Chapter 335: Bold Daoist, Dares to Pick Up Anything

Unwilling.

Unwilling.

Heaven and earth are unjust, leaving only him behind.

The witch ancestor was so gentle and beautiful, a kind-hearted person, yet she fell for a bunch of snakes, insects, rats, and ants from who knows where.

That 'Guai Nunu' has only beauty, but is not anything good.

That 'Chen Weifang' appears kind on the surface, but actually has the most vicious mind, intercepting many of the witch ancestor's letters.

As for that proper husband......

To speak frankly, if not for his foolish-looking face, which makes him look like an easy target, a glance would not affect the witch ancestor's later taking of concubines.

Not to mention the two before him could drink a pot, even he himself could drink a pot of this person.

All bad.

All ruined.

This Xiao Chou Daoshi, crying to the point of hiccups, is even more aggravating.

Although I don't know where his inheritance comes from, for this kind of divination, even thinking with your toes you know he couldn't possibly explain it clearly to him.

This thing, a miss by a hair's breadth leads to an error of a thousand miles.

A difference of one or two characters is enough to make a world of difference.

Even if he binds Xiao Chou Daoshi and forces him, the other party unwilling to teach, not even needing to show it, just needing to 'unintentionally' teach a wrong character or two, he fears he would easily fall into an abyss from which there is no return......

No good.

No good.

Still have to go back to find the witch ancestor.

Not the witch ancestor, but the true witch ancestor of the witch clan.

Xiao Chou Daoshi has a family legacy, and he also firmly believes he is not inferior to the other party in any way.

What flows in his body is at least witch blood, and moreover, due to his parents' close-kin marriage, it is the purest strain of witch blood.

Xiao Chou Daoshi has encountered fortune; he may not lack it either.

Having promised the witch ancestor to do divination, as long as he returns to the witch clan, everything can then be faced and resolved......

"Wow, you——how dare you peek at someone's treasure——(?? v? v??)

A voice from behind interrupted Xuan Feixing's thoughts; Xuan Feixing looked up and saw the tearful little Daoist having crawled out of the carriage at some point, staring at him and the Mystic Mirror in his hand, obviously having passed the most aggrieved time, now filled with resentment:

"You say I'm not good, yet you peeked—it's simply too much——

Xuan Feixing endured and endured, couldn't help but roll his eyes, and threw the Mystic Mirror back:

"You didn't keep it safe yourself—who else can you blame? Here you go!"

"By the way, I won't be traveling with you anymore; I have some things to do first. You're in Mysterious—no, Feather Mountain—finish your business there, then you go back on your own."

Ji Mao Ge, hearing this, his expression instantly changed from (?? v? v??) to (? °? °?).

He obviously felt somewhat at a loss, and asked helplessly:

"What, what do you mean I go alone, Ji Mao Ge......

"The sky's about to darken! What am I to do if you leave?"

"This mountain is so dangerous—how can you go alone!"

After they entered Central Province, in just a short ten days they had already experienced quite a few bandit raids.

Otherwise he'll end up in pieces here and there——?!

"What on earth is going on!"

"He's only cried a little while, and Ji Mao Ge already changed his mind!"

"Could it be that he really finds him utterly annoying?"

"Well, well......"

"Then what is he to do!"

Ji Mao Ge fumbled to catch the Mystic Mirror, glanced at the unfamiliar characters on it, didn't care, just casually slipped it into his lap, and began scratching his ears and cheeks.

Xuan Feixing originally intended to turn and leave, but keenly sensed from the other's expression a hint of something unusual——

He hadn't looked closely.

Xiao Chou Daoshi's expression when looking at those characters seemed as if he hadn't looked closely, and also seemed like he, too, was somewhat..... strange and bewildered?

Xuan Feixing couldn't tell if he was mistaken; after a brief thought, his steps to leave paused, and he spoke again as if nothing were the matter:

"You're not from the Nine Provinces?"

As the sky grew dark, Ji Mao Ge, who was already terribly afraid, made up his mind to stick like a small tail—no, a big tail—behind Xuan Feixing.

Seeing Xuan Feixing temporarily pause, although unaware of his intent, he nevertheless hurriedly replied:

"Yes, of course!"

"My master actually picked me up in Xu Prefecture when I was small, my body covered in a ragged cloth. My master said that upon seeing me, he thought I was exquisitely carved, extraordinarily clever, lovely and lively......"

This Xiao Chou Daoshi, only at first glance did he look like a person,

Once familiar, you can tell this person is both affected and talkative.

These days, Xuan Feixing has become quite familiar with the other's temperament, yet still, upon hearing him speak, a vein pops on his forehead.

Xuan Feixing suppressed his temper and deliberately probed:

"...... Why are the characters carved on that stone not quite like Central Plains script?"

"I've traveled with you for over two months, and now we're about to part; considering this arduous journey and the few times we've saved each other, wouldn't it be better to tell me the truth——

"Are you really or not a spy of the foreign tribes?"

The foreign tribes in the Northern Border are causing chaos, quite a commotion.

Thus, everyone under heaven changes color upon hearing of the foreign race.

But unfortunately, it's exactly this reason, yet it really stands firm, leaving people unable to refute.

Fucouzi strokes his heart and asks himself: the foreign race out there is so brutal; now if he were to meet a person who has something engraved with unfathomable scribbles like ghostly talismans, and moreover usually treasures this thing greatly......

Speaking honestly, even he himself starts to doubt.

But, this also doesn't affect Fucouzi's grievance:

"How do you again groundlessly sully someone's purity!"

"I have no relation at all with the foreign race; that piece of mystic mirror is something I picked up on the road when I was cultivating Dao in the past; at first it had some spiritual aura, so I let it cultivate together with me; I never expected it would often produce some incomprehensible characters......"

Indeed, just being associated with the two words 'foreign race' brings no good at all.

Furthermore, the person opposite is again appointed by the Empress, having protected me all along, a benefactor who has saved my life several times.

Fucouzi racked his brains, not wanting to deceive the other party, could only blurt out whatever he could say.

Fucouzi felt his words were already enough to cover up, yet when they fell into Xuan Feixing's ears, they instead stirred up a storm of shock——

Xuan Feixing truly never imagined that his earlier premonition was correct; the other party's inheritance, the other party themselves actually truly cannot understand it!

And what does 'picking up a piece of mystic mirror by the roadside' mean?

Shaman folk can, through sacrificial rites, consult the ancestors and obtain revelations.

The premise is that the shaman folk are consulting the 'ancestor', the 'ancestor'!

Although ancestors occasionally have a big temper, they will never harm the younger generation!

A mystic mirror casually picked up by the roadside has no origin, and is endlessly Q&A; one wonders how much sincerity it could have toward this little smelly Daoist.

He previously still thought Fucouzi had obtained an opportunity......

Now looking back, what opportunity? It's clearly a hot potato!

Whether to speak or not, this explanation caused Xuan Feixing's earlier intention to return to acknowledge his ancestors and return to the clan to slow his steps, and his gaze toward Fucouzi also carried a hint of pity he himself hardly noticed.

Fucouzi, being stared at, felt uncomfortable all over, yet suddenly a flash of inspiration struck his mind, turning the tables, he said:

"Ji Maoge, you looking at me like this, could it be you also have a cut-sleeve preference?"

"I tell you, if you have any unspeakable secret, just say it! Between us brothers——Wah-wah you hit me for what——Wah, don't pull my hair (；へ：)——Wah o(╥﹏╥)o——Wah (╥╯^╰╥)——"

"I'm wrong! I'm wrong! Ji Maoge——don't hit me anymore——look, what is that——no no I'm not changing the subject——there really is someone coming! Those you chased away seem to have come back to steal things again!"

Xuan Feixing's fist-clenching motion paused, then he suddenly lifted his head——

Twilight deepened, the heavens and earth grew dim.

Not far from the carriage side, at some point, those bandits who had previously been beaten and fled in defeat somehow sneaked back again, peeking out from beside the carriage.

Xuan Feixing secretly thought 'uh-oh', was about to step forward to block, however......

"Whoosh—Clack—"

A sound of tearing through the air rang out, accompanied by the crisp sound of a wooden staff striking the carriage pole.

A bright yellow flame instantly spread from the torch to the carriage curtain, then rose upward from the curtain——

This bunch of troublemakers, seeing that looting would not succeed, actually intend to set fire and burn everything down!

Since they have this gall, don't blame him for being ruthless!

?? Coming coming! A little late!