Xiuxian Work Log

The breeze rustled the wind chimes, lifting the strands of hair by Lin Qingyue's ears. Lin Qingyue stood by the window, looking thoughtfully at the girl in the painting.

Lin Qingyue: "Are you really Xia Luo?"

Xia Luo: "Of course, I am Xia Luo, and Xia Luo should also be me."

Lin Qingyue: "What does it mean?"

The girl stood up from the stool and grabbed the picture frame as if trying to get out.

The painting frame glowed with golden light, and the sound of bangs and bangs continued. Lin Qingyue saw Xia Luo constantly tearing up the painting. After tearing off one page, there was still another one underneath that was intact and new.

Xia Luo kept tearing the picture, her face twisted. The black cat beside her meowed anxiously at her. Xia Luo turned a deaf ear to it until the frame deliberately vibrated, and Xia Luo screamed and fell to the ground.

The canvas returned to its original state, and Xia Luo stood up with an angry look on her face.

"Damn Wu Qiandao! A single Fulongzhi branch has trapped me here for thousands of years. Deceiving superiors and subordinates! Betraying your master! Unkind and immoral! Deserving a hapless death!"

"No wonder he was despised by everyone, his bones pulverized and scattered to ashes. He was torn apart from his family and torn to the ends of the earth. I think he deserved it!"

"I am the only God in the world! People like him who insult God should be tortured by fire and swords!"

Hearing Xia Luo's hysterical voice, Lin Qingyue's face was angry, but he asked the Pochen System very calmly in his heart.

"Is she really Xia Luo?"

Dust Breaking System smiled.

"Host, guess."

Lin Qingyue understood, "She is not, I believe you Pochen."

The space of the Dust-Breaking System distorted for a moment.

"Giant baby."

Lin Qingyue yawned. "You've said the word 'pochen' so many times that I'm immune to it. Try using a more offensive word next time."

The Dust-Breaking System praised Lin Qingyue, "Host, you truly have extraordinary insensitivity."

Lin Qingyue responded, "Pochen, you are so beautiful and kind-hearted. I am almost falling in love with you."

The data flow of the Dust-Breaking System suddenly surged, and Lin Qingyue could almost feel its anger, as if Lin Qingyue had done something extremely evil.

The Dust-Breaking System spoke almost word for word.

"evil--!"

"Heart--!"

Lin Qingyue accepted it generously, "It's my honor to make you sick, no need to thank me."

With a beep, the Dust-Breaking System blocked Lin Qingyue. Lin Qingyue withdrew his attention in boredom and looked at the helpless and furious Xia Luo in the painting.

"Would you like to go out?"

"Nonsense!" Xia Luo said bluntly, "It's not that I look down on you, but how can you, a mortal warrior who hasn't even cultivated Qi, save me? Are you overestimating your own abilities?"

Lin Qingyue walked closer to the painting and stroked the frame.

"Will you die if I destroy this painting?"

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!” The girl in the painting held her belly and rolled on the ground laughing. Finally, she stood up with the support of the black cat, laughing so hard that tears came out.

"You are indeed a mortal. I don't like that bitch Wu Qiandao, but I have to admit that his painting skills are superb and he can understand yin and yang. This painting was painted by Wu Qiandao when I became an immortal, under the right time, place and people. Every house or building has a painting in every room to ward off evil and disasters and bless future generations! Let's not talk about whether you, a mortal warrior, can destroy the Fulong Branch. As long as there are paintings, I can exist. Tens of thousands of paintings, and you actually want to use them to threaten me?!"

"Arrogant kid!"

Lin Qingyue listened and sighed.

"In that case, you don't really want to go to the sacred mountain, do you?"

Xia Luo's expression froze, and then she looked charming and lively all of a sudden.

"Look at you, little kid! You're acting so irrationally. I just thought you were cute, so I said a few more words to you. How come you can't take a joke? As the saying goes, spanking is love and scolding is affection. I'm doing this to you because I love you~"

"Kiss, love, forget it." Lin Qingyue stretched out his hand to refuse, "My conditions are very simple."

"One, tell me everything you know about this place."

"Two, get me and someone out of here."

"As long as you agree to these two conditions, I will take you into the sacred mountain. Besides that, I will help you to the best of my ability."

Xia Luo's face was strange. "What kind of dream are you having? I can't even get out of this painting! How can I send you out?"

Lin Qingyue: "Even if you can't send us out, you must know how to get out."

Xia Luo was silent.

"I promise you."

Lin Qingyue finally asked Xia Luo a question.

"Why do you want people here to help you? Instead, find someone outside to cooperate with you."

Xia Luo laughed, "They all think I'm a painting demon, but I am Xia Luo, and Xia Luo is me. Sooner or later, I will walk out of the painting!"

"Even if I'm reduced to ashes as they say! I'm going to get out of this painting! I'm going to prove that I'm the real Xia Luo!"

Lin Qingyue listened to Xia Luo's oath, opened his lips slightly and then closed them again.

Although she already thought that this girl was just the painted demon that Xia Luo in the painting had transformed into, she did not have the habit of pointing fingers at others.

"Life and death are determined by fate, and everyone has their own retribution. Individuals should take responsibility for their own choices, so I believe in your choice, Xia Luo."

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In one farm, various animals, spirit beasts, and demon beasts were housed separately. When the three of them arrived, Old Man An was busy as a madman, pointing at the mess on the ground and asking them to clean it up.

"You've arrived just in time. Ning Chengtao, go help me hold these animals down, and Yi Hanmei will prepare some medicine for me. Sang Ji...you go collect the arrows they pulled and take them to the fields in the village."

"Ah?!" Sang Ji howled, "Why is it me, Raya, again!"

A huge animal limb smashed in front of Sang Ji, and Old Man An spat everywhere.

"Just go when I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense? You don't have the strength to hold down those monsters, and you're not good at making and refining medicine. If you don't pull the arrows, who will? Are you, Mr. Sang, being wronged for the sake of your village's fertile fields? Your mother told me that I can do anything with you, but you keep slacking off. What girl would want a lazy boy like you?!"

Sang Ji looked at Ning Chengtao who rolled up his sleeves to reveal his strong arms, and Ning Chengtao shook his head repeatedly.

"I treat you as a sister! You can't treat me as your wife!"

Sang Ji looked at Yi Hanmei next to him. After asking Elder An about the medicine he wanted, Yi Hanmei shook her head and apologized to Sang Ji.

"I have to go make some medicine. Sorry Sang Jie."

Then he quickened his pace and left in a hurry, and Sang Ji's expression fell apart.

"Is it really that serious? Are you two exaggerating so much?!"

"Hmph!" Old Man An sneered with an ambiguous tone.

Sang Ji, feeling worse than death, took out a shovel and a bamboo basket from the corner.

Go to Shovel Arrow.

It was midnight, and the dew was heavy. The three of them gathered together again, tiredly sitting on the chairs. Ning Chengtao twitched his nose, glanced at Sang Ji next to him, and silently pulled the chair away.

Sang Ji got furious when he saw this, "Ning Chengtao, what do you mean? I washed it clean, okay?! Why don't you smell it?!"

Ning Chengtao pinched his nose and shook his head, his heart pounding on Sang Ji's nervous point.

"I don't smell it! I don't smell it! Why don't you ask Yi Hanmei to smell it?"

Yi Hanmei’s spiritual power was exhausted and she couldn’t even lift a finger.

"No, I'm too tired."

"Hiss--" Ning Chengtao felt the pain in his body coming back again and collapsed in the chair.

"Why hasn't Old Man An come yet? He won't change his mind, will he?"

"Nonsense! I never regret anything!" The old man came out angrily and threw the four jade pendants into Ning Chengtao's arms.

"Let me make this clear first. The Fulong Jade Pendant needs to be hammered five times. This is the first time. You will have to come here to work for the next five days."

"Ah?!!" Ning Chengtao and Sang Ji wore masks of pain, "More?!"