Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Bai Lingmiao followed Li Huowang and hurried on the road silently. From time to time, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his and Li Huowang's sweat.

Now that the dog days of summer are getting closer and closer, the weather is starting to get hotter and hotter. Even if you are walking in the morning when the sun is not bright, you will keep sweating.

After wiping his sweat again, Bai Lingmiao thought for a while and suggested to Li Huowang: Brother Li, it's too hot in the afternoon. How about we take a rest in the afternoon and get up early tomorrow morning.

Yeah. Li Huowang took out the map from the carriage and looked at it again.

They are still within the borders of Si Qi State. Fortunately, the original map has not been thrown away and can still be used.

I won't eat at noon today, so hurry up. There is a village ahead. We will spend the night there today.

As soon as they heard that there was a bed to sleep on, everyone immediately became energetic and their steps became faster.

After walking for another hour, when everyone was thirsty and thirsty, we finally saw patches of cultivated fields on the roadside.

Behind the field is a large group of black-tiled houses. The village has arrived.

Look at the flowers on the edge of the field. They are blooming so red.

Bai Lingmiao, with joy in her eyes, was about to go over to pick it, but was pulled back by Li Huowang.

Don't go, there's something wrong with that flower.

Li Huowang looked warily at the large flowers that rolled back and unfolded, with slightly shrunken edges.

This is Hibiscus flower.

Although I don’t know who heard it, in Li Huowang’s memory, this flower seems to be a bit evil.

As soon as Li Huowang said these words, there was an immediate chill. Everyone looked at a loss and didn't know what the other person meant.

Haha, you are not as good as me, admit your mistake,

A cheerful child's voice sounded from the side.

When everyone heard the news, they saw a barefoot boy laughing there, carrying a bamboo basket that was taller than him. He looked like he was only seven or eight years old.

This is not the flower of the other side, let me tell you, it is called the crab flower. My mother said that this kind of flower cannot be fed to pigs. Pigs will have stomachaches and lose fat easily if they eat it.

The boy reached out and took out a sickle from the basket behind his back, and casually chopped down a few crab flowers.

Judging from the dismissive look on his face, it was obvious that he saw this often, and he was probably someone who lived in this village.

Li Huowang thought for a while and then walked over, Child, what are you doing?

Let's kill pigweed. I have two pigs in my family! They eat the pigweed I kill every day. How many pigs do you have in your family?

When he learned that Li Huowang's family didn't have a pig, he smiled from ear to ear. Haha! Your family is so poor, yet you are not as rich as ours.

Yes, my family is very poor. Does your family live here? Can you take us to see it?

Okay! The kid led Li Huowang and others towards the village without any ulterior motives.

By the way, are you still fighting now?

Is there a war? There is no war. The third uncle who was recruited to serve as a soldier has returned.

Oh, that's a good thing. It's better not to fight.

For such a simple child, everything he knew was quickly explained by Li Huowang.

This village is called Qianjiacun, with a total of several hundred people, ranging from small to large.

People in the village plow the fields in the summer and go to the nearby woods to hunt mountain goods in the winter to make a living.

In Siqi, there are many such mountain villages, nothing special.

This kind of village is generally quite exclusive, but under the attack of copper coins, Li Huowang finally stayed in the child's home temporarily.

In an old guest room, two heavy swords were placed on the table. Li Huowang instantly felt a lot more relaxed.

I was just about to take off the Da Qian Lu from my waist, but I found nothing.

Only then did Li Huowang realize that his Da Qian Lu had been used up during the previous battle.

Hey. To be honest, Li Huowang still felt a little regretful.

Although Da Qian Lu is very costly, it does not require practice or cultivation.

As long as you can pay the corresponding price, you can obtain the corresponding ability.

Without it, I can only deal with troubles by myself, and now I can only rely on the sword given by my master.

By the way, there is this thing. Li Huowang took out the Fire Jacket Sutra wrapped in white wax and studied it carefully.

There are gains and losses. This thing is still very unfamiliar and needs more practice.

Once you practice it, you will have a life-saving method in your hand.

Bai Lingmiao, who came in with a plate of roasted sweet potatoes, saw the focused back and stepped out quietly.

She held the plate of roasted sweet potatoes at the door and thought about it for a while, with a hint of joy on her face, and walked towards her and Xiaoman's house.

Sister Xiaoman, do you want to eat the freshly baked sweet potatoes?

However, when Bai Lingmiao entered the room, he saw Chun Xiaoman holding his stomach and vomiting into the spittoon.

She was immediately shocked, put down the sweet potato, and walked over to pat her back.

After filming for a while, Chun Xiaoman finally regained his composure and sat on the edge of the bed in shock, holding his neck and gasping for air.

Sister Xiaoman? Did you eat the wrong thing? You can't. We all eat from the same pot. How come you are fine while others are fine?

Xiao Man shook his head. It's okay. I guess I got hot, wind and cold from kicking the quilt off when I went to bed last night.

But when I slept with you, you didn't have the habit of kicking the quilt off.

Seeing the confusion in Bai Lingmiao's eyes, Chun Xiaoman said quickly: Sister, go to the kitchen and help me make some ginger soup. I beg you, I really feel uncomfortable.

Oh well.

When he saw Bai Lingmiao turning around and leaving, Chun Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she lifted the quilt on the bed, and a blood-red bamboo slip instantly appeared in front of her.

Da Qian Lu was something Chun Xiaoman found from the cave and hid it secretly.

Having seen Senior Brother Li use it many times, Chun Xiaoman already understood what it meant.

But she obviously overestimated her ability to bear it, when she thought of the bloody and horrific rituals recorded. Ugh~!

At this moment, she finally understood what Senior Brother Li had paid and how much he had paid.

However, after vomiting, Chun Xiaoman gritted his teeth and continued reading.

Compared with these tortures, Chun Xiaoman cares more about owing others favors.

She was unwilling to give in. Every time something went wrong, it was Senior Brother Li who took the blame. This made her very useless.

Ever since he killed his father, Chun Xiaoman has made up his mind that he will never be a waste.

Senior Brother Li, hold on, I can hold on too! Chun Xiaoman grabbed the Da Qian Lu with both hands and read it with gritted teeth.

At this time, Bai Lingmiao, who was making ginger tea in the kitchen, looked at the firewood in the stove with sadness on his face.

You're all vomiting like that, and you've been acting weird lately. Could it be that you're really pregnant, right?

It's impossible for Senior Brother Li. I sleep with him every day.

Whose will it be? Gouwa's? Gao Zhijian's? Or Sun Baolu? But when will Sister Xiaoman follow...

Bai Lingmiao put her legs together and a trace of blush appeared on her face.

However, after being shy, Bai Lingmiao was very worried about the situation of her sisters.

If she is really pregnant after traveling such a long distance, she may not be able to make the journey.

Just when she was worried, she suddenly felt someone standing behind her.

Smelling the body fragrance that was exactly the same as his own, Bai Lingmiao frowned and asked, What's wrong?

Behind her, Er Shen's red hijab shook slightly. Bring the drum, there is work to do in the village.

PS: My grandma, when I was a child, really told me that crab flowers cannot be fed to pigs.