558 Many fairies in the human world

The slight smile on Yuechan's lips was like a spring breeze, as if it were the most beautiful moment in the world.

Just as everything is within one's control, like one's own mortal sword, one can sever worldly ties with a single stroke, leaving one without worries or anxieties.

Without glancing at the corpses on the ground, he was already beside the two in the blink of an eye.

She gave a slight bow and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you three."

Meng Queyi smiled slightly and gently dispersed the powerful true energy that had condensed in her hand and formed a sharp arrow.

If it weren't for the fact that Yuechan had killed the Yin God in just a moment, Meng Queyi would have also intervened to stop the Yin God and prevent any further complications.

Even if they are discovered, it will take some time, so there will be less trouble on the way.

She smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling with a hint of cuteness and mischief, as well as a sense of understanding that comes with being like herself.

She said softly, "Sister Chan, you're too kind. With my cultivation level, I hope you'll take good care of me on my journey ahead."

The smile in her eyes remained unchanged. We are all people here, each with our own destiny and ideals.

However, as a woman, there are some things that are ultimately difficult for society to accept.

Even if the ideals are lofty, to ordinary antiques, they are nothing more than children playing house, oblivious to the dangers of the world.

Da Mimi, standing to the side, was slightly crouching with her tall figure, a hint of reassurance in her eyes as she hid behind her mistress.

They curiously observed the quick and decisive battle unfolding before them.

The death and bloodshed before my eyes didn't seem to frighten me too much.

Her two long braids reached down to her waist and abdomen, with not a single strand of hair remaining.

However, at this moment, Xiao's face also showed a sigh of relief. She peeked out from behind Meng Queyi, her upper body surging, her head slightly tilted, quietly and tightly pressed against the young lady's back.

She was beautiful and refined, like a fairy from the moon palace descending to earth. She patted her chest and praised with curious eyes, "Sister Chan is amazing! She took care of these robbers who were blocking the road."

Yuechan looked at the adorable Da Mimi in front of her, and her disproportionately large breasts, and a hint of envy was conveyed through her eyes.

He secretly pondered what he would do if he were free from these constraints.

Unbound, pursuing self-realization.

In an instant, a sense of enlightenment slowly arose in his heart. From today onwards, he would probably face even more conspiracies and schemes, and he didn't know if he could handle them all.

Lost in thought, she slightly pursed her lips, revealing a faint and mysterious smile.

Their eyes sparkled with a bright light, like stars twinkling in the night sky, beautiful and profound.

The beauty of life, the sweetness of love, the sorrow of parting, and the joy of reunion.

From now on, one person will have to shoulder all the joys and sorrows of life.

Yang Mi stared in disbelief, exclaiming, "Fairy sister!"

Meng Queyi smiled gently, her soft, boneless hands gently taking the hands of Da Mimi and Yuechan.

She quietly entered the carriage, revealing a mischievous glint in her eyes, and said in a soft, practiced voice, "Uncle Chi, could you please take care of things outside?"

As for my sister, we are cultivating. We are different cultivators, with different methods. Immortality is hard to come by, so it is no exaggeration to seize every second.

But all paths lead to the same destination, and those who achieve immortality are few and far between throughout history, and they have all vanished into the long river of time.

There are a few things I'm thinking about on this trip to the border town…

Upon hearing his young lady's words, Elder Chi nodded quietly, smiled slightly, and remained silent.

I overheard whispers coming from inside.

"My sister is not only beautiful, but she was just like a fairy. I thought she was a fairy descended from heaven."

Moreover, his cultivation level is even more remarkable; he just stunned me.

If we go to the border town together, I wonder if things will be...

Yuechan quickly retorted, her face flushed, and whispered, "If Sister were to appear, I'm afraid even Piaomiaoyue, Yunsu, and the others would find it hard to resist Sister's charm. At that time..."

Old Chi decisively stopped listening, for what is improper should not be seen, and what is inappropriate should not be heard.

And since my young lady has a request, I naturally cannot be ambiguous about it.

Gently looking at the four unconscious bodies before him, still in the positions they were in life.

The few words exchanged just now gave Elder Chi a glimpse into the situation. Butler Gong was a Yin Spirit cultivator, extremely ruthless. Judging from his Yin Spirit characteristics, with black resentment clinging to him, he must have committed many evil deeds.

I vaguely remember the two newcomers, Sha and Ming, but it doesn't matter now.

However, a fleeting thought flashed through my mind.

With a few soft thuds, the four people on horseback lost their balance and fell off their horses almost simultaneously.

The blood stained the ground red and nourished the grass.

Without giving it much thought, Old Chi flashed and arrived beside the four. Starting with Steward Gong, he lightly flicked his broken sword and thoroughly searched the four for a while, his skillful touch leaving no stone unturned, not even the soles of their shoes untouched.

Ten thousand taels of silver notes, one hundred taels of gold. There were also elixirs, including a strengthening pill. These were seized from Elder Sha and Elder Ming.

Weapons and the like, I'll gladly accept them; though they're not rare treasures, they can still be sold for some money.

With a light swing of the broken sword, the ground instantly cracked open, creating a massive crater three zhang deep. The four corpses fell silently into it, like shadows being swallowed up, and all fell silent.

As the four bodies disappeared, the ground gradually returned to calm.

Sheathing his sword and standing still, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Old Chi nodded slightly and muttered to himself, "Luckily, I haven't lost my skills. I almost embarrassed myself. I really am getting old."

Buried here forever, I imagine the daily sound of carriage bells will not leave him lonely.

A sword flashed past swiftly and lightly, and the saddle and reins fell to the ground.

He patted a few horses, but didn't kill them all. He gave them a firmer pat on the rump, and the horses quickly disappeared into the dense forest.

He chuckled softly, "I'm really getting old. The horse is innocent too; I suppose a horse without restraints is truly free."

He walked slowly to the carriage, gently pulled the reins, set up the carriage, and headed into the distance.

The wind whistled past, the bright moonlight reappeared, and the place returned to peace, as if nothing had ever happened.

The east was just beginning to brighten.

The crowing of roosters at dawn echoed everywhere.

The lamp burns at midnight, the rooster crows at dawn; this is the time for a man to study.

The rooster crows at dawn beside the thatched cottage, and passersby rise to sweep the frost off their carts.

Although it is currently school holidays, insightful parents, or parents who are already accustomed to this, are urging their children to get up early and read.

"Third son, third son, get up quickly! You're on holiday, but don't fall behind in your studies."

In the morning, a middle-aged man dressed in a worn but clean long robe quickly woke up his third child, who was still sleeping.

The eldest son is sixteen years old and about to get married. During this time, he has been working in the shops in the city organized by Old Man Weng.

The wages are reasonable, and I'm not afraid of them deducting 10%.

Moreover, despite being busy and exhausted during this period, sometimes I was working overtime at night and didn't come home.