Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

Xiao Sang chewed a sweet potato and spoke unclearly, "This little secret realm has a name. It's called Forget Worry Carp. It was formed from the remnant of a carp spirit after its death in ancient times."

"It is said that she died a horrible death. She had intended to repay a scholar for saving her life, but she was captured by other villagers. Her scales were peeled off and made into clothes, and her flesh was shared among the villagers."

"A few years ago, a group of monks dressed in white came to the area. The corners of their clothes were embroidered with flying snakes in gold thread. I don't know how they used it, but they were able to open that small secret realm at will. They would release news every once in a while to attract monks to the Forget Worry Carp."

Yu Zhao listened attentively, occasionally slapping away the child's hand that was trying to touch the Jinghong Sword, and said seriously, "You just touched it once, ha, I remember you."

The child pouted, took out the small wooden sword from his waist, poked the Jinghong Knife, and asked curiously: "But I just saw it move a little, is it alive?"

As he spoke, he placed the leftover potatoes in front of Jinghongdao. He was a good boy who was willing to share.

"Hello, Red Knife, would you like some baked potatoes? They're a bit bitter because they're burnt, but they're delicious."

Seeing that Jinghong Dao didn't react, he pushed the baked potato forward again.

Jinghong Dao also had a bad temper. It shook the blade violently, scaring the children nearby so much that they quickly ran behind the rice wine grandma to hide, but they would come up again after a while.

They opened their dark eyes and surrounded him happily.

Yu Zhao glanced at it indifferently and didn't bother to care. He wiped his hands with a handkerchief.

But Xiao Sang continued, "Most of the cultivators who went there never came out. After all, the training of a cultivator is a life-or-death experience, so it's hard to tell what's going on. Most of the missing cultivators have no one to look for them."

"Even if some sects came looking for it, they ultimately returned empty-handed, and at most they took back a damaged storage bag."

"But every time this small secret realm opens, there will be a large number of blood-stained storage bags at the exit. Therefore, people around here are a little terrified when they mention this small secret realm."

Someone used a small secret realm to attract monks, but nothing serious happened, so no sect paid attention to this matter.

A dark glint flashed in Yu Zhao's eyes, and she remembered that before she left, Senior Sister Song Yulan specifically told her to help her find someone if it was convenient if she went to this small secret realm.

A monk named Su Mianmian.

If you can’t find it, forget it.

Thinking that the somewhat stingy senior sister actually offered a reward of one thousand spirit stones, Yu Zhao decided to pay a little attention.

Seeing that she listened to the whole thing without saying a word, Xiao Sang choked and looked at her with a subtle look. A cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage actually had such courage. Was he a novice who just didn't understand the ins and outs of it, or was it just his nature?

Yu Zhao, who was actually a Jindan stage cultivator, looked up at her, dusted off the corner of his clothes, stood up and walked out of the house.

"Thank you for letting me know. See you again."

The tattered black robe rustled in the night wind, and the dead leaves turned over, which added a bit of the frankness of a chivalrous hero.

Until the girl disappeared into the night, Xiao Sang blinked and hugged the little girl who was eating sweet potatoes in his arms.

"Saya, come and tell Sister Xiaosang what you saw?"

Sanya, with her white eyes, raised her hand and casually wiped the corner of her mouth. Runes could be seen faintly moving inside. She lowered her eyes and said, "Ink-colored petals float in the water, and the moon and sun overlap above our heads."

"A warm light lingers around."

What? Strangely, Xiao Sang's mouth twitched and he continued to ask her, "What else? What else did you see?"

San Ya's eyesight has been poor since childhood, but she seems to be able to see things that others cannot see. It was only after seeing San Ya nod that she dared to bring Yu Zhao back.

Well……

San Ya chuckled, put down the sweet potato, and said seriously, "There are also red lines. There were originally four red lines, but one of them forked."

Xiao Sang was confused by what she heard. The red thread should be the thread of marriage, but it was forked...what the hell was this?

Buy one get one free?

It's almost like dismembering the body.

She dug out a roasted sweet potato from the fire, broke it open and handed it to Sanya, blocking her mouth. "Alright, eat more. Now is the time for growth. Be careful not to grow too tall."

"Sister Xiaosang, you eat too. You are short too." The little girl frowned and stuffed a big piece back into her.

Xiao Sang felt warm in her stomach and cool in her heart after eating.

The fire flickered in the house, and Yu Zhao, who was hiding in the roof, could hear it clearly. No wonder the little girl kept "staring" at her and smiling foolishly from time to time.

Ink petals...

She could only think of her junior sister's amber pendant, which seemed to contain inky petals.

What does it mean when the sun and moon overlap?

If you can’t figure it out, just stop thinking about it.

Yu Zhao traveled through the night and rushed to the location of the small secret realm. Fortunately, he bought a map in advance, otherwise he would not even be able to find the place.

After about an hour, we finally arrived at our destination.

As expected, there were so many people that all I could see were the dark masses of heads overhead and the occasional flash of the shiny Mediterranean Sea.

But even though the periphery was crowded with monks, no one moved at all. After looking around, there was no place to stand on the ground, and it was impossible to stand on top of anyone's head, so Yu Zhao found a tree branch to stand on.

I saw them gathered together, and a fierce quarrel broke out in the distance. There seemed to be some flashes of light, the sound of swords and knives, as if a fight had started.

The monk who stood on one leg beside him kept chattering, "This Ye Yun Sect is too dishonest. They have established connections with those monks, using chicken feathers as a token of authority, and even set up checkpoints. They even charge money to enter this small secret realm."

The round-faced man on the ground also tutted his words and clenched his fists in indignation. "They're asking for exorbitant prices. Two days ago, it was only 500 spirit stones, and today they're asking for 5,000 spirit stones. I'm guessing it'll go up to 50,000 spirit stones tomorrow."

But there is no way, if you want to enter, you have to pay. Originally, this small secret realm was free before, but this time it opened and you have to pay to enter.

Some monks had a look of regret on their faces, and they were so regretful that they didn't even know how to run faster.

"If I had known this, I should have come two days ago and saved some money."

You have to pay to get in...

Yu Zhao felt uncomfortable. He didn't ask for money before, but she asked for money as soon as she came.

You can't just pay the money obediently. She is not a pushover. There are so many people here, so it should be possible to sneak past.

But she wasn't the first person to think so, and soon a path quickly parted among the crowd.

The monk who was causing trouble in front was pinned down, tied up with special ropes, his magic weapons were confiscated, his face and body were covered in blood, and he was severely beaten.

Looking at the pioneer with a bruised face and nose, Yu Zhao silently put down his hand on the hilt of the knife. He still had to make long-term plans.

The black robe was not very conspicuous in the crowd, but the mask on his face made someone recognize him.