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Since the story of Yiling Old Ancestor and Kongling Immortal has been widely circulated, Yiling Mass Burial Ground has become a tourist attraction.
Tens of thousands of monks came every day, and the locals found business opportunities. So, in a few years, there were more than a dozen Yiling inns, and Mr. Storyteller became a popular industry.
Without some real materials and rich imagination and wonderful eloquence, I can't eat this bowl of rice at all.
An inn is overcrowded.
"I heard that Old Ancestor Yiling has been studying how to stew small birds recently?"
A man with a beard drank freshly warmed wine with a solemn face.
A female cultivator in Tsing Yi covered her face and shouted:
"God, what nonsense is my idol doing again!"
"Didn't you study the skills of grilling fish before? Why don't you eat fish now and eat birds instead?"
The scholar in white snapped open the paper fan, "I'm tired of eating fish for a long time, I must want to change the taste, which is understandable."
The face of the storyteller sitting in the upper hall was mysterious.
He laughed, stroked his non-existent beard, and his eyes were full of wise light.
"You don't understand." He pretended to be mysterious.
Audience: "Then tell me, why does Old Ancestor eat birds instead of fish?"
Storyteller: "At the beginning, the Spirit Controlling Immortal was possessed by fish, so the ancestor loved fish. Now, thirteen years after the Spirit Controlling Immortal's body fell, the ancestor saw things and people, and didn't love fish anymore, so the ancestor moved on."
Everyone sighed.
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The clouds are deep and unknown.
It is now early spring, and the fairy grass in the medicinal field is not affected by the season and still grows lush.
A small white thing ran into the medicinal field, Hanguang Jun approached, rolled up the sleeves of his white robe, squatted down, and pushed away the grass.
What catches the eye is a moving picture of a fluffy feathered chick sitting on a pile of sand, his thin calves lying flat, and his clear eyes looking at him happily.
Wei Ying turned Chen Qing in his hand and approached the medicine field lazily.
weiyingLan Zhan, long time no see.
weiyingOops, I haven't seen you in a year, you're getting fat.
weiyingHaha, look at you, your face is dark.
weiyingI just said it casually, you are still suave and handsome.
Lan Zhan pointed to the bird that jumped and drilled deep into the medicine field.
weiyingHaha, according to rumors from the outside world, that is the object of my empathy.
lanzhanWhen was the soul recruited?
weiyingThis is the body I made for her.
No matter what she becomes, she will still be stewed.
It's not fundamentally different from her turning into a bird and a fish.
weiyingDon't run away, little snipe, I won't be able to find you in a while.
The bird ran without a trace, and Wei Ying shook his head with a smile.
It's also helpless.
She is still so naughty.
Sixteen years ago, she was the little fish of Hanguang-jun, and sixteen years later, she was the little snipe of the ancestor of Yiling.
weiyingAfter turning into a bird, her consciousness was often awake and often blurred.
weiyingBut I'll wait for her, until the day she's fully awake, until she's back in human form.
Today, the Spirit Controlling Immortal does not exist in the world, and no one will compete for the Spirit Controlling Grass.
My little fish, she's back.
She will live without worry.
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tuziEveryone's ending will be clear.
tuziExtras can be extended indefinitely, after all, there are too many things to write about. Their future, their children, and the future of the younger generation.
tuziLook at the wishes of the rabbits.