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The process of Ning Chengying turning into a living corpse was not painful, he just gradually felt sleepy, and couldn't help but take a nap, and when he woke up, it was over.

He moved his body with difficulty, and found that he no longer needed to breathe, and could lie underwater for decades without needing to breathe.

He didn't feel stuffy when his whole body was soaked in the liquid, but he still wanted to go out to have a look. Ning Chengying raised his finger, and wrinkled quickly appeared when the fingertip was exposed to the air, he quickly retracted his finger.

Ning Chengying's mana was still there, and his realm was still in the Nascent Soul stage. He circulated his true essence, replaced the liquid soaking him with miasma, and let the miasma fill the entire cave, and then he slowly crawled out of the liquid.

He moved his body a bit, and he felt fine. After all, he completely complied with the standards of living people when refining living corpses. His body was soft and he could move freely.

Just lost worldly desires.

Ning Chengying circulated her true energy, trying to force herself to have some desires with mana, but her heart remained calm.

"Why is this? I obviously did exactly like a living person, and I successfully attached the soul to the body. According to my speculation, the living corpse should be no different from the living person except that it cannot leave the miasma. Why would it lose the secular life?" Desire? Those heinous people in the village seem to be quite happy?" Ning Chengying was puzzled.

When she asked her master any questions she didn't understand, Ning Chengying instinctively looked at Ying Wushou.

Ying Wushou sat with his back to him, lit a lamp, and looked at the stone table as if studying something seriously.

Hearing Ning Chengying's words, Ying Wuchou turned to look at her disciple. In the dark cave, only Ying Wuchou was enveloped by a ball of candlelight, and he was surrounded by a halo, as if he was in the dark. Shiny in general.

Coupled with Ying Wuchou's expression of serious thinking, it makes him holy and mysterious.

Looking at Ying Wuchou, Ning Chengying felt that his soul was overwhelmed by this scene, and the trembling was aroused from his soul, and he seemed to have some human emotions again.

As expected, it was the master, and only the master could rekindle his enthusiasm for this living corpse who had already lost his feelings.

The moment he saw Ying Wuchou, his heart seemed to resume beating.

Ning Chengying, who was so emotionally dull that he couldn't tell the difference between fear and love, knelt down on one knee in respect and fear, cupped his hands and said, "Master, this disciple has realized it!"

Ying Wushou: "..."

What did Ning Chengying understand?What is there to understand?Before he figured out how cruel and inhumane the magic dragon was, Ning Chengying realized it?

Forget it, left and right are not important.

Ying Wuchou had never understood the thoughts of his disciples very well, and there were always some misunderstandings when communicating.

Take the third disciple Luo Qingyu as an example. When Ying Wushou told the story of the Tengjiao clan, the focus was clearly on how cute the young Jiaojiao was, and how cute they were, and how they would rub their scales on the bamboo, occasionally rubbing off some of them.

When normal people heard what he said, they would think of sneaking into the Tengjiao clan to pick up some fallen scales and come back to play with them, right?How Luo Qingyu thought of pulling out more than half of his bamboo forest and transplanting it to Zangjin Valley, Ying Wuchou still can't understand.

But as a master, he couldn't turn a blind eye to the enlightenment of his disciples, he still wanted to ask and try to care about it.

So Ying Wuchou put on a straight face and said seriously: "Oh, what did Chengying realize?"

Ning Chengying said: "I have always thought that no matter what the master becomes, as long as he is still alive, he is fine. But when the disciple really turned into a living corpse, I realized that I have always wanted the master to change With such a look of not being happy or angry, this is really... life is worse than death."

"It's good that you understand." Ying Wushou sighed, "Being a teacher is not because you don't want to live, but because you don't want to live. Chengying's filial piety is for the teacher's heart, so keep it for yourself."

The body of a living corpse was indeed returned to Ning Chengying by Ying Wuchou.

Just after seeing Ying Wushou's trembling, Ning Chengying turned into a look of losing worldly desires, and he asked rationally: "Master, you just took something out of my mind, is that the system?"

After saying this, he said in a calm tone, "Hey, I can say the word "system". Master, what is a system?"

After traveling through so many worlds, Ying Wuchou also had his own understanding of the system. He explained in a way Ning Chengying could understand: "The puppet jade made by the upper realm demon is implanted in the body of the cultivator. The lure of profit makes the cultivator willing to become the puppet of the demon cultivator and help the evildoer.

"Puppet jade often uses the temptation of the things that the cultivator most wants to achieve but cannot achieve, and first tricks the cultivator into doing some trivial things to relax the vigilance of the cultivator.

"Cultivators feel that these small things and small tasks are not worth mentioning, but they can get far beyond imagination when they do them casually, and this harvest often seems likely to help the cultivator achieve what he wants in his heart.

"Once the cultivator follows the instructions of the puppet jade and gets benefits, greed will arise.

"Afterwards, the puppet jade only needs to lure the practitioner with what he thinks in his heart, and let the practitioner keep approaching this goal, but he always almost achieves it.

"In the long run, in order to achieve their goals, cultivators will become more and more unscrupulous, lowering the bottom line step by step, and violating their own principles.

"When you look back decades later, things are different, and you have changed from the inside out. You have completely become a puppet of the puppet jade, and you live by it. Without the puppet jade, it will be difficult to live alone.

"This is when greed arises and demonic obstacles arise."

The more Ning Chengying listened, the more startled he became: "Master, haven't I already become demon?"

"What tasks have you completed?" Ying Wuchou asked.

Ning Chengying said: "It's all small things. It's nothing more than helping a traveling doctor refine a elixir to treat infertility so that he can help more people. Or build temples in some small towns to help these temples prosper. Tu'er felt that although these things were small, they were considered good things, so he did them. He didn't expect to get magical spells like "Corpse Refining Dafa" after only doing some small things, and he gradually believed in what the system said. "

After he said this, he felt that Ying Wuchou's eyes had become strange and fierce. Ning Chengying felt strange in his heart, and felt that he had misread it. How could such a soft-hearted Master show such a vicious expression.

Ning Chengying looked at Ying Wushou, and saw that he was holding a piece of jade slip, his fingers were gently rubbing on the jade slip, his eyes were deep and deep, showing no emotion.

Sure enough, the viciousness just now was an illusion.

"The Great Art of Corpse Refining is a magical technique? Cheng Ying, do you really think so?" Ying Wuchou asked.

Ning Chengying wanted to smile wryly, but he couldn't show such a complicated expression. He pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a very standard polite smile, and said, "Thanks to the master for letting this disciple try it out, otherwise this disciple wouldn't know that this method is so evil. Not kind."

After using it myself, I realized that it was not a good thing when I felt the inconvenience. I practiced so hard before, but I still need to use it on me...Ying Wushou rubbed her forehead.

Fortunately, there is this "Corpse Refining Dafa", otherwise he would probably plant Ning Chengying in the mountains, and use the spiritual energy in his Nascent Soul to nourish the land destroyed by miasma.

Fortunately, he discovered it in time, Ning Chengying has been practicing with heinous people, and has not done anything worse.

No, it should be fortunate that Cen Shuangluo's small report was made in time.Ying Wuchou thought to himself, and couldn't help laughing smugly.

His little Tengjiao is indeed a very good character, compassionate, kind and lovely boy.

"Master, now this disciple has empathized with me and understands that what I have done is an evil thing. Then next, disciple..." Ning Chengying didn't continue, he looked at himself, not knowing what to do in the future.

If you want to continue to improve your realm, you can only practice according to the records in "Corpse Refining Dafa".But that thing gets more and more evil as it gets to the back, it can be used to make living corpses, but if you put it on yourself, Ning Chengying doesn't want to practice it anymore.

Ying Wuchou said: "There are two ways, either to help you reincarnate as a teacher, and to find a good family in the next life, so that you can live a smooth life. Or..."

"Teacher chooses the second option." Ning Chengying made a choice immediately before listening to Wuchou's words.

Ying Wuchou: "Either you seal up this cave for the master, and you retreat here to refine your soul. As the master, there is a special set of mental methods for refining the soul. After practicing for thousands of years, the soul can exist independently of the body and condense into a body."

Ying Wuchou's two methods, in terms of the modern world he has experienced, are either the death penalty or 1000 years in prison.

Ning Chengying: "...1000 years..."

"Concentrating on cultivating is something that many cultivators want to do but can't. You are a blessing in disguise." Ying Wuchou said, "However, it is really depressing not to be able to leave this place for a thousand years. How about this, I will give you a magic weapon as a master. When you want to go out, this magic weapon can keep you safe."

"Thank you, Master!" Ning Chengying said happily.

Master is really omnipotent!

After Ying Wushou finished speaking, she rummaged through Ning Chengying's pockets, found some silver and put it in her sleeves, and flew away from the cave.

After about three hours, I came back, holding a large tank with a height of two meters in my hand.

Ning Chengying: "..."

Ying Wushou said: "This is a vat that I bought for my teacher all the way to the wine cellar outside the big city. It is used by some wineries to store wine. It is high enough and big enough to hold you. The most commendable Best of all, it also has a lid that seals really well."

Wine is volatile, and the lid of the wine cellar can prevent the wine gas from escaping.Although there will still be a little air leakage, Ying Wuchou only needs to apply a formation on the lid to ensure that the miasma inside will never overflow.

Ning Chengying: "Master, this disciple is dull and doesn't understand what you mean."

Ying Wuchou said: "As the teacher, I set up a layer of formation outside the wine tank, which can withstand the full blow of the Nascent Soul Stage. When I want to go out, I just need to put the miasma into the wine tank, and then you enter the tank and use the things to control it." The art of flying controls the flight of the wine tank, and you can go wherever you want."

Ning Chengying touched his eyes, he wanted to cry, but couldn't shed tears.

"If you want to buy something, don't be afraid, there is a cloth bag on the lid, you put the silver taels in the cloth bag, let the store take the money from the bag, and then hang the items on the wine tank." Ying Wushou said.

He nodded secretly in his heart, he is really a good master who solves troubles for his disciples.

"Many, thank you, Master." Ning Chengying sadly accepted the wine jar.

"I'll leave you another teacher's communication talisman for you. With this talisman, if the wine jar accidentally breaks, you can ask other senior brothers to buy another one for you." Ying Wuchou said, "Master I don’t know if I can live for 1000 years, but it doesn’t matter, you have other senior brothers. They will also accept apprentices and pass them on from generation to generation.”

Ying Wuchou has raised many apprentices who can cause trouble, and has developed the habit of being careful and thoughtful over the years.

He thought for a while, and then said: "Before the teacher knows the destiny, he will definitely remember to visit you and give you a few more wine jars."

"Master, how did your body heal?" Ning Chengying looked at Ying Wushou, and felt that the master was completely different from the sick and gentle master he remembered who often coughed and wheezed when he moved.

The master in front of him seemed to be full of youth and vitality, full of whimsical ideas, which made him a little bit unable to keep up with the master's footsteps.

"The tortoise has been resting for many years, and the soul has entered into a samadhi. I have realized some mental methods and healed the old wounds of the body." Ying Wuchou said, "So you should understand that the future that the system shows you is false."

"I understand!" Ning Chengying gritted her teeth.

This system deceived him so badly!

"It's not suitable for a teacher to stay in the miasma for too long. The disciple likes to cultivate, and there are some important things to do as a teacher, so I'm leaving." Ying Wuchou said.

Ning Chengying looked at Ying Wushou with a bitter face: "Master, can you visit me once in a while? My disciple has been here for thousands of years, and it's quite depressing."

"When the teacher's skill is higher, I will come to strengthen the formation. I guarantee that even if you reach the Mahayana stage, as long as your soul cannot be condensed, you will not be able to leave here." Ying Wushou promised casually.

Ning Chengying watched Ying Wushou lay down the formation, flung off his sleeves, and flew away, taking all the clouds with him, leaving him only a cloud of miasma.

And a huge wine tank.

Ning Chengying let out a long sigh towards the wine tank.

"It turns out that this is the spirit and vitality of Master when he is healthy. It is really..." Ning Chengying swallowed the sentence "It's better to be sick" back to his heart with tears in his eyes.

Ying Wushou dealt with Ning Chengying, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Facing his disciples, he still had to put on some airs of a master, and pay attention to his image so as not to show a too scary expression.

When alone, Ying Wushou's anger is unrepressed and cannot be concealed.

Outrageous!

He tried his best to get him to raise and take good care of in the valley, so that he could grow up happily, but the supporting actor called him a world-destroying dragon!

Ning Chengying thought that the tasks he completed were a good thing for the people, but he didn't know that every time he completed a task, he pushed Cen Shuangluo a step into the abyss.

Even if he leaves Cangjin Valley, Cen Shuangluo can grow up happily in Cen's family, and wait for Ying Wuchou to wake up safely, then go to the town to pick him up.

Now that Cen Shuangluo is living in misery, seeing the real Ning Chengying, he can only leave silently. None of Ning Chengying, Cen's family, including Ying Wuchou herself, is innocent!

Ying Wushou came to the small town quietly at night. He looked at the white clothes on his body, and thought that it was given to him by Cen Shuangluo, so he put it away cherishingly.

He sneaked into the clothing store, found a black dress to wear, and put down the money he got from Ning Chengying as a reward for the dress.

Ying Wuchou, dressed in black, walked into Cen's house, lit the oil lamp, and sat in the courtyard.

When the Cen family heard the movement, they walked out of the room and saw a man in black sitting in the middle of the yard with a face as heavy as water. He had a sinister expression, like a ghost.

"Ah!!!!" The Cen family screamed, and the mistress immediately hid the only son in the house, and the men took out hoes, axes and other agricultural tools and pointed them at Ying Wushou.

Ying Wushou flickered, took out the teapot from the room, and poured himself a cup of cold tea.

He said lightly: "The person who hurt Cen Shuangluo that day stays, and the rest can retire."

In the past four years, the Cen family had almost forgotten about Cen Shuangluo, they only thought that he died outside.A cripple with a broken leg, only 14 years old, how long can he live outside?

The head of the Cen family looked at Ying Wuchou carefully, recognized his appearance, and said, "You are not Cen Shuangluo, who are you?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Ying Wuchou put down the teacup, and came to the head of the Cen family like a ghost.

He looked at the crowd with eyes darker than the night and said, "Those who have never bullied Cen Shuangluo can put down their farm tools and go back to their room to rest. Those who have hurt him, come out!"

His words seemed to hide some kind of magical power. Some people put down their weapons and returned to the room obediently as if they were controlled.

On the contrary, there were still some people hiding in the house, such as the second elder of the Cen family, who walked out of the room uncontrollably.

Ying Wuchou said: "I am not a good person, nor will I pretend to be a good person, I just behave in the world and have my own principles.

"This seat has a clear distinction between grievances and grievances, rewards and punishments, and does not hurt women and children, old or young."

With a wave of his palm, all the old people and children returned to the room, only a few strong men remained, namely the head of the Cen family and his brothers.

Ying Wushou glanced over the agricultural tools, and the agricultural tools seemed to be alive, hitting these people's legs hard.

With a "click", the sound of bone cracking came, and these people fell to the ground in pain, clutching their legs.

Ying Wuchou said slowly: "I don't torture people, I just return the injuries that Cen Shuangluo suffered that day to you all. If you hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days, and your feet are painful for a hundred days, your injuries will heal naturally, and you won't be left behind." root cause."

The person lying on the ground was obviously in pain and wailed continuously, but he could clearly hear Ying Wushou's words and kept them firmly in his heart.

"Cultivators shouldn't use ordinary people to vent their personal anger. Cen Shuangluo has the right to take revenge on you, but he didn't. What he did today is my personal grievance. I have violated the principles, so I should blame myself to save myself." Ying Wushou said .

As soon as he finished speaking, an ax on the ground rose into the air and hit Ying Wuchou's calf hard, causing his leg to break.

Ying Wushou was so painful that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he didn't say a word.

After a hundred days, his wounds will heal together with these ordinary people.

After doing all this, Ying Wuchou gradually calmed down.

"Cen's family, remember, stay on the front line."

After leaving these words, he blew out the oil lamp, blended into the night, and disappeared quietly.

The author has something to say:

Ying Wuchou: My leg hurts, I need a little prickly dragon to blow it off.

Ning Chengying: Disciple is willing to heal Master.

Ying Wuchou: Wine tank, get out!