have you ever been here?"
"Kill all the pigs in the world."
"..."
Nan Fuguang twitched his lips absurdly, and then he was dragged to a fork in the road by the Pig Nemesis of the Three Realms and Six Paths. At the end of the fork in the road was a curtain wall made of a row of towering wooden piles.
The curtain wall is covered with climbing plants, with yellow flowers that bloom in the wind in summer.
The man bent down, raised his hand, and casually scratched a long hanging vine. Accompanied by a harsh "squeak" sound, the door opened at an unexpected place behind the curtain wall.
From behind a small crack in the door, a head with a sallow complexion and messy hair poked out. The man looked like a down-and-out man who hadn't bathed in eight hundred years. His eyelids were so droopy that it was almost impossible to see his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Monk?"
"People." The pig butcher replied, "take away the goods."
The man hid half of his body behind the door, crouched and silent, his mouth opened to reveal yellow teeth, and he handed out a very old-looking kerosene miner's lamp. The butcher reached out to take it, but unexpectedly the old man Hiding.
"Not you, give it to her."
The man raised his chin at Nan Fuguang with a hoarse voice.
Nan Fuguang took the lamp with an inexplicable expression. The lamp lit up without fire the moment it touched her hand. Seeing this, the man behind the door straightened up slightly and looked at the pig butcher: "You know Rules, we don’t do monks’ business.”
Nan Fuguang was furious: "No! Let me ask you a question! Do you believe him when he says he is a mortal? Are you so strict with me?"
"She is not a monk." The pig-butcher said calmly, "She is my wife. She was born with mixed spiritual roots."
Cultivation into immortality and entry into Taoism are all about heavenly opportunities. Whether a person has the cyclonic consciousness sea and then enters the immortal gate is all unknown. Monks and monks may not necessarily have descendants of monks, and mortals and mortals are also born with single spiritual roots and choose to cultivate immortality. Those who enter the Tao.
And usually monks are unlikely to intermarry with mortals, unless they really only have miscellaneous spiritual roots that are not worth mentioning, and are essentially no different from mortals.
The man behind the door believed the butcher's words again, and his vigilant look retreated a little. He turned around and stared at Nan Fuguang again and again. This man was probably a monk, trying to distinguish Nan Fuguang the way monks distinguish monks. What level is light?——
But what's the use?
Yunshang Tianzun couldn't tell her whereabouts at a glance.
The man looked for a long time and found no result. At this time, the pig butcher asked: "Have you seen enough? Do you want proof?"
The old man nodded immediately and stopped looking at Nan Fuguang.
Looking at the pig butcher, he said something shocking: "I've seen enough, I want to prove it. If you prove it, kiss her."
"?"
Nan Fuguang was dumbfounded as he carried the shiny kerosene miner's lamp, thinking it was ridiculous.
"Wait! Can a kiss prove that you are really your wife?"
The gatekeeper "Gaga" was happy: "Female cultivators will not let mortal men kiss, they would rather die."
Nan Fuguang was just about to vehemently refute such discriminatory views, when he heard the pig butcher respond very naturally and carry her from a step away to him——
Before she could react, the tall body pressed down on her.
The index finger was bent, and the knuckles hooked her chin.
"Don't be nervous."
The deep male voice was right above the tip of her ears. This close voice only made her more nervous.
The chin was a little itchy from the thin callus. Nan Fuguang's eyes widened, his whole body stiffened, his head went blank, and the numb feeling in his tailbone reappeared.
Watching the pig butcher leaning over, his handsome and convincing face approached him——
Nan Fuguang squeezed the miner's lamp in his hand.
...scientific research, everything is for scientific research!
...Have a good banquet, don't blame me for being unkind, I am the first to show my respect to this red-walled man!
She closed her eyes sharply.
Although the smell of the strange man enveloped her, the comforting thing was that the smell was not unpleasant. There was no smell of blood or sweat mixed with pigs that she imagined a pig butcher would have. It was soap locust mixed with sunshine. The smell invaded her nasal cavity——
With her eyes closed, she seemed to be able to see the collar of the other party's dark coarse shirt that had been washed slightly white.
The slightly rough thumb pad pressed against her lips, and warm breath sprayed on her philtrum.
All her hair stood on end.
After a while, the thumb on his lips exerted a slight force. The man turned sideways at an angle that the gatekeeper could not see clearly, kissed the back of his hand loudly and quickly, and then straightened up.
Nan Fuguang: "..."
When she entered the gate of Montenegro Morning Market, she heard the gatekeeper laughing strangely behind her and muttering "his face is so red."
——So her face lived up to expectations and was so red that it could bleed.
It's hard for the pig butcher to remain so calm: "Well, because I just got married, she's still very fresh."
——How about you describe me the same way you describe the piggy on the chopping board?
Nan Fuguang looked at the kerosene miner's lamp in his hand and didn't think about throwing it at the head of either of the two men.
After she obediently returned the miner's lamp to the janitor, she turned around and saw the man standing behind her with his hands on his hips and a calm expression on his face.
When Nan Fuguang passed by him with a cold and noble face, he quietly asked for credit: "Don't say thank you? You wouldn't even be able to get in without me."
"Thank you!" Nan Fuguang quickened his pace, "You stink so much! It smells like pig!"
The person behind her used her long legs to follow her effortlessly. After hearing this, she was silent for a moment. When she spoke again, her tone was leisurely: "Your neck is still red now."
"..."
“Do you like the taste of pig?”
"…………"
“The taste is quite special.”
"………………"
"Walk slower, I can't keep up. My legs are not as long as you think."
“…………………………”
Nan Fuguang: Ahhhhhhhh this guy is so annoying (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻!
(End of chapter)
The author said: Hehe, I kissed you after rounding up (no)
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