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

There are rocks on the bottom of the sea, the sun, moon and sky in the rocks, the sky is above, and fine snow falls in a small courtyard planted with ginkgo trees. There are two blue-tiled houses in the courtyard.

The window of one of the rooms had just been opened with a wooden pole, and the cold wind took the opportunity to enter, but it was washed away by the steaming water vapor on the stove, and a wisp of rice fragrance floated out.

In front of the fire stove, a touch of apricot color kept spinning. The steamed ginseng chicken in the pot on his left was at the right temperature, and the pig blood porridge in the purple clay pot on his right was also delicious. It seemed that this person was very interested in cooking rice and spooning. Have it at your fingertips.

"Liangce, it's time to eat." Four dishes and one soup were put on the table. Yu Huaiyin placed the bowls and chopsticks and shouted towards the southeast corner of the yard.

"Okay." Hearing the call, Liangce straightened up from behind the two medicine stoves. He put down the donkey-hide gelatin and white peony root in his hands, and drank another bowl of bitter medicine that nourishes qi, nourishes blood, and strengthens the body. He trotted from the thatched shed into the house.

The distance between the hut and the house was very close, but just twenty or thirty steps away, Liangce felt that the place was very cold, especially since it had been snowing very quietly and densely for seven days. There was a moment's pause.

"It's cold outside, I'll fry the medicine from now on." Hearing the familiar footsteps, Yu Huaiyin raised his eyes and looked at the visitor's face. He seemed to be much rosier than yesterday. When the person approached, he stretched out his arms. Putting two fingers on Liangce's neck, the touch felt cold, and he knew that the slight redness on this man's face and the tips of his ears was caused by the wind and snow.

Yu Huaiyin sighed, "Just tell me the recipe." As he said that, he sent another stream of heart-protecting demonic energy into Liangzhu's body.

"It doesn't matter, Master, don't waste your cultivation." Liangcei was frightened by his actions and took a step back. Then he smiled with a crooked eyebrow and sat down in front of the table full of dishes. He picked up his chopsticks and looked at it. With these fresh dishes that he had never seen before, he couldn't help but feel that he was really lucky.

In the past, he often heard Yi Rong use the word "wonderful" to describe Yu Huaiyin. He once nodded with deep understanding, but he didn't expect that he could have a deeper understanding today.

The person in front of him was a little too good at taking care of others, and he was also too good at taking precautions.

For example, he never knew that the heavy storage bag that Yu Huaiyin personally tied around his waist on the night he left for God's Realm contained everything, as small as fruits and vegetables, pots and pans, quilts and shoes. Socks, the most common item of food and clothing, can range from natural materials and earthly treasures to magic tools, talismans and other things that can heal injuries and save lives.

A few days ago, when he woke up from a coma, he found that all the wounds on his body, large and small, had been taken care of, and Yu Huaiyin was sorting out the numerous and messy bits and pieces he had summoned from the storage bag. There were not many. As if by magic, the old house that had been abandoned for an unknown period of time was transformed into a brand new one.

At that time, he wanted to get up to help, but he was too injured to move. He heard Yu Huaiyin sigh in surprise: "Ah, there are even pine nut candies and tea leaves, it's amazing."

Then, the fatigue and relaxation of the rest of his life swallowed him up for a time. Liangzhi didn't know how long he had been struggling between half-awake and half-asleep. He just felt that he was back in the cold sea of ​​suffering, climbing the mountain. There were endless cliffs in sight, and every time he couldn't hold on any longer and wanted to let the sea water cut him to pieces, a force would support him in time and pull him upward, so he Hearing the sound of waves hitting the rocks, and seeing the light flowing into the seabed at sunrise, it seemed like a thread involving life and death was tightly wrapped around his heart, trying to take him back to the world.

So, he stumbled to the shore and opened his eyes when the Golden Crow leaped out of the sea. He saw a neat and warm little room. There was someone sitting next to him and saw that he was awake. A pair of clear black and white eyes flashed clear. color.

"Good book?" After a stormy meal, Yu Huaiyin found his little apprentice staring blankly at the half-eaten old hen on the plate. He didn't know what kind of emotional exchange they had. After eating, he said, "Do you want more food? I'm going to wash the dishes."

"Oh -" Liangce came back from his thoughts. He took the bowl and chopsticks from Yu Huaiyin's hand and walked straight to the stove, "I'll do it."

His hands were suddenly empty. Yu Huaiyin looked at Liangcei's busy back. He could vaguely detect a hint of uneasiness in Liangce's mood, and hurriedly walked over and gave him a reassurance, "Don't worry, I've been waiting for you since you woke up." I almost didn’t practice my cultivation rashly anymore. The things I can think of in the past few days are still the same as before. I still remember that I killed a person named Su Xuanzhi..."

The name that came out of his mouth was still very unfamiliar, but Yu Huaiyin did remember that he had a fierce battle with the boy holding the piano. Now he only has one memory left, which is when he accidentally bumped into Lu Zhiwei trying to break into the Demon Realm. It started and ended when he and Liangce came to this small courtyard inexplicably.

During this period, he was very impressed by all the disasters caused by Xue Ji's chaos in the upper world, but it was difficult to ensure that he would completely forget something about a certain person, as if he still remembered a person who died in Yumudong Mountains. The girl in green clothes below, but she couldn't remember who the person named Yue Canheng was in Liangce's mouth.

The snow outside the window is thicker, and it is caressed by the wind like goose feathers, flying up and down in the air, like silver fireflies.

Liangcei drained the dishes and stacked them neatly. He looked at the white snow that never rested day and night. He wanted to say that there was nothing wrong with forgetting it. The person who always wanted to change things in the past lived too long. It’s hard, isn’t it happier now?

Probably from the moment he woke up, Liangce felt that Yu Huaiyin had become much more relaxed after leaving behind his past life. He had already tried to trick this person and found that Yu Huaiyin only had memories of less than fifteen days in the past. , so the pain of three thousand years of soul separation and the grinding of hundreds of reincarnations have disappeared.

He didn't know what kind of choices and efforts the people around him had made. After eliminating all cause and effect, Yu Huaiyin withheld fifteen days from the ashes of this life, guarding a person who was almost seriously injured and dying, and called out a person. The name is Liangce.

"Ayin..." Liangce's eyes turned red. He wanted to say something, but the moment he opened his mouth, he was blocked by a pine nut candy.

"Don't be sad." Yu Huaiyin took out a palm-sized clam shell from his arms, held it up to Liangzhi and shook it, "Look, I have kept everything you told me yesterday. I promise I will listen to it every day from now on and I will never forget you.”

Demons have prosperous seven emotions and can best perceive the joys and sorrows of living beings.

Nowadays, Yu Huaiyin doesn't like the taste of sadness, so he also feeds himself a candy, flicks the sweet little thing with the tip of his tongue and melts it in his mouth.

It's so sweet. He can taste such a wonderful taste. Why should he be unhappy? There is nothing in the world that can make him unhappy.

Probably because he felt that he had coaxed the weeping little disciple, Yu Huaiyin was quite proud and kept his promise. He sat on the chair and put the shell to his ear to listen to the sounds inside. During this period, he was quite comfortable preparing A pot of tea.

A faint mist of water lingered in front of my eyes. Liangcei finished cleaning the kitchen and mopped the floor, and sat down next to Yu Huaiyin, looking at the snow outside the window with his eyes.

The weather was gloomy and not much light penetrated into the room. Only a small corner fell just on the two people. The dim light and shadow split the space behind the chairs, making people look back and see a darkness.

"Liangce, who do you think was the original owner of this house?" Yu Huaiyin once again listened to the twenty years of intense love and hate. He shrank his neck to relax his body and slumped on the chair, like a wild beast. The lazy and contented tiredness of lying on the grass after a hearty meal.