Goodbye, brother-in-law

  The pause is over, Fang Xian can't help but switch his mood.

  In front of him were a black Miao tribesman shouting "Master" and a middle-aged man under his command.

  Next to him was Zhao Ling'er and the rest of the Sky Blue team's girls.

  "Master, master, what's wrong with you? Didn't we agree to be a good host?" Fat Head waved his hand.

  "Oh, right." Fang Xian laughed and raised his axe, a simple and crude chop came down, "The landlord's rules are a must, a group of middle-aged people rushed into my immortal realm Shuiyue Palace, robbed my sister, if I don't hack you, it would be unforgivable to yourselves."

  Hei Paozi's smile froze, and he fell to the ground with a thud, without even leaving a drop of blood behind. After all, "Xian Jian" is an all-ages game, and seeing blood wouldn't be good.

  Then, Miao Ren's head disappeared on the spot as calmly and peacefully as an old man would say.

  Zhao Ling'er instantly understood and a fire curse took care of the sportswear behind her.

  Back at the bridgehead, Shuǐ Yuè and others had almost finished cleaning up here, and Long Tào A also came back to help.

  "Good job, Dragon Suit A!" Fang Xian patted Dragon Suit A on the shoulder.

  Dragon Suit A is because it's a dragon suit, so the face is made very rough, but it's actually very easy to remember, it's a pretty impressive character!

  "Thank you for the compliment." Dragon Suit A bowed his head in appreciation and smiled with a covered face, "It's all thanks to your arrangement, brother-in-law."

  Fang Xian only then remembered that earlier, Tian Lan also called himself "brother-in-law", and he suddenly had many little sisters-in-law. This is not surprising, if these girls called Fang Xian "young master" or "high person" it would seem too distant, so they just uniformly call him "brother-in-law". Even if some of the girls were older than Zhao Ling'er, they would still address Fang Xian as "brother-in-law", to show respect.

  Here's a brief explanation of how tsunamis are generated, which is actually very simple.

  Like a dam, Long Suo A led his men to block the river at both ends and then diverted the water in the river to the outer lake, leaving only a shallow layer of water in the river, not allowing the Hei Miao people to cross the river directly, but also luring them to cross the river.

  As they were fighting, the dam suddenly rose, and the water level outside was high, so it naturally poured in, and the Black Miao people ended in tragedy.

  According to statistics, 15 out of the 53 Hmong people who came to invade were killed, and the rest were in a state of syncope.

  "Ling, let's level up together!" Fang Xian laughed and raised his axe. In the game, there was no blood or guilt in doing this sort of thing. After all, these middle-aged men would just respawn somewhere else with the same posture, continuing to be wandering thugs.

  Unfortunately, harvesting these things gave too little experience, and Fang Xian's swordsmanship was still unable to level up despite his hands being numb.

  It doesn't matter anymore, this hidden battle has already given Fang Xian enough benefits, compared to which, Xiao Yao Ge Ge is already a minor character.

  In the evening, a grand banquet was held in the Water Moon Palace, on one hand to celebrate the victory of the great war, and on the other hand to celebrate Grandma finding true love.

  Grandma and Uncle Ding took the main seats, while Fang Xianling sat next to them, feeling quite comfortable.

  All the dishes served here are just plain vegetarian food like cabbage and tofu, and all you can drink is spring water or something similar, not a drop of wine.

  "Have you been eating this for so many years and grown up?" Fang Xian asked, pointing at the small scallion tofu in front of him.

  "Hmm, it's all tasteless now!" Ling'er stuck out her tongue, "Let's go eat hot pot instead."

  "Don't be in a hurry, let's finish what we have to do here." Fang Xian casually picked up a small piece of scallion tofu with his chopsticks, and didn't have the slightest expectation for its taste.

  The little white tofu entered, and Fang Xian's expression changed from calm to excited, from tired to energetic.

  Fang Xian savored the thing in his mouth, this stuff was really weird, it had both the taste of tofu and the texture of pudding, soft and smooth, and even had a hint of sweetness that was almost imperceptible, something that even real-life butter couldn't match.

  "This is really tofu!?"

  "Yes, I'm tired of eating early." Zhao Ling'er casually picked up a chopstick and ate a mouthful in an extremely calm manner.

  Fang Xian hurriedly picked up another piece of cucumber with her chopsticks.

  "Hmm... The taste of the cucumber is not as stunning as tofu, but it's much better than in reality. It's full of moisture and has a natural flavor that's unlike the dry, crumbly texture of real cucumbers."

  Continue, celery, dried tofu, peanuts and other small dishes are also magically delicious.

  Everyone at the table stared blankly as Fang Xian climbed onto the table and tasted every dish.

  "Son-in-law, I know you're hungry, but do you have to be so greedy?" Old Man Ding coughed, in his eyes Fang Xian was like a half-son of his, and this behavior was quite embarrassing.

  "Shut up." Fang Xian closed his eyes, raised his cup to rinse his mouth, and continued to savor the dishes in contemplation.

  After he had touched every dish and put them back in their original positions, he looked at Zhao Ling'er with tears in his eyes.

  "Ling'er... this is what I call a dish!!"

  "No, I think malatang is delicious."

  "You don't understand." Fang Xian shook his head, "The dishes on that side have very heavy flavors, often using a huge amount of seasonings to cover up the inadequacy of the ingredients themselves, but here it's the opposite, the seasonings are very light, and what you're eating is the original, pure, natural flavor."

  "Oh......" Zhao Ling'er pretended to think for a moment, "But still, malatang is more delicious."

  "Alright, let's talk about this later." Fang Xian finally withdrew from the food world, anyway he was full, might as well hurry up and clear things up and take Zhao Ling'er out to eat spicy hot pot.

  Fang Xian first bid farewell to his grandmother: "Grandma, you also saw that I and Ling'er already have the ability to protect ourselves. I want to take her to Miaojiang to find out what happened to Wu Hou. Please let us go."

  Grandma thought for a moment...

  In fact, it's not necessary to think about it, her character setting requires letting go of Ling'er, but in the original work, she only lets go when she is on the verge of death.

  "In fact, I was reluctant to let Ling'er go, but fortunately, we have Dingding Xiong now, and she's not afraid anymore." Just then, Grandma leaned into Da Bo's arms, content with her life.

  Ding Dabo, however, detected something amiss in his words: "Son-in-law, I have no objection to you taking three wives and four concubines, but you said you wanted...to go to Miaojiang?"

  "That's right." Fang Xian nodded slightly apologetically, "Senior, you also know the principle of mutual affection. I and Ling'er are together, my heart can no longer accommodate others. You wouldn't want Xianglan and Xiulan to follow me and suffer, would you?"

  "What nonsense!" Old Man Ding said with some annoyance, "Are we going to let them follow Zheng Tu?"

  "No need, Li Xun is still alive." Fang Xian released his killing move.

  "Is this really true?!" Ding Dabo was indeed caught off guard, and indeed, indeed, Xiao Yao Gege is forever ahead of Zhang Si.

  "Absolutely true." Fang Xian stood up and said, "A man should take the four seas as his home. I, Zhang Si, also want to go out and make a name for myself. I hope you seniors will support me."

  Ding Da Bo sighed, feigning various regrets - actually pretending, Xiang Yang was still alive, who would want to marry their daughter to Zhang Si, the guy's face was too square.

  "Since that's the case, I won't keep you here either, young man. It's time for you to go out and make a name for yourself." Old Master Ding turned his head, suddenly remembering that Zhang Si had taken advantage of him many times, and felt that letting him leave like this was not satisfying at all. "How about this? Since you've learned the Ding family's martial arts, why don't you just call me your foster father? That way, I'll feel better too."

  "Go play." Fang Xian wiped his nose and pulled Ling Er out.

  "YOU!!!" Ding Dabo was suddenly enraged by this scolding, and with a loud crash he jumped up from his seat, "You... you..."

  "What else do you want?" Fang Xian muttered to himself as he walked away, his current momentum already making it so that no one dared to stop him. "I helped you arrange your daughter's marriage with Xiao Yao; I took you to find your old lover to spend time with Xiao Yao; I helped you fight. What more do you want? Goodbye."

  Ding Dabo thought about it and felt that it was indeed the case, but after all, he had been insulted by a younger generation, and his face couldn't take it. But at this time, Grandma suddenly became very sensible, supporting Ding Dabo back to his chair: "Young people are impetuous, Dingding Xiong, weren't you also fearless of heaven and earth back then?"

  "That's right, haha!" Ding Dabo stepped down from his words and showed himself as a magnanimous man.

  Saying goodbye to her sisters was a bit hard for Zhao Ling'er, and Fang Xian forbade her from looking back in order to suppress this sentiment.

  Finally, Fang Xian pulled Zhao Ling'er out of the palace, and behind them came a deafening female voice shouting.

  "Goodbye, brother-in-law!"

  "Must... you end with such a cheesy line?" Fang Xian finally spat out, before summoning the old man.

  What's wrong?

  "Excuse me, I have a question about food. Why is the dish here so delicious?"

  Southern Song style, 100% restored.

  "Really? Is this how Southern Song Dynasty was?"

  Of course, at that time there was no chemical fertilizer or pesticide, nor genetically modified things, all were purely natural, this is the original taste of vegetables.

  "But in the real world, I didn't think those so-called all-natural ingredients tasted that good either?"

  "Nonsense, for over a thousand years the earth has been polluted to an unbearable extent. The type of dish that comes out is related to climate, soil, water source and mood."

  "How's your mood?"

  Yes, plants also have moods, you make it happy and it will taste good.

  "Really... Is there a way for me to bring two pearls back and try planting them?"

  None, because there is no sesame seed among the items you can choose to bring back to the real world.

  "Ah..."

  Don't be discouraged, young man. Have you played "Harvest Moon"? - Planting vegetables, raising cattle, mining, fishing and chasing after cute girls.

  "Go on! Go on!!"

  Never mind, you go ahead and survive this game first, then we'll talk.

  “……”

  After saving the disk, Fang Xian pulled Zhao Ling'er back to reality. Fang Xian's mind turned around, and the memories of Miao Yi's circle were indeed printed on his own thinking, and he seemed to have become a mysterious old Miao doctor.

  "Ah... Ah... Oh! So that's it! How awesome!" Fang Xian leaned against the door frame, admiring Miao Yi's medical skills, a perfect blend of clinical medicine and empirical medicine.

  "Xian Gege, what's wrong?" Ling'er asked.

  "I seem to have become an old Miao doctor, so feel free to ask me if you get sick later." Fang Xian chuckled and bowed his head to sort out the spoils of war. There were 10 sealed bags of Miao medicine, a small black jar that was probably the Miao vessel, and of course, a copy of "The Dark Miao Art Beginner's Handbook".

  Ling'er came over and was also shocked: "These are Bai Miao's Gu Miao and Gu Ze, I've hardly ever seen them!"

  But when she saw that manual, she showed disdain: "How disgusting... I hate dark magic the most."

  No need to rush about these things, just put them away for now and think about them later when I have time.

  It was still the same evening, although a long time had passed in the game, but in reality it was less than an hour.

  Ling'er rubbed her eyes: "So sleepy."

  "It seems that in the game, mental time is still 1:1, playing for so long should be sleepy."

  Fang Xian got up and touched the bed sheet, which was still a bit damp.

  "Ling'er, go to sleep directly, don't change the sheets."

  "Uh-huh"

  Ling'er jumped onto the bed with a plop and began to undress.

  “……”

  "...you disgust me, don't look."

  "We're all married couples, what's there to be shy about?"

  "...and others aren't used to it yet."

  "Then get used to it."

  Fang Xian once again pounced on the tiger and pushed it away.

  It can be said that in the game, the improvement of cultivation has had some subtle and imperceptible effects on the other party. The former otaku can at least become a "hard man" in bed.

  "Pffft... Whoosh... Hehehehe..."

  The insomnia-ridden man in the next room shed two lines of hot tears: "10,534 sheep... 10,535 sheep..."

  (Spoiler alert, specific and systematic influences will be reflected in a fuzzy data way after completing the Xianjian game.)