"Aww, it's delicious!" Xiaohuan ate the meat with a big mouthful, his mouth was full of oil, and his little head was almost buried in the bowl.
She was adopted by her grandfather as a child and lived in the open air. She had never tasted such delicious food.
Zhou Yixian sat on the table, looking around at the passers-by and the fox that occasionally jumped up and down on various rooftops, not afraid of people at all, still puzzled.
In this world, even if he can't do something easily, who else can do it?
Who is he? He is a living immortal. He has lived for hundreds of years. He can even say arrogantly, "I am very talented and knowledgeable. There is nothing in the world that I don't know."
There are hundreds of thousands of mountains in southern Xinjiang, sixty-three kinds of alien races, witchcraft, treacherous ways, the ghost world, endless swamps, Qingyun Gate, and Tianyin Temple.
Even the "Strange Stories of Gods and Demons": an ancient book that claims to record all the strange phenomena of heaven and earth, rare treasures, rare birds and animals, demons and monsters, was compiled and compiled by him borrowing books from his predecessors.
It can be said that there is basically nothing in the world that he does not know about, but now something went wrong in a small village.
impossible!
There must be some misunderstanding there!
"Xiaohuan, how much did you sell that pig? Did anyone give you a hard time? Is there anything strange about it?" Yiyi Xian asked her granddaughter cordially.
As a fortune teller, he is fully curious about the unknown.
Xiaohuan tilted his head and thought for a while: "That Hu accountant is pretty good. Seeing that it's not easy for me to lead a wild boar, he gave me an extra tael of silver.
As for the pigs to be sold, according to them, they must first be inspected to make sure they are disease-free and pain-free, and then raised outside the village for a month before being put into a large pig pen in the back mountain for collective breeding.
Moreover, the most strict place in Hujia Village is the place where rabbits and pigs are raised. No strangers are allowed to approach. Even locals in Hujia Village are prohibited from approaching outsiders as long as they come into contact with them.
The other thing is that there are a lot of foxes in this village, and there is also a little yellow cat who is very domineering. He robbed my candied haws, and when I told him something, he actually came to beat me.
Then I fought with him directly in the street, and in the end if a sister hadn't come over, I would have almost won!"
As he said this, Xiaohuan took out a golden hair from his pocket with some pride: "Grandpa, look, I bit this off the cat's butt."
Zhou Xian:......
As the granddaughter of the most powerful fortune teller in the world, she is one of the secret branches left behind by Patriarch Qingyun. Based on seniority, she can be regarded as the elder of ‘Daoxuan’, the head of the Qingyun Sect, the largest sect of righteousness.
What is this guy so proud of when he beats a cat?
And if others don’t know that Hu accountant, why doesn’t he know it? Isn’t it the contemporary leader of the Ghost King Sect, the Ghost King, a rare major sect in the Demon Sect?
This guy is cunning, vicious, and thoughtful. Apart from his bad luck, he definitely looks like a hero. Now this mighty ghost king is willing to be a small accountant.
There must be something fishy about this!
…
at night.
Zhou Yixian stood secretly at the tall building standing on the hill behind the village: the pig farm.
It is said that hundreds of pigs, both domestic pigs and wild boars, are raised here at the same time. It contains various secret recipes of Hujiacun. No one is allowed to watch, not even official visitors.
But who is he? He is the world's number one fortune teller. He is best at the Five Elements Escape Technique and foot oiling. Countless people have tried to kill him for hundreds of years, but they have always escaped.
This is an expert.
He suspected that this pig farm was the key to the Ghost King Sect's current changes, and there must be some conspiracy in it.
For example: On the surface, the ghost king Zongming uses grain to raise pigs. Is it possible that he uses humans to feed the pigs and cultivate demons?
How terrible would it be to wait in the future when the demons and pigs become organized, put on heavy armor, and attack the mountains collectively?
For the sake of the peace of the world and the common people, even his old bones had no choice but to take risks.
Tiptoeing, sneaking, and using the power of runes, he avoided the open whistles of three little foxes and the secret whistles of five adult vixens, and gradually approached the mysterious pig farm gate.
The truth will soon be revealed.
"Meow~"
Standing at the door was a little kitten no bigger than a palm, tilting its head to look at the sneaky old man. Under the faint moonlight at night, the little yellow cat even had a golden brilliance all over its body. At first glance, it was obvious that it was a strange beast.
Zhou Xian breathed a sigh of relief.
According to the information, although there are slightly more cats in Hujia Village than in other villages, there is only one in this village, and that is the little yellow cat that fought with his granddaughter during the day.
This guy can't even beat his own granddaughter. At first glance, he looks good but useless.
Haha, take a look!
"ah!"
…
Early the next morning, Xiaohuan got up early and went to the back of the inn to clean up her personal hygiene. Then she walked to her grandfather's room with a basin of water, ready to help him wash up.
According to usual habits, if she doesn't wash her grandpa, he usually doesn't bother to wash her. After that, she chatters and sighs all the way, saying that her granddaughter is not filial, that she dislikes this, and is dissatisfied with that.
Only after washing up the next day, grandpa's mental state will be refreshed. My granddaughter is so filial. I picked up a good baby.
"Squeak~"
When he opened the door and took a look, Xiaohuan looked surprised.
Inside the house, my grandfather, who was very old, was tied up in a strange shape with a red rope, his hands and feet were behind his back and hung from the roof beam, with something stuffed in his mouth.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohoo scenario way, way that way..."
Alas, he, the best fortune teller in the world, failed at the claws of a little yellow cat. He made a mistake and was careless!
Xiaohuan walked in and looked straight at Baguio, who was drinking tea on the table in the room, and the little yellow cat who was laughing at him triumphantly.
"What do you want, one person does the work and the other takes responsibility? Let my grandpa go! Isn't it just me who bit your cat? At worst, I'll just let him bite you in the same position once!"
If it doesn’t work once, try ten times!”
The little yellow cat was startled and fell into deep thought.
This seems like a good deal!
Baguio, who was calm at first, suddenly became furious.
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After snapping the case, the girl said angrily: "Do you know what your grandfather did? He escaped from the police at night and actually wanted to investigate the pig farm. Do you know how much effort I have put into this pig farm?"
As an outsider, if he walked in casually, he could easily infect the pigs inside with diseases. Then all my efforts over the past few days would have been in vain.
According to the rules of my Hujia Village, this is a serious crime and should be punished!"
"ah?"
Xiaohuan looked at grandpa in surprise.
Didn’t he claim that there was no place in the world that he couldn’t go to? How could he still get caught when he went to small pig pens?
Faced with the questioning eyes of his precious granddaughter, Zhou Yixian's face turned red.
There is no guarantee for the late festival!
After pondering for a moment, the clever Xiaohuan suddenly thought of something. If Hujiacun wanted to kill him, he would have killed her long ago. There was no need to wait for her to come over.
Grandpa can't run away, so what threat can she pose as a little girl?
"What do you want?"
Baguio smiled slightly: "Little girl, you are very smart. Everything must have a price. I heard Master Le said that you and your grandson can tell fortunes, so that means you are proficient in arithmetic?
In this way, I will give you one year to help our Hu Village cultivate thirty accountants, and this matter will be forgotten."
In the past few days, the Ghost King and Uncle Qinglong had complained to her more than once. There were more and more pigs and rabbits, and the accounts were becoming more and more difficult to calculate. Even counting the numbers every day was a kind of torture for them.
Use your spiritual sense, it's too disgusting, don't use it, you can't count them one by one. There are also tribesmen who take care of them, and then they eat them themselves.
The money in the warehouse, the amount of grain consumed and stored, and the village's daily expenditure and income. If these things are not clear and confused, it will be impossible for the farm to develop smoothly.
Xiao Huan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's a deal!"
This request is too simple for the two of them.
Baguio waved his hand.
"Shua~"
A golden stream of light flashed around Zhouxian.
"Puff puff puff~"
The rope snapped at the sound.
"Pa~"
Zhou Xian's eyes widened and he fell to the ground.
Baguio went out with his hands behind his back.
"A school is being built in the south of the village. It should be completed tonight. From today on, you two will live there for one year until the training is over.
If you need anything, you can directly ask Xiao Hei, the gatekeeper for you, and he will purchase it for you."
Sitting on the ground and grinning, while letting his granddaughter give him a massage, Zhouxian looked at the back of the girl who was leaving with some surprise.
"At such a young age, he has reached the realm of expelling objects, and his whole body is full of pure energy. What he is practicing is not the second volume of the Heavenly Book owned by the Ghost King Sect. What is going on?"
Xiaohuan was a little confused: "Grandpa, why are you going to see someone else's pigsty? You don't want to steal someone else's pigs, right? Didn't you teach me since I was a kid that stealing someone else's things is wrong?"
Zhouxian:???
After a moment of silence, the old man became angry and said, "What do children know? Just go and play!"
Xiaohuan pouted.
.....
In the evening, Hujia Village is quiet and beautiful. The mountains in the distance are like black clouds, and the nearby fields and villages are bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.
At this time, a middle-aged scribe came back from outside the village feeling disappointed.
The Ghost King's eyes were deep and melancholy, as if he were hiding endless thoughts, and his steps were slow and heavy.
Originally, he thought that the activities in Hujiacun would attract the attention of those righteous sects, but it turned out that he seemed to have overestimated his importance in the eyes of the righteous sect.
After going out to inquire carefully, he discovered that this remote village was almost indifferent to those righteous sects. Some wealthy families even owned an entire state, hundreds of thousands of acres of fertile land.
Compared to those small Hujia Villages, selling some rice and salt is nothing. Unless he sets up a caravan to sell large quantities all over the world.
The key is that those who came to the village to buy rice and salt, even if they were caught and beaten to death, would not tell where they bought them from, making him think that those guys were one of his own.
This is so uncomfortable!
Of course, the most important thing is that a big event happened recently at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain. It is said that someone wiped out the entire Caomiao Village at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain, leaving no chickens or dogs behind.
Such a method, and the courage to act at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain, can be said to have shocked the Holy Sect, severely boosted everyone's morale, and diverted the attention of all righteous people.
But what surprised the Ghost King was that after asking around, he found that this matter was not done by anyone in the Holy Sect.
This is strange!
Is it a hidden branch of the Holy Sect, or are those righteous bull-nosed or bald donkeys who have been apathetic for a long time and have nothing to do but slaughter a village for fun?
Shaking his head, the Ghost King didn't want to think so much anymore and went back to raising pigs.
In fact, it doesn't matter if the righteous path doesn't come. The Ghost King Sect uses the endless blood and souls of the pigs and rabbits to grow in strength. Decades later, even if the righteous path doesn't come, he can defeat them.
Not a big problem.
He has already thought out the Ghost King Sect's strategy for the next twenty years, in nine words: Build walls high, accumulate grain widely, and slowly become king!
Hey hey hey!
With a stern look on his face, the Ghost King walked back to the village calmly.
"Come on, everyone, read it to me, one one makes one, one two makes two...three seven twenty-one..."
The Ghost King was very surprised.
When did there be a school in the village? And why are you working so hard? It’s getting late and you’re still not sleeping?
But he remembered that everyone was not like this before.
Back then, the ghost king of the previous generation discovered a treasure land on a small island in the south. As long as he dropped grain seeds and set up a weeding and insect-repelling circle, he could harvest grain four times a year.
From then on, at night, after having a full meal, everyone would chat outside at most, and then go back to sleep one by one to create humans.
So much so that he couldn't even live in the cave, so he had to build a Hujia Village.
Reading and studying? Aren’t you doing this just to eat and drink enough? Now that you are full and full, why do you still need to study and study?
These were the exact words those Fox clan members replied to Xiao Chi with such confidence that they almost made Xiao Chi angry to death.
Standing at the door of the school, the Ghost King saw at a glance that the old man at the top, with white beard and hair, and an immortal spirit, was actually an acquaintance: Zhou Xian.
Back then, the black-hearted old man took the elite members of the Holy Cult to Qingyun Mountain, but they were wiped out by the Immortal-killing Sword Formation. Then the younger generation of the Qingyun Sect rushed straight into the temple, frightening the Holy Cult members and fleeing in all directions.
As the chief disciple of the Ghost King Sect at that time, he naturally had to serve his master who returned from a serious injury. Soon after his master died, he simply stayed anonymous and traveled around the world.
Then I got to know Zhou Xian.
Although this guy seems unreliable, I have to admit that he is very knowledgeable and has amazing experience. He can know all the news about any house in the world, as if he has been there personally.
So the two of them traveled around the world together, drank and ate meat, and became close friends.
The key point is that this guy's fortune-telling is almost always inaccurate. One day he made a fortune-telling on a whim and actually said that he would lose his wife and daughter in middle age.
Can this be tolerated?
After he left in a rage, who knew that Yiyi Xian's son was targeted by a demon, and when he came back, the young man was already exhausted.
Lao Zhou was also disheartened. After settling his son's funeral affairs, he said goodbye and left.
Now that I think about it, it seems that the two of them have not seen each other for decades. Unexpectedly, this old guy still has snacks and even knows to come over to teach in Hujiacun. Isn't this just giving up?
"Pa~"
The Ghost King slapped him enthusiastically: "Old Zhou, why are you here?"
Zhou Yixian turned around, looked carefully, and looked surprised: "Why is your daughter not dead yet?"
