Twenty years ago, there was a protracted Great Realm War between the Xiaoyue Realm and the Canghai Realm, causing thousands of cultivators and more than a million monks to be involved between the two realms. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The battle lasted for three years, and during the three years, the soil in the two realms turned bright red, and the blue sky was enveloped in black smoke and blood.

The road is full of dead bones, and the eyes are full of withering!

Hundreds of thousands of heroic souls died on the battlefield, and life became as cheap as ants!

After this war, most of those great factions who had a glorious history in the past also turned into ashes and disappeared in the long river of history, becoming the memory of the whitewashed winners!

And the fall of countless strong men who should have been immortal also caused the divine weapons and elixir magic weapons on their bodies to also be scattered in the wilderness.

As a result, the speculative profession of waste pickers came into being in line with the trend of the times!

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Ten years ago, a scavenger picked up the token of the head of the Xiaoyue Realm, the former first- and third-rate sect, the "Little Sword Sect", so he thought about having a fate to meet thousands of miles away, since he was in the dark, let him pick up this token, it was destined by God, and it was bound to make him the head of this faction!

So, with this master token, after more than three months, braving the wind, frost, rain and dew, and wading through mountains and rivers, he finally arrived at the foot of Wuya Mountain!

At that time, he was covered in dust, ragged clothes, carrying a strange metal box on his back, holding a baby girl in his arms, and holding a wild pheasant with a bare ass and two green hairs on his head, born with a green hat halo!

These things have been picked up by him all the way in the past few months.

The metal box was found in a cave next to the bones of a humanoid body with a five-foot golden body.

The baby girl was picked up from a lotus pot that floated down upstream when he was crossing a large river.

As for the pheasant? It was picked up in a wild forest where a mountain fire broke out of thin air, and at that time, it was dying, and it looked strange and pitiful, so he saved the other party's life.

And on this cliffless mountain, it was where the Dao Gate of the Little Sword Sect used to be, of course, at that time, the building had already been empty and turned into ruins.

So, this scavenger, from that day on, became the head of the Little Sword Sect!

At that time, the entire sect was just himself, a baby girl, and a chicken!

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Ten years later.

No cliff mountain, barren land, a well-repaired dilapidated small view, on the gate outside the view, there is a plaque hanging crookedly, on which two words are scribbled incomparably, "small sword"!

At this moment, in the view, in the courtyard, under the five-hundred-year-old plane tree full of dead branches and leaves, a braid, wearing a patched red Tang suit, a pair of embroidered shoes with big toes exposed, a delicate and small face frozen like a red apple, snorting from time to time, a stubborn face, a little girl aged about eleven or twelve years old, each carrying a stone pier weighing hundreds of pounds in two immature little hands, is focusing on the horse steps, practicing pile skills!

A small dragon-like aura faintly emerged from the top of her head, which was a sign that the cultivation was successful!

At this moment, she already has six Hun Yuan power, which is also commonly known as six strength, and the power of each power is equivalent to the power of a tiger!

Her name is Orange Guo'er, and she is the only disciple of the Little Sword Sect in the past ten years!

The uncle in charge said that from the day she started, she took on the fate and responsibility of being the senior sister of the Little Sword Sect, so she had to set an example and set an example for some idle things such as daily practice, fetching water, cooking, washing clothes, sweeping the floor, feeding chickens, and farming.

Therefore, since the age of six, Orange Guo'er has taken care of all the idle things in the Taoist temple, although the uncle in charge said that he will definitely recruit a few new disciples as soon as possible to share the pressure for him, but the fact is that five years have passed, and she has not even seen a single foot hair on a new disciple's leg!

At this moment, from a distance, cooing, swaying, looking like an old man with his hands behind his back, he walked lazily over a wild pheasant with a bare buttocks and two green hairs on his head.

This pheasant is the one who started with Orange Fruit back then.

I heard that the uncle in charge picked it up in a ravine where there was a forest fire out of thin air, and the uncle said that it was a phoenix, a phoenix that had lost all its feathers!

However, no matter how you look at it, Orange Fruit still looks like a chicken!

It's still a very stinky fart, born with a green hat pheasant!

This wild pheasant likes to run to the spiritual land and steal the spiritual valley that the orange fruit has worked so hard to grow. Therefore, between one person and one chicken, there is an enmity that does not share the sky.

Just like at the moment, the pheasant deliberately held his chest up, held his head high, and walked past the orange fruit as if he was not birding you.

Orange Guo'er looked at the pheasant in front of her, instinctively swallowed a bit of saliva, and then hehe sneered, and in an instant, he couldn't help but say that he was carrying the hundreds of pounds of stone piers, and smashed his head and face towards the chicken!

She hadn't opened meat for almost a month, and since she had chicken to eat, why didn't she catch it?

However, the change of things was unimaginable, this wild pheasant's combat power was stronger than that of Orange Fruit, and at the moment when the stone pier smashed over, it had already flapped its chicken wings, fluttered and jumped high, and then showed a pair of polished black and shiny iron claws, and grabbed it towards Orange Fruit's head!

In an instant, chickens flew and dogs jumped, and one person and one chicken fought passionately together!

After a cup of tea, his nose and face were swollen, and his hair was like a bird's nest of orange fruits, covering most of his swollen right face with one hand, and holding a handful of chicken feathers with the other, like the sun exuding warm sunshine on a winter afternoon, and he laughed brightly.

It worked, and she finally succeeded in plucking a handful of chicken feathers from this pheasant!

The pheasant, not far away at this moment, changed his gloating and smug expression in the past, and at this moment he glared at the orange fruit with great surprise and anger, and then fled in disgrace!

"One day, I'll completely strip you of your old hair!"

Orange Guo'er looked at the gray and defeated pheasant, grinding her little tiger teeth, and said with a smile.

And this is just a daily routine between her and the pheasant, although today she still loses!

Seeing that the sky was climbing up to three poles, Orange Guoer felt that it was time to wake up the uncle.

So she stuffed the chicken feathers into a storage bag tied around her waist, which was a gift from the uncle on her tenth birthday, in the shape of a sachet, embroidered with a holy little lotus flower, which she was very rare.

After patting the storage bag, Orange Guo'er was satisfied, and jumped up, and walked towards the house where the uncle lived with the wall paint that had lost its paint and leaked on all sides, but it was the best house in the Taoist temple.

As for where she sleeps?

Of course, it's the porter, after all, she wears many hats in the view, in addition to the porter, she also serves as a senior sister, a chef, a woodcutter, a spirit farmer, a laundryman, a spirit animal breeder and other important positions, although the cuckold chicken is not a spirit animal at all.