novelapdf Chapter 13 Interesting Anecdotes in the Mountains
Chapter 13 Interesting Anecdotes in the Mountains
Upon hearing this, Song Quyou was not angry; he merely glanced at the brat indifferently.
This seemingly ordinary glance contained a hint of murderous intent. The young rascal instantly felt a chill run down his spine, as if that sharp gaze could slice him into mincemeat. His cursing immediately subsided, and he involuntarily took two steps back.
The lark wasn't so good-natured; after all, it pecked Song Quyou twice as soon as they met.
Hearing the brat's curses, he puffed out his feathers and retorted, "What a filthy scoundrel! You were so humble just now, and now you're so arrogant. Besides, we didn't ask you to come with us. You just insisted on coming along."
"Oh dear!" The little brat was embarrassed by Yun Que's scolding, but he didn't dare to actually lay a hand on Song Quyou, so he could only stubbornly argue his way out of it.
"My brothel is open for business, and you come in to browse but don't buy anything. What else is that but making fun of me?"
"We're open for business, why can't we see the premises? Who gave this order?"
The little devil was speechless after being rebuked. He clapped his hands angrily, and four bear-like ghost soldiers walked over, wearing armor and holding swords, and stood behind him.
The little devil instantly gained confidence and pointed at Song Quyou and Yun Que, saying, "These two are here to cause trouble."
The lark instantly bristled, "You filthy thing, you call for help when you're being unreasonable, huh?"
The young punk, arms crossed and legs swinging, arrogantly declared, "So what if it is?"
Song Quyou, of course, could not let Yun Que be bullied. He activated his sword technique, and his whole body was filled with sword energy. He sent the four ghost soldiers who surrounded him flying several feet away. After landing, they turned into black smoke, leaving behind a pile of broken armor.
As the sword energy dissipated, an empty space appeared around Song Quyou. It turned out that the tables, chairs, and trays beside him were all transformed from wandering spirits. Disturbed by the sword energy, they reverted to their original forms and hid to the side.
"What, you brat, trying to bully others just because you're powerful?"
The little green-skinned demon's expression changed instantly. He knelt on the ground, trembling, leaving behind a patch of foul-smelling, bluish-green demon urine.
At this moment, a soft and charming voice came: "Young Taoist priest, it was my Ecstasy Pavilion that was in the wrong this time. I hope you will be lenient."
As the sound faded, fireflies appeared. A slender, fair-skinned, alluring ghost princess, holding a pipe in one hand and with narrow shoulders and a cinched waist, materialized out of thin air in the hall.
"And who are you?"
"I am the manager of this Ecstasy Pavilion. The little devil in the shop offended the young Taoist priest, so I came here to avenge him."
"Shopkeeper, spare me! Spare me!"
The little devil, tears streaming down his face, knelt on the ground, his bald head banging loudly.
Song Quyou frowned, wondering what the ghost princess was up to.
The ghost princess took a puff of her pipe, turned her head, pouted her red lips, and exhaled black smoke at the little devil.
The little demon was terrified and let out a chilling scream after touching the smoke.
For a moment, the tables, chairs, murals, and chandeliers in the hall all trembled. The spirits who were engrossed in their gambling also forgot to open the betting and stared at the scene in fear.
As the smoke dissipated, the green-skinned imp knelt stiffly on the ground, motionless. The ghost princess clapped her hands lightly, and a ghost soldier carrying a tray came to Song Quyou's side.
The stiff, motionless little devil was turned to ashes by the wind stirred up by the approaching ghost soldiers.
The broom and dustpan, hidden in a dark corner, came running quickly, diligently sweeping away the dust on the ground. Obsessed with the ghost princess's naked, fair, and delicate feet, they lingered, looking back every few steps, before returning to the corner.
"To express our apology, we will give the young Taoist priest all the wealth that this brat has accumulated over the years as an apology."
After speaking, the woman transformed into countless fireflies and disappeared.
The ghost soldiers summoned wandering spirits, who transformed back into tables and chairs. After placing the tray on the table, they bowed and withdrew.
Song Quyou looked at the items on the table: a blue jade pendant engraved with various fierce ghosts, and a small packet of amber-colored pills.
Knowing he couldn't stay there any longer, Song Quyou initially intended to ignore the items on the table, but couldn't resist his curiosity and put them away before leaving the Enchanting Pavilion.
Passing through the ghostly smoke and crossing the stone bridge, one sees the local deity reclining on a deck chair, leisurely gazing at the moonless sky.
"Lord Earl".
Upon hearing the call, the land deity saw that it was Song Quyou, jumped up, and the reclining chair behind him transformed back into the wooden cane in his hand.
"The young Taoist priest came out so quickly."
"Something happened inside, so I came out early."
Song Quyou took out an amber-colored pill, placed it in his palm, and offered it to the Earth God, saying:
"Lord, do you recognize this?"
The land is full of wrinkles, like a listless eyelid, blinking weakly.
"This item is a longevity pill, and it's also the currency here."
"So this is the Longevity Pill. But, sir, besides its use in exchanges, does this pill have any other purpose?"
The Earth God stroked his beard and said, "Ordinary people with good health can increase their lifespan by up to ten years if they eat it. Although cultivators can also increase their lifespan by eating it, the longevity pill can only increase their lifespan by one day per year. Although it can only increase their lifespan by ten years, they are generally reluctant to eat it and would rather exchange it for some spiritual items to improve their cultivation."
"I see. I have no use for this longevity pill, so I will leave it to you, Lord Lord. Please use your magic to send us back."
"No problem, no problem."
The land opened its sleeve, and a wisp of smoke drifted out, making Song Quyou feel that his surroundings were blurred. When he came to, he was already beside the extinguished campfire in the mountains and forests.
Song Quyou looked up at the pale sky, bowed to the pile of withered leaves not far away, and then set off on his way home through the morning mist and frost.
Not far away, the lark that had entered the Emerald Pine Heaven whispered in Song Quyou's ear that the celestial book had gained an additional technique.
Song Quyou's eyes lit up, but he resisted the urge to immediately enter the teapot. He walked for dozens of miles and left the mountain area before taking out the broken teapot and going inside.
Beneath the verdant ancient pines, Song Quyou gazed with delight at the additional gold ink cloud seal script on the tattered scroll of the "Heavenly Book".
False Form: It can change the shape of a body, making it large or small. When practiced to a high level, it can even transform into all things in the world.
Song Quyou carefully studied the art of disguise and understood its wonderful uses.
The change in form and size depends on the practitioner's spiritual cultivation. The subsequent transformation of all things requires the practitioner to have a certain understanding of the essence of the object in their mind. In other words, whatever the object is in one's mind will determine what it will become.
Song Quyou closed the "Heavenly Book," shut his eyes, and activated his magic. A wisp of green smoke enveloped Song Quyou tightly.
When the smoke dissipated, Song Quyou, who was originally eight feet tall, had shrunk to five feet.
Yun Que, standing to the side, tilted her head and stared at Song Quyou, saying, "It's because your cultivation is too short. This Disguise Technique can only make you shrink by three feet."
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Inside the Enchanting Pavilion, Ghost Princess sat gracefully beside a bronze mirror, slowly combing her jet-black hair and choosing her favorite headdress.
"You're still so vain."
Ghost Princess pouted in dissatisfaction and slammed the gold hairpin in her hand heavily onto the dressing table.
"If women don't love beauty, do you expect them to be like you, spending all their time killing people, ghosts, and demons?"
"How's the matter I asked you to do?"
The Ghost Princess stared at the blurry plum blossoms in the bronze mirror, her fingers twirling incessantly in her hair, her eyes darting around without uttering a word.
"Tell me what you want, and I'll get it for you."
The ghost princess approached the bronze mirror coyly and said in a sweet voice, "I want the red plum fragrance you made."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bronze mirror rippled with waves, and a delicate jade box was thrown out.
The ghost princess looked delighted, quickly picked it up, opened it, smelled it, and closed the lid with satisfaction.
"How did things go?"
"I went to great lengths to help you accomplish this without anyone noticing."
The demon princess complained.
Suddenly, another jade box was thrown out of the bronze mirror.
The Ghost Princess was overjoyed and readily said, "With a little trick, I aroused the greed of a little ghost in the shop, causing a conflict. Without making a sound, I handed the jade pendant over to the little Taoist priest as the little ghost's possession."
"besides……"
Before the Demon Princess could finish speaking, the mirror had already transformed back into the Demon Princess's appearance.
"Heartless! He's used me up and then ignores me."