"During the Little New Year Festival, it's very lively. Xiaoqing, do you know the Jiang Clan Dance?"
Shen Qingyi shook his head honestly.
"It's said that this Little New Year's Festival is a tradition passed down from our ancestors and cannot be abolished. On the day of the Little New Year's Festival, we have to prepare many offerings to the mountain gods. We pray that the mountain gods will bless us with peace and prosperity in the coming year, as well as a good harvest."
The woman paused, knowing that they were cultivators and might not believe this, and lowered her voice mysteriously.
"Don't be so skeptical. Although I know you immortals are very powerful, the mountain god on the mountain is also very powerful! Our ancestors in this area have relied on his blessings for generations to live a better life! You also know that it is very difficult for mortal villages to live well in the world of immortal cultivation, right?"
This is not the real mortal world. It borders the world of immortals, so it is inevitable that monsters or cultivators will appear. Some monsters and cultivators will not say anything about not killing indiscriminately.
"What does this have to do with that mountain god?"
The woman looked at the distant mountains, her eyes full of piety.
"Of course it's related. It's because of the existence of the mountain god that our area is free from the scourge of monsters. And it's not just that. You don't know that there was once a great war between immortals in the Northern Territory, which caused a huge surge of sea water. It flooded several towns and many villages disappeared, but our villages in the ice area were completely unscathed!"
The woman was a little proud.
"That's all thanks to the mountain god! Our area isn't particularly high, but we've avoided countless disasters. So, during the Little New Year's Festival, every household prepares precious items to offer sacrifices to the mountain god, asking him to bless us! Since you're here, maybe you can ask for something. Xiaoqing, although you look a little young, you could also ask for a marriage or something."
Seeing the woman's somewhat superstitious look, the old man in the Nascent Soul stage beside her couldn't help but frown.
This is the ancestor of their Lingdao Sect who is in the fusion stage!
Which mountain god should I ask for help in finding a partner?
Isn't this bullshit?
However, without Shen Qingyi's permission, none of them could act rashly.
A team has only one leader, which is something they must follow. Even in terms of seniority, he can be called Shen Qingyi's uncle.
But in the world of cultivating immortals, strength is respected.
"Is it that powerful?"
Seeing that Shen Qingyi was interested, the woman spoke even more excitedly.
"It's so effective! There are even some people from other places who heard about our Little New Year Festival and came here specially! When the time comes, ask your Uncle Yan to prepare some meat for you to offer to the mountain god!"
Shen Qingyi smiled and nodded.
The old man in the Nascent Soul stage beside him received the news and frowned in disapproval.
"Xiaoqing, we are cultivators. Cultivators go against the will of heaven. We cannot believe those things."
The woman was a little unhappy when she heard his words.
"Sir, please don't disbelieve me. This area of Han Bing has been under the protection of the gods for generations!"
In their hearts, mountain gods are more powerful than monks.
After all, those immortals who are monks often talk about cause and effect, and that they should leave the mortal world and not interfere in the affairs of the mortal world.
Even when they see natural disasters and man-made disasters in the mortal world, most people just watch coldly and say that it is fate and cause and effect.
But the mountain god is different!
It was not until the evening that Lao Yan and Wang Shang came back.
The woman was also surprised when she saw the big thing the two men carried back.
"Old Yan, how did you hunt this wild boar? Wow, it's so big!"
The woman put down the work in her hands and kept circling around the wild boar.
Old Yan scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
"This wild boar is all thanks to Wang Shang. I didn't expect him to be so skilled!"
The woman rolled her eyes at him.
"You still don't believe me! I'm an immortal!"
The woman was still somewhat unhappy about what the Yuanying old man said.
After all, this is like a conflict of beliefs, and others ridicule you for believing in something worthless.
Old Yan didn't notice anything and just grinned.
"Right, right, right! It's truly an immortal technique!"
Wang Shang gave Shen Qingyi a look.
After he and Lao Yan went to the mountain, they always followed Shen Qingyi's words and did not use any spiritual power, but only practiced some boxing and kicking skills.
But even so, he could easily deal with the wild boars in the mortal world.
But you have to pretend to be more realistic.
"No, to be honest, if I didn't have your experience, Uncle Yan, I might have alarmed this big guy right from the start!"
Old Yan started laughing again.
Old Yan's move was quite significant, so naturally other villagers in the village also received the news. Soon, a group of villagers gathered outside Old Yan's yard.
The villagers were all amazed when they saw the big wild boar lying in the yard.
After all, such a big guy, on normal days, might take more than a dozen young and strong people to take down.
"Old Yan! Where did you get this big wild boar? Did you kill it? I can't tell!"
Old Yan laughed heartily and straightened his back.
"This was taken by my niece's friend and me! He's an immortal! He naturally knows some immortal tricks!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the people around couldn't help but look at the four people in the yard who were obviously strangers.
Shen Qingyi and the others have excellent hearing.
"Immortals!? These are the immortals?!"
"What are they doing in our village?"
"We didn't do anything wrong, did we?"
"Aren't these immortals relatives of Lao Yan? They might be here to visit relatives."
"Old Yan is so lucky to have a relative who is an immortal."
Even the chief of Hanbing Village rushed over.
But he was not after the wild boar, but for the immortal mentioned in the news.
Seeing that there were only four of them, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"So it's the Immortal who visited my Ice Village. If there are any inconveniences, please don't blame me!"
When the people around saw the village chief coming, they all made way for him.
"Village chief, you're here! Old Yan's family hunted a big wild boar!"
"Isn't the Little New Year's Festival coming up in a few days? Now our village has a good offering! We will definitely have the mountain god's blessing in the coming year!"
The surrounding villagers quickly shifted their attention from the wild boar to the Little New Year Festival. After all, the Little New Year Festival is the most important festival of the year for them, even more important than the Chinese New Year.
The old man was holding a cane, and Shen Qingyi could tell at first glance that among the people present, he had the most blood on his body.
Shen Qing smiled and shook his head.
"Village chief, we are just here to see Uncle Yan. There is nothing inconsiderate about that. If you don't mind, you can treat me as a junior. This is my friend, and these two are my uncles. After we visit Uncle Yan, we will leave in a few days."
Hearing that they would leave and only come to visit relatives, the village chief couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
A smile appeared on his face.
"No, no! Now that the immortals are here, we have to entertain them well."
Although the world of immortals has little to do with them.
But the village chief still knew that he could not offend the immortal at will.
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