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Cen Shuangluo's dream was fragmented and incoherent, and he could only see some key information, but his dream was very clear, and it did not affect his understanding of what would happen in his future through the dream.

He once dreamed that Ning Chengying turned the people of a village into corpse puppets, and that village was full of walking corpses, extremely strange.

Cen Shuangluo also dreamed that Ning Chengying injected corpse energy into his body, saying, "For the sake of Master, please die."

In the dream, Cen Shuangluo felt that his body was gradually dying, and the pain of living and rotting was so real that he was suffocated.

When he first left the small town, Cen Shuangluo didn't believe in these dreams, thinking they were just hallucinations after he had a fever.

Later, when he was inexperienced, he was deceived by human traffickers on the grounds of helping him find a job, and when he was taken to a luxurious place with the intention of committing crimes, the dream warned him, and he helped Cen Shuangluo kill the human traffickers and escape from there, and he believed it. dream.

In the past four years, with the help of dreams, he survived the crisis again and again, got some adventures, and became a cultivator with high mana.

In the past few years, Cen Shuangluo has seen all the dangers in the world. He is no longer that weak boy who only follows the hints of his dreams to avoid danger.

All those who might harm him, he must get rid of them first.

Ning Chengying was the first!

The closer he was to the puppet village, the more sinister Cen Shuangluo's eyes became, as if he was making up his mind to draw a clear line from his innocent self in the past.

Ying Wuchou watched his expression secretly, and thought he was very interesting.

The biggest problem with the few villains he accepted was that they never felt that what they did was wrong.

Out of respect for Master, they are willing to obey what Ying Wuchou taught them, but they still retain their superficial understanding of the world.

Cen Shuangluo obviously understood that there was something wrong with him pretending to be Ning Chengying and deceiving Ying Wushou. He struggled between good and evil, and all the complex entanglements in his heart were written on his face, making him look very lively. .

Ying Wuchou was extremely thankful that he confessed to Cen Shuangluo that he couldn't see it at the beginning, otherwise how could he see the struggling side of human nature?

Cen Shuangluo struggled inwardly, clenched his fists tightly, his nails pierced into his palm after a while, he didn't realize it.

A cold hand covered the back of his hand, Cen Shuangluo looked sideways, and saw that Ying Wushou's palm rested on his fist, a white light flashed, and the wound on the palm healed immediately.

Cen Shuangluo spread out his fist and wiped off the blood on it, revealing his intact palm.

Only then did he realize that he had hurt himself at some point.

Going to look at Ying Wushou again, I saw him standing on the flute, his long sleeves swaying in the wind, and from time to time, clouds drifted past Ying Wushou, as ethereal as an exile.

Cen Shuangluo moved her lips, but couldn't speak.

He will not give up getting rid of the hidden danger of Ning Chengying, but asking Ying Wuchou to clean up the house himself, isn't it too cruel for Ying Wuchou?

Fuchen Sanren Ying Wuchou was in Cen Shuangluo's dream, it was just a name, he had never really dreamed of this person.

Because when his dream began, Ying Wuchou was already a dead person, he only existed in the words of others and in the memory of his disciples.

He only knew that Ying Wushou had taught a group of apprentices who hunted and killed him all day long, and he was somewhat angry with this person, but he didn't expect Ying Wushou to be such a person.

Touch the dust, not the whisk.

Even if it's just an insignificant speck of dust, is Ying Wuchou willing to reach out to comfort him?

Such a person is already at the end of his life, can he withstand the blow of killing disciples with his own hands?

Cen Shuangluo turned his eyes away, and couldn't bear to look at Ying Wuchou again.

At this time, his destination has arrived.

Cen Shuangluo controlled the flute to land, and the two came to a mountain pass, still some distance away from the village.

Cen Shuangluo was worried that Ning Chengying would find out, so he landed early, and the rest of the journey would be over.

After landing, Cen Shuangluo realized that he had thought too simply, the place was full of miasma, and except for some poisonous weeds and insects, other creatures could hardly survive.

Even if one stops breathing, the miasma can penetrate the body through the skin. If it stays here for more than two hours, even a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage will gradually become weak due to poisoning.

After all, the dream is just a dream, not being in it, so I can't feel the miasma here.

Such a terrible miasma is obviously not formed naturally, it should be man-made.

Ning Chengying used the miasma to seal up the village in order to cover up his evil deeds.

In an instant, Cen Shuangluo had already inhaled some miasma, he couldn't help coughing twice, and quickly held his breath.

He did not forget to remind Ying Wuchou: "Master, there is miasma here, don't breathe for now."

Ying Wushou has been famous in the cultivation world for hundreds of years, and has traveled almost all the famous mountains and rivers in the cultivation world. His vision and experience are beyond the reach of others.

When he was still in the sky, he discovered that the place Cen Shuangluo had chosen was full of miasma. He only thought that Cen Shuangluo wanted to use the miasma to hurt him, and he didn't say anything to expose it.

Unexpectedly, when he landed, he discovered that Cen Shuangluo was also ignorant, and he was still unprepared, taking a deep breath of miasma.

Seeing that his cheeks were flushed from coughing, Ying Wushou only felt that this child was so simple and pitiful.

After all, I have only been in the rivers and lakes for four years, and I have too little experience.

"Sit cross-legged." Ying Wushou said calmly.

Cen Shuangluo didn't know why, but obediently found a clean stone to sit down on.

Ying Wuchou sat behind him, with his palms lightly pressed against his vest, a warm current poured into Cen Shuangluo's body, driving the chaotic true qi in his meridians to circulate in his body for a week, and the miasma that he inadvertently inhaled was in his mouth and nose. Expelled from the body everywhere, Cen Shuangluo only felt a burst of relief in his chest and lungs.

As soon as the zhenqi entered the body, Ying Wuchou noticed that the zhenqi in Cen Shuangluo's body was extremely chaotic. If it were an ordinary person, the meridians would have been cut off, and the seven orifices would bleed to death.

But Cen Shuangluo's meridians were so strong that it was unbelievably strong, forcibly contained these messy qi, and forcibly formed a golden core.

This is the reason why the cultivation methods are too complicated. Cen Shuangluo doesn't have a systematic cultivation method, and he cultivates a little when he finds it. It seems that he has eaten a lot of treasures from heaven and earth.

It would take at least five or ten years for ordinary cultivators to slowly refine the spirit grass elixir that is full of spiritual energy.Cen Shuangluo didn't go through the refining process at all. After eating this treasure, he turned around and ate another one. His survival depended on his body. No wonder he was able to reach the Great Perfection of the Golden Core Stage in just four years.

With his physical strength, he can probably last until the stage of desolation.After the realm is empty, if you continue to practice indiscriminately like this, you will explode and die sooner or later.

This is not a problem that can be solved in a short while, it needs Cen Shuangluo to practice the orthodox mind method, and spend decades to slowly integrate the mixed zhenqi in his body.

Why do you act like a wild child, stuffing delicious food into your mouth when you see it, and you don't know how to cook it, and you don't understand the principle of food conflicting.Ying Wushou thought secretly.

But he also understood why Cen Shuangluo was able to imitate the exercises that Ning Chengying was good at.

Without him, there are no more than a dozen types of mental methods in the cultivation world, such as those for refining tools, practicing swords, practicing body, refining alchemy, practicing picking and supplementing, etc. As long as the true energy in the body is mixed enough, there will always be a kind of similarity. .

Before she could figure out Cen Shuangluo's purpose, Ying Wuchou didn't point out the problem of his cultivation, but just used her ray of true energy to force out Cen Shuangluo's miasma, and at the same time helped him to spread a layer of true energy on the surface of his body. Barrier to prevent miasma from invading the body through the skin.

"Thank you, Master." Cen Shuangluo stood up and said.

He has been wandering for so many years. In the past, he gritted his teeth and endured difficulties. It was the first time someone taught him what to do, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

"How did Chengying find such a dangerous place?" Ying Wuchou said, "This miasma is very strange and evil. It can slowly erode the true energy and turn it into use. The barrier under your body can only support twelve Time will be assimilated by the miasma, we'd better leave here as soon as possible."

"There is a village ahead, there are many people living there, there should be no miasma." Cen Shuangluo said, "They live in such a harsh environment, life must be very difficult, maybe we can help them."

Ying Wuchou observed Cen Shuangluo's expression through the white cloth, and guessed that he was disguised as Ning Chengying to lure him to this village.

Apart from poisonous weeds and insects, there are no other living beings here, and it is full of miasma that can weaken people's skills. It is really an excellent place to kill people.

If Cen Shuangluo hadn't been so choked by the miasma that he almost vomited blood, Ying Wuchou would have suspected that he lured her here to murder and rob.

But he was supposed to be a dead man, and he didn't have anything of value on him, so there was nothing worth plotting against.

"Okay, it's up to you." Ying Wushou said kindly.

He followed Cen Shuangluo to see what was so strange about this village.

The road was rough, and it was really inconvenient to move around with a wooden stick to explore the way, so Ying Wushou took the wooden stick in one hand and supported Cen Shuangluo in the other, and the two walked slowly to the village several miles away.

Even though the miasma is so high here, the poisonous weeds are extremely luxuriant. The grass is more than one meter high, no higher than the two waists, and it is unknown what poisonous insects are hidden in the grass.

Before taking a few steps, Cen Shuangluo's ears moved, and she heard a very light rustling sound from the grass.

He took Ying Wushou's wooden stick, picked it up neatly, and picked up a pure black poisonous snake from Ying Wushou's ankle.

The snake's feet were as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and its long fangs were extremely sharp. Its body was wrapped around the wooden staff, corresponding to Wuchou, spitting out the snake's letter, making a vicious "hissing" sound.

Cen Shuangluo dreamed that he had scales and got along well with little snakes, but it didn't mean he would show mercy to such a dangerous poisonous snake.

The flute flew across the air, leaving behind a silver afterimage, and hit the black snake's head heavily.

"Slow down!" Ying Wuchou raised her hand to block Cen Shuangluo's attack.

Cen Shuangluo didn't have time to stop, and the flute hit Ying Wuchou's arm, leaving a shocking red mark.

"Master!" Cen Shuangluo's voice was full of sincere concern, and he was very afraid that he would hurt Ying Wuchou.

"No problem." Ying Wuchou said.

Greed flashed in Bai Bu's eyes, Ying Wushou stretched out his hand to the black snake, and said softly, "We trespassed on its territory, it's just protecting itself, don't hurt it."

Ying Wushou's fingertips landed on the cool and smooth scales of the black snake, her pale cheeks were stained with a trace of blood, and her palms were slightly clenched, clasping seven inches of the black snake.

The black snake opened its mouth wide in shock, screamed "hiss", spit out snake letters frantically at Ying Wuchou, and writhed in excitement.

It is rare for Ying Wuchou to meet such a thick snake, and she wanted to pet and play with it, so that she could love this snake.If he is in a good mood, maybe he will give it some spiritual energy to help it cultivate and make it grow bigger and stronger.

Then help it absorb the miasma here and devour other poisonous insects. After three to five hundred years, this snake can grow tens of meters long.

If you continue to practice for thousands of years, you will probably become a poisonous dragon with a back so wide that Ying Wuchou can lie on it and sleep.

Unfortunately, it doesn't want to.

Ying Wuchou didn't like the difficulties of strong snakes, so she had to touch the largest and hardest scales of the black snake, and regretfully put it back in the grass.

As soon as it entered the grass, the black snake fled into the distance like flying.

It is really crazy to try to get close to that person who has the same aura. The person in the white clothes next to him is too scary. His gestures and eyes seem to peel off the snake's scales!

On the way to escape, the black snake instinctively left a dangerous signal.The nearby poisonous snakes and insects felt this smell, and they all fled far away, and none of them dared to attack the two of them.

Cen Shuangluo watched Ying Wushou let go of the poisonous snake that tried to attack him, and the cloth strips covering his eyes could not conceal his pity and pity, and his heart ached suddenly.

Ying Wuchou is such a kind person, he shouldn't force him to face his apprentice's misery.

There are many ways to deal with Ning Chengying, as long as he finds more natural treasures to eat, breaks through the Nascent Soul Stage, and kills Ning Chengying himself, there is no need to worry about hurting him.

Cen Shuangluo smiled dryly, no more persistence in his eyes, and said to Wuchou: "Master, this place is too dangerous, let's go."

I can't bear it so soon, and want to give up the plan?That would not work, he was still curious.Should have no worries.

He grabbed Cen Shuangluo and said firmly: "There should be no people living here. After several generations, the people here will die sooner or later. Since we have met, we can't stand by and help them leave here and go to a suitable place to live." Settle down somewhere."

After all, Ying Wuchou pulled Cen Shuangluo forward involuntarily.

Things have come to this point, Cen Shuangluo couldn't help but shrink back.

He hasn't had enough.

The author has something to say:

Black Snake: Brothers, a pervert is coming, run away!

Ying Wuchou: It doesn't matter if the snake runs away, there is a cuter one beside me.

This article is also known as "The Overbearing Master's Runaway Little Jiao Wife"