"This is a small secret realm. There are no monsters here, and monsters from outside can't get in."
Jiang Sanlang introduced to the tribesmen: "This place is big enough. We can cultivate the fields and be self-sufficient. In the future, we will be able to have enough food without collecting spiritual herbs."
The clan leader was very excited: "Really? There really were no monsters coming in?"
Jiang Sanlang nodded, and took everyone around and assigned territories to everyone.
Yingbao sat on the little flying squirrel and asked them where they wanted to live so that she could release the hut.
After a busy whole day, Yingbao finally settled everyone down and was too tired to move.
Chunniang felt extremely distressed, so she let her daughter lean on the bed and fed her herself.
The two younger brothers laughed and said, "Sister has become a big baby now and still needs mother to feed her."
Yingbao ignored them and opened her mouth to enjoy the food her mother fed her.
The Jiang family members quickly adapted to life here and even planted the magical wheat that they had never dared to plant.
The clan leader and Old Man Jiang laughed and said, "Next year we will be able to harvest a large amount of spiritual wheat, and we will definitely be able to sell it for a lot of money."
Old Man Jiang: "We won't sell ours. We'll keep it for ourselves. Next year we'll plant some more spiritual rice, and then we'll have spiritual rice to eat."
The clan leader chuckled a few times and sighed, "In previous years, how could we dare to plant spiritual plants? They were destroyed by insects before they could even bear ears. Now, we can plant whatever we want in the future."
In a blink of an eye, it was winter, and the Jiang family's house had been completed. The first floor was made of blue brick walls, and the second floor was a small wooden building with a blue tile roof. At first glance, it looked better than the houses in the city.
When the New Year was approaching, Yingbao brought back a lot of animal meat and distributed it to everyone. They were all hunted during the animal tide.
Under the management of the clan leader, the whole village held a sumptuous buffet and celebrated the New Year's Eve happily.
At night, children carry lanterns and visit each other, asking for sweets and cakes.
What they didn't know was that this year's beast tide lasted particularly long. The ferocious beasts were still roaming outside in groups until the first month of the year, and they were desperately attacking the county town.
The county town was crowded with villagers seeking refuge. They had been staying in the city for several months and were running out of ammunition and food.
Although the government provided free porridge and animal meat, there were so many victims crowded in the county town that the government's relief food soon ran out.
Fortunately, there were monks out hunting, so people in the city did not starve to death, but the fuel was used up and many people could only eat raw food.
Finally, the Wuji Sect sent many high-level monks to wipe out the ferocious beasts roaming outside.
Several years passed in a flash, and there was still an endless stream of monks coming to Qinchuan County to look for Yingbao. There were even many bad rumors, saying that she was an unforgivable witch who specialized in sucking human essence.
Yingbao has grown to be sixteen years old, and her cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds.
That day, she took Little Flying Squirrel out to look for the secret realm, and suddenly met a group of young monks wearing Wuji Sect costumes.
They were stunned when they saw a beautiful girl sitting on a giant tiger with black and white stripes walking out of the woods.
"That's her! The evil woman who sucks men's essence!" A cultivator pointed at her and shouted, "Catch her! The Chen family of Zhuque City is offering a reward of 100,000 spirit stones if she's alive, and 50,000 if she's dead!"
Yingbao looked at these monks coldly and felt annoyed.
The human race is like a bunch of disgusting bugs, disgusting her all the time.
Seeing them looking at her greedily and forming a formation to die, Yingbao felt complicated.
Is it so difficult to make money honestly? Why do you have to give her a windfall
Yingbao slowly drew out the divine sickle, leaped up into the air, stood in the air, waited for Xiaohua to retreat into the woods, then swung his hand and chopped her down with a knife.
Most of the monks were killed or injured in an instant, but one of them used a magic weapon to escape.
Yingbao collected a bunch of storage bags, as well as many magic weapons and swords, and with a sneer, waved for Xiaohua to come over.
After reaching a secluded place, Yingbao began to count the things in the storage bag, and found many spirit stones and elixirs, as well as many formation flags, formation plates, amulets, etc., which she could use.
The Wuji Sect is indeed a large sect; even the cultivators who have established their foundation are so wealthy.
Yingbao gathered the things together with satisfaction, and when she returned home she gave half to her parents and kept the other half for herself.
As long as she could make the entrance to the secret place more hidden, she would be able to travel outside for a long time.
A few more years passed, and Yingbao finally found a small secret realm, which was slightly larger than the previous one and had plenty of spiritual energy, making it suitable for human habitation. After cleaning up the internal environment and arranging it with formations, Yingbao took his parents to see it, and left the little flying squirrel for them to use, while he traveled around without worry.
This time, she went not only to the forest, but also to various cities in various states on the mainland, finding many natural treasures for her parents to increase their lifespans.
Mortals have a short lifespan, so she must let them live well and stay with her longer and longer, otherwise, what is the meaning of her life.
That day, she had just come out of a city and was about to head back when countless monks suddenly appeared around her.
These monks were all wearing Wuji Sect robes and attacking her with magic swords in their hands.
Yingbao sneered and slowly drew out the sacred sickle.
Suddenly, a huge pressure came down on her head, making her unable to move.
She wanted to curse, but couldn't open her mouth. The divine sickle in her hand struggled hard, but it was limited by the cultivation level of its master and was suppressed by the pressure.
Yingbao felt like her spine was crushed, her vision went dark, and she lost consciousness.
When she woke up again, she was lying in a room, and someone was gently healing her with spiritual power.
Yingbao suddenly got up and looked at the man with vigilance. When she wanted to use her spiritual power, she found that her meridians were empty and there was not a trace of spiritual power.
She was startled and quickly checked whether she was bound by the soul-binding chains, but there were none.
The man in white said gently: "Don't be afraid, your meridians are damaged, so you can't feel the spiritual power."
Yingbao didn't believe it, so she ran out of the house and found that she was in the clouds, surrounded by cliffs.
She wanted to summon the divine sickle, but there was no movement, and the divine sickle was not beside her.
Without the divine sickle and spiritual power, she couldn't go down the mountain.
The man in white came slowly and said, "This is the Wuji Peak of our Wuji Sect. No one is allowed to enter. Little demon, stay and be my disciple. I will heal your wounds and let you recover your cultivation."
Ying Bao was skeptical: "Who are you? Why do you want to take me as your apprentice?"
The man in white said, "My name is Xiao Mo, and I am the head of the Wuji Sect. I accept you as my disciple because I think highly of your talent."
Ying Bao frowned: "But I killed many monks from your sect? Aren't you going to avenge them?"
Xiao Mo lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly: "They were the first to take action, and their strength is low, so it's not your fault."
Yingbao was instantly happy and nodded: "You are sensible. I don't want to kill them, but those people keep pressing on. It's really annoying."
Xiao Mo smiled, "Then are you willing to be my apprentice?"
Ying Bao rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "Yes." If she said no, this man would definitely kill her, so she had to be a wise man and see what he wanted to do first.
Just like that, Yingbao became the disciple of the Wuji Sect's leader, but still could not leave Wuji Peak.
Her divine sickle was also missing. No matter how many times Xiao Mo asked, he always said he would return it to her when her cultivation level reached a higher level.
Yingbao was depressed, but there was nothing she could do.
However, she stayed on the peak for decades and still could not come down the mountain.
Now her injuries are gradually recovering, but her memory has deteriorated. She often loses things, and becomes extremely weak every once in a while, which puzzles her.
Later she met a little golden turtle, which always stuck to her and told her stories.
Once, it took advantage of the Immortal Venerable's absence to say to Ying Bao: "Do you still remember why you came to Wuji Sect?"
Yingbao smiled: "Of course it was Master who saved me."
"Do you still remember your little flower?" the little turtle continued to ask.
Yingbao scratched his head: "Who is Xiaohua?"
The little turtle said with a sad face: "It's your spiritual pet, how could you forget it?"
Yingbao was a little confused: "My pet? Where is it now?"
"The Immortal Lord beat it back to its original form and released it back into the forest." said the little turtle.
Yingbao suddenly felt some pain in her heart and asked angrily, "Why is he like this?"
The little turtle looked at her inexplicably and said slowly, "Because he wants you to be an unconscious medicine man."
Yingbao's brain exploded, and vague memories returned one after another, but they were still not real.
But she finally remembered her parents and younger brother.
No, she wanted to go down the mountain to see if they were okay.
The little turtle bit her wrist and said, "Don't act rashly. You are not yet a match for the Immortal Lord."
Yingbao paused and nodded slowly.
Yes, she wanted to learn from the mortal kings, endure hardships and plan slowly.
After that, Yingbao learned her lesson and began to try hard to please the Immortal Lord. She cooked soup for him and sewed clothes for him, just like the little turtle told her.
But his clothes were not torn, so she had to tear them into pieces and then mend them bit by bit.
Xiao Mo picked up the crooked clothes that were being mended and looked at her speechlessly: "What are you doing?"
Yingbao smiled and said, "Master, I saw your clothes were torn, so I helped you mend them. Are you grateful?"
As she spoke, she raised her hands, presented her bloody fingers to him, and said coquettishly, "My fingers are all pierced."
Xiao Mo's heart skipped a beat and he pushed her hand away, but he still healed it with a flash of spiritual light: "Don't do this in the future."
Yingbao blinked and thought about what the little turtle said, that men usually say one thing and mean another, so he was actually a little touched, right
That's good.
So Yingbao sneaked into the Immortal Master's cave while he was away, and after searching for a long time, she did not find his clothes, but found a pile of cushions and pillows.
They are all good things woven from natural silk, and it is quite difficult to tear them apart.
Yingbao looked around and found a sword on the wall, so she took it down.
The sword had already come to life and was unwilling to cooperate. Yingbao threatened it that if it didn't do as she asked, she would throw it into the toilet. The sword instantly became much more obedient.
With the help of the magic sword, Ying Bao simply cut into pieces the curtains in Xiao Mo's cave, and then used her spiritual power to control the needle and thread to sew them up.
Due to the hasty sewing, the needle and thread went too far and the cotton leaked out of the pillow.
When Xiao Mo came back, he frowned the moment he entered the cave.
I saw that the gauze curtains in the cave were torn, the pillows looked like they had been scratched by a dog, and the spirit-gathering grass on the cushion was scattered all over the floor.
Yingbao poked her head out at the right time and asked with a smile: "Master, your cave was cut by the disobedient spirit sword. I couldn't bear to see it, so I sewed it up. Do you think it's okay?"
The spiritual sword energy hummed, but it did not dare to refute because the woman threatened it that if it did not cooperate, she would throw it into the spiritual beast's dung pit.
Xiao Mo pinched his brows, sighed, and waved his hand, and everything in the cave returned to normal.
Ying Bao was stunned and grabbed Xiao Mo's sleeve, "Master, what kind of magic is this? I want to learn it."
Xiao Mo brushed her away and threw out a few spells: "Read for yourself."
Yingbao flipped through the books, but didn't recognize a single word: "Master, why can't I read?" she asked in confusion.
Xiao Mo paused, took out a jade slip from his sleeve, and tapped her forehead.
A message came into Yingbao's mind, full of various words and annotations, more than 100,000 in total.
Looking at the books in my hands again, I can read them all.
Yingbao happily returned to her room and read all the books in one go.
Later, when she wanted to go to her master's cave again, she found that there was a ban and she could not enter.
"How stingy!" Yingbao muttered and ran to the library.
The library has three floors. She can browse the books on the first floor at will, but she cannot enter the second and third floors.
Yingbao spent a lot of effort to finish reading the first level of books.
Of course, I just flipped through it casually, read more of what I found useful, and put the rest aside.
She didn't dare put them into the Divine Palace, for fear that Xiao Mo would find out, but it was okay to put a few in the storage bag.
Yingbao didn't know how many years had passed, but she kept looking for opportunities to leave and made preparations quietly.
One day, the little turtle told her that she had to leave because the shameless Xiao Mo wanted to dig out her bones.
Yingbao nodded, calmly made a bowl of sweet soup for Xiao Mo, and walked into her master's cave with a smile.
Xiao Mo was reading a book and said without even looking up, "Put it down."
Ying Bao placed the bowl on the small table in front of Xiao Mo, sat down beside him, rested her head on his arm, and said in a tender voice: "Master, I am too lonely on the mountain. Can you bring a few people up to accompany me?"
Xiao Mo's eyes were deep and bottomless. He stared at her for a while, then reached out and touched her head. He said softly, "I will bring a few people up to accompany you in a few days."
Ying Bao smiled like a flower, shook Xiao Mo's sleeve and said, "Master is so kind, you are Bao'er's closest relative."
Xiao Mo clenched his fingers slightly and sighed: "In a few days, Master, Master will take you down the mountain to have a look. From now on, you will be a formal disciple of Wuji Sect and my eldest disciple."
Yingbao looked confused: "So I'm not the master's apprentice?"
Xiao Mo was silent for a moment, then said, "It has always been like this, but I just haven't announced it to the world."
Not long after he finished speaking, Xiao Mo went down the mountain. Surprisingly, he did not drive her out and seal the cave.
Yingbao looked up at the spirit sword, slowly stood up, and took it down: "Tell me, where is my sacred sickle?"
Ling Jian refused to speak at first, but after Ying Bao brought a large basin of water soaked in Fei He's feces, Ling Jian pointed in a direction.
Yingbao walked towards there holding the spirit sword, and finally came to a cave.
This should be the place where Xiao Mo put the treasure. The access control rune is flowing, and no one can enter.
The little turtle held a small mirror in his paw and said, "Use this."