Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

Qian Yichen was forced to browse through all the memories completely, and couldn't fast-forward. Fortunately, the real time in the outside world passes much slower than the virtual image, otherwise it would not be enough to spend a few days.

If this past is true, then the person lying in the ice coffin is the real Qiyaozong disciple, but what method Gou Deng used to replace his identity is unknown.

According to what Gou Deng once said, the gray-robed old man's name is Mangshan Old Monster, and he was once a disciple of Qiyao Sect, but a long time ago because of practicing sorcery, he was injured by the current suzerain and expelled from the sect.Because one eye was crippled, he hated his former classmates especially.

And he is a disciple picked up by the old monster of Mangshan Mountain, and there are countless senior brothers on him, but he was taken by the master to refine medicine one by one in the order of entry from morning to night. If Ji Fucha did not intervene, it would have been two years God, he can't escape death.

It has to be said that Gou Deng is a person who is very good at catching weaknesses. He knows that Ji Fucha doesn't listen to anything, so he can always get a lot of sympathy by adding more details to the experience of "understanding the old monster of Mangshan Mountain".

After Ji Fucha was able to see a little with his left eye, he basically dispelled his worries about him, and he would not be wary when he approached. The two stayed in the hospital for a while, left money and then left.

Mangshan old monster wandered around Shuzhou like crazy, Ji Fucha practiced medicine and was not good at spells, so he couldn't show up in the city without complete recovery, so the two had to go to remote mountains and finally found a relatively safe place villages stop.

Outsiders rarely come to the village in the mountains on weekdays, but Ji Fucha knows medical skills and has a gentle personality. It didn't take long for him to integrate into the village. He also rebuilt an unoccupied wooden house into a medical clinic.

Ji Fucha was either meditating or going to the mountains to collect herbs all day long. He filled the medicine cabinet to the brim, and he was also very diligent in hooking up the lights, busying himself around him.

The night wind in the mountains is very cold, and after the sun goes down, Gou Deng will often hug the quilt and squeeze into the same room with Ji Fucha. The oil lamp burning on the table has an ambiguous light, casting two shadows that are close together.

"Daoist, comb my hair. I want a bun like yours." Gou Deng took the comb he made himself to find Ji Fucha this day, sat down on the floor beside the bed, turned his head to look at the half-lying hair man in frost.

Ji Fucha's whisk placed beside the pillow, dragged him up from the cold floor, and untied the messy bun that hooked the lamp: "I'm going to sleep soon, don't you think your scalp hurts?"

"You comb one for me now, untie it before going to bed, and comb another one for me tomorrow." Gou Deng still didn't give up, and gave the comb to his eyes.

Ji Fucha showed a very shallow compromising smile, holding a comb with his slender finger bones to smooth out his messy hair, and quickly tied it into a neat square bun.

"Ji Daochang, you are very good at doing these things." Gou Deng narrowed his eyes comfortably, very well-behaved.

"Well, I'm the eldest disciple of the sect. Some juniors and sisters were young when they started, and I often have to take care of them." Ji Fucha patted the broken hair clean.

Gou Deng turned around and asked: "Then can I also worship under your sect?"

Ji Fucha was silent for a long time, couldn't bear to shake his mind, nodded and said: "... yes, if you can't be a disciple, you can still make a living in Qiyaozong."

It is not easy for an evil cultivator to enter a prestigious and decent sect, but if he has the heart, he can give it a try.

Gou Deng's small body showed the warmth of a living person when he was well-raised. When he smiled, his eyes were honest and sincere: "Then I will be the Taoist priest's apprentice, okay?"

"It's better... don't let it go." Ji Fucha hesitated rarely, "I just started early, and I am far inferior to those juniors and sisters in terms of Taoism and cultivation. Even the master said that it is rare in the sect for a hundred years. The genius spirit bone I saw was actually my youngest junior brother."

"Oh..." Gou Deng rubbed against him to keep warm, and muttered in a low voice, "Then since you are all big disciples, you must be the master in the future."

"This..." Ji Fucha seldom speaks so bluntly, staring at those shining young pupils and unable to pretend not to hear, so he could only say, "Master has his own considerations, but our sect has always valued Dao Xin It is better than Taoism, so you are not completely without chance."

Why are you talking about yourself again?

Gou Deng secretly frowned, if he hadn't become Ji Daochang's apprentice, it would be meaningless to join the Qiyao Sect.

Ji Fucha added: "The first suzerain was also more concerned about Taoism, and he was not keen on competing for superiority. One must not have too strong aspirations to win, you must know..."

"I've heard that the first Patriarch of the Seven Luminaries Sect was able to convince people with virtue because he was nine feet long and his sword never left his body. His disciples were better at fighting than one another."

"You..." Ji Fucha became angry after being interrupted, and poked his finger on the boy's head.

Gou Deng hurriedly stood up, smiled and apologized to him: "Ji Daochang, Ji Xianren, I was wrong, you are right."

After a peaceful period of time, when Ji Fucha's left eye was about to recover, the nearby villagers fell ill one by one.

At first, it was just weakness when doing farm work, and later it gradually turned into a high fever, regardless of gender, age, and most people showed this symptom.

Ji Fucha didn't charge money for medical consultations, but he also exhausted his energy. After careful investigation, he still couldn't find the reason.Diet, drinking water... to the flow of earth's air, all possible causes of the disease were eliminated one by one in the end.

He intends to open the spirit array to protect these mortals, but he is also worried that the circulation of spiritual power will attract the old monster of Mangshan Mountain to come here.

So Ji Fucha had no choice but to use her own spiritual power to heal the villagers. After washing the mortal body with the spirit of heaven and earth, the symptoms of high fever were finally relieved.

But because of this, after his spiritual power was exhausted, his eye disease repeated, and he was still unable to truly recover.

Ji Fucha began to think, this time he followed Master's order to go down the mountain to practice for three years, and now there are still three months before the return trip, but the matter is of great importance, so it is better to go back and discuss with Master in advance.

He is such a rigid person, restraining himself layer by layer with rules.

Ji Fucha didn't sleep well for several days because he was thinking about the villagers all the time, and suddenly felt palpitations in the early morning, and only when he opened his eyes did he realize that Gou Deng was not by his side.

That child... Has he finally learned to sleep by himself?

Ji Fucha tiptoed out of bed and found that the other room was empty, so she felt something was wrong.

——The hook lamp did not leave, but went door to door in the village while it was still dark.Holding a dagger in his hand, he stood expressionlessly at the head of the sleeping villager's bed, and accurately pierced through the dantian with his sword.

Strangely, the person stabbed by him did not wake up, seemed to feel no pain at all, and his clothes were not damaged, and no blood flowed out.

Ji Fucha held his breath and stared at the side for a moment, and waited for the hook lamp to go away without noticing, then turned back, walked into a family's house, and touched the forehead of the sleeping owner with two fingers of his right hand, bringing out his soul. Body.

——All doubts are now clear.

The body of the villagers is not damaged, even when they have a high fever, they don't look sick, but their souls have a scarred and weak feeling, as if they will disappear in the next moment.

No wonder he tried all the medicines to treat it but it didn't work. It wasn't the bodies of the villagers who were infected, but their souls!

Gou Deng actually has a magic weapon that can hurt the soul? !

Ji Fucha sent the souls of the villagers back to their bodies with a wave of his hand, and returned to the hospital without stopping for a moment, blocked the hook lamp that was chopping firewood and lighting the fire in the kitchen, and asked, "You did all the sick people in the village? !"

"I..." Gou Deng put down the firewood and wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and found that his face was extremely solemn, so he simply nodded and admitted, "Yes, we have been together for so long and are familiar with each other, that's why I chose them."

"——Why! Since you know that you are together day and night, why do you want to hurt others? There are people in there who gave you fruit and mended your clothes!"

"I did this because I was close to them." Gou Deng didn't seem half guilty, and replied confidently, "Master told the brothers like this before."

"Old Monster Mangshan? He is no longer your master." Ji Fucha quickly recalled the appalling content he had heard from Gou Deng before. Disappointment and anger poured out of his eyes uncontrollably, "Normal sect, no It will be like the old monster Mangshan did to you!"

I remember hearing Gou Deng talk about the crimes of the old monster Mangshan at the beginning, and the young man he told about was also as expressionless as today.At that time, Ji Fucha also felt his strength.

Now it seems that it is not strong, but indifferent.

Gou Deng felt his anger, with a bewildered expression, and stood there with his hands spread out: "Master Daoist, then I... what should I do, Master has always done this before. Tell me, what should I do... I want to find a place to practice my sword... what should I do..."

He retreated step by step while talking, shrank into a corner of the kitchen in fear, as if trembling in Ji Fucha's anger, squatted down and buried his head in his arms.

The trembling cry made Ji Fucha wake up suddenly, and his anger value had weakened a little. After thinking about it, he stepped forward: "You shouldn't use mortals to make swords, and don't touch that kind of magic in the future. Fortunately, there is no injury this time." and human life, so I forgive you once."

Gou Deng raised his head in surprise, his eyes sparkled again.

"But remember, this is the last time." Ji Fucha warned him coldly.

Gou Deng tremblingly moved forward, and threw himself into his arms: "Ji Daochang, Ji Xianren, I know I was wrong!"

The apology was very sincere, and some things that should not have come to Ji Fucha's mind.

For example, when his eye disease recurred, the hook lamp would always turn on the oil lamp extremely brightly, and would sit beside him and read ancient books to him, and he would be the first to eat the fruits brought by the villagers.

This boy can be changed.

Ji Fucha breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought anxiously about how to heal the soul.

He didn't notice the hook lamp in his arms at all, and the arc of the corner of his mouth was evil and sinister, full of magic.

After saying it for the last time, Hook Deng really did it.

After the villagers received Ji Fucha's spiritual cleansing, the symptoms disappeared, and there was no recurrence for a long time.

Ji Fucha finally had the energy to concentrate on raising his left eye, but maybe the treatment time was delayed, that eye always sees things with fog, like a layer of tulle.

This is true even during the day, and it is even more difficult to see things clearly at night.

Thunderstorm and strong wind tonight.

Ji Fucha was sitting at the table flipping through an ancient book that had turned yellow. When he looked up, he found that the oil lamp was not bright enough, so he closed the book with his brows pinched: "Hook the lamp, are you there?"

"Boom!"

A thunderstorm overwhelmed his voice, and usually at this time, Gou Deng was either adding lamp oil or reading to him.

Ji Fucha held his breath and waited for a moment, but he didn't hear the footsteps outside.Only his left eye was impaired, but his hearing remained as keen as a monk should be, so it didn't take long for him to tell that he was not in the medical hall with the lights on.

The terrifying thought in my heart came out uncontrollably.

Ji Fucha immediately took the whisk and left the hospital. As soon as he went out, he was forced back half a step by the big raindrops. The rain seeped into his left eye and hurt like a pinprick. He could only grit his teeth and move on.

No, there was no need to go too far, the person he was looking for had already returned.

Holding the sword in one hand, Gou Deng walked slowly from the deepest darkness, with a clear voice: "My Baoyang sword has been forged, Ji Daochang, thank you for taking care of me during this time."