Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

(Read the previous chapter first ~ make up ~)

Controlling and warding off poisonous insects is a unique tradition in southern Xinjiang.

Gu masters with Southern Xinjiang blood have a natural affinity and control over Gu worms.

Two hundred years ago, Southern Xinjiang was notorious...well, it has always been notorious.

There are two factions within southern Xinjiang, one radical and the other conservative.

The radicals advocate feeding the Gu worms with the flesh and blood of living people, as the resulting Gu worms will be more powerful.

They captured many monks and even tried to keep them in captivity.

Conservatives insist... Mining, mining...

They used the captured monks as slaves, exploited their labor, and beat them with small whips, just like black-hearted mine owners who forced the captured slaves to dig...

Mine! Sell for money! Mine! Sell for money!

Dig for spiritual veins! No need to sell! Small amount of money!

Rather than pursuing the supreme realm of raising Gu, they are more obsessed with earning spirit stones. No, they are more obsessed with exploiting others to dig spirit stones and counting them happily.

The population in southern Xinjiang is sparse, so they arrest people from outside on a large scale.

Radicals and conservatives are catching on.

If you are caught by the former, your body will be completely destroyed; if you are caught by the latter, although it will be miserable, at least you will have food to eat and will be alive.

That period of time was a nightmare for the righteous monks, because they didn't know whether they would face man-eating poisonous insects or a dark mine when they opened their eyes.

Later, there was a major reshuffle within southern Xinjiang, most of the radicals were suppressed and the conservatives were forced to "turn over a new leaf."

Conservatives: Sorry, we will never be the evil mine owners again!

They will honestly pay the spirit stones and rent monks from outside to mine!

Mining monk: That’s not impossible.

Who makes them rich and give more?

During that time, there was a saying that if you want to get rich quickly, go mining in southern Xinjiang!

After three years of mining in southern Xinjiang, he bought a courtyard in Zhongzhou!

There are even many foreign monks who directly married and had children in southern Xinjiang and successfully settled down.

It is difficult for people who are not of Southern Xinjiang bloodline to master the art of controlling poison.

So there was a ungrateful male cultivator who deceived a mixed-race Gu girl in southern Xinjiang. He secretly used sorcery to kill people in southern Xinjiang and exchanged their blood, thus gaining a mixed-race bloodline for himself.

Q: Why not a pure blood?

Answer: Rare and invincible.

It is already amazing for a mixed-race person to inherit one-tenth of the bloodline through intermarriage.

In order to make his bloodline more pure, the ungrateful wolf not only learned the blood exchange technique in Yinhe Road, but also secretly learned the secret method - blood refining.

Throw a living person into the furnace to refine the 1 or 2 percent of blood essence.

To sum up, the love-brained hybrid girl from southern Xinjiang was not the ungrateful man’s first Taoist partner.

It is obvious that Yinhedao is also a victim.

All the secret techniques were stolen by my own love-brain and given to that ungrateful man!

However, when it comes to witchcraft, those with talent don't need to be taught, and those without talent will just mess around.

In a word, it's the difference between God giving you a job and God taking it away.

Although the love-brained mixed-blood girl wanted to teach the ungrateful guy, he had no talent and could not be taught no matter how hard she tried.

The ungrateful man suddenly thought of killing people for blood.

The love-brained hybrid Gu girl had a good background and a good father, although he eventually made her so angry that she vomited blood and died.

In short, she founded a Gu insect school and recruited some half-bloods with ordinary backgrounds. She carefully selected some of those who had no parents and weak social connections, and arranged for them to either leave southern Xinjiang or fake their deaths.

The love-brained man gave these carefully selected hybrids to the ungrateful wolf for blood refining and blood transfusion.

While her deceived compatriot was struggling, groaning and wailing in the furnace, she lay in her lover's arms with a sweet look on her face, looking like a little girl.

Her love for the ungrateful man was so deep that she was willing to sacrifice the names of her clan members. It was obvious that her father was really angered to death by her.

The ungrateful man's greed for strength made his appetite grow bigger and bigger. These few unlucky guys who were "caught in the net" and required a lot of effort to investigate were no longer enough to satisfy his thirst for the power of the Southern Xinjiang bloodline.

He wants the love-brained hybrid to find a way to trick more hybrids into coming to him, otherwise his body and soul will soon belong to another woman, the love-brained one in Yinhedao.

The ungrateful wolf shook the love-brained hybrid excitedly with both hands, leaving an afterimage of her frail body, and asked at the top of his lungs, "Quick! I want you to prove it to me! Who is the woman who loves me the most? Who is the one who truly loves me with all her heart?"

After saying this, he held the love-brained girl's head in his hands and slammed her mouth hard with a cold and affectionate look on his face.

The love-brained hybrid was so excited that his hands were shaking: "Ah Lang! It's me! It's me! I'm the one who loves you the most!"

"Alang!"

"Yunyun!"

After several calls echoed each other from afar.

The ungrateful wolf said in a deep and slow voice: "Yunyun, I love you so much that I left her and everything behind to be your son-in-law willingly."

He Yunyun was so moved that she burst into tears and hugged Zhang Yilang tightly: "I knew it, I knew it, you loved me the most, it was that vicious woman who forced you."

He Yunyun cried for three hours for their beautiful love. After she came to her senses, she said softly, "Ah Lang, don't worry, I will definitely help you wholeheartedly."

"Okay, Yunyun, helping me is helping you."

"But Alang, we can't take too many risks. If we are discovered, we will be in trouble. I have a great idea."

Although He Yunyun is love-minded, she is cautious in doing things.

After all, she still wanted to grow old together with her lover, so naturally she didn't dare to take risks, and she was even more afraid that the matter would be exposed.

She imprisoned the hybrids she kidnapped and brainwashed them. If brainwashing failed, she would simply use poisonous insects to control their minds.

She used the mixed-blood Gu women as breeding machines, and captured a group of wandering cultivators, mixing blood with blood, and mixing blood gave birth to mixed blood.

All the babies born, regardless of whether they were dead or alive, were thrown into her lover's furnace to be refined.

Three years later.

“Dig, dig, dig!”

“Mining, mining, mining!”

A group of miners shouting slogans accidentally dug into the dungeon of He Yunyun's house.

Looking at those numb-faced, half-dressed men and women, and the monks who only wanted to make money from mining: "!!!"

Oh my god! There are people trafficking here!

Something happened.

He Yunyun packed up her bedding and belongings and was ready to run away with her cockroach, no, lover Zhang.

She ran into her father who was blocking the door of her house.

Zhang Yilang's eyes turned fierce, and he was about to take the initiative, but his mother-in-law got there first.

The filial daughter knelt down, kowtowed and clapped her hands three times.

Their beautiful and moving love moved their father.

He fell to the ground, spitting blood.

I was so moved.

Zhang Yilang's gaze stayed on the blood spat out by his father-in-law, and he was inwardly amazed at the rich blood power.

He spoke excitedly, looking at his father-in-law's body with a fiery gaze, his eyes revealed a determination to get it: "Yunyun."

He Yunyun wiped away a tear she had just shed for her father, and immediately realized what was going on when she saw her husband's expression: "Yes, Alang, my father is also a pure-blooded Gu Master from Southern Xinjiang."

"My father-in-law has the pure blood of a Southern Border Gu Master. If he leaves it here, wouldn't it be a waste?"

"Ah Lang, Dad must be willing to help us. Perhaps this is the last gift he left for us. Ah Lang, please absorb it quickly. Don't waste Dad's kindness."

"Don't worry, Yunyun, I will not let my father-in-law have any regrets."

Zhang Yilang drained all his father-in-law's blood and fled with his wife overnight. They left southern Xinjiang and hid all the way to Qishan, where they settled down, had children and grew up.

They tried hard to give birth to and give birth to, and give birth to and give birth to, and give birth to and give birth to.

A few years later, a small group of Gu Masters began to roam the world of immortal cultivation. They called themselves "Qishan Gu Masters".

——The above content is from "The Origin of the Qishan Gu Master Lineage"

Therefore, the Qianhui mentioned by Ye Qiuling should come from the Qishan lineage.

I just don’t know how old she is as the granddaughter of those two crazy grandparents.

After Qi Wu Yue came out of seclusion, he also heard about the story of how Zhang Yilang and He Yunyun, the two great men and women, made their fortunes, which was well-known to him.

Killing, refining blood, confinement, and patricide.

Each of these items alone would be enough for Qi Wu Yue to go to Qishan and kill this couple two hundred times.

Nangong Ling shook her head, which was rare. "Emperor, keeping them will be of great use."

At that time, there had just been a major reshuffle in southern Xinjiang.

The radicals were badly wounded, their every move was constrained by legal prohibitions, and they could no longer make any waves.

The conservatives who are only concerned about mining no longer want to capture labor from all over the world.

They work as law-abiding mine owners, paying salaries on time, giving out bonuses from time to time as incentives, and giving out spiritual plants as small gifts before and after the New Year and holidays.

In summer, boil elixir soup to relieve heat and detoxify, and in winter, prepare leather protective gear and hand-warming fire stones.

You won't find any mine owners more humane than them. The treatment they receive is far better than that of those in the West Cave. After all, the people in the West Cave are struggling to survive, unlike them who can just lie down and relax.

Even so, people still put all kinds of blame on me every day.

A certain leader died, and a gecko was found at the head of his bed.

This must be a poisonous insect! It must have been done by Nanjiang!

The gecko that was catching a mosquito to eat suddenly ran away.

A certain person was murdered, and a bug was found in his rice bowl.

Gu worm! It must be Nanjiang who harmed people again!

The cabbage worm probably never thought that it would have such an honor until its death.

A certain righteous genius died young, and his mother found a small pink lump on the back of his neck. It was hard to the touch, and the more she pinched it, the bigger it got!

It must be a poisonous insect bite!

Nanjiang must be jealous of our righteous sect for having such a talented young man, and they are plotting against us in secret, hoping to make our generation lack successors. Their intentions are despicable, vicious, really vicious!

Even a mosquito bite can be turned into something related to southern Xinjiang.

What sharp eyes! Dig them out and feed them to the dog.

At that time, when a righteous monk walked on the spacious streets of Zhongzhou, he would turn pale when he saw an ant under his feet, and he would be on level one alert and shout "Run, the southern border has released poisonous insects again."

Yes, it's that outrageous.

Moreover, they all believed it firmly.

It must have been done by Nanjiang. Everyone knows that they kill people like crazy, so killing a few people is easy for them.

Shit pots are flying everywhere and false accusations are coming out of people's mouths.

Something ugly has happened to the righteous immortal sect, and they want to save face?

Looking for a potholder?

It must be Southern Xinjiang, the best choice.

After all, which victim would dare to question Southern Xinjiang?

It's really an excellent scapegoat.

Passing the buck, all kinds of blame.

The situation escalated to the point where a certain sect annexed a rival clan and wiped out the entire clan. In order to preserve its own reputation, the next day it decisively spread the news that the rival clan had some grudge or feud with Southern Xinjiang.

Even the most trivial things can be dug up.

If there is really nothing left to dig, then -

His three-year-old son once slandered the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang behind his back!

This must be a revengeful act by Southern Xinjiang. They are so vindictive that they don't even spare children. It's hateful, so hateful!

Nanjiang: I suddenly want to release those radical mad dogs among me and kill them.

If it were in the past, when the radicals were still out there biting people, the things they did were excessive and outrageous, but they couldn't tell the truth from the false, so they just had to accept it with a pinch of their nose. After all, too much debt doesn't worry you, and too many lice don't itch.

But now, the radicals are tied up and can't go anywhere.

These conservatives are usually keen on digging their own mines. They never leave the house and still get blamed for everything.

This stigma is too unfair.

Nangong Ling finally understood that as long as the person who killed someone was a Gu Master, no matter if he was from Nanjiang or not, he would be nailed to death in the end and it would be considered that it was done by Nanjiang.

How could all the Gu Masters be in Southern Xinjiang? There are quite a few independent practitioners who live in seclusion, and some are even self-taught.

Find them all and kill them? That's unrealistic.

Anyone who was not killed by the Gu Master would be blamed on them, let alone the Gu Master.

There are only people who thieves all day long, but no one who guards against thieves all day long.

Slander your mouth.

The credibility score is too low, and no one listens to my refutation of rumors.

All the mouths of gold, accumulating and destroying bones.

Nangong Ling: "We can't let them just pass the buck like this!"

Qi Wu Yue: "What do you want to do?"

Nangong Ling suddenly had an idea: "Let's do it too."

Keep that crazy couple so that they can pass the blame on others.

"They want to promote their own brand and increase the popularity of Qishan, so let's give them a hand."

These adulterers are more useful alive than dead.

Then die later.

By keeping Qishan and establishing a well-known brand, southern Xinjiang will not have to take the blame for any trouble in the future.

The following scene follows:

Righteous Monk: Ahhh, you guys in Southern Xinjiang are doing evil and killing people. Look at these, these are all traces of witchcraft!

Nanjiang: Get lost! We won’t go out! Those bastards from Qishan did it.

Righteous monk: An extremely terrible incident of poisonous insects eating people has occurred in xx city. Maybe it was done by Nanjiang.

Southern Xinjiang: Throw out an alibi x100 and throw dirty water on Qishan.

Qishan did it! Qishan did it! Qishan did it!

No matter whether it’s real or fake, all the blame will be put on those guys in Qishan.

All the babbling children in southern Xinjiang would shout: There is no rain in southern Xinjiang!

Qishan Gu Master did it!

The Qishan Gu Masters are very active, very idle, and have nothing to do!

They traveled all over Zhongzhou, committing crimes.

They are everywhere, sucking blood from people they see, and even poultry is not spared!

A farmer and villager tearfully accused: Last month, my newly hatched chicks were brutally killed by a Qishan Gu Master.

That's for making soup for my mother!

It was so tender that I couldn't bear to eat it. It was eaten up by their poisonous insects overnight!

God have mercy on him, he is so cruel.

People in southern Xinjiang only cause trouble for powerful and influential families.

It’s different in Qishan. They don’t even let ordinary people go, and leave no chickens, ducks, cats or dogs behind wherever they go.

Who knows how much of the people's money those big clans have embezzled in private? People went to southern Xinjiang to get rid of this harm to the people.