Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

In fact, Nan Fuguang didn’t leave the sect very often. The last time he left was because he was a little behind Wuyou in the assessment, and was laughed at by others. He thought it would be better to find a way to make the spirit bone manifest as soon as possible when he was tinkering with useless little inventions...
At that time, she just wanted to achieve the so-called perfect left-right symmetry, so she didn't use that much force when splitting the mountain.
The only benefit from this incident was that her obsessive-compulsive disorder was cured without medication.

Back to the topic, because he didn't have much experience, in Nan Fuguang's stereotype, most men should be like Yan Ji'an -

Taoist and immortal style.
She only wears clothes of a single color and regular style, and her hair can be tied up or left long and flowing.
cool.
It seems as if it is forever shrouded in the Eternal Cold Sky Art or the Warm Fire Art, with a constant temperature throughout the four seasons.

Not like the person in front of me.

He may have worn pants just as a last resort of courtesy to the mortal world.

It was as if the person had turned into a ball of fire, personifying the hot summer to an unnecessary degree.

When you get closer, you can see that he is as strong as a mountain.

"What do you want?"

The low voice was still a little hoarse, as if it had been filed back and forth on a grindstone several times, and it was transmitted roughly into the ears... Behind the sunshade, Nan Fuguang's back suddenly felt numb for no reason, and the back of his neck felt cold.

She thought of the helpless rabbit that she had caught and lifted up by the scruff of the neck at Chiri Peak two days ago.

This person is not of my kind.
Need to stay away.

Wu Qiong, who was standing by, was busy showing the butcher what three parts fat and seven parts lean top-grade pork belly meant with unnecessary enthusiasm. Nan Fuguang held onto his bamboo hat and moved behind her.

As soon as I moved my feet, I felt a very presence-filled gaze looking at me.

She felt a lump in her throat.

"What do you want?"

The low-pitched voice seemed to scrape across his ears. Nan Fuguang tightened his back and immediately replied, "Nothing."

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that the atmosphere was wrong. The butcher who was chopping meat with his head down suddenly looked up at her quickly. The casual air in his eyes from the previous moment disappeared, and he seemed surprised.

Wuqiong's reaction was even stronger. She twisted her head with such force that it seemed as if she was going to tear her head off. She opened her mouth and said, "Ah? You don't want it?"

Nan Fuguang: “?”
Nan Fuguang: "What do I want pork for?"

There were even a few moments in the frozen air where it seemed as if the wind had stopped. After a long time, Wuqiong finally blinked and stopped looking at her in horror.

She turned her head and glanced at the butcher, and saw that the latter had also stopped being shocked for a moment and regained his calm expression, as if everything was an illusion. She hesitantly said "Oh" and repeated to him in a numb voice: "You heard it, this fairy sister doesn't want to, she just followed the queue to see you."

Nan Fuguang: "Yes, I——"
Nan Fuguang: “…”
Nan Fuguang: “???????”

The man held the fan-shaped butcher knife in his hand with great force, remained silent with an ambiguous expression, and then nodded.
This made people stare closely at the sharp butcher knife, fearing that it would fly over and take her life in the next second.

——The reason may be quite legitimate: a butcher knife should be used to chop off old perverts who do not even look at what they are buying.

Grabbing Wuqiong's belt as if this would make her take back what she said, Nan Fuguang only had time to defend herself: "I didn't."

Whatever she wanted to say was drowned out by the sound of a knife hitting the chopping board. Behind her hat, her face twisted and she closed her mouth in anger.

The most painful wait in life can be endured by gritting teeth and stamping feet. How long will it take to cut a piece of meat? Until Nan Fuguang closed his eyes and suddenly heard an uproar -

The bamboo hat swayed gently, and then a strong smell of blood came to the nose.

The hot and complex smell made her feel nauseous subconsciously. She opened her eyes and saw a red spot in front of her eyes. It was a splash of blood on the hat.

His brain stopped functioning for a moment and Nan Fuguang blinked.

One step away, the man who was as hot as the Flaming Mountain put down the butcher knife in his hand with an apologetic look on his face, looked at her and said: "This fairy sister, it's splashed."

Her vision darkened, and the butcher left his stall and came to her.

He was incredibly tall, and the shadow he cast from that station covered her... The smell of clothes that had been washed and dried in the sun mixed with the smell of sweat, along with the heat wave from his body, made Nan Fuguang stand still for a moment.

She looked up.

She watched helplessly as the man casually used a wet rag to wipe the hand that had just held the knife. The big hand, which was bigger than her face, reached out and brushed away the minced meat that had splashed onto her hat.

Two rough fingers rubbed the gauze, leaving only shallow creases.

The hot smell of blood on his hand came through the veil and covered her face.

"Hmm? Looks like it made it even dirtier." She said in an unapologetic tone, "Sorry?"

"..."

……

Wuqiong asked with resentment, is it true that only gamblers who have never been to a casino have the chance to win the jackpot?
The sun was shining brightly. Next to the endlessly complaining master of the Rare Treasures Pavilion, Nan Fuguang stood with his soul wandering away.

Holding a pair of pig intestines wrapped in lotus leaves as an apology, he was so dazed that he felt like he had reached the peak of the most confusing moment in his life.

……

The world of cultivating immortals is very progressive and has a popular reading publication called "Three Realms Insider".

It replaced the personal setting of "Know-all of the Three Realms" many years ago. People only need to pay five low-grade green spirit stones as a subscription fee every ten days, and they can get the latest news of the Three Realms and Six Paths updated in real time on the bamboo slips at hand.

So, one morning, a divine phoenix descended from the Yuntian Sect, and the Bone-Bone Pavilion was shaken to its core. By the afternoon, the outside of the sect became bustling, with no less than dozens of cultivators coming to visit.

"Of course! With such a big commotion, even if they didn't watch "Three Realms Gossip", they should have guessed that something big happened in Yuntian Sect!"
“Hahahahahahahaha, Yuntian Peak where the Bone Identification Pavilion is located is full of spiritual energy. Many inner disciples have already gone there to meditate. I think they must have gained something… Before today, who could have thought that the Sun of Dawn and the Stars of Eternal Moon would descend upon our Yuntian Sect! Great is our great Yuntian Sect!”
"The Track Star Pavilion may have already recorded this matter. I saw their people when I was identifying the bones that day... in white robes."
"Ah, there are people coming down the mountain again—"
"It's a good omen. I'm afraid the mortal world below the mountain has also seen and heard about the commotion just now. I don't know if they are frightened now. Someone should go and tell them that they don't have to be afraid."

Until a sudden and plain voice interrupted them.

"Ri Ri has gone down the mountain." In the discussion of "divine phoenix" and "real dragon", Nan Fuguang's name always seems very discordant.

The heated discussion quieted down. The disciples who had spoken enthusiastically were probably from the "Anti-Nan Fuguang Faction". At this time, they went to look for the speaker with a gloomy look on their faces. Upon closer inspection, they found that the speaker was actually the eldest brother Wuyou.

It was really hard to get angry, so they all shut their mouths in disappointment.

"She went down the mountain again?"
"Is she unhappy because the divine phoenix has arrived?"
"You can't always hang out with those mortals!"

One whispered complaint after another, and the voices of agreement followed like fish in troubled waters.

"Hey, who is it? Are you meddling in Senior Sister's affairs again?"
"What does it have to do with you where the senior sister is?"
"Why does Senior Sister hang out with people from the mortal world all day? Isn't it because you guys are not as fun as mortals? Why don't you reflect on yourself and become proud?"

The two groups seemed to be about to quarrel again.

At this time, there was a sword energy vibration in front of the sect hall, and everyone looked up and saw Yunshang Xianzun coming with a sword -

Dressed in a light green robe that rustled in the wind, the Immortal Lord stood high and mighty as usual, as cold and aloof as a banished immortal… Behind him, holding his clothes carefully, stood Lu Sang, who had gone back to wash and change his clothes.

The two landed in the open space, and Lu Sang stood behind Yan Ji'an carefully and well-behaved.

The latter put away his sword and scanned the crowd. Not finding the person he was looking for, he lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before asking, "Where is your senior sister?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, until a disciple from the Medicine Pavilion summoned up the courage to speak up: "Reporting to the Immortal Venerable, our senior sister has a very bad temper. When she left the Bone Identification Pavilion just now, the brothers and sisters didn't say anything. They just thought it was a divine phoenix descending to the world, and she lost her temper and went down the mountain!"

He opened his mouth so quickly that the people who wanted to cover his mouth didn't have time to act, and unfortunately this group of people took the opportunity to start an uproar.

"Immortal Venerable, please explain the reason behind this - Senior Sister Fu Guang has a really bad temper, and the Divine Phoenix can't stop coming to the world just because she is unhappy, right?"
"That's right!"
"It's obviously a great event for the sect. Look at how many people are walking through the sect's door now. Our Yuntian Sect will be different in the future! Isn't that all thanks to Junior Sister Lu Sang?"

Amidst the buzz, everyone started calling her "Junior Sister". Some people put aside their complaints when they mentioned Nan Fuguang just now and looked at Lu Sang who was hiding behind Yan Ji'an with joy.

Lu Sang was nervous when they looked at him. His face turned red from the cheeks to the roots of his neck. He looked up at the silent Yan Jian and moved his lips, but he didn't know how to address the Immortal Lord in front of him.

After leaving the Bone Identification Pavilion, they all accepted that she was his new disciple...
What should I call my savior right now? Master? Or something else?
But you haven’t had the proper apprenticeship tea yet?

Lu Sang bit his lower lip and finally whispered, "Immortal Venerable, do you have something to ask Senior Sister Fu Guang? Then why don't you go down the mountain to look for her? There was chaos just now, and I, I, I, I... I didn't even have the time to thank her for helping to keep the formation intact—"

Yan Ji'an naturally had nothing to do and wanted to find Nan Fuguang.

Now, I heard that she was inexplicably angry again because of the arrival of the Divine Phoenix, which had nothing to do with her. I also felt that she had a bad temper. Was she too spoiled by him because he turned a blind eye to her and said so bluntly...
The return of Lu Sang as the divine phoenix was inevitable, so she could never get over the anger.

Yan Ji'an thought about this, glanced thoughtfully in the direction of the sect's down the mountain, and shook his head.
"nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, a green sword appeared from the direction of the sect, and the sect's eldest sister returned gloriously on the sword.

……

"Why, are you all gathered here?"

Nan Fuguang jumped off the Qingguang Sword and stretched out his hand to pick up the gatekeeper and messenger disciple behind him. The latter had no idea how many times he had to go back and forth between the main hall and the main gate today. Now that he had the chance to fly the sword, he thanked the senior sister profusely.

Nan Fuguang waved his hand nonchalantly and told him to go back to his work, then turned around and looked curiously at Yan Ji'an who was standing there...
And the deer behind him——
Lu Sang was still holding the corner of Yunshang Immortal's clothes and looking up at Yunshang Immortal.

Gee tut.

"Master? Why are you here?"

Yan Ji'an did not respond immediately, but just stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes moving lightly over Nan Fuguang. Just as he was about to speak, he paused and then frowned slightly.

"Going down the mountain?"
he asks.

The inner disciples of the Yuntian Sect usually do not go down the mountain, but for those of Nan Fuguang's status, there is no curfew, so it is not considered a violation if he insists on going down the mountain.

Yan Jian would certainly not be happy about her running around, but he would not make things difficult for her because of this matter and wait here to catch her.

Nan Fuguang shrugged indifferently, and then heard the Immortal Venerable say indifferently not far away: "Come here."

The tone is not bad.
But it's not very good either.

Nan Fuguang was somewhat confused by his attitude, and moved forward. Just as he stood firm, he heard a question from above his head: "But who did you meet that was covered in filth and blood?"

Nan Fuguang cried out "Ah" and raised his head, and was caught off guard to see that Yunshang Immortal Venerable, whose usually expressionless face was now so furrowed that it could pinch a fly to death.

what happened?
Nan Fuguang thought for a long time before finally reacting. He lowered his head and looked at the lotus leaf in his hand. He cursed the butcher in his heart and explained, "Oh, this, the sun was about to set, so I came back in a hurry--"

"Throw it away. It has a strong smell of blood and cannot be brought into the sect."

Yan Jian interrupted her explanation coldly.

Okay, okay, it seems that I really hate pig intestines.

Nan Fuguang shook the lotus leaf bag in his hand and said "oh" obediently. He thought to himself, what the hell, I can just take it to Taohualing to plant flowers. I will make sure I bury it far away from you.

Just as he was about to say something perfunctory, the Immortal Venerable had already raised his hand.

He took the bamboo hat she was still wearing.

In an instant, the hat turned into nothingness.

Nan Fuguang who lost his bamboo hat: “?”

Ok?
what?
……What?
…………Isn’t it pig intestine? Why are you throwing my hat at me?
(End of this chapter)