Noon

When the sun is at its peak,

In the small courtyard of the green tile, Wei Shan was standing silently in front of the bronze long table, looking at the pig corpse in front of him that had been broken down into pieces of meat with distinct textures, and frowned deeply.

On the side, a lonely pig's head was placed in the corner of the table, and there was still a bit of unwillingness and confusion in the dead eyes.

Wei Shan didn't care about it, this time he moved extremely fast and steady,

A type of Lei Yuan forbidden his hand, slapped on the top of its head, with scattered arcs, cutting off its consciousness,

In the next twenty seconds, a knife bleeds under the jaw, and a knife stabs the heart to death, which is already worthy of it.

It's just that this pig is unwilling and not very sensible, and he wakes up when he comes.

Wei Shan glared at the pig's head, and then reached out and turned over the cleanly shaved pork backbone that was cooked.

In the end, it was during the suppression that he hurt this evil animal,

The good backbone, when it was deviated to the lower half, was broken into two sections,

The viscous marrow blood flowed out, white and greasy, with blood, and the fishy smell was tight.

Pingbai dirty him with a good meat!

Wei Shan pursed his lips, took a square white cloth, and carefully wiped his blood-stained fingers.

Compared with the white spine, the knobby hands are even fairer, which is in stark contrast to his tanned face and broad and tall figure.

After a while, Wei Shan threw the white cloth aside, his hands were clean, and his heart was not so blocked.

It's not for the sake of killing, so it's troubled,

What kind of evil is this butcher who kills pigs?

It's just a pity that he joined the Fan family and killed pigs here for three or four years.

The heart is naturally like the pig-killing knife, cold and hard.

But until now, I can't cook this pig cleanly from beginning to end, which is really useless......

Fortunately, these lowly pork,

The main house on Fan Yun Mountain is useless,

He stretched out his hand and took the hundred-year-old paulownia tree heart plate on the side, which contained a freshly removed loin, this huge pig, in fact, what the main family wanted to use was just this small piece of tender meat.

Weishan's hand is slightly cool, and the inspiration is flashing,

Several smooth seals, with the continuous flicking of fingers, pinched out like flying butterflies, turned into a touch of ice blue chill, and then covered the entire plate.

formed a thin layer of hoarfrost, with a persistent low temperature,

A small frost descending method is not a clever spell, but it is best to keep the ridge fresh here. With the blessing of this little trick, he can run slower and save a lot of energy.

He took the plate, bowed his head and walked out of the yard quickly,

Following a small road, I hurried to the main vein of Fanyun Mountain not far away.

It's a very high and wide mountain,

The clouds cover the mist, the spirit birds fly, the morning bell and the dusk drum, solemn and solemn,

There was a protégé of the Fan family who praised that this place should be called, the ancient wood is deep in the immortal city, and the palace is full of real people.

On this side, six silver bands around the mountains,

In that place, the nine-turn fairy sound sings freely,

Fan Yunzhi Mountain is the clan land of the Fan family, and the Fan family is an immortal clan, and there are even Jindan-level monks in the clan.

Elixir! That's a very powerful great cultivator!

But if you want Weishan to say, how powerful is this,

But he could not say,

After entering the Fan family as a cultivator, he had the opportunity to practice, and so far he has only practiced qi at the second level, and there are still seven layers of qi cultivation in the small realm from the golden pill, and the distance from the great realm of building a heavy foundation.

Even the knowledge of these cultivations has only been learned one or two so far.

The mountain road is long and narrow, and although Weishan's foot strength is not slow, it is difficult to walk.

Fan Yunshan is already vast, except for the main vein where the core members of the Fan family live, the rest of the recruited protégés and cultivators who sold themselves all live in the scattered side peaks near the mountain range.

On the way to the main vein of Fan Yun Mountain, there are many monks passing by, and according to Wei Shan's current identity, they all have to stop and wait, and only after the other party has passed by, can they continue to move forward.

This took a lot of time, and when he reached his destination,

On that piece of pork loin, the hoarfrost under the cloth of a small frost descending method is about to melt.

But looking at the fat boy who had already poked out his head on the mountain road ahead, Wei Shan knew that he had come in time this time.

"Master Yang Qing, the loin of the fragrant spine pig, the small one was brought."

Weishan looked deeply, and gently put the hundred-year-old paulownia tree heart plate containing the ridge on a low bluestone on the side of the road.

Then, a white-haired greyhound jumped out of the fat boy and swooped down on the tenderloin.

Wei Shan only stood with his head bowed, the fragrant ridge pig he slaughtered was just the heir of a first-grade red paste spirit pig and an ordinary domestic pig, it was a half-spirit beast, and its flesh and blood only contained a little spiritual power.

The disciples of the Immortal Cultivation Family will definitely not eat these.

Only by cultivating slaves can they eat,

However, the loin of the fragrant ridge pig, which is close to the inside of the spine dragon, is extremely delicate, and even has a strange fragrance.

In order to be the white-haired civet dog who likes to eat fragrant meat, occasionally take a look.

He was busy this time, and Baba sent it, but he was just waiting for the greyhound once.

After a while, there were only some loose meat scraps left on the plate.

The white-haired greyhound snorted disdainfully, discarded it to the back of his head, wagged his tail, and trotted back to the fat boy.

"The Seventh Young Master asked me to give this to you, he said that you know for yourself that after three days, if there is no result, you don't have to be in Fan Yun Mountain anymore!"

The fat boy Yang Qing threw a package from afar, drove the spirit dog, and returned to the main vein of Fan Yun Mountain.

Wei Shan picked up the package and slightly uncovered a corner, only to see that there were five or six first-grade spirit stones in it, as well as a small black pill.

The black pill, with a certain cold and fishy smell, was extremely unpleasant.

The second-grade poisonous blood pill is a poison pill that has entered the rank.

He was startled, silently hid the package in his arms, and walked back to the small courtyard where he was silently bowing his head.

On the bronze table in the courtyard, the meat of the fragrant ridge pig had been divided by the other cultivators, leaving him only a piece of fat and thin hind leg meat, and the dead pig's head.

The hind leg meat is his share, and the pig's head is his reward for killing the pig.

cleaned up a spicy fried pork slices, and marinated the pig's head, and the sky was already dark.

Wei Shan directly locked the courtyard door, cleaned up the bronze long table, and sat next to him to eat and drink.

The slices of meat were oily and fragrant, but he didn't have much appetite.

Nearly five years have passed since he entered the Fan family.

At that time five years ago, in Yunshan County, where the Fan family was located, there was still a sect of cultivating immortals, called the Ming Huang Sect.

At that time, he was just a ten-year-old naughty boy in a small village in the mountains.

Qingshan Village, where it is located, is within the sphere of influence of the Ming and Huang Sects.

And although he was tested for his cultivation qualifications, he was too inferior to enter the eyes of the Ming Huang Sect.

The family was even poorer, and they couldn't afford to pay for the spiritual objects they entered, so they were not included in the door wall by the Ming and Huang Sects.

But in his village, in a group of green sheep raised by Ming Huangzong, there was a mutant and crazy, gnawing and killing most of the same clan, and eating the young children in the village, the people in the village really couldn't bear it.

Then he drew lots and selected someone to send the crazy green sheep to the Ming Huangzong and handed it over to the immortals.

Even if it can't be delivered, don't let that green sheep continue to plague Qingshan Village.

This draw chose him,

also happened to meet the Ming Huangzong Jin Dan Sect in charge, and died at the end of his life.

The strength of the Ming Huangzong was greatly reduced, and the increasingly prosperous Jindan Fan family was wiped out in one fell swoop.

And because he has cultivation qualifications, even if he has no blessing to become a disciple of the Ming Huang Sect, he was also taken away and became one of the thousands of cultivators of the Fan family, just like those outer disciples of the Ming Huang Sect.

"Tsk...... Fan family repaired slave ...... The outer disciples of the Ming and Huang Sect, what is the difference, they are all for the people above to do labor! Wei Shan took a sip of old wine, and his eyes were a little more free.

Ming Huangzong refused to pass on his cultivation method, but after he accidentally bumped into the Fan family, he was handed down a volume of "Righteous Heart and Spiritual Method", which ranked as the second-grade mental method.

It is said that if you are a person with good qualifications, if you practice diligently, you will be able to cultivate to perfection in this life.

After that, "Lei Yuan Forbidden Hand" and "Little Frost Descending Method" were all slowly learned after that, and they also made him no longer like a mortal. Naturally, it is also for the butcher's craftsmanship on the body.

But soon, he looked hazy into the distance, and the black eyes in the night sky above his head revealed a little unwillingness.

A little mist lingers in the eyes and lasts for a long time.

After a long time, it gradually dissipated, leaving only a firm determination.

"Dead Dao friends don't die in the poor way, but they practice the right way!"

Wei Shan gritted his teeth and sighed, added a lot of energy, reached out and took out the package from his arms, and entered the door to take out a bottle of good wine in a copper kettle.

After the second-grade poisonous blood pill was crushed, it was sprinkled along the side of the copper kettle,

The elixir inside becomes a colorless and tasteless poisonous slurry in the blink of an eye.

Then he took the marinated pig's head meat, put it into the food box, and took advantage of the night, Wei Shan changed into a clean coarse cloth clothes, and then went out of the small courtyard again.

This time, he didn't go to the main vein of Fan Yun Mountain,

Instead, he turned around and went to the foot of Fanyun Mountain, a place called Jimingping.

Where is the place where chickens and ducks are raised, poultry manure is everywhere, and it is the most noisy and filthy.

But there is one person in lockdown, which is also the reason why Wei Shan can be safe and stable, and be a cultivator on this Fan Yun Mountain, unlike other disciples of the Ming and Huang Sect, who are either sold or rushed to Montenegro to dig spiritual mines.

Song He, the young sect master of the Ming and Huang Sects, a former foundation-building monk,

Now the Fan family's prisoners,

Compared with Weishan, it is a few points inferior to the cultivators.

"You're not a disciple of the Ming Huang Sect? That's fine, but ...... back You have to be a disciple of the Ming Huang Sect, or you have to be a disciple of the Ming Huang Sect Master! ”

"This sect has long betrayed my Great Qin Immortal Dynasty and returned to the overseas Immortal Gate, these days I have been looting countless spiritual objects in the Great Qin Mountains and Rivers, but I don't know where to hide, you will 'find' it for me!"

The monks of the Fan family said clearly,

Or send carbon in the snow, or see the truth in adversity, and then entrust it with the great cause of the sect, but I don't know what to entrust!

That's all there is to it......

In the meantime, Wei Shan knows all this,

It is said that the monks of the Xianmen are all ordered by the head of the sect, and they only recognize the sect and do not know their relatives.

Before he became an immortal, he got an immortal disease!

I'm afraid that the monks of the Fan family are also worried, if they choose other captured disciples of the Ming and Huang Sect, if they are allowed to connect in series, there will be hidden dangers.

simply has Wei Shan, who is not a disciple of the Ming Huang Sect, so he has another guarantee.

"Tuk Tuk!"

"Young Sect Master...... Surname...... Senior Brother Song! ”

Under the half-round crescent moon, Wei Shan gently patted the rotten wooden door,

He could see clearly through the crack in the wooden door, the width of a baby's arm......

A corpse is hanging from a beam of the house.