And said you're not a fairy

Chapter 1 The old man
After the rain, the sky and the earth are completely new.

Passers-by on the road are in a hurry, and they are hurrying to hurry.

I'm afraid that the billowing black clouds that have not yet completely dissipated in the sky will turn into raindrops and fall to the world again.

Few people noticed that it was on the right hand side of the official road, thirty feet away from the official road.

A large part of the yellow mud wall has weathered and fallen off, and the wooden door is crumbling. It has been abandoned by the court for many years, and it may fall apart at any time.

Like an old man who is getting old, he crawls motionless beside the official road, quietly waiting for the end of his life.

Taking a closer look, there is a plaque with mottled surface and very blurred handwriting hanging crookedly on the door of this inn.

Three words can be vaguely seen:
Huayang station.

I don't know when, this long-abandoned Huayang post has gained some popularity.

The backyard of Huayang Station.

They were surrounded by dead branches of trees into a small enclosure.

The black pig with seven heads, two feet long and short, and a pleasing growth, hummed and chirped at Chen Yuan who came to the backyard.

Fifteen years old, Chen Yuan, a young man with an immature face, was wearing a black coarse cloth gown with his sleeves rolled up, and was carrying a wooden bucket.

The wooden barrel is filled with dark-colored hog food cooked with wild vegetables mixed with dross.

Hogs originally ate human feces.

In the homes of farmers in this world, there are even specially built toilets for feeding hogs and for convenience.

It's called a toilet.

"But it's really hard to treat these original people as the second senior brother."

Chen Yuan sighed in his heart.

No one knows that he is actually the second generation.

Half a month ago, Chen Yuan found himself in this strange ancient world, and became this young man named Chen Yuan.

With the memory of his previous life, he is still more accustomed to calling pigs pigs.

These days, he goes around the post station, picks and cuts some wild vegetables, mixes the dregs that the old man found from nowhere, cooks them into pig food, and feeds these black hogs.

Although the selling price is a bit different, it is still much better than those black hogs raised by farmers who grew up eating human filth.

He turned his gaze and saw a little black pig curled up in a corner listlessly, one size smaller than the other black pigs in the pen, only one foot long.

Thinking of this little black pig, seeing with his own eyes, a beautiful girl of fifteen or sixteen, who was in her youth, changed, and couldn't help trembling slightly.

It was hard for him to imagine that he would encounter such a strange thing.

The old man in the post station, his face covered with dimples, like an old farmer, wearing short cloth clothes, with an indifferent expression.

The food he made seems to be mixed with sorcery.

As long as passers-by who came to the inn to shelter from the rain and ate the food he made would turn into black hogs, Chen Yuan couldn't help feeling a surge of fear in his heart.

Moreover, the old man would come to the pen every day to personally select a healthy black hog to slaughter.

Cut open the belly, take its flesh and blood, and use it to entertain passers-by who enter the post.

While he was thinking, he scooped the hog food he cooked in the bucket in his hand into the wooden basin of the stable.

These hogs were originally human, but at this time they were no match for the hunger in their stomachs.

Regardless of whether the food was good or not, they swarmed in the enclosure, scrambling to eat it.

Only the little black pig seemed to have completely given up hope of life, curled up and crawled in the corner alone, motionless.

Chen Yuan looked at the motionless little black hog curled up in the corner, and suddenly felt a sense of sympathy.

"Eat, if you don't eat, you won't be able to survive, and only if you survive can you have hope."

Chen Yuan comforted softly.

He should have been a member of this circle.

Half a month ago, on the way to visit relatives in Lin County, seeing that it was getting late, I inadvertently entered this Huayang Inn to stay overnight.

Unexpectedly, he entered the devil's den since then.

Those who traveled with him all ate the old man's food, were turned into hogs by magic, and were locked in the pen.

But for some reason, Dudu let him go, and only asked him to help with some chores in the station.

Feeding black pigs, cleaning, washing clothes...

The old man is responsible for cooking and greeting guests.

During this period, Chen Yuan also thought about running away, but he thought of the unpredictable old man who knew sorcery.

In the end, he didn't make up his mind and took a gamble.

With the old man's means, if he failed to escape and was found by the old man, his fate would not be much better.

"I just don't know. There are sorcerers and demons in this world. Is there a master of Buddhism and Taoism who can eliminate demons and defend the way, and get rid of the old man?"

Chen Yuan secretly said in his heart.

After thinking wildly for a while, Chen Yuan came back to his senses and saw the little black hog still curled up in the corner motionless, with no intention of eating.

"Forget it, you don't need to eat, maybe you can live longer if you don't eat."

Chen Yuan shook his head.

Those who are slaughtered by the old people these days are those who are gluttonous and the fattest.

Because of this, although the time when this girl transformed into a black hog was only one day later than when he entered the inn, she has survived until now.

However, according to the appearance of this little black pig who has been unwilling to eat, he probably starved to death before being slaughtered by the old man.

Chen Yuan didn't have time afterwards, worrying about the life and death of the black hog.

Compared with the black hogs in the pen that were changed by people, they might be slaughtered by the old man at any time.

He himself is also in prison, and Chen Yuan has been trying to escape from the tiger's mouth these days.

After feeding the black hogs in the pen, Chen Yuan went to clean up again.

During the time in the inn, he tried his best to show his own value, so as not to let the old man feel disgusted with him.

Again, you have to let yourself live first.

Only by surviving can there be hope for everything.

"Have a meal."

At dusk, after the rain had passed and the sky cleared, a glowing red fire cloud appeared. A hoarse old man's voice came from the dimly lit kitchen of the station.

While speaking, an old man in a gray shirt with wrinkled face and a vicissitudes of life, who looked like an old farmer, came out of the kitchen with a good meal.

Chen Yuan heard the shout and walked over.

The old man had already packed the food and placed it on an old square table on the left hand side of the inn hall.

There are two dishes in the dish.

One meat and one vegetarian.

They are fried sunflower and stewed meat respectively.

Especially stewed meat, the meat is soft and rotten.

There are fat and thin pieces of meat, standing in the golden broth covered with oily flowers, trembling when served on the table.

In addition, the old man's cooking skills are good, and the aroma is overflowing for a while, which greatly increases the appetite.

It's a pity that Chen Yuan knew that the stewed meat that must appear on the dinner table came from the black pigs that were slaughtered in the backyard.

Because of this, he never extended the chopsticks in his hand to the meat bowl.

The old man also doesn't eat at all. Like Chen Yuan, he only eats the vegetables he stir-fries.

When the old man had almost eaten, he put down his chopsticks and looked at Chen Yuan:

"You are not bad, these days, you are obedient and don't talk, and you don't do things that annoy the old man in vain. The way you do things is still in the old man's appetite. You were very useful to me, but now the old man is moving and wants to accept you as a disciple." idea."

When Chen Yuan heard this, his heart sank when he paused when he was going to pick up the sunflower.

Although the old man fell in love with him, he didn't want to worship the old man as his teacher.

Not to mention the fact that this old man practiced sorcery, turned passers-by into black pigs and slaughtered them, and sold them as meat, he couldn't agree with them at all.

In addition, the old man made no secret of his demeanor.

If he really worshiped the other party as his teacher, when that capable Buddhist and Taoist passed by to get rid of the old man, maybe he would get rid of himself as well.

Chen Yuan dare not bet that the Buddhist masters in this world can distinguish between good and evil.

If you meet a Buddhist and Taoist who is a little bit more extreme and wants to get rid of evil.

Then he will die unjustly.

The old man looked at Chen Yuan with a satisfied expression, and he continued:

"The old man gives you a chance. If you are willing to worship the old man as a teacher, just follow me, become a beginner disciple, serve the old man for a few years, get my approval, and formally worship under my sect, then you can practice the old man's spells." .”

When Chen Yuan heard these familiar words, he became more determined in his mind for a moment.

Emotionally agreeing to be a teacher of the other party does not immediately learn the other party's spells.

You have to follow him and serve for a few years, and you will not teach him spells until you get his approval and officially accept him as a disciple.

Isn't this pure painting cake?
Chen Yuan would not do such a high risk and zero return thing.

Chen Yuan took a deep breath, put down his chopsticks, looked at the old man in front of him and said:
"Yu has been studying since he was a child, and this time he went to visit his relatives in Qinghe County, next door. He just went to the relatives' home to borrow and study. He wanted to take the imperial examination, not to be able to rise to the top, to be an extremely high-ranking minister, but only to get fame and career, so he failed the kindness of the old man. gone."

He didn't lie to the old man, this time he went to the next county just to visit his relatives and study.

"You scholars, you speak in a high-sounding way, saying that you want to get fame and enter the official career, but in fact you just want to be an official. A dog official who knows how to oppress the people, a corrupt official and a mediocre official.”

"Since the old man gave you a chance, if you don't cherish it, you can't blame me in the future."

The old man snorted coldly when he heard the words, his expression changed from sunny to cloudy, and after leaving such a sentence, he shook his hands and left.

Chen Yuan looked at the back of the old man leaving, speechless for a long time.

He knew that after he rejected the old man, although he insisted on the good and evil in his heart, he also completely offended the old man to death.

The old man may have already decided in his heart, his future life and death.

But Chen Yuan didn't regret it.

The old man kept cursing the officials of the court, they were all dog officials who oppressed the people.

But how can he use sorcery to turn humans into animals, and then kill the animals to sell their meat, how is it better than the dog officials he talks about?
"If you want to survive, you have to save yourself."

After a long time, Chen Yuan sighed in his heart and stood up.

By the way, I cleaned up the dishes on the table.

……

Had dinner.

It quickly darkened.

After a glowing red fire cloud in the sky passed, the world quickly fell into darkness.

After Chen Yuan cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, he went to feed a group of black hogs in the enclosure in the backyard.

The little black hog that the girl turned into was still curled up in the corner without eating or drinking.

In stark contrast to the other black hogs in the enclosure who were scrambling for food, Chen Yuan couldn't turn a blind eye in the end.

The black hog that the girl turned into was carried out of the pen and placed in the yard.

He poured the leftover food he and the old man ate at night into a tattered earthen pot that he found from the station, and only half of it was left.

Put it in front of the little black pig:
"I did what I could. As for whether to choose life or death, it's up to you."

After saying this, Chen Yuan turned and went back to his room.

He was not afraid that the little black pig would run away, and the old man would blame himself.

Although the small courtyard was dilapidated, the first floor was still intact. Once the front door was closed, the little black pig couldn't escape at all.

Chen Yuan didn't see it. After he left, he carried the little black hog to the backyard with leftovers in front of him. Seeing Chen Yuan's leaving back, a gleam of light gradually appeared in his eyes.

Chen Yuan's kindness made the little black pig, who had already had the will to die and gave up hope of survival, ignite a trace of anger in his eyes.

She struggled to stand up with her limp hooves, moved to the leftovers, and swallowed them in small mouthfuls.

(End of this chapter)