Comprehension Dragon Soul

Yin Baichen was nowhere to be found, and Si Minglang did not look for him again, although the doubts in his heart not only did not decrease because of the news Yin Baichen told him before, but increased, but now he wants to put his mind more at ease. How to return to the sphere of influence to which the righteous path belongs.

Those little demons who exchanged live animals for plant materials came back three days later. This time they prepared more sacrifices and more people came. They chose another passage and went a little farther away. In the open space, the plants there seem to grow better and the condition is slightly better.

Si Minglang finally understood why the special blood-sucking plants in this entire valley grew lush and lush. It turned out that these little monsters divided them into areas and would take turns to raise these strange plants according to certain rules.

Monks don’t use this kind of elixir material often. In the jurisdiction of cultivators, there seems to be other ways to obtain this kind of herb. The natural growth of this kind of herb is enough to meet the needs of elixir refining. , after all, the efficacy is similar to this kind of elixir, and there are many elixirs that are more convenient to refine.But looking at the appearance of these demon cultivators, I'm afraid that this herb has another effect on demon cultivators.

The two pulse-condensing stage monks wanted to hide the truth from these little monsters who didn't even have the foundation-building stage. As a result, under the judgment of experienced leaders, the little monsters who picked herbs this day, tremblingly persisted for a longer time, and returned to their own with a lot of harvest. In the village where I live, on average, everyone has harvested about [-]% more than usual, and everyone is smiling.

And Ao Rui and Si Minglang, just behind these little monsters, went to the villages of those monster clans together, whether it was to inquire about the way to the cultivation forces, or choose to go to the big city to find out if there is a way to Xiaoyaojian. According to Zong's method, one must first find the place where the demon cultivators live together.

Just followed those little demons who came out of the valley where the plants were raised, and finally became more active. After a while, Si Minglang and Ao Rui looked at each other, and said to each other through voice transmission: "Can you understand what they said?"

Ao Rui fell into a deep sleep for 8000 years. The mortal world does not know how many generations have been replaced. It is not easy to maintain the common language in the cultivation world. Although his accent has changed, he can still communicate with Si Minglang. to communicate.However, although the characters used in the demon world are still the common language, the language has changed almost completely different from that used by the monks.

Although some words have similar usage and pronunciation, they sound like a completely different language.

Si Minglang and Ao Rui never thought that they would come to the demon world so early, and neither of them thought of learning the language of demon cultivators. Can't understand.

But there is no other way, if they don't even know the language, they can't pretend to be demon cultivators who go out to travel, and when they are reported to high-level demon cultivators, they won't care that you are a decent disciple of a famous family. As long as it is handled cleanly without leaving any traces, even if Xiaoyao Jianzong has doubts, it will be fine.

Speaking of getting along with demon cultivators and orthodox monks, it's not like the waters of the well. Out of concerns about the alliance between the demon cultivators and the demon cultivators, most of the time the monks turn a blind eye to the friendly agreement signed with the demon cultivators. Eye, as long as it's not too much.

Sandwiched between demon cultivators and orthodox monks, although there are constant internal disputes in the demon world, and there is not even a single force that can confront a certain sect, this is already the most stable period of development in the demon world.

Relying on the powerful soul of the monks in the pulse condensing stage, Si Minglang and Ao Rui eavesdropped on the pronunciation of those little monsters along the way, and then communicated with each other through their souls. One person and one dragon barely analyzed a few commonly used sentences and their meanings. , with the common language of the monks as a reference, these contents are not too difficult to understand.

Those little demons didn't travel very fast. After walking for about half an hour, seeing that the sky was getting dark, they arrived at a small mountain village.The demon cultivators are not as proficient in building houses as ordinary people, and the whole mountain village looks a bit dilapidated.These little demons who live in remote areas are equivalent to mortals in the demon world, and their lifespan is also similar to that of mortals. A large part of them have mixed blood and cannot stimulate what the demon cultivators call "vital force". Strength, unable to awaken the bloodline inheritance, no matter how hard you try, you can't reach the realm of foundation building.

And because the bloodlines of the little demons are chaotic, if they refuse to give up, the possibility of using various methods to stir up bloodline riots will fail.It is true that there are successful people who want to awaken a certain bloodline, but out of a hundred little demons, there may be only one who can succeed, and perhaps not even this proportion. Died suddenly, or lost control of the only mana in the body due to a sudden blood pulse, which is equivalent to half a cripple, and there have also been cases of becoming an idiot because of the blood pulse, in short, the risk is extremely high.

In addition to the little demons with chaotic bloodlines, there are also many little demons who are mixed blood of humans and low-level demon cultivators. They do not have the spiritual roots of monks, nor do they have the means to stimulate their bloodlines. The chaotic blood demon at the bottom of the demon cultivator also has a very difficult life.

The small village that Si Minglang and the others followed looked dilapidated, but when they returned home in the evening, every household could raise smoke, and more than half of the houses could light candles. relatively wealthy.

Just getting close, Si Minglang and Ao Rui sensed something was wrong in this mountain village. They looked at each other, tacitly concealed their own aura, surpassed the little demons who were walking slowly, and rushed to the edge of the mountain village. There were three or five white-bearded old men with sad faces standing at the door. In the middle was an old lady with snow-white hair and serious complexion. Her pair of white fox ears drooped slightly. She was already the most human-like of these little demons.

On the side far away from those old men is a brightly dressed young girl, at least with a foundation-building cultivation base. Her transformed Dao body is very complete, and there is no part related to her feet.Realizing that this mountain village might face a lot of turmoil, Si Minglang and Ao Rui hid silently aside.

Those little demons who were happily heading home, looked at those people waiting at the gate of the village, who were humming and joking with each other, suddenly became dull, as if a storm was about to come, and the anxiety and worry were heavy. pressed on top of their heads.

When we got closer, the previous worries were indeed confirmed, and the old woman coughed dryly: "Master Zi is the emissary who specially presents the congratulatory gift to the demon king for us untouchables. Boys, prepare the gift for us. Let’s put down all the congratulatory gifts.” The girl chuckled: “Madam Hu is ridiculous, I don’t know if I can go to the wedding banquet.”

The old lady looked at the villagers with gloomy expressions in front of her. The ears on the top of her head seemed to be drooping even more. She looked several years older. She said firmly: "Master Zi has a bright future. I rely more on you, why are you so modest?" The young girl was full of spirits, and laughed: "Madam Hu is indeed from the mansion, and her knowledge is different from that of ordinary country people." She took the other party's compliments as a list. Take it all.

Most of the conversations with these people were Si Minglang and the others who didn't understand. Paying attention to the expressions of these people, they guessed the general idea of ​​the matter.But it's not convenient for them to come forward now, so they can only watch all this helplessly.

Under the gaze of such a high-ranking demon cultivator, those little demons who were still proud of their harvest that day wiped their faces and put down their backpacks patiently. None of them Anyone who dared to express their dissatisfaction in front of the envoy, the last little demon who dared to speak disrespectfully to the tax collector, was shot dead on the spot by this proud-looking demon cultivator without blinking his eyes, that was Mrs. Hu's only son, Madam Hu almost cried to death.Now even Mrs. Hu has to greet that little girl with a smile, how can the villagers not control their mouths.

After checking the materials in the basket, the Master Zi blinked, and Madam Hu showed an eager smile: "Today's harvest is [-]% more than usual! I must have known that the envoy came to pick up the demon. The congratulatory gift from the king, a good omen given by the heavens!" There was a smile on Master Zi's face, and after Mrs. Hu stuffed another sachet into her hand, she waved and accepted the herbs, and turned to go to the next one. The village is gone.

After that figure completely disappeared into the sky, the leader of the village who was responsible for leading other people into the valley to collect materials spit on the ground indignantly: "It's not that the tax was collected half a month ago!" With his support, he didn't fall down directly, and insisted: "After all, the Patriarch is preparing to go to Luodu this time, so how can we do it without a suitable congratulatory gift?"

After those little demons went back home with sad faces, Si Minglang and Ao Rui avoided the village and set up a concealment formation on the nearby hilltop. Looking at the scattered lights in the village, they sighed and said: " No matter where you are, life is always difficult." Xiaolong looked at the direction that the banshee Xiu was going: "Then I will go to that banshee, and bring back the things she stole, and return them to these little demons." How about it?"

Si Minglang touched Xiaolong's cheek, and laughed: "Silly boy." If this matter is easy to handle within the monk's sphere of influence, now they are in the demon world, and these little demons still have to rely on the so-called "patriarch" To survive on this land, if he can help this time, can he continue to help these people?

Si Minglang was in a trance for a while, and fell into a mysterious feeling. Xiaolong didn't understand the feeling of a powerless person struggling to survive, but it was the most unforgettable memory of the last moment in his previous life.

Si Minglang, who was dying, and Si Minglang, who was now successful and vigorous, seemed to overlap at this moment.