Really not a villain

Just when Mu Jiangling was thinking wildly, Ying Chen picked up a stone and threw it on his forehead: "It's muddled."

"Hiss—" Mu Jiangling covered his forehead, and when he saw the porridge cooking in the pot, the edges were faintly burnt, and there was a strange smell coming out. He was shocked, quickly extinguished the fire, and took out a bowl. The white and brown are mixed together, and the appearance is really miserable.

He used a tree branch to scrape away the soil under the ashes, dug out the soil shell and cracked it open, picked a few leaves and wrapped it with fresh, crispy and tender chicken and handed it over, and asked quite intimately: "Do you want another bowl of sweet potato porridge?" ?”

Ying Chen glanced at the contents in the bowl with disgust.

Really disgusted.

So Mu Jiangling drank up the porridge, not a single drop was left, and accidentally choked, causing Ying Chen to frown.

Eat and drink enough, it's time to leave.

Ying Chen asked, "Where are you going?"

Mu Jiangling replied: "Go to the nearest town. Then go south to Danxia Mountain."

"Going to Lingnan?"

"That's right." Mu Jiangling nodded. He didn't want to tell him what to do at first, but after thinking about it, he couldn't get rid of it anyway, so he simply said, "Go ask Liufang Palace to borrow something."

Ying Chen was puzzled: "What is that?"

"?" Mu Jiangling suspected that he had misheard, and asked a monosyllabic question, "Huh?"

Even if Miao Jiang is a little bit off, it's not going to be like this, is it?

Mu Jiangling couldn't believe it. He looked him up and down several times, as if he wanted to strip him naked and cut him up to see where he came from. He was so lonely and outrageous. .

The Liufang Hall of the Twelve Immortal Gates is taken from Liufang Baishi.

Immortal Lord Shi Kongjin is the third Immortal Lord of Liufang Palace, with an indifferent temperament and dislikes disputes.His disciples have never walked in the world, so the whole Danxia Mountain is extremely mysterious, and others only know it is a fairy mountain and blessed place shrouded in clouds and mist.Compared with Qingyun Terrace, ordinary people around Danxia Mountain live a relatively comfortable life. Their ancestors have lived here for generations, without worrying about food and clothing, and without worrying about being oppressed.The inspection department is useless, as long as the handed-in grain is piled up after the autumn harvest every year, it will disappear the next day.Some people swear by it, saying that they have seen immortals stepping on the moon at night, and they took all the things away with a light wave of their sleeves.

For Liufang Palace, Mu Jiangling didn't feel too bad.It's just that the Twelve Immortal Sects have always been in the same spirit, and the disciples of the sects all meet each other as brothers and sisters, so it is not too much to collect some interest on the debts owed by Qingyuntai at Liufang Palace.

Danxia Mountain is located in the south of Lingnan, with a warm and humid climate and abundant aura. There are many rare herbs that are not commonly seen elsewhere on the mountain, including the extremely rare Bailucao.

There is a saying that the reeds are green and the white dew is frost.

White dew grass is a companion spirit grass, it blooms without leaves, and it only grows near a plant called Shu.The grass stems are low and the flower spikes are soft. Occasionally, when the cold wave hits, they will suddenly appear in pieces, and then quickly covered by the petals of Bailucao. From a distance, it looks like a reed covered with a layer of frost. It's like a dream, it's a wonder.

And Bailu Grass, also known as Resurrection Grass, is rare to see in a hundred years, even in Danxia Mountain, it has only been seen a few times over the years.

Ask Liufang Palace for a loan, that is a very polite way of saying, Mu Jiangling intends to steal it.

Of course, there is no need to tell Ying Chen about this.

After hearing this, Ying Chen raised his eyebrows in disdain: "Xianmen? Hmph."

"You don't even look down on the immortal sect???" Mu Jiangling was inconceivable, "You don't know how miserable the cultivation families are today, not to mention those sects who founded their own sects, all of which are classified as scattered by the immortal sect. Xiu, you don't even have a name. Let me tell you, when you see the Immortal Lord, you won't be scared to death..."

"Noisy."

"Then what, if you are being targeted by some fairy sect, don't come looking for me. One Qingyuntai will chase me to the sky and into the earth, and another one, I'm afraid I will have to hide in the eighteenth floor of hell."

Ying Chen: "You're not afraid of those people."

Mu Jiangling jumped up: "Nonsense! Who said I'm not afraid! Of course I'm afraid, I'm scared to death! Unless I find a place to cultivate to the level of Dao, or Xuan Yichen will have to come down the mountain one day, I will not be cut off by a sword !"

Before Ying Chen asked "Who is that" with a blank face, Mu Jiangling continued to chatter very consciously: "Xuan Xichen, you definitely don't know, and if you know, there is a ghost. Does Qingyuntai know? Zongli Sect, that is the head of the 72 Blessed Lands, the disciples under the sect acted insanely, the mortals in the governed land were suffering unspeakably, and the leftover food had to be handed over to the Immortal Sect, so it is ashamed to take the "Qingyun Straight Up" as such. Name, I really don't know how to write the word 'skin'. Sooner or later, they will not be able to go to Qingyun, and they will kick the ground to eat dirt... Cough, is this Xuan Xichen, the fourth fairy master of Qingyuntai, who is old? He took the position of his master lightly, and his cultivation is in the right place, it is said—”

Mu Jiangling suddenly fell silent.

Ying Chen: "It is said?"

"Hahaha it's nothing, I made it up casually, and I got stuck halfway through it, don't take it to heart, don't take it to heart." Mu Jiangling said haha, vaguely leading it.

From birth, even if a person is born with the best spiritual roots, it will take at least a hundred years to reach the state of Mahayana without any hindrance, even if he refines essence to transform Qi, refines Qi to transform spirit, refines spirit to return to emptiness, and refines emptiness to combine Taoism.Just like when a person eats, no matter how fast he eats, he still has to open his mouth to eat and swallow. It is impossible to directly move the food into the stomach.

But there is one exception.

The realm of devouring others.

This is not as simple as devouring the spiritual power. If the spiritual power is gone, it can be cultivated back. If the realm falls, it will never come back. It will be like this for a lifetime.And if you devour other people's realm, you can only stay in this realm for the rest of your life, and you can't make any further progress.This kind of forbidden technique, which is useless and detrimental to morality, hardly anyone would think about using it.

However, the strange demise of the previous Qingyuntai Immortal Lord, and the fact that Xuan Xichen was too young, gradually began to spread a theory.

Xuan Xichen devoured his master's realm.

It stands to reason that a monk who is in the realm of the Dao can't help him with plotting and poisoning. From ancient times to the present, I have never heard of a monk who is in the realm of the Dao being swallowed by someone.But people, I like all kinds of gossips that are exaggerated and shocking. The rumors are spread in such a way that people have to believe them.

But none of this has anything to do with Mu Jiangling.

He simply doesn't like to gossip behind people's backs, especially this kind of tongue that sounds nonsense, according to his own words - it's very unreasonable.

The town in front of Cangwu Mountain is not too far away, named Yucheng.

Of course it's not a bustling city, it's just a very quiet town.Walking straight from the west of the city, after half a day, there will be an old commercial road, and now there are no caravans left. I think the city was very lively and full of shops in the past, and now only the old shopkeeper of the inn in the town occasionally talks about it. That's it.

Mu Jiangling used a trick to sneak into the city easily, bought two bamboo hats, and a candied haws.

Ying Chen didn't want to refuse straight away: "I won't wear it."

"Huh? Don't you want to wear it?" Mu Jiangling bit the candied haws, and couldn't stop looking at his face, "The things on your ears and hands are too ostentatious, they jingle and sparkle like a light bulb, and move towards me After one stop, how can I keep a low profile?"

"Light bulb?"

After skillfully eating the sugar coating on a hawthorn, Mu Jiangling raised his head and said solemnly: "The other name of Ye Mingzhu is what my family calls it."

"Oh."

"Just cover it up. Here, do you want candied haws? It's delicious."

Ying Chen: "No."

Mu Jiangling: "You said the same thing to the beggar chicken last time."

Ying Chen: "..."

Ying Chen: "You buy a new one."

Mu Jiangling looked back happily and bought another one.

Ying Chen took a mouthful, paused for three seconds, and swallowed, that face that had not changed color before the collapse of Mount Tai seemed to be about to crack.

A cunning flash flashed in Mu Jiangling's eyes, and then he pretended to be innocent and said, "Isn't it delicious?"

Ying Chen's complexion changed again and again, and he choked out a sentence for a long time: "You can eat it."

Mu Jiangling: "It's too much, too much."

He said that he has a strong taste, so he specially asked the uncle who sells candied haws to pick sour hawthorns, and made a special candied haws out of the wrapped syrup.The old man even pulled himself to tell him not to let others eat, otherwise his signboard of candied haws would be ruined.

Ying Chen narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, slowly ate the remaining half of the hawthorn, and then handed the rest over: "Here you are."

"...No, no, you are too polite." Mu Jiangling hastily raised the candied haws in his hand, "I haven't finished eating yet."

Ying Chen: "Then eat two skewers."

At the last lunch in the restaurant, Mu Jiangling didn't move his chopsticks and just covered his cheeks.The candied haws are sour enough, the uncle is really solid.On the other hand, Ying Chen, after slowly enjoying the crab noodles, sauced pig's trotters, braised fish head and shredded chicken sauce, said in distaste, "It's too salty."

…………

Mu Jiangling really wanted to blow his head off.

Although it must be himself who was hammered in the end.

The saddest thing in the world is that you can't beat the opponent if you want to fight, and you have to eat and drink all the way.

Just as Mu Jiangling was immersed in boundless sadness, there was a sudden commotion in the street.

"Immortal masters go out, idlers avoid them!"

A chariot slowly approached, with spirit beasts in front of them all in white, and attendants behind them holding light banners, shouting in front and embracing behind them, very grand.

Mu Jiangling poked his head out for a look, then quickly retracted, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up, hurry up! Let's go!"

Ying Chen was also unambiguous, put down the chopsticks and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Mu Jiangling: "..."

Just as Mu Jiangling turned out the back door of the restaurant, the chariots on the street stopped.

A gentle and clear voice like spring breeze and rain came from under the layered curtains: "You guys wait here."

Then the breeze blew by, and the figure sitting upright in the car was gone.