Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 19 Don’t do bad things, it’s good deeds
The sky was getting slightly brighter.

Xu Yuanchang walked back to his yard from the hillside with a hoe and shovel. He spent nearly an hour clearing away the traces of the battles along the way and found a good Feng Shui location for the dead ghost at the foot of another mountain to ensure that no one would find him.

All the throwing knives were recovered, and more than ten of them were seriously broken and deformed, and others were buried.

Returning to the room, he sighed slightly as he looked at the large ventilated hole in the west wall.

The battle was fun for a while, but then the wall was repaired...

He reluctantly picked up the energy, swept out the white ash on the floor, wall and door of the room, along with the bedding, and lit a fire to burn it to avoid future troubles. He lived in a remote place and nothing he could do would disturb the neighbors.

After closing the door of the west room, he walked into the empty room on the east side, closed the doors and windows, made some protective arrangements, sat down on a chair, closed his eyes and breathed.

It consumes a lot of physical strength, mana and spirit, and it hurts everywhere when you relax.

In urgent need of breath adjustment and recovery, he didn't even bother to count the loot he collected.

On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, the smell of cooking meat wafts from every house.

The free men gathered together to throw dice and play leaf cards, shouting and shouting loudly.

Someone suddenly mentioned that before dawn in the morning, there seemed to be movement and strange laughter at the foot of the west mountain, which sounded very scary.

Others echoed, saying that they also heard a faint cry at night, and when they heard it again, it fell silent and disappeared, which was really scary.

If you are timid, please quickly change the subject and say, don’t talk about this during the Chinese New Year. We have Taoist priests in our village who can keep us under control.

By noon, Xu Yuanchang opened his eyes and stood up from the chair. Most of his magic power had been restored, and he had the strength to fight again. He made a simple meal, filled his empty belly, and picked up two cloth bags from the ground.

All poured onto the table, a pile of translucent spiritual coins glowed with jade color, reflecting the light, and there was a faint flow of brilliance.

After careful counting, there were as many as ninety-seven.

A smile appeared on Xu Yuanchang's lips. He guessed that Zhuang Liangji earned so many spiritual coins in order to collect money to buy low-level magic weapons. The cheapest magic sword sold in Xian Yuyuan Shop costs a hundred spiritual coins, and its quality is guaranteed.

Now this windfall is all advantageous to him.

In addition, four hundred taels of silver notes and some scattered silver were also collected.

His empty wallet suddenly bulged, and his net worth skyrocketed.

The other scattered items, including talismans, paper figures, long swords, pretentious jade fans, etc., were all discarded and buried. Don't let the small things make the big loss. I only didn't find the exercise books and the like, which was a little regretful. Maybe stored elsewhere.

The thief Wang San who was killed in Xiahe Village did not have any spiritual coins with him, so he probably kept them at his residence.

Put the banknotes into your arms, put the loose silver into your sleeve pocket, and put all the spiritual coins into the cloth bag.

He planned to hide the bag of spirit coins in three places at night when it was quiet, and would not use it for the time being. He did not want to attract other people's attention until the limelight passed.

Currently, the top priority is to improve his cultivation and enhance his magic power.

He took out the "Notes from Mount Qishan" that brought him misfortune and carefully read it page by page. The methods of drawing talismans and making spells, raising ghosts and poisoning to control zombies recorded in it were not good methods. He found nothing special.

Light a candle, hold the book close to the light, and read page by page through the light.

Turning to the back cover and looking at the light, I finally saw something unusual. There were faint ink lines inside.

The covers and back covers of books are all made of two layers of paper, or even three layers of paper, which appear thick and stiff, forming an interlayer in which the secret is hidden. It is indeed secret and difficult to discover without careful attention.

Cut off the back cover with a knife and soak it in a basin of cold water.

Throughout the afternoon, Xu Yuanchang cleaned out the holes in the wall, mixed white ash with mud to make slurry, dug out the remaining green bricks from the corner, and added the good bricks selected from outside the holes. He repaired the holes by himself, and was busy cleaning and wiping. It's dark.

Take out the soaked paper leaves in the basin, carefully and slowly uncover them, and cut them into two pieces.

Revealing the secret of the folder, a topographic map was outlined with simple pen and ink, including mountains, rivers, rocks and trees. In the middle of the three mountains below, an obvious black circle at the entrance of the cave was drawn, with water ripples outlined on the edge.

"Treasure map?"

Xu Yuanchang whispered, there was no text label on the picture.

Zhuang Liang pursued this secret map and eventually lost his life.

He has never even seen the map of Qingping County, so he has no way of knowing what is shown in the map.

He wrote down the abstract and simple topographic map and had a general impression in his mind. He found an old book he bought from the town, put the wet paper in it, went out when it was dark, and collected the spiritual coins, treasure maps and The notes from Qishan are kept securely.

Taking advantage of the darkness and silence of the night, he used the magic of lightness and ran twenty miles away. He threw the confiscated bronze plaque of "Inspection Officer" and the brown wooden plaque of Rogue Cultivator into the river respectively and buried them in the soil. Eliminate future troubles and quietly return to the yard. Sitting cross-legged on the newly made bed, he carefully reviewed the thrilling life-and-death battle between him and Zhuang Liang.

The blinding technique used by people to perform tricks is the lowest level of illusion. This life and death battle has made great achievements, which gave him new inspiration. There is still great potential in the practice of blinding. The magic of using it lies in one's mind.

True and false, false and true, all are means to protect oneself and win.

Through intense actual combat, he had new ideas about the current style of flying knives.

The thin ones can be even thinner, and two or three pieces can be stacked on top of each other without looking cumbersome.

The thick one can be thicker, and the attack force can be increased with great force.

The outside world was dangerous and he had to arm himself with all his teeth.

To survive well.

He believes that not doing bad things is the greatest good deed.

After midnight, it’s New Year’s Eve.

Around five o'clock in the morning, Xu Yuanchang walked into the village in the dark carrying a lantern. Firecrackers could be heard scattered far and near.

The dogs are very quiet and dormant, and they don't bark or bark indiscriminately.

It is an early custom in Qingping County.

Several houses are brightly lit, and the whole family sits around a big table. The table is filled with chicken, duck, and fish. They are hot and fragrant. They are all good food that they usually would not eat. They light candles and burn incense to worship their ancestors first. It is full of ritual, so it is called " New Year”.

On this day, you must smile, speak softly, and say some kind and auspicious words.

While eating a sumptuous New Year's breakfast, the dark blue clean morning light shines through the window paper.

Chickens croaked and birds sang outside, and the smell of incense filled the air with the mist.

After breakfast, the sky will be bright.

Gouwa wiped his mouth and stuffed his pockets with large and small firecrackers, all gifts from his third uncle. There was also a big bag at home, enough for him to play wildly for seven or eight days.

He will be the most beautiful kid in the whole village during this Spring Festival.

Meiwa put down her chopsticks, her short legs ran like wheels, and she shouted: "Brother, wait for me."

The little baby baby was holding on to the chair, standing unsteadily, pointing its little finger outside, calling out "baaaaah", wanting to go out and play.

After putting the dishes and chopsticks away in the kitchen, Xu Yuanchang was pushed out by Gou Wa Niang. The eldest brother had already used a brazier to chop firewood in the main room.

The two of them were warming themselves up to the fire, their faces flushed, and they were talking about everyday things.

After finishing her work, Gou Wa Niang came over from the kitchen, brought out melon seeds, peanuts, and cakes, and gave Milkman a piece of cake to chew on.

After chatting for a while, Xu Yuanchang took out a cloth bag from his sleeve and handed it to the eldest brother: "After the first month, if anyone has land for sale, eldest brother can buy it, but don't be too tired."

Dazhu took the cloth bag and opened it to see a few silver cakes, shining brightly under the firelight.

His family has only a few acres of land, but the output is not enough. There are too many people and too much food to chew. His biggest wish is to have three more acres of land to make a living.

"This...this is too much."

"Yes, third child, you keep some on hand for getting a wife."

Gouwa Niang looked at her brother-in-law opposite, reached out and accurately grabbed the baby on the side, almost knocking her butt off.

Xu Yuanchang did not dare to take on the idea of ​​marrying a wife, so he quickly changed the subject, saying that it was easy for him to make money, and he discussed with his eldest brother about going to pay New Year's greetings tomorrow.

Dazhu handed the money to Gou Wa Niang for safekeeping, and said excitedly that when he got rich, he would hire someone to reclaim the wasteland.

After a few years, when the wasteland matures, it will be the most cost-effective.

His eyes are full of longing for life.

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(End of this chapter)