He is a big farmer and can be considered a wealthy family.
It's just that the old sow raised at home recently kept screaming in the middle of the night for some reason.
And every few days, one of them disappears.
I found someone to watch in the middle of the night and nothing happened.
But as long as people are away, this kind of thing will happen again.
You can't send people to guard the pig pen every night.
Ge Dali initially suspected that it was man-made, but he also felt that with such a tight defense, it was unlikely that anyone would be so bold.
After someone reminded me, I suspected that it was a demon.
So I found Wanshi Pavilion.
It's just been hanging out for more than half a month, and no one has taken up this commission.
After all, which practitioner has nothing to do and is willing to go to the pig pen to investigate.
Li Pingan nodded thoughtfully.
This task is just right for him, with zero risk.
Fifteen spiritual stones are nothing to others.
But it is already a high return for Li Pingan.
"Leave this matter to me."
Ge Dali was overjoyed.
It was still early, so Dangjie let the kitchen set up a table full of good wine and delicious food.
After having enough wine and food, the sky gradually darkened.
Li Ping'an asked Ge Dali to prepare a piece of rice paper for him and wrote a big character with a knight pen.
"hidden"
Then he put it on his forehead to hide his breath,
Let Ge Dali and others carry out business as usual.
He secretly lurked in a corner of the pigsty and hid.
Waiting for the culprit to appear.
The moon was dim, the stars were sparse, and the whole earth seemed to be asleep.
Li Pingan took out the Drizzle Flying Sword from his sleeve.
Although the sword-raising gourd was kept in Wanshi Pavilion, Li Ping'an took out the Xiaoyu Feijian beforehand.
Li Ping'an did not wait foolishly, and the energy in his body was rising and falling.
Both inhaling and exhaling should be deep, long, even and slow, and no part of the body should be relaxed.
Turtle Breath Kung Fu can be practiced at any time.
Apart from slow progress, there are few other drawbacks.
If you persist, you will feel a surging heat all over your body.
With a flying sword standing by as a warning, you are not afraid of a sudden attack by bad guys.
The night passed like this.
Tonight, the sow was fine and did not scream.
Li Ping'an had a hasty breakfast and left with Lao Niu, preparing to come back in the evening.
Zhang Song stood at the door of the inn holding his sword, looking into the distance.
"What are you looking at?"
"Sword Pavilion."
"Sword Pavilion?"
Zhang Song said: "There is a sword-guarding pavilion in Zhenyao Pass, which was built by a man known as the Sword Ancestor thousands of years ago.
Any sword cultivator who dies in battle at the Demon-Suppressing Pass will have his sword inserted in the sword pond of the Sword Pavilion to show his loyalty."
Li Ping'an remembered what Zhang Song had said before, "Then you came here this time to stick the sword in the sword pool?"
Zhang Song smiled and said, "This is not my sword, it belongs to a friend of mine."
In the evening, Li Pingan took Lao Niu and left the inn again.
Lurking in the sow pen.
........
For several days, Li Pingan persisted.
Zhang Song looked at Li Pingan's figure and shed tears of emotion.
So damn dedicated!!
As usual, Li Ping'an took advantage of the cover of rocks and branches.
While meditating and adjusting your breath, you observed the situation around you.
The moon is at the zenith.
The grass and trees were all covered with a layer of silvery moonlight.
Just when Li Ping'an thought there was nothing to gain tonight, he suddenly sensed a mass of aura.
oh?
The wait is finally here.
Li Ping'an suddenly became energetic.
The black shadow got into the pig pen and looked around.
Then he lay down on a sleeping sow.
Just as he was about to do something evil, a loud voice sounded.
"You brave thief! Let go of that sow."
The black shadow was startled, turned around and ran away.
Li Ping'an was not in a hurry to pursue him, as he did not know whether the other party was true or false.
If you do something here, you can easily hurt other people.
The black shadow ran farther and farther, covering more than ten miles.
Li Ping'an pointed his toes and performed the "swallow piercing the clouds" technique of shrinking to an inch.
The black shadow looked back and saw the man following him like a shadow.
The next moment, he was already in front of him.
With a "hoo" sound, he clapped his hands.
The black shadow was slammed to the ground.
"It turned out to be a fox."
The little fox collapsed to the ground, his face was pale, and he did not dare to move.
"Tell me! Why do you want to ruin the yellow-flowered gilt?"
Little fox: "I...┭┮﹏┭┮"
"Crying? Crying counts as time."
...........
On the outskirts, in a cave.
A little red fox was wrapped in gauze and lying on a stone bed.
A chubby little face, bulging and shrinking, blowing bubbles out of boredom.
At this moment, it heard the noise coming from outside the cave.
"Cousin, are you back?"
When he looked up, he saw a human being appearing in front of him.
The bubbles in the red fox's mouth burst immediately, and its expression changed drastically.
He hesitated for half a second, then decisively closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.
Use your long tail to wrap around your head.
"Can't see me~Can't see me~"
Li Ping'an asked: "Is this fool your sister or your brother?"
A slightly larger fox walked out from behind Li Pingan, "That's my cousin."
"Cousin!" the little red fox was shocked, "Why are you with humans?"
"Cousin, this is Mr. Li.
Mr. Li, this is my cousin Ahong."
There are two little foxes, one named Ahong and the other named Abai.
They are cousins, and the two little foxes made an engagement early on.
Demons are also divided into good and bad. One kind is devoted to cultivation, such as Ahong and Abai.
One type is like the spider spirit Li Pingan met.
It's just that sometimes, people are worse than monsters.
Although the lives of the two foxes are dull, they are warmer than anything else.
But suddenly he met a Taoist priest who was hunting monsters and cultivating them.
He shot and injured A Hong at the critical moment.
A Bai and A Hong escaped and hid in the cave.
But Ah Hong was injured, so Ah Bai could only catch some animals every few days to replenish Ah Hong's energy and blood.
"Woo~ We didn't mean to do it. When I make money, I will compensate them for the gilts."
"How old are you to cry?" Li Ping'an said, "What's more, if you steal a pig, you will steal a pig. You have to be a sheep farmer."
A Bai lowered his head and picked his little paws, "This is my first time too, so I have no experience. I will pay attention next time."
"Is there a next time?" Li Ping'an walked over and reached out to feel A Hong's pulse.
Fortunately, the injury was not too serious.
It's just that for the two little foxes with low cultivation here, they really don't know how to deal with it.
The little fox sucked a lot of pig blood. Instead of recovering, the injury to his body became more serious.
Li Ping'an thought that the wine in the sword-raising gourd should be useful to them.
But the sword-raising gourd is mortgaged in Wanshi Pavilion.
So he took out three small rolls and took out the paper from the rolls.
Write three big characters one stroke at a time on the paper, take out one and stick it on the little fox's head.