Junior Sister is skilled in subduing demons.

Chapter 135 It's time to say goodbye again.

"Do you think you'll have good luck if you play with this?" Shen Anzhi examined the bamboo strips.

Faced with Shen Anzhi's question, the old village chief Yang was also puzzled and said, "After returning, I put these bamboo sticks in this ancestral hall. I also remember the old immortal's advice that someone will come to collect them in fifty years."

I was in my twenties back then, and now I'm almost eighty, exactly fifty years have passed.

Old Village Chief Yang reached out and took the bamboo slip given to him by the deity, looked at it with a smile, and said, "Hehe, perhaps this is the deity's arrangement, exactly fifty years, hehe..."

Shen Anzhi was astonished upon hearing this. Was it a coincidence? Or an arrangement by the gods? Are the gods really that powerful?
“Heroine, I am already halfway to the grave. Since you have come to the bamboo forest, I think the person the immortal spoke of who came to collect the bamboo sticks must be you.” Old Village Chief Yang handed the bamboo sticks to Shen Anzhi.

Seeing the old village chief Yang's actions, Shen Anzhi felt even more bewildered, finding it hard to believe and unheard of: "Village chief, are you saying this was arranged by the old immortal? That I should take this bamboo stick over?"

Yang Daiwu's expression was strange, then he shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I have a feeling it should be!"

Shen Anzhi looked the bamboo skewer in his hand up and down. They all said that Sichuan and Chongqing were amazing, and it seemed to be true...

"Go back and get some rest. Tomorrow is market day, and everyone will be getting up early. It just so happens that Rimai Yongga is going to Mount Emei, so we can all travel together to Shuxiang Town." After saying this, Old Village Chief Yang walked out of the ancestral hall with his hands behind his back and his cane.

……

In the dead of night, when all was quiet, Anzhi came alone to the Huanglongxi River, slowly squatted down, and began to stare blankly. In the distance, Tuantuan was playing with the youngest girl, and the two seemed to be getting along very well.

The stream shimmered with silvery light under the moonlight, flowing gently. The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet of the night, rhythmically lapping against the rocks on the bank and splashing up tiny droplets of water.

"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you asleep? We have to get up early tomorrow."

Suddenly, Rimai Yongga appeared behind Anzhi and saw through her thoughts from her dazed expression.

Seeing Rimai Yongga instantly lifted Anzhi's spirits. The feeling of having a friend was truly delightful: "Sigh, we have to part ways again. You go to your Mount Emei, and I'll go to my bamboo forest."

“All good things must come to an end. I believe we will meet again.” Rimai Yongga said firmly, “You must remember your promise to help our Qiang people resist the demon army.”

Shen Anzhi stood up, threw a stone into the stream, and said, "I, Shen Anzhi, keep my word. As long as it is a matter of justice, I will not shirk my duty."

To be honest, although things didn't go well in Huanglongxi Village, we've all been through it together. Anzhi still felt a sense of loss thinking about how we'd be parting ways tomorrow.

“Actually, you shouldn’t disbelieve what the old village chief said tonight. What kind of place is Sichuan and Chongqing? There are amazing people everywhere, gods flying all over the sky, and mythical beasts everywhere. Maybe it really was arranged for you by some god?” Rimai Yongga had just heard about this from the old village chief Yang, so he offered his advice.

An Zhi smiled faintly and said, "I really didn't know if An Zhi hadn't made arrangements. Maybe this is fate."

After saying that, Anzhi said with a hint of disappointment, "Mount Emei must be very far away, so be careful on the road."

After saying that, Anzhi took the demon-slaying gourd from his waist and handed it to Rimai Yongga.

"Hehe, you're really strange. Why would a girl carry a wine gourd around every day?" Rimai Yongga asked curiously.

These words reminded Shen Anzhi of his experience at Sanqing Mountain, and he said with some regret, "This was given to me by a friend of mine. I used to look down on him, but after he left, I realized that he was the friend I should cherish the most. Unfortunately, I ended up with no friends at all."

After taking a small sip of wine, Rimai Yongga continued, "It's rare to have a few friends I can talk to. I, Rimai Yongga, am a guard general of the Qiang tribe. I am one of your friends."

Faced with Rimai Yongga's generosity, Shen Anzhi smiled slightly. Taking the demon-slaying gourd from Rimai Yongga, Shen Anzhi tied it to her waist. She had a lot to say, but unfortunately, she didn't know where to begin. She wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

"You, you shouldn't call me a heroine anymore, just call me Sister Anzhi, I'm older than you."

"That's not a good idea, you're a demon slayer."

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The next morning, before the first rays of dawn had fully illuminated the sky, Huanglongxi Village was already bustling with activity as villagers got up early to prepare for the market.

The elderly were the first to get up. Although they moved a little slowly, they were very excited. Next came the young people, who loaded up vegetables, green beans, tomatoes, and poultry such as chickens, ducks, and fish to exchange for some loose change. Finally came the children, some carried on the backs of adults, and some pulled along.

Shen Anzhi also got up very early. After dressing up, the first thing he did was fill the gourd with wine before going to the market with the rest of the group.

"Tuantuan, wake up, Tuanbao, this guy."

Just before leaving, Anzhi noticed that Tuantuan was sleeping in the doghouse by the door, and he couldn't wake her up no matter how he called her.

Rimai Yongga, watching from the side, couldn't help but laugh and said, "Hahaha, Sister Anzhi, you're still expecting him to be your mount? Look how well it sleeps. I think you should be its mount from now on."

Anzhi rolled her eyes, then squatted down and picked up Tuantuan.

And so, in small groups, they set off towards the market in Shuxiang Town, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Some were discussing the new and interesting things that might appear at the market that day, while others were debating what to buy to bring back...

Shen Anzhi had been carrying the panda Tuan Tuan for quite some time, and her arms were starting to ache; she felt extremely tired. Although Tuan Tuan looked round and adorable, carrying her for a long time was quite a burden.

"This thing looks small, but it's quite heavy." Anzhi felt like his hands were about to give way.

Seeing this, Rimai Yongga said, "Put it on the ground and force it to wake up."

"How could you treat Tuanbao like that?" Anzhi pouted, feeling the little guy getting heavier and heavier.

Just as Rimai Yongga was about to take over, his youngest daughter suddenly followed from behind.

"Sister Anzhi, here, take this basket." The youngest daughter handed over an empty basket. "I never imagined that pandas could be so cute when they're little. Thinking back to the big one before, sigh..."

Looking at this baby carrier, Anzhi's eyes lit up: "Wow, this is a great thing!"

Anzhi put Tuantuan into the basket. Tuantuan, who was sleeping in the basket, looked like a fluffy ball of fluff, her little body rising and falling with her breath.

Shen Anzhi gently adjusted the position of the basket to fit her back better. The straps were a little tight on her shoulders, but she didn't mind.

As the sun slowly rose, its rays bathed the earth, and through the trees, dappled light and shadow fell upon Shen Anzhi and his basket.

The large group of people heading to the market chatted and laughed. Shen Anzhi walked with light steps, trying to keep her balance, afraid of disturbing Tuantuan's sweet dreams. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would blow by, bringing a touch of coolness and ruffling a few strands of her hair.

What she's carrying might not be a panda, but rather an expectation for the future, a spiritual sustenance...