Dressed as the villain's ex-fiancée [Transmigration Book]

The village Cui Xiaojiu and Lingjun lived in was called Xuehu Village. It was located in the snow, and it was not too big or small. There were about dozens of households, and it was the only inhabited village within a hundred miles.

Villagers in Xuehu Village rely on mountains to eat mountains, and make a living by hunting and fishing.In order to thank the earth for its gifts and pray for abundance and good luck, they will hold a "winter hunting" ceremony in the third week of winter.

Cui Xiaojiu asked Lingjun unwillingly: "Are you really not going to see it? It's very interesting."

Ling Jun asked her back: "Do you really want me to go?"

Want Lingjun to go?Of course I want to!

Ever since Cui Xiaojiu said to Lingjun in the teahouse that day, "I will prove it to you", she has been trying to let Lingjun get in touch with ordinary people more, and lead her to see the little kindness in these mortal beings. Unfortunately, Lingjun either Turn a blind eye, or back away.

For example, during the three days in Xuehu Village, Ling Jun either stayed in the room alone, or sneaked out to see the snow scene when Cui Xiaojiu was helping the villagers.

After so many days, not to mention knowing people, I have met no more than three villagers in total.

Under Ling Jun's gaze, Cui Xiaojiu obeyed his will and nodded.

"Shall we go and have a look? Just stand at a distance and don't get close." She blinked her eyes and her voice was soft.

Lingjun is too cold, Cui Xiaojiu sometimes feels that she is a gust of wind or a cloud, if she is not careful, she will run away and never be found again.

After being soft and hard until Lingjun agreed, she breathed a sigh of relief, buried her face in her knees, and only showed a pair of smart eyes, watching the snow quietly.

The wind blew across the hills and valleys, and the snow on the ground was blown up a little, and there were a lot of it.

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The second day is winter hunting.

Early in the morning, Cui Xiaojiu took Ling Jun to the ice lake outside the village, where many villagers had already been waiting, it was very lively.

The village chief wandered around the grounds, inspecting the ritual props and offerings.As soon as the time comes, the sacrifice officially begins.

Standing on a round platform made of ice, the elder respectfully placed the offerings on the three altars one by one, lit three sticks of incense, and placed them on the middle altar.

Under the round platform, nine strong young men selected from their clan knelt in the direction of the altar and bowed to the heaven and the earth.

The elder shouted the sacrificial oration in a solemn and long tone. His voice was unavoidably trembling due to his age, but his words were full of gratitude and enthusiasm for this vast snowy land.

Cui Xiaojiu led Lingjun through the crowd outside the altar, fearing that Lingjun would lose him, she kept holding Lingjun's hand, no, to be precise, she was holding a rabbit-shaped hand.

"Come here." She looked back at Ling Jun, her eyes were shining, "I can see clearly from here."

Ling Jun frowned and avoided the stranger who almost touched her shoulder, with a kind of helpless connivance on his face.

The people around looked relaxed, chanting old sayings from time to time.

For the "gods" of this snowy land, they respect but not fear, love but not restraint.

Standing at the place, Cui Xiaojiu saw a familiar person, his eyes lit up: "Miss Wang!"

Not far away, Miss Wang heard Cui Xiaojiu's voice, turned her head and waved to her with a smile.This girl had a small round face, rosy in the face, and her curved eyebrows were full of freedom and wantonness, which was different from the stereotyped gracefulness and delicacy of ladies and gentlemen, and had a different kind of charm.

Cui Xiaojiu introduced to Lingjun in a low voice: "This is what I often mentioned to you before, Miss Wang, Wang Jiao, she has a good personality, and she took the initiative to teach me needlework."

After Wang Jiao said hello, she continued to bow her head and use the old saying "pray". In the words of Xuehu villagers, it means communicating with the gods in the mountains.

Ling Jun glanced at Wang Jiao's back, his eyes moved slightly, then lowered his eyes, not knowing what to think.Cui Xiaojiu introduced other things for a while, and found that Lingjun was a little absent-minded, stopped talking, and asked Lingjun worriedly: "What's wrong?"

Ling Jun shook his head.

Cui Xiaojiu thought that Lingjun was tired, so he pulled her to an open space to rest.

After reading the sacrificial oration, the old man knelt down slowly but firmly, and kowtowed three times in the direction of the altar, which meant that the next link was about to begin.

The girls put hunting gear on Erlang, and others brought huge fishing nets. The elder commanded them to lower them into the ice cave that had been dug long ago.

When they arrived at the open space, Cui Xiaojiu took out a mat and spread it on the floor, and told Ling Jun to sit down—when she first came to Xuehu Village, she didn't hide her identity as a cultivator, so now no one is surprised that she took things out of thin air.

She herself leaned over curiously to see how to get off the net, and even went up to help.

People are busy talking and laughing, and the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere is very contagious.

The sun quickly rose above the head, and it was already noon. The mothers-in-law brought food from home and shared it with everyone.

Everyone sat in a circle, and the mother-in-law greeted them with a smile: "Girls, come together!"

Cui Xiaojiu pulled Ling Jun over, it was a magical feeling to be accepted by a group, she took the rice ball flattered.

People talked and laughed loudly, talking about the mountains while eating.The big black dog raised by Li Er's family at the entrance of the village was also there, Cui Xiaojiu broke a piece of rice ball for it, and the big black dog came over and rubbed Cui Xiaojiu's hand affectionately.

At this time, a child asked Cui Xiaojiu full of hope and longing: "Sister, I heard from the salesman outside that immortals like you live in the sky. What is there in the sky?"

"Immortal?" Cui Xiaojiu shook his head and smiled, "People like us are not immortals, they can only be called cultivators."

"Cultivator?"

"Well. In layman's terms, cultivators are a group of people who pursue the Dao of Ascension." Cui Xiaojiu is also a little yearning, "I think, those powerful people who have reached the end and ascended from the ground can be regarded as immortals, right?"

In Cui Xiaojiu's world, there are also legends of ascension. Although she cannot cultivate, she has longed for immortals like every practitioner who embarks on cultivation.She said: "What is there in the sky? Maybe it's Qionglouyuyu, maybe it's a rare beast, but these things are probably only known to those who have been there."

The child was a little disappointed. Wang Jiao patted him on the head, and asked Cui Xiaojiu curiously: "Then where do you cultivators usually live? Are you the same as us?"

Cui Xiaojiu supported his chin and nodded: "It's about the same. Loose cultivators basically drill into the deep mountains and old forests to build a cave to retreat and clean up. The famous sects who want to save face will build a mountain gate on the spiritual veins. The palace is forged by a talented spirit craftsman, and it can be regarded as majestic and majestic."

After hearing the scene described by Cui Xiaojiu, the child couldn't care less about being disappointed, and opened his mouth wide, listening intently.

Wang Jiao was fascinated when she heard it, she hesitated for a moment: "I have one more question."

"Ok?"

Wang Jiaochi questioned: "If you are a cultivator, do you know...other cultivators? Hundreds of years ago, our village was attacked by monsters and almost suffered a catastrophe. A fairy elder came to help us. It has been able to continue. I grew up listening to the story of this fairy elder, and I have always yearned for her."

Other cultivators?

Cui Xiaojiu: "Just tell me."

Wang Jiao: "Her name is Lingjun, Miss Ling. Have you heard of her? Do you know what kind of person she is?"

Hearing this name, Cui Xiaojiu was stunned.

But passing by to help the villagers is Zeng Lingjun's style.Presumably this paragraph should be about Lingjun's experience when he went down the mountain.

She subconsciously looked at Ling Jun.

There was also a bit of surprise on Ling Jun's face.

Others followed suit: "Yes, have you heard of it?"

"How is your benefactor now? How are you doing?"

"The benefactor is so kind and powerful, she must be famous and loved by everyone now!"

"Don't interrupt, listen to what they say."

Looking over with curious or expectant eyes, Cui Xiaojiu licked his dry lips, not knowing how to answer.

She is not good at lying.

To say that Lingjun is living well now is a lie and a deception.But to be honest, it's just adding to the obstacles of the villagers and pouring cold water on the lively atmosphere.

Why don't you say that you don't know him?

"She's doing well." A cold voice sounded beside her ear.

Cui Xiaojiu's eyes widened slightly, looking at the people around him.

Ling Jun seemed not aware of it, and lowered her eyes, looking at the ice covered with a layer of frost and snow: "She has been to many places and learned a lot of things. Although there are twists and turns in her life, she has no regrets in her heart."

Cui Xiaojiu came back to his senses, bent his lips, saw that the villagers were confused, and added: "She is very powerful! Because she is very strong, she has done a lot of good deeds, and later she was dubbed 'Sword Master' title!"

"That's it." The villagers were very happy.

Wang Jiao wanted to ask more, but at this moment, a whistle sounded, and the time for eating and chatting was over.

Cui Xiaojiu breathed a sigh of relief, and if she continued to ask, it would be difficult for her to say more.

The villagers packed their things with unsatisfied enthusiasm.

After eating, it's time to start going online, which is a big project.

After the fish came out, Cui Xiaojiu also went to pick the fish from the net.Everyone moved swiftly, and soon they were all over the floor, and the fine scales on the belly of the fish reflected the skylight.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Cui Xiaojiu ran to Lingjun and bumped her shoulder: "How is it? Does it feel good?"

"It's okay." Ling Jun stood with his sleeves folded.

Cui Xiaojiu knew that Lingjun's "okay" meant "very good".

"Then..." She tentatively asked, "Do you think that what I said earlier makes sense?"

Needless to say, both of them knew that this was referring to the dispute in the teahouse.

Because of Ling Jun's relaxed attitude, Cui Xiaojiu became a little more courageous, and it was the first time in these months that he brought up the matter of that day.

Ling Jun didn't answer immediately, as if he was thinking about something, after a long time, he said softly: "A lot of times, people's usual appearance doesn't necessarily prove anything, I've seen it a lot."

"The gluey Taoist couple broke up at the moment of disaster, and the dead brothers turned against each other in front of Lingbao. Human nature can't stand the test. It may not sound good to say this. They are fine now, but sometimes they will change."

She couldn't hear any negative emotions in her words, just like a senior teaching a junior earnestly.

After these few months of walking, Cui Xiaojiu no longer feels that the world is black and white. On the one hand, not everyone will choose to turn their backs, will they?"

Ling Jun remained silent.

This is the most essential difference between the two.

Cui Xiaojiu agrees with the view that thousands of people have thousands of faces, and she also knows the dark side that exists in the world, but she feels that corresponding to it, there are many shining points in human nature.

But because of his own experience, Lingjun can only see one side, and only think in the bad direction, and he no longer believes in the flowers and snow in the world.

So Cui Xiaojiu always wants to take Lingjun to appreciate all the excitement and beauty—that is what Lingjun should have.

But now, Cui Xiaojiu didn't intend to argue about this, she smiled lightly, and narrowly said: "You still made them a white lie in the end."

Ling Jun knelt down and fiddled with the fish: "It's not a lie."

Cui Xiaojiu blinked: "Huh?"

Unknowingly, it is gradually slanting westward, and the busyness is coming to an end.

At this time, Cui Xiaojiu suddenly felt the fluctuation of spiritual power, from far to near.

As if suddenly falling into reality, her joyful heart condensed, her brows were slightly frowned, and she raised her head to look in the direction where the spiritual power came from.

The small black dots came from the sky and gradually grew bigger, it turned out to be a group of people stepping on flying swords.

Counting the time, the secret realm is about to open, and these people must be cultivators who have come to participate in the secret realm!

Soon, some villagers also saw this strange phenomenon, and pulled the people around them to see.The coercion released by these cultivators made them feel uneasy, as if they were being stared at by some ferocious beast.

"What a big show." Cui Xiaojiu whispered.

Ling Jun squeezed her hand comfortingly, and the bunny-shaped hand covering opened and closed, which was funny and cute.

According to the time in the book, it is only a few days before the opening of the Snow Mountain Secret Realm.In the future, it is estimated that more practitioners will visit this village.