First Sword Cultivator Observation Report

The days in Ten Chou Village are generally peaceful and safe, except for the various strange beasts that must come every morning that need to be eliminated, the rest of the time is just practicing and helping with farming.Brothers Li Da and Li Er had half of the credit for Shatian, and Yan Chongcan also learned from them how to better serve the spirit grass.As for the wild sand beast, since Xie Lin had already sent a message to Yan Chongcan, he had no objection. The beast followed him all day long, coquettishly rolling around, without any awareness that he was once the king of beasts.

Huang Yu would occasionally teach Yan Chongcan some tricks of raising chickens. After listening to them, it seemed like some secrets of animal taming. Yan Chongcan couldn't help but learn from them more seriously.

The villagers are all mortals, there is no doubt about it.

But the land left by the gods is not a place where ordinary mortals can live, let alone in this cursed domain, so even mortal bodies have their own supernatural powers and means.

Yan Chongcan had to admit that the villagers were more proficient than him in dealing with cultivators. Even if they couldn't practice, they knew all kinds of exercises well, and it took only a moment to find the gate of life.

It is the first lesson he learned to embrace the simplicity and return to the truth without borrowing external force.

The wind and sand stopped for a while, and the sun poured down generously like a pot of hot water. The yellow sand of thousands of miles was shining golden, and the village was as small as a pearl in the sand. Drowsy by the sun.

Xie Lin moved a bamboo chair and sat lazily outside the house reading a book. The wild sand beast named Bai Dian lay at his feet and listened to him read those obscure prescriptions.Old Liu Tou fried a pot of sugar-fried chestnuts and yelled at Liu Qijie and Huang Yu to eat them. Shorty Liao was very jealous of this, so he lay down on the crack of the door and poked his head.

Da Bao, on the other hand, was forging iron in the blacksmithing room, sweating all over his head. No one knew what the use of so much iron he was forging.

"The willow branches are not allowed to bend, and the spiritual power is put away!" Dong Laosan shouted loudly.

On the relatively spacious flat ground, Yan Chongcan was sweating profusely and maintaining the posture of swinging his sword, but what he was holding in his hand was actually a weak willow branch of Salix salix.

"Look up, don't stare at it, tell me what is in your hand?"

"It's a sword."

"Can a sword bend?"

"……Won't."

"Your strength is not weak, it's too uneven. But if there is a slight unevenness, it can't fit you completely, and this trace becomes a flaw." Dong Laosan said that he broke a willow branch and came down, shaking his hands casually. , I saw that the weak and boneless branches were majestic in an instant in his hands, straight as a sword, "Slash me with your sword!"

Yan Chongcan took a deep breath and rushed towards the wicker.With one hand behind his back, Dong Laosan subtly moved half a step away, the branch only stabbed forward a little, and then there was a clear and crisp sword sound.Yan Chongcan squinted his eyes in shock. The moment the wicker stabbed at him, he actually felt the abundant sword energy. The infinite power made him intimidated, and he couldn't think of fighting any more.Before he could react, the willow in his hand had been cut off in the middle, and the section was flat, just like a sword mark.

"It's full of flaws, and your mind is unstable. You still have to practice. First swing the sword a thousand times."

Dong Laosan shook his head with his hands behind his back, and walked to drink tea.

"Yes."

Yan Chongcan was sincerely convinced, saluted him, and then practiced his sword seriously.

Put away the spiritual power, close the spiritual consciousness, and only feel the most authentic power. This kind of experience is extremely novel and difficult.

Old man Cui, the fortune-teller, was wearing a black robe, squatting not far from him, eating melon seeds to watch his excitement. He lost both front teeth, but he still had a special liking for eating melon seeds. Yan Chongcan once wanted to ask him for advice.

After waving the time sword twice, Huang Yu pulled him into the house to teach him the tricks of raising chickens, and chat with him by the way.

In her words, this village is full of vulgar elders, and she will be pissed off even if she can't hold back talking to them.

"Is Cancan tired? Grandma made you some tea, drink it quickly."

Huang Yu's tea is a must. Drinking it will definitely make you feel better. Yan Chongcan immediately thanked him and took a sip of the tea.

Watching him drink with a smile, Huang Yushen said mysteriously: "By the way, Cancan, I accidentally heard Lao Xie studying your affairs a few days ago?"

Yan Chongcan paused, then whispered: "What's the matter?"

"This..." Huang Yu didn't seem to think that he didn't know. He hesitated for a while between selling his old friend, but he decided to sell it. , will be fused with flesh and blood, and become a puppet."

...That thing is still there?He was buried for more than 100 years, and even ran to another world, but he is still there?Where the hell is the God of the Extreme Realm?

Yan Chongcan's face turned blue, and he said with a wry smile: "It's already there."

Unexpectedly, Xie Lin could even see this.

"Who are you offending? There are also people in Dasang Tiancheng who can control soul art, but there are no such complicated and exquisite soul seeds." Huang Yu's worry on the surface did not seem to be fake, and then he tried to comfort him, "It's okay, it's okay, we I believe you thank Grandpa, with him here, I will definitely get rid of you."

Yan Zhongcan smiled sweetly: "Understood, don't worry, grandma, you won't be pretty if you frown too much."

"You child." Old Huang Yu blushed, and his already ferocious face wrinkled into a ball, "You can say such things to my ugly face, what's so beautiful about my old woman."

"Who said that Grandma Huang's eyes are so beautiful, not inferior to Yuehua, and even better than Hubo."

Huang Yu was no longer shy now, but laughed out loud, and patted his hand with emotion: "Others are flattering and flattering against their will. Only you, once you speak, everyone will be true. You are a jade I did it, my heart is so clean that there is no filth at all. I am getting more and more reluctant to send you out."

"Then don't give it away." Yan Chongcan answered quickly.

"That's impossible." Huang Yu covered her mouth and giggled, "At worst, I'll steal you from the City Lord's Mansion."

The two of them were chatting vigorously, when they saw the wind and sand blowing up again outside the window, and the sound of Jingling's Zen staff shaking was mixed with the whistling.

"Which bald donkey is dying again?" Big Bao came out with a hammer on his shoulder and asked strangely.

The villagers all poked their heads out to look, and saw a barefoot monk slowly walking out of the yellow sand covering the sky and the sun.The monk's figure is thin, he looks like a young man, but his face is indistinguishable. The Zen staff in his hand is six feet high, the whole body is silver, and it runs through six silver rings.

When he got closer, Yan Chongcan was surprised to find that his body was spotless, but the corners of his eyes were glamorous red on his plain face, and the red spot between his eyebrows was even more bewitching.

The whole person reveals an inexplicable evil spirit in the holiness.

"It turned out to be a demon monk from Mullet City. Why did you come to our Yellow Sand Realm?" Dong Laosan was in charge of the gate, standing under the banner at the entrance of the village and watching coldly.

"Amitabha - the little monk came to ask for some merit from the donors."

The demon monk opened his eyes for the first time, and his eyes were blood red, just like two blood moons.

The scene is on fire.

"Grandma," Yan Chongcan asked softly, "Didn't you say that you have never seen a living person walk in and out?"

Huang Yu stared at him: "You child, why are you acting like this? For ordinary people, it is difficult for a person like you to move forward. But that demon monk is not a simple character."

Dong Laosan was about to make a move, but Xie Lin stopped him.

"Where does the cursed land come from?" Xie Lin was still sitting on the bamboo chair at this time, and said leisurely, "Little monk, are you lost?"

The wind and sand dissipated, and the demon monk suddenly saw Xie Lin, his pupils shrank suddenly, and immediately withdrew his whole body, put one hand on his chest, and became a docile monk again: "Amitabha. It's getting late, the road is long and difficult, the little monk is here Asking for a resting place, all the benefactors are disturbing."

Yan Chongcan: "..."

"Haha, this monk is interesting." Old man Cui stood next to Xie Lin at some point. "Old Xie, are you an old acquaintance?"

"I'm a layman, and I don't know monks."

Seeing that there was no fight, Dong Laosan also put away his weapon, and raised his chin towards the monk, "Then come in." The demon monk saluted, and walked in calmly, as if he was really just begging for a rest. monk.

"Baldy donkey, do you eat meat?" Old Liu was cooking, when he heard a monk coming, he cursed bad luck and shouted loudly.

The demon monk meditated, and put his palms together: "The poor monk has no taboos."

"He's really a demon monk..." Old Liu was happy now, but he was still muttering.

Now that Yan Chongcan is the most free, Dong Laosan sent him to entertain this unexpected guest.Yan Chongcan took a box of tea leaves from Grandma Huang's room, made him a cup of tea, and then sat cross-legged opposite him: "Are you from Mullet City?"

"Not from the Holy Capital." The demon monk closed his eyes and replied warmly, "There are thirteen small cities under the Holy Capital, and I am from one of them."

"What's your name?"

"The name of the poor monk is holy."

"Little Master Shengding," Yan Chongcan nodded, "My name is Yan Chongcan."

"Good name, jade is the first level of brilliance, spirit is the second level, you still lack the third level."

Yan Chongcan raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he didn't talk to him too much, and instead said: "I heard that Mullet City is the holy land of the monster race."

"No, a place with demons is a holy place."

"Are you a demon too?"

"The poor monk is a demon." Sheng Ding replied indifferently, "I used to be Yueliancao."

Yan Chongcan searched in his memory and was sure he had never heard of this herb, it must be a unique spirit herb in the Land of the Gods.

"Why do you come here to ask for merit?"

Sheng Ding opened his eyes a little, revealing a bit of blood: "It is a merit to save sinners."

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Old Man Cui appeared mysteriously. "These demon monks earn merit by killing people. He is still just a junior apprentice. After killing a thousand people, he will become a senior brother."

Sheng Ding remained silent.

"Do you know Lao Xie?" Old man Cui asked curiously. He couldn't pry Xie Lin's mouth away, so he could only pin his hopes on this little monk.

"I don't know."

"That's weird. Could it be that Lao Xie is really a demon? Can he let Buddha go away?"

Unexpectedly, Sheng Ding really responded: "Thank you, the benefactor, who lives among Buddhas and demons. The poor monk's Buddhism is low. I don't know if he has any sins."

Old man Cui was taken aback for a moment, stopped talking, and walked away while stroking his chin.

"Little benefactor." Sheng Ding ignored him and turned to Yan Chongcan with a smile, "Please pour another cup of tea."