The villain's daily corpse collection

"Great Elder, you are worrying too much. I am fine." Huo Feng shook his head to deny it. Then he bowed to Wang Wei and said sincerely, "Thank you very much for your kindness, Miss Mo. I don't want to become your disciple. It's all my own problem. It has nothing to do with you."

After saying this, he coughed a few times, and it was unclear whether he was pretending to be weak or was really weak.

"I don't like to hear rejection." Wang Wei said in a deep voice. She had the innate aura of a superior, which made Chun He beside her feel uneasy.

Among all the gods in the heavens, not a single one could survive and refuse her any objection.

Huo Feng is just a nameless little priest. Now he has accidentally gained her power, but he is taking advantage of her here.

When she thought of this, she suddenly became furious. But her mind told her that she couldn't get her power back, and she couldn't kill the other person, so what was the point of getting angry? This kind of incompetent and furious behavior was not her style.

Chun He knew that Wang Wei was unhappy, and also saw that Huo Feng seemed to have other hidden secrets. Maybe he was really not strong enough and it was hard for him to speak. She quickly acted as a peacemaker: "Sir Mo Wei, the Lord God just woke up and his mind has not fully recovered yet, so please bear with his words and actions."

Chun He changed the subject and said, "How about this, if you have nothing to do, come back to Tian He Men with us. The matter of becoming a master and taking in a disciple should be done step by step. Since we have met by chance, why don't we get to know each other first before making other plans."

Wang Wei looked at the steps in front of him and said nothing.

Huo Feng listened to what Great Elder Chunhe said and was confused.

But he thought again, the elder's trip was not out of selfishness, but probably to recruit talented people for Tianhe Sect. Delaying like this and trying to keep Mo Wei, the god sent from heaven, would be beneficial to the future development of the sect. Now that things have come to this, it would be inappropriate for him to continue to refuse.

There is another thing, Mo Wei's strength is indeed unfathomable. For a moment just now, he almost thought he was going to die.

But this was exactly what he wanted. If Mo Wei went back with them, he could find a chance to anger her, and maybe he could rely on her to fulfill his wish to die. Of course, when he went to the underworld, he would ask the ghost messenger to clarify the matter, so that no one would be blamed for murder.

He looked down at his hands. Although his spiritual power was low, he was still using his divine body. In other words, he had no ability to commit suicide, so he could only borrow someone else's hand.

In order to restrain her breath, she wanted to complete the plan quickly and achieve success in one step. However, she did not expect that the least important level in her imagination would trip her up.

Seeing Wang Wei calm down, Chun He said to Huo Feng, "Don't be so hasty to refuse, Lord God. We have a long way to go. Let's go back to the sect together. You are talented and intelligent. You will be fine after a little rest and breathing. Don't underestimate yourself."

Huo Feng nodded, which was considered as his agreement.

Chun He observed the expressions of the two people and saw that they had no intention of refusing, so she breathed a sigh of relief. Being sandwiched between the two "sacred" mountains, Chun He felt that his business ability was becoming more and more amazing.

"Although we are no longer mortal, we don't have to stand in the snow. Why don't you go to my tent and sit down and have a rest?" Chun He made an invitation, and the three of them walked on the snow and entered one of the secondary tents.

Here, there is no exaggerated sky beyond heaven or pavilions and towers like in An's mansion, but it is very clean and tidy, without a speck of dust. There is a large couch across the middle, and tables and chairs are neatly arranged next to it.

It just doesn't have much popularity, as if no one has ever lived there.

"In the past few months, I have been guarding the body of the God in the main tent, and I dare not slack off. I am afraid that someone like Yangyue An will come and destroy our plan. Although other elders are also guarding by my side, I can't sleep or eat well. It's better to stay in the main tent all the time, so no one has ever lived here."

"You are really dedicated to your work, better than some gods who occupy positions." Wang Wei made a casual comment, and did not forget to drag down and belittle her former compatriots. Chunhe smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Great Elder, are we going back today?" Huo Feng asked. He hadn't been back to Tianhemen for a thousand years.

At the age of 500, he ascended to become a god, and at the age of 1,000, he was ready to run for the position of the supreme god. At about the same time, Yu Qingcheng died heroically in the Tianshui battle in the divine realm. When he woke up again, he had gone through many twists and turns in this world, and had gone through vicissitudes for 500 years.

He wanted to go back and take a look, but not much. His impression of this sect was still stuck in the past. He was born in a commoner family, weak and powerless, and there were countless people who avoided the cool and followed the heat. He couldn't get half the good of that world, so there was nothing to miss.

Chun He replied: "We will set off as soon as noon today. The conditions on the road are quite special, I will tell you in detail before we leave. Now is the time to replenish spiritual power."

She took out a space storage bag, which was only the size of a palm, but when she reached in and searched, it seemed as if there was a huge world hidden inside.

"Got it!" After searching for a while, she took out a carved wooden box. When she opened the box, she found that it was a lunch box.

"There are some steamed buns, dumplings, wowotou, flatbreads and so on in it. Take whatever you want to eat. It's enough!" Chunhe took out the food stock generously. There was still steam rising from the food, as if it was freshly baked an incense stick ago.

She picked up a soft yellow flour bun and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

What do you hope for?

"...You monks actually still need to eat?" She was knowledgeable, but she had never seen this before.

The first great elder of the sect who could control Feng Xu Yufeng, the best candidate to succeed to the position of the next sect leader, was now eating a steamed bun in a very ungraceful manner, with an extremely complicated expression.

Huo Feng also picked up a bun and started biting into it.

Chun He saw Wang Wei's expression which was difficult to describe, and smiled knowingly: "Lord Mo Wei, do you think this meal is too simple? In fact, this is not an ordinary steamed bun. It is made from the spiritual plants grown on the mountain of our sect. This is the fastest way to restore spiritual power and physical strength, also known as food supplement."

Then he picked up a steamed bun and handed it to Wang Wei: "I modified it, and it tastes really good. Try it, this one has chicken flavor."

Wang Wei waved his hand: "No, please go ahead."

"You really don't want to come? We still have a long way to go, and there's a section of the road that consumes a lot of spiritual energy. If you don't have enough spiritual energy, your body and mind may be in danger." Chun He felt a little regretful for failing in his sales pitch, but he still kindly reminded us.

"Since I was born, I have not swallowed any food. Apart from drinking water and practicing, I have not tried anything else."

Huo Feng suddenly stopped chewing and looked at Wang Wei.

"If you are really like the gods in the legend, drinking dew and eating wind, wouldn't that be a very boring life?" This time it was Chun He's turn to be shocked.

"There are thousands of delicacies in this world. When I was still a low-level cultivator, I would go down the mountain every day to try all the delicacies in the town at the foot of the mountain, such as lotus leaf chicken, snow mountain plum, peach blossom noodles..." As she spoke, she took a big bite of the steamed bun, "And the chestnut cake shop under the twelfth ginkgo tree on the mountain is a must-try. Many children from aristocratic families come here because of its reputation... Later, when my cultivation level was higher, I would occasionally go down the mountain to satisfy my cravings."

"...I really miss those carefree days, but time has changed, and those stores and those people are no longer there." Chunhe sighed.

Thousands of years have passed, but when I think back on the past, I always feel depressed.

Huo Feng also thought of something and seemed to be pulled into a sad memory, and remained silent.

"The desire for food and drink is the bottleneck of your cultivation." Wang Wei's words hit the nail on the head, piercing the inexplicably deep atmosphere, and Huo Feng suddenly came back to his senses.

"Yes! What you said is absolutely correct. So later I found a deserted hill and started studying how to combine spiritual cultivation with food, and it worked." Chun He shook the steamed bun in his hand.

"After all, I'm an alchemist, so I have a natural talent. Delicious food and elixirs are all things that can be eaten. Once I find the common ground, it will be easy to make a breakthrough." She was quite proud of her invention.

"You are a person with ideas." Wang Wei agreed after hearing the subsequent epiphany.

Huo Fengmo ate a few buns and stopped. Suddenly he felt thirsty, so he stood up, took the purple clay teapot and celadon cup on another table, and poured tea for Wang Wei and Chun He first.

Wang Wei took the tea from Huo Feng, took a sip, and said casually: "You offer me tea, does that mean you agree to be my apprentice?"

After hearing this, Huo Feng's expression did not change, but his hand trembled and some of Chun He's tea spilled.

"Look how scared you are. If you didn't know, you would think I want you to sell you to me." She did it on purpose, but she didn't expect him to be so easily amused.

"I'm not a monster, what are you afraid of?" Wang Wei stood up, raised her head and moved closer to him. Huo Feng lowered his eyes and looked into her eyes, but he couldn't help but take a half step back. He was obviously much taller than her, so why was he suppressed little by little in terms of aura?

Perhaps because the tent was so warm, he felt his cheeks flushed and hot from the heat. He shifted his gaze to the side, but still felt Wang Wei's pupils, which were as deep as a thousand-foot-deep pool, from the corner of his eye.

"Why are you staring at me? No matter how much you look at me, you can't regard me as your apprentice." He fought back.

"I think it's possible." Wang Wei looked indifferent.

"There is no such possibility. Don't even think about it. I will not accept you as my disciple." He tried to provoke her, but his voice was not loud enough so that Chun He would not notice any clues. Chun He was already rummaging through the drawers and packing up his things.

"Look into my eyes and say it again." Wang Wei tried to force his head to face her. But the palm she stretched out was like a fierce grab. She paused for a moment, then grabbed Huo Feng's right cheek. Huo Feng was also stunned for a moment, then pulled her hand away from his face.

Just now, she tried to strangle someone out of habit, but then she forcibly changed her route and stopped.

I almost killed him again, it was a close call, Wang Wei thought.

I almost died, what a pity, Huo Feng thought.

They were slightly separated from each other, expressionless, but each with their own thoughts.

Chun He had almost finished cleaning up by now, and he was grinning as he looked at the two people who seemed to be playing not far away.

The God King Resurrection Plan, which lasted for 500 years and 4 months, has finally come to an end. Although there was a lot of turmoil at the end, fortunately no disciples died, and those who were injured were handed over to medical practitioners for treatment, and fortunately they were all fine.

It was quite satisfactory, and I was worthy of my master's ancestors. Chun He walked to the corner, lit three incense sticks, and bowed three times to a tablet in front of him.

Wang Wei turned his head and saw the name on the tablet, and felt that it looked quite familiar.