How can a super obedient daughter-in-law be the devil?

In fact, Tan Jiayong has always had a vague feeling that Zhan Yin's aura is somewhat different from his, but there are only two practitioners around him, and there is no one else to compare with, so he doesn't know if it is his own illusion.

But looking at the attitude of the old man now, he suddenly had a very bad feeling.

The old man hesitated, "Junior, if you trust me, show me the exercises."

Although Tan Jiayong doesn't know the rules of the cultivation world, he still knows the rules of the martial arts world. It is taboo to show the exercises to others.

However, after hesitating for a moment, he nodded in agreement.

First of all, with the strength of the old man, there is really no need to worry about their exercises, and secondly, the old man's attitude makes him feel very uneasy.

So, after a little hesitation, Tan Jiayong told the old man about their Tan family's exercises.

After listening to the old man, his eyes widened, "Impossible, your practice is just the most basic entry-level non-attribute practice, how can you become a demon..."

The old man's words stopped abruptly, he took a quick breath, and shook his head again and again, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Devil... what?

Tan Jiayong's eyes couldn't help squinting slightly, it was because Wu Yunshan's words about the devil left him a deep impression on him, and now the old man suddenly uttered a magic word, so he couldn't help but start to pay attention.

Tan Jiayong was inexplicably flustered, he began to wonder if there was some discrepancy between the devil in the cultivation world and the devil he knew.

Generally speaking, only those who do all kinds of bad things are called devils.

However, the old man uttered a magic word just because of Xiao Yin's skills.

Tan Jiayong was a little flustered, always feeling that this was not a good word.

Sure enough, seeing his uneasy expression, the old man sighed slightly, "Boy, let me tell you the truth, there is something wrong with your brother's cultivation technique, the kind he absorbs is not spiritual energy, but demonic energy." .”

"Did you know the demon cultivator? This kind of cultivator represents killing and evil in the comprehension world. Basically, they are in a state of hostility with the cultivator. If a cultivator kills the demon cultivator, they will even be respected and praised by others. "

Tan Jiayong's pupils constricted and his fingers began to tremble uncontrollably. He couldn't even imagine, if what the old man said was true, how they would be treated if they walked into the monk's territory without knowing it.

The panic and fear in his heart made him tremble a little, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Until, his palm was tightly held by someone, and the young man's always cold palm was filled with warmth, and he grabbed his hand and rubbed it gently on his smooth face, "Brother, don't be afraid, I'm fine."

Feeling the warmth given to him by the young man, Tan Jiayong's heart settled down little by little.

Yes, nothing happened now, since the old man opened his mouth to remind them, it proves that he has no malice towards them.

As long as they turn around now and return to that small mountain village, they can live a carefree life for the rest of their lives, and no one will discover Xiaoyin's secret again.

Tan Jiayong bent down and bowed deeply to the old man, "Senior, thank you for your reminder, otherwise the kid will make a big mistake."

The old man looked at the young man who bowed to him, with a serious look on his face for the first time, "Boy, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

Tan Jiayong was stunned, and his heart was slightly touched. The old man was very powerful at first glance. If he took him with him, it would be better than them ignorant and wandering in the realm of comprehension.

but…

Tan Jiayong said without any hesitation, "Then, can I bring my family?"

The old man sighed, "Boy, in the world of cultivators, there is no one who cultivates and brings family members of mortals...Of course, if one day your strength becomes very strong, you will naturally be able to protect your family. But now..." The old man looked at him , "You are really too weak, not to mention anything else, if you have a conflict with a monk of the same cultivation level, the consequences will not be something your mortal father can resist."

Seeing a few people with bitter expressions on their faces, the old man coughed dryly, "Hey, don't be so pessimistic. The cities of monks also have their own rules. Many cities have rules that prohibit monks from fighting. If you can enter the city smoothly, as long as you are old If Dad doesn't leave the city easily, his life will not be in danger."

Seeing that Tan Jiayong was still a little hesitant, he was obviously worried about the young man.The old man handed out a bracelet, "This is a hidden spirit bracelet. Wear it on your hand. As long as you don't use your magic energy, no one will notice that there is a problem with your strength. If you stay with your father, you can just pretend to be a mortal." .”

Tan Jiayong was overjoyed immediately, took the bracelet and held it in his hand, but he didn't put it on Zhan Yin directly, but asked, "Senior helps the boy so much, I wonder if there is anything the boy can do for the senior?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, "Didn't I just say, are you willing to join my sect and worship me as a teacher?"

Tan Jiayong still asked stubbornly, "Can you bring your family?"

The old man clicked his tongue, "Come on, there are not many people on my mountain, two more is not too many, and two less is quite a lot, let's make an agreement, your father and your brother should not go down the mountain easily, or something will happen to me." Not responsible!"

Tan Jiayong suddenly looked at Zhan Yin excitedly, and Zhan Yin smiled and nodded at him.Anyway, this is already the best result.

Tan Jiayong was about to go back to the carriage to ask his father's opinion. Old Tan, who had been sober for a long time, patted him, "Why are you still standing there! Hurry up and ask for a teacher!"

Tan Jiayong immediately knelt on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed three times to the little old man, "Disciple Tan Jiayong, meet Master!"

The old man waited for him to kowtow three heads before helping him up, "Haha, good, good, you will be my apprentice from now on! Come on, come on, take this storage ring and play with it!"

Tan Jiayong didn't expect that after receiving a bracelet, the master who had just worshiped would give him a storage ring, and he felt a little more grateful to the old man in his heart.

Tan Jiayong paid homage to a master, but the group of them were still squeezed into the pony carriage, walking around in a tick-tock-tick-tick way.

However, there is a big difference.

In the past, Tan Jiayong relied on self-consciousness in his practice, but now, his practice has begun to be watched.

The original exercises have been replaced by those given by his master. In Mo Wangtian's words, his original exercises are the kind that can be bought with a piece of Lingshi.

Hearing this, the Tan family father and son were silent.Especially Tan Wen scratched his head with embarrassment on his face.

Not to mention, the cultivation method Mo Wangtian gave him was different. Tan Jiayong could feel that he was absorbing spiritual energy more than ten times faster, and the spiritual energy was more solidified and pure than before.

Tan Jiayong had a new exercise, so he immediately asked his master if he could practice it for Zhan Yin.

The little old man rolled his eyes, "Your brother doesn't have spiritual roots, so he can't practice."

Tan Jiayong was a little unbelievable.Obviously his Xiaoyin can practice.

Mo Wangtian also found it inconceivable, he had never heard of anyone who practiced the most basic self-cultivation skills could become a demon cultivator, and it was still that kind of very pure demon energy.

It can only be said that everyone has different talents and is different.

In addition to practicing meditation, Mo Wangtian began to teach Tan Jiayong how to attack.

When Mo Wangtian asked Tan Jiayong what weapon he wanted to use, Tan Jiayong thought about it and finally chose the knife.

In fact, his most commonly used weapons are bows and daggers. It's not that he doesn't want knives, but knives are government-controlled weapons, and it would be very troublesome if someone reported them.

So even though Tan Jiayong has been greedy for swords for a long time, now when he is asked, he blurts out.

When Mo Wangtian heard this, he immediately became interested. He didn't expect that this thin-looking apprentice would actually like such a weapon.

It is said that a person's temperament can be seen from a person's weapon, and a person who can want a knife as a weapon is definitely not a good baby who likes peace.

Mo Wangtian was a little happy, but he didn't know if his master would be happy if he brought such an apprentice back.

Mo Wangtian gave Tan Jiayong a set of saber techniques to practice by himself, and then walked to Zhan Yin's side.

The young man was cooking, and his busy movements made him sweat a little on his face, but his movements were fast and calm, and he was surprisingly stable in everything he did.

After learning that there was a problem with his kung fu, the boy had never practiced it for so many days, even when he saw Tan Jiayong practicing, his eyes were only pleasantly surprised.

It can be said that the mentality of the young man is really very stable, and that kind of optimistic attitude is something that many monks who have practiced for hundreds of years cannot possess.

Seeing Mo Wangtian approaching, Zhan Yin smiled at him, "Wait a little longer, senior, you can eat it in a while."

Mo Wangtian rubbed his nose, "Xiao Yin, do you feel regretful that your brother can practice but you can't?"

The smile on Zhan Yin's face paused slightly, and then continued to smile, "It's a pity... a bit. Seniors may not know that I used to be in poor health. At that time, I couldn't even dream that I could have such a healthy body. I can cook for my brother and dad every day like I am now, and I am already very satisfied."

Looking at the bright smile on the young man's face, Mo Wangtian somehow felt a little glaring.

Suddenly, he felt a little itchy in his throat. He took out a jug out of nowhere, took a big gulp, and then looked at the apprentice who came back from practicing the saber with heavy eyes.

Mo Wangtian patted Tan Jiayong on the shoulder, "Disciple, speaking of which, did I tell you what our master school is for?"

Tan Jiayong moved his eyes, thought for a while, and shook his head.

The old man covered his face, obviously felt that this mistake was a bit embarrassing, "Hey, our school is for refining weapons. Your ancestor told me that no matter how sharp a weapon is, it will not actively hurt people. It can hurt people. Yes, it’s always been someone who wields weapons.”

After saying this, old man Mo shook his body and left, looking very drunk.

Leaving Tan Jiayong a little inexplicable, it wasn't until he met Shang Zhanyin's smiling gaze that he suddenly widened his eyes as if he suddenly understood something.