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"Don't worry, not many people know that you started this."

Xie Xian heaved a sigh of relief after hearing the first half of the sentence, but after hearing the second half, she just felt that it was better not to breathe!

What do you mean just a minority? Xie Xian was so angry that she fell backwards.

A secret is no longer a secret if more than three people know it.

She stared at Tu Zhen, looked at her clear and determined eyes, and sighed. Does this silly girl know that the Snow Mountain Sect feels that Tu Zhen can't keep an eye on them, so they are looking for help for her?

Tsk tsk, it was really a blatant conspiracy. Xie Xian couldn't resist. She looked at the county annals in her hand and thought to herself, is this a compensation for herself? Or is it a reward for helping them?

These old foxes want to make themselves work overtime for free, and also want to take advantage of the fruits of my labor for free.

The more Xie Xian thought about it, the angrier she became. Although Xie Xian had to collect this information herself, in her opinion, her task had already risen from B-level to S-level. Her boss arbitrarily increased the difficulty of the task and used the means of production as compensation. Was this a joke?

It is impossible, absolutely impossible, to ask workers to work overtime for free.

Finally, after a "friendly" exchange between Xie Xian and Tu Zhen, the Snow Mountain Sect proposed to use various types of intelligence as a reward for Da Xia's recent climate forecasts.

Tu Zhen's eyes were dull. She had been running for nearly a month and had never felt so tired, especially when she suddenly discovered how poor the Snow Mountain Sect was.

Because of his poverty, Xie Xian mocked him, saying things like, "Such a big sect, which has been passed down for a hundred years, can't even take out ten thousand gold coins. How can you be so useless!"

There were also comments like "Using Snow Mountain Order to do this is really an overkill. Just collect information, draw a few pie in the sky, and you'll have it. What a waste!" and so on.

Tu Zhen was criticized so much that she began to doubt her life.

After Xie Xian dissed the Snow Mountain Sect, she felt relieved and went to sleep. Anyway, things had already happened and there was no point in being anxious now.

On the second day, Xie Xian looked at the clan elders and the Luo Sect's old immortal master in front of her and had a bad feeling in her heart.

What was going on? She thought she had escaped the curse of being forced to work overtime.

"Ah Xian, this harvest festival is very important to the tribe." The elder looked at the heroic appearance of the red-dressed girl in front of him and was satisfied. Who said that the girls of the Xie family are all delicate?

"This is the great Taoist priest invited by the county to preside over this harvest festival." He said with a smile, as if he didn't notice Xie Xian's sour face.

"This time, Lord Bai Ling approved another 500 guards, saying that he is very satisfied with the East Street guards." He looked at Xie Xian leisurely. How could this little guy not be tempted?

But unexpectedly, there was no change on Xie Xian's face.

Yesterday, Xie Xiuyuan couldn't even enter the inkstone pool. This morning, he didn't expect the Great Heavenly Master to come in person. It was Xie Ziqi who welcomed him into the clan. He glanced at the Baoshutang with a serious smile on his face.

Xie Xian fiddled with the teacup in her hand carelessly, laughing in her heart. I could barely afford to support the Black Stone Guards in my hand, so what did I need so many guards for? Should I support them and let them work for free?

Seeing that she was not interested at all, the elder frowned suspiciously. This little girl's mind was really hard to figure out.

He thought for a while, stroked his beard, and tried to test her: "Seventeenth and Sixth Niang proposed some time ago that they wanted to go to Shuzitang to study, and the clan is discussing this matter."

Xie Xian raised her eyebrows and glanced at him. This old fox in the tribe had many tricks and seemed difficult to deal with.

Xie Xian was not familiar with the other girls in the clan. But she was happy for them when she heard that they had such ambitions. But she did not expect that the clan elders would use this as a bargaining chip?

There was a hint of doubt in her eyes, and the elder said, "Since the female leader returned to the clan, the women in the clan have been restless."

Xie Xian thought to herself: It's my fault! She narrowed her eyes and thought to herself that if she insisted on not agreeing, this old fox would definitely have another trick up his sleeve.

She sat up straight, frowned and thought for a moment: "The clan should treat everyone equally, and all girls should have their own schools." Besides, Xie Huanlang had helped her before.

When the elder saw Xie Xian agreed, he relaxed, and then looked at Xie Xian's expression, which became more loving. Who said that the second wife was indifferent to the tribe members? The sisters still had some friendship.

It's good to be loyal and righteous. Xing Jun has the responsibility to protect and supervise his clan members. If he doesn't have love for his clan members, how can he sit on the position of Xing Jun?

Xie Xian didn't know yet that her position as the Lord of Punishment was almost unstable. However, if she wanted to gain a foothold in the clan, these collective activities were inevitable.

Then the elders stood up and left, leaving Xie Xian and the old immortal master Qing Xuanzi to look at each other. Because of the last incident, the old immortal master and Xie Xian had only met once and were not familiar with each other.

But during the past few days in Que County, the old immortal master also heard more news about the second daughter of the Xie family.

In his opinion, Xie Xian was not a member of the Xuanmen sect, but for some reason she was so popular among the common people and was praised as something mysterious.

Now that he knew Xie Xian was not mysterious, he felt relieved and focused on other things.

Especially, the martial arts world has been very lively during this period. After the Snow Mountain Order was issued, the people from all the major families, sects, and hundreds of schools were constantly making moves, causing panic among the people.

The old immortal master swept his whisk and said calmly: "The bloody aura of the Black Stone Guard is too strong, so the Nuo opera is the most appropriate way to entertain the gods."

He looked at Xie Xian's face. Although she was a mortal, she was a person who gathered all the faiths in one body. Participating in the sacrificial ceremonies would be beneficial to both Xie and herself.

Xie Xian frowned. She was a straightforward person. Since she had agreed, she had to do it well: "Tell me, how do you dance?"

He has to compile statistics and work overtime these days, so he really doesn't have the energy to listen to nonsense.

The old immortal enumerated the key points of Nuo opera one by one, but Xie Xian was dizzy and still didn't understand.

So, watching the Nuo mask dance in front of her that looked like a great god, Xie Xian fell into silence.

So after all this talk, the main purpose is just one word: "dance". As for how to dance, it depends on the individual. Just pay attention to the positioning; there is no fixed dance moves.

Ah, I suddenly have confidence again!

The feather dance is dignified and elegant. The feather flag in the hands of the feather holder is held vertically upwards, symbolizing power and majesty. The feather holder wears sacrificial robes, which are white or light-colored gauze with wide sleeves and gold and silver flowers on the cuffs.

The accessories include a pheasant feather crown. Hmm! It doesn't look cheap.

Nuo mask dances are mostly imitations of mountain birds and beasts, with animal bone bells hung all over their bodies and ghost masks tied behind their heads, which makes them look majestic when they dance.

So this is what the old immortal master meant by "yin contains yang, yang contains yin"? Xie Xian complained crazily in her heart.

During the rehearsal at Baoshu Hall over the next few days, Xie Xian was not averse to group dancing. After all, as a teacher, it was a compulsory course every year.

All the gentlemen were used to it, except Xie Jinyuan from the third room who had some complaints about Xie Xian.

"You are so unmannerly as a girl." Xie Jinyuan held his head high and looked at Xie Xian with a critical look.