After Transmigrating I And The Villain

No matter how the big hens pleased their owners, Su Ling still ruthlessly let Grandma Li kill one.

Granny Li seemed to be frightened. She was very reticent. After Yi Heng appeared, she completely shrank her neck and hid in the wood shed after finishing work.

There used to be a lot of firewood in the firewood room. After she came, Su Ling moved the firewood to the kitchen and vacated it for her to live alone.

No chili was added to the chicken soup hot pot at night.

Su Ling has ripened a whole vegetable patch these days. The strange thing is that there are not many vegetables in every piece, just enough for one or two meals. After eating hot pot, Granny Li picked all the vegetables. After washing, Su Ling took advantage of this time to throw down the seeds again, and used spiritual power to ripen them.

She has done these very skillfully.

The only shortcoming is that the endurance is not enough. At present, Su Ling's ability can only spawn four or five plants in one breath. After that, he feels thirsty for spiritual power, but after a rest, he can recover a lot.

Grandma Li was busy going in and out, seeing the movements in Su Ling's hands, every time there was awe in her eyes, and she never dared to be presumptuous.

Yi Heng didn't open his eyes behind his hands, but he didn't feel blind.

He is slender and standing on the side of the door. He is exceptionally tall and straight, with thin cheeks, thin waist, and gentle appearance. He faces the vegetable field, ‘seeing’ a small back.

The more I look at it, Yi Heng sighs. He is the same natural spirit body as this little apprentice, and the other's talent is much better than him. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a daughter of the gods. Sex is also extremely small, and the fairy road is flat.

It's just that she is still very weak now, whether it is for the thoughts in her heart or for the sake of being a natural spirit body, he has to pave the way for her in the future, otherwise she will definitely be bullied in the future.

But the difficulty is that he is seriously injured now, his cultivation base has fallen to the foundation stage, he can't even open the Universe Bag, and he can't take out many things, so he can only rely on Su Ling's own ability to improve his cultivation. He can't help much. .

I don't know how much he can teach her before those people chase her.

As if perceiving Yi Heng's gaze, Su Ling, who had just ripened a potato, turned her head, smiled immediately, and said in a loud voice, "It's going to be all right now, Master, you sit down first."

"Okay." Yi Heng nodded, but didn't move, looking at her all the time.

It wasn't until Apo Li had finished preparing the hot pot that Su Ling put the remaining seeds away, washed his hands, and started cooking the chicken soup hot pot.

If you want chicken soup, it will naturally have to be simmered for a certain amount of time.

In order to reduce time, Su Ling learned to put spiritual power into the fire without a teacher. The practice of this world is not the same as the spiritual roots in the novel. The elements between heaven and earth can be sensed. It mainly depends on personal comprehension. , And physique.

How to use spiritual power depends on talent.

Su Ling tried it once before and directly detonated a pot. Later, he figured out the maximum endurance. Now the spiritual power enters the firepower, with a slam, the flame is instantly hotter, and the original boiling water in the pot is boiling as if it was going to Turn the waves.

Under such high-temperature cooking, about a quarter of an hour, Su Ling smelled a hint of the scent of chicken soup. At this time, the spiritual power in her dantian had been exhausted, and she closed her eyes to rest.

When Yi Heng left the customs today, Su Ling was a little happy, and the corners of her lips were still raised during the rest time. He was so happy that all the small animals around could perceive her emotions. The spiritual energy gathered and dispersed around her. The surrounding creatures benefit.

The two puppies had obvious perception. They ran to Su Ling's feet and lay on their stomachs, lazily closing their eyes and enjoying the spiritual energy as they passed through the whole body. A very rare bit of it entered its body and nourished its spiritual power. .

Su Ling obviously has no outside eyes, but she can still clearly feel the changes around her. The two dogs at her feet are very comfortable, and the little chickens not far away are also very cheerful. Granny Li is a little nervous and keeps using her sleeves. Wiping sweat, I have nothing to do for the time being, and I have to find something for myself.

The man standing by the door... was looking at her with a gentle look, even if he didn't open his eyes.

Su Ling also looked back, and even obviously felt that as time passed, the more spiritual energy accumulated in her body, the clearer she perceives.

"叽!" A crisp bird cry sounded.

Su Ling naturally came out of this mysterious state, looked at the path in front of him, took a deep breath, the spiritual power in his hand overflowed, obviously a little more refined than the spiritual power just now.

Yi Heng's eyelashes trembled. Compared with Su Ling's natural spiritual body physique that everyone in the cultivation world envied, this mentality of being able to settle down at any time was actually even more precious.

The road is really paved by the sky.

After half an hour.

The pure chicken soup was finally made. The chicken had been boiled to a little wood and had a normal taste. Su Ling picked it up, leaving only the yellowish thick soup.

The stove is still burning slowly, the soup is gently tumbling and not intense, and the prepared vegetables have been washed and put on hand.

"Master, well, you can eat!"

Yi Heng nodded and moved over. He had already smelled the chicken soup, the mortal food with a lot of impurities than before. This time the chicken soup has very few impurities.

The little apprentice was very enthusiastic and gave him a small bowl of soup first: "Taste the soup first, I didn't give too much condiment, it's original."

Holding the hot soup, Yi Heng took a sip of it slowly. The salty flavor entered his mouth, and it was a little hot, directly from the tip of his tongue to the bottom of his heart.

The heat of the soup seemed to engulf his eyes, and there was a little more heat, just because it was tightly closed, no one saw it.

He chuckled softly: "It's delicious."

When I was young, I always heard my brothers miss their parents. The most talked about was that every time they went back, their parents would make various soups for them.

Yi Heng still remembers the disgusting and showy look on their faces at that time.

It turns out that it tastes like this.

But the one who gave him the soup was a sixteen-year-old girl, a very cute girl.

Yi Heng subconsciously drank the second and third sip, and when he recovered, the small bowl of soup had been drunk.

Su Ling was very happy to see this. The chef's happiest thing was nothing but the diners who finished her cooking.

"After the soup is finished, we can blanch the dishes. There are other seasonings here, so we can choose our own." Su Ling kept holding hands, delivering the dishes to the soup in bits and pieces. At the same time, based on his own experience, he introduced: "I am the best I like this cabbage, it is very tender after being boiled, and it is full of chicken soup!"

"Taste it for the teacher." Yi Heng replied very naturally.

The two cooperated tacitly, blanching each other's dishes, and eating them as soon as they were cooked.

At first, Yi Heng, who only thought about tasting, had eaten very happily without knowing it, and he ate more than Su Ling. As a monk, he really wanted to eat, and he could eat it all the time.

Su Ling was still full and raised the white flag, and that was the end.

Yi Hengyi put away his chopsticks, looking at the plate that was wiped out by the two, and then added vegetables again, and said softly: "Okay, it's all finished, it's time to practice."

"Okay, Master." Su Ling swallowed, rubbed his swollen belly, and nodded nervously.

It felt like I had just eaten with the teacher, and the teacher wiped his mouth and said: Okay, it's time for the exam.

She suddenly felt that her stomach hurts.

Fortunately, Su Ling passed the assessment.

Although she is not doing business properly, it is precisely because of this that her spiritual power is constantly consumed in her body, and then re-accumulated, and is consumed again, repeating the cycle. On the contrary, her practice speed is much faster than others.

Just...not a bit offensive.

Gongfa is the foundation of the cultivation base, and Jue is the means of attack. Yi Heng mainly teaches Su Ling, it is all kinds of Jue.

As a novice, the master can pinch a dharma decision as soon as her mind moves, but she needs to earnestly follow the instructions and run the spiritual power through the necessary veins before she can use it.

Its complexity is no less than a small week of spiritual power.

Therefore, the speed of the practice can be imagined. It takes a long time to practice, and he is so hungry when he comes out, so Su Ling has no chance to do other things at all.

She felt slow and wasted time, but in Yi Heng's eyes, she was extremely frightened.

Of course, it was not the first time Yi Heng was surprised by Su Ling, so he slowly became surprised and got used to it.

Su Ling, who is looking forward to the praise: "..."

Su Lingyan started to practice the next law jue with his head, just halfway through the run, a soft drink came from outside, interrupting her thoughts: "Miss Su, I'm here again! I wonder if the immortal has grown out of the gate?! "

Su Ling turned his head in annoyance, and saw outside the open door, a figure of a man in jinyi was coming from outside, just at the gate of the courtyard. The man was using his hand as a horn and was shouting.

Her face turned dark, and she replied: "It's out of the customs!"

The man in Jinyi suddenly lit up, eagerly picking up the simple courtyard door, not daring to push it open, and eagerly said: "Miss Su, can you help me introduce it? I am willing to spend his wealth and apprentice!"

There is a chance to become an immortal. Who doesn't want to grasp it? I heard that there is a foundation-building monk here. Even the emperor was alarmed, but the imperial city was too far away from here, and the news did not come, but the famous families in other areas have already started one after another Came here.

It's just that Yi Heng hasn't left the customs. Everyone dare not bother easily. They only said that they hoped that Su Ling would let Yi Heng leave the customs.

But Su Ling... busy practicing exercises these days, he gets dizzy and forgets.

Su Ling touched her nose, looked at Yi Heng, explained the matter in a low voice, and then asked, "Master, do you want to see?"

Yi Heng frowned slightly.

Su Ling thought he was unwilling, so his heart was tight, and he was a little expectant.

But when she saw him nodding, she was a little bit disappointed. She didn't want to have a brother, right?

Yi Heng opened the door directly and went out.

He liked to be dressed in white, he was handsome and unparalleled, and his temperament was outstanding. When he appeared, he was impressed by the man, and knelt down on his knees: "Ye Wushuang, the son of the city lord of Xia Yong'an, is very longing for the spiritual world, and begged the immortal to let him Serving on your partner and side, you must do your best..."

"I don't plan to accept any more disciples." Yi Heng said softly.

With a few simple words, Ye Wushuang's endless words stopped, looked at him frustratedly, and wanted to plead again.

Yi Heng's face is slightly cold: "Leave quickly, don't come later, otherwise you will save your life!"

Su Ling was just about to be happy and Yi Heng decided not to accept disciples. Hearing this, her heart felt cold, and she almost forgot that Yi Heng was actually a Demon Lord, not a real Master Ruyu.

She raised her heart for fear that this person would not have long eyes.

Fortunately, Ye Wushuang's face paled a lot, but he nodded in despair. He didn't say anything. He saluted respectfully and turned to leave. Su Ling couldn't bear the vicissitudes of his back, but she didn't say anything.

Su Ling didn't go out until the person disappeared.

I saw Yi Heng ponder for a moment, and said with some distress, "It's really annoying to set up a formation as a teacher. It's not good if you can't control it."

Su Ling glanced at him silently, and nodded in cooperation: "Yes! Let's make a formation."

If the devil can't help it, someone will bleed.

If Yi Heng knows her heart, he must answer her: He does not need to bleed.

As the son of the city lord, Ye Wushuang had a smooth life. This was the first time he was hit by this. When he left, his face was pale, as if his soul was out of his body.

Walking out in a muddle-headed way, I suddenly heard someone asking on the road: "This son, may I tell you the direction to the bamboo house, is that right?"

Ye Wushuang glanced and saw that he was a young scholar, guessing that he was also seeking immortality. He hesitated for a moment, but nodded: "From here, you can see if you keep walking."

"Thank you." The young scholar was overjoyed. He was a road idiot. He stumbled all the way. He didn't know how many detours he had taken. He finally got on the right path. He breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his pace.

Two hours later.

The young scholar leaned against the tree with his legs soft and looked at the sun that was about to set, feeling worried: "Why... I can't find it? I'm so foolish as to be like this? If I walk straight, I can go wrong?!"

Just when he was about to despair, an alluring fragrance floated to the tip of his nose...