Silver Anaconda Promise
"Chi Zhao!"
A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came. The lazy big cat thought he had misheard and wagged his tail: "Big snake, did you hear the sound?"
"Hmm?" The injuries of the Green Blood Silver Boa soaking in the water were almost recovered, but her cultivation level dropped drastically, from the great perfection of foundation building to the late stage of foundation building. However, in the Asking Dao Mountain, there were mountains and waters, Chi Zhao, and so many lovely mortals, so she felt pretty good.
"It seems to be... Qianluo's voice."
Chi Zhao yawned, revealing his pink tongue: "Qianluo...who is it?"
"She's been in seclusion for over a year. I guess she won't be able to come out."
"It's okay if the stinky master doesn't come out. I'm free and easy. I'm so carefree."
When he had nothing to do, he would go find the Green Blood Silver Anaconda to play with. While the Green Blood Silver Anaconda was soaking in the water, he would catch butterflies and dragonflies by the lake, waiting for the monks to come and feed him fire. He lived a carefree life and forgot about his master.
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill behind him.
Sure enough, his neck was pinched, and the person who came in said in a cold voice: "Then I came out and disturbed your elegant mood?"
Chi Zhao begged for mercy on the spot, changing his face with a pitiful look: "No, no, Master, please let me go, beautiful lady, let me go."
His big eyes were watery and pitiful, but Qianluo didn't care at all. She looked at him with disgust: "What did they eat for you when I was away? How did you get so fat again? The last time you went to District 8 with me, you finally lost weight. It's been more than a year, and you've become fat like a ball again."
"My cultivation hasn't improved, but my weight has increased rapidly."
Chi Zhao pursed his lips, glared, and his stubbornness came back. He struggled hard in her hands: "No, no, let me go, you are not my master, you are no longer my beautiful lady, let me go, I don't want to be with you!"
Qianluo threw him into the spirit beast bag without saying a word, tied the pocket tightly, and patted it: "Behave yourself. We will go to District 7 in a few days."
Hearing this, the struggle inside became even stronger.
Qianluo: ...
After finishing off Chi Zhao, Qian Luo turned back to look at the Green Blood Silver Anaconda: "Are your injuries all healed?"
The Blood-Blue Silver Anaconda was bathing in the lake water. The sun was shining brightly, and she also liked sunbathing, so she simply nodded lazily: "It's okay. Anyway, my cultivation has dropped a lot. You may catch up with me in a while."
"Are you going to District 7 and taking another risk?"
Qian Luo nodded, her eyes determined: "There is someone in District 7, I want to save her, in order to fulfill the last wish of a very important person."
The Blood-Silver Anaconda shook his head. "Although your cultivation has greatly improved, you are still only at the peak of the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment. You are far inferior to the late stage of the Foundation Establishment District Head of District 7."
She paused, her voice a little awkward: "You're on your own, be careful."
Qianluo smiled and nodded, knowing what she meant: "Okay, thank you."
Across the river, the man and the beast stared at each other, a gentle breeze and green water passing by. After a long moment, the Blood-Silver Anaconda broke the silence: "I'd like to have a human name. Do you have any ideas?"
Qian Luo was a little surprised when these words came out: "You want me to give you a name?"
"Don't flatter yourself... That's impossible!" She said proudly. "I'd like to learn naming from someone, but you know my size, I haven't transformed yet, and mortals and cultivators alike are afraid of me. And I only have this bastard Chi Zhao by my side, and he hasn't even learned to speak. I don't dare ask him to name me."
Qianluo smiled knowingly: "Then I'll show off my ugliness. What do you want?"
The Green Blood Silver Anaconda blinked quickly, flicked its tail, and pretended not to care: "There's a hint of green in the name, Qing, because I'm a green snake myself, and I really like green mountains and green waters."
Qianluo thought about it, and many names appeared in her mind: "Qingshu means smart and beautiful, and Muqing means liking the color green and admiring spring."
"There are also different names for blue: Shaoai, Cuizun, Qiqian, Congqing, Tianqing, Canglang..."
The Blood-Silver Anaconda interrupted her: "Okay, okay, what you said later gave me a headache, so I'll call Qingshu. I think the first one is better."
Then, she looked at the girl quietly without saying a word, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.
Qianluo: "...Qingshu, hello."
"Hey!" The Blood-Silver Anaconda wagged its tail happily, but said stubbornly, "Smart and beautiful is just me. I don't think the name is that nice, but it has a nice meaning!"
Qianluo, who was splashed with water, wiped it off and said, "As long as you are happy."
After saying that, he prepared to leave.
The Blood-Silver Anaconda called out to her again: "Wait, little girl!"
"What's the matter?" Qian Luo turned around and noticed that her mood was a little different.
Sure enough, the blood-red silver anaconda in the lake stood up, revealing its aging body and rotten and pale belly. She had been holding on for so long, but she had forgotten...she only had more than 200 years to live.
"I've failed again and again, and I've tried again and again. I'm tired. The Wendao Mountain you found for me is a good place. There are many lively and lovely people here. It's better than my cold pond."
Qing Shu smiled slightly: "I have an unwelcome request, I hope you can agree to it."
Qianluo thought it was about the Wang family, and said seriously: "Please speak."
Qing Shu stood up and pointed her tail at her chest: "After I die, you can take my inner elixir."
"I have accepted your kindness, so I must return your gift."
"Don't refuse. My body, my bones, and my blood will all be left to you and Wendaoshan. You can use my corpse as material to refine magical instruments, talismans, and elixirs."
"I've been in the mountains for over a year, experiencing the warmth and coldness of human nature and seeing a variety of scenery. Now my life span is over, and I have nothing of value but this body..."
At the end of her words, Qing Shu, who had been hiding her weakness with a cold face, couldn't help but choke up and her voice trembled: "I have followed Wang Daocheng in cultivation all my life, followed him into the secret realm of the Mysterious Valley, and guarded his cenotaph. In the end, it was all a scam. But I don't have so many complaints, because I feel that this is my final repayment to my master."
"After this incident, Wang Wenzhu apologized to me, but I didn't think it was necessary. I've already repaid my debt of gratitude, and his descendants don't need to apologize to me, let alone ask for forgiveness."
"The road of cultivation is long, Qianluo. I know you have rare treasures and can obtain great opportunities." Qingshu's eyes moved, and the girl's fragile appearance was reflected in her big eyes.
"You've only walked the path of life for 20 years. You still have many opportunities. I hope you don't miss them. Otherwise, you'll fail again and again like me, and won't be able to successfully form a pill until the end of your life."
"But don't take shortcuts. Taking over other people's bodies like Wang Tongtian did is not the right thing to do."
Qing Shu rambled on for a long time, and finally smiled weakly: "There are many truths in life, which are good to listen to or not to follow. You should walk all the roads with your own feet, then you will know what is good and what is bad."
"I just want to tell you that it's really great to meet you at the end of my life. I followed you out of the mysterious valley and came to the Dao Mountain, where I really met a lot of good friends."
"The fireworks of the world are the last ray of light in my lonely life."
The aging Qingshu is still so beautiful. Even though she doesn't have a human body, she has the beauty of a beast. Her whole body is green, wild and powerful, with great magic power and an imposing aura.
Qianluo's eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the sadness in her eyes, and she whispered, "I understand, Qingshu."
Life and death are determined by fate, and she can do nothing about it. Just as Baozhu said, she can't help her. If she doesn't have spiritual roots, she will never be able to practice.
Life and death are determined by fate. The road of life and death, the wheel of fate, is the most difficult to break.
In the end, Qianluo left the Zoo with a sad heart. Even Chi Zhaobu in the spirit beast bag struggled. He must have felt pain for the cruel fate.
Qian Luo put the extra storage bags in the office of Liu Xiaoqing and others, and returned to the cave to continue the simulation, using up two simulation opportunities.
She obtained a copy of "Basic Training of Physical Cultivation" and a copy of "Basic Exercises of Physical Cultivation"
——
Three days later, downtown.
The ruined city center has been rebuilt. The roads are flat and vehicles can pass normally. There are rows of shops on both sides, including carts selling breakfast, small vendors selling fruits, and shops selling furniture and electrical appliances.
There are people coming and going, it is very lively.
The original ancestral hall has been converted into an office building. It is spacious and bright. At first glance, people's spirits are refreshed and they are full of hope for the future.
The staff member smiled slightly and said, "Here, please take this. This is your child's spiritual root certificate."
The man nodded and quickly put away the reissued Spiritual Root Certificate: "Okay, thank you!"
When I turned around, I bumped into an old man. This old man looked big and strong, with a fierce look. He just bumped into me accidentally, and he glared at me: "Are you blind?"
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't see it just now..." The man looked at the old man and was afraid that he would lie down and commit fraud, so he apologized immediately.
The old man didn't say much to him. After all, he had important things to do today. After cursing for a few words,
He brought his chubby grandson to the window and rubbed his little face with a smile: "My dear grandson, please stay here for a while. Grandpa has something to do. I will definitely seek justice for you!"
The child held a fried chicken drumstick in his right hand, his mouth full of oil. He didn't give the old man any face at all, and waved his hand impatiently: "Go, go!"
The old man didn't get angry. He wiped his mouth, turned his head, and his expression changed. He frowned and slammed his hands on the table, his voice loud and clear: "What kind of business is this? You must give me an explanation for what happened today! Yesterday's compass must have been broken!"
"How could my grandson not have spiritual roots!"
The window clerk's mouth twitched, and he smiled professionally: "Hello, old man, we have checked it and there is no malfunction. The other children can be tested normally."
When the old man heard this, his eyes widened: "Oh? Are you saying that I lied?"
The staff took out a compass and patiently explained to him: "That's not the case, sir, please let us explain..."
The old man refused to give in and plopped down on the ground, "I won't listen! I won't listen! This thing is broken! How could my grandson not have spiritual roots?"
"You window workers are going too far! They have so little work to do, and it's so easy. They can get paid just by sitting all day, and you're taking our taxpayers' money! I won't listen. You have to do this for me. My grandson has five spiritual roots after all!"
Someone tried to persuade him kindly, "Uncle, please get up first. What's wrong with you? The staff said it's been tested and it's definitely not broken. My daughter even had it tested and she showed three spiritual roots."
The old man was furious when he heard this: "What? Your daughter has three spiritual roots, why are you showing off in front of me?"
The man was choked: "Uncle, you are too unreasonable!"
The old man became even more excited when he heard this. His actions attracted the attention of others, and he became even more proud. He swung his arms, kicked his legs, put the child towards the window, and sat on the window himself without even raising his eyelids.
"I'm going to sit here today and wait and see who takes me away."
"You bunch of people who eat the government food have no idea about the hardships we ordinary people go through. I've been waiting for this child for years, and I finally took the spiritual root test, but the result told me that I don't have any spiritual roots!"
"Who would believe that? You must have inside information. Only people with connections have spiritual roots, and those without connections don't. You've even delayed our child's development!"
"No publicity, no transparency! What evidence? Where do I get it? My words are the evidence. My presence is the evidence!"
The people around him pointed at him and listened to what this old man said. Their eyebrows were knotted. They had never heard such unreasonable words.
Liu Baozhu heard the commotion downstairs and immediately went downstairs. Seeing the old man sitting on the ground, she raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Hey, Uncle Sun. Why are you here? The ground is so cold. Get up quickly!"
The old man pouted when he heard this and said, "I'm happy to sit on the ground. It's hot, so what if I sit on the ground to cool down? Don't even think about getting me up. If I get up, you'll carry me away. Are you going to call some law enforcement officers to take me away? I don't believe you!"
The staff member next to her looked embarrassed, and Baozhu patted her hands: "Go get a blanket."
Baozhu handed the blanket to Grandpa Sun: "Grandpa, can I use this blanket as a cushion for you?"
The old man's eyes curled up. Seeing that such a high-ranking leader was fooled by him, he felt quite proud, but he still had to make excuses: "Alright! Since you are so sincere, you can be the cushion. However, I can't get up!"
Baozhu smiled and said, "Okay, I'll put it in for you right away."
Suddenly, the old man seemed to realize something. The more he looked at the face, the more familiar it seemed. He then slapped Baozhu in the face: "Hey, what kind of leader is this? Aren't you the Yinghua from Tianshang Pavilion? How dare a prostitute talk to me?"
The slap was so loud and clear that everyone was stunned.
Liu Baozhu's snow-white face immediately became red and swollen, burning with pain. Being slapped in public was not only an insult to her personally, but also an insult to all women who had ever been prostitutes.
But... she bit her lip, just wanting to swallow her anger and handle the matter with a humble look.
If she can't even handle this matter well, she will seem like a useless woman.
If she cannot cultivate immortality, she will have let herself down. If she cannot handle her job perfectly, she will also have let Miss Qianluo down.
If that were the case, she felt that living in this world was worthless.
Was it a wrong decision for Miss Qianluo to save her from the Tianshang Pavilion? Perhaps she should have died under the splendor and been buried with the dust.
…
Hearing this, the onlookers looked at each other in confusion: "Is what you said true?"
"It's true, you don't know! They used to be prostitutes in Tianshang Pavilion!"
"I can't remember their faces, but a lot of them were women, maybe all of them! And you guys working there are so dirty! I'm afraid I'll catch some disease!"
The young girl at the side said shamelessly: "Uncle, how can you say that? We all applied for the job, went through the formal procedures, and had physical examinations."
The old man rolled his eyes and said, "Who knows about your physical examination? Did it check if you have that disease?"
He muttered, "Tsk, a whore is qualified to be a leader? What a perverse theory! I told you long ago that the Ninth District shouldn't be left to a woman to manage."
Baozhu has heard this many times, but she still feels a little angry every time she hears it, and she still has to endure it.
People around her pointed at her and talked about her, but she didn't care. It's not that she really didn't care, she just wanted to appear that she didn't care that much.
Especially among them were the sisters from Tianshang Pavilion. They were all blushing but unable to refute because this was the fact and it was a humiliation that they could not wash away.
Suddenly, a beam of light shot in from outside, the light was dazzling. Wen Xin came in with something and handed it to Baozhu.
It is a low-level storage bag that can be opened without spiritual awareness. Inside is a letter and two books.
"Baozhu, I've been thinking a lot. One's fate may be unchangeable, but life must go on. Without spiritual roots, one cannot cultivate, but I recently learned two methods of cultivating the body. By tempering them, one can also gain supernatural powers. I hope you will study hard."
"Also, I hope that those who insulted the sisters of Tianshang Pavilion will be punished. You don't have to be strong. If you feel uncomfortable, you should vent. Not only for yourself, but also for the other sisters."
“Remember one thing: doing is better than not doing.”
"Finally, I want to say one thing. Life is full of green mountains. I hope you take care of yourself."
The signatures below were filled with all sorts of funny expressions, including those from Liu Xiaoqing, Shi Xiaoxiao, Jiang Shuyu, Yang Ruxuan, and Han Tong. The girls' messages were lively and playful: "Baozhu, the peaches on Wendao Mountain are ripe, I've prepared a big bag!"
"Baozhu, there's a delicious hot and sour noodle shop down the mountain. I'll treat you next time I'm there!"
"Baozhu, we have some good stuff coming out of the alchemy room! Next time you come over, I'll prepare some specialty pills for you, hahaha!"
…
Liu Baozhu pursed her lips and almost cried. How could there be such a good girl, a girl who cared about her so much, who actually went to find a way to improve her body just because of her words.
She knew how hard it was to find these techniques in the lower three districts, but Miss Qianluo was willing to give up most of her cultivation time for her, so she...
Before, she was blaming Qianluo for saving her, but now it seems that she is the idiot! Idiot!
There are also Xiaoqing and the others who are younger than her and always give in to her. She knows that her bad mood affects herself and others, but she can't control herself.
I made everyone worry about me for so long!
She was wrong...
The old man looked at Baozhu for a long time, his expression changed, and he opened his lips: "What are you talking about? I've been looking at you for a long time."
"It's a storage bag, right? It's a treasure, isn't it? Did an old lover give it to you?"
Liu Baozhu put away the letter, hung the storage bag around her waist, wiped away her tears, and smiled gently: "You worry too much, sir."
Just as the old man was about to make a few more sarcastic remarks, the woman swung her arm and slapped him in the face. It was so loud and crisp that he didn't even have time to react. She slapped him several more times, leaving his face and nose bruised.
Liu Baozhu in front of him seemed like a different person, with a sharp look in her eyes: "This slap is to pay you back."
"Master, this is not a society ruled by law, this is the era of cultivating immortals."
"And your mouth, keep it clean."
The old man was completely dumbfounded. He had never seen such a ruthless leader. Shouldn't she greet him with a smile, invite him to the office for a proper talk, and give him a spot on the Daoshan Mountain?
"You...you!" His fingers trembled as he wanted to scold Liu Baozhu, but the moment he touched her, her cold eyes shrank into a ball again, showing her bullying and fear of the strong to the fullest.
Liu Baozhu surveyed the crowd, her brows lowered, her expression unmistakable majesty: "If I hear you say something like 'Tian Shang Ge' again, insulting a girl, you'll be welcomed at the Ninth District Mine!"
Seeing that some people were still unconvinced and wanted to refute, Baozhu smiled and said with a cold look in her eyes: "There was no such rule before, but it exists now. If you want others to respect you, you must respect others first."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire service hall fell silent. When Liu Baozhu wanted to say something, she found that except for the staff, all the mortals had quickly fled the service hall.
Even the old man's legs and waist no longer hurt. He picked up his grandson and sprinted 800 meters and disappeared in a flash.
Wen Xin gave a thumbs-up: "Oh my God, Sister Baozhu finally sees you looking so bright again, but we are making such a big noise, will we..."
Baozhu came to her senses and felt refreshed after the slaps. It seemed as if those slaps had washed away all the bad emotions from before. "We are employees, not bitches. There is no need to be servile and compromise."
"Now is the era of cultivating immortals, we still need to be flexible and adaptable. The more we treat them, the more they will become arrogant."
"Anyone who dares to commit crimes again will be taken to the mines for service. I heard that some monks have completed their service, and we are short of people now."
The staff's eyes lit up. Finally, they no longer had to be spitted on by the elderly. Their breasts could be saved.
"It's just that no one is here, so let's have a meeting now to discuss the future direction."
A group of people happily went upstairs to hold a meeting. I have never felt that a meeting can be so wonderful.
Liu Baozhu faced the midday sun, feeling in high spirits, relaxed and comfortable all over. Every limb was full of strength, and all the bad mood disappeared with a slap in the face.
There is a gentle breeze and the sun is shining brightly.
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