Not a Witch

"Actually, I knew about Qingling's relationship with that boy at that time." Granny Ge Luo slowly talked about the past.

"The boy was also eighteen or nineteen years old at the time. When he was young, he grew up on the border of the dynasty. Later, as he grew up, some of the characteristics of the Chi family appeared, such as the skin color was very white, slightly blue, and the pupils were good-looking. It's black, but it's actually a precipitated deep blue."

"Because of the different appearance, he felt uncomfortable living outside, so he moved from the border town to this valley in the evening mountains."

"Compared to those children from ordinary families, he has studied in the outside world and knows a lot. He quickly attracted Qingling's attention and admiration. And Qingling was also good-looking, and the following things will be logical." Granny Glo narrated.

"The girl who was studying with me at that time was actually not only Qingling, but also two other girls, so I didn't stop or care about Qingling's love affair at that time, and let her develop freely."

"It just slowly changed a little bit later."

"After Qingling got married, another girl became interested and went to the outside world. The only remaining girl also died in an accident."

"From then on, I will support this shrine alone."

"I originally wanted to train a few more children to be successors, but unfortunately, the world has changed a few years ago. Even I had to re-explore myself, and now I can return to the fifth level. Not to mention teaching others So this matter has been put on hold.”

Although Grandma Gro said it was plain, Lorraine Hill admired her calm and indifferent attitude.

Before the changes in the world, Granny Ge Luo was a powerful witch in Dragon Sequence 8, but now she has slipped to the fifth level, and the gap is so big that it is conceivable that ordinary people can't accept it.

At this time, Lorraine Hill suddenly became curious about the follow-up of that period of changes in the world.

"Why did those immortals who used to be ranked ninth rank fail to return to the peak of their strength in the new era, and even their progress was not as good as some young people."

"Hehe, this." Granny Ge Luo explained with a smile.

"Because everyone's habits can't be changed."

"A lot of knowledge and ways of thinking have been deeply embedded in my mind, such as your handwriting when you write, the way you speak, and even your personality."

"These things that used to be an advantage hinder you from learning new things. Because in the old cognition, the current cultivation method will definitely go crazy, it is wrong, and it will be irreversible."

"And even if you gradually recognize such a change later, the reality has changed, but this habitual thinking and reaction is difficult to correct. It needs to be corrected all the time, and it will go astray if you don't check it for a while."

"So, our generation will gradually fall behind the times." Granny Ge Luo replied slowly.

"And the most advantageous are those young people, especially those who have reached the fifth or sixth level at a young age."

"They already have a good understanding of the practice of extraordinary power, and what they have learned in the past is not long, and they have not formed a fixed mindset, and it is easy to change their minds."

"Although I haven't been to the outside world for a long time, but based on some information, I can roughly infer that most of the seventh-level geniuses who come to the door today are from such backgrounds. They have reached the fifth or sixth level at a very young age, and practice again. It's picking up speed very quickly."

"Moreover, young people are flexible in mind, unconstrained, and more daring in their innovations. This is probably the reason why they quickly emerged." Granny Glo patiently explained the current world situation to Lorraine Hill.

In this way, the two talked softly in the quiet shrine until the sunset in the distance completely set, and the two birds on the eaves of the shrine sang.

Jiujiu - (when to cook)

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The next day, in the morning.

Lorraine Hill came to the top of the valley again, but today, not only the little girl from yesterday, but also a woman in her 30s were waiting for her here.

The woman wrapped her head in a black turban, but her face can still be seen to be somewhat similar to that of a little girl. The two should be a mother-daughter relationship.

"I'm sorry, Caiwei disturbed Master Jialan yesterday." The woman first took the little girl's hand and bowed to the girl.

"My lord, please don't pay attention to what Caiwei said, many of them are guesses at random." The woman was a little uneasy, and then she pulled her daughter beside her to salute Lorraine Hill.

"It doesn't matter." The girl shook her head, so the girl from yesterday was called Caiwei.Then she focused her gaze on the woman.

Although she was dressed in black linen all over her body, her handsome face still retained some beauty. She was probably one of the beauties in the town and village when she was young.

"It's you, do you want to go to the shrine to meet Grandma Ge Luo?"

"I..." She hesitated for a while, and finally nodded slowly.

"That's good, come with me." After speaking, Lorraine Hill waved his sleeves, and the black coat slipped a little, revealing the white cuffs and whiter wrists, and the breeze enveloped the three , forming a sphere, and then falling into the valley below.

Coming to the steps in front of the shrine again, the woman's eyes seemed to be full of nostalgia and sentimentality, and she walked forward slowly with Lorraine Hill.

Wet rain and dew remained on the bluestone steps, and there were moss and small flowers in the corners and crevices. The woman lifted the clothes beside her and moved forward gradually. Everything in front of her seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago.

At that time, she was still an apprentice priestess in the shrine, and together with two peers, she received the teachings of Granny Gero and lived a carefree life.

I don't want to, 15 years have passed like a snap of the fingers, and everything has changed.

Chi Ling left without saying goodbye, Xue Ling fell into the dark abyss and died. Among the three of them, he was the only one who still lived in this deep valley, and he hadn't met directly with the mother-in-law who taught him for more than ten years.

Chapter 70 Cold Sword in White

In the shrine, a woman named Qingling talked with Grandma Ge Luo about the old days, while Lorraine Hill brought Caiwei to the yard beside her.

"Is this where Sister Jialan lives?" Caiwei walked around in a strange way, looking at the things in the yard.

"It's actually nothing special." Lorraine Hill greeted Caiwei to sit down, and then took out a wooden box from the house, which contained a lot of roasted pine nuts. After opening, a burst of fragrance overflowed.

"Eat something, it may be rare here." Lorraine Hill placed it in front of Caiwei.

"Thank you." Caiwei replied happily.

Tweet -

Just when Caiwei picked up the pine nuts and was about to peel them off to eat, a bird with light yellow feathers flew down from the wooden stand and landed on the table, and then knocked on the box with its beak, as if it was looking at the girl. hint.

"Do you want me to peel it for you to eat?" Caiwei looked at the bird squatting on the table that was slightly taller than herself, and asked guessingly.

"Jiujiu—" (You know it well)

Dai Ju gave a call of approval, and when he was about to signal to call again, a hand stretched out from behind it, penetrated into the fluffy feathers, and strangled the neck of that fate directly.

"Choo-goo." Seeing that the little guy was still struggling, Lorraine Hill knocked on the head again, hugged it off the table, and put it on his lap.

"Just eat it yourself, don't worry about this guy." Lorraine Hill pinched Dai Ju's beak with a smile, and said to Caiwei.

"Okay, Sister Jialan." Caiwei lowered her head, refraining from looking at the cute fat bird, and then silently ate the pine nuts.

At noon, Caiwei's mother, Qing Ling, and Granny Ge Luo finished talking about the old days at the shrine. The two went to the backyard together and started making dumplings. It was a small celebration.

Afterwards, Lorraine Hill and Caiwei were called to eat together, along with two birds.

During the happy period, Lorraine Hill also saw a rare smile on Granny Gro's face.

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The border of the mountains at dusk.

In the wilderness, a group of ghosts turned from corpses are running.

whirring whirring—

These evil spirits, like human figures without skin, covered in blood-red muscles, run across the wilderness, with bloodthirsty and crazy colors shining in their pupils.

There are about a hundred of them. They landed on all fours, chasing the three high-speed carriages in front of them, and spit out bursts of hot air continuously, which is very frightening.

"Uncle Qi, what should we do? They are about to catch up." On the carriage, a young man in his twenties looked anxiously at the evil spirit who was about to touch the strings behind him.

"Throw everything on the cart, how long can it be dragged?" The man driving in front replied calmly, while the long whip in his hand fell on the horse anxiously, hoping that it could run faster.

The rapidly rotating wheels kept bumping on the gravel and soil roads, and the car body also shook constantly. After a long time like this, it would naturally damage the car body, and it might fall apart at any time.

But at this moment, the two of them didn't care so much anymore, it would be good to save their lives at this moment.

The young man glanced at the goods on the car, his eyes hurt extremely, but he had to pick up one of the bags, and smashed it hard to the rear, temporarily blocking the nearest evil spirit.

But after this evil spirit was blocked, several other evil spirits rushed up like bloodthirsty hyenas.The rapidly moving flesh and blood squeezed together, swarming and dense.The legs swung quickly, forming afterimages, while the body part had its head draped over its back, with a bloody mouth open, and long fangs in the stinky, blood-red mouth.

Seeing that these vicious monsters were approaching again, the young man in the car threw the goods again. Heavy sacks rolled down from the car one by one, forming a short-term obstacle to delay the attack of these evil spirits.

But the last wolf stopped and the front wolf came again. After a long time, all the goods on the carriage were thrown away, and these evil spirits were still chasing.

The three carriages on the wilderness originally belonged to a team of small merchants.They followed the usual path to the Yougui clan, bought and sold some goods, and earned some price difference. They didn't want to encounter such a large group of demon-like existences on the way back today.

The wheels turned faster and faster, and the wooden nails in them began to loosen under the high-speed vibration, and after losing the cargo ballast, these carriages were also a little erratic while running.

Finally, when turning a certain turn, the wheels of a carriage in front crushed a piece of gravel, jumped up high, and then fell sideways to the ground.The horse pulling the cart in front was also forcibly pulled sideways, and fell over on the gravel ground, with long bloodstains drawn on its body.

Seeing the carriage in front of him overturned, the two carriages behind also turned quickly, narrowly avoiding it, and continued to run forward.

"Help me!" A few people climbed out of the overturned carriage, and when they saw the two carriages going away, they shouted in despair, and then they were overwhelmed by the bloodthirsty ghost.

Looking at the bloody scene behind, the guy in the car couldn't bear it, but there was nothing he could do at the moment, he could only turn around and pray that he could go back safely this time.

After the sacrifice of a carriage, the evil spirits behind them were finally thrown away by a long distance, and the people on the two carriages finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"We managed to survive this time, but when we go back, we will erect a monument for Uncle Huang and take care of their families." The man driving said to the young man behind him.And Uncle Huang is the one whose carriage turned over just now.

"I understand, Seventh Uncle." The young man replied in a deep voice.

"It's good to understand. It's not easy to go out. We are lucky this time. If we are the ones who have an accident next time, then we will have to rely on other business partners to take care of it."

The two continued to talk, and the seventh uncle seemed to be teaching the young man the rules and traditions of the caravan.And just as the two of them gradually relaxed their vigilance, the figures of the group of evil spirits appeared on the road behind, rushing rapidly along the smell and traces left by the carriage.

"How is it possible?" At this moment, even the seventh uncle changed color a little.Quickly urged the carriage again, speeded up, and rushed forward.

There was another chase in the wilderness, and this time as they ran, the faces of the people in the car became worse and worse, and their expressions became more and more desperate.

The horses used to pull carts for merchants are not considered good horses. After running at such a high speed for so long, they are already reaching their limit. Mo Maer gradually slowed down.They really did their best.

Seeing this, the seventh uncle also showed a sad expression, and stopped waving his horsewhip.

"Good nephew, take out the knife, we are here today." There was a bit of regret in his voice, and he sat on the usual seat of the horse.

"Uncle..." The young man looked at the desperate Seventh Uncle in front of him, and wanted to say something, but in the end he was only at a loss and puzzled.

However, just as the people in the two carriages fell into despair, several standing figures suddenly appeared on the road ahead.

"White knife!" The boy suddenly shouted.

"What?" Uncle Qi in front also woke up, and then saw the group of people in white clothes with long knives around their belts.

This group of people has fair skin, blue pupils, black hair and cold faces. They are the patrol team on the border that specializes in killing ghostly monsters.

Seeing a large group of evil spirits approaching behind a carriage, the small team of seven immediately woke up and put their hands on the handle of the knife beside them.After the carriage rushed past, they immediately moved a few steps sideways, blocking the middle of the road.

Facing these white-clothed men blocking the way, the running ghosts swarmed up with a bloody wind and rushed towards them, their long fangs emitting a human-thirsty cold light.

It was too late to say it, but when these evil spirits rushed, they pulled out one after another of the sharp cold knives from their sheaths, and slashed them with their hands. The glamorous arc of light like a new moon flashed away, directly killing these evil spirits. The monsters cut into pieces of flesh and blood, sprinkled from the air.

A thin strip of white cloth was wrapped around the handle to prevent slippery hands, and traces of blood rolled down from the sharp long knife and dripped on the edge of the road.

But this group of evil spirits still kept on swarming forward one after another, trying to bite and devour these living creatures.Rather than saying that they are brave and fearless, it is actually more appropriate to describe this group of evil spirits as crazy and irrational.

Just like that, cold crescent moons flashed across the wilderness, and these white-clothed, half-human, half-ghost patrols fought with these evil spirits.