Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

After all, bamboo essence is squeezed from the demon bamboo.

The demon bamboo possesses half the strength of an immortal. The bamboo essence is extremely rare and the spiritual power contained in it can be imagined.

However, although the thing is good, Xiao Lin can't use it right now.

Qi Wu Yue shook the small bottle in his hand, as if he sensed something, and smiled.

Just bargain.

If you don't raise the price to an extremely high level at the beginning, how can you achieve your desired expectations in the end?

Qi Wu Yue threw the small jade bottle containing ten drops of bamboo essence into the mustard seed ring and placed it close to Bingpo to prevent the loss of spiritual power.

He searched through the furniture in the space magic tool again, and took down a piece of Daoyun Stone that nourishes spiritual creatures from a glazed screen. He crushed it and scattered it under the grape vines.

The source mud given by Zhu Qingping was buried under the grape vines.

The little Yin spirit squatted on the side, watching eagerly, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he said excitedly: "It's sprouted! It's sprouted!"

The originally dry grape vine suddenly sprouted a light yellow tender bud just a finger's distance below the cross section. It was just a small round bud that had not yet opened.

But this was enough to surprise the little Yin Ling, and her eyes became moist.

"Will they come back?" The little Yin spirit looked up at Qi Wu Yue with hope in his eyes.

Qi Wu Yue leaned over and rubbed the child's fluffy hair, saying, "Be patient and wait."

With the nourishment of the Daoyun Stone and the spiritual spring water, the wood spirit and the little clay doll will appear again at some point in the future.

Qi Wu Yue thought of something, hesitated for a moment, and said firmly: "I am sure that the man I met is your father."

The little Yin Ling had a blank expression on his face. He came again. He had clearly been dead for more than a hundred years.

Qi Wu Yue grabbed him by the collar and left. Today, the little Yin Ling had decided to be his father.

The little Yin spirit flapped its wings twice, but when it failed, it lay flat completely.

As for Xiao Lin, oh, because Qi Wu Yue was thinking about the things in the treasure house of Piyang Prefecture, he asked him to copy some.

Although the cultivation of the cultivators in the mortal world is shallow, they do not have any valuable and precious magical instruments or spiritual plants.

But Qi Wu Yue was a man who would snatch even a copper coin from a child, so he would certainly not be disgusted by this pile of insignificant meat.

He instructed Xiao Lin to make sure that nothing was left.

Xiao Lin: “…”

Qi Wu Yue: "If you don't want it, then it will be left to the next Piyang Mansion to take over. They are a public mansion, and the major sects will provide subsidies. Don't refuse it."

Sometimes Xiao Lin couldn't understand how Zhao Zhao's obsession and love for spiritual stones developed and remained, even though Southern Xinjiang was famous for its prosperity and he grew up there.

If Qi Wu Yue knew what he was thinking, he would probably tell him.

It’s human nature, and you can’t change it.

The dilapidated temple of Banbuxian.

The father and son finally recognized each other and cried bitterly.

Qi Wu Yue: “Tsk.”

The middle-aged man and the little Yin spirit look strangely similar in some aspects.

He said it, they are indeed father and son.

During the flood that year, the soul of the middle-aged man was mistakenly placed in the stone statue of the Half-Step Immortal.

However, unlike the little Yin spirit, the little Yin spirit has been warmed by the wood spirit's spiritual energy and is essentially a Yin spirit.

The middle-aged man just found a place to stay in the stone statue, but he is still a ghost in essence.

Judging from his species, he is an earthbound ghost and can only appear in a specific area, so after more than a hundred years, the father and son finally met today.

But it doesn’t matter. It’s good that they know each other’s existence. Although the middle-aged man cannot move freely, the little Yin spirit can.

The middle-aged man obviously still remembered Qi Wu Yue. He took out a bunch of familiar grapes from his arms. The grapes were purple and plump, and contained a trace of spiritual power.

The ability of the earth-binding ghost is to transform into something that happened before birth and it is 100% real.

Apparently this bunch of grapes is it.

The middle-aged man was embarrassed, but his expression was full of gratitude: "I have nothing to repay the immortal, these are grapes grown by me, please accept them."

Qi Wu Yue really wanted to tell the middle-aged man that he really didn't like the grapes in his house. Not only were they uniquely sour, they were also very deceptive.

Faced with the same expectant expressions from the father and son, Qi Wu Yue finally pinched a grape and ate it with a fearless look on his face.

Then Qi Wu Yue turned and left.

He never wanted to eat grapes again in his life.

I was so sad that I cried.

Qi Wu Yue cried in the wind and swore that the grapes were poisonous.

The beautiful silver eyes were covered with a layer of watery light, which was stunning and had a fatal attraction.

Xiao Lin stared at her for just a moment before lowering his long eyelashes, silently hiding the thick ink rolling up in his eyes.

He raised his hand and used his fingertips to wipe away the tears that overflowed from the corners of Qi Wu Yue's eyes, holding back the chuckle that was about to burst out of his throat.

He placed a freshly made sugar pill against Qi Wu Yue's lips.

He said in a coaxing tone, "It's all his grapes' fault. Hmm~ have a candy pill to sweeten your taste."

The coaxed Qi Wu Yue hummed with dignity, lazily parted her lips, and took the sugar pill from his fingertips.

Through the clenched teeth, you can see a little bit of the moist and shiny tip of the tongue.

The lips and fingertips separated as soon as they touched, soft as a kiss.

Xiao Lin bent his slender knuckles, gathered the soft hair and rubbed it slowly, then with a normal expression he tied the somewhat loose silver chain again.

Among the items looted from the Piyang Prefecture’s treasure house were spiritual stones, spiritual plants, and low-level magical instruments.

The spiritual plants were not very old, with almost none of them over a hundred years old, so they were all left to the villagers.

Xiao Lin told them to dilute the drug repeatedly when taking it. It was impossible to achieve a breakthrough in their cultivation, but it would certainly help them strengthen their bodies.

There are also some low-level magical weapons, which are given to the little Yin Gui to deal with. In the future, they can be distributed to children who can attract spirits into their bodies, so that they can have some self-protection power.

After all, the hidden danger of ghost cultivation has not yet been resolved.

As for the spirit stone, it belongs to Qi Wu Yue.

The two finally completed their mission in Piyang Prefecture. When they left, the little Yin spirit followed them.

He tilted his face, looking extremely awkward, "I, I just came to see you off and to thank Aunt Mu and A Ni on behalf of me."

Then he quickly glanced at Qi Wu Yue and said, "Don't be so self-indulgent."

Qi Wu Yue responded nonchalantly, raised the corner of his mouth, stretched out his two claws, and used both hands to ravage the face of the hypocritical child.

"The mud has been loosened. Don't you have any dignity left?" the little Yin spirit said dissatisfiedly.

The next second, it was pinched into a chicken's mouth.

Qi Wu Yue smiled and said, "Isn't this cute? Don't always act like an old man. That doesn't suit you."

"I'm over a hundred years old. I'm not a child."

"Then you can't be an old child."

"Humph."

Qi Wu Yue recalled a misunderstanding. At that time, the middle-aged man was praying in the Half-step Immortal Temple, saying that the child was abducted by evil spirits. As a result, they accidentally confused it with the matter of Mu Ling.

"Then your father said that the evil spirit is definitely not a wood spirit, so what is it?"

The little Yin spirit paused for a moment before saying, "It was a water ghost. Previously, a flood surged from outside the Mortal Realm into the territory, flooding Xiahe Village and killing many people in the village."

"My family was the unlucky ones who were drowned because of the low terrain."

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Qi Wu Yue: "Ahem..."

He quickly changed the subject, "Your father prayed in the temple that day and said that you were the god of literature who had descended to earth."

Little Yin Spirit: “?”

Qi Wu Yue teased, "No, I'm just curious. With your uneducated appearance, how could your father have the nerve to say such shameless words about you, 'The star of literature descended to earth, a talented man, who can recite it three times'?"

"Even if you love your own child deeply, you can't be blind in your recognition, right, senior brother?" Qi Wu Yue poked Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin suppressed the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "It is indeed unfair."

The little Yin Ling's face turned red, and after a long while, he managed to utter, "That's just an exaggeration of the master."

"It seems like you took the words your teacher used to praise others and applied them to yourself, and went home to show off to your father." Qi Wu Yue asked in surprise, and then laughed out loud.

"Hahahahaha..."

The laughter was rampant.

The little Yin spirit wanted to turn around and leave instantly.

He tried hard to suppress the urge to run away and held it in with his face.

For the first time, the pale little face turned pink like a peach.

Qi Wu Yue was supported by Xiao Lin's hand on his waist. He restrained his smile a little, and said casually with a serious look: "Okay, I'll send you here. We should leave too."

Xiao Lin released a spirit crane from the spirit beast bag. The spirit crane had a good flying speed. Piyang Prefecture was not far from Huo Fengzong, so their journey would probably only take two hours.

The two of them sat on the spiritual crane.

The crane flapped its wings and flew high into the sky.

Their figures were getting smaller and smaller. The little Yin Spirit was still waving his hands in front of him. He looked at the rapidly shrinking white dot and said softly, "Have a good trip."

The spiritual crane disappeared into the clouds in an instant.

Qi Wu Yue sat cross-legged on the broad back of the spirit crane, leaning on Xiao Lin and lazing around, while squinting his eyes to review whether there was anything he had overlooked.

The cause and effect should be clear.

A middle-aged man, helping him find his child, was rewarded with sour grapes.

To solve the cholera problem in Piyang Prefecture, Xiao Lin converted the wood spirits, and Zhuqingping paid for them with ten drops of bamboo essence.

As for the spiritual spring water and the Daoyun stone that helped the wood spirit and the little clay doll to slowly revive, they ended with the copper coin of the little Yin spirit.

There are many things in this world, but the most important thing is cause and effect.

I hate things like cause and effect the most.

There is nothing wrong with monks killing each other, but once mortals are involved, there are endless causes and effects.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the higher one’s cultivation level, the more prosperous one’s luck tends to be.

The benefits brought by people with great luck are not only reflected in the various opportunities and treasures obtained during the training, but more extremely in the ability to turn danger into safety.

This is almost a life-saving benefit.

But, it was filled with heavier things.

A lucky person may do you a favor by just a little effort, but the person who receives his favor must pay with his life.

Karma is not fair.

A drop of water from a river may temporarily quench the thirst of plants, but it may be planning to save the plants' tiny lives.

This is also the reason why Qi Wu Yue snatched the copper coin from the little Yin Ling.

It is better to calculate some things clearly. Sometimes it is not important whether they are equal or not, because value is something that cannot be measured. What is important is that there is cause and effect, a beginning and an end.

Qi Wu Yue thought of something and sneered, Xuantian Immortal Sect.

At the same time, somewhere in the suburbs of the Mortal Realm.

Something was dug out from the mud. It was a human hand, which was now being folded at a strange angle.

The palm twisted its wrist a few times with a crackling sound in the slightly cool air.

Then, as if it had gained intelligence, it fumbled around on the wet ground for a few times, but couldn't find anything to use as leverage, so it settled for the next best thing and grabbed a piece of grass.

If ordinary villagers passed by here, they would be scared and run away.

Because the hand was bluish-gray, obviously the color of a dead person's palm.

It grabbed the turf and slowly "pulled" more of the body out of the soil.

The corpse, stained with wet mud, was incomplete, and the gray neck was empty.

It's missing a head.

The headless corpse bent down and dug in the soil where he had "risen".

After a long time, they finally dug out a round stone that looked like a mud ball.

The stone is half black and half blue-gray.

The dark half had long, wet black strands of hair hanging down, like thin threads.

The corpse seemed to be inspired. It turned stiffly and took unsteady steps with its legs, moving towards a certain direction step by step.

That is the direction closest to leaving the mortal world.

"Fortunately, the corpse is not too badly damaged. If we sew up the neck, it can still be refined into a low-grade corpse puppet."

A strange black shadow waved to the headless corpse with satisfaction.

The headless corpse followed behind it like a tamed slave.

And that bouncing head.

(Have you noticed that the Mu Mu chapter is a huge closed loop? It starts with the little Yin Ling’s father and ends with the little Yin Ling’s father)

(Also, Bamboo Green Bottle, there is a little bit of drama in the academy, and there is also a plot about the Demon-Suppressing Mansion later. I already have a complete outline of the plot of this poor kid from birth to marriage.)

(That demon bamboo is his CP, they coexist as one, controlling each other, a big demon who does all kinds of evil x an elegant and upright monk)

(Fake Narcissus hehehe)

(Introduce the characters that appear next)

Faculty:

Dean: Banbuxian (a casual tourist, I don’t know where he is)

Vice Dean: Mo Xiguan (the real manager, at the peak of the Tribulation Stage) (a profiteer)

Three major sects: Xuantian Immortal Sect, Wuji Dao Sect, Guixu Sword Sect

The three great masters of Xuantian Xianmen: Xianzun Xuanwei, the first immortal magic master Luo Huanji, and the first alchemist Yao Bujiu

Lingtian Pavilion (Zhongzhou Supervision, the law enforcement department of the Xiuxian world)

Hehuan Palace (as notorious as Nanjiang) (actually a pretty fun group of people) (all handsome men and beautiful women) (purely the righteous sect’s own hypocrisy) (what’s wrong with a beauty (*￣ro￣) picking her nose)

Top experts can be summed up in two sentences.

Three statues, two emperors and one bald donkey (Zen), a half-step immortal is walking on the bridge.

(Three: Immortal Lord (Xuanwei), Demon Lord, and Heaven Lord (Lichen)

Two emperors: Southern Emperor and Demon Emperor

A bald donkey: The mystery of the Buddhist way

The one in the introduction (?w?)

Half-step Immortal (currently the strongest old man

(Love is a light, so green that it makes me panic)

(No more words, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes)

(Stir-fried tomatoes)