Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 188 We Sword Cultivators Are Just Like This

"They and I are not in the same gang at all!" the man said hysterically.

Lin Qingyue exclaimed, "Ah!" "Then why did you attack me?"

Man: "You were there in the middle of the night just to hunt me down, weren't you? Of course I'd strike first!"

Meng Nianchun: "Then can you swear on your heart demon that you have never killed an innocent person?"

The man was silent. Meng Nianchun turned to the county magistrate and said, "Ask him who he killed."

The magistrate quickly stepped forward to question the man, but his mouth was like a gourd with the mouth sawed off, unable to open even a finger. No matter how he asked, the man was determined not to speak.

It was the first time that Meng Nianchun met someone who didn't tell the truth even after taking the truth-telling pill.

It seems that the effect of the truth-telling pill is not useful for everyone.

After Duan Xiaofeng was interrogated, he was released from custody because he was the victim.

The two of them felt a little awkward when they met.

Lin Qingyue and Duan Xiaofeng didn't have much in common, so they had nothing to talk about.

Duan Xiaofeng knew that he had not pleaded for Lin Qingyue that day, so he didn't dare and didn't know how to speak.

So there was a conversation like this.

Lin Qingyue leaned against the wall, feeling a little sleepy after not sleeping all night, and looked at Duan Xiaofeng listlessly.

"You've been arrested again."

"Bad luck, bad luck."

"when are we leaving?"

Are we going to kick him out now? Duan Xiaofeng hesitated.

"...Then I'm leaving now?"

"Leaving now?" Lin Qingyue yawned and hooked his finger: "Reward."

Duan Xiaofeng was silent. He took out all his pockets but found nothing.

Lin Qingyue asked Meng Nianchun, who was interrogating him earlier, "Where's the stolen money?"

Meng Nianchun frowned, and the county magistrate re-examined it. As expected, it had already been spent.

The county magistrate pondered for a moment and then said, "I have a little extra money, which I will give to you two as a reward."

Meng Nianchun glanced at the leaking roof and the chipped bowl on the table, and was unable to continue with this sentence.

Instead, he took out some silver and gave it to the county magistrate, who was moved to tears.

"Sir, how can this be done?"

"If you don't want it, throw it away."

"Thank you, sir."

Lin Qingyue felt the county magistrate looking at her with a hint of expectation: ...

She pulled off the seemingly ordinary wooden hairpin from Duan Xiaofeng's head, which was actually made of precious sunken wood.

Duan Xiaofeng let out a shrill howl, and then fell silent under Lin Qingyue's threatening gaze.

Then she dug out a bag from a pile of gold and silver in her system space and gave it to the county magistrate.

The county magistrate was moved and took it, but found that Lin Qingyue was still holding the thing tightly.

"Sir, this..." He looked at Lin Qingyue with confusion.

Lin Qingyue coughed, "Heart Demon Oath."

The county magistrate looked at Lin Qingyue speechlessly and quickly swore an inner demon oath. Although he was only at the third level of Qi training, the inner demon oath still had a great influence on him.

……

Duan Xiaofeng didn't know why he was so unlucky. He had finally escaped from the Ye family's prison. Fortunately, the Ye family didn't break off their business because of this incident, so he was still able to get his share of the goods.

After leaving Guizhen Pass, he headed all the way to his family's shop. While stocking up on goods, he also collected the profits from the first half of the year. However, he didn't expect that when he was about to reach home with his storage bag bulging, he was caught by a gang of bandits.

This bandit gang is made up of monks, except for the old woman in their kitchen who cooks delicious meals.

They didn't arrest poor mortals, but cultivators. Those who could cultivate to immortality these days were no poorer than mortals with a few copper coins.

It is easy to die if you capture mortals. Although everyone has become a bandit, their future lives are not doomed. They still hope to break through their cultivation and occupy a territory.

Wealthy cultivators would notify their families to send money to redeem their prisoners, while those without money would notify their sects to send money. Of course, if the prisoners were from powerful sects or families, they would kill the prisoners and run away.

They didn't dare to expect that the sect would let them go after they paid the money, so Duan Xiaofeng didn't dare to say which Duan family he was from, but said that he was the son of a small landlord.

Duan Xiaofeng had previously seen them breaking the bones of a brother who had not brought any money and throwing him randomly into a small place.

However, he didn't expect that he would meet someone from Zi Yang Sword Sect in this situation. When the small wooden sword came out, it was almost certain.

When seeing a sword of this quality, people usually guess it belongs to the Zi Yang Sword Sect.

Because this gang is so skilled in business, they have a mature system for selling stolen goods. They either spend the money in one city today or wander around another city tomorrow looking for targets.

Duan Xiaofeng was alone outside and accidentally showed off his wealth, so he was naturally targeted by them.

After listening to Duan Xiaofeng's experience, Lin Qingyue patted his shoulder comfortingly.

"At least you're not missing any limbs, that's pretty good."

Duan Xiaofeng was choked by Lin Qingyue's words. When he thought of Lin Qingyue being trapped by the Ye family, he couldn't help but ask her.

"Then how did you escape from the Ye family?"

"Escape?" Lin Qingyue sighed. "After they knew I was from the Ziyang Sword Sect, they wanted to send me out of Beizhou and give me a sign that banned me from entering the state for life. Then I found an opportunity to knock out the people escorting me and took the opportunity to escape."

Duan Xiaofeng knew what Lin Qingyue had gone through, and he didn't know what to say.

"I didn't even help you, and you saved me again."

Lin Qingyue corrected: "It was Meng Nianchun who saved you."

"Anyway, thank you both so much, otherwise I wouldn't know where I am."

Lin Qingyue humbly accepted Duan Xiaofeng's thanks, "You're welcome."

……

After Meng Nianchun and the county magistrate finished the interrogation, they had to hand those people over to the Immortal Dao Alliance.

Because the immortal bone seedlings from Yang Zishen and Qingyang were placed together in Lin Qingyue's Qingjing, Lin Qingyue could not go to the Immortal Alliance with Meng Nianchun.

Instead, they had to return to the Ziyang Sword Sect, complete their mission, and hand over the immortal bone seedlings. They would be taught to cultivate uniformly, and after they became familiar with the common sense of the immortal world, they would be released back into the immortal world.

Among them, you can join the Zi Yang Sword Sect, or other immortal sects such as Cibei Temple, Rebirth Valley, and Thirteen Mountains are all good choices.

However, they were all talented cultivators with immortal bones, and the entire cultivation world was eyeing them covetously. Moreover, with so many talented cultivators discovered in Northern Province this time, how could the great immortals and major sects not be tempted?

After Duan Xiaofeng bid farewell, Cheng Ruo sent the magic elixir to Ziyang Sword Sect as a reward to Lin Qingyue, Yang Zishen and Meng Nianchun. Because he was penniless and his spiritual power was exhausted.

Lin Qingyue watched him walk away, not knowing when he would get home. He waved and called Tangyuan over, asking Duan Xiaofeng to lie down and hold him tightly.

"Remember to hold on tight."

Duan Xiaofeng's voice trembled a little: "Just... no flying instruments like spirit ships or clouds?"

Lin Qingyue was surprised. "We sword cultivators all fly with swords, so there's no need to buy other flying magic tools."

With a scream, Duan Xiaofeng turned into a ray of light and flew out of Lin Qingyue's sight.

Lin Qingyue stood on tiptoe to look, "Wow, Duan Xiaofeng has a pretty steady grip."