Su Bei lay on the rocking chair and sighed sadly, rocking the chair gently, his eyes lazily looking at the snow-covered green mountains in the distance and the misty white clouds in the blue sky.
Everything is so beautiful.
Life is so ordinary.
——Su Bei has already thought about the funding matter.
As long as all the fairy pigs in the pig pen are sold to the major ancient countries, selling them tens of thousands of taels for each fairy pig is not too much, right?
After all, this pig has lived longer than a normal person, even his grandfather.
But this kind of pig is only worth some money alive. If it is turned into cooked meat, it may not be sold at a high price.
After all, don’t everyone buy fairy pigs just for the sake of a curiosity?
Who hasn’t eaten cooked pork? Who hasn’t seen it?
Then Su Bei took out the [Destiny Dice] awarded to him by the system from his pocket.
This is an ordinary-looking dice. Su Bei didn’t know what it was used for, so he muttered:
"How does this thing get triggered?"
Just from the name, I guess it is a prop related to luck.
Although Su Bei has the title of the so-called 'Son of Destiny', luck is something invisible and intangible. Who dares to leave fate to Cun Cui's luck?
Su Bei curled his lips and put the [Destiny Dice] back into the storage ring, and said to himself:
"The rotten Kung Fu book my disciple was holding in his hand just now should be the one [The Protagonist Must Practice Kung Fu]!"
"Sure enough! I knew that skill was definitely extraordinary!"
"It only took a moment for Xiao Ruoqing to realize the sense of Qi!"
"..."
Thinking of this, Su Bei narrowed his eyes and said quietly:
"I didn't expect that what the book said might be damaged due to some indescribable external force was actually true!"
"I don't know why it was damaged?"
"By the way, what was that thing about just now?"
"What does she want to do?"
"..."
Su Bei frowned and carefully recalled the conversation just now!
A girl with wet tears, hooked stockings, blue knees, biting red lips, an expression of wanting to refuse but welcoming?
Then what did you say?
Su Bei looked at the blue sky, at the scurrying geese, at the white clouds, at the wisps of green smoke not far away...
With the breeze blowing and the sunshine shining, everything is lazy.
In the peaceful Bujian Peak, the blue sky gradually turns gray, as if the jasper has been burned by fire...
Um?
Smoked and grilled?
...Wait a minute?
This prodigal thing seems to be talking about burning ancestral graves?
"I have a mother-in-law!"
A carp stood up from the rocking chair, and cold sweat poured out from Su Bei's back in an instant.
Su Bei took a deep breath and looked at the increasingly strong fire not far away, looking in that direction!
That is the direction of the ancestral tomb of Bujian Peak!
Blazing flames, burning flames!
It seems to be telling the unyielding feeling in my heart!
Fight? Fight!
With the humblest dream!
To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night!
Su Bei took a breath of cold air, with a panic look on his face:
next moment!
The frightened voice came from the thatched cottage!
"My pig!"
"My pig!"
"Don't burn my pig!"
"..."
Then Su Bei's figure disappeared from the place in an instant.
Ancestral grave: "..."
...
Xiao Ruoqing walked briskly and looked at everything in front of her!
A small pigsty is built next to the water, and the blue-tiled wooden building is reflected in the mist.
There are three taels of peaches and plums planted in front of the ancestral hall. The branches are as vigorous as ancient times and have not been pruned.
The birds fly back and forth between the branches, their cries are crisp and tender.
I took a deep breath, and then looked at the beautiful scene in front of me: Qingqing Guest House Winter Snow Queen.
Pure and refreshing!
The lazy fairy pigs next to them saw someone coming, screamed a few times, and then lay down in the pig pen again.
Xiao Ruoqing then bowed to the stone tablet in front of the ancestral grave, lit a fire and threw it over.
Looking at the little flames that were lighting up little by little, and then at the fairy pig who was watching all this with curiosity, an elegant arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Ancestor! Ruoqing wishes you a happy New Year..."
"Burn it, burn it cleanly."
"hey-hey......"
...
Sword Sect, Sword Washing Pond.
A group of Sword Sect disciples are honing their swords here!
After all, for sword cultivators.
Concentrated will can break through stubborn rocks!
The sword in your hand is everything!
And the quality of a sword also determines the upper limit of sword cultivation to a large extent!
After the Sword Sect lost the Qingping Sword a thousand years ago, the head of the Sword Sect, Shangguan Wenwen, resolutely left the Sword Sect to find the peerless sword!
After all, without Qingping Sword, it would be difficult for the Sword Sect to stand at the top of the twenty-one states!
A corner of the red sun shines through, spreading its brilliance.
You can vaguely hear the voices of Sword Sect disciples talking:
"Senior brother, when will our Sword Sect become number one in 985..."
"Hey! Don't talk about being the first. Now I will protect the Sword Sect from falling out of the ranks of 985 during the Twenty-One State Competition in a while. If you keep cultivating, 985 will become a second class...
..”
"If the leader was still here, how could our Sword Sect be like this! Damn it!"
"..."
The young disciple looked at the reflection in the water angrily and slashed the sword in his hand.
The tall disciple next to him sighed and said slowly:
"The leader went to look for Qingping Sword, and so many years have passed in the blink of an eye..."
"That's right! Without the Qingping Sword, the Sword Sect is missing a killing weapon that shocks the world! I don't know when the leader will be able to find the Qingping Sword!"
"Do you think our Sword Sect will still be at the bottom in this year's enrollment? This time, the fifth elder is in charge of enrollment!"
"I feel like I'm hanging on, I guess I'll be at the bottom! After all, the fifth elder is not an almighty god! Although he is very ambitious and ambitious, every time I see the fifth elder, I can see that he is practicing hard...
"
"Yes, but the only ones who are qualified to carry the banner of the Sword Sect in the future are the fifth elders..."
"Hey! I don't know what elixir the fifth elder is practicing. Could it be that the fifth elder's alchemy skills have surpassed the third elder Mo Xingjian?"
"..."
The tall disciple looked suspiciously at the Shota disciple who suddenly said something incomprehensible.
Alchemy?
What alchemy?
I have never heard of the Five Elders practicing alchemy?
As if sensing the tall disciple's doubts, Shota pursed his lips in the direction of the Swordless Peak in the distance and said:
"Look over there! It's all smoking! It must be the Fifth Elder refining elixirs..."
"..."
The tall disciple followed Shota's gaze and looked at the 'curling' green smoke that was rising in the distance, like thick ink clouds heading straight into the sky.
It enveloped the entire Bujian Peak! There was something strange in the tranquility.
——All this is in line with the style of the Fifth Elder!
He couldn't help but suddenly realized:
"Ah! It turns out that the fifth elder can also make elixirs!"
Disciple Zhengtai nodded with deep understanding and said:
"Yes! The fifth elder is a god forever!"
"There's nothing he can't do! I don't know what elixir can have such a terrifying effect..."
The two of them exchanged words without a word.
Suddenly, a sweaty Sword Sect disciple in the distance rushed towards us eagerly.
While running, he shouted:
"It's not good! It's not good!"
"Fifth Elder! No! The ancestral grave at Bujian Peak is on fire!"