My hero is myself

"If the senior gets tired of my slave's food and doesn't want to disturb my practice, I will be fine if I don't come here from now on!"

Roland replied with a smile: "I have been all over the three worlds and am amazed by the delicacies cooked by Chef Er Xi. How can I get tired of them?"

From then on, the two of them made a tacit agreement and never mentioned the matter again, and Er Xi came in and out of the Cheng family's kitchen openly.

Although his demeanor is still arrogant and majestic like a misty mountain god, he only talks about taking care of flowers and plants, but in fact he is more thoughtful and considerate of details than his wife.

Roland concentrated on his practice, thinking about how he should respond to the challenge and exert his greatest strength after the mystery really subsided.

[Two years later, Cheng Ming gave birth to a son]

[He won your trust, so he funded and called on farmers from several nearby villages to rebuild the Xi Niang Temple. 】

[Er Xi inquired and found out that Cheng Ming had been saying everywhere that he would make a fortune by worshiping the Lynx Empress. 】

[Many people spread the idea of ​​staying at the Xi Niang Temple, and from then on, the Empress would bless everything going well. 】

[The farmers also mentioned that in recent years, the northwest had a harmonious political system and good weather conditions, and believed that the Lynx Queen was effective in protecting the country. 】

[The farmers worked hard to expand the Xi Niang Temple, and it was completed in March. It is as beautiful and exquisite as the big temple in the capital. 】

"Senior, I hid myself to avoid disaster, why did you let me stand under a dangerous wall again?" Er Xi went to Roland and asked.

How could Cheng Ming, an honest and pedantic scholar, understand these propaganda methods?

Only a mature Roland would tease her like this.

Roland replied: "Your Majesty gave me a garden full of fragrance, and I will give you a golden body in return, so that we can all live more comfortably."

He paused for a moment and said proudly: "As for avoiding disasters, not to mention your divination of the future has been successful several times, if there is a real disaster, I will resolve it for you, and I will be your bread these days."

He looked confident and unruly, as if he had seen the ghost cultivator who suppressed the world again.

Er Xi looked at this young man who was becoming more and more handsome, and her beautiful eyes were blank for a moment.

Lowering his gaze, he let out a soft sigh that he didn't understand:

"It turns out that in the mind of senior, these relationships are so clear."

She suddenly felt that the relationship that had gradually become closer was alienated again.

There have been 300 years of miserable wind and cold rain in the Old Lynx Mountains, and they can only pass away their long life by sleeping incessantly.

Only in the past two years or so had I served Roland. Even though I was serving as a maid, I could still talk about the classics and destiny, and talk about the world. After all, I was happy.

Dogs love their homes, cats love them.

Seemingly getting along normally, she seemed to have returned to the time before the mountain god was enshrined.

I already recognized in my heart that this master's descendant is the new master.

It's just that the owner never had the chance to shout out.

Is it possible that a powerful man with such a majestic appearance like him would look down on a little mountain god like himself who cannot achieve fame?

While she was thinking about it, she suddenly heard a creak and Roland's door opened again.

The young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes carries a small baggage on his back and a long sword hanging from his waist, as if he is going on a long journey.

He said to her: "Er Xi, take care of the flowers and plants in the courtyard. I like them very much."

Er Xi opened her mouth in an instant. Her eloquent mouth could not say any pleasant and auspicious words for a while, so she could only ask dryly:

"Senior, will this outing take a long time?"

"You helped me calculate the locations of so many demons, demons, and ruthless gangsters. It would take a long time to travel with just one sword."

While he was talking, he walked out of the small courtyard calmly.

The walking seemed to be slow but actually it was fast. In a blink of an eye, the figure was already at the end of the path and out of sight.

Er Xi looked at Dongguan.

Yes, after all, he is not the former master who always looks forward and backward, seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune. He is always bound by the results of divination. He has the ambition to help the world but always says that the time has not come yet, and eventually dies of old age on the mountain.

He is a young man who is willing to be a hero and draw his sword to kill monsters when he sees injustice.

Is there anything in the world that would make him afraid of difficulties, and what would make him care about it in his heart?

Er Xi lowered her head, wanting to look at herself and feel sorry for herself, only to realize that she didn't even have a shadow.

Of course I can't compare to that paperweight and that green snake.

She remembered that 280 years ago, the unhappy scholar looked at the dying lynx:

"Mother Xi, I used the imperial seal to force you to stay with me. It's actually very selfish to exchange decades of companionship for endless loneliness. You can refuse at all."

She asked in confusion: "Master, you saved my life and promised me immortality. Many people would envy you. Why should I refuse?"

The scholar sighed: "You don't understand, you don't understand."

She accompanied her master as a mountain spirit cat spirit for 50 years in the blink of an eye.

He is getting old, but she remains ignorant.

"Mother Xi, from now on you are the only one, don't hate me."

"Xi Niang, if you are lonely, just sing."

"Sing to the moon, the person you want can hear it no matter where they are."

He gradually lost the strength to get up and cook. He gradually could only drink porridge. He gradually became unable to speak a word.

He gradually lost his body temperature.

She went to dig ice from the river, but there was still a strange smell coming from him, and even his face was blurred.

In the end, she could only imitate the people at the foot of the mountain and bury him underground.

For the first time she knew what death was.

But she remembered that she would not die.

In the rest of my life, there will probably only be separation again and again?

So she would rather be a silly and stubborn lynx queen who plays in the world.

I don’t want to keep any stupid humans in my heart!

On a good night, the stars and moon are like hooks.

The farmers in Shanqian Village all heard the weeping singing faintly in their sleep.

It sounds gentle and gentle like the whisper of a fairy from the Nine Heavens.

A girl in a green dress stands in the courtyard of the Cheng family, and the mountain flowers she planted are still brilliant.

But in the end, she was the only one left on this mountain.

"Master, I understand."

"But my heart hurts so much, I don't want to understand."

"I want to forget these realizations, but I can't."

"Did you hear my song?"

"Do you think he can hear my song?"

"Master, I miss you."

"Master, but I can't remember your face clearly..."

A crystal teardrop fell on the delicate petals, like morning dew adding to the beauty of the flower.

It turns out that time has changed many things.

What she misses is her master, and what she wants is more than just her master.

But after all, she is just a little mountain god who lives on an unknown mountain and does not follow the right path.

She sang quietly:

The moon star is thin, and the black dragonfly flies south.

Three turns around the tree, where is the branch to rely on?

Volume 43 Entering Kyushu for the first time: Chapter [-] I play myself

[In the early April of the 33rd year of Jiajing, the demon soul Yuqi appeared in the Central Plains, killed more than [-] corrupt officials, and made elixirs in front of the guard station. 】

[At the end of April, a white tiger spirit appeared outside a certain temple and wanted to eat people. A passing young man killed the white tiger spirit with a sword and turned it into a ghost. 33 】

[The merchants in the temple held a banquet to thank the young man. He ate a lot and drank until the glass was dry. When asked his name, he replied, "Foolish Seven." 】

[The business travelers were frightened and ran away. The young man laughed loudly, drank until he reached the sky, left a hundred taels of gold, and left in style. 】

[At the beginning of May, the grassland tribes entered the pass and robbed the people. More than [-] horses were killed by the Demon Soul Fool's Seven Swords. The tribal leaders fled back to the depths of the grassland. 】

[In the middle of May, a fire broke out in a Buddhist temple. Only then did the world know that monks were buying and selling people and misappropriating land, and that the Mahavira Palace had become a place of filth and evil. 】

[A young child who was rescued said that the rescuer was a fool, so the government strictly prohibited discussion of the matter. 】

[At the end of May, Jin Yiwei surrounded and killed Yu Qi on a boat on the Yangtze River. He killed 49 practitioners with swords and escaped with a smile. 】

[In June, Yu Qi killed sixty demons, killed six hundred fierce bandits, and trampled the White Lotus Sect's altar to pieces. 】

[In July, the master practitioners attacked from six directions and surrounded and killed Yu Qi.Yu Qi defeated them one by one and set up a ring on the top of Mount Huashan to face the masters from all walks of life. 】

[Warriors, Taoists, Buddhists, and shamans fight on wheels, most of them fight with one sword. 】

[On Day 13 of Arena No. [-], no one dared to take the stage again, and Yu Qi left alone. 】

[In August, Taihu bandits were picked up 33 camps in a row, and water transportation was smooth. 】

In September, there was a dark wind in the deserted mountain and wild temple.

Scholar Luo Lan dressed up and looked at the three words "Lanruo Temple" in front of him. He thought of the handed down novel and classic movie, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I just wonder if there is Nie Xiaoqian in this Lanruo Temple. Who is more beautiful than Zuxian?

He shook his head, gave up his fantasy, and slowly stepped into the deserted temple.

Whether it is a Chinese fairy tale or a legend about fox ghosts, most of them are made up by scholars.

Its YY aspects are not necessarily better than those of later Internet novels.

Rename "fox", "ghost" and "god" to a system, and you will immediately find that they are exactly the same product, even more absurd.

The scholar who had achieved nothing before, just because he glanced at the female ghost, now has everything going smoothly, a title on the gold medal list, a group of wives and concubines, and blessing for his descendants...

Unfortunately, the real Kyushu is never like this.

The fox ghost is indeed beautiful, but he doesn't have any feelings for food other than appetite.

Ordinary people are targeted, and they don't need any seduction techniques at all, just pounce and bite them.

Extraordinary power, so terrifying!

This Lanruo Temple is the most bizarre place in the monster legends compiled by Er Xi for nearly a hundred years.

It appears in many places in Kyushu at the same time, and will also use other aliases to deceive passers-by.

People who enter the temple will most likely not be able to get out.

Those who are lucky enough to escape will use various methods to trick relatives, friends, fellow villagers, and even innocent passers-by into Lanruo Temple within three months, and then disappear.

Based on these legends, Roland felt that this temple actually looked more like a ghost story than the Baiqing Town arranged by the two snakes.

At least Baiqing Town won't fly around the country, with entrances everywhere.

Before this trip, he asked Er Xi to visit Lanruo Temple, but unfortunately, even with her ability, she could not calculate the exact location.

There are only a few ways to enter.

Roland went all the way east, tried several times, and finally succeeded this time.

There was no one in the temple and it was quiet, which somehow made Roland feel like he had returned to Jinshan Temple.

That kind of meditative state is something that can only be found in ancient temples that have been around for a long time.

With flashing eyes, he looked for an empty Zen room, went inside to rest, and silently waited for the changes in Lanruo Temple.

The mystery of this world has become insignificant, and practitioners are withered and rare.

After half a year of performing the invincible demon soul's dimension-reducing attack, only the strangeness and unpredictability of this temple prevented him from seeing the root cause, and he could not break it in a short time.