In those years, the cultivators we cut together

Big Rakshasa Heaven, Rakshasa Village

"The situation is like this. The clansmen here regard us as robbers, but it is true that students who don't know the truth will definitely think that they are monsters subconsciously when they see them, and kill them to find treasures. After all, everyone is for treasures. here."

In the cellar, Lin Xiaolu briefly told everyone about the news he had received from Patriarch Yan, and the whole group suddenly realized.

"Boss, I think this is a bit strange, don't you think it's strange?"

In Xiao Yuer's arms, Shuai Shuai Ya said with a puzzled face: "Although the reason is such a reason, it is a bit far-fetched."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu didn't care much, with his head resting on his arms, his body lying in the dry straw, his legs crossed and he said:

"Never mind him, they've come anyway, the patriarch is quite reasonable, let us stay here, and said that as long as we don't make trouble, he will let us go when this secret realm is over."

"Brother Lu, could he be lying to us?" Zhuang Baobao looked suspicious:

"Our spiritual power was sealed by that old man in a strange way. If he turns around and refuses to admit it, then we..."

Speaking of this, the complexions of the few people inevitably changed. Patriarch Yan's methods are not bad, not much worse than the power of Heaven and Human Realm. Their spiritual powers are all sealed, only Lin Xiaolu is fine, but it is obvious that Lin Xiaolu beat But there are so many Rakshasa people.

In the corner, Bingtang'er, who was sitting with her legs crossed, frowned slightly and said:

"Now we have nothing to do. No one thought that Patriarch Yan could directly snatch back that female Raksha named Fu Luo. We still have too little experience, thinking that we can sit back and relax with a hostage."

"That's right, you can't fight again and again, as long as you stay alive, old man Yan said, we can all move about in the village as we please, as long as it doesn't affect the lives of the villagers, we don't need to leave the village." Lin Xiaolu put on a look Then Anzhi's appearance.

Seeing this, the others had no choice but to stay there for now.

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"Crack."

The huge purple radish was bitten open, and the sweet juice flowed out from the corner of the mouth.

"Bingtang, the radish here is delicious, don't you want to try it?"

Lin Xiaolu gnawed on the water radish, while looking at Bing Tang'er, who had a bulging cheek with candied haws next to him.

She glanced at the huge radish in Lin Xiaolu's hand, her pure white eyes showed a lovely dull expression, as if she was thinking about why this radish is dark purple and grows so big.

But after all, she shook her head and rejected Lin Xiaolu's kindness, she didn't really want to eat this kind of weird fruit.

Glancing at the villagers passing by, Bingtang'er said suspiciously: "Xiaolu, the villagers look at us so strangely, they really don't seem to like us."

"It's normal, this thing belongs to the first impression left by word of mouth." Lin Xiaolu said with a smile while nibbling on a big radish:

"It's like when I was young, the old man in the village told us ghost stories, and the thieves he told were scary. Then our first impression of ghosts was bad, scary, and scary, but in fact we had never seen ghosts at all. We only heard about ghosts from others. Said."

He said brazenly: "But don't worry, the first impression can be broken, especially because I am so handsome and cultured. It won't take long for the Rakshasa in this village to like me, ho ho ho ho ho ho."

After eating the radish, the greedy Lin Xiaolu went to the field to pull another one, washed it with water from a well not far away, and continued to eat.

Patriarch Yan said that as long as they don't cause trouble, Raksha Village will treat them as landlords, eat and drink whatever they want, and he is going to chat with old man Yan when he is full. Show off your aura and communicate.

"Lin Xiaolu, here comes the fruit you asked for."

In the distance, Fu Luo appeared pushing a wooden trolley, which was filled with various melons and fruits.

According to the village regulations of Rakshasa Village, if there is no emergency, the village cannot use their abilities at will, so all Rakshasa people have been living a farming life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

At this moment, Fu Luo came here pushing a cart full of fruits, and complained: "The patriarch grandpa regretted it after knowing your appetite. If he knew it, he should have let you go."

"Haha, the patriarch's grandfather is still too young." Lin Xiaolu happily picked up a big watermelon from the car, opened his mouth and began to chew.

He found that the food of the Raksha people was very delicious. They were basically melons and fruits grown in the fields. They were not particularly sweet, but they were very watery and refreshing. It was very satisfying to eat in summer.

"Where's your younger sister and the duck?" Fu Luo asked curiously after looking around, seeing no one else.

"My sister was walking ducks in the village, and Zhuang Baobao followed. He is now my sister's new dog."

"What do you mean dog legs?" Fu Luo asked casually.

"That's what my little brother means, you don't even understand that?"

On the side, Bing Tang'er, who was in a daze, was slightly taken aback when he heard the two people's words.

It turns out that he is Xiaolu's henchman?

Beside him, the two girls watched Lin Xiaolu eating and drinking alone, and chatted briefly with each other, becoming familiar.

Soon, the boy was finally full. He patted his round belly, burped, and then swaggered towards Yan Buyi's thatched cottage.

When he passed the Rakshasa who was standing guard at the door, he excitedly patted the buttocks of the Rakshasa on the left.

"The young man's butt is very sticky, do you want to hang out with me in the future?"

Luo Sha was stunned, and after he entered the thatched cottage, he looked at his companion on the right suspiciously:

"This human monk said that my butt is very sticky, what does that mean?"

The Rakshasa on the right touched his chin and thought for a while, then said uncertainly:

"I don't know too well, but from the tone of his voice, he seems to be praising you, and I can see his love for talent from his face."

Hearing this, that Rakshasa laughed foolishly, and said with a smile:

"Unexpectedly, this human monk is quite discerning, and he is not as bad as I thought."

At this moment, in the thatched cottage, Lin Xiaolu came to Yan Buyi who was weaving, and said curiously:

"What is Patriarch Yan doing?"

"Weaving baskets."

Yan Buyi said, put down the half-woven basket in her hands, and looked at the boy in front of her:

"Little friend Lin is going to show the old man his temper?"

"That's right, it's not a rare thing in the first place." Lin Xiaolu opened his hand to the old man, and the next moment, an invisible scorching heat spread from the palm of his hand.

"This is the internal force, which emanates from the dantian. I have been practicing for a long time, and the true energy in my body is condensed into the inner alchemy, which is endless and endless."

field.Yan Buyi looked carefully at the zhenqi in front of him, felt the scorching heat, and said in surprise:

"It doesn't belong to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, nor does it belong to all things in nature. Is this the transformation of your own true energy?"

"That's right, does Patriarch Yan want to learn?" Lin Xiaolu asked with a smile.

In front of him, the elderly Yan Buyi carefully studied the inner strength for a while, then shook his head:

"Our Rakshasa is born with the ability to communicate the energy of all things in nature. Although your internal force is exquisite, I already have one thing, so there is no need to learn it."

"Yeah." Lin Xiaolu nodded: "Your Rakshasa's body should be different from other people's. In fact, I can't teach you. The Yi Jin Jing is a martial art created for the human body. If you want to learn it, you have to make some modifications. , it’s hard, I guess only my duck can figure it out.”