Master Fu does not envy immortals

Chapter 1 The Uninvited Guest

There are continuous sounds of wooden fish and chanting in my ears.

Jiang Qiongxing opened his eyes.

Sunlight came in through the cracks in the door, illuminating the cobweb-strewn roof.

where is this?

Looking at the unfamiliar roof, she thought she had crossed again.

The soreness in the body showed a sense of presence with the return of consciousness, Jiang Qiongxing propped up his upper body, and looked down at his short arms and legs.

Oh no, she's still in that hapless stallion novel.

look around.

This is a very low small house, with firewood piled up in most of the place, and a hatchet leaning on the corner, which is very familiar.

Jiang Qiongxing raised his hand and pushed the broken wooden door, without moving.

There was a faint sound of the door lock knocking on the door panel outside the door.

A question mark slowly appeared above her head, and her expression gradually became serious.

Who locked her in her own woodshed?
The memory slowly came back.

a few days ago.

The town's yamen sent someone to look for her, saying that her father had died on the mountain outside the town, and asked her to bring the body back.

Facing this child who lost her parents at the age of ten, the official's attitude was quite gentle, and before leaving, she advised her to be sad and obedient.

Jiang Qiongxing didn't mourn, she accepted the fact calmly.

Just as she was arranging for the funeral, her aunt who married out of town suddenly appeared at Jiang's house with her whole family. She hadn't shown up for several years, and there was very little brother-sister friendship, but the fat woman could be heard screaming all over the street.

Jiang Qiongxing's head was buzzing because of her noise. He didn't know whether it was because of overwork or what happened. His vision went dark, and he lost consciousness just like that.

And then, just woke up here.

Jiang Qiongxing turned his head slowly, staring at the dilapidated wooden door of the firewood room, not knowing what expression to make.

That's how that aunt treats an orphan girl whose parents both died?

She sighed helplessly, the expression on her immature face was extremely discordant.

Then, Jiang Qiongxing stood up calmly, picked up the hatchet in the corner, and slashed at the door panel.

Amidst the violent impact, the dust on the roof rustled down.

……

As a well-known wealthy household in the town, the Jiang family's house is just a small courtyard with two entrances, which is quite simple.There are two white lanterns hanging at the door, and a black and white elegiac couplet pasted on the dark door, one can tell at a glance that there is something wrong with this family.

The old monk knocked on the wooden fish and chanted scriptures that no one could understand. The heavy coffin was parked in the main hall, and relatives, tall and short, fat and thin, stood beside them, all of them dressed in mourning.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy came out from behind, approached an unusually rich woman, and whispered, "Mother, my cousin seems to be awake."

The woman frowned instinctively: "Just lock the door, don't let her come out to make trouble."

"But she—"

Before the young man could finish his sentence, a servant ran in from the door: "Ma'am, there is a guest outside, who claims to be a friend of Jiang Yuanwai, and came to offer condolences."

"Brother's friend?" The fat woman instinctively felt something was wrong, "Why did you come here today?"

Today's funeral, according to local customs, only family members were present, and most of the relatives and friends who wanted to come to express their condolences came two days ago.

"I'll go out and have a look." She got up and walked out the door.

The boy who was forgotten on the spot curled his lips and kicked his younger brother who was dozing on the futon calmly. Before he could react, he lifted the curtain and slipped back into the backyard.

On the other side, when the fat woman came to the door, she saw a big strange man leaning against the door frame and stretching his neck, looking in.

This big man is about 50 to [-] years old, with unkempt hair and facial features, his messy hair and beard are entangled so lovingly that they cannot be distinguished from each other.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a beggar who came to cheat for food and drink.

"Are you blind? How could my brother know this kind of person?" She turned her head and reprimanded the servant in a low voice. When she raised her head again, she changed her expression and walked forward with kind eyes, "Are you hungry?——Hurry up and get some food."

While ordering the servants, she took out a few copper coins from her sleeve, and was about to hand them over, when she suddenly met the man's eyes hidden in his messy hair.

The beggar was rough everywhere, except for a pair of surprisingly clear eyes, staring at her with a half-smile at the moment, as if he could see through her at a glance.

"I'm not here to beg for food." The big man straightened up, passed the awkward woman, and walked straight in, "I'm an old friend of Jiang Hu, and I'm here to see him off for the last time."

"and many more……"

"Since you are all his family members, you should know that Jiang Hu is a cultivator. The life span of a cultivator is much longer than that of ordinary people. He has not yet reached a hundred years old. Why did he die at such a young age?" The big man walked across the yard in three or five steps, his eyes locked on the coffin in the center of the hall.

The fat woman followed in a hurry. After hearing this, she realized that this person might really be her brother's friend. She immediately pulled out the handkerchief from her sleeve and nodded her eyes: "It was an accident. My brother went out of the city alone for some reason. When he was found, his body was cold..."

She spoke vaguely, but the big man didn't ask any further questions. He glanced at everyone present and asked, "I remember Brother Jiang has a daughter who is about ten years old this year. Why isn't she here?"

"Xian'er is still young, and her health is not good. Now that her father passed away suddenly, the child couldn't accept it for a while, and fell ill." The fat woman explained.

A thin middle-aged man answered the phone: "Our family loves her so much, so let her rest in bed, so as not to fall in love again, alas..."

The big man touched his thick beard and said "oh", but he couldn't tell if he believed it or not.

"Poor Xian'er, my mother died a few years ago, and now my father is gone. If it weren't for the help of our relatives, this child is so weak, how would he survive..."

The fat lady sang and sighed three times, but before she finished crying, there was a dull crashing sound from the backyard.

The big man listened carefully: "What's the sound?"

The fat woman looked uncertain, forced a smile and said: "There are chickens and ducks behind..."

The big man gave her a meaningful look: "This is not something chickens and ducks can make."

As he said that, he didn't care about being a guest, so he walked towards the backyard.

The fat woman and the tall and thin man looked at each other, and hurriedly chased after them trying to stop them: "Wait!"

These two people were no match for the strong man, they were dragged into the backyard.

The big man stood still in the yard, his eyes fixed on the humble and low room in the corner.

"Boom! Boom!"

The door of the house is simple, just two narrow wooden boards, the corners of which are rounded, but there is a brand new and shiny lock hanging on it, rattling with the shaking of the door board.

"What's in here?" he asked.

"Uh..." The fat woman's eyes wandered, but she got stuck for some reason.

A young man walked out of the main room in the backyard, and stared at him in a bad tone: "What's your business? He broke into our house for nothing, and if he doesn't leave, I'm going to report to the police!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two wooden doors shook more violently, as if some wild beast was constantly crashing inside, trying to escape.

The boy gave a "tsk", looked left and right, picked up a wooden stick from the corner and walked forward, as if he wanted to use it to reinforce the wooden door.

As soon as he walked to the door, the two ancient wooden boards suddenly cracked a big crack, and the tip of the sharp knife protruded from the inside, splitting the door board to pieces.

The scattered wooden boards that had completely escaped from the door frame flew in all directions. The young man holding the wooden stick was the first to bear the brunt of being hit by the largest piece of his head, and passed out without even a groan.

"My grandson—" an old man screamed and rushed over.

The door panel fell to the ground, dust splashed everywhere, and the morning sun shone into the low and dark room, and also illuminated the slender figure standing behind the door.

Unexpectedly, it was not a beast, but a little girl about ten years old.

She was wearing filial sackcloth, and in her hand was a hatchet that was half as long as her body.

(End of this chapter)