South of Mangmang Mountain and north of Chaoyang Mansion.
Not far from the deserted temple where Yi Ning once rested, there is a village called Qianniu Village.
Although they are both villages, there are many more residents than Lijia Village. This is because the soil around Qianniu Village is fertile, fine and moist.
No matter how severe the drought is for several years, the soil will not crack. No matter how floods come, the soil will not lose an inch. This is very precious to the people in the mountains who make a living by farming.
At first, the people in Qianniu Village were prepared to hide it, but there is no airtight wall in the world. After learning that there was such land, the nearby people either moved their families or married off their daughters.
The mountain village unconsciously had the size of a small town.
This stable and simple life has lasted for more than two hundred years, until today...
In Morning Glory Village.
Children, old men, farmers and landlords, all gathered together in the village square.
They only have one thing in mind, which is to wait for the Immortal Master.
After the auspicious weather appeared in the sky some time ago, these people received a notice that an immortal sect was coming to select immortal seedlings.
This news cannot be described as shocking to the people in the mountains who have never seen gold in their lives.
Everyone dreams of being chosen by an immortal master, becoming that aloof immortal, walking in the clouds, and living forever.
Today, before dawn, the villagers brought their children and looked forward to it. Even the poorest families put on new clothes, fearing that they would miss the opportunity and regret it for the rest of their lives because of their inappropriate clothing.
In their expectations, the immortal did arrive as promised, but the direction of the development of things was somewhat beyond the people's expectations.
At this time, the people of Qianniu Village crowded at the entrance of the village, watching the gods fighting outside the village, and talking a lot.
"I didn't expect that the bison I often see outside the village is actually a monster."
"That's right. You said you would catch it before, but luckily I didn't listen to you."
"Last year, a child drowned while swimming. Now I suspect it was this bull monster who did it!"
"Fortunately, an immortal master came today and found traces of this demon!"
A girl nestled in her mother's arms and asked in a childish voice: "Mom, could the bull demon be the one we worship? I heard from my grandfather that the fertile land in the village depends entirely on the bull god." .”
The woman holding the girl in her arms replied lovingly: "The Cow Temple on the mountain has long been abandoned, but the land in our village is still fertile, so the fertility of the land has nothing to do with the Cow God. Your grandfather and the others must have worshiped the wrong god!"
...
It was different from the discussions in the village.
Outside Qianniu Village, terraced fields wind around the mountains like stairs.
Bian Xueqing was wearing a Taoist robe and standing on the plowed field. At this time, his face was ashen and there was a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
He looked at the short old man in front of him, and then at the yellow buffalo next to the old man, his eyes full of hatred.
Bian Xueqing originally came here to select immortal seedlings on behalf of his Taoist clan, Zhengjian Mountain.
He didn't think there would be any good candidates in such a remote and remote area, and his sect was a sword cultivator sect that was a branch of Taoism, so it would be even harder to choose a sword cultivator.
But this was an order personally issued by the head of the mountain, so Bian Xueqing went down the mountain with a tourist mentality.
As a result, it didn't take long before he bumped into a bull demon.
What makes Bian Xueqing happy is that this bull demon has not yet transformed and cannot speak. It must be a little demon that has just developed demonic aura.
I am in the third stage of the Lower Five Realms, a swordsman in the Liujin Realm, and I can't even catch a little monster with ease.
But I didn't expect that as soon as I started, this bull demon actually had a helper, and the helper was a land man.
Aren’t these mountain and water gods all our own since ancient times?
So Bian Xueqing was very angry. What made him even more angry was that this garbage bull demon had no moral ethics and unexpectedly attacked him while he was distracted.
Bian Xueqing's tone was deep and cold: "As the righteous god of mountains and rivers, but you help evil spirits, I will give you another chance. If you get out of the way now, I will pretend that this did not happen."
"Old Lou Weng, in this local land, things are not as the immortal master thought. This cow is not evil, but because the local people worship incense and produce spiritual wisdom, they have some cultivation." Lou Weng explained with bitterness at the corner of his mouth. road.
The thing that the land lord least wanted to see happened.
How could Bian Xueqing believe the explanation of the land: "It's a joke. Two hundred years ago, the saints of the three religions had a decree spread throughout the world. Monsters are not allowed to become gods. Where does it get the incense?"
Lou Weng lamented and continued to explain: "When it was enshrined, the Three Saints had not yet issued an edict. It was only after the cow had developed spiritual intelligence that it was forbidden to enshrine it, and its temple was demolished at that time."
"Then it doesn't have the power of incense, how can it maintain its golden body?" Bian Xueqing was reluctant.
Just then,
There was a sound of wind and lightning, and a stern-faced man appeared in the field with a flying sword on his feet.
When Bian Xueqing saw this person, he was very happy, the master is here!
When he asked so many questions just now, he was actually delaying time, waiting for his protective master to come.
Now seeing his old man, Bian Xueqing knew that the overall situation was decided.
Although Master is only a Dongfu Realm monk in the first stage of the Middle Fifth Realm, he is also a Middle Five Realm.
In the middle fifth realm, in this Daqian realm, he is already a real big shot, and his master is still a sword cultivator.
In this world, there is a saying that everyone agrees with - among monks of the same level, sword cultivators are the most lethal!
"Greetings to the master, what my disciple said in his letter is that the two people opposite, one god and one demon, colluded to cause anger and resentment." Bian Xueqing saluted.
As for Lou Weng, when he saw the middle-aged man appear, he knew something was wrong, so he quickly saluted and tried his best to be polite.
"Junior Lou Weng, this land, pays my respects to the senior Taoist sect."
He also pressed his hand on the stubborn cow next to him, but no matter how hard Lou Weng pressed it, the cow's head refused to lower even an inch. Its copper bell-like eyes stared at the two Taoist priests opposite, refusing to give in.
"Master, look at this bull demon, it looks like this, it has eaten so many living people!" Bian Xueqing pointed here and said.
Then, the middle-aged sword cultivator spoke with a cold tone: "Stupid! How can I, a sword cultivator, be so noisy like you?"
Bian Xueqing was scolded by his master and was momentarily stunned: "Disciple, I understand."
Lou Weng thought that the other elder was a reasonable person, so he felt hopeful and was about to tell the whole story again.
He saw the middle-aged swordsman looking towards him again, with a cold tone.
"The monsters should be killed when they enter the realm of humans. You, a righteous god of mountains and rivers, do not serve the people and instead help monsters and evil spirits. You should be killed."
"I'll give you half a stick of incense and call all the relatives and friends you can."
"If any of them can take my three swords, that will be the end of the matter."
The middle-aged sword cultivator said this and stretched his hand into the air. There was a sharp sword light that tore through the sky, flew quickly from a distance, grew from small to large, and finally fell into the sword cultivator's palm.
His aura also became as sharp as a sword.
"One last thing to remind you, it's better to call someone stronger, otherwise you will die today."
