Games with fairies.

Chapter 13 It’s a heart-pounding feeling
  The cold moonlight fell on the General Soldier's Mansion in Loushan City.

The compound of the General Military Mansion was now in chaos.

The screaming and frightened female relatives, the soldiers who hurriedly came forward, and General Wu who was shouting and giving orders... almost turned into a mess.

Fortunately, the situation was under control as the demon cultivator was captured.

When the demonic monk who disrupted Loushan City was subdued, everyone present cheered.

Even Fairy Liuli, who had cold eyes and an indifferent temperament, could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw the bound demon cultivator.

If we take down this magic cultivator, we won't have to worry about the magicians from the Qintian Prison coming to Loushan City to kill people.

The Loushan City, which was about to be razed to the ground, finally turned the corner and the people in the city were saved from disaster.

Thinking of this, Fairy Liuli raised her eyes and looked at the figure on the side.

That man was wearing a black police officer's uniform, and in terms of official status, he was the lowest in the courtyard today.

Therefore, although Zhao Erhu disdained the group of adults in the capital court and had no good feelings towards the so-called Qintian Prison, he was convinced by this mysterious agent from the Qintian Prison.

Zhao Erhu sighed endlessly.

Fairy Liuli was slightly startled when she heard the man say goodbye.

The man smiled brightly: "No, I still have official duties to attend to. I'll leave the fairy to worry about the rest of the finishing touches."

But fortunately, everyone's attention was on the captured demon cultivator at this time, and no one noticed Fairy Liuli's gaffe for the time being.

He took a step forward and appeared several feet away, as if shrinking to an inch, and walked out of the yard in the blink of an eye.

She was a little surprised: "Won't Mr. Wuming stay?"

It was just a normal greeting, but for some reason, Fairy Liuli felt her heart suddenly excited at this moment.

During this turmoil, he narrowly escaped death several times, and it was only thanks to the help of this mysterious police officer that he saved his life.

Fairy Liuli and Zhao Erhu, the flag officer who chased him to stay, could only see the empty corridor and could not find the man at all.

The two people's eyes met, and the man smiled slightly and nodded to Fairy Liuli.

But after the man arrived outside the courtyard gate, the moment he avoided everyone's sight, the man's figure disappeared directly under the moonlight, dissipating like a wisp of smoke.

Zhao Erhu, who was wearing armor, scratched his head with a confused look on his face: "This is such a powerful catcher, he can actually move so fast. I didn't expect that there are such capable people in the imperial court..."

"It's over now, it's time for me to say goodbye."

Zhao Erhu sighed: "But with such powerful body skills and such dangerous instincts that can almost predict the danger, he can only bend down and work as a small catcher in the Qintian Prison. This court is really rotten."

When Fairy Liuli thought of this, the man in the black police uniform turned around. The sharp-edged profile was slightly hazy under the candlelight, as if covered with a hazy veil.

However, it was with him that the dangers along the way were resolved.

She subconsciously looked away, feeling a little flustered.

After saying that, regardless of Fairy Liuli's answer, the man in the police uniform turned around and left, heading straight out of the courtyard.

Without the help of this unknown policeman, he might not even be able to enter Loushan City and would die in the inn outside the city...

After the man handed over the captured demon cultivator to the soldiers present, he passed over the cheering crowd and came to Fairy Liuli with a smile.

"If such a capable person is in our ever-victorious army, Mr. Guo will definitely reuse him!"

Zhao Erhu was filled with emotion.

And on the corridor where the night breeze was blowing, Fairy Liuli, dressed in green, stood beside him but said nothing.

Under the moonlight, the fairy looked at the deserted corridor in front of her, but could not find the man. For some reason, I feel like it will be a long time before we see each other again.

This feeling came extremely suddenly, but it made her heart throb and sting again.

Fairy Liuli's eyes were slightly confused. What's wrong with me?
  The sword cultivators of the Xuanjian Sect have always been aloof from the world, unmoved by external objects, and pursue the highest state of forgetting both things and self, and the unity of nature and man.

This was the first time for Fairy Liuli to be in a state of continuous heart palpitations like tonight.

She was a little confused.

Maybe I need to ask Master for advice after I return to the mountain. Maybe my practice has gone awry recently, which is why I feel this inexplicable palpitation and sense of loss...

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Under the setting sun, inside the outer gate of the Demon Refining Sect, Li Muyang drove a group of two-legged sheep that exuded a strong smell of blood through the street.

On the streets paved with bluestones, all the outer disciples saw the sheep arriving and fled, as if they were avoiding the god of plague.

Although the chore of herding sheep in the Blood Mist Valley is high-paying, there are very few people willing to take the initiative to do it, and it basically depends on the stewards taking turns to assign them.

Li Muyang drove a group of two-legged sheep through the streets and alleys, and finally drove the sheep into the sheep pen. Then he asked the steward to hand over the identity tags and magic weapons.

The steward's surname is Wang, a burly fat man with a hearty smile.

His smiling appearance gives people a friendly feeling, but among the stewards at the outer door, Steward Wang is the toughest.

Anyone who dares to mess with him will almost never end well.

But the good news is that as long as you don't mess with him, Fatty Wang is easy to talk to most of the time.

After Li Muyang handed over the magic weapon behind his identity tag, he returned to his thatched house in a happy mood.

There was a smell of rice and cooking coming from the yard next door. Guan Xiaoshun was already cooking.

After entering the house, Li Muyang first opened the old wooden cabinet and made sure that the two kilograms of rice in his big bowl had not been stolen. Then he felt relieved.

The next step is to wash the rice and cook it in one go.

He was too lazy to cook, so he quickly cooked a pot of rice and put it directly into the wooden bucket. He sat on the threshold and hugged the wooden bucket to eat.

The rice cooked from top-grade spiritual rice is soft, glutinous and fragrant, and the taste is much stronger than ordinary spiritual rice.

Moreover, after the spiritual rice enters the abdomen, it will quickly turn into pure spiritual energy, blend into the limbs and bones, and merge into the meridians to warm and nourish the physical body.

The cultivation of Li Muyang and his group of outer disciples mainly depends on eating.

After eating the spiritual rice in the stomach, it will turn into spiritual energy and circulate in the body, gradually transforming into real cultivation. There is no need to take the initiative to practice.

——That’s how it was.

Li Muyang was washing the pot after eating, but the spiritual energy flowing out of his stomach kept flowing.

Soon, Li Muyang felt that all his limbs and meridians were filled with spiritual energy.

The amount of spiritual energy was so huge that it even caused him some pain.

"This damn...has so much spiritual energy?"

Li Muyang immediately put down what he was doing and began to meditate on the hard wooden bed, trying to sort out the strong spiritual energy in his body.

He used to eat spiritual rice every day and could only feel a little spiritual energy entering his body.

If the amount of spiritual energy supplied by the spiritual rice eaten before was like water dripping from a small water pipe, then the spiritual energy brought by the high-grade spiritual rice was completely like a flood.

Although I was mentally prepared for the power of high-grade spiritual rice, it was too much.

Li Muyang kept sorting out the spiritual energy surging in his body, feeling the feeling that his limbs were almost filled with spiritual energy, and he could clearly understand the gap between ordinary people and powerful men.

——The amount of spiritual energy obtained by those emperors and princes from eating a meal of high-grade spiritual rice is at least as much as that of ordinary people for two months!
  (End of this chapter)