Being a villain is also popular in the world of self-cultivation

In the evening, the sky was dark.

In Shen Fu's Mausoleum, there is a small mound of earth in a corner, the soil on it is still fresh, it looks like a new tomb.

Holding a dagger in his hand, Shen Chi carved words on an empty wooden tombstone stroke by stroke.

Soon, a row of beautiful handwriting jumped neatly on the stele. The handwriting was the ancient seal script that Shen's mother loved most during her lifetime.After erecting the stele in front of the grave, Shen Chi took two steps back, kowtowed three times to it, and got up to leave.

After Shen Chi left, the man who was in the alley before appeared in front of this lonely grave, and his eyes fell on that simple tombstone.

The tomb of Chi Yuanjia, the loving mother——in 2381 of the Lingji period, Shen Chili. '

His eyes wandered over and over again on the word Shen Chi, and he stretched out his hand several times, as if he wanted to touch those two words, but he seemed afraid of disturbing something, and finally took it back.

After a while, the man kowtowed three times towards the tombstone in front of the tomb where Shen Chi had just knelt before, and chased in the direction Shen Chi left.

It was night, and there was a riot at the city gate.

The reason was that an old man was pushed down by a city gate guard, and then a group of beggars came out of nowhere and began to boo.

Everyone's attention was focused on the dispute, and no one noticed a thin figure walking out of the city gate through the gap.

After three hours, the chaos gradually subsided.

In that small house, beggars who also took advantage of the chaos and slipped away gathered around the fire, counting the money they got with satisfaction. The leader was the old man who was pushed down by the guards just now.

After leaving the city smoothly, Shen Chi did not follow the official road, but turned into a secret path along the moat.

There was no star in the dark sky, and the wind whimpered and tore the yellow leaves on the branches.

It will rain.

Shen Chi patted the dead leaves that fell on his body, and slowed down his pace.

Having had the experience of his previous life, Shen Chi will never choose to cultivate demons again in this life, but he also does not want to cultivate immortals.

Most demon cultivators have weird personalities, tyrannical killings, and actions from the heart, and the final result is mostly wiped out in the calamity; while immortal cultivators have too many shackles, the so-called karma follows the way of heaven, and all kinds of rules and regulations are really not what Shen Chi wants.

But since he told the system that he wants to cultivate immortality, Shen Chi's next plan is naturally to go to the immortal gate to learn from his teacher. As for the exercises he will practice, he has already made a decision in his heart.

It was a skill that he had inherited from the great power of formation in his previous life. Unfortunately, this skill has extremely strict requirements on spiritual roots, and only those with pure spiritual bodies who have never practiced any skills can practice it. .That's why Shen Chi didn't make the move of abolishing the magic path and switching to cultivation in his previous life.

In his previous life, Shen Chi had also read many immortal cultivation classics and demonic cultivation techniques, all of which were very different from that one. In other words, it was a unique cultivation system, neither immortal nor demonic.

The only sect that will recruit disciples in the near future is Chengjianzong, the largest sect in the Chuling world, and it is the sect that Shen Wuhuo will worship.

Thinking of Shen Wuhuo, Shen Chi's expression became much colder.

Although the two were from the Shen family in the previous life, apart from Shen Chi fighting him a few times because of his identity as a demon cultivator, they all ended in defeat, and they have had little contact with each other.

Winner and loser, even if he died under Shen Wuhuo, he would have nothing to say, but in the end Shen Wuhuo destroyed the only relic left by his mother.

Shen Chi's fingers covered the slightly cool jade ring on his wrist, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly with a cool look.

In the middle of the night, the wind calmed down, and a small deserted temple appeared on the side of the road.

The old, dusty wooden door made an unpleasant creaking sound, and then it swayed to the two sides. The dust that had accumulated for an unknown amount of time fell down, and with the faint light of the fire, Shen Chi saw the house everywhere. with spider webs.

He picked up a stick at random, knocked down the spider webs one by one, and lit the two big white candles next to the shrine with a torch. There is a crisp sound on the chip.

It was windy again.

The rain was poured in along the door of the small temple by the wind, and the roof that had been in disrepair for many years began to drip water into the house. Except for the shrine, there was no place to stay in the small temple for a while.

The candle was blown out by the first wave of wind, and the small temple fell into extreme darkness again.

Shen Chi closed the door of the small temple, but did not light the candles again, but followed the memory to enter the curtain behind the shrine.

[Host, someone is here. 】

When Shen Chi stood firmly behind the curtain, the system sounded a reminder.

After about half a stick of incense, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. The man's footsteps were particularly heavy amidst the sound of rain, but listening carefully, he was a little superficial, as if he had suffered a serious injury.

Obviously it should not be the season of thunder, but at this time the sky suddenly thundered.

With a bang, the door of the small temple was pushed open.

Through the curtain, with the light of lightning, that person's face clearly appeared in Shen Chi's field of vision, which made Shen Chi's eyes slightly widen.

——Shen Wuhuo, why is he here?

At this time, Shen Wuhuo's body was completely drenched by the rain, and his left shoulder seemed to be injured. The diluted blood was dripping down the drenched skirt of his clothes, and Shen Chi could smell the smell on his body from a long distance away. The smell of blood.

Before entering the door, Shen Wuhuo stretched out his right hand, pinched his left shoulder that was still bleeding, and drenched in the rain for a while, making sure that the blood would not drip on the threshold of the temple before entering the door, and then turned the door valve away with his backhand. superior.

The wind was shut out again, but the rain continued to drip.

Shen Chi's body was half wet from the rainwater leaking from the hole in the roof, but he didn't move at all, he just held his breath in the darkness, waiting for Shen Wuhuo's next move.

After burning an incense stick, he suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground——Shen Wuhuo fainted.

After another quarter of an hour, Shen Chi slowly walked out from behind the curtain, one hand picked up the unburned candle in the shrine, and the other hand held a dagger, calmly stopped at the place where Shen Wuhuo fell, stretched out his foot After lightly kicking it twice, he found that the other party did not move, so he put the candle in his hand on the slightly dry ground, took out the torch, and lit the candle.

Under the reflection of the fire, Shen Wuhuo's eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, blood was flowing from the wound on his shoulder, staining the stone floor under him red.

Shen Chi remembered that in his previous life, Shen Wuhuo was rated as the most beautiful man by many immortal cultivators, but because Shen Wuhuo was always serious, no one dared to mention it in front of him.

At this time, Shen Wuhuo looked like a 15-year-old boy. Although his face looked a little immature, it showed his handsome outline in the future.

However, Shen Chi has never paid much attention to his appearance, otherwise he would not have used his terrifying appearance of being afraid of ghosts in his previous life.

Therefore, he is now considering the possibility of stabbing the dagger in Shen Wuhuo's heart into Shen Wuhuo's heart when he is unconscious.He has not forgotten what the system said before, the protagonist cannot be erased before the end of the plot.

Can't, not can't.In other words, no matter what method he used, he couldn't kill the hero.

This kind of plot setting is really... interesting.

Thinking of this, before the system reacted, the dagger in Shen Chi's hand stabbed towards Shen Wuhuo's defenseless heart very quickly!

Just when the dagger in Shen Chi's hand was about to pierce Shen Wuhuo's chest, he saw a layer of white light suddenly appearing on Shen Wuhuo's body, like a protective shield. Shen Chi heard a squeak in his ear, and he held the dagger in his hand. Being bounced away suddenly, the force was so shocking that his mouth hurt.

[Host, are you okay? 】The system asked aloud.

[What's on him? 】

[Back to the host, this is the reason why the hero cannot be erased, the energy in him, 013 calls it the protection of heaven. 】

shelter?After saying this word twice silently, Shen Chi took two steps back, picked up the dagger that fell on the ground, sat in a dry place under the shrine, and waited for the rain to stop.

As for Shen Wuhuo, who was drenched and still oozing blood, let the heavens protect him.

The system obviously sensed that Shen Chi was in a bad mood, so he stopped speaking after explaining.

In the early morning of the second day, the rain did not stop at all, and it seemed that it was getting heavier and heavier.

Shen Chi opened the door of the ruined temple, and counting the days, there are still two months before Cheng Jianzong's acceptance ceremony, and at least one and a half months' journey from here to Cheng Jianzong, the time seems a bit tight.

Even though he thought so, Shen Chi sat down lazily against the altar again, and his eyes fell on Shen Wuhuo who had been lying on the ground all night.

At this time, his wound was no longer bleeding, but his face was a little blue. If it wasn't for the slightly heaving chest, he really looked like a corpse.

Just as Shen Chi was thinking this way, the man on the ground suddenly opened his eyes slowly.He looked at the leaky roof with a confused expression, and after a while, he gradually turned his gaze to Shen Chi.

"Little, Koike?"

This was the first sentence that Shen Chi heard from the other party. Shen Wuhuo's voice was extremely hoarse, with some juvenile childishness.

Apart from his mother, this was the first time Shen Chi heard someone call him that, and he was just classified as an enemy by him, which made him look at Shen Wuhuo one more time.

When Shen Chi looked over, he saw that Shen Wuhuo, who had just stood up, seemed to have slipped his hand, and fell down with a thud. The wound on his left shoulder that stopped the bleeding opened again, and the air that was originally smelling of blood burst again. It's a bit richer.

Before he was able to kill this person, Shen Chi didn't intend to make the relationship too rigid, glanced at the person who was facing away from him, who seemed to be trembling with pain, and said: "Are you okay?"

"No, it's fine." Shen Wuhuo's voice seemed to tremble a little, "Thank you for your concern."

"Ah."

Hearing Shen Wuhuo's answer, Shen Chi replied lightly, and then stopped talking.Since Shen Wuhuo turned his back to him, he couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, but he didn't care too much.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater without Responsibility]

Shen Wuhuo: The tombstone carved by Xiaochi himself, I really want to take it away and touch it!

Shen Wuhuo: Xiaochi stabs me if he wants, it's all because of the cover that hurts Xiaochi's hand, it hurts so much.

Shen Wuhuo: Xiaochi asked me if I was okay, he cared about me!So happy!

Author: ...Xiaochi quickly dragged this person away.

Shen Chi: No.