Master never follows a routine

With a wide forehead, small eyes, a flat nose bridge, and a generous face, you can see different ugliness from every angle.

Especially that look of disdain for the world made people feel an urge to push him to the ground and beat him to the ground.

"Why don't you change back to the prototype?"

He bent down and blinked, and the gray fox was lying on the ground.

It doesn't look big, with brownish-yellow hair on the back, and silvery white on the belly, and a big round head, which is quite cute.

Sure enough, as long as it is a small animal with fur, there is nothing ugly.

"Turn your face around and show me." Jiang Linmu squatted down and patted its head.

It turned its head, and a generous face rushed towards it, with two small eyes looking at everything.

Indifferent and noble, but also wretched.

Jiang Linmu's smile froze immediately: "You child, you look so casual."

Ying Lin asked: "...is it a fox?"

"What's the matter with your questioning tone? He is a fox, whose scientific name is Tibetan fox, a national endangered animal, and a walking emoticon pack!"

"Emoji?"

Jiang Linmu held up its paralyzed square face, those small eyes seemed to despise him no matter what.

Ying Lin: "..."

Fine.

The little Tibetan fox's mother had been dead for a long time, and it had just transformed into shape. It had a very difficult life, its hair was dry and dull, and its stomach was empty.

Fortunately, there is a female goat demon in the sect who is breastfeeding, and some milk was given to it. After several months of feeding, it looks strong.

The life of a cultivator is long and tormented, especially a high-level monk like Jiang Linmu in the Mahayana period.

The higher one cultivates, the more important one's state of mind becomes, and if one is not careful, one will become obsessed.

Most of the high-level monks choose the path of ruthlessness, as a machine for cultivating immortals with no emotions, and everything in the world is like a dog, not easily affected by the state of mind.

Jiang Linmu was in a state of passive resistance, he should eat and drink, and don't take things to heart...

From winter to spring, Jiang Linmu didn't make much progress in cultivation, but he didn't make any mistakes. On the contrary, the two elders of the sect belched halfway through their ascension.

The two elders with the highest cultivation in the sect suddenly disappeared, Zhuo Ying was also very anxious, and the disciples under the elders were also anxious all day long, as if they would be the next one to ascend.

The people who are really soaring are still playing with the fox.

The Tibetan fox was raised by Jiang Linmu and was very dependent on him. The furry fox's face rubbed against his leg. Jiang Linmu pinched its two little paws and pressed them on the soft pad.

Ying Lin came over with a plate of crucian carp stewed with tofu, and glanced at Tibetan Fox: "It's not easy to build a foundation at such a young age."

The soft and tender tofu trembles slightly under the thick white crucian carp soup, the snow-white fish meat is stewed rotten, and the fresh green onions are scattered in it, and the dense water mist brings the fresh fragrance of the fish meat to the surface.

"It already has the opportunity to cultivate immortality, and its talent is quite high. It may not take long for it to form a pill." Jiang Linmu took the things off the table: "Craucian carp? It looks very fresh."

Ying Lin belongs to the aquarium family and likes fish the most. Now that spring is coming, the fish and shrimps in the lake are gradually increasing. He caught several early in the morning.

Jiang Linmu drank some soup, but he didn't eat much meat. He gave Tibetan fox two fish, and when he was full, he went out to play, and the rest went into Ying Lin's stomach.

"Speaking of talents, there are quite a few good seedlings among the apprentices I have accepted in recent years, especially Yuan Jian, who is really worthy of being a Tianlinggen. He has already reached the middle stage of alchemy at a young age." Jiang Linmu sighed: "My Eldest brother, it’s still in the golden elixir stage! This is also the root of the heavenly spirit, why is our family’s so good?”

Ying Lin asked, "Where's Yuan Jian?"

Perhaps it was because he had been with the demon cultivators since he was a child, and Yuan Jian got along well with them—the main reason was that he was too powerful, and the demon cultivators couldn't beat him, so they could only recognize him as the boss, and Yuan Jian didn't care too much about it. The tasks assigned by the sect are all done with the demon cultivators.

"He went on a mission with Fat Tiger and the others. He has been away for several days, and he will be back soon."

The name "Fat Tiger" was given by Jiang Linmu, and its real name is actually Huyao.

Back then, Fat Tiger took the lead in bullying Yuan Jian, but now he is still at odds with him.

"But you are not worse than him at all." Jiang Linmu looked at him: "Now you are a Nascent Soul, I still remember that the day you gave birth, the blue clouds slowly drifted away like smoke, and the sky was golden, which is really a good sign. The sun will surely turn into a dragon, soar through the clouds and ride the fog."

"hope so."

"The ancient big monster back then had to either die or go to the fairy world. The Taoist, everything in the world has its own laws, and it can't tolerate an existence that is too powerful." Jiang Linmu stared into his eyes and said seriously: "You are rare The existence of the bloodline of the ancient great demon seems to be safe now, but it will be hard to say in the future, so you must transform into a dragon as soon as possible, and then go to the fairy world."

"Okay, I'll go find Master when the time comes." Ying Lin said.

In his previous life, he had just reached the Mahayana stage, and the fight between demon cultivators and human cultivators began. He didn't know how many people he had killed, and until he died, there was no sign of transforming into a dragon.

"There are many big monsters in the fairy world, you should get along with them more." Jiang Linmu said: "I'm a small weed, and I might be trampled to death when I go up."

Ying Lin sneered: "Master was joking."

Jiang Linmu is not a weed. He has entered the Mahayana period in a hundred years, and even now he is a legendary figure written in Renxiu's scriptures.It's just that there has been little progress in the past few hundred years.

"Don't mention this, Master please drink tea."

Ying Lin lifted the red stove for boiling water, and took out a jade cup, the tea leaves slowly spread out in the boiling water, and the fragrance of tea permeated the whole room.

"Where did you get this tea?"

Ying Lin pointed to the camellia tree in the yard: "Qingqian has picked and roasted the tea in the past few days, and I specially present it to Master."

"I said why it has become bald recently..." Jiang Linmu drank three glasses with tears in his mouth.

The tea leaves on this big tea tree are fragrant!

Ying Lin looked out of the window and said melancholy: "I went to the mortal world to buy some things for the new juniors two days ago. Wild ghosts are rampant, scrambling to pick up ghost coins scattered by the roadside, and even hurt people."

"A mortal's life is short, and seeing too much will inevitably lead to negative thoughts, so the suzerain doesn't let you go to the mortal world at will." Jiang Linmu sighed and said: "When my mother said goodbye to me, I told her to wait for me, but it's a pity Until she died, until these hundreds of years had passed, I never went to see her."

"Master...you miss her?" Ying Lin asked cautiously.

Cultivators must not have any entanglements with ordinary people.

Parents, friends, beauties...

One side becomes a fairy, ten years, one hundred years, the kindness and joy of the past have long since returned to ashes, and dust to dust.

If you don't end it earlier, once it takes root in your heart, the consequences will be disastrous.

"You can't say that. In the past, I didn't dare to visit her for fear of disturbing my mood. Now I've put it down." Jiang Linmu raised his eyes and looked out of the gray window: "When I first entered the cultivation world, the spirit stones I received every month To save money, let brother Li Changfeng help deliver it to my mother when he goes to the mortal world, he is charitable and appreciates my filial piety, and he will give it away for decades."

"Decades?" Ying Lin stared at Jiang Linmu's profile, with resentment in his eyes.

You have a mother!You also know family fun!

How did you bear the heart to attack my relatives back then?

Why do you still pretend to keep me by your side without knowing it, and say such cruel things to me!

Can't you hear the resentful soul embedded in the dragon bone in your body crying every night?

"The spirit stone I gave her allowed her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. When she died, she was over 100 years old. Li Changfeng said that it was a happy event for her to die of old age." Jiang Linmu turned his head, Ying Lin nodded slightly, showing gentleness again. Harmless countenances come.

Jiang Linmu frowned slightly, was it his own illusion?Why did he seem to see Ying Lin's face so... ugly.

"Since there are evil spirits, the great suzerain will send his disciples to drive them away." Ying Lin's voice paused: "Master, do you want to go together?"

Jiang Linmu was overjoyed and nodded again and again: "Of course!"

The day of the trip was the Ching Ming Festival.

It was drizzling in the sky, and rainwater was accumulated on the bluestone slabs. A few snow-white pear petals floated on it. The cold wind lifted the petals from the branches, and they fell on an umbrella painted with yin and yang carps.

Jiang Linmu stepped onto the bluestone slab with his umbrella in hand, and the splashed water wetted his snow-white clothes.

The wild ghosts on both sides of the road hid one after another as if they had seen a raging beast.

"Master, let's find a restaurant to sit down first." Ying Lin said in a low voice, "I've looked around, and it seems that there are more ghosts during the Lantern Festival today."

"Don't worry about them. If there are wild ghosts who intentionally hurt people, just get rid of them." Jiang Linmu was a little worried: "I figured this place had good geomantic omen back then, and I asked Li Changfeng to find a piece of land to bury his mother, but it has been a hundred years in the world, and the barren hills back then It has also become a small town... Where can I find a grave!"

"Ying Lin took him to a nearby tavern: "Master, don't worry, there are many people here, just ask someone. "

There are two big brothers in the tavern who are concerned about the country and the people.

"These days are really sad. Last year's locust plague and this year's freeze disaster, I am afraid that many people will starve to death!"

"It's still the former prime minister who had the foresight! I heard from the private school teacher in the village that he proposed to store food for future natural and man-made disasters. There are many other good ideas, but unfortunately no one listened, and he cut him alive!"

"Hundreds of years have passed, why are you still mentioning this!" Another person said lazily, "These merits and achievements are all for future generations to talk about."

"What's wrong with mentioning it? In order to fill the treasury, the dog emperor of the previous dynasty exchanged grain reserves with other countries for silver. As a result, people were full and their morale was high, and their generals and soldiers went to war hungry!"