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

After walking for half a day, An Ning realized that this group of people were really nothing.

That Linlang was a third-rank alchemist, with the cultivation level of the late stage of the transformation realm. She seemed to be the leader of this small group.

She is so adept at using He Miao that you would think she is her slave. When encountering monsters, she requires He Miao to fight to the death. When dividing resources, He Miao becomes invisible.

All the spiritual herbs picked by He Miao were given to Linlang without reservation. Linlang said that the pills she refined would be used to replenish He Miao's spiritual power, but in the end, the only few pills of good quality in the furnace were used by her to win people's hearts, and all the waste pills were given to He Miao as if they were garbage, with an alms-giving look on her face.

This group of people, who only rely on their mouths to swear and do all kinds of work, can get into trouble.

"He Miao", "He Miao, come here", "He Miao, hurry up", "He Miao, come over and help me"...

She's a good girl. Even if she's a sword practitioner, she can't be treated like that.

An Ning had seen shameless people, but she had never seen anyone so shameless.

"Giving you food is a favor. If you don't feel grateful, you should just take it for granted." She sneered, "Feeding you might as well be feeding a dog!"

"Which sect are these bastards from? They raised such an ungrateful bunch of people."

As soon as these words were spoken, the group of burdens instantly exploded. They were so angry that they wanted to draw their swords to teach An Ning a lesson. A few of them cried in grievance and Pei Shan went to ask their senior brother Pei to make the decision.

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The crisp and loud sound of slapping interrupted the crying, and several female practitioners turned around to look.

The little white snake beat up the group that tried to take action.

"This is too much!" Qingfeng exploded with a bright red mark on his left cheek.

Snapped--

The little white snake added a patch on her right cheek to make it symmetrical.

There was a flame in Qingfeng's eyes: "I'm going to kill——"

thump—

In order to prevent her from making any shocking and suicidal remarks, Feng Bu Mian knocked the young lady unconscious with a scabbard of his sword.

Shan Mianzai's eyes revealed a smile of approval.

The uproar was temporarily put on hold.

Qi Wu Yue was holding an umbrella, sitting leisurely on Ming Yu Sword, his legs crossed, his elbows resting on his thighs, the silver chain on his wrist swaying gently, his snow-white toes resting in the air. He leaned over and asked:

"She saved your life?"

He Miao stared at his face and didn't react for a moment.

Xie An Ning, who had eaten and drunk his fill, lay in the small golden cage with his legs crossed. "My brother asks you, did that girl called Lin Lang ever save your life? What does she think of you? And what do you think of her as?"

He Miao lowered her head and pinched the old sword tassel: "I just promised her."

……

That year, a fairy master who could measure spiritual root attributes came to the village.

Among all the children in the village, only two are truly qualified to practice cultivation.

The village chief’s beloved daughter, Linlang.

The little girl and He Miao that the lame fourth brother in the village picked up from the mountain.

One is as precious as pearls and jade, and the other is the crops growing in the fields.

Same person but different destinies, the moment the palm touched the spirit stone, it seemed as if they suddenly intersected.

Linlang approached her actively, wearing a beautiful dress, and spoke to her actively. She had fair skin, a sweet voice, and a natural intimacy.

It is undeniable that some people are born with the ability to quickly build close relationships with others.

She held He Miao's hand and said, "I should have met you earlier. Ah He, you are so nice." I declare that we are the best of friends.

The grasshopper you made is so cute. Can you give it to me? I will put it in my little golden box.

Her little golden box was her most precious thing. In the past, only her playmates, such as the daughter of the private school teacher in the village and the little son of the landlord, could touch it.

But now, all these playmates with some status have lost their qualifications.

The qualification to practice cultivation is a chasm. My father said that from now on they will be just like ordinary people, subject to birth, aging, sickness and death, and will not live past a hundred years old. My Linlang wants to become an immortal, so of course only those who can practice cultivation are worthy of being your friends.

He Miao doesn’t understand these.

She did not have a father who was slick and good at winning people's hearts. Her adoptive father was a dull and honest cripple, an ordinary poor carpenter.

So when he saw the grasshopper he had woven being solemnly placed into the dazzling little golden box by Linlang, He Miao felt very uneasy, pinching the corner of his clothes.

She asked cautiously, do you want to be friends with me?

Linlang reached out and hugged her openly, but she was as stiff as a wooden stake in her father's hands.

Yes, Ah He is my best friend.

Ah He, the food you cook is so delicious. Can you cook it for me in the future?

She pulled He Miao's arm and acted coquettishly.

I have fire and wood spiritual roots. The immortal master said that I will become an alchemist in the future.

When we go to Huangzhou Sect in the future, we have to take care of each other. I will give you all the pills I make. Please protect me, okay?

Friend, first friend, only friend.

……

An Ning took out some melon seeds and peanuts from her sleeve and gave a plate to Huang. The two of them showed the professionalism of spectators, eating while listening to He Miao's stories of the past.

He Miao stared at the melon seeds and peanuts in her hand: "..."

The originally sad mood felt a little bit dumb.

An Ning peeled a five-spice peanut, pinched one and put it in her mouth, then looked at Qi Wu Yue: "Brother, I found the crux of the problem."

Qi Wu Yue propped up her beautiful chin and lifted her eyelids: "Yeah."

An Ning: “No.”

This girl is totally lacking.

Qi Wu Yue: "What's missing?"

An Ning: “Lively.”

He Miao is not stupid, he just lived too lonely since childhood.

Qi Wu Yue: “Not blind.”

He Miao: ...

When people talked about me in person, I couldn’t quite understand what they were saying.

Qi Wu Yue gave her a look and said, "Go on."

What happened next——

Linlang was able to thrive in the Huangzhou Sect and even quickly changed her background. She was no longer a village girl from a remote village, but the adopted daughter of an elder of the Huangzhou Sect.

All kinds of rumors were spreading. He Miao, who had just returned from a mission, drew his sword and fought with his fellow disciples who were gossiping about it, and was also punished.

She didn't shake when the whip hit her body.

Linlang came to bring her medicine for her injuries and scolded her for acting rashly and for causing such a awkward situation with her fellow disciples. She smiled gently and generously, saying that she didn't care about the rumors and she didn't need to pay any attention to them.

The pungent-smelling medicine fell on the bloody wound. He Miao knelt on the Punishment Cliff, and his frozen long eyelashes trembled.

For the first time, He Miao realized that she had changed a lot.

She used to be the most popular person in the village. She would not listen to anything that was not pretty and sweet, and would look at anyone with cold almond-shaped eyes if they said anything bad about her.

The girl in front of me, who always has a gentle smile on her face, is a kind-hearted senior sister who is praised by everyone in the sect. She is selfless and generous and will give away the pills she refines to anyone.

Whether it is a rumor or the truth, she will always know it.

He left the elders' cave of his so-called "godfather" in a daze.

She sat on the rock outside the mountain gate and felt the cold wind for a long time.

It’s true, it’s true.

She didn't know how to describe what she saw.

Linlang's talent in alchemy was not outstanding, but she obtained those precious elixirs for refining the alchemy fire because she entrusted an elder to act as the cauldron.

……

She should always protect hers, and her cheap grasshopper was solemnly treasured in a little golden box.