I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 249 - 140 Tiny and Cute_2

"I don’t want to learn!" Xuan Yu said somewhat annoyed, "If I learn, I definitely won’t be able to resist wasting incense."

Seeing his plan had failed, Xu Qing’s expression showed some regret.

"Xu Immortal Family, what does a tiger look like? Is it formidable?"

"Naturally formidable," Xu Qing said with a smile, "The tiger is the king of the forest, the chief beast, its roar like angry waves, shaking the earth. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be sayings like ’swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger’."

The lights of the Funeral Shop flickered, Xuan Yu turned his head to look at his own shadow cast on the wall, which seemed even larger than a tiger.

Xuan Yu knew it was just a shadow, but he couldn’t help asking, "How big is the tiger in the circle hall?"

Xu Qing pondered for a moment, reached out his hand to the lamp, constantly adjusting the distance to the wick.

When the shadow of his fist on the wall was just right in size, he then said, "About this big."

Xuan Yu’s mouth slightly opened, astonished.

When he used to reside at the homes of wealthy young ladies, there were rats in the library. He once had the opportunity to go to the library, where a painting of a fierce tiger hung on the wall. The tiger was only as big as a dog, and he never imagined that the real tiger outside the painting would be so much larger!

Xuan Yu retracted his gaze and looked at Xu Qing again.

"Do you like big ones?"

Xu Qing blinked and said:

"Actually, small ones are pretty cute too."

...

In the latter half of the night, Xu Qing closed the shop door and headed to Shuimen Bridge Villa with Xuan Yu, who wanted to play with the embroidery girl.

Shuimen Bridge Villa was his feng shui treasure for cultivating Fierce Generals and ghost soldiers. Recently, his Box Garden had amassed quite a few corpses, and with the ones at the villa, he could at least cultivate another Fierce General.

On the way, Xu Qing asked Xuan Yu about the recent business at the shop and if they’d encountered anyone.

Xuan Yu walked along, saying, "There was someone buying paper effigies. At the time, I hadn’t possessed the Galloping Immortal Disciple, and that person was so rude. Upon seeing me, he called me a boiled egg..."

"I got angry and possessed Sun Erniang, and asked for ten taels of silver for every paper effigy."

Xu Qing’s breath hitched. That was indeed rude. If it were any other monster, this person’s household peace wouldn’t last long.

"Did he pay?"

"He did. He seemed quite wealthy. Without a word, he gave a silver note of one hundred taels and bought all the paper effigies in the shop."

"Paid?" Xu Qing was somewhat surprised, knowing that a silver note of one hundred taels wasn’t a small amount. Those paper effigies together wouldn’t even be worth two taels of silver.

Xuan Yu continued, "I was afraid the silver note was fake, so I went to ask Boss Cheng diagonally across the street. She said she’d never seen a silver note of one hundred taels and couldn’t be sure."

"I kept cautious and took the silver note to Old Hu. He said it was real..."

Xu Qing wondered, "Xuan Yu, do you still remember what that person looked like?"

"Wearing a mandarin jacket, a small hat, holding two walnuts in his hand, he looked like Master Feng. He even asked if the roosters in the shop were for sale..."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qing roughly understood that the person was likely a playboy like Master Feng. People like this often didn’t lack money, no wonder he was so extravagant.

People say black cats are protective items, placed in the south, said to guard homes, ward off evil, and attract wealth.

Looking at it now, it really seems to be true!

He had left for only a few days, and Xuan Yu had already earned nearly one hundred taels of silver.

The zombie and the cat talked casually and soon arrived at Shuimen Bridge Villa.

Xu Qing raised his hand and knocked on the courtyard door. The next moment, a mournful, ethereal melody sounded from the courtyard.

"Deep courtyard silently closed heavy doors, sparse stars few, night leak late, soul-breaking sky, clear wind and fine rain, silver lamp flickering, thin shadow frequently moving, infatuation, slave’s poor fate, wandering short-term happiness at the end of the world, when will be the return date..."

"Poor slave, gentleman knocking on the door, is it to join the slave in the underworld?"

As soon as the words fell, the leaves of the two date trees at the door started swaying without wind, even the courtyard door clanged noisily.

At some moment, a hanging rope suddenly dangled from the eaves, the swaying end just reaching a person’s neck.

Xu Qing was speechless.

This female ghost’s methods of scaring away the living were getting fancier.

Xuan Yu beside him wasn’t afraid at all.

Moonlight falling on the quiet courtyard, black cat stepping softly on shadows.

Xuan Yu lightly leaped up, sat on the wall, quietly watching the female ghost’s efforts to scare people.

Until Xu Qing’s voice sounded outside the courtyard, the female ghost hurriedly put away her ’divine techniques’, then floated joyfully to the door.

"Master finally returned. I’ve been so scared alone in this secluded villa..."

Xu Qing felt his teeth ache, thinking how a ghost could be afraid. Could this villa be haunted by spirits?

"Has the homework been done?"

Xu Qing was of course referring to the lessons of the leading lady taught by Boss Liu of the Pear Garden Theater.

"It hasn’t been neglected. Recently, Sister Liu just taught me the techniques of the Daomadan. Master, wait, I’ll perform a flower spear dance for you!"

Saying this, the embroidery girl excitedly came to the courtyard, took a flower spear down from a rack of various weapons.

The embroidery girl’s method of taking the flower spear was also unique; instead of using hands, she kicked the bottom of the spear with her heel, like playing kick shuttlecock, sending it into the air.

Before the spear flew off the rack, the embroidery girl grabbed the shaft overhead, pulling it back into her hand.

Xu Qing, freshly returned from an errand, was happy to relax with a performance.

On the wall, Xuan Yu watched the female ghost skillfully dance with the flower spear, eyes glowing.

This flower spear looks really fun...

After finishing the flower spear dance, the embroidery girl bit her lip shyly, "Besides dancing with spears and sticks, I’ve also learned some musical dances. If you want to see, Master, I’ll change into another outfit and dance for you..."

"..."

Xu Qing glanced sideways at the cat that had jumped off the wall and walked over, decisively saying, "We’ll talk about that later; today, Xuan Yu and I have other matters to attend to."

Only then did the embroidery girl notice the approaching black cat.

"Ah! It’s Xuan Yu, come let big sister hold you."

"..."

Facing the boundary-less female ghost, Xuan Yu chose to ignore her.

"It seems Xuan Yu only gets close to the Master..."

Watching the black cat ignore her and walk to Xu Qing’s side, the embroidery girl sighed, "Xuan Yu can follow the Master freely, but poor me can only guard this secluded villa..."

Xu Qing mildly shook his head, saying: "Xuan Yu is free because it has four hundred years of cultivation, even so, it only dares to stay in the Jin Sect. You’ve only been a ghost for how long and have how many years of cultivation?"

"This villa may be secluded, but it’s an excellent place for ghost cultivation. Besides, didn’t you stay in your chamber for many years while alive, how come now you miss the outside world?"

Hearing this, the embroidery girl stomped her feet in frustration, "Master, you really don’t understand! I want to follow you, not the outside world. Without you, I wouldn’t care about the scenery outside!"

"..."

Good grief, this ghost is clingy!

Really, you’re a perfectly good ghost, following a zombie for outings every day, does that make sense?

Xu Qing shook his head and turned to get a shovel from the corner, throwing it to the embroidery girl.

Seeing the ghost still dazed in place, Xu Qing promptly said, "A Daomadan doesn’t just dance with knives and spears, you must also dance with shovels and hoes!"

"..."

Under the moonlight, the diligent and simple ghost holding a shovel was digging holes and burying corpses.

Watching this scene, Xuan Yu felt even more certain about his choice.

If he had really listened to Xu Qing, using incense to transform into a human form, who knows if he’d be holding a hoe now, digging holes.

In the courtyard, after all the corpses were buried, Xu Qing set up a ritual altar, beginning to condense the corpse’s dark energy and cultivate Rampant Soldier Fruits.

Now the total number of corpses in the courtyard had surpassed a hundred. Among these corpses was even a top-quality Witch Doctor Corpse.

Feeling the overflowing dark energy, Xu Qing estimated conservatively that he could cultivate at least two top-quality Fierce Generals.

In the courtyard, Xuan Yu and the embroidery girl, not wanting to disturb Xu Qing’s ritual, ran to the ridge of the roof, watching from afar.

"Master knows so much, even the high-level mages at the famous temples can’t be much better," the embroidery girl praised, watching Xu Qing perform rituals with awe.

"Xu Immortal Family has always been like this."

Seeing the embroidery girl praise Xu Qing, Xuan Yu seemed to also take pride.

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