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Chapter 171 I am his aunt, I carried him here

There were thunder and lightning, and heavy rain. The whole forest was silent. Lightning flashed across the rain, and the ancient temple in the wilderness looked even more eerie.

“Pah—”

Sparks occasionally flew from the bonfire, and the orange flames illuminated the surroundings. The three of them sat and chatted, creating quite a nice atmosphere.

Wang Zijun added a piece of firewood to the campfire and said in surprise: "Eh? Sir, are you interested in this?"

"The night is long, and it's interesting to talk about these things in an ancient temple in the deserted mountains." Lu Zhan said with a smile.

Don't underestimate these wandering people. They are well-informed. They know everything about the people, the court, and unofficial history. Although they are not guaranteed to be authentic, it is possible to pass the night by listening to them.

Wang Zijun hesitated for a moment, as if he felt that it was a bit creepy to talk about such topics in this atmosphere, but seeing Lu Zhan's calm attitude, he still said, "My two brothers also passed by Pingfengling half a month ago and learned that it is said that more than 50 people have died in Qingquan Village under Pingfengling since the beginning of May this year. It is said that there is a demon."

"Why don't they report it to the Demon Suppression Bureau?" Lu Zhan frowned.

Wang Zijun shook his head: "I don't know about that. My brothers and I left when we heard that. We didn't dare to stay any longer. If you are not afraid, you can go and have a look yourself, but you'd better not wade into muddy waters. So many people died, and the evil creature must be very fierce."

Zhou Zifeng realized it later and said, "Maybe they don't have the money to bribe the adults in the Demon Suppression Bureau?"

"The Demon Suppression Bureau does not charge any money for cases involving the common people. It all depends on the people's willingness to pay." After Lu Zhan finished speaking, he laughed at himself. This was an ideal situation. No one could guarantee that all Demon Suppression Bureaus would not charge any money.

Not to mention the feudal Zhou Dynasty, even some dynasties that were many times ahead of the Zhou Dynasty could not do it, let alone the Zhou Dynasty.

He fiddled with the bonfire and saw that the flames were burning a little more vigorously. The bonfire made a crackling sound, and the ruined temple was quiet.

Finally, Wang Zijun waved his hand and said, "Hey, it's a little strange anyway, and we can't explain it in detail. I see that there seems to be a white light around you, blocking the raindrops that drift in. May I ask, is this white light the true Qi of the cultivator?"

Zhou Zifeng, who is not a talkative person, also had his eyes brightened up, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

They are swordsmen, so naturally they want to practice martial arts, but unfortunately their talent is limited and they can never reach the threshold. However, they always maintain awe and curiosity in their hearts. Now that they meet a practitioner, they can't help but be curious.

"That's right." Lu Zhan did not deny it.

Wang Zijun said admiringly: "Sir, please take a look at us. Do we still have a chance?"

Golden light flashed in Lu Zhan's eyes, as bright as the golden pupils of a statue, which made his two fellow disciples extremely envious.

Even the gray fox raised its head and looked at Lu Zhan curiously.

With average talent, there is no chance for cultivation in this life... Lu Zhan smiled and said, "What do you two want to cultivate martial arts for?"

"Of course it's immortality." Wang Zijun answered without hesitation.

Lu Zhan shook his head: "But there is no immortality in this world."

"Is it not possible for cultivators?"

"The age of a cultivator is also limited."

"Oh... do we still have a chance?"

"The chances of a cultivator achieving immortality are extremely slim."

"Thank you sir for clearing up my confusion. I understand."

Wang Zijun suddenly stood up and bowed to Lu Zhan. This bow expressed two gratitudes. One was to thank Lu Zhan for clearing up his doubts, and the other was to thank Lu Zhan for giving them some face by not directly exposing the fact that they were mediocre.

Compared to Wang Zijun's cleverness, Zhou Zifeng was still a little confused, as if he was thinking about Lu Zhan's words. However, when he saw his companions bowing, he also bowed.

The gray fox curled up again, but its eyes seemed to have changed. It was thinking about Lu Zhan's words like a human. Unfortunately, there were some words that even humans could not understand, let alone beasts with little spirituality.

The mountain wind was lonely and the rain was pouring. The Taoist temple returned to silence again. Soon, there were only the sounds of breathing and campfires. It seemed that the whole world was washed by the heavy rain.

...

Summer rain comes and goes quickly. It rarely rains for several days in a row and stops at daybreak.

The morning glow has already gone out for thousands of miles, the dewdrops are crystal clear, the birds are singing, but it is still wet outside.

The gray fox that took shelter from the rain last night has left, and the little bird also ran out, avoiding the sight of other people, and turned into a bird and flew into the forest to have fun.

Lu Zhan sat in meditation beside the extinguished campfire, his whole body filled with spiritual energy and a stream of red-gold air echoed around him.

This is the solar essence produced when the Golden Crow was born.

Practicing in the mountains is much more comfortable than practicing in the city. The spiritual energy is not as scorching as in the city, but rather has a refreshing feel.

Especially the heavy rain last night really cooled down the summer, and the weather is quite comfortable now.

Wang Zijun and Zhou Zifeng imitated Lu Zhan's breathing and meditation, trying to draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into their bodies. Although they discussed this with Lu Zhan last night, they still refused to give up.

Seeking longevity is the nature of all things.

Lu Zhan did not disturb them, nor did he laugh at them. Sometimes, doing something even though you know it is impossible is a kind of courage.

After the Golden Crow's essence dissipated, Lu Zhan's figure disappeared from the spot, and he walked towards Pingfeng Ridge in the forest carrying Xiao Que'er.

This trip is to the East China Sea. Every blade of grass and every tree on the road is a place for spiritual practice. Pingfengling is the shortest route, so there is no reason to bypass it.

What's more, I have to raise the second soul.

"Hmm? Where are the brother and sister from last night?"

A gust of wind blew in from the forest, and the ashes of the bonfire in the ruined temple flew in the wind. Wang Zijun opened his eyes first. He tried for a long time but failed, so he had to give up. However, he found that there was no one in the Taoist temple.

Zhou Zifeng opened his eyes and looked around. His face suddenly turned pale. "Could it be...could it be a mountain ghost? Otherwise, why is there no sound?"

"The masters are always silent."

"Never mind, I always feel that this Taoist temple is a bit weird. Let's go after the rain stops."

"Hmm! I always feel that those two brothers and sisters are wild foxes in the mountains. I wonder if I can see them again."

"Your feelings are always wrong. Although we had a great time chatting last night, I am really scared when I think about it today. Let's go quickly."

The two swordsmen picked up their bags and left in the morning light, discussing Lu Zhan's identity. Each of them held a different opinion, but they only argued for a few sentences and did not argue too much because of outsiders. They just had their own expectations in their hearts. Some wanted to settle down in the city as soon as possible, while others were wondering if they could see each other again.

Unfortunately, the territory of the Great Zhou is vast, and many people will never see each other again in their lifetime.

Or maybe we will see each other again, but for ordinary people, by then, I am afraid that everything will have changed.

...

At dusk, the vast mountains and forests were left behind, and a small village appeared in front of us. On the road leading into the village, there was a stone with the words "Qingquan Village" written on it.

"There is an evil spirit in Pingfeng Ridge."

Xiao Que'er fell from the sky and turned into a little girl the moment she landed on the ground. She twisted her neck and waist slightly, and her back and waist ached from being ridden by Lu Zhan.

"I came here because I knew there was an evil spirit." Lu Zhan noticed her discomfort and cast a light spell on her.

Xiao Que'er instantly felt full of energy, all her fatigue was gone, her waist and legs no longer ached, but before she had time to get excited, she was suddenly troubled by a problem.

She was naturally tired when she carried Lu Zhan on her back, but Lu Zhan could eliminate her fatigue... Does this mean that she won't need to "rest" in the future?

Is she going to be ridden by Lu Zhan forever?

Realizing this, Xiao Que pouted and muttered, "You're trying to get rid of my fatigue. Don't you want me to rest? You want me to keep working."

"Am I that crazy?" Lu Zhan was amused by her theory.

The little goblin curled his lips and said, "You like killing monsters the most. To monsters, that's just crazy."

"Yes, so you have to be good."

"... "

The little bird fell into a brief silence. She looked at Lu Zhan sadly, then smiled with her eyes curved. She was an extremely smart bird and knew that Lu Zhan was trying to scare her.

A man and a bird walked along the road forward, and soon they saw a green farmland.

In the distance there are houses in the farmland. At this time, the sun is setting in the west and the sun is slanting through the trees. From afar, the land seems flat and the houses are neat. There are fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees, bamboos, etc., and the roads are connected, and the sounds of chickens and dogs can be heard.

There is a watermelon field nearby. The green leaves are blown by the evening wind, revealing the round watermelons.

There is a fence around the outside to prevent people from breaking in and stealing the melons.

"Watermelon..." Little Bird lay on the fence and licked his pink lips. He held the fence with both hands and turned around to ask, "Have you ever eaten watermelon?"

"of course."

"Have you ever eaten watermelon in the fields?"

Lu Zhan saw what she meant and couldn't help but say, "How can the Skylark King, who calls himself the king, do such sneaky things? It's not easy for melon farmers. If everyone passes by and picks one like you, how will the melon farmers make a living?"

"But this is how King Skylark lived before." Little Skylark was puzzled.

In fact, it is not uncommon to pick a melon when passing by a melon field, but at present we are regulating the rules of behavior for Xiao Que'er, so we naturally cannot relax this rule.

Seeing her puzzled look, Lu Zhan simply changed his approach: "I once knew a man who accompanied his master on a long journey. When he passed by a village, he stole a watermelon. Guess what happened to him afterwards?"

The little goblin thought seriously: "I have diarrhea."

"No." Lu Zhan said seriously, "He first turned into a pig, and then into a pig spirit. In order to punish him, he was forced to walk 18,000 miles. On the way, he was captured by a snake demon, entangled by a spider spirit, and even burned by fire. He went through untold hardships before he was able to atone for his sins."

Little Bird shuddered: "King Skylark, please don't turn into a pig."

Lu Zhan showed a satisfied smile. The mind of a monster is different from that of an ordinary child. Although the Skylark Queen is one or two hundred years old, her mind is only that of a ten-year-old child. It is useless to reason with her. It is better to make up some stories to scare her.

“Hahaha…” Suddenly a burst of laughter came from the melon field. It turned out that an old farmer was taking a nap in the melon field, but he was woken up by Lu Zhan.

The old farmer was wearing a common linen shirt and a wide hat woven with wheat straw. He stood up tremblingly, bowed to Lu Zhan, and said with a smile: "Sir, the story you just told was very interesting."

Lu Zhan was not surprised to see someone in the melon field. He had just heard the breathing sound. He smiled and said, "The boy is naughty, so I have to persuade him with this."

"Then I am really blessed. It has been a long time since I heard such an interesting story." The old farmer had dark skin and many wrinkles on his face, like dried tree bark. He bent down and picked a watermelon, then opened the fence and came over: "I planted this watermelon. I would like to invite you and the little girl to eat some."

Lu Zhan was not polite either. Eating a watermelon in the hot summer was a very refreshing thing.

The old farmer washed the knife in the bucket and then cut the watermelon skillfully. In fact, he usually just hammered it open and ate it, so there was no need to be so particular. But now, seeing the fair and tender complexion of Lu Zhan and Xiao Que'er, the old farmer's movements became more delicate involuntarily.

"Where are you from, sir? Where are you going?"

Most people in this era are hospitable. No matter if they are traveling or merchants, there will always be a place for them to stay when they pass through the village. This is much better than in the past.

Lu Zhan gradually adapted to the customs and habits of the Great Zhou. He said, "I came from Jinling and went to the east."

"Wow!" The old farmer was a little surprised: "Jinling, that's a big place! It's hard for you to take care of your sister."

Jinling is far away from here. It took Wang Zijun and Zhou Zifeng half a month to reach the dilapidated Taoist temple. For cultivators, it may only take one day, but for ordinary people, it is indeed very far.

"I'm not his sister." Xiao Que'er counted on her fingers for a long time and said, "I should be his aunt, younger aunt... and he didn't have to work hard, he rode on me to get here!"

The smile on the old farmer's face was a little stiff. He looked at Lu Zhan, then at the little girl, his eyes becoming increasingly complicated.

I've long heard about how the young masters of wealthy families spend their time in extravagance, and now I've seen it for myself.

Riding... aunt?

The old farmer even forgot to eat the watermelon and just looked at the two of them.

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PS: Good night! Brothers! Timed chapter, if there are any errors, I will correct them tomorrow.

The next chapter is wrongly titled, it is Chapter 171, I made a mistake in writing it, the content is not missing,