Can Shizun attack once?

50 years is enough for ordinary people to go through three generations, from childhood to old age; for practitioners, it is just a snap of the fingers.

Ying Wuchou calculated silently. Before he fell asleep, his little apprentice Ning Chengying had just established his foundation. If he practiced diligently in the past 50 years, he should have broken through the golden core stage.

As for whether to break through the Nascent Soul stage, it still depends on Ning Chengying's fortune.

Ying Wuchou has seven disciples in total. Fifty years ago, six disciples left the master's sect to venture into the world of cultivation. Only the youngest disciple, Ning Chengying, stayed in the Cangjin Valley for only 50 years.

A cultivator can only truly enter the Tao after building the foundation, and Ying Wuchou also waits for the little apprentice to build the foundation before he can rest assured that he will retreat to death and wait for the arrival of the deadline.

When the temple was built, Ying Wuchou's health was already very poor, so she didn't leave Zang Jingu to watch the ceremony.

On the contrary, Ning Chengying was still very young. He went to the foot of the mountain to watch the excitement, and said something strange when he came back.

"Master, when I stood in front of that statue, I had a very strange feeling, as if I was being stared at severely by Master."

Ning Chengying was born with a strong inspiration. He opened his spiritual eyes at the age of three, and can communicate with ghosts and gods. He is a genius who can enter the Tao on his own even if no one teaches him.

When Ying Wuchou met Ning Chengying, this little disciple was only ten years old, and every midnight he went to the cemetery outside the village to dig graves, looking for resentful corpses to absorb the corpse's aura.

Give him another three to five years, and Ning Chengying will probably be able to turn himself into a living corpse, and walk on an evil path without a teacher.

Ning Chengying was able to see a special kind of qi, the aura exists between the heaven and the earth, it is invisible and colorless, and can only be felt by the inspiration from cultivation.But in Ning Chengying's eyes, the air in the world has different colors, the spiritual energy is between light blue and light green, the more abundant the spiritual energy, the closer the color is to dark blue.

And resentment is black, and the young Ning Chengying regarded resentment as aura condensed to the extreme, and cultivated it like a treasure with great joy.

The most frightening thing was that Ning Chengying saw that the herbs taken by the sick people also contained a touch of spiritual energy, and believed that spiritual energy could cure diseases.

His idea was not wrong, but he regarded resentment and corpse energy as the most abundant aura, and he dug the grave in the middle of the night to absorb the corpse energy and heal his father.

Ying Wuchou watched Ning Chengying pour his grievances into his seriously ill father. He had already sworn not to accept apprentices anymore, he really couldn't help watching this tragedy happen, so he came to help and saved Ning Chengying's father. , and also took away the corpse-like child, leading him to the right path.

The harm caused to the world by geniuses without orthodox teaching is more terrible than that of heinous people.

Since Ning Chengying thinks the statue is weird, there must be something wrong.

Ying Wuchou guessed the reason at that time, but she didn't care.

Ning Chengying said that "the god is looking at him like a master", which means that the god is absolutely related to Ying Wuchou.

But Ying Wuchou knew that he might not wait until Tengjiao was born, so he left the scale armor that was connected to the vision near the town.

When Tengjiao is born, even if he is dead by then, and the piece of scale armor "sees" the young Tengjiao, it can be regarded as seeing him.

The scales are one foot long, and each piece has a different shape. The ancient secrets are engraved on the front and back. The words of the secrets are extremely small, and there are about a thousand characters on each scale.If Ying Wuchou hadn't been blind for a long time back then, and her sense of touch was extremely keen, she might not have been able to touch every word clearly.

After refining the seven scales, this thing seemed to recognize its owner, the writing on it completely disappeared, and the surface was smooth.

It should be to hide the secret technique. It has the special ability to melt when it encounters a stone. No matter where it is thrown, the scale armor will find a suitable stone and slowly melt into the stone.

The three-meter-high jade stone used to carve the idol in the town should just hide the piece of scale armor.

The scale armor was once connected to Ying Wuchou's vision, and Ning Chengying, who was so inspired, felt like being "watched by the master".

Ying Wuchou came to the tavern just to find out how many years he had been sleeping, but he didn't expect to find the first piece of scale armor so soon, it was really good luck.

He tapped the table with his fingertips, wanting to go to the temple to retrieve his scale armor, but just as he was about to get up, he remembered that he didn't bring any money.

In the past, he would keep some money in his pocket for emergencies.But before he fell asleep, he was about to die, his eyes, nose and ears were blown out, so how could he still bring money.

Now he has nothing but the single clothes on his body, the jade slips in the cuffs and the scales around his waist.

Thinking of this, Ying Wuchou sat back slowly and continued to eat peanuts in a leisurely manner.

He didn't want to use illusion to create fake copper coins to fool the shopkeeper, this was not in line with Ying Wushou's principle of life.

And it's only a few pennies, it's still a good solution.

According to Ying Wushou's experience, as long as he sits in the tavern for a while and behaves more gracefully, after a while someone will come to pay the bill for him and invite him to have a chat at home.

Ying Wuchou knows that he has a high personality, and ordinary people always want to make friends when they meet. He is very used to this kind of situation.

At this time, the waiter ran over.

Ying Wushou's hand holding the chopsticks shook slightly, worried that the shop waiter would come to collect the bill.

The waiter said courteously: "Guest officer, your wine glass is empty, can I pour you a small one?"

Ying Wuchou put down her chopsticks steadily, and said calmly, "No need."

He brushed the hair that fell on the side of his face behind his ears, pressed the wide cuff on the right side with his left hand, picked up the wine glass, and filled a glass for himself.

The shop waiter stared at him, rubbed his hands and asked, "Guest officer, your wine is cold, can I warm it up for you?"

Is this person asking for money?Ying Wushou glanced expressionlessly at the waiter's smiling face, and said coldly, "I will call you when I need it."

"Okay, guest officer." The shop clerk glanced carefully at the pair of amber eyes, and ran to take care of other customers with a rag in his hand.

Ying Wuchou followed the waiter from the corner of the eye, only to realize that there were more people in the tavern at some point.

When he came, there were only two or three tables full of guests.

Even outside the tavern, there were some people around.

Are people outside waiting for a seat?With so many people queuing up, it's no wonder Xiao Er urged him to leave.Ying Wuchou secretly thought.

If he continues like this, he will definitely be kicked out, and if he can't afford the money at that time, he will lose his character as an expert in the cultivation world.

"Xiao Er." Ying Wuchou said.

"Hey, here we come!" The shop clerk left the customer at hand, and slid up to Ying Wuchou, so fast that Ying Wuchou wondered if he had practiced some light kung fu.

"What is the commander's order?"

Ying Wushou looked at him indifferently: "There are a lot of people in your shop."

"There were not so many people in the past." The waiter said.

Ying Wuchou said: "If you can't sit down, I can share a table here."

He moved the jug and peanuts, leaving half of the table open.

Since he can share a table, the store cannot drive him away on the grounds that it is full.You should think about it without worry.

As soon as the words fell, the people in the tavern began to move around. A man in brocade clothes with a greasy face and a fan was the fastest. He sat down opposite Ying Wuchou with a flagon in his hand, and took the seat first.

"Zhengchou has no place to drink, thank you brother." The man in brocade clothes.

Ying Wushou glanced at his luxurious clothes and nodded slightly: "Yes."

"Go, go," the brocade-clothed man opened his fan, blocking the waiter's view, and said coldly, "Go somewhere else, don't get in the way of the master."

The shop waiter didn't dare to offend this distinguished customer who seemed rich, so he had to leave.

The man in brocade clothes said to Wuchou: "Brother, it is also fate that you and I are sharing the table today. It is better to meet by chance than to invite each other. I will be the host of this meal. I wonder if you can give me face?"

Doesn't the one who pays the bill come here?Ying Wushou smiled lightly, held up her wine glass, and paid respects to the man in brocade clothes.

"Brother, did you agree?" The man in brocade clothes brightened his eyes, "I don't know what your name is, but my name is..."

"Master!" A clear voice came from the door, Ying Wushou followed the prestige, and saw a boy who looked sixteen or seventeen years old walk into the tavern and came straight towards him.

The man was dressed in a sky-blue dress, with a flying white crane embroidered on the skirt, and the white crane's wings were covered on the collar of the shoulders, and he moved like a white crane flying across the sky.He wore a black belt around his waist, and in the middle of the belt was embedded a piece of ruby, which looked like a red eye.

He was tall, his hair was tied up high, and a strand of hair fell down on his forehead, making him look youthful and eye-catching.

Judging by his appearance, this person is none other than Ying Wushou's seventh disciple, Ning Chengying.

Ning Chengying was gifted and intelligent, and he had established a foundation within seven years of his entry.Aging will be slowed down after a cultivator builds a foundation, so despite the past few decades, Ning Chengying is still as young as a boy.

Even Ying Wuchou, who was waiting to die, looked only in his early twenties.

Ning Chengying came to Ying Wushou's table, looked at Ying Wushou carefully, and then said: "Just now I saw many people gathered here, and thought something happened. I didn't expect the master to be here, disciple..."

Ying Wuchou stared at his face for a while, then revealed an inscrutable smile.

"Chengying, have you brought any money?" He asked.

Ning Chengying froze for a moment, and rummaged through the cuffs of his belt for a while before finding a money bag, took out a piece of broken silver, and put it on the table.

Feeling relieved, Ying Wuchou stood up and said, "There's no need to look for it."

"Huh?" The man in brocade who wanted to treat him stood up and watched Ying Wushou leave the tavern anxiously.

Ning Chengying followed behind Ying Wushou, seeing the man in brocade clothes wanting to follow, she casually pulled out a flute and placed it in front of her, said coldly: "Get lost!"

He was full of murderous aura, the man in brocade clothes stopped, not daring to follow Ying Wushou.

Leaving the tavern, Ning Chengying respectfully responded to Wuchou and said, "Master, there were so many people with mixed eyes just now, and Chengying failed to bow down to Master, please forgive me."

"My sect doesn't have so many complicated rules." Ying Wushou looked at Ning Chengying's "respectful" face, and his smile became more and more mysterious.

Ning Chengying was a little hairy from his laughter, her head lowered even lower, and she didn't meet Ying Wushou's eyes.

"Chengying, how many years have we not seen each other?" Ying Wuchou asked.

"Ah?" Ning Chengying was taken aback for a moment, then turned his eyes and said, "I have been away for many years since I went out to practice. I can't count how many years I have been away."

"I don't even remember my teacher." Ying Wuchou said, "Chengying, do you still remember what I told you when you left Zangjin Valley?"

"This..." Ning Chengying, a cultivator at least at the Golden Core stage, had cold sweat on his forehead.

It just so happened that the two of them came to a place where no one was around. Ning Chengying knelt down on one knee, cupped his hands and said, "This disciple is unfilial. He even forgot about Master's teachings. Please punish him."

Ying Wuchou looked at the boy kneeling down, and couldn't help but raised her hand to touch her chin.

After meeting each other, he recognized that this person was not Ning Chengying.

His own disciples knew that Ying Wushou's breathing was fixed, and drove away the other disciples, leaving only Ning Chengying, who was not very powerful, in the Cangjin Valley, and told him to leave the valley when his power was high.

Ning Chengying watched Ying Wuchou fall into samadhi with his own eyes, and knew that his master was about to die.How could it be possible to just show respect when seeing him again, it would be polite not to hold his leg and cry.

This person pretended to be Ning Chengying, his appearance and voice were not bad at all, and even his personality was the same as Ning Chengying's usual performance to his seniors, respectful and polite but secretly rebellious.

Only for Wushou, Ning Chengying was sincere and obedient, and would not be so alienated and polite.

Being able to pretend to be Ning Chengying, and even showing up to recognize Ying Wushou and helping him pay the bill, it is obvious that this person knows Ning Chengying very well, is very confident in his performance, and is not afraid of being exposed.

Pretending to be Ning Chengying, but also getting in touch with people who are familiar with Ning Chengying, must have a plan.

Before Ying Wuchou died, he had already distributed all the magic weapons to his disciples, and he was dying, so he couldn't think of anything else that was worth others' attention.

It's kind of interesting.

"What are you doing kneeling, get up." Ying Wuchou helped "Ning Chengying" who was kneeling reluctantly up.

"Ning Chengying" saw Ying Wushou's clothes as soon as he got up, subconsciously stepped back half a step, then tried to restrain his movements, looked away, and asked Ying Wushou: "Master, why did you come out dressed like this?"

"So..." Ying Wuchou looked down at his clothes, only to find that he was still wearing the clothes he wore in the valley, not even shoes.

Tibetan Valley is his home, it is normal to dress casually and comfortably in his own home, but he still has to dress neatly when going out.

It's just that he was too anxious to find Xiaojiao at that time, took the transparent scales and went out, and didn't bother to add clothes.

Fortunately, he is not a real apprentice in front of him, otherwise, where is the majesty of the master?

Facing the fake Ning Chengying, Ying Wuchou felt a lot more at ease. She waved her sleeves and said, "Cultivators take heaven and earth as their home, and do whatever they want. Clothes and shoes are just foreign objects. Chengying, you are too much of a showman."

"Master taught that." "Ning Chengying" said respectfully.

"However, since you are in the world of mortals, you must abide by the worldly etiquette, and you still need to add some clothes. You can buy some clothes for the teacher and come back." Ying Wuchou said.

"Ning Chengying" quickly turned around and left as if he had been released again, and after a while, he came back with a few new and plain clothes.

Did not run?It seems that the fake Ning Chengying really wants to spend some time with him.Ying Wushou was a little curious.

Ying Wuchou chose a white coat to put on, and his feet were also a pair of white steps. He fastened his belt and tied up his long hair casually. people.

Seeing his appearance, "Ning Chengying" secretly heaved a sigh of relief, as if he was more willing to get along with Ying Wuchou like this.

"What is Chengying going to do when he comes to this small town?" Ying Wuchou asked, testing the purpose of the fake Ning Chengying.

"Ning Chengying" said: "I went back to Tibet to visit Master in Jingu. I passed by a small town and suddenly wanted to eat some mortal food. I didn't expect to meet Master. I was very happy."

came to see me?Are you pretending to be Ning Chengying to find me?My enemy from 50 years ago?

Ying Wuchou pondered for a long time, but she couldn't remember what kind of enemy she had.

Since it is aimed at him, put it by your side to observe and see what purpose he has.

Ying Wushou's amber eyes swept over "Ning Chengying"'s face, and she really couldn't see how the other party used a disguise.

But it can be done like this, either by practicing a technique that can change the appearance of bones, or by taking Ning Chengying's human skin and putting it on his body.

If the former Ning Chengying could still survive, if the latter Ning Chengying might have already been reincarnated.

Thinking of this, Ying Wuchou raised her hand, gently caressed "Ning Chengying"'s face, and groped around his ear with her fingertips.

If it is covered with human skin, no matter how tight the seams are, you can still find traces of joints.Ying Wuchou has been blind and deaf for many years, and has an extremely keen sense of touch, no matter how small the gap is, he can't hide it from him.

He checked it naturally, but "Ning Chengying" was suddenly dumbstruck, showing "so you have such a master-student relationship" in his eyes.

"Master, Master, what are you... doing?" He stammered.

Ying Wuchou searched for a long time but couldn't find any traces of bonding, so she withdrew her hand regretfully, and said calmly, "Naturally, I want to take a good look at the apprentice I haven't seen for a long time."

"Look?" "Ning Chengying" raised his hand and touched his ears, the feeling of touch still remained on his skin.

Ying Wushou let out a long sigh: "Chengying, did you forget? I'm approaching my life as a teacher, and my eyesight is getting worse day by day. I can't see clearly."

The author has something to say:

Fake Ning Chengying (in the middle of shattering the three views): Is this the relationship between Ning Chengying and his master?

Ying Wuchou: It may not be this kind of relationship with Chengying, but with you... Maybe it is.