Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

Chapter 99 Five Fire Village ([-]) (Part [-])

Ji Mingzhao took a closer look, and found out what it means to be unable to stand up to nagging, and what it means to want to do whatever you want, this person is none other than Qing Yuan's only remaining apprentice after Xu Guangbai: Qing Xi.

I don't know why this Fu Mozong sent her out again. Most of the other disciples picked up by Qingyuan who were older had the character "Jing" as their Taoist name, and only a few were raised from milk babies and followed his surname. Well, Qingxi is almost the only seedling left now, and Qingyuan is actually willing to do so.

These are all Ji Mingzhao found when he accompanied Xu Guangbai into the library, and found the genealogy of the Fu Mo Sect. The disciples recorded in the genealogy beginning with the word Qing are not Qing Yuan's disciples, but their children.

As soon as it was mentioned to go to the back mountain, these villagers surrounded by the front and the back looked at me and I looked at you, and suddenly became quiet.

Qingxi frowned and looked at these villagers. Liang'er's brothers and sisters were able to go to Fumozong for help. The travel expenses were all collected by the villagers. But when mentioning the haunted back mountain mentioned by Liang'er, there is not even a guide.

"We will take good care of you, please ask the village chief to arrange a guide for us." Qingxi looked at the old man walking in the front and leaning on crutches. The old man stroked the few beards left on his chin, and turned to the villagers behind Asked: "You, is there anyone willing to take all the fairy elders and aunts into the mountains!"

The villagers behind the village head lowered their heads, and none of them dared to look at the village head.

The village chief looked at Qingxi very embarrassed: "Xianggu, you have seen this too, we really dare not go to the back mountain, or else", the village chief looked at a man dressed as a scholar behind the team as if suddenly remembering something , "Scholar, scholar!"

The scholar heard the village head tell him to raise his head subconsciously, and soon realized that he lowered his head so much that it was almost buried in his chest, and turned around to leave.

"Oops!" The village chief was old, trembling, and speaking slowly. At this moment, he was so angry that he smashed the crutch in his hand to the ground, and shouted at the scholar's back with all his strength, "I didn't let you Go to the mountains, what are you running! I want you to draw a map for them!"

When the scholar heard this sentence, he turned around and walked towards the villagers with his head lowered under the gaze of the crowd.

The villagers automatically gave way to Xiucai, and Xiucai walked to Qingxi with his head down: "Follow me."

Qingxi motioned to keep up with her eyes, and the group passed through the crowd and followed Xiucai towards Xiucai's house.

Ji Mingzhao followed Qingxi, and followed the footsteps of several people into the scholar's house.

The scholar's home was not far away, and a few people walked only a few hundred meters before seeing a school not far away.

This scholar's family can be regarded as a good family in the village. Even in a very wealthy village like Wuhuo Village, it can be ranked first. This scholar is a rare person who has studied in the whole Wuhuo Village. The salary given to scholars, coupled with the establishment of private schools in the village, can not be regarded as rich and powerful, but can also be regarded as having no worries about food and clothing.

A few people followed the scholar's footsteps into the house and walked through the school. The students in the school saw a group of monks coming in, and they all poked their heads out of the window curiously to look around.

A bold one shouted at the monks: "How old are you all?"

When Xiucai heard this, he quickly waved his hands at these annoying leather children: "Go in, study hard, and when I come back, if I can't answer the answer, I will slap my hand ten times. Do you hear me?"

Those children who poked their heads out of the window reluctantly put their heads back from the window when they heard that they wanted to hit the palm.

The scholar led the monks all the way to the study room, took out a piece of paper from the bookshelf and spread it on the table: "Wait a moment."

Qingxi looked around, there was nothing special about Xiucai's house, the windows were bright and clean, quiet and elegant, and there was a wintersweet tree planted outside the window of the study, from the shape, this tree had been carefully cut, if you look out from the window in winter Go, the plum blossoms are inlaid in the window like a painting, with a special artistic conception.

When she came here, she had heard from Liang'er brothers and sisters that the mountain behind Wuhuo Village is not a good place to visit. There are wild beasts living on this mountain all year round, and in the early years, they ate woodcutters who went up the mountain, so it was closed a few years ago. After leaving the mountain, things have happened even more now, so there are even fewer people going up the mountain.

"Master, have you ever been to the mountains?" Qingxi carefully looked at Xiucai's hands. Xiucai's ten fingers are long and slender, with calluses only on the pads and knuckles. People like this don't have to worry about making a living, so why go to the mountains.

The scholar paused when he was drawing the picture, and said: "The poor family used to go to the mountains to chop firewood for a few days."

Qingxi didn't answer the conversation, but just watched quietly as Xiucai drew the whole road up the mountain one by one, and also highlighted a few places.

"The painting is finished, please, Fairy." Xiucai handed the painting to Qingxi, Qingxi took the painting, pointed to the places highlighted in red circles and asked: "Where are these places?"

The scholar chuckled: "These are the flat grounds for woodcutters to rest their feet. Fairy, you can rest your feet in these places when you are tired from walking."

Qingxi thanked the scholar, turned around and led the others to leave, but was suddenly stopped by the scholar behind him: "Xiangu, how old are you? How much can you do?"

Why do you ask this again?

Qingxi looked at Xiucai very puzzled, Xiucai seemed to feel that his question was too abrupt, and felt a little embarrassed: "I'm just asking casually, don't take offense, Xiangu."

"It's nothing, Master, let's take our leave first." Qingxi didn't answer Xiucai's question, but simply thanked Xiucai, and then turned around and led him out of Xiucai's home.

"Senior sister, this person is so strange," a pretty girl beside Qingxi came to Qingxi to take a look at Wuhuo Village, and muttered under her breath. She doesn't like this place very much, and she always feels a strange feeling Haunting in my mind.

"It's okay, Shen Ping, it will be fine when the matter here is resolved." Qingxi still had clear eyes, and moved forward with a sense of righteousness.

Shen Ping groaned, and looked back at the gate of Xiucai's house. She was too young when she went up the mountain, and this was the first time she went down the mountain to practice, so everything she saw was a bit fresh. Suddenly, her eyes shifted to the back mountain of Wuhuo Village : "Sister, look."

Qingxi followed the direction of Shen Ping's finger and looked at the back mountain that seemed to be covered by a shadow: "That's probably where we're going."

At this time, Tao Jiang who was beside Qingxi took the map in Qingxi's hand, unfolded the map that Xiucai had just drawn, and blew on the wet ink marks on the map: "That's right there."

"Shall we go now, or fix it for now?" Qing Xi asked, "Then go into the mountain at night?"

The remaining nine people were still waiting for an answer, so they were once again surrounded by sharp-eyed villagers: "Xiangu Xianchang, please go to my house first, my wife has been in a coma for seven days, and the baby can't survive without milk. "

"Go to my house first, my father, the family is short of people to do farm work."

Qingxi looked at the villagers who came up, feeling a bit embarrassed: "How many families do you have here, and which families have this kind of situation?"

"We have more than [-] people here. If there is a problem...the village head reported to the village chief a few days ago that there are almost [-] people." A villager next to him said.

"Take me to the nearest house."

At this time, a man in the surrounding crowd was overjoyed, and almost trotted ahead to lead the way: "Please come here, please, please, Fairy Elder."

The man followed the monks of Fu Mozong and introduced the situation of his family: "My family is that my mother lost her soul. She was fine a few days ago, but one day she woke up and suddenly fell to the ground. I was pinching someone again. I went to the doctor again, tried everything, but I couldn’t wake up, I was still panting, I just couldn’t wake up.”

While listening, several monks were ushered into the door by the man, and went straight to the side room in the east: "My mother is right here."

As several people entered the door, a small head poked out from the big room in the middle, it was a little girl with a double bun.

Qingxi glanced at the little girl, and the little girl also raised her head to look at Qingxi, with innocence written in her big clear eyes: "Sister, how old are you?"

Qingxi frowned subconsciously. This was the third person she had heard ask this question since she entered Wuhuo Village for just half an hour. When asked, the little girl seemed to be frightened by Qingxi's expression, she gave a light ah and then retracted her head.

The man turned his head and glanced at the main house where the little girl was. He ignored the strange behavior of the child, and instead led several people into the room: "Sister Fairy, my old lady, can you take a look?"

At this time, through the faint light that came in through the window paper, Qingxi saw the old man lying on the bed. The old man's face was rosy and his breath was long. Compared with being sick, he seemed more asleep.

Qingxi stepped forward to give the old man a pulse. The old man's pulse was strong. If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't wake up, it didn't seem like there was any problem at all.

"How is it, Xiangu?" The man looked at Qingxi expectantly.

Qingxi said nothing, just swept the old man with his spiritual sense.

"Xiangu?" Seeing that Qingxi was silent for a long time, the man cautiously asked again.

"This is a body, your mother's soul is gone." Qingxi thought for a while, but said the truth.

The man looked up at Qingxi, the pain in his expression made it difficult for Qingxi to look directly at him. The man thought that the so-called lost soul was just rumored by others, that he had been poisoned by some kind of poison, or had eaten something wrong. As long as it is treated, it will definitely get better, but the fairy said that his old lady's soul is indeed gone.

"Xiangnu, what can you do? Is there any way to bring back my mother's soul?" The man's eyes were flushed, he knelt down on the ground and walked to Qingxi on his knees, grabbing Qingxi's sleeve, "Please!" You save my mother, I beg you to save my mother."

Qingxi didn't want to accept such a big gift, but because of the small space, it was difficult to break free from the man's hand at this time. Qingxi's emotional intelligence was far inferior to Qingyuan's, so she didn't know what to do at this time, so she could only let the man stiffly Pulling: "I...do my best."

　small theater:

　　Children: How old are you, sister?

　　Qingxi: 203
　　Child: ...Grandma.

　　Qingxi: ...kid, you will get beaten like this.

　　Children: grandma.

　　Qingxi: ...whose family's brat!Hurry up and take it away for my wife!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)