In Hujia Village, there is an inn.

"Ahh Xiaohuan gulped the meat, his mouth was full of oil, and the small brain melon was almost buried in the bowl.

Adopted by her grandfather since she was a child, she has never eaten such a delicious dish.

Zhou Xian sat at the table, looking around at the passers-by, and occasionally jumping up and down on the rooftops, the fox who was not afraid of people at all, still puzzled.

In this world, even if he can't do it easily, what else can he do?

Who is he, an immortal in the world, who has lived for hundreds of years, and can even conceitedly say, "My old man is only nine buckets high, and he is rich and six cars, how can there be anything in the world that I don't know."

100,000 mountains in southern Xinjiang, 63 alien races, witchcraft, sophistry, netherworld ghost world, endless swamp, Qingyunmen, Tianyin Temple.

Even the "Strange Spirits of Gods and Demons": the ancient strange book, which claims to record all the visions of heaven and earth, rare treasures, rare birds and beasts, demons and gods and monsters, was also compiled by him through the books of his predecessors.

It can be said that there is basically nothing in the world that he doesn't know, but now he has gone wrong in a small village.

No way!

Surely there is some misunderstanding there!

"Xiaohuan, how much did you sell that pig, and did anyone embarrass you in the middle? There's something peculiar about it." Zhou Xian asked her granddaughter cordially.

As a fortune teller, he is fully curious about the unknown.

Xiaohuan tilted his head and thought for a while: "That Hu account room is quite good, it's not easy to see me holding a wild boar, so give me an extra tael of silver."

As for the pigs sold, according to them, they must first be inspected to confirm that they are disease-free and pain-free, and then they can be raised outside the village for a month before they can be put into the big pigsty in the back mountain for collective breeding.

Moreover, the tightest place in this Hujia Village is the place where rabbits and pigs are raised, and it is forbidden for any strangers to approach. Even if it is Hujia Village's own people, as long as they come into contact with outsiders, they are forbidden to approach.

Others, there are more foxes in this village, and a little yellow cat is particularly domineering, robbing my sugar gourd, I said a word to him, and he even came to beat me.

Then I fought him right in the street, and if it wasn't for a sister coming over, I almost won!"

As he spoke, Xiaohuan took out a golden retriever from his pocket with some pride: "Grandpa, look, this is what I bit off from that cat's butt."

Mon Sen: ......

As the granddaughter of the world's No. 1 fortune teller, one of the secret branches left by the Qingyun Patriarch back then, in terms of generation, can be regarded as the elder of the first sect of the righteous path, the head of the Qingyun Sect, Dao Xuan.

What is this guy to be proud of when he wins a cat?

And what kind of nonsense is that, others don't know it, doesn't he know it, isn't it a rare big faction in the Demon Sect, the contemporary sect master of the Ghost King Sect, the Ghost King!

This guy is cunning and vicious. The mind is deep, except for the bad life, the others definitely have the posture of a hero. Now this ghost king is now willing to be a small account room.

There must be something strange about this!

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Night.

Zhou Xian sneaked up on the tall building that towered over the hill behind the village: the pig farm.

It is said that there are hundreds of pigs raised here at the same time, including domestic pigs and wild boars, and there are all kinds of secret recipes of Hujia Village, which are forbidden for anyone to watch, not even official visitors.

But who is he, the number one fortune teller in the world, what he is best at is the Five Elements Escape Method and the oil on the soles of his feet. For hundreds of years, countless people wanted him to kill him, but each time he ran away.

That's what a master is.

He suspected that this pig farm was the key to the current change of the Ghost King Sect, and there must be some conspiracy in it.

For example: This ghost king Zongming is raising pigs with grain on the surface, is it possible to use people to feed pigs and cultivate demons?

When the demon pig becomes an establishment in the future, and then puts on heavy armor and attacks the mountain collectively, how terrible will it be?

For the sake of the stability of the world and the people, he had to come over and take risks with his old bones.

Creeping, sneaking, and with the power of runes, he dodged three

A small fox whistle, five adult fox spirits, gradually approached the gate of the mysterious pig farm.

The truth is about to be revealed.

"Meow~"

There was a small cat the size of a palm standing at the door, tilting its head to look at the sneaky old man. In the faint moonlight of the night, the little yellow cat was even glowing with golden brilliance, and at first glance it was a strange beast.

Zhou Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

According to the intelligence, although there are slightly more cats in this Hujia Village than in other villages, there is only one in this inner village, and that is the little yellow cat that fought with his granddaughter during the day today.

This guy can't even beat his granddaughter, and he can't use it at first glance.

Hehe, look at the move!

"Ahh

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Early the next morning, Xiaohuan got up early to clean up his personal hygiene at the back of the inn, and then walked to his grandfather's room with a basin of water, ready to serve his grandfather to wash.

According to the usual habit, if she didn't wash her grandfather, he usually didn't bother to wash it. After that, he chattered along the way, sighed for a long time, and said that his granddaughter was not filial, this disgust, and that dissatisfaction.

Only after washing up the next day, grandpa's mental state will be refreshed, oh granddaughter is so filial, I picked up a good baby.

"Squeak~"

When he opened the door, Xiaohuan looked startled.

Inside the house, his grandfather was tied into a strange shape by a red rope, hanging from the roof beam with his hands and feet behind him, and stuffed things in his mouth.

"Woohoo! Woooo Zhou Xian's expression was a little anxious, obviously hoping that his granddaughter would leave quickly alone, if he could, it would be best to go to Qingyunmen to move a rescuer.

Hey, his dignified number one fortune teller in the world actually lost a trick under the paws of a little yellow cat, made a mistake, and was careless!

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Xiaohuan entered the door and looked straight at Baguio, who was drinking tea on the table in the room, and the little yellow cat who was laughing at himself triumphantly.

"What do you want, one person does one thing, you let go of my grandfather! Didn't I bite your cat, it's a big deal that I'll let him bite it once in the same position!

If you can't do it once, ten times!"

The little yellow cat was stunned and fell into deep thought.

This, it doesn't seem to be a loss!

Baguio, who was still calm, was instantly furious.

"Bang~"

The girl said angrily, "Do you know what your grandfather did? He dodged the secret sentry at night and wanted to investigate the pig farm, do you know how much effort I put into this pig farm?

He is an outsider, and if he goes in casually, it is easy for the pigs inside to be infected with diseases, and then all my efforts in the past few days will be in vain.

According to the rules of my Hujia Village, this is a felony, and it should be punished!"

"Huh?"

Xiaohuan looked at his grandfather in surprise.

Didn't he claim that there was no place in the world where he couldn't go? How to go to a small pigsty and still be caught?

Facing the questioning eyes of the baby granddaughter, Zhou Xian's face turned red.

The evening is not guaranteed!

After pondering for a moment, the clever Xiaohuan suddenly thought of one thing, if this Hujia Village wanted to kill it, it would have been killed long ago, and there was no need to wait for her to come over.

Grandpa can't run, what threat can she pose as a little girl?

"What do you want?"

Baguio smiled slightly, "Little girl, you are very smart. There must be a price for everything, I heard that Le Ye said that your grandfather and grandson can tell fortunes, so you are proficient in arithmetic?

In this way, I will give you a year to help us cultivate thirty account gentlemen in Hujia Village, and I will not be to blame for this matter."

These days, the Ghost King and Uncle Qinglong have complained to her more than once, there are more and more pigs and rabbits, and the accounts are becoming more and more difficult to calculate, and even counting the number every day is a kind of torture for them.

Use your spiritual sense, it's disgusting, don't use it, count them one by one, you can't count them. And the clansmen, take care of it, and it becomes

I ate it myself.

The silver in the warehouse, the amount of grain consumed and stored, and the daily expenditure and income of the village, these things are not clear, and they are confused, and there is no way to make the farm develop smoothly.

Xiaohuan breathed a sigh of relief: "A word is a certainty!"

This request is too simple for their grandparents and grandchildren.

Baguio stretched out his hand.

"Huh~"

A golden streamer flashed around Zhou Xian's body.

"Puff~"

The rope snapped.

"Smack~"

Zhou Xian's eyes widened and he fell directly to the ground.

Baguio went out with his hands down.

"A school is being built on the south side of the village, and it should be done tonight. From today on, the two of you will be living there for a year until the end of the training.

If you need anything, you can directly order Xiao Hei, who is guarding the door for you, and he will procure it for you."

Sitting on the ground grinning and letting his granddaughter massage herself, Zhou Zhou Xian looked at the back of the departing girl with some surprise.

"At such a young age, he has reached the realm of exorcism, and his whole body is full of pure energy, and his cultivation is not the second volume of all the Heavenly Books of the Ghost King Sect, what is going on?"

Xiaohuan was a little confused: "Grandpa, what are you doing when you go to see other people's pigsties?" You don't want to steal pigs, do you? Didn't you teach me from a young age that it was wrong to steal from other people's things?"

Mon Sen: ???

After being silent for a while, the old man became angry: "What do children know, go and play at the same time!"

Xiaohuan pouted.

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In the evening, Hujia Village is quiet and beautiful. Mountains in the distance, fields and villages nearby are bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

At this time, a middle-aged scribe returned from outside the village in a lost place.

The Ghost King's eyes were deep and melancholy, as if he was hiding endless thoughts, and his steps were slow and heavy.

Originally, he thought that the movements in Hujia Village would attract the attention of those righteous sects, but it turned out that he seemed to have overestimated his importance in the minds of righteous paths.

When he went out to inquire carefully, he found that this village in a remote place was almost indifferent to those of the righteous sect. Some wealthy families even occupy an entire state with hundreds of thousands of acres of fertile land.

Compared to those, what is it in the small Hujia Village to sell some rice and salt? Unless he sets up a caravan and goes to all corners of the world to sell in large quantities.

The key is that those people who came to the village to buy rice and salt, even if they were caught, they didn't say where they bought them from, so that he thought those guys were his own.

It's so uncomfortable!

Of course, the most important thing is that there was a major event at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain recently, it is said that someone destroyed the Caomiao Village at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain, and the chickens and dogs were not left.

Such a means, and dare to act at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain, can be said to be a powerful holy gate, which has fiercely boosted everyone's morale and diverted the attention of all righteous paths.

But to the surprise of the Ghost King, he inquired about it, and it turned out that this matter was not done by anyone in the Holy Gate.

That's weird!

Could it be the hidden branch of the Holy Gate, or those righteous ox-noses or bald donkeys, who have been pure-hearted for a long time, have nothing to do, and slaughter a village to have fun?

Shaking his head, the ghost king didn't want to think so much anymore, so he went back and continued to raise pigs.

In fact, it doesn't matter if the righteous path doesn't come, the Ghost King Sect has grown more and more with the endless blood and soul of pigs and rabbits, and after a few decades, if the righteous path doesn't come, he can also fight it.

Not a big problem.

He has thought of the strategy of the Ghost King Sect for the next twenty years, nine words: build a high wall, accumulate grain, and slowly become the king!

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Hey, hey, hey!

With a sneering face, the ghost king walked back to the village indifferently.

"Come, read it to me, one by one, one by two... Three-seven-twenty-one..."

The Ghost King was surprised

Different.

When did the village have a school? And why do you work so hard, it's late this day, and you don't sleep?

He remembered that it wasn't like that before.

Back then, the ghost king of the previous generation found a treasure land on a small island in the south, as long as he threw the grain seeds down, and then arranged a weeding and insect repellent magic circle, he could harvest grain four times a year.

Since then, in the evening, when everyone has eaten and chatted outside, they go back to sleep one by one and make people.

So much so that he couldn't live in the cave, so he had to get a Hujia village out.

Reading, studying? Isn't this just to eat and drink, and now that you have eaten and drunk enough, why do you still need to study and study?

This is what those fox people replied to the idiot back then, and almost made the idiot half angry.

Standing at the door of the school, the ghost king saw at a glance the old man at the top, with white hair and fairy wind bones, and he was still an acquaintance: Zhou Zhou Xian.

Back then, the black-hearted old man took the elite of the Holy Sect to Qingyun Mountain and was swept away by the Immortal Sword Array, and then the younger generation of Qingyun Sect rushed straight to the temple, which frightened the people of the Holy Sect and fled in all directions.

And at that time, as the chief disciple of the Ghost King Sect, he naturally had to serve the master who returned from a serious injury, and soon the master hung up, and he simply went incognito and traveled the rivers and lakes.

After that, I met this Zhou Xian.

Although this guy looks unreliable, he has to admit that he is knowledgeable and has amazing experience, and the news of any family in the world can be as good as if he has been there in person.

So the two accompanied the rivers and lakes together, drank and ate meat, and they could be regarded as confidants.

The key is that this guy's fortune-telling is nine times out of ten, and one day he calculated a hexagram on a whim, and he actually said that he would lose his wife and daughter in middle age in the future.

Can this be endured?

After leaving directly in a rage, who knew that Zhou Xian's son happened to be targeted by the demon, and when he came back, the young man had run out of gas.

Lao Zhou was also disheartened, and after handling his son's funeral, he said goodbye and left.

Now, it seems that the two have not seen each other for decades. I didn't expect this old thing to have snacks, and he even knew that he came to teach Hujia Village, isn't this just a defeat?

"Smack~"

The ghost king slapped enthusiastically: "Old Zhou, why are you here?"

Zhou Zhou Xian turned around, looked carefully, and looked surprised: "Why isn't your daughter dead yet?"

Ghost King: ???

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