Watch out Chicken

Chapter 5

He hung there for a moment, under the moonlight, staring at his enemy.

All things up, down.

[Lun Moon Down's Larynx]

It was inevitable that the sun, the moon, and the stars set, and so he once again descended to the bottom of the earth, carrying the weight and glory of heaven with him.

His two glittering tajin immersed themselves in the red neck. This unsightly Basi Bu Shi .

[Crescent Moon Wheel]

His legs split apart, once again throwing him into a flip, the white energy formed a ring-like shadow around him, and separated his arch-enemy's head from his shoulder.

He landed gracefully once again on earth.

His enemy's head hit the ground behind him.

He .. he has done it. Bi De had completed his master's task.

He roared his victory to heaven.

His Great Master exploded onto the open ground after hearing his cries, anger in his eyes at those who dared try to harm his disciple.

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I stumbled to a halt, having once again been called out of bed. The small open space was cut off from something, and there was Big D, looking happy like a punch, standing on top of the savage-shaped Basil Brush and beheaded.

What the fuck?

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His Great Teacher, as always, poured out affection for him. His broken wing was wrapped. His messy fur was combed, and his pajamas were rubbed in the most pleasant way.

He was sent back to the cage, and fed a full sprig of Heavenly Herbs. His Great Master instructed him to replenish, and enjoy himself.

He was a good student of his Great Master. He has passed his test, and will now be given the guardianship of The Great Fa Ram, entrusted with holding the faith for his Lord as he challenges the world.

There are many ways Meiling expects her day. Watching children, collecting herbs, making medicine, caring for anyone who is injured.

He did not expect this .

He was reading a medical scroll when the scent came to him, seemingly carried away by the wind. Boys. He had a qi smell around him, thicker and louder than he had ever smelled before. He was even stronger than the last time he saw her, when he shared food with his father in good spirits, after asking about how they had grown their rice.

When the children's ball hit the tall, broad-shouldered boy who pulled the loaded wagon more easily than an ox, his heart jumped down his throat. The mud now coats his clothes. Everyone knew that cultivators did not experience such a thing. He still remembered many years ago, when he and his father traveled to the city, and so easily a cultivator killed a beggar child for having the courage to stand in his way.

When little Xian rushed to retrieve his ball, he rushed with him, desperate to beg for his younger brother's life.

Instead, the young man started laughing.

He returned their ball .. and then joined the boys in the mud pit.

Now, the cultivator, since that was all the young man could do, chuckled while dancing in the mud, instead, avoid the village children who throw themselves at him in an attempt to drop him into the puddle gracefully and skillfully. He gently diverts them into the dirt with a wet splash, or picks them up and carries them around the hole, tickling all the time.

He continued to attract audiences, and more children. At first, the adults were also tired, but now most have wandered around, or sat on the edge and smiled at the silly boy and the kids.

“Ha ha! You're a thousand years too early to beat me!” He laughs at them, hands on hips. ” My chicken is stronger than all of you!”

The children screamed in anger, and his dear little brother turned his head towards him.

“Meimei! Meimei! Help us Brother Meimei!” she begged.

And sealed his torment.

Not in the traditional sense of a girl who was cursed by a cultivator, because she was not beautiful, thin and mottled like herself.

Instead, a wide and joyful grin spread across the cultivator's face, and he approached him.

“Oh?” he asked, glancing at her, “Other challenger?”

“So what if I?” He demanded it, unable to retreat under the begging gaze of the children.

He lifted it, one hand under his feet, and the other carried it. There was no effort for his movements, that was if he did not weigh in at all.

His face flushed red, as he was carried into a firm and firm embrace.

In her clean clothes. After she had just taken a shower yesterday.

He didn't know what ” Ca Wa Bun Ga “ meant, but when he felt mud get into his clothes, he saw a red color.

“Basic pig-headed fucking monkey !” he howled, ignoring the fact that he was surrounded by children, and catapulted himself to the boy who was laughing so loudly that he doubled up. His tackle pushed him backwards, and into the mud completely. Adults, including her own father, find it all funny.

The boys cheered for their champion, and the boy ran around the mud pit, and he threw himself behind.

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“Meling anyway!” his father teased him as he prepared dinner. He stuck his nose into the air in a disdainful manner, and refused to lift it.

They're gonna have dinner with that shithead, and he's so unhappy. Well, most of the village will have dinner with him, but they, as the head of this small village, should have that shitty in their house .

At least the dustbin had provided two deer and a few rabbits for them.

O God, he hates cultivators and his powerful arms and chiseled jaws….

Holy hooch! Nah! He shook his head to eliminate the dangerous image his mind had provided for him.

And no one believed him that he was strong either. “Of course your nose is not dislodged, Meimei?” They had asked, that no cultivators get involved in mud-fighting with the children, or go and befriend the farmers.

Even he was beginning to doubt himself, but his ability to smell qi had never made him wrong before.

He will soon reveal his evil nature.

Meiling continued to watch him, but the cultivators spent most of the playing time going with the men, and lost spectacularly.

She feels uncomfortable when her best friend, Meihua, buys them tea. Meihua is everything she is not. She was a classic beauty, with perfectly pale skin and full red lips. Several times they went to Verdant Hill, the men stopped and stared, stunned by her beauty. She had received marriage proposals from over fifty men, but was determined to marry officer Tingfeng.

Surely, cultivators would greet him. In all the stories, they were like beasts to a beautiful woman!

“Oh? You're getting married soon? Congrats! Wait here. I don't know if I can make a wedding, but that's no excuse for not giving gifts!”

Instead, she gave Meihua the most lifelike fox skin she had ever seen, congratulating her on her upcoming marriage–

And then back to the Go table, laughing as he lost again.

…..maybe his nose is playing tricks on him .

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Jesus, that Meimei girl looked at me very sharply, like an offended cat. It was so funny, the way her mottled nose shriveled.

Her facial expression was funny when I threw her into the mud.

Totally deserved.

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It was midnight when he woke up, bathed in cold sweat.

There's something out there. It reeks of blood and death. From hatred and malice. The terror was almost overwhelming, sending vibrations to his back as evil qi invaded the village.

And then, it was pressed. The Qi cultivators pushed the qi of beasts backwards, rejecting the blood and rotting with the scent of freshly cultivated soil and harvested rice. Fear and fear are rejected.

The cultivator got up from his room, and went to face the beast.

Meiling, his legs trembling, followed.

He should know.

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I woke up with an itch running through my spine. I could sense some sort of predator nearby, but without Big D sounding the alarm, I didn't act. Groggily, I rolled off the futon and stretched my body.

Uh, maybe take care of it too. I took a shovel from my things, and walked out of the house. The fire was still a little burning, and I smiled at them. Today was fun. Boyish once, but fun. And the dumplings Meimei made were very tasty.

Even though when I said that, he pursed his nose towards me. That girl was too fun to tease.

I walked into the forest, following my premonition, until I found the wolf.

Oh, man, he's a biggun, isn't he? His feet need to be trimmed as well.

It growled, and pounced.

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He followed the cultivators through the winding forest, the scent of blood battling against the smell of the soil. He could barely hear, due to how hard his heart was pounding, but the cultivator seemed to be unaware of his foot falling.

Eventually they reached the source of the terrifying qi, and his blood turned to ice.

Wolf Reaper. The Wolf Reaper, the Evil Sword. It had been around this part for nearly three hundred years, and had even killed a cultivator!

What is he doing here?! Are they all going to die tonight?

He curled up behind a tree, and prayed for Jin's soul, to face such a monster.

The Wolf Reaper moved faster than his eyes could see, pouncing on him in a storm of bladed claws.

Shovels fulfill. Klang's! It went, attacked the beast that fell in the middle of the head, and killed it

He was dumb on the scene. Cultivator vaporizes. “Wicked Dog.” murmured, and rubbed his eyes.

He did not take blood, nor teeth, nor the core of the Evil Sword. Instead, his shovel began to work, digging a hole large enough for the beast, and burying it in a few moments.

“No hard feelings, buddy?” he muttered to the ground, and pressed some of his qi into it. He thought he could hear a momentary wail in his head, and then the scent of the remaining blood disappeared.

He was still standing there in shock as he started walking back to the village. The cultivator narrowed his eyes at his crouching form.

“Need a ride back?” he asked her, and her mouth moved before she thought about it..

“Last time you gave me a ride, you threw me into the mud hole.” He said, sounding more upset than he felt.

Jin laughed amusedly, then pointed forward.

“Come, dangerous wildlife here.” she says. “You can make me dumplings again, as a thank you for driving you home.”

He scoffed as if he found the idea unpleasant, greatly comforting Jin, and stood with trembling legs as they left.

He turned around one last time to look at the overturned ground.

There were grass buds growing from it.

His father was waiting for them, when they returned to his house, worried about his safety and virtue. “What happened?” She asked. “All animals make such a fuss!”

“Eh, only wolf.” Jin said sounding unconcerned.

“Ya,” Meiling agree, “Just wolf, dad.”

Only wolves are .