Survive, the rules of rebirth for the villain witch

"Girl, it's getting dark. It's dangerous to go boating at night."

At the dock, the boatman did not take the ten taels of silver ingot that Youhuang handed over immediately, but reminded that there were risks in sailing at night.

Youhuang was a little surprised. You know, this ingot of silver was not only enough for him to buy a new ship, but also enough for him to live a good life for half a year. He didn't expect that he would refuse.

"I think the water is flowing smoothly, and there should be no wind or waves at night." You Huang didn't think so, and stuffed the silver into the boatman's hand and said, "Don't worry, boatman. Even though I'm a woman, I'm a good swimmer. I've experienced the wind and waves of the sea, so I can easily handle the river."

"Girl, it has nothing to do with the wind and waves." The boatman pulled the tow rope and said anxiously, "It was the black fog that rose on the river at night. Not only can we not see clearly, but there are also tentacle monsters with tentacles that can span across the two banks. Even a warship can't withstand a tentacle. Even two monks from the Tianji Pavilion went in and couldn't defeat it."

"The Tianji Pavilion has already said that they have invited a powerful cultivator to help them kill the tentacle monster tonight, so that everyone can rest tonight..."

"I see. Thank you for reminding me, old man." You Huang interrupted the boatman and said disapprovingly, "The silver ingots are enough for me to buy the boat. If I can't come back tomorrow, you can buy a new boat. If I come back by chance, you can save the cost of buying a boat."

"girl……"

The boatman wanted to say something, but saw Youhuang got on the boat.

With a flick of the bamboo pole, the boat floated away, and the boatman had no choice but to give up.

Someone nearby advised him, "I say, don't be so hard on money. No one cares, so why should you bother?"

"After all, it's a life..." The boatman looked at the river again and found that the boat had disappeared. When he collected the silver ingot and was about to leave, he saw a group of people coming and was overjoyed. He hurried forward and said, "Masters, a girl just refused to listen to my advice and forced herself to buy my boat and sailed on the river alone."

"There are always people who are not afraid of death and do not believe in evil. They will regret it after suffering. We will take her to shore when we meet her later." The leading monk was helpless and arrogant. He glanced at the boatman present and said, "The sun is about to set. You should hurry home. After tonight, you can fish with peace of mind."

"Thank you, Master."

The boatmen thanked him, tied up their boats and went home.

The monks of Tianji Pavilion flew on the water with their swords. The water flow was calm in the upper half of Zhongzhou River, but fast in the lower half. A small boat could be seen appearing in the waves from afar.

The monks were all worried about her when they saw this and could not help but speed up in an attempt to catch up. However, no matter how fast they sped up, they just could not catch up with the small boat that appeared and disappeared from time to time. As they were chasing, night fell quietly and a layer of black fog rose above the water.

When the monks saw that something was wrong, they quickly flew upwards, no longer daring to fly close to the water surface.

Suddenly, a deep and distant flute sound was heard. Everyone lowered their heads. On the boat, there was a man and a flute playing leisurely and contentedly. Everyone was shocked.

It's already good enough that he can keep the boat steady in such turbulent water, and he can also play the flute without being affected. It must be some immortal senior who traveled here.

The monks looked at each other and sped up, but no matter how they chased, they always kept a distance from each other. Finally, seven of them had to give up and keep an eye on the situation underwater in the air.

The black fog rising from the river surface became thicker and thicker, so thick that it affected the monks' vision. Even the moon in the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, too cold and white to be transparent enough.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and was replaced by the vast and distant sound of the piano. The sound made people forget their worries, as if the water flow beneath them had slowed down, and their irritable emotions had drifted away with the water, making people immersed in it unconsciously, as if they could glimpse the Buddha's light in an ancient temple between the mountains and the sea, and occasionally hear the heavenly sound of Sanskrit.

His body and mind were purified by Buddhist teachings, and there seemed to be a breakthrough in his cultivation difficulties. For a moment, the seven people looked at the figure on the boat in surprise.

"Brother Jun Wen, could this be the senior sent by the Sword Sect to support us?" a cultivator asked in a low voice. Jun Wen shook his head and said, "I received a notice from the elders that it was the Right Sect Leader who came to support us. The Right Sect Leader is a male cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Realm, but the one in front of us is a female cultivator. Maybe she is just passing by."

"With such high attainments in music, could he be a disciple of the Holy Sound Sect?"

"No."

His words were immediately denied by the disciples of Shengyin Sect: "I have been a disciple of the sect for more than a hundred years, and I have never seen a sister with such high attainments in music, let alone heard such a magical piece of music. It must be some senior who has practiced music in seclusion."

"Look at the black air on the river surface, it's all gathering towards the female cultivator." Another person spoke in surprise.

The others immediately lowered their heads and found that all the black air was flowing towards the female cultivator, but when the black air reached the female cultivator, it changed its color and dissipated.

The seven people practiced for quite some time and soon figured out the trick. The female cultivator was using the sound of the zither to purify the black energy. The disciple of Shengyin Sect said, "I am sure she is not a disciple of our Shengyin Sect. No one in Shengyin Sect can purify the black energy so easily."

"To be exact, it's foul air." A thick voice sounded, and everyone turned around immediately.

"Greetings, Senior Wang!"

When they saw who was coming, the seven of them immediately bowed respectfully.

Wang Di said "No need to be polite" and looked at the female cultivator in front of him. He felt a sense of both strangeness and familiarity.

"What is turbid air?" someone asked in confusion. Wang Di retracted his gaze and said calmly, "There are two kinds of air in the world: one is pure air and the other is turbid air. Pure air is called spiritual air and is also yang air. Miasma, poisonous air, diseased air, and human negative emotions, etc., mixed together, are turbid air and are also yin air. If they are not purified in time, they will definitely leave hidden dangers."

"Senior, the tentacle monster is coming, be careful."

The turbid air was almost purified, and the river surface could be seen clearly for the rest of their lives. A huge shadow was swimming towards the boat, and several people immediately shouted a warning.

Perhaps the voices of several people startled the tentacle monster. A huge hand suddenly rushed out of the water and rushed towards the female cultivator who was leisurely sitting cross-legged on the boat and playing the piano. The seven people used their own magic weapons to intercept it without thinking.

However, the seven people's cultivation was not high to begin with, and they were suppressed in the human world. Their life-saving magic weapons couldn't even scratch the tentacle monster's skin.

Wang Di took action as soon as he saw that something was wrong. Several sword shadows attacked the tentacles. However, his cultivation was suppressed at the foundation-building stage, and he did not cause much damage to the tentacles.

Suddenly, the female cultivator snorted coldly, and pulled the strings of a zither with her right hand. A faint sound wave suddenly shot out, instantly cutting the tentacles into seven pieces. Huge waves several feet high instantly rolled over the surface of the river, and a huge monster appeared on the surface of the river.

After the water on the surface receded, everyone finally saw the true face of the tentacle monster: a mutated octopus monster with a coffin on its head.

As everyone was still studying the origins of the coffin, they heard a cold voice: "You are no match for this monster, step aside and let me deal with it."

"You are……"

Suddenly hearing this voice, this tone...

Wang Di looked at the female cultivator in disbelief, and suddenly changed his words: "As a senior, it is inappropriate for you to steal the credit from the juniors."