Really not a villain

11 years ago.

"Master, master! This disciple is going down the mountain!"

Mu Jiangling yelled and ran, startling a group of birds and beasts in the forest.

He rushed all the way into the wooden house under the shadow of the jungle, and almost knocked out the books held in the hands of the people in the house.

Ping Xiuyu pinched the center of his brows helplessly, and blamed him: "Why are you still so reckless, why should I let you go down the mountain without worry as a teacher."

"Master, you can't break your promise!" Mu Jiangling turned pale with shock.Since he was picked up on the street, he has been in this mountain for 15 years. He can even count the mushrooms growing on the roots of the trees. He is even more familiar with the nests of birds and beasts. It is said that a rabbit moved its nest three times in fright.

"It is indeed time for you to experience the world." Ping Xiuyu tapped the scroll lightly with his fingers, as if thinking, "Don't make trouble."

"How can I make the master worry about it, the disciple naturally knows it well."

Ping Xiuyu put down the book, walked up to him slowly, and stroked his hair: "It's so tall."

Mu Jiangling still liked this master very much.

He drowned in his previous life, and the first thing he saw when he woke up was Ping Xiuyu.It was the body of a little beggar about one year old, who probably died of starvation, but Ping Xiuyu accidentally picked it up.

At that moment, he was very nervous and scared, waving his bony arms wildly, knocking over the medicine brought by Ping Xiuyu time and time again.What's worse, the little beggar can't speak yet.Mu Jiangling was suffering in his heart. He didn't know where he was right now, and he didn't know who this kind-looking person was, so he couldn't ask.

He only remembered that this man patiently decocted the medicine again and again, talking to himself in a soft and pleasant language that he couldn't understand.

After he learned to speak, he once asked Ping Xiuyu what he had said to him at that time.

Ping Xiuyu thought for a moment, then said gently: "At that time, I asked you where you came from, who you were, and where you were going."

Mu Jiangling: "..."

He couldn't help but be in awe.

To be able to seriously ask these three questions to a one-year-old child who can't even speak is unusual, extraordinary.

Since then, he has been determined to follow his master to practice, and he has not gone down the mountain for 15 years.

After cultivating, Mu Jiangling discovered to his astonishment that his cultivation was higher than his master's.

So he picked a day when Ping Xiuyu seemed to be in a good mood, and asked, "Master, why is this disciple's cultivation..."

Ping Xiuyu closed the book with a snap: "Higher than a teacher?"

Mu Jiangling's eyelids twitched, flustered: "Don't bother Master Qingxiu, this disciple is going to prepare breakfast."

After all that, just put oil on the soles of your feet, and you're going to run away.

"Stop." Ping Xiuyu stopped him, put down his book, got up and straightened the wrinkles on his clothes, and said unhurriedly, "Your current cultivation is only for practicing Qi."

Mu Jiangling: "Huh?"

Refining essence, transforming qi, refining qi, transforming spirit, refining spirit, returning to the emptiness, refining the emptiness, and combining the eight realms, and I have only climbed to the third level. Isn't the master——

Ping Xiuyu didn't shy away from it, nodded and said: "That's right, I'm just a teacher to transform my energy."

Mu Jiangling was dumbfounded.

Generally speaking, as long as one knows the way to practice, ten out of ten people can achieve Qi training, unless the aptitude is extremely poor, horrible, rare in a hundred years - the waste spirit root.

Is this... unintentionally exposing Master's shortcomings? ? ?

Mu Jiangling's heart was full of alarm bells, and he rushed forward, hugging Ping Xiuyu and crying piteously: "Master, did you suffer a lot to be weary of the world and live in seclusion here..."

Ping Xiuyu patted his little apprentice's head: "No. Don't pretend, I will punish you to double your practice today."

Mu Jiangling quickly stopped his tears: "Master! You are avenging your own private revenge!"

Ping Xiuyu: "Yes."

Mu Jiangling: "..."

That night, he was so tired that he couldn't climb up the bed, so he rolled the quilt and fell asleep on the ground.

In a daze, it seemed that someone hugged her onto the bed, and even tucked the corner of the quilt intimately.

Although the days on the mountain are boring, they are also warm.Now that he was about to go down the mountain in a blink of an eye, Mu Jiangling could be said to have mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, and was quite reluctant to part with it.

"Disciple, disciple?" Ping Xiuyu called several times before bringing him back to his senses, "I have nothing to give you as a teacher, go and fetch the sword from the attic."

Mu Jiangling said in a daze: "But, that sword is not..."

I remember that I was curious for a while, and sneaked up to the attic, hoping to see what the master's cherished sword would look like after it was unsheathed.As soon as he touched the sword, Ping Xiuyu quietly appeared behind him, kicked him out of the attic, ordered him to stand with a porcelain bowl on his head, fill up the water, and stand for an extra half an hour if he spilled a drop .

Then I stood motionless for a full two hours, my back ached and my back hurt, and at the last moment a flower squirrel jumped down from the tree and swept over the bowl of water with its tail.

——Don't think that you don't know that your master secretly raised two squirrels! ! !

Ping Xiuyu: "Not yet."

"Oh oh oh." Mu Jiangling hurried to the attic, took the sword down, and handed it up respectfully.

Ping Xiuyu stretched out his hand and gently stroked the simple lines on the scabbard, but he didn't answer it: "It's yours now."

Mu Jiangling: "Master!"

Ping Xiuyu said lightly: "This sword has no name at all, but since you want to enter the world, you should call it Hongchen."

After a pause, he said again: "Remember, don't meddle in human affairs. You have to watch and listen with your heart, but you must not act."

Mu Jiangling tilted his head, puzzled, and asked, "Why? Shouldn't we fight against injustice?"

Ping Xiuyu: "Traveling against heaven and earth, man is a passer-by. What is a passer-by? Standing on the sidelines, seeing all kinds of things in the world. Traveling all over the rivers and mountains, experiencing vicissitudes of life. One day, your heart will no longer be moved by changes, and you will see the real way."

Mu Jiangling listened honestly, but he didn't care.

So and so, what is the difference from an old man who is about to enter the earth at the age of seven or eighty?

"Go. Today, five years later, I will be waiting for you to return as a teacher."

Only when Mu Jiangling descended the mountain did he realize that this place is called Nanzhou, which is under the jurisdiction of Qingyuntai.

There is a Nanchuan City in Nanzhou, which was originally a bustling and lively place, but for some reason, an epidemic broke out.

Qingyuntai sent people to investigate the source of the epidemic, and found out that the rat demon was causing the trouble.

The owner of the teahouse sighed again and again: "The fairy master of Qingyun Terrace is really right. In recent years, there will be many monsters that will harm the mortal world. He asked me to wait for mortals to be more careful, but this...how careful...sigh..."

Mu Jiangling took a sip of tea: "Then why don't we get rid of that rat demon?"

"Hey, the young man said it lightly." The owner of the teahouse shook his head, "Qingyun Terrace is the place of the Immortals, regardless of the secular world, the real person in charge is the Inspection Department of Nanzhou."

"Isn't the inspection department also from Qingyuntai?"

"They are all disciples of the outer sect. Xiuxian asked only for a superficial repair. How can he compare with the real disciples of the immortal sect? Only the steward of the inspection department is a specially appointed disciple of the immortal sect. But that one, what use can it be?" ?”

"Oh? So useless?"

The owner of the teahouse hurriedly covered his mouth: "Young man! You can't say that! That mouse monster is cunning and cruel, and can make holes. It's not easy just to block it. Manager Zhao..."

"I know, shopkeeper, tell me more about the rat demon." Mu Jiangling was in high spirits, subconsciously stroking the lines on the scabbard with his fingers, "Where is the rat demon? Why don't you like to be active at night? Come out to be a demon during the day?"

…………

After getting the news he wanted, Mu Jiangling paid the money and walked out of the teahouse.

On the empty street, only a few shops have opened, and it is full of depression.

It's just killing a rat demon, it shouldn't matter if it's done, and you hide your merits and fame deeply, right?

Thinking of this, Mu Jiangling couldn't help feeling a little bit hot.

The angry horse in fresh clothes is reckless and arrogant, sweeping away all the injustices in the world.

Who hasn't been a little young and frivolous?

That night, he squatted at the mouth of the mouse monster's lair, preparing to chop off the mouse monster's head the next morning.

According to what he thought, it should be a big rat king walking in front, followed by a group of little rats. To catch the thief, capture the king first.

However, Mu Jiangling never expected that what the owner of the teahouse said was "a lot", it was really a lot.

In the early morning of the second day, a muffled sound like thunder suddenly came from the depths of the ground. The rat monster army rushed out of the hole, like a gray-black tide, they did not dodge or avoid people when they saw them, and passed by rumbling.

This kind of posture seems to have adjusted the positions of humans and rats. Thousands of troops trample on an ant. Rats are thousands of troops and humans are ants. No matter how powerful you are, it will not help.

Rats swarmed over, messing up the place.Mu Jiangling lay on the ground for a long time before he managed to get up. There was an indescribable smell on his body that almost made him vomit on the spot.

Mu Jiangling covered his nose, feeling sour: "Oh my god, this..."

Suddenly a clear voice came from the tree: "You are so reckless!"

Mu Jiangling: "Who?!"

I saw the leaves rustling, and a young man jumped down from the tree. He was about the same age as himself, with a clear and proud look on his brows. He didn't wear a weapon on his body, but he felt a sense of refinement.

The young man didn't go any closer, and stood still and said: "By tonight, you will have a fever, and then you will feel extremely itchy in your internal organs, and you will be unbearably thirsty. In the end, you will either scratch your own intestines and rot, or die of dehydration. There are many more corpses, and I have to work hard to collect them for you."

Mu Jiangling looked at his arm in disbelief, and murmured, "Plague?"

"It's the plague, and it's not the plague." The young man picked up a branch, thought about it but lost it, and ordered from a distance, "Pull up your sleeves."

Mu Jiangling did as he said.

There were already many oozing red spots on the arms, which were still faintly blue.

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