"stop!"

Qin Li stood up.

He really couldn't stand it and came to stop him.

The tenants looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh that this man was unparalleled.

"Where did you come from a young man? Ju dared to care about grandpa's affairs!" The fat supervisor was extremely unhappy, especially when he saw Qin Li's handsome face, he was extremely jealous.

Xiaoju said nervously: "Brother, go quickly. He is a Dharma monk and you can't beat him."

"Did you hear it? Don't kneel down and beg for mercy, otherwise I'll scratch you, a little white man!" Two fierce lights appeared in the fat supervisor's eyes.

"act recklessly!"

Qin Li took out Yang Simu's jade token.

The size of a jade plaque is a palm-sized carved with green chalcedony, and is transparent and shiny. The front is the character "yang" and the back is a vigorous poplar tree.

"Legitimate...the direct token!" The fat supervisor was so scared that his fat man trembled. He knelt on the ground with a thud and said in horror: "Mr. Yang, the young man is blind and doesn't know you. He actually contradicts him. Please forgive me..."

Bang!

Qin Li blinked his fingers.

A golden light crossed the fat supervisor's crotch.

"Ah! My life root!" The fat supervisor let out a scream like a pig killing scream. His face turned red and his veins burst. This guy can never harm the girl again.

Seeing this, the other supervisors quickly knelt down: "Greetings to Lord Yang!"

Seeing this, the surrounding tenants knelt down in horror.

Suddenly!

Such a huge canteen.

Tens of thousands of monks knelt on the ground and trembled.

Only Xiaoju fell into a dull state and didn't react for a while.

Qin Li said lightly: "I'm here in Guzhuang. There is one important thing. You can arrange a guest room for me. And this little girl, let's be my maid."

"Sir, please come with us!" More than a dozen supervisors nodded repeatedly, rolled and climbed ahead to lead the way.

Qin Li took Xiaoju away.

After a while.

There were talks everywhere in the cafeteria.

"It turns out that man is the master of the Yang family, no wonder he is so handsome."

"Xiao Ju is lucky, but she is actually attracted by the Yang family's direct descendants."

"Maybe the little chrysanthemum can fly up to the branches and turn into a phoenix!"

Ignore these gossips.

Qin Li moved into a private room.

Xiaoju also followed in, looking timid and frightened.

As a weak girl, she was suddenly taken away by a strange man and inevitably had bad associations and acted conservatively.

"Don't be afraid, I have no malice towards you." Qin Li smiled gently and handed out a jade bottle: "There are ten jade valley pills here, just treat them as a little gift for me."

Xiaoju was flattered and shook her head desperately and said, "This gift is too precious, I can't take it. Besides, with my strength, I can't protect the Yugu Pill. Those powerful tenants will take away these elixirs."

Qin Li raised his eyebrows.

He knew very well that the lower the level, the more cruel and ruthless the struggle was.

Although the tenants were at the bottom of the Great Yan Dynasty, they still had to be ranked in different levels. Xiaoju was the bottom of the bottom. Looking at her messy hair and bruises on her arms, she knew that she was not bullied a lot.

"So that! I'll give you this jade comb, of course it's not free. You have to answer a few questions from me." Qin Li took out a white jade comb.

Xiaoju's eyes lit up. After all, girls love beauty. The jade comb is exquisitely crafted. She is a little eager: "Adults have any questions, just ask!"

"Do you know the Spring Breeze Immortal? I was particularly curious when I heard that he had the ability to revive the dead, because I also had a relative who passed away." Qin Li said.

Xiaoju seemed very excited: "Chunfeng Xianren is a great saint. He not only ensures good weather and good harvests every year, but also brings back the dead and returns to the underworld. Unfortunately, he only has one place every year, and it is always not my turn."

"So there is indeed someone." Qin Li thought that the Spring Breeze Immortal was just a superficial belief, but he didn't expect that there was such a monk: "Xiaoju, I want to ask for the Immortal, don't you know any way?"

Xiaoju replied: "The Spring Breeze Immortal rarely appears, but on Qinghe Festival, he will appear to pray for blessings to ensure a bumper harvest this year."

"When is the Qinghe Festival?" Qin Li asked afterwards.

"Three days later." Xiaoju replied.

Hearing the words!

Qin Li smiled.

It was a coincidence.

"I'm giving this jade comb to you."

"Thank you sir!" Xiaoju took the jade comb and was very happy.

The next three days.

Qin Lidu was practicing in the house.

The mystery of the Emperor's Sutra, you can comprehend it back and forth, and you will gain new results every time.

He also took time to study the "Book of Alchemy Immortals". Now he can refine magic weapons, but cannot refine precious elixirs.

This is because the Book of Immortals of the Vessels was written by the Five Immortals of the Vessels, while the Book of Immortals of the Elixirs was introduced from the Ten Ox Trees, which is even more obscure and difficult to understand and requires a lot of time.

Xiaoju has also come to clean the house these days. Qin Li secretly gave her a wisp of longevity, which made her blood full and her eyes bright. Her face was no longer as good as before, with more rosy luster, and many bruises on her body also receded.

"Sir, tonight is Qinghe Festival, are you going to participate?" Xiaoju asked.

Qin Li shook his head: "I have some important things, you can go there by yourself!"

"OK!"

Xiaoju left the room excitedly.

She has never dressed up, she has combed her hair and wore a clean coarse cloth dress. It seems that today is very important to her.

Qin Li followed behind secretly and did not show up. He wanted to see how mysterious this Spring Breeze Immortal is, but he could not alarm the snake, so he hid his tracks.

Outside the valley!

On a wide flat ground.

This is a glutinous yard, which gathers tens of thousands of tenants, and is noisy.

Xiaoju was among them, her thin body tied with hemp ropes, dragging two yellow wooden coffins, exuding the smell of corpse. Many tenants also came with the coffins.

At this time, the sky and the earth are shrouded in the night, the stars are brilliant, the bright moon comes out of the mountain, sprinkling a moon like water and silver, quiet and noble. There are many torches around the sanitary ground, and there is a haystack altar in the center, which is only four floors high, but it is firmly built.

"The immortals are here!"

Several tenants said loudly.

I saw a blue light flying from the night sky in the distance.

The green light fell on the altar and a monk appeared, with thin cheeks, wearing a green cloud Taoist robe, holding a white jade whisk, a jade hairpin on his head, and a tuft of goat beards, which was quite good.

"Greetings to the Immortal Chunfeng!"

Tens of thousands of tenants knelt down together, with admiration and fanaticism in their eyes.

The monk in the green robe shook the whisk and said directly: "It's still like in previous years. If you hand over the sacrifices, I will communicate with God to ensure that every family has a good harvest."

Bang!

A black light fell.

It is a large black pottery jar.

It was half a person tall, indicating that it was covered with spiritual patterns, shining with scarlet light, and exuding a scattered evil spirit. The jar was pitch black, and no way to see any of the tricks.

"I'll do it first!"

A tenant stepped forward and split his fingers.

The blood dripped into the black jar, flashing blood, and then returned to silence.

The monk in green robe said: "The more blood a person is, the more sincere he is. God will bless his family with a good harvest."

When they heard this, the tenants became more enthusiastic, and they cut their fingers, some of them cut their wrists, dripping a lot of blood, and fell into the black jar. They were very skilled, and it was obviously not the first time that tens of thousands of tenants were almost rushing for the opportunity to sacrifice.

The black urn became more and more strange, with blood-colored spiritual patterns coming alive, bursting out with a charming light. And the dark urn was filled with silver clouds, which made people worship him.

"It seems like an evil cultivator!"

The old demon Dugu was very knowledgeable and could see the other person's origin at a glance.

Qin Li's eyes shone with a gaze: "No wonder all of these tenants are as beautiful as vegetables. They are usually not full and have to bleed every year. This shameless evil cultivator even needs to exploit the tenants at the bottom. I want to destroy him."
To be continued...