Flying far away from the range of the Spirit Beast Mountain, Xiao Chuan landed on the ground, and only then did he dare to look back, but the Spirit Beast Mountain in the distance, under the shroud of mist, was hazy and could no longer be seen clearly.

The little pig still arched back and forth in Xiao Chuan's arms, and kept muttering: "You're going to starve me to death!

Xiao Chuan didn't know where to go for a while, although he also wanted to continue the fairy road to do a leisurely cultivation, but on this road it was inevitable to fight with people, fight to the death, and the little pig will always be a burden, will be Xiao Chuan's biggest weakness, and is the biggest threat to Xiao Chuan's life.

After experiencing so many changes, Xiao Chuan's heart was surprisingly calm, except for his reluctance to the sect, master and Ling Yun, there was no trace of resentment, and even for Qiang Sheng, he only had pity.

Xiao Chuan suddenly believed that there was a providence in the dark, and everything was his own unchangeable fate.

Thinking like this, Xiao Chuan felt that the little pig was cute even more, and felt that the little pig was the most important part of his life, so he subconsciously tightened his arms and let him arch back and forth in his arms.

Ankyo, the capital of the Anju Dainichi Dynasty, is a place that Ogawa did not dare to think about before he was thirteen years old, and disdained to go after the age of thirteen.

In addition to the prosperity of cultivators in the Tianfeng Continent, the secular world realm is also complicated, like the four immortal states of heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang, there are many political regimes at the same time, and in the small place of Anzhou, the Great Sun Dynasty is the sole master of the entire secular world.

Xiao Chuan walked into the city gate of Anjing with the little pig in his arms, and such an appearance was far less sensational than in the cultivator world.

Occasionally, passers-by turn their eyes over, but they just regard Xiaochuan as a boy who pretends to be stupid and cute, or a perverted person with special interests, and even a few half-stupid young ladies come over and call cute, eager to take it and hug it.

In fact, the secular world realm of the Heavenly Wind Continent is not unrelated to cultivators, everyone knows the existence of cultivators, but the cultivator world realm and the secular world realm are like two parallel spaces, they can look at each other, but they rarely intersect.

And Anjing is actually one of the intersections of this point, Xiaochuan chose to come here, and he also subconsciously has a lot of nostalgia and reluctance for the cultivator world.

The streets of Ankyung are very spacious and tidy, the road is full of traffic, the crowd is endless, and the various shops on both sides of the road are lined up one after another, which is far more lively and prosperous than the fang market.

All this is undoubtedly a new life experience for Xiaochuan, who was born in a small mountain village.

Although there are not many spars in Ogawa's storage bag, it is still an astonishing wealth in the secular world.

Xiao Chuan's largest pawnshop in the city, casually threw out a medium-grade spar, and bought a set of big mansions in the best part of the city with three domestic servants, and if he was willing to spend a little more money, he could also buy a few beautiful maids to serve.

That night, Xiao Chuan lived in a mansion under his own name, which made him more and more convinced that if a cultivator gave up the immortal path, he could indeed easily enjoy the glory and wealth of the world.

But when everything was settled and everything was quiet, Xiao Chuan habitually meditated on the bed and began to concentrate and refine his qi......

The little pig kept eating and eating in front of the countless delicacies in front of him......

Six months have passed in the blink of an eye, and as the north wind blows, the Tianfeng Continent has entered a harsh winter.

In the morning, in a deep house compound in the city of Anjing.

Wearing a gilded brocade cotton robe, a beautiful white mink fur hat, and lacquered red calfskin boots, Xiao Chuan looked like the most ordinary gentleman in the city.

A white and chubby little pig obediently arched around Xiaochuan's legs, humming and chirping.

In the past six months, Xiaochuan has long been accustomed to the endless diet of the piglet, which is as difficult to fill as a bottomless pit.

However, under such endless devouring, the little pig is still the same size as half a year ago, and there is no sign of growth, which is a miracle, but it is a pity that it is still ordinary and has no aura.

Xiao Chuan also tried to let the little pig learn a simple meditation and spitting method, but the little pig refused to practice at all except shouting for food and shouting, "I am a true spirit!".

Slowly, Xiaochuan completely gave up hope, and the little pig lived a life of non-stop eating and drinking every day.

In order to hide people's eyes, Xiaochuan set up a big restaurant called "Zhenxuan Pavilion" in the city, and went to take care of it every day, living the life of an ordinary businessman, and it was also convenient for Xiao Pig to open a business at any time.

In fact, more than eighty percent of the dishes in the back kitchen of Xiaochuan's restaurant are eaten by pigs every day, but fortunately, Xiaochuan, the boss, doesn't care whether it is profitable or not, and the salary he gives to his guys is very generous, so everyone is not surprised.

"Boss, the carriage is ready!" the servant Gao Sheng ran in through the door.

The little pig, who had already known the routine, immediately ran out of the yard and jumped into the carriage, moving as swiftly as the strongest tanuki.

Xiao Chuan shook his head helplessly, walked out of the courtyard slowly, and stepped into the carriage.

After the carriage moved, Xiao Chuan easily extinguished the stove in the carriage and said to himself: "How much aura does it have to be adjusted by wearing such thick clothes and baking a fire." ”

"Little pig, don't forget your identity, how many times have you been talking about you, you ran so fast just now!

"Brother, I'm a true spirit!" the little pig snorted and chirped and arched back and forth in Xiao Chuan's arms.

In the past six months, Xiaochuan and Xiaozhu's relationship has increased day by day, and although they can't be their partners in cultivating immortals, they have also become the only relatives in their lives.

The carriage stopped in front of "Zhenxuan Pavilion", and the little pig went straight to the private room closest to the back kitchen and began to feast.

Xiaochuan came to the old position in front of the window as usual, a pot of old wine, a plate of side dishes, and sat and watched the hustle and bustle in Anjing City, the sunrise and sunset on the horizon.

In the early morning restaurant, there are few diners, only a few scattered tables of guests drinking morning tea.

In the deserted hall, the conversation of several idlers in the market was particularly clear.

"Yo, Huang San, why are you here, why did you get up so early today, didn't sleep with your cuihuan more!"

"you! I can't sleep today!

"Isn't it the emperor's grand ceremony to recruit cultivators who protect the country! It is held every year, what is so unusual!"

"You don't know the Dao, the cultivators who came to apply this year are not all those who bluffed people in the past, I heard that there are also disciples of the real Immortal Cultivation Sect. ”

"But it's not, I heard that there are disciples of the Imperial Ghost Sect, the Heavenly Buddha Pavilion, and the Spirit Beast Sect!"

......

Hearing the name of "Spirit Beast Sect", Xiao Chuan's heart suddenly pinched, and the liquor that had been sent to his mouth could no longer be swallowed.

The token of the sect is still in his hand, and he is still a disciple of the Spirit Beast Sect in name, but he is already separated by a moat.

A glass of spirits, all in one drink......