Quickly wear the host, she is willing to help others

Changyan watched the couple walk away. To be honest, this kind of thing was very common. When people with natural advantages play a large role in productivity, people with disadvantages have little say. The strong have no virtue, and the weak become accessory property instead of people.

But this cannot be blamed on this woman, nor on this man. Under the general trend, it is the fault of the times. Conflicts are transformed between individuals.

"Miss Changyan, don't be afraid." Jing Yinian spoke slowly.

Changyan walked and dealt with it: "Immortal, I have known since I was a child that if you want to get something, you need to give. Paying is hard. A girl who cannot cultivate immortality has no place to live, and no one will allow her to If you don’t marry, you can live peacefully alone.”

It's good to be a cultivator. Cultivation to immortality directly smooths the gap in physical strength, so it's not easy to be suppressed.

"I'm going to pack my things. Immortal Chang can do what he wants." Changyan pushed the door open and started to pack. They stayed there for one night and didn't have many things.

Jing Yinian naturally packed up his things by himself. In daily life, he hardly used his spiritual power.

Carrying a baggage and leaving Huashen Village, two men came to look good. Jing Yinian showed his sword and then gave up.

There are many men in Huashen Village, and many of them want wives, and they cannot go out and marry girls from other villages. Travelers who can come to Huashen Village, as long as they are women, will find a way to stay.

Ningmei's departure was not particularly smooth, and she was stopped, but she had cultivation and did not dare to take action when he stopped her.

When Ningmei came to the gathering place, she was still a little angry. After calming down, she said: "Today they are marrying the bride of the Flower God, little uncle. They have to do it early, otherwise this girl may die."

"It was precisely because of this incident that I left the village early." Jing Yinian did not stop this incident because he did not want to cause public outrage. He did not like the people of Huashen Village very much, but he would do what he was told to do.

Changyan asked gently: "What can I do?"

Ningmei thought for a while, took out a spiritual weapon, and put a bunch of talismans into Changyan's hands: "You have no cultivation, I will just do this with my junior uncle. I will send you to a safe place later." You just need to wait there for us to come back. This is the umbrella, open it, no one can get close to you. This is the explosive charm, no need to recite the spell, if there are bad guys, you can put it to It’s fine on it.”

Naturally, Chang Yan would not rush to get in. He put away his things and showed gentle concern: "Fairies, immortals should protect themselves."

Jing Yinian discussed with Ningmei what to do and where to start.

After the details were finalized, he frowned and sighed: "Kill the evil behind you and run away."

Jing Yinian added: "Wear a spiritual mask. Don't let them know that it was you and me who did it."

The original plan was to wait and check before taking action, but the bride might not be able to wait until this time.

"Okay." Ningmei nodded solemnly.

Jing Yinian didn't need to say anything else. After Ningmei knew the situation in the village, he knew that the only way to get rid of this evil spirit was to sneak up on him. Otherwise, just leave and don't stay. Staying means that he will face the resentment of the villagers.

This evil spirit should be eliminated. Even if he did bring some benefits to this village. Ningmei and Jing Yinian knew very well that they would not be understood by many people.

They arranged Chang Yan in an abandoned temple and started taking action as night fell.

Changyan revised his plan, then took out a spirit bead, looked at it carefully, traced some lines, placed it in the bluestone, found a good position, put two fingers together, and put it in Deep at the bottom of the mountain.

Then watching their battle from the cloud, Jing Yinian broke the formation, ruined the feng shui, and frowned.

Changyan won't help them, it's fine if he doesn't cause them any trouble and increase the difficulty. The two of them worked together to pass this test without any danger.

Jing Yinian and Ningmei were on different paths and separated. Wangjia Village, near the next small county town heading to Dieyu Valley, is Ningmei’s hometown.

Over the past ten years, it has not changed much.

Changyan didn't ask where Ningmei was going, she already knew it. There has been a drought in this area recently. It has not rained for a month and a half. The grass and trees are withered and yellow. Fighting for water can cause serious damage.

Ningmei seemed a bit silent, and Changyan stepped forward and asked softly: "Fairy, you are unhappy. What happened?"

"This is my hometown, but I don't want to come back." The past events are vivid in my mind, and I feel desolate thinking about it. "My parents should still be alive."

"Does the fairy want to recognize her parents?"

"I don't admit it." Ningmei said decisively, "My parents have a very weak relationship. They sold me and repaid their kindness. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other."

Ningmei was very clear and simply arranged for Chang Yan to stay in the county town and go to the village alone to see the situation.

The little girl who was raped, almost buried alive, sold to a brothel, and escaped to become a disciple and become an immortal has now grown up, slim and graceful, with an extraordinary temperament.

No one in the village recognized that this was the former Wang Qiaoqiao. Seeing her extraordinary bearing, they were willing to answer whatever Ningmei asked, so it didn't take much effort for Ningmei to find Wang Deshan, the old bachelor who had raped her and buried her alive.

Wang Deshan is over 50 years old, and he is still alive. He lives idle and idle. In short, he does not do anything serious. He hides whenever something comes to him.

Seeing a fairy-like woman dressed in colorful clothes appear in front of him, he first became lustful, but when he saw the sword in Ningmei's hand, his lust shrank.

"Are you a fairy?"

"I'm already half buried in the earth, yet I'm still looking for a woman." Ningmei looked coldly, and when she saw her enemy, she found that she was not as angry as she imagined, "I live, you lose, go to hell."

With a horizontal stroke of the sword in his hand, Wang Deshan's head was accurately cut off.

He frowned for a long time, and the resentment in his heart dissipated. She sheathed her sword and walked out of the dilapidated and dark mud house with a cold face.

It's very bright outside.

Revenge overdue for more than ten years.

Ningmei put an invisibility charm on herself, and then went to where she came from.

My parents are still alive and have not moved. My brothers are already married and have children. My sister is married and the house has been expanded. It seemed like he was doing well.

Ning Mei glanced secretly for a long time, but still didn't show up. In their chat, Qiao Qiao never mentioned the disappearance.

The family is reunited, the whole family is happy and happy.

Ningmei took a long breath, the master was right, some people just have weak kinship. She is no longer a member of the Wang family, all grudges have been wiped out, she just frowns.

Being able to ask for immortality, not working in the fields, and living a good life watching the harvest season is already very good.

Life cannot be perfect.

Ning Mei came or left without disturbing anyone.

Looking at Ningmei's state, Changyan knew that she had really figured it out and that this matter would not bother her and become her inner demon.

In this case, she was relieved. Changyan walked to the winding stone bridge. Willow trees were planted on both sides of the stone bridge. A river in the county ran from northwest to southeast. The river is very deep, so even if there is a drought, life in this area will be easy if there is river water available.

Changyan's eyes seemed to have reached the bottom of the river.