As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 2 My Fuyao, when will you be able to fly high into the sky?

The divine light is bright and shining, and the ghost fire is sparkling.

The night was dark, the wind was howling, and green flames dotted the sky, looking eerie and terrifying.

"For scientific popularization, will-o'-the-wisp is actually phosphorus fire. After a person dies, the body decomposes and changes, producing phosphine, which has a very low ignition point. When it burns, it will produce will-o'-the-wisp. This is a natural phenomenon, and it's scientific."

If you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you will not be afraid of traveling all over the world.

Mingchen wiped the dagger on the dead bandit and said with a smile: "Of course, this is indeed what I did."

Mingchen didn't know whether the other party could hear these words.

These days, it’s hard to survive if you don’t dare to kill people.

Mingchen didn't mind the blood-stained body of the bandit Lao Da. He reached out his hand and fumbled around on him for a while, finding something. He nodded in satisfaction and said, "Little brother, I'm a fake ghost, and you're the real monster."

"Susu~"

There were gusts of wind in the air, and a small shadow fell from the sky.

It landed precisely on Mingchen's shoulder: "Young Master, be careful."

A gentle female voice came to my ears.

There was no one around, just a white bird standing on Mingchen's shoulder.

It must be well-fed, with pure white feathers, bright eyes, and full of spirit.

The young master didn't practice cultivation either, so how could his senses be more sensitive than hers? She didn't even notice that there was a weak little demon here.

"No problem~"

Mingchen smiled and shook his head, looking at the things he took out from the corpse.

It was a section of bamboo, smooth and emerald green, looking quite delicate. It was the length of a palm and three fingers wide, so it was no wonder the bandit was able to carry it with him.

To ordinary people, this bamboo is just a beautiful bamboo.

But in Mingchen's opinion...

【Bamboo brings tranquility and prosperity】

Green bamboo is given to wealthy families to nourish them with their wealth and energy.

The bamboo was emitting bursts of light, which contained messages that only Mingchen could sense.

"This little demon has no intention of harming anyone, I hope the Immortal will spare my life."

This young man obviously knows what he is doing.

Qingzhu was unable to disguise herself, and trembled slightly as she conveyed a message to Mingchen.

He had only been conscious for a few years and did not have any great abilities. Giving the bandit a nightmare was already his limit.

He needed a quiet place to rest and recuperate, instead of fighting with this man and killing and robbing him.

He had to resort to this desperate measure, hoping that the bandits would get rid of him.

But he didn't expect that the bandits didn't lose him, but instead he met an extraordinary person.

"Immortal? Hahaha, are there really immortals in this world?"

Mingchen couldn't help laughing when he heard this and asked back.

"Uh... I don't know."

Don’t people all like to hear nice things?
Qingzhu didn't know whether there were gods or not, but he knew that everyone liked to call them that.

Mingchen weighed the green bamboo and said with a smile, "We'll talk about whether there are immortals later. Just call me Young Master like Fuyao. I'll find a place for you to stay when I have time."

Qingzhu was delighted and said quickly, "Thank you very much, sir, thank you very much, sir!"

The night was dark, and the eerie green flame had burned out.

Mingchen collected the green bamboo, shook his head gently, and stroked the white bird he had raised since it was a baby: "Tsk tsk tsk ~ Finding a rich family is easy, but my Fuyao is a bit more troublesome!"

【White Feather Seeking Phoenix】

[Bathing in strange fire, living in the phoenix tree, white feather nirvana transformed into a phoenix]

There are spiritual messages on the tiny bamboos, and the birds that Mingchen takes good care of certainly have some too.

No one knew that this little white bird could turn into a phoenix.

Mingchen looked at the sky and said with emotion: "It would be great if I could be reborn in the Douqi Continent."

God knows where to find the strange fire!
His knowledge of chemistry was only half-baked, and coming up with this will-o'-the-wisp today was already his limit, but it still seemed to be of no use.

It seems that metaphysics still has to use metaphysical methods, and scientific methods still don’t work!

"Douqi Continent? What is that?"

The bird tilted its head, a little curious.

My son is good in every way, except that he is a little weird sometimes and does some strange things.

For example, today, he was muttering some incomprehensible nouns, making this strange fire, and then pouring it on himself.

It wasn’t hot, but Fuyao felt that the young master was a bit impolite!
"Oh...that's another story! Fuyao, do you want to hear a story?"

"Young Master, let me tell you a story about not looking down on the poor young man."

The bird's eyes lit up: "Don't look down on the poor young man? He is so ambitious!"

"Okay, okay!"

The young master is a good storyteller, completely different from those storytellers in taverns who tell clichéd stories.

Like the monkey making havoc in heaven, the kid splitting the mountain to save his mother, the white snake falling in love with a human... She could finish three big ears of corn just by listening to them!

"What a der!"

But then, Mingchen's expression changed, and he gently tapped Xiaoniao's forehead: "You just play around, the whole day has gone by! Have you finished your homework?"

"Sir~ it hurts~"

The little bird covered its head with its wings and said coquettishly to Mingchen.

Damn it, the young master is fishing for her!
Mingchen rolled his eyes at her and said, "It doesn't hurt at all! I didn't even use any strength! Your forehead is harder than iron!"

"Hehe~"

"Oh~ Grandpa Tree's teachings are too difficult~ Can you give me a few more days, a few more days~"

"Sir~ I'm hungry, I want to eat corn~"

The little bird rubbed against Mingchen's palm, with a very human look of flattery and coquettishness in its eyes.

Mingchen was helpless: "I really spoiled you too much!"

"Hehe~ Young Master is so nice to me~"

Looking at the coquettish little bird in his palm, Mingchen lowered his eyes slightly and whispered softly, "My Fuyao, when will you be able to fly high into the sky?"

……

After waking up from a dream one night, I was reborn into this world tomorrow.

This was not a good time, a backward and turbulent era. At the end of the dynasty, there was a brutal war in the north, rebels in the south, corruption in the officialdom, and the people were living in misery.

But he was lucky. He was born into a wealthy family and had no worries about food and clothing.

Because of the memories and vision of his previous life, he has been very smart and good at speaking since he was a child. Although he is imaginative and naughty, he is not annoying.

This world is not any era in the history of the previous life, but the royal structure is similar. However, there is one thing that is beyond his expectations.

Mingchen never told anyone that he had a special ability since he was a child.

You can see monsters and ghosts in the world, communicate with them, and help them realize their wishes.

After completing it, you can also get rewards for fulfilling your wish.

All the servants in the Ming family's house knew that the eldest young master liked an old dead tree in the house, and he would personally carry a bucket to water it every seven or eight days.

After watering it for so many years, the dead tree has not grown any green leaves, but the young master still enjoys doing it.

He was so bored that he kept talking in a weird way in front of the old tree, looking like he was hysterical.

How can an old tree speak?
The master had previously thought it was in the way and wanted to chop it down, but the eldest son refused to agree no matter what, threatening that if his father dared to chop down his tree, he would put laxatives in his food, blow up the toilet while he was using it, shave his beard and hair in the middle of the night, and crack up the walnuts he had on the plate and eat them...

Don't doubt the young master's ability. He has plenty of ways to play tricks on people, and he can really do such things.

The master was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, but he gave up in disappointment.

When the eldest young master was ten years old, he caused chaos in the tavern and snatched a little white pigeon from the cook.

The master went to the family's house to apologize in person, and came back furious with a cane to beat the man. Finally, he negotiated with the eldest son, and the young master agreed to go to the capital to take the imperial examination in the future, and the matter was finally settled.

The eldest young master took great care of this little bird, feeding it with delicious food and drinks, raising it from childhood to now, and even named it Fuyao.

The little bird was quite smart, and seemed to really recognize people and could understand what they were saying.

But six years passed in a hurry, and I didn't grow up at all.

What the world doesn't know is that

That old dead tree is a tree demon that has lived for thousands of years and is several times older than this country.

Even though it is very old and its vitality is fading, it still protects the courtyard with peace and prosperity, and keeps evil spirits away.

Mingchen had never been sick since he was a child. He was in good health, full of energy and amazing strength.

People just thought that the child was in good health, but they didn't know that every time Mingchen went to water the trees, he would get a "peace fruit" as a wish from the old tree, and he had been eating it since he was a child.

This thing nourishes essence and qi, and prolongs life.

The unlucky old man still wants to cut down his tree.

When eating, Mingchen gave more to his mother and half a piece less to him.

And the little bird he snatched from the cook, his Fuyao, is not just a little white dove, but will become a phoenix in the future.

……

"Fly high into the sky?"

The little bird looked up at her handsome husband and saw his eyes moving around, but there was an emotion in his eyes that she could not understand.

"Sir~ I can fly high into the sky right now~"

The white bird spread its wings, turned into a streak of light, and flew into the sky.

The night was quiet, the bandits had disappeared, and the tied women and children huddled in the corner, shivering, but they could not bear to see the free birds soaring in the wind above the dark night sky.

"Hee hee~"

"How about it, sir~ I'm awesome, right~"

Mingchen: ...

It will take some time for the little fool to turn into a phoenix.

(End of this chapter)