Rebirth villain just want to go

Before Yan Guitu went out, Yi Rongdan had turned him into that yellow-skinned, emaciated middle-aged monk again.

He turned his head to look at the little disciple who was still staring at his back in a daze, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and waved his fingers: "Can you keep it a secret for Master?"

Ling Jiangyu, who came back to his senses, suddenly blushed, and that face that was so beautiful that it was not human was still imprinted in his mind.After hearing Yan Guitu's words, he pretended to be nonchalant, and responded with a voice comparable to a mosquito's gnat: "Yes."

In Si Huanian's big wooden house, Yan Guitu saw the meat porridge made by the two disciples in the stone pot, then glanced at the scattered feathers and fur of birds and animals on the ground, and bent down to pick up a pure black feather He held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, then turned to look at his two disciples: "This cloud-looting beast and floating light bird are both ninth-rank spirit beasts, and they are good at speed. Junmei caught them, right?"

Yun Junmei nodded triumphantly: "Before this disciple leaves home, he is already in the middle stage of entraining energy, and it is not difficult to catch two ninth-rank spirit beasts. By the way, Master, there are many traces of spirit beasts appearing and appearing on the mountain behind our mountain gate. Now our rations have been settled."

Spiritual beasts are divided into ranks one to nine. The higher the rank, the stronger the strength. Spiritual beasts of the ninth rank are only a little bit stronger than ordinary birds and beasts.

Yan Guitu stirred the porridge in the stone pot with a wooden spoon again, the clear grains of emerald green Lingmi exuded a tempting fragrance, he put down the wooden spoon, and turned his gaze to Si Huanian.

Si Huanian's handsome face flushed slightly, he secretly hid his green-dyed hands behind his back, lowered his head and muttered an explanation: "Disciple, disciple saw a spiritual field at the foot of the mountain yesterday, I guess it should have been It was planted by the Qingxin Sect members. Now they can't eat it, and the Lingmi in the Lingtian has matured, so they picked up a few handfuls before dawn, smashed the shell and cooked a pot of porridge. The disciples just I want Master and my junior sisters and younger brothers to have a full meal, this disciple didn't commit such acts of stealing on purpose."

Yan Guitu was silent for a moment, then waved his hand: "You guys eat first, and after eating, Master will take you to make money."

He walked down the mountain in a hurry. His storage ring was full of top-quality spirit stones. It would not be worthwhile to take them out and exchange them for silver. After all, top-quality spirit stones are hard to come by. Yesterday he was relying on a box of five or six top-quality spirit stones In exchange for the right to use this Kongsang Mountain, the value of the top-quality Lingshi is self-evident.

Now that he has nothing, he can only find ways to make money from other directions.

I can't keep asking my disciples to do these things of catching birds and harvesting rice, and I can't take his old face if I talk about it.

Seeing that Yan Guitu didn't blame them, Si Huanian and Yun Junmei were overjoyed, and quickly took a few newly cut wooden bowls next to them, each bowl was filled with warm meat porridge.

In fact, Yan Guitu stopped eating these ordinary foods more than 100 years ago, but seeing the eager eyes of the two disciples, he still took the wooden bowl and tasted the meat porridge.

"Who cooked this porridge?" Yan Guitu slipped another bowl into the little disciple's hand.

Ling Jiangyu hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hands to hold the wooden bowl, and drank the meat porridge along the edge of the bowl.The fragrant, soft, glutinous Lingmi mixed with meat granules exuding a strange fragrance was drawn into his stomach, and he instantly felt an indescribable warm force flooding his whole body.

"Brother made it." Yun Junmei slowly stirred the meat porridge in the bowl with a wooden spoon in her hand, and said with a chuckle, "I don't like to learn knitting and cooking since I was a child. It’s not very clear. But the elder brother seems to be used to doing these jobs, and he still does it in a decent way.”

Hearing his junior sister's praise by name, Si Huanian smiled a little embarrassedly: "Junior sister praised him, but he was still able to enter."

"Although there is not much aura in this porridge, it is rare that it has not dissipated." Yan Guitu looked at Si Huanian, "You are very talented in controlling aura if you can cook Lingmi and spirit beast meat like this. Master, what do you want to learn? Except swordsmanship."

The male protagonist Zhao Xuyang in the previous life learned swords from him, and finally shined in the Jianzong competition and became famous in the first battle.This time, he could teach his disciples other things, but he was unwilling to teach them how to practice swords.

In the previous life, the two swords that pierced the chest in tandem were both painful and cold.

Yan Guitu was unwilling to take another risk.

Hearing this, Si Huanian scratched his head in trouble: "The disciple doesn't know either."

He has lived his life in a muddle for more than ten years. Before he was five years old, he was his noble young master in the Chao family. After five years old, he wandered with his mother and experienced all the sufferings in the world. The biggest worry every day is how to make up for himself Live on a full stomach until the next day.He was not intelligent by nature, and he was slow to learn things. After entering the Gilt Casino, he couldn't do the work of serving people, so he could only be a small handyman who was bullied. The masters of the world are under their command, and they dare not imagine that they can learn Taoism and immortality.

Yan Guitu asked him to answer this question now, but he really couldn't answer it for a while.

"The teacher will give you time to think slowly, Junmei, what do you want to learn?" Yan Guitu turned to ask Yun Junmei who was already sitting upright.

Yun Junmei replied firmly: "I want to learn the magic that can defeat the strong with the weak, and defeat the many with the few."

This girl has quite an idea.

Yan Guitu rubbed his chin and thought for a long time: "Illusion and array are in line with your requirements. These two kinds of magic can easily destroy a country with one's own strength."

Yun Jun's eyebrows brightened: "Then disciples should learn illusion and formation, and ask Master to help."

Yan Guitu looked at Yun Jun's eyebrows: "The formation technique is fine, but the illusion technique is a technique to deceive people's hearts. If the person practicing it is not a person with a firm heart, he may lose himself and be manipulated instead."

Yun Junmei immediately raised his right hand and swore: "Please rest assured, Master, this disciple will cultivate carefully and will never go mad."

Yan Guitu nodded, looked at Ling Jiangyu at last, and deliberately slowed down his voice and asked, "What do you want to learn, little Saner?"

Ling Jiangyu slowly put down the wooden bowl in his hand, and looked at Yan Guitu with deep and dark eyes: "I want to learn the magic that can kill people."

Yan Guitu was silent for a moment.

The fastest killing spell is naturally swordsmanship.

Sword cultivator is an existence that all monks in the cultivation world are afraid of. In this cultivation world, no matter what sect or sect, there is a possibility of enmity with others. Only sword cultivation, few people dare to offend.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and the sword master has cultivated the skill of controlling the sword to the extreme. He can fight in close quarters, and kill with the sword from a distance, but the victim cannot guard against it at all.

Looking at the little disciple who was shooting out flames of hatred from the depths of his eyes, Yan Guitu's expression also became serious: "As a teacher, I can teach you the art of killing people, but before that, you must learn how to save people, understand? ? You should first practice alchemy with your teacher."

Hearing this, the young man looked up at his master puzzledly: "Why?"

"You have more heart demons than your two senior brothers and sisters. If you rashly practice the art of killing, the teacher is worried that you will be invaded by the heart demons and become a killing machine controlled by demons. First practice alchemy to hone your mind, If you learn the way of swords again to improve your cultivation, you can feel at ease as a teacher." Yan Guitu explained lightly.

In fact, he had no intention of teaching Ling Jiangyu kendo at all.

Zhao Xuyang is the protagonist in this novel, and the Golden Finger and the protagonist's halo make him almost invincible.

Let Ling Jiangyu learn the way of swordsmanship, and then meet the male protagonist later, isn't he a little apprentice who went up and gave it for nothing?But Zhao Xuyang is a shameless person, he is a sword repairer facing a Dan Dao, so he is always embarrassed to draw his sword to face each other, right?

After much consideration, Yan Guitu decided to fool the little disciple with the talk of practicing alchemy. After all, this kid is only 11 years old, and his temperament is uncertain. Maybe he will forget about it after a long time in the future?

Ling Jiangyu, who didn't know what was going on in Yan Guitu's mind, nodded silently after hearing the words: "Disciple remembers."

Yan Guitu nodded very satisfied.

His own talent is extremely high, so he was able to cultivate to the Mahayana stage in more than 200 years, and became the only Mahayana monk in the cultivation world.

As the saying goes, if one method is mastered, all methods are mastered. After reaching the peak of sword practice, it is almost easy for him to study other cultivation methods.

He has dabbled in illusion, array, alchemy, etc., so it is not a problem to bring these disciples to the Nascent Soul Stage.After the Yuanying stage, they will also have a certain ability to protect themselves.At least in this cultivation world where the weak eat the strong, they won't be the targets of mermaids on the chopping board.

After the meal, Si Huanian took the initiative to wash the four wooden bowls.

"The stone pot and wooden bowl were also made by Hua Nian?" Yan Guitu noticed the wooden table and chairs and the bowls and chopsticks soaked in the wooden barrel, and picked up the wooden vase on the table and looked at it in his hands.

"Yes." Yun Junmei, who helped clean up, nodded, and took out a wooden pony from his arms, shaking it as if offering a treasure in front of Yan Guitu, "Look, it was carved for me by senior brother, with his hand. Coincidentally."

Si Huanian, who was buried in the dishes, turned around and smiled honestly: "Master and Junior Brother also have them, but they haven't finished carving them yet, and they will be done in two days."

Yan Guitu stared at the woodcarving thoughtfully, and after a while, he slapped his forehead and had an idea: "As a teacher, I will teach you how to forge weapons."

Yan Guitu didn't know much about refining tools. He didn't have the patience to slowly figure out how to temper a meteorite into meteorite, and then slowly turn the meteorite into a magic weapon. I have learned, but the teacher Hua Nian is more than enough.

After hearing this, Si Huanian nodded after thinking about it seriously: "That disciple will learn how to refine weapons."

After Yan Guitu arranged the future practice direction of the three disciples, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, it is necessary to find a way to get some money to assist the disciples in their cultivation.

Ten miles away from Kongsang Mountain, there is a Heishui City where monks and ordinary people live together.

Most of the monks who live here are not talented enough, and there are very few who can break through to build a foundation.Such people cannot enter the sect of the cultivation world, but they are not willing to give up their cultivation, so they rely on refining some low-level spirit pills and spirit wine or planting spirit plants to sell to low-level monks or ordinary humans to earn money for their own continued cultivation. Practice.

More and more low-level monks gathered together to form this black water city, and this mixed city will not refuse the entry of ordinary people.In the past ten years, due to frequent wars, more and more people have fled here, and the size of Heishui City has been expanded several times.

Today's Blackwater City is bustling and bustling. It is not only a sanctuary in the eyes of ordinary people, but also a good place for monks to trade.

However, the reason why Heishui City is called Heishui City is because the city is surrounded by a Heishui River.Legend has it that this river was formed by the ancient big snake Xiangliu being beheaded by the gods, and the black snake blood in the body flowed out and gathered. I don't know where the river comes from, nor can I find out its way back. I only know that the black river emerges from the ground and surrounds the city for a week. And flow back to the ground.

The Heishui River is pitch black, the leaves on the water will sink, the goose feathers will not float, and the thick fog will not disperse all year round. Only a large boat can pass through the two banks.It’s just that the boat fare has to be novel, either it’s five low-grade spirit stones, or you can pay one of the things you cherish most. Another option is to answer a riddle posed by the punters in the middle of the river. Cross the river, and if you don't do it right, you will be pushed overboard.

The five low-grade spirit stones are enshrined by the disciples of the small sect for a month, and are worth 500 taels of silver.Therefore, after many ordinary people in Heishui City entered, they never took half a step outside the city in their entire lives.

Even so, Blackwater City is also a paradise that many refugees yearn for.

They gave Heishui City a nice name - City of Gods.