Really not a villain

Mu Jiangling wanted to reason with him, but he didn't know where to start when he was full of words. It took him a long time to say: "Don't let them find out what I said, you..."

You kicked the hole open with one foot, and what was exposed can no longer be exposed!

But people didn't buy it: "You didn't say that."

Reading comprehension is zero.

Mu Jiangling was heartbroken, remembering that in his previous life, the Chinese teacher with gold-rimmed glasses framed his words in a correct tone, shaking the test paper like fallen leaves, spitting all over the place, just because he scribbled on it, Almost had a heart attack with excitement.

Suddenly, I really want to take this one back to my Chinese teacher to see it.

"No..." Mu Jiangling opened his mouth and found that he couldn't say anything. Under the cold gaze of those vertical pupils, he finally surrendered, "I'll go to the place where I stayed before to get a change of clothes."

To be honest, he didn't really understand what kind of world he came to, even though he had lived here for more than ten years.

It is said to be cultivating immortals, but there is no record of anyone cultivating immortality in the historical records here, not even legends.

Say it's not about cultivating immortals, go out and sleep with the sword, meditate, fly to the sky and escape freely.

But no matter how advanced your cultivation is, your lifespan will only double that of an ordinary person.Hades wants you to die in the third watch, but keeps you in the fifth watch.

What surprised Mu Jiangling the most was that there was no mustard seed storage ring or anything like that here.Even if you are a Taoist monk and have reached the realm of the unity of man and nature, you still have to go out honestly with a package on your back.

Once he also asked questions: "What's the use of cultivating immortals? Fighting?"

Then Master beat him ten times with a ruler, and stood in the ice and snow for an hour with two buckets of water.

From then on, I never dared to say a word of nonsense again.

Mu Jiangling stopped and walked, heaved a long sigh, and glanced at Ying Chen who was following behind: "What are you doing?"

…………

Well, he understands, this guy won't be able to get rid of him for a while, and he won't be able to get rid of him, so he can only confess honestly, begging him not to make any more messes.

As he walked, he turned around and added, very worried: "The thing just now..."

Ying Chen: "I won't do useless things."

Mu Jiangling secretly rolled his eyes, stopped talking to him, and just walked forward with his head buried.

The place to stay is in a thatched hut not far from the small village at the foot of Cangwu Mountain.

Originally, the thatched hut was too dilapidated to live in. It was he who asked the villagers for a few bundles of thatch to build the house, so he managed to live there.

Mu Jiangling stepped on the lush grass and shrubs with one foot deep and one foot shallow, pushing aside the overlapping and hanging branches.

Ying Chen absentmindedly followed behind, pawing at leaves, picking some wild fruits, and bumped into Mu Jiangling who stopped suddenly, and the few wild fruits he was carrying fell to the ground with a clatter. gone?"

Mu Jiangling turned around slowly, showing an almost indifferent expression, and said lightly, "Let's go."

After finishing speaking, he bypassed Ying Chen and walked back on his own.

Ying Chen glanced at his back, then stretched out his hand to push aside the branches in front of him.

There were burnt black marks on the ground, and there were only a few wooden frames left in the thatched cottage, which were blackened by the smoke, standing there crookedly, and splashed with a pile of unknown pickled things.

Ying Chen turned around and walked a few steps quickly, following Mu Jiangling: "Where are you going?"

"In the village."

Seeing the entrance of the village from afar, and a few ridges across the fields, one could smell a faint smell of blood. The corners of Mu Jiangling's eyes twitched slightly, and he turned his head and said, "You'd better not go there."

Ying Chen: "Why?"

"..." Mu Jiangling said sincerely, "I'm afraid I'll scare you."

Ying Chen: "Chick."

Mu Jiangling: "...It's up to you."

There are corpses with different appearances everywhere in the village, old and young, men and women, inside and outside the house, all of them are frightened and distorted, but the wounds on the corpses are surprisingly the same, only a short fatal wound on the neck, like It is generally drawn with a dagger.

Mu Jiangling turned a blind eye to it, and only picked a clean place on the road, heading for the biggest brick house in the village.

When he reached the gate, he tried to push it, but the red lacquered wooden door didn't move at all. Then he skilfully climbed over the wall from the side, found the master bedroom, cut off the copper lock on the camphor wood box, and found some plain clothes at the bottom of the box. Come.

Ying Chen had been silent all this time, but at this moment he suddenly said, "Who killed those people?"

Mu Jiangling rummaged through his clothes for a moment, then continued to search: "I don't know."

"It's a dagger wound."

"Oh?" Mu Jiangling finally raised his head and looked straight into his eyes, "What do you want to say?"

Ying Chen said coldly, "I'm just discussing the facts."

Mu Jiangling's reaction was even colder than his: "Oh." Then he picked up the clothes he found, kicked the wooden box lid, turned and walked out the door.

Ying Chen moved and stopped in front of him, without any intention of giving way.

"What are you doing?" Mu Jiangling laughed coldly, "There are so many people using daggers in the world, maybe someone accidentally passed Cangwu Mountain, accidentally found this village very annoying, and accidentally slaughtered the entire village And I just happened to be relatively close to here, and I happened to bring a dagger, and I just happened to use it pretty well!"

Mu Jiangling spoke faster and faster, his voice became slightly sharper because of excitement, he took a deep breath after finishing the long sentence, and was about to continue to say something sarcastic, but Ying Chen stepped aside and stepped aside.

Mu Jiangling: "?"

He really didn't understand what this sullen guy was thinking.

He cautiously took a step forward, and then another step.

Except for the usual cold stare on him, Ying Chen didn't do any threatening actions.

Although he couldn't kill himself, it would probably be no problem to smash the house down with one punch and bury himself.

But that guy is like a boring gourd, letting his mind twist and turn, his facial paralysis is still as stable as a mountain, who knows what he is thinking.

When he stepped over the threshold, Mu Jiangling was still confused, so he asked a little more: "Don't you think I did it, and then want to eliminate harm for the people?"

Ying Chen's body was covered with snowflakes again: "You used a sword in the first place."

Mu Jiangling nodded with interest: "And then?"

There was a blizzard blowing around Ying Chen: "I'm just talking about the facts."

"Oh—" Mu Jiangling suddenly realized.

He probably understood what Ying Chen meant.Chinese teachers should be very pleased with their reading comprehension.

This guy was really just talking to me about the dagger and the wound, but I misunderstood that he was doubting me, and didn't take his "just as it stood"—probably this annoyed him, so he stopped me from leaving.

——"You used a sword in the first place." It was easier to understand, he saw that the wound was caused by a dagger, and it was an authentic way of using a dagger.And even if he uses a dagger, it is not difficult to see the habit of using the sword.Although the difference between the two is subtle, it can still be discerned if you look closely.

I have to say that those disciples from the cultivation family are really short-sighted, and they deserve to be played around by Qing Yuntai.

Mu Jiangling translated the words completely for him: Of course I know you didn't do it, I'm really just talking about the facts (you idiot).

So he was in a good mood, and his steps became much lighter: "Then who, don't follow."

Ying Chen: "Why?"

"I'm going to take a bath in the river." Mu Jiangling turned back with a smile, "Do you want to go together?"

Ying Chen expressed disdain with his eyes, then went out through the window.

Very good, very good, anyway, he doesn't have a hobby of taking a bath with a man.

After taking a shower, change clothes and relax.

Satisfied, Mu Jiangling decided to get something to fill his stomach.

For example - a crispy and tender beggar's chicken.

After a while, while smearing mud on the pheasants by the river, he thought regretfully: why can't the immortals be fasted?

Yes, bigu does not exist here.

Introduce qi into the body, wash the marrow and cut the bones, follow the nature, and seek the unity of man and nature.

What does it mean to conform to nature?To put it simply, it is to conform to human nature.Unless your "desire" hurts the nature and goes against the Dao, then it is absolutely unacceptable.

Under the avenue is human desire.

Appetite exists in nature, if it is deliberately curbed, it will damage the state of mind of Taoism.As with man, so with God. ——Mu Jiangling has always suspected that the founder of the mountain who said this might be a foodie, otherwise why would he just bring up his appetite and talk about it in a serious way?While thinking wildly, he threw the mud-coated pheasant into the hole dug in advance, filled it up, and lit a fire on it.

The sun was gradually setting, and the reflected river surface was bright red like fire.

about there.Mu Jiangling got up and stepped on the fire, and pulled out the beggar chicken that was buried below. The mud that had been applied had formed a thick layer of mud crust. He picked a stone and tapped it lightly, and the mud shell cracked open, revealing the The red date inside is bright, and the chicken is tender and fragrant.

He slowly took out a bottle of salt that had just been delivered, sprinkled a few grains casually, tore off a chicken leg, and took a bite. It was really soft and tender, leaving a fragrance on his lips and teeth, and his eyes narrowed in happiness.

While eating, Mu Jiangling suddenly felt cold all over, and raised his head belatedly, there was someone more in front of him at some point.

Mu Jiangling was busy eating chicken, so he didn't know why: "?"

The tempting aroma of beggar chicken permeates the night sky, and it is exciting to think about eating a mouthful of steaming chicken on a cold autumn night.

Maybe... this guy wants to try it too?

Say what you want to eat!

There is a saying, food, sex, sex... Cough cough cough, Mu Jiangling quickly straightened his crooked thoughts, cut off a thin piece of chicken with a dagger, and handed it over.

The brightly colored and fragrant chicken was dangling on the tip of the knife. Ying Chen seemed a little confused, moved closer to smell it, and then turned his head away in disgust.