Yanjing, guarding the palace.

Then Yang was teaching a magic trick to Yuwen Mo.

Suddenly, he saw his eyes narrow, and suddenly turned his head to look in a certain direction. After a little pondering, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Teacher?" Seeing the teacher's sudden smile, Yu Wenmo said in confusion.

Yang smiled slightly and said, "Lin Yuyin has just learned the gods!"

"Ah?" Yu Wenmo was stunned and then said happily: "Is Xiaonan's mother? Teacher, how do you know?"

"The power of the heaven and earth fluctuated slightly, and the direction seemed to come from the southwest vaguely, and there was a faint golden aura; I just thought for a moment, except for Lin Yuyin, there was no one else in the cultivation world now!"

Yang Wei smiled and said, "At this time of storm, it is really gratifying to have someone in my lower world who can understand the spirits and add another great help!"

"That's right!" Yu Wenmo also smiled happily, "It is reported that sword cultivators are stronger than ordinary cultivators; this imitation of aunt's realm of breaking the realm of God, I am afraid that ordinary magical powers will not be comparable to that of aunt's imitation. Xiaonan's pressure is probably even smaller! In the future, even if there are really more people from the spiritual world who come down to the realm, they can deal with more points!"

"This kid is very lucky, but I don't know where he got so many magic pills, and I don't know what methods he has to do, and he actually pushed several people to understand the gods. Last time it was the sheep's grandson, and this time it was Lin Yuyin again!"

Yang Han nodded with a smile, and his eyes were slightly shining: "I have seen these two people, and they seem to be a little bit worse than the last step; but they can actually achieve such smooth understanding of the gods, and there must be special ones!"

After hearing the teacher's words, Yu Wenmo was shocked again. His teacher's realm was unpredictable; since it was what the teacher said, it was naturally true.

Could it be that Xiao Nan really has such shocking means?

"Okay, let's continue!" Yang didn't look moved, but just smiled and said, "We just said..."

Thousands of miles away in Xiangxi, the old man in a gorgeous clothes was sitting cross-legged in a wooden house, closing his eyes to practice.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked in a certain direction, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"Huh... Is someone actually a magical person?"

The old man in the grass frowned slightly, showing a little hesitant look: "The fluctuations of the power of heaven and earth seem to be strange? Extraordinary? Why is this?"

He stood up and stood in front of the bed. The old man in the clothes pondered for a while, and finally his face was cold and he said in a cold voice: "Come here!"

"I wonder what sir?" A master of the psychic realm responded respectfully outside the house.

"Go and check... Someone has just learned the gods within five hundred miles of the south!"

"Yes!" The master outside the door stern felt a stern heart, and he respectfully answered

When the undercurrent was surging and the storm was about to come, Xiaonan, the protagonist, also arrived at a small county town in western Hunan on a bumpy minibus the next day.

Fenghuang County is a relatively remote county town in western Hunan. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides and adjacent to the Tuojiang River on the other side. More Tujia people live here.

When it comes to Xiangxi, many people will think of Xiangxi driving corpses, but probably not everyone knows where Xiangxi refers specifically?

In a broad sense, Xiangxi refers to the western part of the southern province, but in fact, the real Xiangxi refers to the northwest part of the southern province, on the east side of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, where Tujia people are mostly in the area, and a few ethnic groups live in it, so there is a Tujia autonomous region, and Fenghuang County is within the autonomous region.

Fengmen Village, Fenghuang County, is a village where Han and Miao people live in Hunan Province. Three months ago, all the people in this village suddenly disappeared overnight. Later, the police found that more than 200 spiritual cards were found in a dilapidated ancestral temple more than ten miles away from the village. The names on these spiritual cards happened to be the names of more than 200 villagers who disappeared in this village.

The police spent more than a month and could not find out where the more than 200 villagers went, and what happened to those spirit cards?

However, during this month, the investigation team also discovered some strange phenomena, that is, every night, the more than 200 spiritual signs in the ancestral hall would suddenly disappear, and they would appear again before the rooster crowed the next day.

The investigation team studied the more than 200 spiritual cards for more than a week, but still found nothing. At that time, one of the investigation team decided to bring a few spiritual cards back to the department to ask other experts to study.

However, the man who took the spirit card away suddenly disappeared as soon as he walked out of Fengmen Village. Like the two hundred villagers, there was no trace left. But what was strange was that when the personnel of the investigation team counted the spirit card in the ancestral hall again, they found that there was an extra spirit card, and the name written on the spirit card was exactly the name of the disappeared investigator.

This discovery made the entire investigation team shudder, and they had to ask their superiors for help. Not long after, the guard office arranged two old masters to come over. After the two old masters arrived at the entrance of Fengmen Village, they did not even go in. They retreated with a drastic change in expression. They also warned the investigation team to leave immediately and never step into Fengmen Village again.

Originally, Fang Xiaonan arrived in western Hunan quietly, but Yang happened to call him and asked about Lin Yuyin's affairs, and threw the matter of Fengmen Village, Fenghuang County to him: "Anyway, I will pass there. You are still the 'Ban Inspection Envoy', so you can find out and deal with it."

"Fellow Daoist, I really envy you."

Just as Fang Xiaonan was wondering, when he was hesitating whether to refuse this or take the opportunity to blackmail some medicinal materials, Yang spoke again: "Your son Fang Xiaobao is so talented, and his recent advancement has been a thousand miles a day!"

When talking about Fang Xiaobao, Fang Xiaonan sighed helplessly. The baby son was in the hands of someone and had to bow his head. He had to say, "Thank you for your hard work, thank you when I come back another day."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Xiaonan finally realized for a long time: "What an old fox!"

In western Hunan, Fang Xiaonan searched with a mobile phone map and found that this small mountain village is in the middle of a tourist route in Hunan Province. A few dozen kilometers away is a minority tourist area.

The villagers were extremely enthusiastic about Fang Xiaonan's appearance, and many people even explained to Fang Xiaonan that the people of Hunan Province were very hospitable. They took out many specialties such as ginger candy, golden tea, maoji tea, blood duck, etc. to entertain Fang Xiaonan.

Fang Xiaonan finally understood why these villagers said so, because these villagers misunderstood him and thought he was put down halfway by some unscrupulous tour guides from the tour.

According to these villagers, this situation is so common. Every few days, they always encounter some tourists coming from Fenghuang to travel, but in the end they broke up with the tour guide and were driven off the bus by the tour guide.

There are many things in Fenghuang, because many travel agencies have made the gimmick of low-priced travel Fenghuang, which only costs a few hundred yuan and also includes round-trip air tickets. Some tourists are greedy for cheapness and sign up for these travel agencies.

In fact, it is impossible to fall from the sky. Travel agencies are also commercial institutions. It is impossible to rely on commercial institutions to do losses. Those so-called low-priced tour groups actually imply many traps.

That is, you have to follow the tour guide to shop at some malls, paint hundreds or thousands of yuan, buy some things that are only worth a few dozen yuan, and then the tour guide will get a high-priced commission. Of course, tourists are not fools, so they will naturally quit. So, this outbreak of conflicts.

Tour guides scold tourists for being unruly and tourists scolded them for slaughtering people. Therefore, in the past few years, the tour guides often let go of tourists halfway through. That is, in recent years, the Internet information has been developed, and many situations are easily exposed, so the situation has improved a lot.

Xiaonan didn't explain that the villagers regarded themselves as tourists, so it was fine. Finally, after lunch at a villager's house, a tractor in the village took a batch of poultry to send to the farmhouses in the tourist area, so Xiaonan just took a ride.

The driver was a middle-aged man. Because Fun Xiaonan wanted to ride, he specially made a few bundles of straw and spread them on the back seat car so that Fun Xiaonan could do it comfortably. Of course, the smell of poultry could never be covered up. However, Fun Xiaonan did not dislike it. He just lay on the straw, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, chatting with the middle-aged man in a mess.

"Uncle Niu, you should be able to make a lot of money by selling your poultry to those farmhouses."

"It's not much. An old hen costs two hundred yuan, and an ordinary chicken costs only fifty yuan per, but a goose will be a little more expensive."

Uncle Lao Niu is obviously a chattering man. He has to drive a tractor for several hours from the village to the destination, and someone will not be lonely when he chats.

"Yes, you have to make a little profit from the farmhouse. I guess you sell the poultry to them, and they sell it to tourists at several times the price." Fang Xiaonan nodded and replied.

"What's the point of making money? Those people are so damned that they are making crazy." Uncle Niu said while smoking a cigarette: "It's just to deceive you tourists from other places. These farm owners mixed the poultry that they bought from other places and the poultry that we raised from home and sold them according to the poultry they raised. Those tourists didn't know that they thought they were eating authentic free-range poultry."

After hearing Uncle Niu's words, Fun Xiaonan was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Will those tourists not notice it?"

"Hehe, which tourist will find that you, the people in the city, have not many people who have eaten their own poultry. When the boss fooled them, they thought they were really free-range poultry. They spent a lot of money, but they ate no different from the feed chickens on the market."

As soon as Uncle Niu opened the clip, he kept talking and began to tell a story to Fu Xiaonan.

At the beginning, a tourist was the owner of a chicken farm who raised feed chickens. The boss of the chicken farm took his wife and son to travel with the group.

At that time, the tour guide took them to a farmhouse. As soon as they got off the car, everyone saw a lot of chickens walking leisurely on the grassland, eating rice, one by one. These chickens were truly free-range chickens.

Finally, after the tour guide and the owner of the farmhouse discussed, they decided to kill eight chickens to entertain everyone. So the farmhouse staff caught eight chickens in front of the tourists and went to the kitchen.

Next, the tourists were waiting to eat chicken and thought, this is a chicken, each for more than 500 yuan, and they have to try it carefully later.

When the food came, tourists were eating this chicken. Hey, the taste was indeed different from what I had eaten in the city before. The chicken was the chicken, and the taste was delicious.

However, the only tourist who runs a chicken farm frowned secretly. He raised chickens and knew very well about feed chickens that the internal organs of feed chickens and domestic chickens are different. Because feed chickens eat all feed, the internal organs will be slightly whiter and cleaner.

As for domestic chickens, there are some other things to eat rice, the internal organs will be slightly harder and the taste will be slightly numb and a little hard to chew. The chicken in front of you obviously has the same taste as feed chicken.

The chicken-raising tourist beat a little bit in his heart. When he was going to the bathroom, he quietly walked towards the kitchen. However, he found that under the coal stove in the kitchen, the eight chickens caught were tied and thrown at the edge of the stove. On the contrary, there were many chickens with internal organs removed and hair removed in the freezer not far away.

Seeing this scene, the chicken-raising tourists knew what happened. The people in the farmhouse gave them feed chickens, but they caught a few domestic chickens in front of them and pretended. After their group of people left, it was estimated that these domestic chickens would be released again and then continue to fool the next group of tourists.

The final result of this incident is that the tourists quit. The owner of the farmhouse paid a sum of money to be considered as a matter of peace. But this also shows that many tourists are actually affected by their psychological influence. They always feel that the things in the mountains are better than those in the outside city, but in fact, what they don’t know is that what they eat is food that is no different from the vegetable market in their city.

"Since that's the case, then you real poultry, Uncle Niu, can't be sold?" Fang Xiaonan asked in confusion. If the farmhouse is making fraud, it only takes a batch of poultry to deceive tourists.

"Some tourists are very smart. They will stare at the boss. Even if they kill chickens, they have to watch them personally. Moreover, because of the fraud of the farmhouse, many tourists now do not believe in the reputation of the farmhouse. The bosses of the farmhouse have no choice but to put forward the slogan of slaughtering on the spot to comfort the tourists." Uncle Niu replied.

"So that's how it is." Fang Xiaonan nodded, indicating that he understood.
Chapter completed!