Calabash Fairy

Baimajian.

This once beautiful mountain stream is now completely unrecognizable.

The mountains collapsed, the rivers changed course, and the ground was torn up, making it unrecognizable from its original state.

Three great demons fought several battles here, eventually destroying Baima Ravine. Fortunately, the earth's veins have the power to repair itself, and this place will be reborn in a year or two. However, the original Baima Ravine can never be returned to.

At this moment, a robust, one-armed, red-haired old man stood on the mound of earth, looking down at the deep pool left behind at the original site of Baimajian, and said calmly:

"White Snake, a night has passed, what have you decided?"

Behind him, two thousand-year-old Crimson Blood Wolf Demons, their bodies entirely crimson, appeared together with hundreds of other Crimson Blood Wolves with jet-black fur.

Before long, as the surface of the dark pool rippled, a huge white snake head slowly emerged from the water. Its single deep blue snake eye looked at the old man before it with a look of fear.

"Your Crimson Blood Wolf Clan has three thousand-year-old demons, and you, the old Wolf King, have two thousand years of cultivation. If you want to attack the White Tiger Cave, why do you need to come to me for help?"

Despite her deep resentment, the white snake was still severely injured and could not afford to cause trouble for the tiger demon again. She had returned to White Horse Ravine to stake out the area for several days, confirming the tiger demon's complete departure and intending to check if any treasures remained in its cave. Who would have thought she would be discovered by the Crimson Blood Wolf pack...

An alliance? How ridiculous!

Even if we form an alliance with these wolf demons, we'll probably only end up losing our lives!

At this moment, compared to the tiger in the White Tiger Cave, the pack of perpetually hungry wolf cubs before it posed the greatest danger...

"If there is nothing else, Old Wolf King, please leave."

After the white snake finished speaking, its head slowly sank down and gradually disappeared.

"Hmph! You're asking for it!"

The old man narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, and burst forth with crimson aura around him, while a two-hundred-foot-tall phantom of a crimson wolf king appeared behind him.

In the blink of an eye, the phantom transformed into an irregular crimson blade that hovered above the deep pool before suddenly stabbing down!

"boom!!!!"

"hiss----"

As the deep pool water surged skyward and the earth trembled, a painful scream echoed through the mountains and fields.

The old man frowned slightly upon hearing the voice. The white snake's aura quickly disappeared into the depths of the earth; his attack had failed to eliminate it...

"Hmph! No wonder he's been hiding in the water all this time; he was prepared all along."

Before long, the blood stained the deep pool crimson, and a small section of the severed tail floated to the surface, enveloped in crimson demonic power.

Without the old man giving any instructions, the black-furred, red-blooded wolves rushed forward and snatched the snake's tail from the pool, beginning to tear it apart.

"Your Majesty, shall I go and pursue it?"

The old man glanced at the thousand-year-old crimson wolf that had spoken behind him and said indifferently:

"No need. Even if it survives, it will be severely weakened and won't amount to anything. Compared to this snake demon, the white tiger blood and wolf bones in the White Tiger Cave are far more important. With those things, our bloodline might even advance further!"

"At that time..."

The old man's eyes flashed with a cold light as his right hand reached for the empty space of his left arm...

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Three days later, it was mid-July, approaching the Moon Festival.

In Xiahe Village, the first batch of early rice has begun to ripen, and everyone, regardless of age or gender, is busy. Yang Dongdong, in particular, has been quite overwhelmed lately.

The entire village of Hongmu is about to be relocated here. The merger of the two villages is no small matter. Even though the village chiefs of both villages have been discussing and preparing for this for a long time in the past two years, many problems have still arisen once it is implemented.

"Father, although there is still a lot of surplus grain in the village, this year's rice and vegetables are not fully ripe yet, so we cannot give you an approximate amount or specific details."

"The location of Redwood Village has been decided in the area to the east of the village, which borders the fields. To facilitate passage, the field ridges need to be repaired. If other villages also need to be relocated later, the roads in other locations will also need to be repaired. All of these need to be planned in advance."

"And there's the land that's about to be reclaimed in Redwood Village. There's not much land that can be reclaimed now. We're clearing forests for farming, and I don't know if we'll be able to plant rice next year..."

"And a stove for winter, firewood..."

As Yang Dongdong spoke, sweat beaded on his forehead, clearly overwhelmed by all this. The extra 1,500 people were already difficult to settle, let alone provide them with food and drink.

But before Yang Dongdong could finish speaking, Yang Sheng waved his hand, signaling her to stop.

"Your thoughts are already in disarray. Since the problem in front of you is not easy to solve, just do it. Don't let your chaotic thoughts overwhelm you."

"But, Father..."

Yang Sheng kicked him in annoyance, glaring at him and saying:

"You brat, do you think Redwood Village is full of 1,500 crying infants? You think you can arrange and handle everything?"

"They have hands and feet! They've suffered from the cold and hunger just like us! They all endured it all by sheer willpower!"

"Go and have a good talk with your Brother Xu, see how he did it!"

Yang Dongdong felt much more relaxed after being kicked and taught a lesson, and left with an embarrassed smile.

Yang Sheng himself sat at the village entrance with several children drawing on the ground, waiting for the guests to arrive.

Every year during the Moon Festival, the six villages send people together to discuss the events of the past year, exchange goods, and if needed, the other villages will lend a helping hand.

In previous years, the Yuehua Festival was held in rotation by various villages. However, in recent years, the changes in Xiahe Village have been obvious to all. It is safer and located in the center of the villages, so it has been held by Xiahe Village.

"Grandpa Village Chief! This is the character '文' (wen) I wrote! Do you think it looks good?"

"I wrote this! I wrote this!"

Yang Sheng's eyebrows twitched as he looked at the scribbles on the ground, but he still smiled kindly and said:

"Beautiful, beautiful."

His family was originally from a Confucian background, and his ancestor was a scholar who loved books. It is said that when he went into the mountains, he desperately carried bags of books into the mountains. At that time, people said he was crazy.

But it was precisely because of this madman that their village, even after more than two hundred years in the mountains, still had people who could read, compile books, know how to use medicine, and record the history of each village.

Today, the original books are long gone and in tatters, but the newly repaired books still fill the study.

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In the hidden realm of Qingfeng Mountain.

A delicate fragrance permeated the secret realm, originating from the four Phoenix Spirit Pear trees in the center of the spirit field, where bright red pears, shaped like flying phoenixes, hung from their spiritual roots.

【Phoenix Spirit Pear: The fruit of a pear tree whose spiritual root mutated after absorbing a trace of phoenix energy has a refreshing and delicious taste and contains a large amount of pure spiritual energy】

"Two trees produced seven ripe fruits, and two trees produced six ripe fruits, for a total of twenty-six Fengling pears, which is in line with expectations."

With a smile on his face, Fang Yan placed the stone plate containing six Phoenix Spirit Pears in front of Shu Yu, who had arrived as promised.