Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 25 Nie Xiaoqian

"Nie Xiaoqian?"

Lin Yao's consciousness gradually sank into darkness.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dusk outside.

He was lying on the bed in the thatched hut, and the injured parts of his body had been carefully bandaged.

"Master, are you awake?"

Lin Yao heard the sound and looked over, only to see Nie Xiaoqian walking in with a basin of water.

"I went into town to buy some needlework, but unexpectedly I saw you collapsed on the roadside."

Nie Xiaoqian washed the rag in her hand and handed it to Lin Yao.

He looked a little embarrassed.

"You are a scholar. The environment here is not good. Please forgive me."

"Nothing fancy."

Lin Yao took it and wiped his face.

"Is this your home?"

Nie Xiaoqian nodded, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Lin Yao was not surprised. In ancient times, if a woman brought a man home, she might be branded as bringing disgrace to the family.

But he had no other choice. After all, to unlock the eighth level, he had to go through the story of Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian.

"I'll go out and see."

Lin Yao sat up from the bed and accidentally pulled the wound on his body, causing him to gasp in pain.

Seeing this, Nie Xiaoqian quickly supported him.

"Sir, your body has not recovered yet, so you'd better rest more."

Lin Yao looked at her, and the latter had a shy look on her face.

But there was kindness in his eyes towards him, a stranger.

"It's okay, I'll go out for a walk."

Lin Yao stood up and did not accept Nie Xiaoqian's kindness.

After all, he knew how miserable the latter's ending was.

Even after death, he still serves his murderer.

Although this is an illusion, Lin Yao wants Nie Xiaoqian to live forever.

He got up and walked to the door, and the tranquil atmosphere of the mountain village hit him in the face.

It made Lin Yao feel refreshed.

This was the first time he had seen such a peaceful and tranquil scene since he came into this world.

My chest felt warm.

"Is Huang Niu Hide here too?"

Lin Yao was a little surprised. If he knew what would happen next, it would be of great help to him.

He took it out directly, not caring at all that Nie Xiaoqian would see it.

After all, this is just an illusion.

The content on the yellow cowhide was somewhat beyond Lin Yao's expectations.

[My name is Lin Yao, and I have arrived at the eighth floor.]

【Here, I saw the truth about Lanruo Temple.】

It was a scene of bliss on earth.

[Here, there seems to be no distinction between high-ranking officials, wealthy businessmen, and farmers.]

[They held the women in their arms and drank and talked happily.]

After arriving here, I became Ning Caichen, and just as he said, I met Nie Xiaoqian.

For some reason, Huang Niupi's writing suddenly stopped here, just like the first time he was in the cowshed.

Until the end, Lin Yao saw a sentence that made him shudder.

[Lin Yao, I am Lanruo. I am waiting for you in Lanruo Temple.]

"He knows about the existence of yellow cowhide?"

Lin Yao frowned. This time, Huang Niupi didn't give any useful information.

Just when he was about to put it away, another line of words appeared on it.

【You can know a person’s face but not his heart. 】

What does this mean?
Lin Yao waited for a while, and after confirming that no words appeared on the yellow cowhide again, he put it away.

"In other words, the monk I saw in the secret room that day was Lan Ruo?"

If it really is Bodhisattva Lanruo, this eighth floor will not change anything even if Xiaoqing comes with him.

"Is there really no way to break the deadlock?"

Lin Yao frowned, and Nie Xiaoqian pushed open the door and walked out.

"Sir, there is a sacrificial ceremony in the village today. Since you want to go out for a walk, why don't we go and take a look?"

Lin Yao couldn't think of any solution now, and he couldn't do anything with this body.

"It's okay to go out for a walk." Seeing Lin Yao nod, Xiaoqian locked the door, and the two walked towards the center of the mountain village.

Along the way, many villagers greeted Nie Xiaoqian, and people were also very curious about Lin Yao.

In response to this, Nie Xiaoqian explained that she was rescued by chance when she entered the city.

The people in the mountain village were very simple and honest. After hearing her explanation, they didn't say much.

Some even asked Xiaoqian to come home and tell them if she needed any herbs.

As Lin Yao listened to these words, his anxious heart gradually calmed down.

There was a warm firelight not far away.

"Is that the location of the village sacrifice?"

Nie Xiaoqian picked up a mask from a stall nearby and spoke after hearing Lin Yao's words.

"Yes, sir. Every year at this time the village will offer sacrifices and pray for the gods' protection."

She put the mask on her face and came to Lin Yao.

"Sir, does this look good?"

Lin Yao looked at the woman in front of him. Her clothes were a little worn but neat, but they couldn't hide her exquisite figure. Her gentle and lovely face made people feel pity for her.

With the warm firelight behind her, Nie Xiaoqian stood there holding a roughly made mask.

Lin Yao took out a few copper coins from his pocket and placed them on the stall.

"Is it enough?"

The vendor quickly put away the copper coins.

"That's enough, Xiaoqian is so lucky."

Listening to the teasing tone of the vendor at the stall, Nie Xiaoqian's face became even redder under the firelight.

She quickly took out her purse.

"Sir, Xiaoqian can just pay for it herself."

Unexpectedly, Lin Yao reached out and stopped her from moving.

"You saved me, so consider this a gift from me. I don't like owing others."

Hearing this, Nie Xiaoqian had no choice but to give up.

The vendor looked at the two of them, rummaged around in the stall for a while, then took out a mask and handed it to Nie Xiaoqian.

"Xiao Qian, do you think this mask is suitable for Master Ning?"

Just as Lin Yao was about to refuse, Nie Xiaoqian had already put the money in the vendor's hand and then pulled him away.

He felt helpless, but there was nothing he could do.

When we arrived at the campfire, many villagers had already gathered there.

Nie Xiaoqian was a little tired from running and was breathing heavily.

She handed the mask to Lin Yao.

"Young Master doesn't like to owe others, and Xiao Qian is the same."

Looking at the somewhat stubborn woman in front of him, Lin Yao reached out and took the mask.

Seeing him take it, Nie Xiaoqian lowered her head and stroked the mask in her hand, then gently put it on her face.

"Sir, let's go play together."

Lin Yao followed her example, put on the mask, and found a place to sit down.

Nie Xiaoqian knew that he was injured, and after making sure that he was fine, she ran to the campfire.

The villagers in the small mountain village danced around the bonfire.

A cup suddenly appeared in front of Lin Yao. It was placed there by a child next to him.

"Son."

After saying this timidly, the child hurried back to his parents.

The child's mother smiled at him.

Lin Yao sat there, slowly drinking the wine brewed in the village, while watching Nie Xiaoqian's dancing figure.

There is an incomparable peace in my heart.

After the dance, Nie Xiaoqian returned to Lin Yao. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat and her cheeks were flushed.

Lin Yao placed a glass of wine in front of her.

“This is wine, I don’t know”

Before he could finish speaking, Nie Xiaoqian drank the wine in the glass.

Lin Yao was a little stunned by what he saw.

Nie Xiaoqian stuck out her tongue and put the cup on the table.

"In our small mountain village, we always drink this kind of water wine, so we can drink a little."

As she finished speaking, the sound of drums came from the campfire.

Nie Xiaoqian tilted her head to look.

"Sir, the sacrifice has begun."

(End of this chapter)