Xiuxian Work Log

On August 7rd of the Xian calendar year, it was drizzling.

Logically speaking, those who agree to go to the Valley of Rebirth must be those who believe they are innocent.

If Pochen passes away, won’t there be no afterlife?

Well, I don’t even know if the system is considered a living thing.

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Lin Qingyue didn't know when Hua Xiangrong came back. When she got up, they were arguing in the front hall.

Lin Qingyue dragged a chair over and sat beside them, watching them quarrel.

Well, Yang Zishen wanted to kill the mirror monster directly, but Hua Xiangrong said that she wanted to send the mirror monster to the Valley of Rebirth. Yang Zishen was so angry that he slammed the table.

"Why not just kill him? We don't have time to send him to the Valley of Rebirth right now."

Hua Xiangrong shook her head.

"I don't know if he was really forced by my father, but it was my father who made him become like this, so I should be responsible to the end."

"He doesn't even think about you, so why are you taking responsibility for him? Hua Xiangrong, did you get kicked in the head by a donkey?"

"I'll just send him to the Valley of Rebirth when the time comes. It's up to you."

"No!" Yang Zishen rejected Hua Xiangrong's proposal, "I'll go! I also need to go find Mr. Ouyang to practice swordsmanship."

Hua Xiangrong thought of the Lan Temple that was destroyed by Hua Cixi, and gave her storage bag to Yang Zishen.

"Take these first. If it's not enough, owe it to me first and I'll pay you back later."

Yang Zishen threw the storage bag back and said dissatisfiedly, "This wasn't your job in the first place. Why would I need you to spend money? Besides, cultivating immortals depends on your ability. I can't beat Hua Cixi now, but I will definitely beat him in the future."

He wasn't someone who couldn't stand losing. Hua Xiangrong knew that in the world of immortal cultivation, everyone depended on their own abilities. It was just that on one side was his father, and on the other was his friend. He didn't want to upset her, but he hadn't been friends with Hua Xiangrong for that reason in the first place. Although he'd been a little taken aback by the news that he'd joined the demon clan, as long as Hua Xiangrong remained the same honest and kindhearted person, why would he care where she was?

After saying this, he didn't want to argue with Hua Xiangrong anymore. He put the mirror monster into his treasure gourd and flew away on his sword.

"What is that thing? It can even contain the monster!" Lin Qingyue was amazed.

It would be great if she had something like this, then she could put live chickens, ducks and other animals in there to raise, and then put a chef in there to cook for her every day.

It’s beautiful just thinking about it~

Hua Xiangrong took back the storage bag and explained to Lin Qingyue.

"That's the Duobao Gourd, a small world built by cultivators that can hold living things. The formations inside can seal spiritual and demonic energy, so many cultivators use it to hold demons."

"Can that be used to pretend to be a mortal?"

Hua Xiangrong tried her best to ignore Lin Qingyue's sparkling eyes and told her seriously that it was not allowed.

"The climate in the little world inside is harsh. It's usually used to imprison monsters and isn't very suitable for mortals."

"That's it..."

Lin Qingyue expressed her regret. After washing up, she followed Xiaohu's calls and went to the next room to eat.

That’s right! She had already developed the lazy habit of paying for Xiaohu’s parents’ meals and then going to Xiaohu’s house for dinner.

You don’t have to cook for yourself, and the money you spend is still paid by Hua Xiangrong, and Xiaohu also provides the chatting service.

She could only say that she had never lived like this in modern times.

Her cooking skills can't be said to be delicious, just average. But she is very picky and can't eat anything bad.

Xiaohu’s is very good and the food is delicious.

Satisfy o(*￣︶￣*)o

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Under the incessant rain, in this world, amidst a vast expanse of weeds, only a bamboo building stood tall above the water, standing firm despite the pounding of the rain.

"I didn't expect you to have such a big thing here. You really are rich. Unlike me, I have been poor for many years and now I can't even afford a drink of the ten-cent-a-pound muddy wine in town."

The peasant took off his straw raincoat and bamboo hat and put on coarse cloth. He looked at the structure of the bamboo house and sighed at the wealth of the people there.

Isn't it rich? That's the black bamboo that can be used to make spiritual tools. Only the weird old woman from the Qingyin Sect has a patch of black bamboo. The rest of the black bamboo is either too scarce or too young to be used for making tools.

But then he thought about how the old woman loved Lan Tang, loving her like her own granddaughter, and it all seemed natural. The old woman had a weak relationship with her children, and she'd rather be insulted and spurned by the world than sever ties with the old woman. It was pathetic just thinking about it...

The farmer walked forward and suddenly picked up a small purple gourd.

"Wow! Lan Tang! You've lived such a comfortable life these past few hundred years! Where did you get this gourd? My gourd just happened to have a chip on it. Why don't you just sell it to me?"

As he spoke, he put the gourd into his arms. A line of water followed the air and hooked the gourd out of the farmer's arms and carried it to the hands of the woman in blue lying in the rocking chair.

Lan Tang shook the purple gourd in his hand and threw it out of the window. The gourd fell into the water and swayed precariously on the surface.

"Didn't you just say you were broke? Well, I'll throw it out now so you don't think about it."

Every time he saw something good from her, he wanted to take it back. His face was as thick as a city wall!

The farmer looked at the gourd in the water and wanted to jump in to pick it up, but he just came out of the water. He really didn't want to go in and get soaked again, so he could only sit on the bamboo chair and sigh.

"It's not like I don't want to pay you. It's really hurtful for you to do this."

Lan Tang narrowed his blue eyes and lay in the rocking chair, unmoved.

"Then pay me back the money you owe me last time."

She hadn't even paid back the money she owed him last time, and she was already thinking about it. She saw that the gourd of wine on his waist had been exchanged for at least ten! If he hadn't come this time, she wouldn't have remembered that he owed her money.

The farmer pretended not to hear and his eyes wandered around.

"Lan Tang, your bamboo building made of black bamboo is so beautiful! I feel like I can't even split it in half with one sword."

"Really? Someone gave it to me for free."

"Lan Tang, your rain is much stronger than before. It hurts when it hits my face."

"Same here. You've become more thick-skinned too." Lan Tang was very humble and complimented the other party in return. Soon the farmer climbed up the pole.

"What about the money you owed last time?"

The farmer looked at the woman in the rocking chair cautiously, only to see the woman frown and finally said.

"I feel like I've been at a huge disadvantage. You owe me money and you want me to do something for you. How can such a good thing happen in the world? Don't you agree, Wu Kun?"

"How about this, my lake needs some repairs. Split the nearby mountains apart, and divert water from the Tianshan Mountains to fill the lake. Then our previous accounts will be written off."

Wu Kun covered his heart in pain, quickly took out his straw raincoat and hat, put them on, and left the bamboo house.

"You are so cruel. Bye!" I'm leaving now!