Chapter 2 Killing Immortals

There is nothing in the forest, but there are many trees, which are green and quiet. If it weren't for the sound of killing pigs, it might have made people miss going back and forth.

Dodged the rushing pig demon. Yun Feichen pulled the iron tire bow into a full moon and shot an arrow, but with a bang, the arrow was directly swung away.

However, the pig demon was shot by Yun Feichen's arrow, and unexpectedly stopped strangely and gasped!

"Oh! Oh!"

Suddenly, the pig demon howled twice, and his body began to get bigger and bigger, and the black hair on his body became longer and longer until it became gray and white.

"Spoul?" Yun Feichen was secretly alert to what spell the pig demon wanted to use, and took the opportunity to run. He even lost his life. What else do you want the treasure for?

After running wildly for more than an hour, he climbed to a tree and gasped, but he wondered why the pig demon didn't chase him and killed his child. It was reasonable that he would not let him go.

With such an estimate, Yun Feichen walked back again. This time, he was more careful than just abruptly asking the pig demon for a gourd.

He dared to go back to the place, but saw that the pig demon died suddenly.

However, the original weight of about 2,000 catties suddenly became less than 1,000 catties. Its body is already big. In this way, it looks like skin and bones, and the hair has also turned white. In Feichen's opinion, it seems to be old and dead. I guess the gourd is a little evil. After all, he has only seen red gourd and yellow gourd. This black is really a little weird.

Take off the dark gourd on the tusks. Yun Feichen doesn't want to stay here for a moment. This is a sow demon. Maybe a boar demon or something will come soon, so Sa Yazi ran home.

Two days later, Feichen returned to his nest and entered the long-lost house. The house had been cleaned up in an orderly manner. Even the clothes he had not been washed for a few days were washed cleanly. He glanced at the room and found a piece of letter paper on the table and pressed with steamed buns. The steamed buns were moldy.

Looking at the surrounding scenery, Yun Feichen suddenly had a hollow and firm feeling in his heart. Obviously, this steamed bread should be made by Chen Qiaoer, and the letter may be a bad sign. He thought he was not stupid since he was a child. He can guess many things, especially bad things.

"Brother Feichen, Qiaoer went up the mountain to learn art. Maybe it will take ten years, maybe 20 years to come back. Don't miss Qiaoer." The handwriting on the letter is beautiful. Chen Qiaoer is the only girl in the village who has studied. She is like Yun Feichen and learns from his adoptive father.

After reading the letter, Feichen's hands couldn't help trembling...

Desperantly, he rushed to Chen's house. He still held a trace of hope and a trace of fantasy, hoping that his childhood friend did not leave and waited for him at the doorstep.

But in the distance, he only saw Chen Qiaoer's father at the door, smoking the farmer's water gun smoke, with a trace of comfort in his expression, but in his opinion, this was undoubtedly a very uncomfortable look.

"Uncle Chen, where is Qiaoer?" Yun Feichen almost has a trace of crying. He has grown up together since he was a child. How can he not rely on him? How can there be no feelings?

"Ah? Is it Feichen? Why are you like this? Did you just come back from hunting? Qiaoer also thought you went to Xianqiao Town to sell firewood knives and left a letter for you. Didn't you go home? Qiao'er's father is an honest farmer. He is tall and thin, and very kind.

Feichen's idea is that the firewood knife can be sold in the town, so that the price can be higher. However, with his current technology and speed, it is great to supply this small village of dozens of households. He often boasts, so Qiaoer thinks he has gone to the town.

Feichen replied, "Yes, I just came back from hunting. Uncle, Qiaoer said that what's going to go to the mountain to learn art?"

Lao Chen grinned and said, "Oh, when it comes to learning art in the mountains, it's really an ancestral virtue. Guess what? Three days ago, there were about a dozen fairies who took the road to pass through our village. Somehow, Qiaoer took the way for a while. It was said that our Qiaoer was qualified and a good seedling to practice fairy magic, so he took it to the mountain.

"Uncle Chen! You! Why did you let her go up the mountain like this? Aren't you afraid that they are liars or something? Hearing Qiaoer's father was deeply disapproving, Yun Feichen stamped his foot and forgot his identity and questioned.

Lao Chen was not angry, and he still had a good temper and said, "How can it be? Those goddess immortals left a hundred taels of silver before leaving!" Ha ha, what kind of trafficker is this? I know that you two are childhood sweethearts. They have been together since childhood, but she has gone. You don't have to be too sad. Oh, by the way, has your uncle's firewood knife been repaired?

These hundred taels of silver are a huge amount of money. It can't be said that one person, that is, ten or eight children, bought at will in this poor mountainous area.

"Not yet...not yet." When Yun Feichen heard that Qiao'er had been taken away, he felt a sense of melancholy. When the other party asked about the gaping firewood knife, he suddenly had a knot in his mouth.

Lao Chen smiled and said, "It's okay, that firewood knife... Uncle doesn't need it now. You can keep it and sell it to others..."

As if hearing the conversation between the two, Qiaoer's mother opened the door and said, "Yo, isn't this Feichen? Qiaoer went to Xianshan three days ago. Why are you still here? Hey hey, our old Chen family will also be from Xianqiao Town in the future. Unlike you, you sell a broken firewood knife. What can you do? In the future, I will continue to be a small craftsman in the mountains.

Those fairy female Taoist priest have said that with Qiaoer's qualifications, she will definitely help find a door-to-door Qingxuanmen immortal in the future. Do you know Qingxuanmen? That's the number one fairy school in the world! How can a kid like you who doesn't want anything like you? Don't want to eat swan meat, and don't think that our Qiaoer will be with you. With your little ability, you can't even marry the lame daughter of Tian Bailao's family.

Qiaoer's mother is snobbish and mean. Qiaoer often gives him steamed buns from home. After being known by him, he will be scolded when he goes back. He has not seen these with his own eyes, but he has heard a little about them, so he usually does not go to Qiaoer's house.

"I!" This time, when Qiao'er's mother said this for no reason, Yun Feichen's face suddenly became ashamed and angry.

"Hmm, what are you saying that no one wants to fake it? Isn't your adoptive father missing for a year? Your family is so poor now. There are people who haven't stopped yet. Do you still want to stay with my Chen family? Qiaoer's mother, Wu Shi, sneered and said that she was disgusted with a seemingly wild child like Yun Feichen.

"Well, well, the child's mother, accumulate some virtues, a thirteen- or 14-year-old child, what are you talking about endlessly?" Lao Chen stretched out his hand to block his wife's unpleasant words that he continued to say. He turned his head and said to Yun Feichen, "Feichen, don't take it to heart. Your aunt has that temper. Are you hungry? Uncle, I'll bring you steamed buns.

Yun Feichen's teeth clucked. How could he see this man again? He pressed his anger and said, "No, I'm leaving now."

"Oh, look at his eyes. It's so strange that people can't see clearly. The whole thief boy has no father or mother. Even his adoptive father is angry and wants to have a good time with us. I really don't know the depth of heaven and earth."

The children in the village get married at the age of 15, and Wu's sharp words are not completely unreasonable.

"Alas, can't you talk less?"

The voice of Qiao'er's parents came from behind, which made Yun Feichen feel even more uncomfortable. He suddenly felt lonely, because he had been accompanied by Qiaoer for a long time. Even if his adoptive father left before the New Year, he was not sad, but this time, it obviously made him feel completely sad.

Back to Caolu, Feichen squatted at the door. The previous happiness had long been gone. Originally, he wanted to share the unexpected joy of finding the baby gourd with Qiaoer, but now he is far away, and he may never see again.

"Bord gourd! What an ominous, how could I come to you!" With regret and scolding, Feichen threw the painted black gourd far away, and even the lid poped out. The ** inside flowed to the ground and dyed the grass on the ground golden.

"If I don't go, maybe I can see Qiaoer again. Whoo... What should I do now..." Feichen changed his previous cheerful temperament and began to cry.

Crying and crying, Feichen suddenly stopped, because he saw an incredible scene.

Seeing the golden water in the gourd falling on the grass leaves, it began to grow wildly.

The golden water was gone, and it was absorbed like water into dry soil. More wonderful things happened. The green grass turned red, and then changed at a speed that he could see with his naked eye. The three leaves turned into six pieces, and six leaves turned into nine pieces, and gradually crowded and circled with each other until its leaves had been However, it was surrounded by a red grass leaf flower and stopped growing.

Feichen walked over and wanted to pick it for observation, but strangely found that this group of grass leaves was very hard, and he pulled it down and did not move at all, just like steel.

He took out the firewood knife, was lucky, and cut it down hard, Dang!

After a crisp sound, Ye Zi was strangely fine, but his inferior firewood knife had already broken a gap, which was very difficult for him to understand.

"This... is really a baby." Mumbling to himself, Feichen tried to pour a few drops of golden water in the gourd on the firewood knife...

The firewood knife is like a steamed bun, slowly absorbing the golden ** into the knife body, from the original dark black to dark green. The whole is not only much heavier, but also smooth and thorough, and the streamer turns, as if it has become a sharp weapon of heaven and earth.

Use your strength to cut the red grass leaf flower. It is cut twice with one knife, the incision is flat, and it doesn't take any effort, just like an ordinary knife cutting on ordinary wild grass.

When he used this dark green firewood knife to cut the ordinary firewood knife he made, it was like cutting on thin white paper. It cracked when he touched it. There was no resistance at all. He really cut iron like mud.

It can be seen that the palm-sized black gourd is indeed, as he said, which is undoubtedly a fairy treasure.

"Now Qiaoer is far away, and my adoptive father is nowhere to be found. I don't do much to stay here. I'm afraid that the village can't tolerate such a stubborn people. Now with this black gourd, it's better to go to Xianqiao Town to have a look. It's not sure if I can earn more money. When I earn enough, I Since I went to Qingxuan Mountain to worship a teacher, or listen to some immortal Taoist priest, I went to seek art. Maybe I am lucky enough to be appreciated by the fairy family, be a boy or something, and I will have a chance to meet Qiaoer in the future. Feichen was still self-aknowledged. In the room of self-answering, he walked into the inner room.

Lifting up the anvil that had been placed on the patio since he was a child, Feichen picked up half of the book that was almost covered with dust underneath.

I don't know how long this book has been on the anvil. It's also pitiful. It blows off the thick dust, revealing the scary three words "killing the immortals", but Feichen didn't take it seriously. Obviously, he had known this book, so he just randomly stuffed it into his wide sleeves.

He tied the anvil with a rope, took a hammer, more than ten catties of inferior iron, and put it in a solid iron basket, and then carried it on his back with the iron tire bow.

He acted arbitrarily, which became his habit, and there was nothing good left in the grass. When he was ready, he only had dozens of pounds of household goods. He was very strong, and he still carried a basket of things on his body, and there was no obstacle at all.

In the summer evening, Caixia fell down. Looking back at the grass house where he had lived for more than ten years, he sighed with emotion, but only in an instant, he embarked on the journey to Xianqiao Town or the mainland of China.