I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

Taihe Town is very lively in the early morning. When Liang Ce was pumping oil at the market, he heard that hundreds of acres of fertile land had been reclaimed in the western suburbs overnight. For the vagabond and the poor.

Knowing who did it, Liang Chi ran to the western suburbs to find Yu Huaiyin.

Who would have thought that Lu Yi and A Qiu would love to join in the fun more than him, when they saw him arrive, they put their arms around their shoulders and teased: "Hey, you are late, Director Yu has already distributed the fields to everyone, but you don't have a share."

Ah Qiu shook the land deed in his hand, thinking that his father had been catching monsters all his life, but lived in poverty all over the world, and now that he was getting old, he should take a rest.

"Taoist." The crowd had dispersed long ago, Liang Chu looked at the figure beside the ditch, the dawn was shining on this man, warm and soft.

For a moment, he wondered why he would care about that acre of land. He was clearly greedy and dared not say what he wanted.

"But I don't think you need to be sad. Master Yu Dao is very kind. He just promised to teach me and Lu Yi the art of immortality. Do you want to learn it?" Ah Qiu saw that he looked like a boring gourd, so he wanted to get a good book together. Learn some techniques enough to settle down.

Unexpectedly, Liang Chu shook his head, as if he was not interested in these things.

"Ah? You don't even cherish such a good opportunity, so what do you want?" Ah Qiu asked puzzled, and then guessed: "You can't think of immortality, can you?"

Liang Book still shook his head.

"Then..." Ah Qiu didn't get serious twice, and seemed a little unwilling.

"Then what do you want?" Yu Huaiyin was casting a spell to divert water, and he turned around when he heard their conversation. Perhaps the answer to this question was the reason for his coming here.

Do you wish?Liang Ce was stunned, and the scene of common people dying in the alley flashed before his eyes, but he put on a joking look on his face.

"If you have to say it, who doesn't envy the way you live as a marquis and minister, pile up gold and jade, and have a beautiful wife and concubines?"

This is indeed a stable and blissful life that thousands of people can't dream of. Lu Yi and A Qiu glanced at each other, first nodded in agreement, and then burst out laughing and lamented that Liang Chiu was daydreaming.

The Tao is the farmland and canals reclaimed by fairy arts, and human cultivation is needed to pray for a bumper harvest in the coming year, but what should be exchanged for the wealth and wealth for no reason?

"Let's go, ignore him, let's go to the fields to have a look." After a few words between Ah Qiu and Liang Ce, he couldn't wait to run away with the deer.

There is the sound of dogs barking and brooks in the fields, as if people who have worked so hard to drift all their lives, once they have a place worth staying, everything will become hopeful.

"Do you really want to live that kind of life?" Yu Huaiyin stood on the hillside beside the field and saw the peaceful Taihe Town from a high place.

He thought that if he tried his best and exhausted his illusion skills, he might not be able to make everything Liang Chu said come true.

"Just talking casually, the Taoist priest doesn't have to take it seriously..." This question made Liang Ce embarrassed, his eyes dodged and he was thinking about how to explain, but suddenly he heard singing from the field ridge.

It turned out that the two boys, Lu Yi and A Qiu, were helping the two widowed old men in the town to cultivate the plow.

The territory of Taihe Town is not very big, and the neighbors know each other well. Speaking of these two old men, they are not from the locals. They just got together when they passed by this town and saw the beautiful scenery around them. live.

These two people, one with a broken arm and one with a crippled leg, occasionally enjoyed the shade under the tree and told stories to the dolls, about the heavy snow on the top of the rivers and mountains along the ancient road, and the idiotic children and strong daughters turning their hearts.

Listening to his singing now, the vicissitudes of the old man's voice is mixed with the youthful spirit:

In the game of life and death, is it because of misfortune and good fortune to avoid it, with white hair and blood, and youth with withered skin.

In the killing field, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, scholars are not old swords, and knights speak their minds.

In front of the statues of gods and ghosts, only Chunqiu knows me.

In the eyes of the common people, the prosperity and prosperity go back and forth, and each has its own joys and sorrows. I can go in troubled times, but I don't need to return to peace.

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"Taoist Master." The breeze was blowing, Liang Ce looked at the dark land, and couldn't help thinking of the golden color of rice when it was ripe. He said seriously: "I want peace in the world."

The young man's words are always naive and firm, Yu Huaiyin is not surprised that Liang Chi would say such a thing, instead he shifted his gaze to the figure in the field.

At this moment, Lu Yi and A Qiu are happily waving their arms to them.

"Lu Yi, what kind of wish do you think Liang Ce will make with the Taoist priest?" Ah Qiu wiped the sweat from his forehead, still couldn't help being curious.

"Walking chivalry, the world is peaceful." Lu Yi put down the hoe in his hand, and rolled up his trousers.

"How do you know?" Aqiu lowered his head and asked him.

Lu Yi met his gaze and smiled softly: "Didn't you just say that too?"

The so-called innocence is a kind of courage that can unreservedly believe that the world can actually become better, so as to put it into practice and protect it.

All kinds of spells are not as good as cultivating the heart, Yu Huaiyin silently recited the words "The World is Peaceful", but he couldn't think of whether in a certain period of time in the past, he also had the determination to defend something to the death.

He watched the clouds gather and disperse in the sky, and suddenly felt dazed for a moment.

Liang Booken was sitting on the hillside, following Yu Huaiyin's movement of looking around, he found that Lu Yi and the others were working hard on the farm, so he also rolled up his sleeves and wanted to help.But when he accidentally saw the palm of his left hand, he suddenly remembered yesterday that Yu Huaiyin was going to ward off that woman's calamity.

After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand in front of Yu Huaiyin, "Master Dao, I have never left Taihe Town since I was born. It will also change accordingly, do you think I will change?"

A few messy palm prints came into view, how could Yu Huaiyin not know the truth about Liang Ce's life, he knew better than anyone that it was not perfect.

But the young man who didn't know about it now just asked him "will it change", not "whether it is suffering or not".

Is my life very bad?Seeing Yu Huaiyin's silence, Liang Ce thought that he was embarrassing the other party by asking, so he quickly retracted his palm, but he heard the person beside him say: "No."

The voice trembled slightly, causing Liang Ce to raise his head worriedly.

Suddenly, Liang Chu saw a surprise in Yu Huaiyin's eyes, but soon this joy turned into a kind of anxiety and fear, and finally slowly became firm. It was a very complicated emotion, which he couldn't grasp. through.

"Let's go, go down and help." Yu Huaiyin turned around and no longer looked at the boy's apologetic and smiling face.

"Okay." Liang Ce followed and also went to the field.

The common people work in agriculture, work at sunrise and rest at sunset, so when the two returned home, it was already dusk.

Fu Zhao took the oil, salt and condiments bought by Liang Chuan, closed the kitchen, picked up the shovel, and made a big pot of pearl clear water soup with the posture of killing the enemy on the battlefield.

"The soup is here, get out of the way quickly, be careful that it's hot—"

The kitchen door was knocked open, and Fu Zhao put a rag dipped in cold water on both ends of the pot ears, and carefully poured the hot pasta into the porcelain bowl.

"How does it taste?" The woman who seldom made soup in her life looked hopefully at the two tasters.

"Mother's cooking is of course good." Liang Chi gulped down the noodle soup, the so-called whirlwind, and the end soon came to an end, "One more bowl."

Fu Zhao added it to him, and hurriedly turned his head to see the reaction of another "guest".

Under Fu Zhao's expectant gaze, Yu Huaiyin gave a tablespoon of pasta to his mouth, tasted the taste, and said, "It's delicious."

"Really?" Fu Zhao took a sip suspiciously, only to find that the noodle soup was too sticky and hard to swallow, and immediately slapped Liang Chu on the back of the head, "Stinky boy, when did you learn how to be glib?"

Liang Ce was choked by the beating, swallowed and said: "Mother, didn't you say that, if this pearl soup is used when you are marching, it will be a life-saving thing. I have been drinking it for almost 20 years. got used to."

Fu Zhao listened to his sophistry and wanted to teach him another lesson, but Liang Ce easily avoided him. When he turned around and sat on the other side of the table, he still took a piece of pickled cucumber with his chopsticks.

"There is a mother's heart in this soup, so it is naturally not comparable to other things." Yu Huaiyin also imitated Liang Chu's way of eating, mixing some meat stew and pickled vegetables in the noodles, and instantly felt that the soup was much more delicious.

"20 years..." Fu Zhao was sitting in front of the table, holding the bowls and chopsticks in her hands in a daze, thinking that today was the first time she made something for her son, and she had never tried it before. What kind of mood is my mother?

This feeling made Fu Zhao both happy and nervous. She was worried about her clumsiness, but she forgot that she and Liang Ce had been mother and child for nearly 20 years in the small world formed by her magic power.

But in her memory, that baby was still so young.

Fu Zhao used her hands to compare Liang Chi's height when she was a baby, and it was a bit bigger, so she shortened the distance between her hands by a few points.

With such a fragile life, she had grown so tall when she woke up.

"Mother?" Liang Chi didn't understand what Fu Zhao's actions meant at this time, and reminded: "My face is cold."

Fu Zhao's eyes were slightly red, and when he woke up, he felt a little embarrassed, and said with a smile, "Let's eat, there will be a caravan coming to town in a few days, mother and shopkeeper Han said hello, and told you to follow the caravan Go out to see the world, you can't stay here forever, you have to wander around more..."

"Oh, I got it." Liang Chi heard that Fu Zhao asked him to go out with the caravan, and he just thought it was some hard work to carry goods and do odd jobs. After going for ten days and a half months, he came back. He didn't care much at the moment, so he agreed down.

Yu Huaiyin sees Fu Zhao's thoughts, and knows that she is only for mother and child to see, and people and ghosts have different paths, so they can't stay for a long time.

……

Flying sand at night, covering the sky but not seeing the light, the sun and the moon are different, and the city god appears.

On the third morning when Yu Huaiyin came to this small world, he discovered a strange thing, that is, an unprecedented dust storm blew in Taihe Town last night, which caused a natural phenomenon.

When I woke up early in the morning, the time had passed, but the sky was still dark.

It can be seen that Fu Zhao's ghost power has begun to weaken, and it is difficult to support such a huge illusion.

"Ghosts and gods are angry, please invite the City God." This is a custom in Taihe Town, so as soon as Liang Chu opened his eyes, he was dragged by Lu Yi and the others to the City God's Temple for divination.

Yu Huaiyin originally planned to go with him, but he knew that the root cause of this matter was still in Fu Zhao, he didn't need to look far away, he only needed to send some spiritual power to the illusion itself, and all crises would be resolved.

So Yu Huaiyin didn't delay, he sat cross-legged on the couch, and was about to make a trick.

Suddenly seeing Fu Zhao passing by the window with two jars of candied fruit in his arms, and seeing that he was about to perform a spell, he stepped back a few steps on purpose, put one of the jars of candied fruit in front of the window, and coaxed with crooked eyes: "Little Immortal, what is this?" Dried dates with walnuts, very sweet—"