Daughter-in-law wants to ascend

Jin Zishu named the faction a small mountain village, and he naturally became the village head of the village. As for the people under him, he didn't care what they were called.

Meng Qi consciously took over the task. Ordinary demon cultivators are ordinary villagers, and only those with strength can get titles, such as: hunter, farmer, woodcutter, blacksmith...

For example, he himself is called the accountant. In his words, he is the accountant who specializes in helping the village chief manage it.

Originally, Jin Zishu insisted on calling Xiaoshan Village by the name, which already made many people feel ashamed, but now he is given such a name, and the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator, who is called Hunter, wants to swallow Meng Qi alive. , looked at him very unkindly, "Junior, don't do whatever you want just because the master needs you now, you are just a monk of alchemy, if one day the master doesn't need you...hehe." The last two words At that time, looking at his eyes, he was full of malicious intentions, and the coercion of the Nascent Soul cultivator directly pressed down on him.

Meng Qi stood motionless on the spot, not even changing his expression, and reminded with a very kind smile, "Call the village chief." These days, he followed Jin Zishu by his side, and he searched for good things a lot, and there was one on his body. A treasure that can stop the coercion of monks.

Without any countermeasures, how dare he stand in front of these Nascent Soul cultivators.

Luo Qingyang stood behind him, trying hard to hold his neck, but his heart was terribly cowardly, these are Nascent Soul bosses, how dare Meng Qi talk to them like that?

As soon as the man choked, the ferocious look just now immediately turned into an expression like swallowing a fly.

Who would have thought that the gentle and powerful senior would have such a strange habit.

If you really want to enjoy the rights in the mortal world, you can go to the mortal emperor and hang the title of a national teacher. With that person's unfathomable cultivation, many countries are willing to invite him to sit in the town, and naturally they will The wind makes the wind, and the rain makes the rain.There are even those who want to be the emperor, choose a country with no monk background, kill the emperor directly, and it is impossible to sit in that position by yourself.

But this person is too weird, he came to such a place to build a mortal village, and became the village head.It's just pity for the followers who have to take refuge in them. They have changed from mighty and domineering demon cultivators to villagers digging soil...

Those who heard it were sad and those who saw it shed tears, but that son of a bitch named Meng Qi often stared at them, reminding them of this thing that made Moxiu want to hit the wall.

He intends to give these two dog legs a blow, but these two dog legs have a lot of good things on them, and the small dirty tricks are probably useless. If there is a big movement, it may alarm that person.

Thinking of that man's fist, the Nascent Soul cultivator known as the woodcutter couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, gave Meng Qi a vicious look, turned and left.

Seeing the departure of the Nascent Soul cultivator, the people who had originally planned to watch the fun were a little disappointed. They glanced at each other and dispersed in twos and threes.

Meng Qi then turned around and walked slowly towards the house where Jin Zishu was. Luo Qingyang hurriedly followed behind him, "Junior brother, you are really amazing! I was scared to death just now, and you didn't even blink your eyes! "

Meng Qi was thinking about something in his mind, and when he heard him chattering in front of him, he felt extremely annoying.In the past, because this man was Luo Wu's son, and he needed his identity, he always endured it.Now that they have left the Earth Demon Palace, and he didn't set his sights on the Earth Demon Palace, it was his utmost benevolence.

But now, he no longer has the patience to play with the children.

He turned his head to look at Luo Qingyang, because of his sudden turning back, Luo Qingyang was caught off guard and almost bumped into him, finally stood still, and immediately looked at him with puzzled eyes, "Junior brother, what's wrong?"

Luo Qingyang's eyes are dark and pure, he is obviously a demon cultivator, but with an innocence that no orthodox monks don't have, the eyes he looks at him are full of trust.

Meng Qi was stabbed by such eyes, the word trust flashed in his mind, and he sneered, this word had completely disappeared from his life as early as the day he became possessed.

He lowered his face, "Master Luo, don't follow me."

Luo Qingyang was stunned, and she was stunned, "Why, what's wrong? You said that suddenly..."

Meng Qi didn't have any expression on his face, "If you've always been so unwilling to make progress, it will only be a burden to follow me in the future."

Indeed, in just a few years, Meng Qi has changed from a qi cultivator who has just transformed from a fairy cultivator to a demon cultivator to a mid-stage alchemy cultivator. Although he is so busy on weekdays, his practice has never stopped.

On the other hand, Luo Qingyang, when the two met, he was already in the early stage of alchemy, now that Meng Qi came from behind, he was still in the early stage of alchemy, no wonder Meng Qi would despise him.

Luo Qingyang bit her lip, it's not that he didn't practice, but some people are born lacking in talent, others get twice the result with half the effort, but he gets twice the result with half the effort.

However, he is not a calm temperament, and his cultivation has naturally stagnated.

Although he has always been aware of this problem, he has been subconsciously ignoring it.Anyway, no one in this world cares about him, so why should he pursue the avenue of longevity?So I lived so nonchalantly, one day after another.

Now that Meng Qi said this, Luo Qingyang panicked immediately, he pulled Meng Qi's sleeve recklessly, but Meng Qi dodged it.

He bit his lip, "I'm going to retreat now! Junior brother, I will try my best to catch up with you and not hold you back!"

Meng Qi: "..." That's not what he wanted to say.

However, before he could explain, Luo Qingyang gave him a look full of reluctance, "Junior brother, I'm going to retreat now!" Junior brother is indeed a good person, and he said such words specially to motivate him.

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Well, he must work hard and not let him down!Glancing at his younger brother reluctantly, Luo Qingyang quickly turned around and left, ready to retreat, because he was afraid that he would be reluctant to part with it, so he just flew directly, and didn't dare to look back at all.

Meng Qi silently closed his mouth to explain, forget it, as long as he doesn't bother him.The process doesn't matter as long as the result is achieved.

Ignoring Luo Qingyang any more, he turned around and walked towards Jinzi Calligrapher's house. From a distance, he saw someone holding a hoe in the field in front of the door, digging the ground one by one. Drop seeds.

The man was wearing a linen short-sleeve shirt, his movements were steady and powerful, and his posture had the air of a farmer.If it wasn't for someone he already knew the details of, he probably really thought this was a farmer who was digging in the ground.

Meng Qi stood beside him and shouted respectfully, "Village Chief."

"What's the news?" Jin Zishu took a hoe and dug it up.In the past, he was in poor health and couldn't hold a hoe at all, and he was always powerless when he wanted to do something with the house.

Now his surroundings have improved and his strength has improved, but unfortunately, the family members who needed his help are gone.

"Here is the demon sent back today." Meng Qi said respectfully, offering a storage bag with both hands.

Jin Zishu paused, and finally put down the hoe in his hand, and opened the storage bag Meng Qi handed over. A row of young fang-toothed demon corpses immediately appeared under the shade of the tree, standing motionless.

Jin Zishu looked at it quickly, and after a cursory glance, his heart was mostly cold. He resolutely looked at it several times carefully, but there was still no familiar figure.

Not only are there no family members, but there are also no villagers in the small mountain village.This made the despair in Jin Zishu's heart more and more intense day by day, and his heart felt empty as if he had lost a big piece.

"Is there any more?" Jin Zishu asked unwillingly.

Meng Qi shook his head, "There is nothing brought back. However, the people below found out that there is a demon puppet in the Black Puppet True Monarch, which was brought out from the Black Earth Forest."

"Black puppet...true monarch?" Jin Zishu gave Meng Qi a playful look, "You really think highly of me."

Meng Qi's eyelids twitched, and he quickly knelt on the ground, "I dare not lie to you. This is the news from the hunters below. Because the matter is serious, he only came to report after confirming it again and again."

Jin Zishu looked at his palms, which were still white and delicate. The farm work he did by himself these days didn't leave any calluses or marks on him, and it didn't look like the hands a farmer should have at all.

For more than a year, although he hardly left this place, he still heard a lot about the cultivation world from others.

For example, the Nascent Soul cultivator is called a real person, while the Huashen cultivator is called a true monarch.

The highest demon cultivator I met before was only Luo Wu, who had just completed the Nascent Soul stage, but now he was going to face the monk of Shanghuashen, Jin Zishu was a little unsure.

Speaking of it, Jin Zishu is also very inexplicable. Although he doesn't know where it came from, he can occasionally vaguely feel that there is actually power in his body, but it seems that he can't find the switch, and he has been unable to use it.

Fortunately, he seems to be immune to most attacks, and his fists are much harder than others. When fighting, he can basically use his fists to get it done.

His fights have always been like this, and so far he hasn't lost a fight.

Therefore, the object of the fight suddenly changed from Yuanying Daoist to Huashen Zhenjun, Jin Zishu was actually a little bit unsure.

However, for the sake of his family and his daughter-in-law, he is not afraid!

So he asked, "Where is the man?"

Meng Qi's eyes lit up instantly, looking at Jin Zishu with admiration, those who didn't know would think that Jin Zishu had already won. "In Qingyan Mountain, I heard that there is a new land of magic fissures. The black puppet master wants to go there to find new demons."

Jin Zishu put down his hoe, patted the ashes on his body, "Let's go."

Without further ado, Meng Qi immediately took out the flying boat, "Do you need me to inform other villagers?"

Jin Zishu looked serious, "Can they beat the Black Puppet True Monarch?"

Meng Qi's expression froze, "They will do their best."

Jin Zi was expressionless in writing, "Why take them if you can't help fight? Let's go."

Meng Qi seriously analyzed: "They can help us beat the minions. Senior cultivators nowadays like to bring a group of minions. If we don't bring them, we can only beat them one by one. Even if one punches each person, it will take a long time. If that senior turned around and flew away shamelessly..."

Jin Zishu's mind suddenly had a scene where he was overwhelmed by a lot of young people, unable to get away with a punch, and the leader turned around and fled.

The picture was too unbearable to look directly at, so he nodded, "Then bring it on."

The author has something to say: Jin Zishu [angry]: "Author, where is my wife!"

A Shu [Wang Tian]: "Your wife is going to wait for you first."

Jin Zishu [dazed face]: "???"

Ah Shu [spread hands]: "Oh, who told you that you can't fly ╮(︶﹏︶)╭"

Jin Zishu: "!!!"