Yaozun

When the small village in the distance appeared in sight, Gu Daoren could not help but breathe a sigh of relief in the clouds.

finally reached.

This mining village is very far away from the border town, and there are always many monsters scattered along the way. If it weren't for the cloud flag magic weapon given by the steward of the city to hide the breath, a low-level monk like him would never dare to come alone.

But what can he do? As an ordinary monk without a background, he can only receive such thankless errands, and Yun Jinsha is a necessary material for maintaining the large formation of the city, once a month, so there must be no loss.

The only thing that made him feel gratified was that although there was little oil and water in the mining village, mosquito meat was also meat. Relying on some extra income from the mining village every year, at least he could barely buy spirit stones to maintain his young son's practice.

He has limited aptitude, but his youngest son has excellent spiritual roots. He is now an outer disciple of the Shanyang Sect of the Chen Guoda School. As long as he passes the examination and is accepted as an inner disciple by the Shanyang Sect, he can become a heavenly arrogance. As a father, he can also enjoy the glory and get more resources.

However, as soon as he came down from the cloud, Daoren Gu frowned. Among the people who greeted him, there were many old faces missing.

He doesn't care whether these barren people die or not, but if there are fewer people, it means that the production of Yunjinsha will be affected. Now is the critical moment for the youngest son to be promoted to the inner sect, so there is no room for loss.

……

The immortal master approached slowly, driving the clouds down from the sky. Su Yao could clearly see that his feet were not cloud vapor, but a group of fibers similar to cotton. When it fell, it was naturally condensed and compressed, forming a small square The flag was put in the wide sleeve of his right hand.

Su Yao was not far away, and saw that the villagers had already set up a three-story wooden platform at the entrance of the village, and greeted them below the stage, saying words such as immortality and longevity, with a flattering expression on their faces, and couldn't help feeling a little bit in their hearts for a moment empathy.

"Why don't you see Ming Zhou?" The immortal master glanced around and spoke slowly, his tone was solemn and powerful.

Mrs. Ming's expression was sad, and she didn't know where to start her thousands of words, so she could only weep and said: "Gu Xianshi Rong Bing, my husband Mingzhou has been buried in the hands of monsters, and he can't come to welcome you. Master forgive me."

"I see." Daoren Gu calmly flicked his whisk, "Then, what happened to the gold dust this month?"

"It's still a little short of what was handed over to the Immortal City," Ming Sao said in a low voice, "But we picked some colorful silkworms, and hope the Immortal Master can accept them to make up for the difference."

As she spoke, she offered a gourd with both hands, and handed it over humbly.

Daoren Gu twisted away the gourd, glanced at it, then accepted it casually, but frowned and said: "A few days ago, Donghu Town was destroyed by the demon cultivator, and everyone in every place was in danger. , although your colorful silkworm is blindly good spiritual material, it is not enough to make up the difference."

Mrs. Ming's breathing fluttered for a while, and she took several breaths before she managed to calm herself down: "Please be merciful to the gods, now that the village has suffered a catastrophe, there is really nothing more to come out of."

"This is the amount set by Shangfeng, you poor people, what qualifications do you have to bargain?" Gu Daoren said coldly, "At least two more colored silkworms can make up for the difference. If there is something missing, don't blame the Daoist for being ruthless. "

Sister-in-law Ming could only plead: "Master Immortal, it's not that we are unwilling, but because we really can't take it out. When the colorful silkworms become moths, they are high-level monsters, hiding in the void, invisible and shadowless, and they are immortals." It will take some effort to take it down, and we can't afford to die in our village!"

"No excuses! The colorful moth is fierce, it is for us monks, but you desolate people have no cultivation, it will only treat you as food, and it will not attack you when you are usually full." Gu The Taoist frowned, "I will stay here for a day, you can figure it out."

After finishing speaking, he went straight to the best-maintained courtyard in the village, walked into it familiarly, sat cross-legged in meditation, and ignored the sufferings of the world outside.

Su Yao is on the side, watching all this.

He was extremely disgusted with this Taoist, but there was nothing he could do. Fortunately, if he only wanted colorful silkworms, it wasn't impossible for him to do it.

With the help of Senior Broken Hand, he was able to dig up the silkworms in the forest to become endangered.

Better than selling out the village kids, right?

He did whatever he wanted, while no one in the village noticed him, he quietly left the village and ran wildly, going to the mulberry forest in the distance was a burst of digging - he could see the breath on the head of life, although these silkworms It's hidden underground, but to him, it's like a wild monster with a red name, and it can be seen through walls.

But this action undoubtedly alarmed the moths in the forest. These moths, which are invisible when attacking, and whose transparent wings exude radiance when not attacking, rushed towards them one by one like gourd dolls.

Then it's all gone.

By the time the moon was in the middle of the sky, he had already dug up hundreds of worms, and along the way, colorful moths had fallen all over the place, like a path made of starlight.

Su Yao thinks it's almost enough. If it's too much, it will easily arouse the monk's greed.

But looking at the starlight all the way, he felt a little pity, so he lowered his head, trying to tear off a colorful vein of starlight on the moth's wing—but he didn't.

He looked left and right, and suddenly had an idea: "Senior, can you lend me your nails?"

The severed hand flew over, and the nails had grown so long that it fell into his hands.

"It's too long, one inch is enough." Su Yao gestured to him the common scale on the tip of a craft knife.

The broken hand immediately retracted the ghost claw.

Su Yao grabbed a finger on the claw, cut off the veins on the moth's wings as easily as cutting open tofu, and did the same, collecting a large network, and made a top with weaving techniques on the spot Quiet elegance, exquisite and simple star hair crown.

"Ms. Chen will like this kind of beautiful things, right?" He cupped his face and thought for a while, what kind of blind box will be opened when he puts on this hair crown for Ms. Chen?

The severed hand slowly issued a series of question marks on the side.

But Su Yao put it in the back basket resolutely, covered with moonlight, and returned to the village soon.

However, when he passed the small courtyard where the immortal master lived, he seemed to hear the voice inside.

"What, you said that the bones in the mountain have broken the seal?" The voice of the fairy master suddenly increased, and in Su Yao's now more sensitive ears, it was like thunder, so there was no need to eavesdrop.

Then, I heard Mrs. Ming's helpless voice: "Although this is the case, the impact is not great. We can continue to mine gold..."

"So what if you can mine it!" The immortal teacher's voice was full of irrepressible anger, "Once the seal is broken, all the cloud gold will be polluted by it. There is no need to mine the things here."

"No, you can go over and have a look. Although the skeleton is exposed, it is the same as before, and there is not much damage—"

"You wild people, bathing in this poisonous aura all day long, of course you won't have any reaction!" The immortal master said angrily, "The people in the city are so delicate, who can bear the responsibility for using this kind of poisonous gold? "

"Go and see..."

"Say no more! Get out."

Sao Ming had no choice but to leave the small courtyard. She was in a daze and did not see Su Yao by the wall.

Su Yao wanted to go to comfort her, but after thinking for a moment, she stopped again.

If cloud gold can't be harvested, can we raise silkworms instead?This small village must have some property to survive, he needs to talk to this fairy teacher, and if the deal is settled, it's not too late to tell Mrs. Ming.

Thinking of this, he squeezed the gourd in his hand and walked into the small courtyard.

Daoren Gu was raising his hand and throwing a blood bead into the sky. In an instant, an extremely thin blood curtain formed in the sky, covering the entire mountain village.

"What are you doing?" Su Yao frowned.

Only then did Gu Daoren turn to look at him, with a trace of pity on his brows.

"If it is a normal day, it's not impossible to give you a way of life in view of your offerings for many years."

Su Yao is silent, he doesn't know what to say.

"But now, I need a sum of money urgently," Gu Daoren seemed to be saying to him, and seemed to be talking to himself, "I can only take this cloud sand. When Shangfeng asked about it, he said that the village Occupied by demon cultivators, all of them were wiped out, and this month's cloud sand could not be harvested. It is a pity that all of you are scattered in the world after death. It is not a waste to collect them and sell them on the black market... Alas, the world is like a furnace, and life is like ants, to me, you are all ants, but in front of those powerful people, why am I not a bigger ant?"

Listening to his murmur, Su Yao clenched her fists.

After a while, he asked: "Really, don't you give me a chance?"

Daoren Gu shook his head slightly, and sighed, "I have a son who is as old as you. For his future, I will kill anyone in the world."

Su Yao lowers her head.

Daoren Gu was about to mourn the spring and autumn again when he heard the child's nice voice again.

He said: "Senior, kill him!"