Xiao Jue’s eyes turned fiery red as she leaned closer to Wang Xinyi’s neck. Only then did Wang Xinyi notice his daughter’s unusual behavior and quickly asked, "What are you doing?"
"Father, how did you get an injury here?"
Xiao Jue pointed at the back of Wang Xinyi’s neck, near his shoulder, where there was a fresh scratch.
"Oh... I got it while going with your Uncle Liu and them to cut bamboo to make tables and chairs. In tis like these in Mingjiang Prefecture, who knows how long this will last."
Wang Xinyi took a cane made of a broken tree branch to support himself, stood up to tidy up the leftovers. The bones that his daughter had gnawed on still had so at sinew attached, which he also gnawed on—the disaster made an already frugal person learn to be even more frugal, not letting a shred of at go to waste.
"This ti in our Mingjiang Prefecture, thanks to a great gentleman, even though we’re living poorly, but food and drink are better than before the disaster."
Wang Xinyi wrapped the cleanly gnawed bone in oil paper to take it to the dogs of the carpenter team for gnawing. As he was about to leave, he turned back to Xiao Jue and said, "Ju Er, your teeth seem strange, how about I take you to see Doctor Sun?"
"It’s nothing, nothing at all, it doesn’t hurt or itch."
Xiao Jue said so.
"Then take good care of yourself."
In this age, people’s understanding of "illness" is quite simple and blunt. As long as it’s not causing imnse pain, it’s considered a minor illness, a minor ailnt that will pass after resting for a few days.
"I know."
Xiao Jue said.
"Hmm." Wang Xinyi lifted the tent flap, stepped outside, and was about to pull it down when Xiao Jue said, "Oh, Dad, I’ll go play with Tong in the afternoon."
"Go ahead."
Having given this instruction, Wang Xinyi then pulled down the flap.
As for Xiao Jue, she sat cross-legged on the ground.
These tents were set up hastily, with the installation not being perfect. Like the tent Xiao Jue was in, there was a small seam at the top, not very wide, as thick as a little finger, but she could see an eye in the sky through this seam.
That eye belonged to a Divine Eagle hovering above—the Divine Eagles sent out by Pan Mountain Eagle for patrol.
...
"Things always feel a bit strange." Pan Mountain Eagle sat atop the clock tower of Mingjiang Prefecture, smoking.
Inside this clock tower was hidden the Witch’s ancient altar—the Witch God Temple.
At the sa ti, this tower was now the highest point in Mingjiang Prefecture, taking advantage of the elevation, allowing Pan Mountain Eagle to overlook Mingjiang Prefecture and gather more intelligence.
As a mountain bandit, being able to sit atop the Witch God Temple was naturally permitted by Zhou Xuan.
Today, Pan Mountain Eagle felt the disaster victims from Hui Feng dical College were a bit odd—but he couldn’t quite put his finger on where the oddness lay.
Thinking more about it got him more frustrated, so he stood up and whistled towards the distance, signaling those Divine Eagles to fly more diligently and watch Hui Feng dical College more closely, tighter.
...
Mingjiang runs through the city from south to north, reaching Beijiang, and heading west is where it ets the waters of Yellow Field Prefecture, which is the Turtle God Water Village of Yellow Field Prefecture.
This place got its na because beneath the water village, there lies an old turtle, nine hundred years old, usually remaining in Turtle Breath at the bottom of the Water Domain, not coming out much for activity.
Nine hundred years, not far from a thousand, the people near the water village raised its title a bit, respectfully calling it "Turtle Thousand Years."
Lady Hong Guan also calls this Turtle Spirit by this na.
At this mont, she brought ten boats and dozens of Hall Disciples, anchoring at the center of the water village.
"Turtle Thousand Years, haven’t co out of the water for years, right? Today the sun is good, co out and bask in the warmth."
Lady Hong Guan took the prepared Snow Mountain Palm Ginseng, scattering two into the water.
In the deep water, green enough to be almost black, sothing like a giant stone gradually floated up, eelgrass, algae, lushly covering the stone slab. If not looked at closely, one might think what rose was a small island.
"Oh... oh..."
A lazy voice called out from within the giant stone, a huge Xuan Turtle head erged from the stone, then the four feet reached out.
"Guan Niang... today, how co you have ti to co to my water village?"
"Turtle Thousand Years, your Dun Jia sect might be in big trouble."
Lady Hong Guan took off her red robe and tossed it into the water.
The red robe, like a Water Ghost, stretched its waist in the deepwater, lazily like Turtle Thousand Years, but Turtle Thousand Years knew if Lady Hong Guan’s red robe entered the water, it ant she was about to use her true ans.
He dared not be careless, first distancing himself from any ties with the Dun Jia Hall.
"Guan Niang, you speak too seriously... I’ve long ceased to be part of Dun Jia..."
"If Dun Jia is reckoned with, can you, the Dun Jia’s millennium ancestor, escape? Those who understand naturally know you have nothing to do with Dun Jia, but outsiders don’t see it that way."
Yellow Origin has many Great Demons, this Turtle Thousand Years, having a demon body, but not a true Great Demon, has a great feud with the Forbidden Land Tattoo in Peng Town of Mingjiang Prefecture.
His turtle body is thanks to Peng Town’s forr "Forbidden Land Tattoo."
Lady Hong Guan knows this inner layer, so when Zhou Xuan once comprehended the aroma of "Dun Jia" but couldn’t find the guide, she didn’t recomnd Turtle Thousand Years to teach Zhou Xuan.
Zhou Xuan’s second incense was the tattoo, even if Turtle Thousand Years put his life on the line, it was absolutely impossible to teach Zhou Xuan even one move or half style, but tis have changed now.
During Mingjiang Prefecture’s Heaven and Earth chess ga, the "Dun Jia" Hall in Capital City, Zhao Qingxiao of human world nine incenses entered the ga, this was the weak spot of Dun Jia Hall.
Having grasped this weak spot, Lady Hong Guan then had reason to pressure Turtle Thousand Years.
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