My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 827 - 512: Don’t Let Me Catch You (Three-in-One) (Part 3)

"No... don't think about bad things," Yin Tingxue said cautiously. She always tried to defend other women in front of Chen Yi.

"Why are you speaking up for her like that?" Chen Yi wanted to say something but ended up changing the topic, "She still owes me a kiss."

"Can I kiss you on her behalf?"

After saying that, Yin Tingxue tiptoed over to Chen Yi, leaned forward,

"Kiss you."

Chen Yi really had no self-control at that moment and couldn't possibly refuse her.

Probably self-control, like desire, comes and goes quickly.

After a brief kiss, Chen Yi pushed Yin Tingxue away, patted her on the hip, and gestured for her to continue reading. The little fox was a bit shy, blaming him for being indecent, moving quite a bit away from him.

Chen Yi watched Yin Tingxue move away, formed a hand seal, and whispered, "If she's present, don't mention the Tai Sha Sword, lest it be exposed."

The old woman's mouth twitched slightly,

This birdman, even fooling Yin Tingxue.

"Alright," the Old Saintess nodded in agreement.

In the past days, because of the rift between Chen Yi and Zhou Yitang, he trusted her more, discussing and exchanging many things, most of which were ancient secrets, with only a small part involving his current situation.

Thus, the old woman observed Yin Tingxue and knew she was a naturally kind-hearted girl, yet she didn't know her true identity, only thinking... she was very suitable for her Holy Sect.

The sun slanted to the west, the shimmering dusk, the river gradually calming down, the harbor in the distance faintly revealing its outline in the mist, immersed in an indescribable tranquility.

Chen Yi raised his head and looked, suddenly saying, "People are in panic, as if standing on a cliff edge."

...…..

People are in panic, as if standing on a cliff edge.

The people of Hukang Village had heard of the White Lotus Sect's chaos, and from the entrance to the end of the village, no one didn't scoff at it. The elders snorted and cursed, condemning the chaos that occurred every three years and major upheavals every five years. But never had any chaos affected even a fish or shrimp; instead, the increased grain taxes left nine out of ten households barren.

The White Lotus Sect's chaos was likely just an excuse for the government to levy extra taxes.

Having suffered countless disasters and borne countless grain taxes, the old village head of Hukang Village decided to resist to the very end this time. No man would leave, and not a single grain of rice would be handed over.

Then, the old village head was slashed dead.

The White Lotus Sect people came, led by some General Zhenwei.

After the New Year, by the busy spring plowing season, the fields in Hukang Village were sparsely populated, with vast fields overgrown with tall wild grasses in the cracks.

Under the eaves of the ancestral hall, there were silent faces, eyes filled with a tumultuous anger and fear, as villagers quietly drank diluted poor wine.

The White Lotus Sect people came, and the stored grain was gone, the food was gone, even the seeds for sowing were confiscated. If they didn't hand them over, they'd have to pay with blood when the time came.

Fortunately, Hukang Village could still fish and hunt, having some river fish to catch; otherwise, they'd all starve to death here.

But in the end, it's barely enough to keep warm and full. How many can survive through the winter? The village might be empty again.

"Damn!"

A stout man, Zhang Da, turned over the wine pot, finding it empty, like an outburst of long-standing resentment.

"Stop shouting, it's useless to shout," the new village head said, hanging his head.

"Useless? Even if useless, I have to shout," Zhang Da said angrily.

"If you have the guts, go shout in front of General Zhenwei."

The stout man fell silent.

Under the eaves of the ancestral hall, a dead silence spread, as if the living people were like a bunch of painted skins sitting there, with the door god on the door, a corner peeling off, also hanging its eyes.

After a long while, suddenly someone hoarsely said, "We can't always be like this..."

"...if only some great hero would come..."

"Which hero? Black Gate Tiger Li Ying? Foot Wind Yu Zhong? Or peerless in saber technique Gao Tongyi?"

"Black Gate Tiger's martial arts are not as good as Foot Wind's. It's heard that Foot Wind has no virtues, only relying on speed... Saying this, Gao Tongyi is still better, but where is he?"

"He was killed last month."

"Then still choose Black Gate Tiger. Hope he quickly visits our village and wipes out those bastards."

"Li the Hero cannot fight four people with just two fists; it would be good if Foot Wind came too. Two people against forty, secretly poison them first, then take a few swift actions after they've fallen!"

It was the seventh time discussing which hero might come to the ancestral hall. Previously, there was even fiercer discussion; everyone beat their breasts, wishing a hero would come tomorrow, do justice, and lay the forty-odd heads of the White Lotus Sect on the ground. But ultimately, it was just boasting after drinking, a moment of fantasy, and then it was over. The next day, they had to continue.

Zhang Da, perhaps drunk earlier, spoke, "What use is there in talking about a damn hero? This villain must be ground by another villain!"

"Villain? Which villain?"

Then they saw Zhang Da jump on a stool, tore off the old door god in the ancestral hall, and before everyone panicked, he took out a new portrait and slapped it onto the wall.

Slanted eyes, a big mole on the forehead, huge ears, disheveled hair, and finally a thunder god's mouth.

The crowd looked at it and thought it did look quite like something.

Regarding door gods, there is an ancient superstition among the folks that the uglier a door god is, the more auspicious it is, as repelling evil spirits is more effective when they are uglier.

In the distance, a big and small Daoist were slowly approaching. No one stopped them as they walked from the village entrance to the ancestral hall, seeking a place to stay overnight.

The Taoist saw the crowd gathered at the hall and quickened his steps to get closer.

"It's this person, wicked beyond words, committing all sorts of evils, disturbing the imperial order, and the key point, he is also ugly!"