Fairy is in trouble

Chapter 3 Reluctant love
The gray-black flying sword was stuck on the stone of the dock, and the sunlight shone on the spine of the sword, flashing colorful lights.

Zhao Lihua from the end of the village discovered it first.She originally thought that the shining thing was a stupid fish that jumped onto the shore, so she went to pick it up happily. When she saw the thick sword blade clearly, her screams resounded throughout the village.

The elderly village chief rushed over on the back of his eldest son, instructing his second and youngest sons to push away the curious adults and naughty children, surround Feijian with a wooden fence, and asked his grandchildren to knock on the door from door to door to notify.

The arrival of the flying sword is a signal, which means that the immortal is coming and the immortal test is about to begin.

The villagers, men and women, young and old, all gathered at the pier. Their usually squinted or squinted eyes were now wide open and straight.Their eyes are more meticulous than when clearing cordyceps, and more fanatical than when counting copper coins.

They are both pious and unbridled.

The piety lies in the bending of the knees, the kiss between the forehead and the ground, and the recklessness lies in taking advantage of the village chief's family's unpreparedness, climbing over the fence like a hungry wolf, and greedily touching the dark hilt of the sword, in an attempt to gain the blessings of the immortal.

Xia Jing didn't go, he saw the sword earlier than Zhao Lihua.

The villagers thought it was a fairy sword, but in fact it was just a flying sword that failed to be refined. It did not fly down from the clouds as the villagers said, but was thrown from the island in the middle of the lake with some clever skills.

He thought that these monks are still so childish now.Tell the surrounding villages why there is no need to use flying swords, just let the people from the yamen run.

The monks on the island in the center of the lake are probably at the Wu Zhang realm, and Wu Zhang is only the second realm of cultivation. The island in the center of the lake is not close to the docks of the three villages. It is difficult for the three flying swords that failed to be refined to use spiritual power. This flying sword The handsome man wearing stone is handsome, but at least half of his dantian is empty.

Coupled with the damage caused by flying the sword before, the monk on the island in the middle of the lake had to meditate all night before he could fully recover.

Xia Jing shook his head.

There was movement from the other end of the wall, and my cousin ran back, dancing and describing the situation at the dock to his mother on the hospital bed, using all the wrong words and sentences in his heart to show off the sword.

Xia Jing thought again that the three swords he had at the time were much more majestic than the one at the dock.

As soon as the idea came to him, he smiled.Laughing at myself for reviving my life has become a bit childish.

He doesn't hate such childishness.He thought that he wanted to find the most majestic sword.

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The flying sword was stuck on the stone for a whole day, and all the villagers touched the dark hilt. Even the newly born younger brother of Zhao Erya's family and the yellow dog that Zhao Lihua's family had raised for three generations took advantage of the cover of night. Rubbing it carefully on the hilt of the sword.

Wei Yuhe arrived at Dahu Village in the evening.

On the island in the middle of the lake, he saw the arrogance of the villagers, the baby with a snot-filled nose, and the dirty old dog.He found it interesting.

The oldest village head of Dahu Village is only 72 years old. In the opinion of Wei Yuhe, who is nearly a hundred years old, the villagers are all young children. He likes these lively children.

His smile was gentle, like seeing a group of sparrows jumping under the eaves - he had no expectations for this group of sparrows.What can you expect from a sparrow?

He had already visited the other two villages, and sure enough, there were no fairy seedlings. His heart was already weak.

Until he saw three teenagers in the crowd.

Wei Yuhe's deep laughter echoed in the ripples of the sunset and in the suspicious eyes of the villagers.

Yun Yiyi held Xia Jing's hand and placed it against the boy's side, looking at the immortal who seemed to be laughing like crazy.

Zhao Shitou thought of the crazy ape he met three years ago. He tensed his muscles and blocked Yun Yiyi and Xia Jing.

He knew that he was not as strong as Xia Jing, but no matter how strong Xia Jing was, he could never be stronger than the immortal. He could buy some time for them.

"What are your names?" Wei Yuhe's laughter stopped and he looked at the three of them with burning eyes.

The villagers dispersed and stood in a half circle, with the mouth of the circle facing the immortal, and Xia Jing and the other three people surrounding the circle.

"Xia Jing."

Xia Jing's calm voice soothed away Yun Yiyi's nervousness and Zhao Shitou's vigilance, and they stumbled over their names.

Yun Yiyi thought of yesterday's conversation, and she hugged Xia Jing's arm harder, as if she wanted to integrate the boy's arms into her chest and abdomen.Zhao Shitou also thought of those words. He did not look back at Xia Jing, but looked at the immortal in front of him.

"I am Wei Yuhe, the elder of Xiaomei Peak of Fuguang Sect." Wei Yuhe took two steps forward, "Will the three of you follow me up the mountain to practice?"

Zhao Shitou's rock-like body swayed like reeds in the wind by the lake.The black bear a year ago failed to shake his solid base, but these light words made him lose focus!
"Stone!" Zhao Shitou's father shouted next to him.

"Disciple is willing!"

Zhao Shitou knelt on the ground and made a mark on his forehead on the solid ground.

Wei Yuhe laughed, grabbed his hand, pulled him up, and wiped the dust from his forehead with his sleeves.

"Yiyi!" Yun Yiyi's father then shouted.

Yun Yiyi's tears were about to fall.

Xia Jing's arm was pressed against her chest, pressing the piece of gray jade.The warm gray jade, the smooth gray jade, the gray jade she pressed against her lips to smile last night, and the gray jade she held on her chest for joy. Gray jade is the promise of the young man and her most beautiful fantasy.

Her sad eyes poked at the immortal's shadow and hung on her toes.

She didn't want to be chosen or become a fairy. She had already sewn a red wedding dress. It must be the most beautiful dress in the whole village.As long as she waits until Xia Jing comes to propose marriage after passing the immortal examination, she can wear that red wedding dress and marry the young man next to her with everyone's envious eyes and sincere blessings.

"Yiyi."

Her grandfather's voice came, urging her to agree to the immortal who had ruined her dream.

She looked up at the boy beside her.

Xia Jing didn't expect that the words of comfort he casually said yesterday would make the girl so sad. Yun Yiyi's tears slipped across his fingertips and rolled to the ground.

"There is no difference between Fuguang Sect and Taihu Village." Xia Jing said.

Wei Yuhe disagreed with this statement. How could an ordinary village compare with the Immortal Sect?He did not refute, thinking that Xia Jing was just comforting Yun Yiyi.

Yun Yiyi also disagreed with this sentence. In the past 16 years, she had endured the kenma, defeated Erya, and allowed Lihua to fall in love with her, so that she could have the boy's arms to herself.

Now, she has to leave behind the good situation in Dahu Village and go to that Fuguang Sect. God knows how many jackals, tigers and leopards are hidden there, grinding their teeth and vying for her boy!
"When you succeed in practice, you can go down the mountain to visit your relatives. The senior Taoists in the sect are very kind." Wei Yuhe comforted her.

Wei Yuhe has been in charge of Daonan County for more than 30 years. He has never seen the fairy seedlings, but he has read and heard stories about the fairy seedlings who are unwilling to go up the mountain from the records in the door and the gossip of fellow Taoists. He concluded that those who resist or It was out of fear or reluctance that he comforted the girl like this.

He did not expect that his fellow practitioners and seniors had never encountered that Xian Miao was actually worried about a female cultivator from the same sect snatching away her beloved young man.

The villagers looked at Yun Yiyi eagerly, and the girls of the same age clung to their parents' arms, wishing to push Yun Yiyi away and kneel at the immortal's feet.

"Yiyi." Yun Yiyi's father shouted again.

Yun Yiyi ignored it.

The oxen in Dahu Village pulled the wooden plow across the fields, stepping into the autumn harvest into the soil, and also stepped down wisps of evil spirit. This evil spirit was soaked by the river water and rain, absorbed by the rice seedlings, and condensed into grains. The smooth rice beads entered the stomachs of the villagers.

The villagers of Dahu Village grew up with stubbornness, and their bodies are more or less as stubborn as old scalpers.

"Jing'er." Yun Yiyi's grandfather called Xia Jing's name. He knew that only Xia Jing could comfort his granddaughter.

Wei Yuhe also became nervous. His flying sword could split the city wall, and his spells could control the wind and rain, but when faced with a fairy seedling that didn't want to go up the mountain, he couldn't find any way to deal with it.

He also looked at Xia Jing.

Xia Jing pulled out his arm from Yun Yiyi's arms and held the girl's hand in her panic: "We are willing."

(End of this chapter)