Chapter 192

The next day, at dawn, on the roof of the Jingxuan of the Red Sleeve Workshop, Xiao Yu's elegant figure dancing with a sword appeared again.

"Lord Shangzao, you're back!" Widow Huang held Ergouzi, hesitating, her expression unnatural.

"Aunt Huang? Hey, you calling me 'Lord Shangzao' isn't that humiliating me?" Xiao Yu said angrily.

Her expression and tone were very natural, making Widow Huang also become natural.

"Hey, you are indeed a Great Qin Shangzao now, how can it be considered humiliating? Everyone envies you!" Widow Huang smiled.

Xiao Yu only slowed down her movements slightly and didn't stop, her breath even and her words clear as she said: "Do you know what identity Young Master Gongsun, who lived in the Red Sleeve Workshop for more than a month, has?

Do you know what rank his guard, Old Zou, has?"

"What rank are they?" Widow Huang asked curiously.

"Young Master Gongsun is only a fourth-level 'Bugeng,' but his guard leader Old Zou is an eighth-level 'Gongcheng'!" Xiao Yu sighed.

Before she had the rank of "Shangzao," no one cared about the ranks of Gongsun Wujiu and others.

Once the "Great Qin Shangzao Chen Yufeng Fairy" was freshly released and appeared brilliantly yesterday evening, she didn't even need to ask herself, and the girls of the Red Sleeve Workshop started inquiring about the situation of "Young Master Yihong."

Uh, because Gongsun Wujiu lived in the Yihong Academy and showed no sign of leaving, everyone secretly gave him the "elegant name" of "Young Master Yihong" behind his back.

Gongsun Wujiu being a fourth-level Bugeng was not strange.

Not to mention anything else, just the perseverance and courage to walk tens of thousands of miles from Xianyang to the side of the Liusha River, if all invested in the army, relying on the Gongsun family's connections and background, he could certainly strive for a not-low rank.

Old Zou being an eighth-level Gongcheng was completely beyond her expectations.

Placed in Xianyang City, "Gongcheng" also belonged to the upper class.

Xiao Yu estimated that if Gongsun Wujiu could mix a "Gongcheng" rank, he would never have run to the Western Sha Region to waste time.

Regardless of what hidden difficulties and secrets Old Zou had, his Gongcheng rank at least could set off the "Shangzao" rank of Xiao Yu to be significantly devalued.

"If even Young Master Yihong is a fourth-level rank, then do the hundreds or thousands of noble sons who have crossed west recently have higher ranks?"

The expression on Widow Huang's face couldn't be called disappointed, but there was indeed a sense of disillusionment that a beautiful thing had been broken.

She had previously thought that the rank of the Central Plains was very high-level and rare!

"Don't look down on Young Master Gongsun; he just sleeps with flowers and lies with willows, which doesn't mean he has no ability."

Xiao Yu was also speechless; even the neighbors nearby knew the name of "Young Master Yihong."

"I don't look down on him, just feel he is a bit unenterprising. Forget it, we barbarians are commoners, what qualifications do we have to evaluate the nobles of the Central Plains, let's just talk about you.

You are considered a 'Great Qin Noble' now, why do you still live in the Red Sleeve Workshop?" Widow Huang asked.

"I am young and have no relatives, if I don't live in Jingxuan, do you want me to return to the Howling Shanzhuang, which is desolate and has high winds and rough waves?" Xiao Yu said.

Aunt Liu hoped she would return to the Howling Shanzhuang and preferably stay there safely for ten years.

She didn't agree.

Even after Lei Zhen, Li Xianzhi, Chi Juluo, and Lei Tianyang triggered "Great Father-Destroyer" after seeing her, the Purple Mansion could operate at full load for a long time, but she didn't return to the Howling Shanzhuang to "seclude herself."

Her "three-step walk, cast sword bones" plan had only walked "one and a half steps": she could barely see the shadows of some duty-performing gods and talisman envoys, and the pure Yang evil energy could probably kill them.

The remaining "one and a half steps" still needed to be polished slowly.

That's not to mention.

"Cast sword bones" requires a large amount of sword intent to regenerate the "Sword's Spiritual Mechanism."

The former sword bone spiritual mechanism was scattered into the blood vessels by Divine Physician Min, becoming nourishment for the physique and internal energy.

To recast sword bones, a new spiritual mechanism must be born, created by herself, a sword path spiritual mechanism that completely belongs to her.

This process requires understanding a large amount of sword intent, and once started, it cannot be given up halfway until the sword bones are recast (ps).

And to understand a large amount of sword intent, without a doubt, activating "Great Father-Destroyer" is the best way.

In the Howling Shanzhuang, let alone finding a "Foster Father," she instead became someone else's foster mother and grandmother.

Widow Huang sighed: "That may be so, but you still have to live in Tianmen Town for ten years.

After you become an adult, your divine skills are completed, and then you will leave Western Shu to take up a post at the Protectorate of the Eastern Sha Region.

Now you are still young, wait until you gradually grow up"

Actually, according to her thoughts, no matter whether she was old or young, she had to leave the Red Sleeve Workshop as soon as possible.

Xiao Yu smiled freely, "You also said it, wait until I become an adult and leave the Western Sha Region.

When I arrive in the strange East, who knows me?

Or rather, even if someone recognizes me, what is the difference between staying in the Red Sleeve Workshop for half a year or a few years?"

Ten years later, she felt she would definitely have the realm of a human immortal and the strength to kill a true immortal.

Once she could kill immortals at will, who would dare not respectfully call her "Grand Aunt"?

Widow Huang was stunned and sighed: "It's rare that you have such an open-minded bearing at such a young age."

——What does it have to do with bearing, it's purely for "worshipping dad."

Xiao Yu sheathed her sword, wiped the sweat with the face towel at her waist, and asked suspiciously: "There are so few people in the back alley today! I've been talking to you for a good while, and no one came over to ask about this and that.

I thought that after more than a month and experiencing so many things, as soon as I appeared, everyone would hear the news and come over!"

Widow Huang rolled her eyes at her and whispered: "Who would dare to ask about your business at the government office casually?

If it weren't for the notice posted at the government office yesterday, saying that you have become an attendant to Lord Dongfang Shuo, have entered the Great Qin household registration, and have been conferred the second-level Shangzao rank. I wouldn't have dared to come over to greet you when I saw you dancing with a sword on the roof this morning."

This could be considered the most direct benefit brought to Xiao Yu by the "Three-Chapter Agreement" so far: removing the label of "Plague God in the World, No Living Being Enter" from her.

On the day of the Heaven's Will Gambling Game, Widow Huang, Aunt Zhang, and other commoners had limited knowledge, didn't understand the meaning of "Heaven's Will Gambling Game," and dared to surround Xiao Yu and ask about this and that.

After a few days passed, they gradually heard some things from others, knew the severity, and started to be afraid.

But once the government office posted a notice, directly indicating the appreciation and closeness of the Central Plains Imperial Envoy to her, at least the ordinary commoners started to change their thoughts and attitudes: even Lord Dongfang didn't avoid Little Fengxian like a snake or scorpion, which shows that those rumors of "Chen Yufeng Fairy is inauspicious" and "being too close to Chen Yufeng Fairy will be unlucky" are all nonsense, Heaven's will is with Little Fengxian, and the Heavenly Emperor is protecting Little Fengxian!

It can only be said that the golden signboard of "Central Plains Central Plains" has too high prestige in the Western Sha Region.

In a society where even ordinary commoners yearn to be reincarnated into the Central Plains as citizens in their next life, the influence of Dongfang Shuo's attitude is too great.

Not only Widow Huang, but even the girls, aunts, and daughters of the Red Sleeve Workshop now only have awe for Xiao Yu, without the taboo of avoiding "inauspicious fierce objects."

"Since everyone has seen the notice at the government office, where are Aunt Zhang, Li Daye, and the others?" Xiao Yu asked.

"Today is the funeral at Zhai the blacksmith's house, and everyone went over to help at the fifth watch." Widow Huang sighed.

If it were summer, at the fifth watch, the sky would already be dawn.

Now that autumn has entered, the sky gets dark quickly and brightens late, and when everyone got up at the fifth watch, the sky was still pitch black, so Xiao Yu couldn't get up early.

"Is it at Zhai the third brother's house at the intersection?" Xiao Yu was surprised: "There are only two people in his family. Zhai the blacksmith died?"

"It's not Zhai the blacksmith, it's his son, Zhai the big dog."

Speaking of "big dog," Widow Huang hugged Ergouzi even tighter.

"The big dog went to touch fish in the river; the weather is cold, the water is too cold, his legs cramped and he drowned"

After a pause, her eyes flickered, and she lowered her voice: "There are also people who say the big dog met a water ghost, and the water ghost was looking for a substitute, pulling the big dog into the bottom of the water so he could go to be reincarnated himself."

Xiao Yu frowned: "Where did the big dog go to touch fish?"

"Right at the Little Lianghe, near Sun Family Bridge." Widow Huang said.

The main water areas of Western Shu are two big rivers: one is the Hualong River in the north, and one is the Heilong River in the south.

Similar to the Yangtze River basin of the Central Plains, the Heilong River has many tributaries, and the Lianghe is one of them.

After the Lianghe enters Tianmen Town, it splits into two, one is the Qingshuihe, and one is the Little Lianghe.

Zhai the big dog lives in the Soy Sauce Alley, and it is very convenient to go to the Little Lianghe, the Qingshuihe, or the Lianghe.

And Sun Family Bridge is the bridge closest to the city wall.

After crossing this bridge, and walking north along the river, you have to go outside the city.

From Sun Family Bridge to Soy Sauce Alley, there is quite a long distance to walk.

"Why did the big dog run so far?" Xiao Yu said.

Widow Huang sighed: "Running so far, isn't it to avoid his old man?

That kid really likes swimming; in the summer, he was almost soaking in the river every day.

Even if it was heavy rain, the Lianghe was rising, the Little Lianghe was muddy and rolling, fiercer than a galloping horse, and the pleasure boats on the Qingshuihe were all stopped, others saw the water flowing very fast and were scared to cross the bridge, but that kid still laughed loudly and fought the waves in the middle of the river!"

"Looking at it this way, the big dog's swimming skills are very good!" Xiao Yu said.

With such good swimming skills, he drowned in the autumn season when the river was calm. Could it really be a water ghost looking for a substitute?

"Hey, Li Daye said it well, those who drown are all good swimmers. However, the big dog's swimming skills are indeed good, so everyone suspects a dead ghost is looking for a substitute, and last night many people burned paper money at Sun Family Bridge!" Widow Huang said.

Xiao Yu asked strangely: "Who are they burning paper money for?"

Widow Huang said: "Now that the big dog is dead, if he wants to go to the underworld to be reincarnated, he must find a substitute.

He fought the waves in the river, and his swimming skills are good, which everyone knows.

If he wants to find a substitute, adults can't bear it, let alone children.

Those who burn paper money for him are all families nearby who have children going down to the river to touch fish and catch shrimp.

The big dog is already dead, they are afraid! They can only burn paper money, praying for the big dog to let go of the children in their families."

Xiao Yu was speechless.

"If it's a dead ghost looking for a substitute, it means people often drown near Sun Family Bridge. Has no one burned paper money or exorcised evil spirits before?"

Widow Huang shook her head and said: "What's the use of exorcising evil spirits? Every year, many children drown in the Little Lianghe and the Lianghe.

Only the Qingshuihe opposite, with clear water and calm waves, and many pleasure boats, has few people drowning.

But no matter which river it is, as long as someone drowns, there are people who say a water ghost is looking for a substitute, and there are people who burn paper money.

But others are not as fierce as the big dog; he is really too good at swimming, known as the 'Black-Headed General' of the Little Lianghe!"

After breakfast, and checking the "Little Yellow Flower Sword" practice of Ziye for more than a month, around ten o'clock in the morning, Xiao Yu jumped over the wall.

She first went to "Cui's Paper Craft Shop" to buy a pair of paper horses, a paper wife, and a basket of paper ingots.

The shop assistant of Cui's Paper Craft Shop, carrying a large stack of things, followed her and came to the outside of Zhai's blacksmith shop together.

Before they even reached the door of the shop, they saw Zhai the blacksmith holding a big hammer chasing and beating the dog-meat Daoist.

The Daoist hadn't practiced martial arts, ran slowly, and his body was staggering and his steps were unstable, falling to the ground several times.

If it weren't for the neighbors desperately pulling the burly Zhai the blacksmith, he would have had his shit intestines smashed out by now.

"This Daoist came to report good news to you, advising you to change the funeral banquet to a happy banquet, also to seek good luck and joy, but you didn't listen to good advice, and why do you want to beat your benefactor with a hammer?

If you hit or bumped me, it's one thing whether I, the Daoist, can survive, but you will definitely create a great sin and ruin the good fortune of your whole family!"

Zhai the blacksmith had tears in his tiger eyes, his muscles bulging, struggling free from the neighbors' pulling, raising his hammer and roaring: "Dog Daoist, you killed my son, yet you talk to me about good fortune, I'll smash you to death~~~"

"Oh, oh, help, Little Fengxian, hurry up and stop this stupid cow! Don't let him commit murder~~"