After Transmigrating I And The Villain

The people who ran out of the bamboo house seemed to repeat the previous picture again, walking non-stop all the way, ran directly to the nearest village, and saw some popularity, only then their faces were pale, and they stopped with soft legs.

Zhang's swollen face was covered, angry and angry, aggrieved: "Wuya Taoist, what do you mean? We spend so much money to invite you over, but we don't want to see you kowtow to others..."

The angry voice gradually disappeared under Wuya Taoist's cold gaze, and his heart was filled with coldness.

The others were originally angry, seeing this scene, closed their eyes and patted their chests to calm themselves down.

Taoist Wu Ya waited for Zhang to shut up and said, "When you invited me, you didn't say that your niece was doing so well!"

Zhang groaned: "...This, isn't she disobedient?"

She was still a lot guilty in the end.

Li Sheng hurriedly interjected: "Master, we also care and we are chaotic, please don't blame the master!"

"If you care, you will be chaotic?" Taoist Wu Ya sneered, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know who is here?"

The second child of the Su family whispered: "We are all ordinary farmers, how do you know this, master, what is going on?"

Everyone nodded and looked at him blankly. They didn't dare to move too much, for fear of angering the master again.

But the scene just now was thrilling, and they only looked at the two of them. The difference made them feel shocked.

Wu Ya Taoist looked at these ignorant people and was very angry. If it weren’t for them, if he had noticed, he might still have a good relationship with this predecessor and get a little bit of benefit. Now there is more than nothing, and he almost becomes an enemy of the predecessor. It's a beeping dog!

He whispered angrily: "What's the matter? Seeing you are so powerful, I thought you knew? I don't know how many words?"

Everyone in the Su family, as well as the talkative onlookers, were scolded and dared not lift their heads.

Zhang wanted to say a few more words, but his son Li Sheng held his mouth tightly, and then he closed his mouth unwillingly.

Seeing them not talking, Taoist Wuya felt a little relieved, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know the spirit world? This senior is from the spirit world! At least there is a foundation to build a foundation to create that layer of coercion! Brother Ji! Do you know how powerful it is? Just move your fingers, you mortals can die!"

In the mortal realm, the spiritual energy is thin, and the cultivator's ability to refine the energy into the body is already extremely talented, let alone build a foundation, it is completely impossible.

Therefore, the Wuya Taoist who lives in this world is only a cultivator of the third level of Qi refining, but in this way he is already highly respected in this world.

If he didn't like the palace, he might still be regarded as the next seat of the national teacher.

Wu Ya Taoist finished speaking, still had a lingering fear.

I didn't expect to see a foundation-building monk here. Looking at his grace, I don't know which sect's direct disciple entered the mortal world by mistake, and it was really a pity that he couldn't reach the relationship.

He thought this way, and felt regret after he finished speaking. He really looked at each other, and then slowly realized something, and the stormy sea rolled up in his eyes.

Then low exclamation sounded frequently among the dozen people:

"From the spirit world?!!!"

"It's the foundation building monk, it's an immortal!"

"My God, is that dead girl so powerful?"

"What is the relationship between that fairy and Su Ling?"

Zhang's complexion changed drastically, his red and swollen face was still there, looking like a tomato, listening to the voices of the people in his ear, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "Oh, let me go, my niece is so powerful, and can serve the fairy, son, Do you think your sister will succeed?!"

Everyone: "..."

Fuck, I have never seen such a shameless one.

Those with a little bit of face all looked at Zhang angrily, only Li Sheng nodded in cooperation: "Mother, you are right!"

Everyone was about to complain, suddenly a few drops of water floated on their faces, they looked up, and they felt that the dripping rain was getting happier, and it meant that it was getting bigger and bigger.

Taoist Wuya shook his head, waved the dust in his hand, forming a barrier, and left with his back on his back.

There was a lot of disturbance over there, here...it should have been quiet and calm.

Just waiting for the group of people to leave completely, Demon Zun Yi Heng, who was still stroking Su Ling's head with a gentle expression, suddenly turned pale and flushed suddenly, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

In order to avoid soiling the dining table, Yi Heng tilted his head, and the blood fell on the floor of the bamboo house, dyed red with the ground brown bamboo, looking shocking.

Su Ling panicked and stood up abruptly. She didn't care if the bench behind her buttocks fell to the ground. She ran over to support Yi Heng and was too anxious: "Master, what happened to you? Why did you vomit blood?!!!"

"Master, did you use your spiritual power just now, why did you use it before the injury? I thought you were quite relaxed..."

Su Ling was really frightened. In modern concepts, vomiting blood is a terrible thing, especially when vomiting blood in front of her. At that moment, her mind went blank and her hands and feet became cold.

Yi Heng frowned, sinking his heart, pinched a magic jue in his left hand, flipped it twice, and ran the little spiritual power in his body, depressed the muscles and the sharp pain in his chest, felt a little more comfortable in his throat, and then Hurriedly said: "It's okay."

"It's okay to be a ghost!" Su Ling rolled his eyes angrily, and his crisp voice was stained with hoarseness: "Is it okay to vomit blood?!"

His body was uncomfortable, and Yi Heng couldn't even use his spiritual sense to see everything around him. His eyes were still closed, but he could feel a trace of warmth seeping into his body from the little hands that held his arms, and finally linger around him. Heart.

He pulled out a smile, took two deep breaths, suppressed the pain, and said warmly: "What I vomit for the teacher is bruises, it's not in the way."

Su Ling looked at him suspiciously, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief in his other hand.

But seeing that Yi Heng, who had been slowly coming over, pinched a magic decision again, slowly exhaled a suffocating breath, his expression was much better than before.

Yi Heng said, "Pour a glass of water for the teacher."

Su Ling did the same. When handing him the tea cup, he hesitated and said, "Master, would you like to go back to your room and rest?"

"It's okay." Yi Balance lost a smile, his eyebrows softened, his eyelashes trembling lightly, "This is a feast for the apprentice, you can't miss it."

Seeing his insistence, Su Ling pursed his lips, and said nothing.

Just take care of him by picking more vegetables when eating.

After tossing for a long time, the rabbit meat finally entered his mouth. Su Ling tasted the roasted rabbit in his mouth and nodded with satisfaction. He felt that this was an extraordinary performance today. The rabbit meat was roasted just right, and the skin was charred and crispy and tender. The peppers are mixed together, and the spicy mouth is red, but I can't stop my mouth.

"It's delicious!" Su Ling sighed, shaking his head.

Yi Heng listened to the nice voice of the little girl in his ear, and the corners of his lips curled up, and the lips stained with some oily lips looked more beautiful than before, even a little more attractive.

Su Ling's gaze drifted past unconsciously, and then quickly moved away, taking a bite, not to be content with it.

Yi Heng didn't notice her gaze. He only felt a pity. She couldn't see what she looked like at this time. She likes eating so much. She must be cute?

After enduring for a few seconds, Yi Heng tried to dig out a trace of spiritual knowledge, but without thinking too much, he wanted to see the look of the girl next to him.

It was only the mind that moved, and there was a sharp pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, which caused the wounds of the internal organs to erupt again, eh!

Silent snorting, sweet throat, Yi Heng gritted his teeth, did not let himself vomit blood, on the surface it looked like he was eating vegetables, the hot rabbit meat entrance, it was painful to breathe hard.

But for some reason, Yi Heng felt happy.

After a meal, both of them were satisfied.

Su Ling helped Yi Heng enter the room to rest. His forehead was touched by his fingers, and a message was transmitted to her head. It was quickly released, and then he heard him say: "Heal the injury for the teacher first, temporarily retreat, you first write down Don’t worry if you don’t understand this technique, and teach you when you come out as a teacher."

"Okay." Su Ling nodded obediently: "Master, don't worry, I have a lot of time."

"Yeah." Yi Heng bent his lips, tentatively stretched out his hand, but felt empty. When he was about to lose, his palm touched a soft touch, and his little apprentice brought his head over by himself.

Su Ling walked out briskly, and couldn't wait to see what Yi Heng passed on.

Before, she thought it didn't make any difference whether to cultivate immortals or not, but after tasting the vegetables that were catalyzed by the energy group, she felt that cultivating immortals was still very good!

At that time, she will have to raise a lot of animals, and use those vegetables with aura, and maybe the taste will be upgraded a lot!

The bamboo door closed, blocking Su Ling's sight.

She didn't see that, behind the bamboo door, the man sitting on the bed turned pale again and vomited another mouthful of blood. He fell softly on the bed and passed out.

When Su Ling came out, it was still raining heavily outside, and the rain dripped down outside the bamboo house, but inside the bamboo house, he couldn't feel it at all. He only felt a little cool and very comfortable.

The bird chirping that had been lingering before disappeared, and the chicks and the coyote were hiding in their small houses.

Su Ling held an umbrella and added a little water and a little food to each of them, then boiled water to take a bath, and went back to the house to practice exercises.

The exercises given by Yi Heng are very good at first glance.

Because it was so profound, Su Ling didn't even understand it at first glance.

However, the things passed by Divine Sense are powerful, very detailed, and she knows every word, so after reading it twice, she started to understand.

This exercise didn't have a name, but after reading it, Su Ling felt that it was extremely suitable for him.

She did not practice cross-legs like ordinary monks. Instead, she lay flat on the bed with her eyes closed, and guided the spiritual power scattered on her tendons to wander through the body according to the method stated in the exercises.

Every tendon must be walked through. In this way, when passing through all tendons, the spiritual power guided by Su Ling's divine sense is already a very objective mass for her, and finally she condenses this mass at her dantian place. .

This action seems simple, but it takes a very long time for the spiritual power to operate for a small week.

When Su Ling finished this action, she felt hungry in her stomach. She opened her eyes and stretched her waist. She only felt refreshed. She turned lightly to the ground, and ran out to see.

It is still raining outside, but it has changed from heavy rain to light rain.

The location of the bamboo house is not low, there is no accumulation of water, and the air is a little bit colder than before, but Su Ling does not feel cold.

Two dogs were lying at the door of the small house, sticking out their tongues and barking at her.

There was no sun at this time, and Su Ling vaguely relied on the sky to find that he had practiced for nearly a whole day!

No wonder the stomach is so hungry.

She glanced at the room where Yi Heng was. Even if there was interference from rain, Su Ling's five senses were much more sensitive than before. She could detect that there was no movement in the room, and it was estimated that Yi Heng would not come out in a short time.

Suddenly she had no idea of ​​cooking, so she took out the leftover food from yesterday, heated it up at will, and barely filled her belly, she came to the vegetable field under the umbrella.

Unlike the previous efforts to condense a small group of faint energy groups, after a whole day of practice, Su Ling's control of spiritual power is much better than before. With his white fingertips stretched out, he can see a trace of the same thickness as a line. The line of spiritual force was slowly entwined on a cabbage that had grown a lot after being washed by rain.

Then the spiritual energy quickly submerged into the cabbage, and you could see the cabbage grow up quickly, from fingers long to a big laugh that you can't hold in both hands, the emerald green cabbage leaves, the tender white cabbage roots, and the water droplets are still shaking. Hanging on it, indescribably tempting.

She looked at it with affection, and then decisively uprooted the cabbage, and generously threw it among the young chickens, and saw the long-hungry young chickens fluttering wings excitedly against the cabbage and began to eat.

Su Ling watched from the side with very kind eyes: "Hurry up and eat. When you grow up, the master should be out too, so you can make chicken soup!"

The little chicken's neck got a cold: "Kicky????"

The author has something to say: There are a total of five chickens designed, how to eat it?