When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

Many foreigners have come to Xianyuan Town recently, some with swords, some with pets, and their clothes are different. But these people all have the same characteristic, that is, they are incompatible with this town and the people in the town.

The residents of the town are not blind, so they naturally saw this, but they didn't think much about it—their town is a bit remote, but there are storytellers in the restaurants in the town. This storyteller doesn't talk about the fairy tales passed down from generation to generation in Xianyuan Town, but the mortal rivers and lakes, love and hatred. And the knights walking with swords in the story, aren't they very similar to these foreigners?

As for the immortals... Just kidding, their town is called Xianyuan, and they actually only meet once in a hundred or eighty years. Where did so many immortals come to live in their small town temporarily, their place is not a fairyland!

The people in the small town didn't take these outsiders to heart, and still lived a peaceful life from sunrise to sunset.

However, more and more foreigners came, which brought some changes to this small town after all. For example, the only inn in the town was too small to accommodate so many people, so the vacant houses in the town were rented out one after another. Another example is that after the vacant houses in the town are rented out, there are still people who come and try to **** them if there is no house to rent, but most of this kind of thing ends up being nothing.

Another incident happened today. The old man Liu who lives near the entrance of the town has the best house. Within seven days, he has encountered the third wave of people who came to rob the house. They kicked open the courtyard door of old man Liu's house, and saw seven people from three generations in the house. They didn't even bother to say a word, so they wanted to raise their hands to kill them directly and occupy the house.

There is no doubt that it is a group of demon cultivators who are here today, and they are also demon cultivators with a high level of cultivation. They knew that there were many orthodox monks in the small town, but they didn't take them seriously. Slaughtering mortals was no different from killing chickens.

However, they miscalculated today. As soon as the person who started the move had raised his hand halfway, he froze in place—at the moment when they made a murderous attempt, a coercion suddenly appeared, like a mighty force. Even though the average cultivation base of this group of demon cultivators has reached the Nascent Soul, they were also immobilized by the sudden coercion.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was a group of menacing gangsters who broke through the door just now, and then stood frozen at the door without saying a word or moving. If you observe carefully, you can see that their muscles are trembling slightly, and there are beads of sweat on their foreheads.

The people in old man Liu's family seemed to be very familiar with this scene.

It was time to eat, and the old man was still holding a rice bowl in his hand. When he heard the noise, he didn't even put the bowl away. He turned his head and looked at the menacing people at the door, raised his chin to his son and said, "Go, take the people away." Move out." After speaking, he glanced at the clothes of those demon cultivators, making sure that these people should not be short of money, and added: "By the way, the door of our house is broken again, let them repair the door. The money was given."

The eldest son hurriedly stuffed two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, responded with a muffled sound, got up and went to move people. He was born big and thick, and his strength was not weak. He threw people out of the door one by one without anyone's help.

After swallowing the two mouthfuls of food in his mouth, he said in a low voice: "My father said, keep the money for the training."

Strange to say, the moment they were thrown out of the courtyard, the coercion on the demon cultivators disappeared. But they didn't dare to run after regaining their freedom, because they didn't know the origin of that coercion, they could only be sure that there must be an expert nearby. However, Old Man Liu's calm still misled them, making them think that Old Man Liu was some kind of powerful figure pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, no matter how bad he was, he had something to do with that expert.

So they looked at each other, and these demon cultivators with a bad reputation resolutely admitted their cowardice, gathered together and offered all the spirit stones on their bodies: "That's all we have on us, yes, it should be enough to cultivate the door, right?"

Liu Da took the storage bag and weighed it, but felt that the cloth bag was so light that there might not even be a copper plate in it.

If it's not a copper plate, it may be a silver ticket, and it will never be just to coax people with an empty bag. But their town is remote, far away from the outside city, and the bank notes are very difficult to spend and easily damaged. So General Liu threw the storage bag back, and said to the demon cultivators: "You don't need this, you can't spend too much banknotes, you just leave some copper coins or scraps of silver."

Now, the demon cultivators were dumbfounded. They felt that they might have been embarrassed by the boss—the spirit stone is the common currency in the cultivation world, and things like gold and silver are worthless in the cultivation world. Who can go out without spirit stones and a bag of gold and silver? !

A few demon cultivators frowned, and rummaged around in the storage space. Finally, they picked out a piece of gold from some magic weapon to decorate it, and handed it over again tremblingly: "Is this okay?"

Liu Da was dumbfounded, looked at the sincere faces of the demon cultivators, and took it over hesitantly: "It should, can it?"

After hearing the words, the demon cultivators felt as if they had been pardoned, and felt that the last bit of gaze that had fallen on them was gone. So the few people didn't say anything, got up and turned around and ran away, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

They didn't dare to cause trouble in this small town again, for fear of messing with someone they couldn't afford. As for having no place to live, what does it matter? There are mountains outside the town, digging holes in the mountains, and building houses on the spot. Otherwise, just lie down on those old trees, and you can do whatever you want. Anyway, the monks are physically strong, and they are neither afraid of cold, heat, nor sick, so it doesn't matter if they act casually.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Day disappeared, holding the piece of gold and muttering: "You run really fast."

Old man Liu also came out after dinner at this time, and he was not happy that Liu Da had collected so much money. Instead, he said with a sad face: "Boss, tell me, is our family's feng shui bad? Why are all these foreigners here?" Are you all sick at the door?"

Liu Da scratched his head: "Father, no, isn't that little girl next door living well?"

The next door is also their house, which was originally lived by the second son's family, but now they rent it out for more money. While talking, they heard the door of the next door slam, the father and son looked back, and saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl pushing the door out.

She was wearing a white brocade dress and a high ponytail. At first glance, she thought she was a teenager. If you look closely, you can find that her skin is as white as snow, and her eyebrows are beautiful. She is clearly a little girl with bright eyes and white teeth. It is only because she is away from home that she is dressed in such a convenient way, but it also fits her temperament, making people see that she is special at a glance.

When the father and son saw her, they were a little embarrassed. The old man Liu greeted her: "Girl, have you had lunch yet?"

The girl smiled and waved at him: "I'll go out to eat."

The two sides had a brief exchange, and no one mentioned the previous farce, so they separated again. The girl closed the courtyard door and went to the town to look for food.

When the people left, old man Liu turned around again and told his son: "These few times foreigners have paid a lot of money to pay for the house. You can go to the fortune teller in the town to have a look. Our Feng Shui is It’s not that there’s a problem. If there’s nothing wrong, go and call the doctor of Chunhetang to take a look. Both of them fell ill at our doorstep, so don’t infect your own family.”

Liu Da honestly agreed and decided to look for him after dinner. The conversation between the father and the son was carried by the wind to the ears of the girl who had already gone away. She couldn't hold back a smile, and her steps were a little brisk.

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Jiang Mo was probably the first group of people to arrive in the town. From the very beginning, she didn't intend to stay in an inn, but chose a decent yard to rent, because she knew that the people she was waiting for would not be so fast. Come.

Sure enough, she has lived in this small town for almost a month, and she will pay attention to every newcomer, but she has never waited for that person.

Sophora japonica in the small town has been blooming one after another. Jiang Mo walked on the bustling long street and picked a bunch of them on the side of the road to taste. The taste is not bad.

It's a pity that I try again now, no matter how many times I try, it seems that the old taste is gone.

Oh, that once, was before crossing.

Today's Jiang Mo still dislikes the taste of Sophora japonica flowers. After tasting one, she picks and throws away the rest. As she picked it, she also thought about it: "Senior sister is here, but senior sister is not here, senior sister is here, and senior sister is not here..."

The system listened to her thoughts, and finally couldn't help it: "Host, it's useless for you to count this."

When Jiang Mo counted to the last flower, it was "Senior sister is here", and his mood brightened immediately. So the words of the system poured down like cold water, which made her very unhappy: "This is useless, so what do you say is useful for the system?" After finishing speaking, before the system could speak, she continued: "It's your data analysis that is useful. But two years ago, your analyst sister would go to Yunxi Town, but I didn’t expect it. One year ago, you analyzed that she would go to Wupeng Mountain, but I didn’t either. Half a year ago, you said she was going to Qingyang City, and I Still haven't seen her..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Mo couldn't help but sighed a long time, with a bit of vicissitudes in his tone: "So speaking of the system, how do you want me to trust you and your data analysis?!"

The system was dumbfounded, and it took a long time to squeeze out an aggrieved sentence: "Data is data, but senior sister is a human being, and she is not controlled by data."

Jiang Mo then spread his hands: "So at this time, what's the difference between your data analysis and my metaphysics? Oh, it's still different. This is the world of comprehension, and there are divination calculations. Metaphysics is more reliable than your data analysis."

The system was full of anger, but it couldn't find anything to refute, because it was the truth.

It has been three years since the white tiger transformed into a form. Because of the use of a Tianxin nine-leaf clover from Zhiming Shenjun, after the transformation, he followed the opponent's side and received a year of teaching. It wasn't until two years ago that she seized the opportunity to sneak out, intending to find her senior sister—the time of a monk always passes quickly, and eighty years is like a flick of a finger, but this is for people who are in love but separated from each other. not count!

For nearly eighty years, the little white tiger worked hard to cultivate and upgrade, and finally reached the threshold of adult cultivation. She eagerly wanted to go back to her senior sister, but unfortunately she followed her all the way, but she never masked her face.

Yun Qingyue was swept away by the evil energy back then, and it is said that he was rescued by the Red Blood Sect Master, and he did not return to Xuan Qingzong for eighty years. It was rumored that she was the daughter of the Red Blood Sect Master, and she went back to be the Young Sect Master of the Red Blood Sect. Some people also said that she left the Demon Sect and has been traveling around in the realm of comprehension. No one knows her whereabouts, and the occasional rumors are hard to tell.

Jiang Mo was chasing these untrue and false news and kept searching. Fortunately, after two years of chasing, she and the system have really vaguely figured out some patterns. And this Xianyuan Town is where she and the system analyzed, and she thinks that the senior sister is most likely to come next.

She has been looking for her for two years, and she has missed many times, but now she is very patient, so she can wait here slowly.

Also in the afternoon of this day, Jiang Mo, who was lying on the ancient pagoda tree at the town's entrance, waiting for others, suddenly saw a group of special newcomers coming to the town. She sat up suddenly, leaned against the tree trunk, and stared at the passing crowd below for a while.

Because of the huge gap in cultivation, the group of people below obviously didn't notice that anyone was watching, and they didn't stop in Xianyuan Town. Those who met this group of people in front of them were either frightened or apprehensive when they saw their appearance, and avoided them one after another, even the children in the town were scared away. Only Jiang Mo on the tree saw this scene and suddenly laughed.

Very good, she felt that the person she was waiting for should come soon...