The villain master just wants to die [Transmigration Book]

"Young master, if you feel bored, you might as well go in and take a nap, and when you wake up, you'll be there."

Xu Wang, a young servant of the Xu family, followed his young master every step of the way, even if the young master suddenly wanted to go to the Jianghuai Valley, take a look at the market of casual cultivators, and wonder what Jianghuaidu was like. The other two guards didn't say anything, and quickly changed their original travel plan and diverted to this point.

As a result, before crossing the river and Huaihe River, the young master's interest was greatly reduced, showing a bored look, which made Xu Wang quite helpless.

Mr. Xu looks like a 15-year-old mortal boy, but his heart is even more arrogant. Hearing this, he gave the boy an angry look: "My son is on the verge of Jindan, how can I sleep when I want?"

Xu Wang pouted secretly, not knowing what the other party was up to.

"Young master, what are you looking at?"

When he looked up again, he found that the young master was staring at the distant waters in a daze, worried that the other party would come up with some new ideas to torment others, Xu Wang asked cautiously.

Mr. Xu looked into the distance, frowned and said, "Did you see those small boats when passing through that water area just now? Are such small boats not afraid of capsizing when they walk on the water?"

As a young servant of the Xu family, Xu Wang knows more than many casual cultivators, so he explained: "Young master, those boats are not afraid of sinking, they are specially refined yellow-level magic weapons. This area is very important for monks. , especially high-level monks, are not friendly, but it does not affect the use of low-level magic weapons. As long as people do not directly touch the water or the ground, they can manipulate low-level magic weapons. Therefore, this place is regarded as a once-in-ten-year ritual by casual cultivators. In Jianghuai Valley, where the gathering is held, high-level monks can only be forced to lower their cultivation, while monks below the foundation are almost unaffected. Doesn’t it seem fair to refine Qi per capita?”

Mr. Xu is not very interested in this kind of thing, he only remembers the glimpse just now in his mind.

On a small boat, stood a young man in a green Taoist robe. He was not very old, and his cultivation seemed to be deliberately hidden.

He had a premonition that that young man should not be an ordinary casual cultivator, but just like him, from a big family or sect.

However, just based on the look of the other person's eyes, he felt that he probably wouldn't appreciate this kind of person.

His behavior is completely opposite to his. If he really came from a prominent background, why bother to hide it?

Is it another vulgar and ridiculous person who thinks that he can cultivate his state of mind?

Seeing that the young master became less and less interested, Xu Wang could only think of some interesting rumors he had heard before and tell them to the other party, including the news about Tianxuanzong.

"Why, do you think that Jiang Mingchen is better than me?"

Mr. Xu listened for a while, and his face turned from casual to disdainful.

Xu Wang wanted to slap himself in the face, blaming himself for talking too much!

Under the young master's piercing eyes, Xu Wang bit the bullet and replied: "Young master's talent, how can a disciple of Tianxuan sect compare with it? Besides, the rumors are mostly false. How can a person who has never learned alchemy be able to do so?" Alchemy on the spot?

The villain feels that this matter is probably spread on purpose by Tianxuanzong in order to conceal the matter of Danxiu's dynasties.

The villain heard from the Patriarch that after the fall of the master of the Tianxuan Sect's Spirit Pill Peak, the true disciples of the Spirit Pill Peak also left one after another. Up to now, there are no disciples who can take charge of the Spirit Pill Peak, only a few casual cultivators who have been recruited by the sect. Internal alchemy, even the supply has problems.

The launch of such a genius at this time is probably just a way for Tianxuanzong to appease people's hearts. "

Although Xu Gongzi was a little unhappy, he felt that if there was such a genius in the world, he could be compared with him.

But according to what Xu Wang said, this man named Jiang Mingchen was probably a hypocrite pushed by Tianxuanzong to maintain the dignity of the sect, and he was immediately disappointed.

"Forget it, talk about something else!"

Seeing that he hadn't been exposed, Xu Wang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and responded immediately.

What he said just now was just casually made up to coax the young master. In fact, even if a big sect like Tianxuanzong wants to maintain its dignity, it is impossible to spread rumors in this way... but the young master believed it as soon as he heard it.

Xu Wang didn't know whether he should be happy about the other party's extreme trust, or depressed about the other party's simple mind.

Fortunately, even if the Tianxuanzong disciple named Jiang Mingchen went out to practice, he couldn't go to the same time, the same direction, and the same place as them. As long as he didn't get slapped in the face immediately, after a few years, the young master would definitely forget it. This matter, it doesn't matter.

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"Ah!"

Jiang Mingchen tried to dry his Taoist robe with spiritual power, with a helpless expression on his face, "No way? Foundation Establishment cultivators also fall into the water and catch cold?"

On the ground was a young man wriggling like a silkworm chrysalis, his brain was shiny, and his wet robe was still dripping.

After Jiang Mingchen dried his clothes, he slowly approached, and under the other's disbelieving gaze, he searched for the other's belongings, not even leaving an empty storage bag for him.

Once the body touches the waters and land here, the spiritual power that can be used is only at the level of refining qi.

This familiar feeling reminded Jiang Mingchen of the desert he had once crossed.

He became more and more curious about the Jianghuai Mountains.

There may be some inextricable connections between this place and the desert that it first crossed.If we find something in common between the two, will we be able to "break through"?

Seeing Jiang Mingchen get up and leave, the bald-headed moan on the ground lessened, and his eyes became more ferocious.

He has robbed for many years, but this is the first time he has suffered!

It's a pity that this kid is too merciful, as a loose cultivator, he didn't kill him completely.

When he gets out of trouble, he must take revenge!

Once he leaves Jianghuaidu, the restrictions on monks will become weaker and weaker. He only needs to gather his men and lie in ambush outside Jianghuaidu, and he will be able to avenge his shame.

Naturally, Jiang Mingchen would not ignore the scorching gaze from behind.

He knows that the other party has accomplices, but he is willing to give the other party a chance, if the other party is sensible, otherwise, he can catch them all at once.

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"Jiang Daoyou! You are fine!"

Jiang Mingchen played while walking, admiring the scenery along the way. It took about an hour before he reached the entrance of Jianghuai Valley.

A casual cultivator stood there looking at him, saw him from a distance, immediately waved his hands and shouted, and when he approached, he even looked up and down, feeling very grateful.

Jiang Mingchen's heart warmed, and he replied with a smile: "Friend Qian Daoist."

"It's okay, it's okay."

As he spoke, Brother Qian's eyes fell on Jiang Mingchen's waist, "Did they take your dagger away?"

"No, that fellow daoist is a very good person. Not only did he not ask for a dagger, but he also gave me some things, saying that he didn't know each other if he didn't fight."

Jiang Mingchen smiled and said, "Don't talk about him, let's go in."

"Ah good."

Although Sanxiu surnamed Qian was suspicious, the young man in front of him was obviously not dropped. As a man whose lifespan was nearing the end, he didn't have to worry about the other party's plans, so after he calmed down a little, he forgot about it and went in with Jiang Mingchen. go.

Since Jiang Mingchen came here for the first time, Sanxiu surnamed Qian introduced the situation here while he was on his way.

"This bazaar took shape decades ago, but it has gradually been perfected in recent years. In the bazaar, as long as you take out the corresponding chips, you can exchange for anything."

Can it be exchanged for anything?Why does it sound more and more like a black market?

Jiang Mingchen was suspicious.

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"Excellent Nanting Jade! Ten low-grade spirit stones can take away this pile! Pass by, don't miss it! If you miss today, you will never find such a cheap Nanting Jade again!"

"The yellow-grade cuttlefish on the shore of the ink sea are delicious. Take a look, they are still alive! It's not easy to catch! Take them back now, and you won't die within ten days! If you die early, you can come here to find me in the next year, I, Mr. Chen Three is the owner of the long-term stall here, and he will still be here next year, when the time comes, buy one and pay three!"

"The yellow-level low-grade spiritual fruits just picked! They are all delicious and full of aura! Buy one catty, get one or two free! Only ten low-grade spirit stones are sold for one catty, and if you buy five catties, you only need 45 low-grade spirit stones. Buy more It’s definitely a bargain if you give more gifts! If you don’t buy it, you’ll be at a loss!”

A sound of yelling made Jiang Mingchen feel in a trance, only to feel that he was back in the 21st century. Suddenly, a hand grabbed his arm, bringing him back to his senses in an instant.

Jiang Mingchen looked towards the monk who stopped him, and asked politely, "What's the matter with you?"

"I see fellow daoists as young and talented, with a dignified appearance, and you can see that they are of extraordinary background! Please take pity on me, the poor little old man!

The little old man has not eaten for many days, and his spiritual power is lacking. Seeing that his life is approaching, he wants to have a good meal before he dies!

But little old man, I am penniless, so I really have no choice but to be cheeky and beg kind people! "

Ah this...

Jiang Mingchen had never encountered such a situation. Judging from the appearance, the person in front of him was at least seven or eighty years old. His hair was almost completely white, with only a few strands of black hair here and there. He was wearing a patched Taoist robe, and his face was a little dirty. Got some weak spiritual power, but the cultivation level is indeed not high.

It's appalling for a low-ranking monk to be in such a state, and it's quite unbearable.

Fortunately, Jiang Mingchen's eyes were extremely sharp, and he quickly discovered that although the other party's face was ashen and bruised, his ears were rosy and full.

Brother Qian was negotiating with the roadside stall owner, and when he turned his head, he saw this scene, and his eyelids twitched.

No, my little brother is being targeted by someone!

The market in Jianghuai Valley is full of traffic.When there are too many people, it is inevitable that fish and dragons will be mixed.Whether it is Jianghuaidu's gang of ten who make a living by robbery, or this kind of monk Pengci who bullies "newcomers", they all belong to "rat shit".

Brother Qian dropped the spiritual fruit he was picking out, and was about to walk over. After only a short while, Jiang Mingchen quickly understood the situation in front of him, and a slight surprise appeared on the face of the young man who looked very deceitful. color.

"How can you say that? As a monk, you are fighting for your life, how can you give up lightly?

I see that your complexion is rosy and your body is in good health. You are still far away from your birthday!

Instead of losing your strength and giving birth to inner demons, it is better to face everything!

There is a saying that when the heavens will send a great mission to the people, they must first toil their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, and if they are not broken, they will not stand. How can I know that you have a chance to break through, but out of "good intentions", destroy your practice?

I can never do such an evil thing! "

Old monk: "..."

What a nonsense...

He thought, this is a new face, even if he sees that he is pretending, he can't refuse it directly, he can only save money and avoid disaster.

Who knew that this kid didn't take an unusual path?

"You, you are not allowed to go!"

Knowing that the other party would kill him and refuse to lose money, he had no choice but to rush forward, trying to hug Jiang Mingchen.

Jiang Mingchen quickly dodged it, and the old man lay down on the ground, crying, "Ouch! I beat someone, I beat someone! There's no reason!"

"I have a video stone, do you want to continue?" Jiang Mingchen said with a smile, raising the things he took out of his hand.

"You!" The old man was dumbfounded, how could this kid have a video stone?Have you ever suffered here?

You must know that the video stones that can be used here are all expensive, so it is better to give up a few Lingbei to save money and avoid disaster.

"For a few pieces of Lingbei, why don't you just give it to him? Why bother with him?"

A clear voice sounded from the crowd, and the crowd split left and right, and a young man in a Chinese robe walked in from the outside.

He is only fifteen years old, rich and powerful, and the gorgeous robes on his body are estimated to cost hundreds of thousands of shells, not to mention the hair crown on his head.

The one who came in with the young man was a young man in his twenties. Although his cultivation had been suppressed to the stage of qi refining, just by looking at the other party's behavior, he could tell that this young man was not a qi refining cultivator.

In the market, some people have heard that there is a distinguished guest today, could it be the person in front of him?

However, since the "young lord" opened his mouth, many onlookers showed disdain.

I didn't expect this distinguished guest to be so naive...

Jiang Mingchen sized up the person, turned his gaze away, and continued to say to the old liar, "If you keep pestering me, I'll hand over this video stone to the patrol team at the market. You don't want to be kicked out, do you?"

The old man was taken aback for a moment, but when he realized it, he became a little annoyed.

But he's just a casual cultivator. Like him, he's a low-level fish and shrimp in the cultivation world. What's the big deal? !

After Jiang Mingchen finished speaking, he put the video stone back into his arms, and turned to leave.

As a result, at this moment, a gust of wind came from behind, Jiang Mingchen reflexively pulled out the dagger from his waist, and stabbed back instinctively!

Where collective cultivation is suppressed, the role of the dagger is infinitely magnified.

As an atypical swordsman who has practiced swords for many years, Jiang Mingchen reacted so quickly that the person behind him who was about to hold his shoulders was taken aback. He quickly backed away, drew his sword, and blocked the sudden attack.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound spread into everyone's ears.

They thought that what was broken was the dagger of the young man.

As a result, the next moment, the two people in the field separated, and the young man in Chinese clothes looked at the crack on his saber, unable to calm down for a long time.

How can it be? !

His mysterious saber was broken so easily by the opponent?

Could it be that this dagger...is higher than Xuan level?

He originally only regarded the other party as an ordinary casual cultivator, but now, when he looked at the dagger in Jiang Mingchen's hand again, he couldn't help but look solemn.

Jiang Mingchen didn't care about the shocked gaze of the other party, he walked out of the crowd and called Brother Qian to move on.

Brother Qian walked out for a while, looked back, and found that the young man in Chinese clothes was still standing where he was, staring at them.

"Little brother, what is the origin of your dagger, why is it so powerful?" Brother Qian was a little curious.

Jiang Mingchen reinserted the dagger, and said with nostalgia, "I bought this for a... family member. Later, we had a sudden change, and the thing couldn't be delivered, so I kept it with me as a comfort."

"I see!"

Hearing what Jiang Mingchen said, Brother Qian couldn't persuade the other party to sell the dagger as soon as possible, or hide it.

Although this thing is eye-catching, it is not something their casual cultivators can keep, but after all, it is a kind of thought, and it is understandable to bring it by the master's side.

"Be careful yourself, there are not a few people who make up their minds." Brother Qian couldn't help but reminded again.

After Jiang Mingchen thanked him earnestly, he asked, "I don't know what rare items my brother is planning to buy when he comes to the market this time?"

Old Brother Qian gave a wry smile, "To tell you the truth, I came to buy Jidan, and I want to try it while I still have the chance. But Jidan has always been priceless, so I don't know if I can buy it this time." Grab..."

Jiang Mingchen understood Brother Qian's depression.

Not to mention their low-level casual cultivators, even the outer disciples of Tianxuanzong also worry about foundation establishment.

In recent years, Danxiu has almost been broken down, and Foundation Establishment Pills are becoming less and less common. Even the noble sects have to use them urgently, for fear that there will not be enough pills.

Although everything is as usual now, it is not like previous years.

However, this thing is not difficult for Jiang Mingchen.

If he has the heart to refine, as long as the materials are complete, there will be no problem with several furnaces a year.

"Brother Qian, if you can get all the materials together, I can give you one as a gift."

Brother Qian was walking, when he heard this, his steps faltered and his breathing became short of breath.

"Really, really?"