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By the lake in Qingyu Lake.

A simple earthen platform had been set up on the shore of the lake. The villagers gathered at the edge of the platform, and carried the pigs and cows tied up in the village. They were waiting for the Taoist's method before they tied these living offerings up with stones and sank them into the lake. The reporter Peter professionally held a camera in hand as he took pictures of the villagers.

In front of the lens of this handsome foreign man, the villagers did their best to show their best.

"A girl's voice suddenly entered his ears." A Lou, there's a handsome guy from other countries taking photos! " The one who spoke was Qin Fen. She was also a reporter for the school's magazine section on campus. This issue of the magazine wanted to make a special publication about Qingyu Lake's sacrificial activity, so Qin Fen brought her camera and came to Qingyu Lake's side.

As for why Bai Lu also came over, it was because Qin Fen heard that the scenery here was beautiful and she did not want Bai Lu to study all day, hence she dragged her out to let her relax.

Peter pretended not to hear what Qin Fen said and continued to take pictures of the villagers with her camera.

"He seems to be a reporter as well." Qin Fen said to Bai Lu.

Bai Lu glanced at Peter's direction. Although she did not see Peter's reporter's card, the camera in Peter's hands looked rather expensive. Therefore, she nodded. "It should be a reporter."

"Handsome foreign reporter, little brother," Qin Fen looked to be in a rather romantic mood, "Should we go up and greet him?"

Bai Lu immediately shook her head, "Stop disturbing him, right?"

Qin Fen pouted. Actually, she wasn't too interested in handsome men either, she just felt that coming out with great difficulty, with Bai Lu still so bored, would have no meaning in going out.

Bai Lu shook his head once again. "It's best if we don't disturb him."

"Is it because Zhou Shao doesn't want to play together with you?" Qin Fen asked her tentatively, "Are you angry with her?"

Bai Lu immediately revealed an angry look, she extended her hand and scratched Qin Fen's waist: I told you to continue spouting nonsense!

Qin Fen was the most ticklish, she quickly smiled and twisted her waist to dodge the "attack" of Bai Lu.

Peter listened in on the conversation between the two for a while, but didn't hear any important news. Then he turned his attention away from the two girls.

He and the village chief began to talk.

"How many years has the village been here?" Peter asked the village chief. His Mandarin was fluent and he did not have the weird accent Foreigners usually had.

"Our village has moved to the Qingyu Lake's side for more than four hundred years." The village chief excitedly introduced the history of the village to this foreign reporter, "Originally, our ancestors lived in the north, but in order to avoid the war, they hid over at the Qingyu Lake's side."

Peter nodded and listened seriously. This foreign journalist was handsome and polite. His attitude towards others was very amiable and likable.

"When did you start offering sacrifices to the river god?" Peter asked the village chief. As a reporter, it was understandable that he would be interested in the topic of the river god.

"The village chief pondered for a while, as if he was deep in thought." "A hundred years," said the village chief. "No, two hundred, perhaps?"

"No more than two hundred years?" Peter continued to ask.

The village chief nodded his head in affirmation. "No more than two hundred years." Then, he began to talk about the matters of the ancestors with Peter.

Peter did not reveal any expression of impatience, but only listened attentively, and from time to time, he would nod his head or throw out a question to indicate that he was listening seriously. Talking to such a person was something extremely enjoyable, so the Village Chief opened his mouth and told Peter everything he knew.

As the two of them chatted, a yellow taxi suddenly drove over. The crowd quickly moved to the side, making way for the taxi.

A tall and thin man alighted from the carriage. He held a bamboo pole in his hand, and on the bamboo pole hung a piece of sackcloth. The word "Immortal Karakorum" was written on the sackcloth. He was the Daoist priest responsible for offering sacrifices that the villagers had spent money on.

Seeing that the Daoist Priest had arrived, the Village Chief immediately brought Peter over to the Daoist Priest's side.

"High Half-Immortal!" The village chief greeted the tall and thin man.

The tall and thin man used his hand to pinch the two strands of beard on his lips as he smiled and greeted the village chief. Just as the Village Chief was about to introduce the reporter Peter to the High Half-Immortal, the yellow taxi rolled down the window.

"Car money!" Who's going to pay for the car! " The taxi driver called impatiently from the car.

High Half-Immortal faked to feel for his own pockets, the village chief immediately stopped him from doing anything, and said: "No need, no need to trouble Half Immortal, let me! Let me help Half Immortal pay! "

"Sigh!" How can that be! " High Half-Immortal fumbled in her pockets as she spoke, "Whatever you do, it's whatever. I have to pay for the taxi myself!"

But before he could reach into his pocket, the village chief had already paid for him.

Seeing that the village chief had already paid, High Half-Immortal put one hand behind her back, while the other hand habitually pinched the beard on her mouth. We cultivators cannot take advantage of you mortals. " High Half-Immortal said to the village head, "However, we'll forget about it this time. There won't be a next time."

The village chief quickly nodded his head. The High Half-Immortal was in charge of every sacrifice, and all expenses were taken care of by the village. Now that the High Half-Immortal had said these things, the village chief knew that he could not take it seriously.

"This is a foreign reporter," the village chief introduced him as High Half-Immortal, "Mr. Peter."

"Ouch!" High Half-Immortal looked at Peter and noticed that he dressed like a genuine reporter.

"I wonder which newspaper or magazine Mr. Peter is working at?" High Half-Immortal hurriedly greeted Peter. This was a good opportunity for him to become famous. If he had known this would happen, he would have prepared himself to come back here.

"It's a small newspaper in English and Geely," Peter said humbly. "Half Immortal must have never heard of it."

However, since it was reported, it was definitely a glorious matter. High Half-Immortal raised her spirits and said loudly: "Since that's the case, then I shall make an exception and allow Mr. Peter to shoot with me!"

Qin Fen and Bai Lu also looked over.

"Probably." Bailu nodded.

"Let's go and interview him as well!" Qin Fen held onto Bai Lu's hand and walked over.