After the incident was over, Xuan took Qinghe away and prepared to treat his injuries.
As soon as Qinghe arrived at the 佮轩洞府, he immediately knelt down obediently: "Uncle Master, I was wrong."
"What's wrong?" 꽮xuan asked back with a cold face.
Qinghe choked. Seeing that Uncle Mingri looked unhappy, he just said it casually. In fact, he felt that he was right.
"Uncle-master, Miss Zhao is really not the murderer. I have been discussing Taoism with her all night. Junior Sister Xi has a precious treasure to protect her. She cannot be... killed by a baby." The voice became lower and lower as he uttered the last few words.
"She is indeed not stupid, but you are. A baby dared to challenge a combined monk and was almost beaten to death by him. She is really promising."
Qinghe said: "If my disciple had not taken action, Miss Zhao would have been beaten to death."
꽮xuan sighed when he heard this. Although the disciple he taught was a little stupid, he had a good heart.
껩... Fortunately, I stopped it.
Xuan had a premonition that if Zhao Zhaodi died in Tianxing Sect, something bad would happen.
"Today's incident was all caused by a relationship between a son and a daughter. Since you don't like Elder Xi's daughter, why don't you just reject her clearly? Your hesitation and indecision gave her hope, and she continued to pester you, which led to the current disaster. When it comes to emotional matters, you have to make a decision when necessary, otherwise it will only cause more trouble and harm."
Qinghe felt a little aggrieved, "I have clearly refused many times, but it doesn't work."
He is not as powerful as Uncle Mingri, who can use his realm drop to force back the persistent gluttons.
꽮xuan felt a bit speechless when he saw Qinghe's look.
Qinghe: I feel like my uncle-master has rejected me.
"This is the elixir I just refined." Seeing that 꽮玄 had almost finished criticizing, Xiao Xiao walked over and handed the elixir over.
"Thank you." Qinghe took it, and after trying to hold back, he couldn't help but blush and said, "Anything else? Brother Qing and his junior brothers were injured while protecting me. I can pay you with spirit stones."
They shouldn't be so reckless, because the battle a few days ago had used up all their medicinal pills.
There is nowhere to buy it now.
Xiao Xiao: "...I will refine a few more furnaces later."
After saying that, Xiao Xiao turned to look at Xiao Xuan who was standing beside him: "Yan Yan sent a letter. She has already asked a group of disciples to refine a lot of pills. Would you like to arrange for someone to go get a batch first?"
You can't do without pills to protect yourself.
꽮轩 hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Qinghe and said, "Take 그 to get it."
Now he is dizzy with love, he'd better go out and clear his head.
Qinghe was stunned, with an expression of disbelief on his face, "Uncle Master, I'm still injured..."
How could you bear to let him go out?
Besides, he was guarding Miss Zhao, and couldn't let Elder Xi cause trouble for her.
"What you have in your hand is the 궝品培꽮丹, which can definitely cure your injury. Besides, I'm just taking the elixir, not asking you to fight with the enemy." Xiao Xiao added.
Qinghe's hand holding the pill trembled. What kind of pill is this?
"However, their cultivation is still a little low. What if they are robbed?"
Xuan felt that what Xiao Xiao said made sense, "I will mention it to the head brother and let him make the arrangements."
Seeing that his departure was a done deal, Qinghe stopped struggling and just hung his head.
*
The mortal world.
Deep in the mountains, hidden among towering trees, there is a forgotten hillside with more than 200 tombs densely distributed on it.
These tombs are simple and old, with years leaving indelible marks on their surfaces. Some are covered with moss, while others are tilted in the wind and rain.
A woman in black was walking among them. She squatted down and carefully cleaned the moss on each grave. She wiped the tombstones clean.
As the sun rose higher, the woman collected wild flowers growing near the cemetery. She picked the most brilliant ones and carefully placed them on each grave.
Then she took out a bundle of thin incense sticks from the basket and burned incense and paper money at each grave.
"Today is March 3rd, and I'm here to burn paper money for you again." The woman in black knelt on the ground, constantly adding paper money to the brazier with her hands.
"I have killed most of my enemies. Now I only have one left, but it will be quick."
"You guys should spend this money slowly. I used to burn rice for you regularly, but I may not do that anymore."
"Maybe after I go down, I'll have to ask you to give me some."
"It's been more than two hundred years. I wonder how many of you are left. Have you all been reincarnated? I don't care about the others. At least leave one of you to wait for me and come pick me up when the time comes."
The woman in black sat in front of the grave and muttered for a long time. When all the paper money she brought was turned into ashes, she stood up and patted the ashes off her body.
She took out a half fox mask from her arms, put it on, and stepped away from the hilltop full of hills.
Time will wash away everything. After more than two hundred years of baptism, the originally devastated town is now thriving.
The morning sun shines on the town, and the sunlight dancing gently on the simple tiled houses makes each house vivid and warm.
Willow trees sway gently on both sides of the street, accompanied by fresh air and occasional bird calls, forming a peaceful picture.
The townspeople began a new busy day. The fishermen returned with the fruits of their night catch, while the women rolled up their sleeves and began to prepare ingredients for three meals a day.
Children are playing at the entrance of the village. Their laughter is as clear as heavenly music. Their figures chasing and playing make the town full of life and energy.
Merchants set up their stalls, advertising a wide variety of goods, from fresh fruits and vegetables to exquisite handicrafts. The dazzling array of goods attracts passers-by to stop by.
All of these have one thing in common: their eyes are full of longing for the future.
"Hahaha. Ouch."
A little girl with two pigtails was chasing and playing with a smaller boy, and then she bumped into him unexpectedly. Because of the recoil, the girl fell to the ground with one foot.
"Wa wah wah." The girl burst into tears because of the pain.
"Don't cry, sister. I'll give you my eggs today..."
The girl continued to cry.
"If you don't cry anymore, how about I buy you some candied haws?" a gentle voice sounded.
When she heard the word "tanghulu", the girl looked up subconsciously and then froze.
"The mask, the fox is nice looking."
The woman bent down and helped the girl up from the ground, only then she realized that they were both barefoot and not wearing shoes.
The two children saw the woman looking at their feet and shrank their feet shyly.
"Sister, don't cry. It's Tanghulu." The girl said timidly.
"Okay, I'll take you there."
The woman led the little girl towards the stall selling candied haws and loquats. "Boss, how much is a string of candied haws and loquats?"
"Two cents a string." Seeing that there was business coming, the boss said happily.
"Pretty sister." The boy suddenly pinched the corner of his clothes and whispered, "I want to."
"Two skewers then."
"Okay, this is Tanghulu, please keep it."
The woman bent down and handed two sticks of candied haws to the two children.
"Thank you, sister. You are so kind." The girl took it happily.
The woman was stunned. Can she calculate it well?
The boy licked the candied haws and retorted to the girl, "You are wrong. It should be "Thank you, pretty sister."
"Oh." The girl nodded like a little kid and changed the topic to: "Thank you, beautiful sister."
A woman's voice came from a distance: "Zhao Di, Sister You, where have you been? And you're not wearing shoes!"
"Here I come, mother!"
"Sister, we'll leave first. Thank you for the candied haws. Goodbye!"
After the two kids finished talking, they grabbed the candied haws and ran away with their legs spread out.
From a distance, I could still hear the conversation between the woman and the two little ones.
"Where did you get the candied haws in your hands?"
"A beautiful sister bought it for us."
"You two stupid kids, how can you eat my food so casually? What if my family kidnaps you?"
"No, mother, it was my sister who bumped into her and she fell down and started crying. That pretty sister bought it for me to comfort her. She is a good girl, not a bad girl."
"How many times have I told you that you can't just take things from home? Have you said thank you?"
"I said..."
The sound became farther and farther away until it could no longer be heard.
"The girl is kind-hearted." The voice of a vendor selling candied haws came to my ears.
This brought the woman back to her senses from the names of the two children, and when she realized what the other person was saying, she lowered her eyes.
She is not a good person. Countless people have died in her hands. Those people called her a devil.
It's just that mortals are ignorant and deceived by a little kindness, and mistakenly take the devil as a good person.
No, there is another nun who has poor eyesight.
"Girl?" the vendor called again.
The woman came to her senses and said, "Give me another string of candied haws."
"Okay."
The woman took the candied haws and took a bite. It tasted just like what she remembered.
“Have you had an easy time these years?”
"Well, that's it. We rely on God's blessing for our food. There was less rain this year, so the crops in the fields were not much. Fortunately, the government reduced some taxes, so we can survive by eating two meals a day and some porridge."
"What do you think of the current emperor?" the woman asked casually.
"Well, why not? Since the current emperor came to power, we common people may not have enough food to eat, but we will not starve to death. He also often sends censors to inspect. If a local official bullies the people, we can report him to the censor and chop off his head."
The woman nodded and said nothing.
The vendor got excited and looked around. Seeing no one paying attention to this place, he whispered, "The emperors before were not so good. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"I heard from my father that something happened when my wife's grandfather was a child. The emperor at that time was a tyrant, licentious and immoral, which angered the gods, so the gods sent down punishments, and all the royal relatives and nobles died, even half of the officials died."
"Heavenly punishment?"
"Yes, it is a punishment from heaven. I heard that the blood in the entire palace flowed into the streets. It's terrible. Otherwise, why do you think the current emperor is so diligent and caring for the people? Isn't it because he is afraid that God will blame him again?"
The woman nodded casually as a response.
"So God has eyes and can't do evil to us at will. It would be great if God could send down another rain so that the seedlings in the fields can get enough water and we won't have to go hungry next year." The vendor sighed.
"It's going to rain." The woman said casually.
"Thank you for your good words."
The woman stopped talking, finished the last candied haws, and left.
"Girl... strange, you left so soon?" the vendor muttered.
Suddenly a drop of water fell on his face.
The vendor looked up and saw that the originally cloudless sky was instantly covered by dark clouds. One drop, two drops of rain began to fall to the ground, making a crisp sound.
“It’s raining, it’s raining!”
"That's great, hahaha."
The people on the street cheered.
"Hey, it really rained, that girl is amazing!"
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