The villain is above: the villain master's handbook

As the sun rose to the east, the monks practiced breathing, honed their moves, and the Wangchuan Sect was thriving.

On the cloud-shrouded Wulian Peak, the disciples had already woken up early.

The inner disciples started their daily morning exercises, while the outer disciples started a busy day.

After Mu Lian personally taught a few of his disciples the exercises, he walked among the clouds and mists, feeling free and unrestrained, and his mood was much more peaceful and open.

Only in novels, in such a fantasy world of cultivating immortals, can one have such an experience.

If this were in the real world, it would be unthinkable.

Suddenly, Mu Lian seemed to have an epiphany, quickly restrained his mind, let go of his body and mind, sat cross-legged on the cloud, and immersed himself in this mysterious and mysterious insight.

As the sun rose and the sun set, in the gorgeous sunset, Mu Lian suddenly opened his eyes, and the profound meaning in his eyes gradually dissipated.

"That's right, your comprehension and xinxing have greatly increased. It seems that Qingfeng is just around the corner from breaking through the fusion period."

A steady voice came, and Mu Lian realized that there was a person standing beside him, and he didn't know when he came or how long he stood there.

Mu Lian stood up, cupped her fists and said, "Sect Master."

The master of the Wangchuan Sect, Ziyun Daoist, a great power in the late stage of fusion, and a figure in the top ten in the cultivation world.

"Well, I feel the vision of heaven and earth, so I went out to investigate. Qingfeng, you have been staying in Transformation God for decades, which has a lot to do with your mind and comprehension. Now you are concentrating on cultivation, it is the best."

Mu Lian's mind tightened, and he replied calmly, "Yes."

Ziyun is a great power in the fusion stage, his cultivation is much higher than him, and the two of them have been together for 200 years, he should be regarded as the person who knows the original owner best in the cultivation world, so he can only say less and make less mistakes.

According to the world of self-cultivation, Mu Lian came here by stealing her home, and is most despised by monks. If she is found to be abnormal, she will definitely die.

Fortunately, Ziyun had been in seclusion for a long time, and did not find anything unusual, so he came out and gave some instructions, and then went to seclusion to practice again.

Mu Lian heaved a sigh of relief calmly, his mind went out of his body, and he looked inside himself.

The cultivation base that was not moving at all before has indeed improved a little. After the bottleneck is loosened, the speed of cultivation will be faster than before.

Suddenly, the spreading consciousness sensed something abnormal, and Mu Lian concentrated his attention on it, his brows moved.

Under the mountainside of Wulian Peak, outside a simple wooden house.

A thin figure struggled to carry a tree that was much bigger than him. When he arrived in the yard, he put down the tree and began to chop it with an axe.

Going back and forth, I don't know how long it took, that huge tree finally turned into a neat bundle of firewood.

It was already dark at this time, the young man lit a fire in the house, sat by the bed to warm himself up, his pale complexion gradually turned a little bloody.

Mu Lian changed from being puzzled to being suddenly enlightened.

Wulian Peak is a place for cultivating ice attributes, and the heavier the Yin Qi, the heavier the cold Qi.

At night, the temperature may reach minus ten or twenty degrees.

Wulian Peak is all monks, and most of them have the ability to resist the cold.

However, the outer disciples whose cultivation level is not high and who have not yet established a foundation are different. They are not much different from ordinary people, so they can't stand the cold.

In the wooden house, Ye Hanzhou was roasting on the fire. After the temperature warmed up, he took out a hardened steamed bun from his arms and ate it.

He ate deliciously, but Mu Lian's heart ached uncontrollably.

Is this... the consequence of him?

Ye Hanzhou, who was supposed to devote himself to cultivation and show off his talent, was doing rough work, sleeping on a cold and hard wooden bed, and eating unnutritious white flour steamed buns in the cold wind like a handful of rare ones because of his decision.

Did he... really do the right thing?

Mu Lian pursed her lips slightly, retracted her consciousness, and remained silent for a long time.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that he made a decision in his heart, moved his body, and came to the wooden house.

He disappeared, and Ye Hanzhou, who had a low cultivation level, couldn't find him.

The fire light shone on Ye Hanzhou's delicate face, and the thin quilt was wrapped into a ball. It could be seen that he curled up like a baby in a self-protective posture.

A feeling of pity rose in Mu Lian's heart, and he felt that Ye Hanzhou, who fell asleep, was extremely cute.

No vigilance, no vigilance, sleeping face innocent.

This is the person he loves and believes in.

Mu Lian removed all the protection from her body, feeling what Ye Hanzhou was feeling now.

The sound of the wind, the sound of insects, the slightly chilly wind, and the light rain.

The raindrops are extremely cold, dripping on the skin, penetrating into the skin, and the chill is refreshing.

Mu Lian opened her eyes and looked at the roof, which had been in disrepair for a long time, lacked bricks and tiles, and had a few big holes, and the rainwater fell in from there.

Mu Lian frowned slightly, and looked around. Not only was the roof leaking in this small dilapidated house, but it also had no windows. The cold wind blew in, causing Ye Hanzhou on the small wooden bed to wrap up the old quilt that was not very windproof. tight.

It's hard to imagine that such a huge cultivation sect would provide such a simple place for the disciples of the outer sect to live in.

Although Mu Lian assigned Ye Hanzhou into the outer sect, he never thought that the conditions would be so difficult, it was worse than ordinary people in the world.

Suddenly, there was some movement on the bed, and Mu Lian looked up, only to see Ye Hanzhou's pale complexion and pained expression, with cold sweat slipping from his forehead, it seemed that he was having a nightmare.

His lips parted slightly, speaking silently.

"Mother... Mother..."

Ye Hanzhou's mother, Bai Ruozhi, was the saint of the Jade Lotus Sect, but because she fell in love with the ghost king, she exhausted all her cultivation to give birth to Ye Hanzhou, and became a mortal.

Rumors spread everywhere, saying that Bai Ruozhi was indiscreet and unworthy of being a saint.

So Bai Ruozhi was expelled from the sect and displaced with the infant Ye Hanzhou. Finally, when Ye Hanzhou was ten years old, she was raped to death by an adulterer because of her beauty.

And the amorous ghost king never showed his face from the beginning to the end.

So this is also the reason why Ye Hanzhou hates his appearance so much in the book, it reminds him of his mother who died tragically.

He is so beautiful, glamorous and unparalleled, very aggressive beauty.

Mu Lian walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, looking at Ye Hanzhou's fragile appearance, he couldn't bear it.

The mother and son, who depended on each other for life, suddenly left him alone. It must be very painful, helpless, and hesitant.

After all, no matter how many bloody storms Ye Hanzhou will cause in the future, he is still only 19 years old now, and he has endured too many things that his peers should not bear.

Mu Lian sighed softly, and gently covered Ye Hanzhou's forehead with a white jade-like palm.

A white light glowed under his palm, and gentle aura with a sense of comfort poured into his mind continuously, sorting out those chaotic emotions.

Ye Hanzhou's frown slowly relaxed, and his expression became peaceful and peaceful.

Mu Lian withdrew her palm, hesitated with her fingertips, but gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After doing all this, Mu Lian stood up and waved her long sleeves.

The leaks in the roof were patched, the wooden house also had windows, and the quilt on Ye Hanzhou's body that did not protect against the cold was instantly replaced with a quilt that looked exactly the same but was very warm.

The most important thing has been dealt with. As for the other things, if there are too many changes all at once, it may arouse Ye Hanzhou's suspicion.

Mu Lian looked around the seemingly indistinguishable wooden house, felt the rising temperature in the house, and nodded in satisfaction.

When he stepped out of the wooden house, he looked back again.

Ye Hanzhou slept soundly, with a peaceful face...

The corner of Mu Lian's lips hooked slightly, and disappeared in place in an instant.