The Whole Village Thrives After Adopting a Lucky Girl

This is a small secret realm. There are no monsters, and the monsters outside can't get in.

Jiang Sanlang introduced to the tribesmen: The place here is big enough. We can cultivate fields and be self-sufficient. We can have enough food in the future without collecting magic medicine.

The clan leader was very excited: Really? Is there really no monster coming in?

Jiang Sanlang nodded and took everyone around again, allocating territory to everyone.

Yingbao sat on the little flying squirrel and asked them where they wanted to live so she could free the hut.

After working hard all day, everyone was finally settled, and Ying Bao was too tired to move.

Chun Niang was so distressed that she asked her daughter to lean on the bed and feed her herself.

The two younger brothers laughed nearby: My sister has become a big baby now, and she still needs to be fed by my mother.

Yingbao ignored them and opened her mouth to enjoy the feeding from her mother.

The Jiang family quickly adapted to life here, and even planted Lingmai, which they had never dared to grow.

The clan leader and Old Man Jiang laughed and said, We will be able to harvest a large amount of spiritual wheat next year, and we will definitely be able to sell it for a lot of money.

Old Man Jiang: We won't sell it, we will keep it for our own consumption. We will plant some spiritual rice next year, and we will still have spiritual rice to eat by then.

The clan leader chuckled a few times and sighed: In the past, where did we dare to plant spiritual plants? They were destroyed by insects before they could bear fruit. Now that they are better, we can plant whatever we want in the future.

As soon as winter came, the Jiang family's house had been completely built. The first floor was made of blue brick walls, and the second floor was a small wooden building with a green tile roof. At first glance, it looked better than the houses in the city.

Before the Chinese New Year, Yingbao brought back a lot of animal meat from outside and distributed it to everyone. They were all hunted during the animal tide.

Under the guidance of the clan leader, the whole village held a sumptuous feast and spent the New Year's Eve happily.

Children carry lanterns and visit each other at night, asking for sweets and cakes.

What they didn't know was that this year's beast tide was particularly long-lasting. Those ferocious beasts were still roaming in groups until the first month of the year, and desperately launched attacks on the county town.

The county town was crowded with villagers who had taken refuge. They had stayed in the city for several months and had run out of food and ammunition.

Although the government provided porridge and animal meat, there were too many victims crowded into the county seat, and the government's relief food soon ran out.

Fortunately, there were monks out hunting, so the people in the city would not starve to death, but the fuel ran out and many people could only eat raw food.

Finally, the Wuji Sect sent many high-level monks to wipe out the ferocious beasts wandering outside.

A few years later, there are still many monks coming to Qinchuan County to find Yingbao, and there are even many bad rumors, saying that she is a heinous witch who specializes in sucking people's essence.

And Ying Bao has grown to sixteen years old, and her cultivation has also improved by leaps and bounds.

On this day, she took Little Flying Squirrel out to search for a secret place, and suddenly encountered a group of young monks wearing Wuji Sect costumes.

They were stunned when they saw a beautiful girl walking out of the forest sitting on a giant tiger with black and white stripes.

That's her! The witch who sucks men's essence! A monk pointed at her and shouted: Catch her! The Chen family of Suzaku City has offered a reward of 100,000 spirit stones for those alive and 50,000 for the dead!

Ying Bao looked at these monks coldly, only feeling upset.

The human race is really like a group of disgusting bugs, disgusting her all the time.

Seeing them looking at her greedily and forming a formation to die, Ying Bao felt mixed.

Is it so difficult to make money on your own? Do you have to give her a windfall?

Ying Bao slowly drew out the divine sickle, jumped up, stood in the air, waited for Xiao Hua to retreat into the forest, and slashed it with her sword.

Most of the monks were killed or injured in an instant, but one of them used an escape weapon to escape.

Ying Bao gathered a bunch of storage bags, as well as many magic weapons and spirit swords. She scoffed and waved for Xiao Hua to come over.

Walking to a hidden place, Ying Bao began to count the contents of the storage bag, and found a lot of spiritual stones and elixirs, as well as many array flags, array plates, amulets, etc., which he could use just in time.

Wuji Sect is indeed a large sect, even the foundation-building monks are so rich.

Ying Bao gathered the things together with satisfaction, and when she returned home, she handed half of them to her parents and kept the other half for herself.

As long as she makes the entrance to the secret realm more hidden, she can travel outside for a long time.

A few years later, Yingbao finally found a small secret realm, which was slightly larger than the previous one. It also contained sufficient spiritual energy and was suitable for human habitation. After cleaning up the internal environment and decorating it with formations, Yingbao took his parents and the others. He went to watch it, leaving the little flying squirrel to them, while he traveled around with peace of mind.

This time she went in and out not only of the forest, but also of cities in various states on the mainland, and found many natural and earthly treasures for her parents to increase their longevity.

Mortals have a short lifespan, and she must let them live well and stay with her for a longer time, otherwise, what is the meaning of her life.

On this day, she had just come out of a city and was about to rush back when countless monks suddenly appeared around her.

These monks were all wearing Wuji Sect robes and attacking her with spiritual swords in their hands.

Ying Bao sneered and slowly drew out the divine sickle.

Suddenly, a huge coercion fell head-on, making her unable to move.

She wanted to curse, but she couldn't speak. The divine sickle in her hand struggled hard, but it was limited by the master's cultivation and was suppressed by this coercion.

Ying Bao felt like her spine was being crushed, and she lost consciousness as soon as her vision went dark.

When she woke up again, she was already lying indoors, and someone was gently treating her with spiritual power.

Ying Bao suddenly stood up and looked at this person with a wary face. When he wanted to use his spiritual power, he found that his meridians were empty and there was no trace of spiritual power.

She was startled and quickly checked to see if she was bound by a spirit-binding chain, but she wasn't.

The man in white said gently: Don't be afraid, your meridians are damaged, so you can't feel the spiritual power.

Ying Bao didn't believe it, so she ran out of the house and found that she was in the clouds, surrounded by cliffs.

She wanted to summon the divine scythe, but there was no movement. The divine scythe was not by her side.

Without the divine sickle and no spiritual power, she could not go down the mountain.

The man in white came slowly and said, This is the Wuji Peak of my Wuji Sect. No one else is allowed to enter. Little Demon, stay and be my apprentice. My master will heal you and help you recover your cultivation.

Ying Bao was doubtful: Who are you? Why do you want to accept me as your disciple?

The man in white said: My name is Xiao Mo, and I am the head of the Wuji Sect. I accept you as my disciple because I am optimistic about your qualifications.

Ying Bao frowned: But I killed many monks from your sect? Don't you avenge them?

Xiao Mo lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly: They were the ones who made the first move, and their strength is low. I can't blame you.

Ying Bao was instantly happy and nodded: You should be sensible. I don't want to kill them, but those people are always pressing closer. It's really annoying.

Xiao Mo smiled, Then are you willing to be my apprentice?

Ying Bao rolled her eyes and said with a smile: Yes. If she said no, he would probably kill her, so a man who knows the current affairs is a good man, so let's see what he wants to do first.

In this way, Ying Bao became a disciple of the head of Wuji Sect, but still could not walk down Wuji Peak.

Her divine sickle was nowhere to be found, and no matter how many times she asked Xiao Mo, he would always say that he would return it to her when her cultivation was high.

Ying Bao was depressed, but there was nothing she could do.

However, she stayed on the peak for decades and still could not come down.

Now her injuries are getting better, but her memory has become worse, she often loses sight of things, and she becomes extremely weak every once in a while, which makes her puzzled.

Later she met a little golden turtle who always clung to her and told her stories.

Once, it said to Ying Bao while the Immortal Lord was away: Do you still remember why you came to Wuji Sect?

Ying Bao smiled: Of course Master saved me.

Then do you still remember your little flower? the little turtle continued to ask.

Ying Bao scratched her head: Who is Xiao Hua?

The little turtle said with a sad face: It is your spiritual pet, and you don't remember it?

Ying Bao was a little confused: My spiritual pet? Where is it now?

He was beaten back to his original form by the Immortal Lord and returned to the forest. The little turtle said.

Ying Bao suddenly felt pain in her heart and said angrily: Why is he like this?

The little turtle looked at her with difficulty, and said leisurely: Because he wants you to be an ignorant medicine man.

Ying Bao's brain exploded with a bang, and pieces of vague memories returned, but they were still unreal.

But she finally thought of her parents and younger brother.

No, she had to go down the mountain to see if they were okay.

The little turtle bit her wrist, Don't act rashly, you are not the opponent of the Immortal Lord yet.

Ying Bao paused and nodded slowly.

Yes, she wants to learn like a mortal king, who sleeps on the firewood, tastes courage, and plans slowly.

After that, Yingbao learned her lesson and began to deliberately please the immortal. She made soup for him and sewed clothes for him like in the story told by the little turtle.

But his clothes were not ruined, so she had to tear them to pieces first and then mend them bit by bit.

Xiao Mo picked up the crookedly patched clothes and looked at her speechlessly: What are you doing?

Ying Bao smiled and said: Master, I saw that your clothes were damaged, so I helped you mend them. Are you touched?

As he spoke, he raised his hands, put his bloody fingers in front of him, and said coquettishly: My fingers are all pricked.

Xiao Mo's heart skipped a beat and he pushed her hand away, but still used a ray of spiritual light to cure it: Don't do this in the future.

Ying Bao blinked, thinking of what Little Turtle said, men usually mean what they say, so he was actually a little touched, right?

That's good.

So Ying Bao sneaked into his cave while the Immortal Lord was away, and rummaged around for a while, but didn't find his clothes, but found a pile of futons and pillows.

They are all made of fine silk, so it takes a lot of effort to tear them apart.

Ying Bao looked around and found a sword on the wall, so he took it down.

The sword has become alive and is unwilling to cooperate. Ying Bao threatens it to throw it into the pit if it does not comply. The spirit sword instantly becomes more honest.

With the help of the spirit sword, Ying Bao simply scratched all the tents in Xiao Mo's cave, and then used his spiritual power to control the needle and thread to mend them.

Due to the hasty sewing, the needle and thread went too far, and the pillow actually leaked cotton.

When Xiao Mo came back, he frowned as soon as he walked into the cave.

The gauze curtains in the cave were in tatters, the pillow looked like it had been scratched by a dog, and the spirit-gathering grass on the futon was scattered on the floor.

Ying Bao poked her head out at the right time and asked with a smile: Master, your cave was scratched by the disobedient spirit sword. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I sewed it up. Do you think it's okay?

The spirit sword buzzed with energy, but it did not dare to refute because the woman threatened it and would throw it into the cesspool of spirit beasts if it did not cooperate.

Xiao Mo pinched his eyebrows, sighed, and waved his hand, and everything in the cave returned to its original state.

Ying Bao was stunned and grabbed Xiao Mo's sleeve, Master, what kind of spell is this? I want to learn it.

Xiao Mo brushed her away and threw out a few magic books: See for yourself.

Ying Bao opened these books and didn't recognize a single word: Master, why can't I read? she asked doubtfully.

Xiao Mo paused, took out a jade slip from his sleeve, and touched it on her forehead.

A message was passed into Ying Bao's mind. It was full of various texts and annotations, totaling over a hundred thousand.

Looking at the books in my hand, I can already read them all.

Ying Bao happily returned to her room and read all the books in one go.

Later, when she wanted to go to the Master's Cave again, she found that a ban had been set up and she couldn't enter.

How stingy! Ying Bao muttered and ran to the library.

The library has three floors. She can browse the books on the first floor at will, but cannot enter the second and third floors.

Yingbao spent a lot of effort to roughly read the first level of books.

Of course, just browse through it at random, read more if you find something useful to you, and throw the rest aside.

She didn't dare to put them into the Divine Mansion for fear of being discovered by Xiao Mo, but she could put a few books in her storage bag.

Yingbao didn't know how many years had passed, but she kept looking for an opportunity to leave and quietly made preparations.

One day, Little Turtle told her that she had to leave because the shameless Xiao Mo wanted to dig up her spiritual bones.

Ying Bao nodded, calmly made a bowl of sweet soup for Xiao Mo, and walked into the master's cave with a smile.

Xiao Mo was reading a book and said without raising his head: Put it down.

Ying Bao put the bowl on the small table in front of Xiao Mo, sat down next to him, rested her head on his arm, and said softly: Master, my disciple is too lonely on the mountain, can you bring a few people up here? Accompany me?

Xiao Mo's eyes were bottomless and he stared at her for a while, then stretched out his hand to touch her head and said warmly: In a few days, I will bring some people up to accompany you.

Ying Bao smiled like a flower, shook Xiao Mo's sleeves and said, Master is so kind. You are Bao'er's closest relative.

Xiao Mo clenched his fingers slightly and sighed: In a few days, I, my master, will take you down the mountain to have a look. From now on, you will be an official disciple of Wuji Sect and my great disciple.

Ying Bao looked confused: So I'm not Master's disciple?

Xiao Mo was silent for a moment and said: It's always been the case, but I didn't tell the world.

Not long after he finished speaking, Xiao Mo went down the mountain, and surprisingly he didn't drive her out and seal the cave.

Ying Bao looked up at the spiritual sword, stood up slowly, and took it off: Tell me, where is my divine sickle?

Spirit Sword refused to say anything at first, but after Ying Bao brought a large basin of water soaked in Feihe Shi, the Spirit Sword pointed in one direction.

Ying Bao walked there holding the spirit sword, and finally came to a cave.

This should be the place where Xiao Mo left the treasure. The access runes were circulating and no one could enter.

The little turtle held an exquisite small mirror in its little paws and said, Use this.