The villain's pet apprentice sister is not to be trifled with

The group of six entered the village, and as soon as they reached the entrance, they were blocked by ten male monks coming towards them.

This is different from the image of rural people engaged in planting that Si Qingyu imagined.

These middle-aged and young men all wore gorgeous clothes with wide sleeves, jeweled crowns or jade crowns, and had gorgeous accessories around their waists. Each of them held a top-grade magical weapon inlaid with crystal gems. They did not look like farmers, but rather like some noble sons of large sects and aristocratic families whose fingers were not stained by the mundane world.

"Who are you? What do you do?" the leading male monk shouted with a stern look on his face.

"We are carrying out a mission under the sect's order. We have no intention of offending you. May I ask, fellow Taoist, where is this?" Si Qingyu asked with a bow.

Speaking has always been an art of language.

When the situation is unclear, you can't reveal all your cards, but you can't lie and ruin the first impression.

At this moment, the other people in the group did not dare to speak out, as they thought they did not have the social skills that Si Qingyu had in this area.

"This is Mushui Village. You can't just come here whenever you want. If you have nothing to do, get out of here. We don't welcome people from other villages."

Si Qingyu laughed when he heard this, "Oh, this is Mushui Village? Then we didn't find the wrong place, this is our destination.

I am Si Qingyu, a disciple of Renxin Sect, and these are my senior brothers and sisters.

We are here to check a case file that has been handed over to the Renxin Sect. Please give us some convenience."

Before the villagers were about to take action, Si Qingyu took out the sign given to her by Bai Wuchang and waved it in front of several people.

The leading male cultivator looked at Si Qingyu and the others, then immediately smiled and bowed to Si Qingyu, "So you are the Immortal Master of the Renxin Sect. I am sorry for offending you just now.

My name is Su Haokun, and my father is Su Zhenwei, the current village chief of Mushui Village.

It's strange to say, why didn't we receive any communication from above, so that we can prepare and entertain the immortals properly, and not neglect them."

Su Haokun shirked responsibility in a very official manner. It seemed that he had dealt with such occasions many times and was quite adept at it.

Si Qingyu said with a smile, "It's just a small matter, there's no need to bother you guys with making a fuss."

Su Haokun said sternly, "How dare I! How dare I! Renxin Sect is one of the six major sects. It is the great power that protects ordinary cultivators like us. It is also the faith in our hearts. How can we neglect it!

Come, come, come home with me. I have already sent a message to my father. He will be very happy to know that you are here!"

Si Qingyu agreed, and the group of six followed these monks.

On the way, Si Qingyu exchanged pleasantries with him, looking calmly at the ordinary houses that were rich beyond imagination, and the many gorgeously dressed villagers who were leaning against the doorways and chatting idly.

Except for Si Qingyu, the other five followed quietly.

Some of the villagers were willing to chat. Seeing that the unfamiliar faces were all very handsome and looked very approachable, they took the initiative to talk to them, "Haokun, where did this immortal come from? Are you here to collect spiritual plants?"

Su Haokun replied loudly, "This is the Immortal Master of the Renxin Sect, he is here to investigate the case!"

Hearing this, the crowd that was originally joking and playing suddenly fell eerily quiet.

From a distance, there came the innocent and joyful voice of a child.

"A big red sedan chair, with colorful silk around it, the bride's head falls off when she cries.

The firecrackers are ringing, the house is full of blessings, and the beautiful girls are exchanged for money and food.

Sitting in a row, tears falling, eating wedding candy can ward off disaster..."

However, the next moment, the children's voices also disappeared.

Everyone was a cultivator, so their hearing was naturally very good, and they all heard the song just sung.

Si Qingyu frowned slightly and memorized this strange ballad in his heart.

From the conversation with Si Qingyu, I learned that Su Haokun is the captain of the village guard team.

The reason why they set up a village guard team was because their village was relatively wealthy and very famous among the surrounding villages.

Because they were so famous, their Mushui Village had been coveted by some poor and remote areas, and there were also bandits in the mountains. Someone in the village always had to stand up to protect their property.

Also because of some past experiences, they do not welcome people from other villages.

Si Qingyu nodded repeatedly, thinking that the lie was quite reasonable.

The group chatted as they walked to the village chief's house. At that moment, the village chief was standing at the gate with a smile on his face, leading his people to greet them.

The village chief was a fat old man who looked particularly gentle. He was about 40 or 50 years old. He said with full energy, "Your distinguished guest has come from afar. I am sorry for not welcoming you in person. I am really disrespectful!"

"You're welcome, Village Chief. Sorry for bothering you!" Si Qingyu replied.

The village chief glanced at the group of six people and saw that they were all led by Si Qingyu, so he stood in front of Si Qingyu and waved to her, "Master, please come this way."

Si Qingyu: “Thank you!”

Ying Tianxing found it very strange to see how his junior sister dealt with the villagers with ease.

Logically, she was raised in a sect and an aristocratic family, so she should have the temperament and character of an eldest lady who is ignorant of the world, just like Long Cenyue and Lu Xiangxiang. But why does this little junior sister look more experienced and shrewd than her father?

Because he was too bored, Ying Tianxing simply opened a group chat in the sound transmission jade pendant and discussed with Nangong Chiyang, Chi Baobao, and Qianren about the demeanor of his junior sister.

Finally, several senior brothers came to the conclusion that it was probably because Dingkun Sect treated her badly. She had been observing people's words and expressions and had been cautious and fearful in trying to survive in the cracks of Dingkun Sect since she was a child, so she matured mentally early.

That must be the case, my little junior sister is so pitiful!

……

Although it is a private residence, the grandeur of the village chief's front door is not inferior to the entrance gate of their Renxin Sect.

Surrounding it are neatly and exquisitely trimmed exotic flowers and plants.

Lu Xiangxiang recognized several valuable ones among them. They were so rare that one plant was worth a mansion and was valued at millions of high-quality spirit stones.

There is more wonder than this. About ten meters away from the gate, there is a man-made spiritual spring pool.

In the spirit pool, the most central part is a stone sculpture, which depicts five flying fairies with different postures and beautiful smiles.

The five fairies each held a pure bottle in their hands, from which gurgling spiritual springs flowed into the pool.

In the sacred pond, red koi fish swim freely, creating a very poetic and picturesque scene.

The village chief allowed them to admire the beautiful scenery of the Lingquan stone sculptures at the door of his house before inviting them in.

At the door of the village chief's house, there is a black golden lion on each side. The lion's eyeballs are made of gems, and there are shark pearls in its mouth that can provide light. It is very majestic.

Si Qingyu remembered that on her way into the village, she saw that although the other houses in the village were not as luxurious as the village chief's house, the entrances were also very grand.

Even though it was a mansion in Cangbi City, it was just average.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Mushui Village is the richest village in the area under the care of their Renxin Sect.

Si Qingyu couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It was really difficult to become so rich just by farming. This was very unreasonable in any world.

Mushui Village must have some other pillar industry that they don’t know about.