"Okay, I won't toss with you, the child will be locked up if he is naughty, and the parents will not care if you send someone from the county government to take care of it, such a long river, I can't manage this cultivation. Wang Xiancheng is at his own convenience. ”

After speaking, Chen Feng summoned the magic sword and flew along the river towards the Taoist temple.

Just as he flew to the vicinity of the suspension bridge, Chen Feng suddenly sensed,

"That's not right! There are evil things. ”

Just under the bridge, Chen Feng felt that there was an evil aura moving rapidly.

Chen Feng released three fireball techniques in a row, and the exploding water waves surged, and bursts of white mist rose.

But the aura of the evil creature was still moving rapidly, and Chen Feng released several shocking spells with all his strength.

Fish that have flipped their bellies are constantly floating up the river.

The aura of the evil no longer moves fast.

Chen Feng carefully sensed the surface of the river, and reached out to take a picture of a rather large billfish beside him.

A pile of talismans spilled out, and this time none of the talismans burned, only a few runes lit up.

The evil aura on the fish's body dissipated.

Manipulate the magic sword to cut the fish maw.

After searching for a long time, I picked out a strand of black hair.

"What are you afraid of every day?"

Curling his hair with a talisman, Chen Feng lifted the big fish and walked in the direction of Wang Zhijie.

He wanted to find out where the fish came from.

Wang Zhijie saw Chen Feng carrying a big fish and returned, and hurriedly complimented:

"Immortal Chang good luck, such a big clear water sturgeon is rare now."

"Clear water sturgeon? Tell me about the habits of this fish. ”

Wang Zhijie was stunned for a moment by Chen Feng's question, but he quickly introduced the sturgeon.

This fish is a specialty of the Qingshui River, and it was quite common when Wang Zhijie was young, but in recent decades the number has been decreasing.

Upstream tributaries like the Dongcheng River are rare.

Now this season is the season for the sturgeon to migrate and spawn, and the sturgeon caught by Chen Feng is the largest Wang Zhijie has seen in recent years.

He then recommended to Chen Feng how to eat the sturgeon.

Speaking of the fish made by the sturgeon, I swallowed my saliva.

Chen Feng didn't have an appetite for his eloquent description, but took advantage of the gap between his words and said lightly: "Next time, take me to catch a suitable evil thing, these two times are too weak to catch it." ”

After saying this, Chen Feng stared at Wang Zhijie, trying to capture the subtle changes in his mood

There are no special emotions to be revealed, and all reactions are natural.

Chen Feng deliberately asked when he was lax, if this can also be acted, Chen Feng can only say that his acting skills are superb.

As for why you are tempting.

It's not that Chen Feng is suspicious, it's mainly that there are more coincidences.

In the more than half a year since he came to Guanping, he has encountered two evil things, although they are both weak, but this is too coincidental.

And Wang Zhijie is the one who can string these coincidences, Chen Feng can't say anything about it.

Bidding farewell to Wang Zhijie, who was still a little confused, Chen Feng analyzed the source of the hair of the evil thing.

The fish migrated here from the Qingshui River, and the most likely evil thing was in the Qingshui River, but there were so many cities along the river, Chen Feng still couldn't tell which city it was.

However, if there is a city that is most likely to be, it is Shimizu Mansion Castle.

The Qingshui River crosses the city, and that section of the river can definitely give birth to evil things of the strength of the main body of the silk.

Returning to the view, Chen Feng lingered at the core of the formation for a while.

In the end, it was decided not to return this information to the sect.

If it is really an evil thing from Fucheng, thinking of the abnormality of Chunxiang Pavilion before, the water in this Qingshui Fucheng is too deep.

Or don't mix it up.

Besides, there are foundation building monks stationed in Fucheng, so he doesn't need to worry about a single Qi cultivation disciple.

Thinking about the joints, Chen Feng restrained his thoughts, and then drew the talisman.

On the day of the New Year's Day, Chen Feng made a dumpling by himself, and also wrote a couplet and pasted it at the door of the Taoist temple.

But the empty Taoist temple still doesn't have much flavor of the year.

A strong sense of loneliness made Chen Feng's heart never settle.

I looked at the lively Guanping County in the distance for a while.

Chen Feng decided to go out and experience the New Year's Festival of this world.

Chen Feng, who had changed into an ordinary middle-aged man's appearance, walked on the streets of Guanping.

Every household in the county is hung with red colors, and there are children burning firecrackers on the streets, and the whole county is filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The only pity is that there is no winter in this place in Sekihei.

There is no snow during the New Year, which makes Chen Feng feel that this New Year's Festival has a little less flavor.

Walking around, a dense crowd appeared in front of Chen Feng.

A makeshift stage, surrounded by people on three floors and three layers outside.

Chen Feng could only see the figure on the stage when he stood at the back of the crowd, if it weren't for his keen five senses as a cultivator, he wouldn't have heard what was being sung on the stage.

But the people around them still looked at the stage excitedly, as if a few figures could bring them great happiness.

Chen Feng was infected by this atmosphere and watched the play being performed on stage with great interest.

He was looking at it casually, but when he sorted out the plot of the play on stage, his expression gradually became serious.

The plot is that the rich lady who is popular with the people falls in love with a poor scholar, but one of the Taoist characters makes Chen Feng feel a little strange in his heart.

This man is a harlequin, and in order to cultivate evil methods, he uses all kinds of tricks to break up the poor scholar and the rich lady.

The ending was happy, the evil people were deflated, and the poor boy hugged the beauty.

If the other monks in the White Water Gate were here, there was a high probability that they would disdain the vulgar dramas of mortals and would not watch them at all.

Even if you read it patiently, eighty percent will come to the last sentence, mortals are mortals, and there is no knowledge.

But Chen Feng is different.

With the experience of Blue Star, he knows that this kind of folk opera is a reflection of the people's cognition, and at the same time, it will reinforce this cognition.

The design of the Taoist harlequin, whether intentional or not, reflects the image of the person in the practice in the minds of ordinary people.

After watching several scenes in a row, the villains are all various monks who have mastered extraordinary powers.

A doubt in Chen Feng's heart was preliminarily answered.

The fear of ordinary people towards cultivators comes not only from the fear of the power at the hands of practitioners, but also from a drama in the countryside.

Walking aimlessly through the streets and alleys, Chen Feng pondered in his heart the reason why the image of the person in his cultivation was designed so negatively.

Even if there was that kind of evil cultivator who needed to kill mortals to practice the Fa, it would not be the turn of mortals under the rule of the White Water Sect to be afraid.

The White Water Sect does not oppress mortals, or the cultivators of the White Water Sect never take mortals seriously.

Chen Feng, who was in the middle stage of Qi training, could ignore most mortal attacks, and if he was besieged, he could still run away with his sword.

Not to mention a monk of the level of Zhu Jindan.

It will only take a little effort for one person to destroy a country.

"Maybe it's this kind of ignorance that allows mortals to vent their fears of cultivators at will, and gradually superimposed over time to get to where we are now?"

"Or is there someone who is making trouble? Want to prepare public opinion for the rebellion against immortal cultivators? ”

Thinking of this, Chen Feng felt that his brain was too big, and he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.