Quick Transmigration: Always Just a Passerby

Chapter 478 Little Chicken Cultivating Immortality 4

It's incredibly lucky for a member of the family to be able to work at a sect.

Right.

There are many people with spiritual roots in Guihua Village.

There will also be immortal masters and immortal teachers who come to recruit workers regularly.

"They're clearly recruiting students, okay?"

Tongzi retorted somewhat unconfidently.

This world of cultivation is really strange.

Perhaps it's true that different environments nurture different types of cultivators; looking around, Tongzi felt that everyone was lying very flat.

All the sects, large and small, were in a state of near-death.

Ordinary people just have kids casually and live their lives casually.

I feel like life is getting harder.

If you offer a small token of respect and apply, you can be transferred to another sect's territory.

However, most people wouldn't do that.

Xiao Yi's live stream all day was ahead of the competition.

Jiang Jidan said that he would go his own way and was not curious about anything outside of Guihua Village for the time being.

"Tongzi, look, my Xiao Yi has already started talking to Hua Yuanqin."

We're still using the old method.

You accidentally step on someone's foot and apologize, then you treat them to a meal, and after the meal, you feel like old friends again.

When asked again, everyone said they had to go to Qingtian Sect.

Since we're on the same path, let's walk together.

There aren't that many treacherous people in this world, so Hua Yuanqin readily accepted the invitation from the generous young friend Yi.

Within a few days.

The two appeared at the door of Village Chief Hua's house in Guihua Village.

There was no deliberately created ethereal atmosphere.

Hua Yuanqin had an honest, capable, and simple appearance.

It walks with a powerful and imposing gait, somewhat like a bully goose from a village.

She was wearing a short-sleeved cloth jacket, which was probably introduced by time travelers sometime in the past.

Carry a modified version of an ancient backpack.

The bulging contents inside were local specialties brought to Village Chief Hua – abandoned soil from Qingtianzong.

This soil is wasteland to the meticulous Qingtian.

Ordinary people, however, think it's even fatter than excrement.

Behind Hua Yuan is Yi Xiaoyou, who seems incompetent but is actually capable of anything, and can even double-cross robbers.

The villagers of Guihua Village lagged far behind the two of them.

I was too embarrassed to go up and bother them, but I didn't want to miss out on this rare opportunity.

Ginger and eggs also didn't miss out on this novelty.

Standing on the wall of the Hua family's courtyard, it listened to the praise from a distant relative. Feeling pleased, it gave the relative a large spider that had secretly learned its Moon Worship Technique.

I don't know if this spider can be considered a spirit insect.

Following Hua Yuanqin to the sect's land to eat insects was a way of making his hard work of stealing knowledge from wild boars worthwhile.

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Hua Yuanqin, of course, did not see this "surprise" at this time.

She genuinely thought this chicken was divine.

At least among the many ordinary chickens, this chicken stood out exceptionally.

The system of the Moon Worship Technique is quite different from the cultivation methods of immortality.

Hua Yuanqin didn't notice anything different about the chickens and dogs in the village.

At most, it's just that their eyes look a little strange.

Hua Yuanqin guessed that they must have been attracted by the soil in the backpack.

Actually, the chicken and dog were discussing something.

They can beat up several distant relatives of the Chinese in one go.

Ugh.

Since they had no rivals in Guihua Village, they had no choice but to fight each other every day, leaving all the old chickens, ducks, and dogs in the village bald.

Ginger and egg white cleared his loud, hoarse voice.

He urged his younger brothers to go back to their own homes and find their own mothers.

Upon hearing this, the henchmen dispersed, but instead of going home, they acted like plainclothes police officers.

Pretending to fight, pretending to eat grass, pretending to look for bugs...

Looks quite busy.

They're actually just biting at the air.

They ignored the ginger and eggs.

He jumped off the wall and strode into the yard, closing the distance between himself and Xiao Yi.

Despite being stepped on by Huajia Chicken, Yi Xianzhang, a newly promoted nepotism member of the Qingtian Sect, was not displeased.

Her expression was extremely gentle.

He also took out a few pastries imbued with spiritual energy, broke them into small pieces, and fed them to the other person in his palm.

The ginger and egg dish probably reminded him of Hua Yuan's spoiled snacks.

He bent down and pecked at the largest piece in Master Yi's hand, then flew and ran to throw the pastry to Old Man Hua.

Check it out.

You gave me something rotten to eat.

I'll give you something imbued with spiritual energy.

Don't be too touched, old man Hua.

Hua Yuan unconsciously took the pastry and began to struggle with whether to eat it or not. He couldn't bring himself to eat it, but he was worried that Egg would get angry if he didn't.

When she's angry, she wants to roll around on him in the middle of the night.

If it weren't for the incompatibility, Hua Yuan would have preferred Hua Xin to take the eggs with her.

It's better than leaving it in China.

He's as strong-willed as someone with epilepsy.

Hua Yuanqin advised him, saying that these pastries were all nutritious foods and that he could eat them without worry.

Hua Yuan: I'm not worried about the pastries, I'm disgusted by the taste of eggs...

Fortunately, the allure of "supplementation" is deeply ingrained.

Huayuan didn't consider it for too long.

He shared the quail egg-sized food with his wife.

really.

The taste is excellent.

I felt refreshed after eating it.

Hua Yuan and his wife secretly credited the egg for its contribution.

They secretly vowed that even if Hua Xin was no longer in the village, the Hua family would still take good care of Ji Dan in his old age and see him to his end.

The ginger and egg maker had no idea that someone was waiting to smash a basin for them.

After throwing away the pastries, it returned to Master Yi's side, its chicken-like chatter filling the villagers' ears.

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The ginger and egg were a reminder to Xiao Yi.

After confirming that the two people who plotted to kill Hua Xin were the root of the problem, they used some underhanded tactics to make them die unexpectedly.

It deeply appreciates the atmosphere of the cultivation world.

We absolutely must not let bad people ruin it.

Master Yi naturally nodded in agreement.

For some reason, as she wandered around this realm, her desire to exploit the land gradually faded away.

Tsk tsk.

Let's give God face and just scrape a little bit.

Not for hoarding.

Just for the sake of creating a festive atmosphere.

Hua Xin packed her small bundle and came to Master Yi.

A distant relative said so.

This time, I'll hitch a ride with Immortal Master Yi to the sect.

She put away her usual playful and cheerful demeanor.

He pretended to be grateful and took the initiative to exchange pleasantries with Immortal Yi.

Regardless of whether this etiquette is correct or not.

Hua Xin's attitude was very good, which saved Hua Yuan and his son from having to come over and bow and scrape.

Jiang Jidan was momentarily dazed.

Its roommate seemed to have suddenly grown up.

"Whoa whoa"

(Xiao Yi, take good care of Hua Xin, okay? And find her a good young man with matching spiritual roots.)

If we, Huaxin, feel that one is not enough.

You can also introduce her to several more; three or five wouldn't be too many.

Hua Xin thought the chicken was calling her.

The tears I had been holding back for so long finally fell.

"Eggs, you must take good care of them while I'm not home."

Woo woo woo.

You are not allowed to sneak out at night to peck people's butts, nor are you allowed to squat on Grandpa's head and not leave.

Woohoo. "

well.

My nose is sticky again.

Ginger Egg spread its wings and hugged its roommate back, successfully wiping the snot off its body.

Everything that needed to be said has been said.

All the old stories that needed to be told have been told.

It was getting late.

A distant relative of the Hua family came over, pulled the person and the chicken apart, grabbed Hua Xintiao, put him in Yi Xiaoyou's car, and waved goodbye.

The villagers witnessed a farewell.

The envy in my heart lessened a little.

They can comfort themselves by thinking that they don't have many dolls at home, and giving one away means one less.

It would be better to raise them in the village.

It's good to always be filial to one's parents.