Book-traveling villain: The saint is trained into a witch at the beginning

Less than ten miles away from the main altar of the Heavenly Demon Sect, there was a small town.

There were monks and mortals in the town.

The scale of the town is not small, especially after the people rescued from the Tianshuang Gate, the small days are very lively every day.

In the largest mansion in the center of the town, Shangguan Jingxian snorted and woke up with a faint pain in his neck.

Seeing the familiar decoration style above her head, she understood it in an instant.

I was brought to the territory of the Heavenly Demon Sect again.

Last time I was under house arrest for seven days, I don't know how many days I will have to stay this time.

"Ahem......" Shangguan Jingxian coughed dryly a few times, feeling as if there was a fire burning in her throat.

Hearing the movement, the maidservant who was waiting outside the door walked in and poured her a glass of water with her hands and feet.

After three glasses of water poured into her stomach, the discomfort in her throat gradually faded.

Shangguan Jingxian put down the water glass and was about to thank her, when she suddenly felt that the appearance of the person who came was a little familiar.

"Hey, ...... are you?"

the maid smiled generously: "Holy Maiden, we meet again."

Shangguan Jingxian saw the long sword she was carrying behind her back, and only then did she reunite the round and jade girl in front of her with the ragged and withered figure in her memory.

At that time, she was at the Tianshuang Gate, and she stood at the front with a "fairy sword".

That kind of cold eyes like a wild wolf really startled Shangguan Jingxian.

From the destruction of the Tianshuang Gate to today, less than half a month has passed.

Now that I see her, she has been reborn and has the demeanor of a small jasper.

And he also has the triple cultivation of forging body.

"Just call me by my name, I'm no longer a saint. Shangguan Jingxian smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'...... I'm no longer worthy. The

girl was noncommittal, turned around and took a set of peach-colored dresses from the outside, and handed it to Shangguan Jingxian: "If Miss Shangguan feels depressed, you can go to the town for a walk."

"As long as you don't leave town, no one will stop you."

Shangguan Jingxian took the clothes, a trace of waves in her heart, and joked: "Then what if I have to leave?"

"The young master has sent the captain of his own personal guard, Miss Shangguan should be honest." The girl raised her eyebrows and glanced at Shangguan Jingxian teasingly.

"Don't forget to wear the bracelet on the table when you go out, here, only the ring does not recognize the person, only the bracelet can prove your identity.

"Also, the young master's personal guard captain will give you a secret guard, you can know it yourself, and you must not publicize it.

"During the time you are here, I am your personal maid, and if you need anything, just ask me, and you don't have to be polite.

Shangguan Jingxian picked up the glass bracelet on the table, looked at it, and found that the style was obviously different from the one on the girl's wrist.

She couldn't help but wonder what kind of identity such a bracelet represented

, a guest, a prisoner, a slave,

or ......

"What if...... If you can, can you send me a message?" Shangguan Jingxian put on her bracelet and asked tentatively, "Your young master, I want to see him." The

girl smiled, and quipped, "What, this is in a hurry?" "

Don't worry, at most two days, the young master will come to see you."

"There is a small shop in the south of the town that specializes in rouge gouache, you can check it out.

Shangguan Jingxian's face was slightly red, and the rebuttal turned twice in her throat before swallowing it back.

After the girl exited the room, Shangguan Jingxian took off her dirty white dress and put on a brand new dress.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally didn't put on the veil.

Walking onto the bustling streets, Shangguan Jingxian felt the calm that she had not seen for a long time.

Frankly, she hasn't had a good time lately.

During the day, she had to find ways to hide her identity, live in seclusion, and even the veil had the blessing of a special formation, so as not to be discovered by Haoran Sect's eyeliner.

At night, she didn't dare to sleep at all, and she would wake up at the slightest disturbance, for fear that she would be killed by the killer who Zhou Wuya bought in her sleep.

But none of this exists in this town.

She doesn't have to hide anything, she doesn't have to fear anything.

Not to mention that this is the territory of the Heavenly Demon Sect, the minions of the Haoran Sect can't reach here at all.

Even if something happens, there is a wolf demon in the shadows who protects her at all times.

The hard-won sense of security hit the softest place in her heart, and in a trance, her nose was sore, and she almost cried.

After taking several deep breaths, Shangguan Jingxian pressed the inexplicable grievances back into her heart.

An afternoon is spent in tranquility and leisure.

She strolled through the streets and alleys, listened to storytellers tell stories of ups and downs, watched the master make lifelike candy figures, and listened to the enthusiastic shouts of the small traders.

For the first time, I felt that the life of mortals was so colorful.

As the sun went down, she suddenly remembered the rouge shop that the girl had said.

Having grown up in Xianmen since she was a child, she certainly didn't use the things that mortal women used to dress up.

But she felt the need to buy a box.

After all, having been displaced for so long, the skin must have deteriorated, in case ......

Asking all the way, Shangguan Jingxian quickly found a small shop on the corner.

She arrived a little late, and the hostess of the house was cleaning up the stall and preparing to close.

"Madam, wait, don't clean up yet!" Shangguan Jingxian hurriedly called out to the proprietress "I want to buy some rouge, can it be convenient

?" "Of course you can, what do you want?" The proprietress enthusiastically invited Shangguan Jingxian into the store and began to recommend styles that sold better to her.

Finally, he also said that if you can't look at it, you can also customize it, but the price is more expensive.

Shangguan Jingxian made a mistake this time, so she could only confess in embarrassment: "I have never used rouge before, or ...... Boss, look at it and give me some. The

proprietress smiled and did not refuse the business delivered to the door.

She looked around Shangguan Jingxian up and down, and when she saw the bracelet on Shangguan Jingxian's wrist, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Girl, you see it's almost time to eat, and it's a time-consuming job with rouge. The proprietress took Shangguan Jingxian's hand with a bright smile on her face, "If you don't dislike it, how about having a meal at my house?" Shangguan Jingxian

hurriedly excused herself, but after all, her eloquence couldn't resist the proprietress who had been in the mall for many years, so she could only agree.

When you walk into the backyard of the rouge shop, the first thing that catches your eye is the clothes that have been dried in the whole yard.

Looking at the style, it is all worn by men.

"My old man and stinky boy work in the mines, and they can change four sets of clothes a day, and they are not easy to wash, girl, don't dislike them. The proprietress took Shangguan Jingxian's hand and led her in the direction of the guest room, "What dishes do you want to eat, just say that I also learned cooking when I was young!" Shangguan Jingxian was

a little uncomfortable by the enthusiasm of the proprietress, and waved her hand again and again: "Don't bother, just be simple, just follow your usual habits." The

proprietress promised well, sent Shangguan Jingxian into the guest room, turned around and killed the chicken.

Shangguan Jingxian was inexplicably treated as a distinguished guest, and it wasn't until the proprietress left her sight that she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She was lying by the window, holding her cheeks in one hand, tilting her head, looking at the small courtyard full of fireworks in the world.

It would be perfect if there were a few kids running all over the floor, she thought.

At this moment, a strange thought poured into Shangguan Jingxian's mind.

Do wives have to be like this, go up to the hall and down to the kitchen, be diligent and thrifty, teach each other

husband and children, and raise their eyebrows? She looked at her white and tender Yiyi, and her brows furrowed slightly.

An indescribable sense of crisis rose in my heart.

Not to mention the skill of cooking, she has lived for twenty years, and she has not even washed her clothes!

It is true that monks can use spiritual power to remove stains from their clothes, and the cloth spun from spiritual silk is not as easy to get dirty as mortal cloth.

But what if he doesn't like it?

Shangguan Jingxian was confused in her mind, and she didn't dare to think about that what if.

Without the slightest hesitation, she took out a set of shorts from her storage bag that she wore during practice, quickly changed them in, and ran to the kitchen.

Wanted to get the proprietress to teach her how to cook.

Even if she can't, it's good for her to just watch.

The proprietress looked at her in surprise for a while, and after seeing through Shangguan Jingxian's thoughts, she agreed quite happily.

While cleaning up the old hen that had just been killed, he asked Shangguan Jingxian to pluck two green onions outside the door, preparing to teach her to scramble eggs for a while.

Of course, the kitchen of the hostess almost blew off the roof.

The two women had just finished packing up a large table of sumptuous meals, and the husband and son of the proprietress had also returned from work.

Shangguan Jingxian looked at the eggs that were placed on the stove and were almost scrambled into black charcoal, and said with embarrassment, "Madam, this ...... I'm going to take this home and eat it myself. The

proprietress "oops", like an old mother, her tone became serious: "Girl, what do you want

?" "You are now at the age of marriage, how can you cook for a man you don't know!" "

In the future, you have to avoid suspicion in every move you make when you go out, understand?"

Shangguan Jingxian was shocked, obviously not knowing that there was such a special thing.

But after thinking about it, she felt that what the proprietress said was very reasonable.

So I quickly put the fried black charcoal of green onions into the storage bag.

The proprietress deliberately set up two tables for men and women to eat separately.

Shangguan Jingxian was surprised to find that the husband of the proprietress was also one of the people who was rescued in Tianshuangmen at that time.

After a brief look at the faces of a family of three, she understood.

I'm afraid that this man only met the proprietress after he came here, and he didn't dislike her as a widow, nor did he dislike that she had a son, and married her through the door.

Due to the experience in Tianshuangmen, the man looked at Shangguan Jingxian's face a little unkindly, but he didn't say anything and gave her the most basic respect.

After a delicious meal, Shangguan Jingxian became even more determined to learn to cook.

Cultivators can clear the valley, but that doesn't mean they can't enjoy their appetites.

Presumably, husbands all over the world wish that they would be able to see a steaming meal when they come home after a tiring day, right?