Chapter 2 A strange well
“Moon-watching Well!”
“There are three thousand water in it, and each ladle has magical powers.”
“The owner of the well: Xin Zhuo.”
"Jing: Mortal."
"Moonlight: 10/100."
"Sacrifice to the spirit: 0/15."
"Feed back: 0/50."
"Fusion: 0/50 ."
"Feeding:0/30"
In the room, burning hemp straw cores and tung seed oil gave off a pungent smell. The light was only enough to illuminate an area about the size of a palm, but it was enough to see the strange personal board that appeared in the well.
Xin Zhuo suppressed his excitement and spent two sticks of incense to study the well thoroughly.
To put it simply, this well is not like the system flow in fantasy novels, but like an object like a magic weapon that recognizes the owner. It is charged by moonlight, shares the power of others, and provides the well owner with unknown abilities. ——
Jing: As the name suggests, it is a state.
Yuehua: The moonlight of the day and the moon.
Sacrifice to the spirits: Give the well water to humans or animals to drink, forming an invisible bond with the well owner. There are only 15 people in total. The people being sacrificed are not in any danger or discomfort, and they will not even be aware of it. When the sacrificial spirit is full, all ties with the original sacrificial spirit can be released and replaced.
Feedback: Everything owned by the sacrificial spirit, including cultivation realm, martial arts, lifespan, charm, temperament, and appearance, can be seized and shared permanently by the owner of the well, and the sacrificial spirit is also unable to detect it. The premise is that loyalty, apology, and debt are required, which are equivalent to karma and destiny. After one of them reaches half, it can be captured and shared.
Fusion: The abilities provided by different sacrificial spirits can be fused into mutant abilities by consuming moonlight. Of course, you can also choose to absorb them directly or discard them. Discarding them also requires moonlight.
Feeding: The bones of the spirit worshiper are exhausted and cannot be improved. You can feed them water from the Moon Well for re-cultivation. Note: Each person offering sacrifices to the spirit can only take the water from Wangyue Well three times in his life. The absorption rate varies from person to person.
In addition, after the numerical operation is full, the various abilities of Moon Moon Well can be upgraded. After the upgrade, the abilities provided to the well owner will be more abundant, but the candidates for soul sacrifice must be enhanced at the same time.
This well does not immediately give the well owner the ability to defy the heavens, but through operation, he can obtain unknown magical powers.
This kind of déjà vu with the difficulty of operating low-level dungeons is very interesting to Xin Zhuo, who was an average reader in his previous life, but could spend three days and three nights forgetting food and sleep.
His bad mood suddenly brightened! His eyes became bright under the dim light.
The future doesn't seem that bad. At least I can develop a strange ability so that I won't be stabbed casually.
Even if it develops smoothly, it can carve out a bloody road and a broad road.
Of course, the top priority is to find the sacrifice spirit. There is no choice but to have five bandits under his command. Because of the three options of loyalty, apology and debt, the whole world has been temporarily blocked.
No one will be loyal to a bandit leader for no reason, nor will he owe a debt to a bandit, nor will he feel sorry for a bandit leader.
It seems difficult to cultivate the apologies and debts of five vicious bandit subordinates, because they do not have these attributes at all.
But loyalty is still a bit reliable, otherwise these five people would have abandoned themselves and run away as soon as their grandfather died.
Find a way to form a bond with them, then cultivate their loyalty, practice martial arts, and finally feed it back to yourself!
He thought about it for a while and felt that it could be done in one go.
I got up and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, and finally took out a solid cloth bag with three layers inside and three layers outside.
Opening the door, the moonlight was bright and the mountain scenery was hazy.
In the kitchen diagonally opposite, the last three cabbages of the cottage, cooked by the fifth master Han Qiniang and his younger brother Han Jiulang, have been cut into a large pot. Next to it are crushed coarse salt, and a bowl of chili pepper and garlic.
However, the two siblings stood side by side in front of the door, looking straight at somewhere in the courtyard, with a look of horror on their faces: "Master, our well is gone and it is haunted!"< br>
For the bandits who are fierce, murderous and murderous, fearless of heaven and earth, and dare to pull down the emperor even if they are killed, they are still very afraid of ghosts.
"No...forget it. From now on, I will drink mountain streams. Nongfu Spring is a bit sweeter and tastes better than the rancid well water. Today I will cook cabbage."
Xin Zhuo He pretended to be perfunctory and rolled up his sleeves skillfully.
"Uh..."
This bachelor's free and easy attitude was a bit difficult for the siblings to accept, and then the fear of the disappearance of the well disappeared: "Zi said you know how to cook?"< br>
"Zi Yue" is the "elegant name" used by bandits for scholars.
Being unable to carry your shoulders, unable to lift with your hands, being too lazy to hold up your chopsticks when they fall over, and talking nonsense are also the labels of most "Confucius".
"Of course! My grandfather once praised me for cooking cabbage well!"
"Okay!" The sister and brother did not treat him politely, dropped what they were doing, and turned to leave.
In his previous life, Xin Zhuo’s cooking skills were pretty good. Vinegar cabbage, spicy and sour cabbage, and cabbage and pork vermicelli stew made the kids next door greedy, but that’s not the point.
The cabbage was stewed with water from Wangyue Well. Then, in order to ensure the success of the one-time bond, he opened the last jar of sorghum mixed with fermented glutinous rice that his grandfather regarded as a treasure during his lifetime, and took another full spoonful of it from "Wangyue Well". .
After two pillars of incense, the gathering hall.
All six people in Fulong Village plus a little yellow dog gathered together.
Xin Zhuo sat on the tiger-skin chair that was not completely preserved and even exuded a faint fishy smell, with a serious expression.
The five thieves looked at the grey, burnt-smelling stewed cabbage in the bowl in front of them, and fell into deep thought. "Everyone!"
Xin Zhuo was the first to break the silence, "I have something to say!"
The five thieves raised their heads together, with no trace of emotion on their faces. "Zi said", he always sounded like an old man My wife’s foot-binding cloth is long, smelly, and full of prejudice.
"The situation facing our village is extremely severe. Other bandits are besieging us and the government is suppressing us. If one of us is not good, we may die without a burial place." Xin Zhuo tried his best to stay calm.
“Haha...”
The thieves waited for a while and heard nothing, so they couldn't help but laugh weakly.
It’s a matter of course, why bother repeating it? If you don't have a solution to your dilemma, a whole inspiring poem might be more practical.
"Actually, it's like this..."
Xin Zhuo stood up and sighed. When dealing with the bandits, he was either telling the truth or pretending to be mysterious. To be honest, it was of little use: "I squinted at noon. After a while, my grandfather gave me a message. He scolded me for not being able to lead the village, scolding you for not being loyal enough to me and wasting his care for you all these years. If I continue like this, the village will fall apart."
< br>The thieves were stunned for a moment, and subtle changes finally occurred on their faces.
Everyone here is either a homeless person picked up by the old boss, or someone who was adopted from a young age. It can be said that the kindness is as great as a mountain.
When it comes to the old boss, even if he despises the young boss and is full of sarcastic remarks, he still can’t say anything.
After a long time, the fourth master let out a long and thin sigh, his orchid finger particularly conspicuous: "The first master is a bit annoying, I can't stop crying, and I feel so ashamed. Since the old master is entrusting me with dreams, have you said anything? Get out of trouble What's the solution?"
"That's right!"
The thieves cheered up a little. The old master is a hero from Fulong Mountain. Even the masters of Qiugong Pavilion have to give a little bit of credit. How could he be so sad when the old man was alive?
"Grandpa seems to have said it, but not completely!"
"Uh...oh?"
"The old man said, since I am the head of the family, I should protect you. Let me figure it out myself.”
“What about you?”
“That’s right!”
"How to protect it?"
"Secrets!"
"Do you have it?"
"I have it!"
The faces of the bandits changed drastically.
In this world where martial arts is the foundation, everything is low-grade, only martial arts is good, and advanced martial arts are monopolized by a small number of top martial arts families, sects, and officials, how precious are martial arts classics?
"Where?"
"Here!"
Xin Zhuo fiercely took out the package and slammed it on the table, "There are exactly five books, all of which are fine works in martial arts. My grandfather was alive. Treat it as a treasure of life.
If you want to survive and find a way out, you must become a master as soon as possible. Of course, with your intelligence, it will not be difficult. ”
These secret books are indeed grandfather's collection, and they are very secret. He just searched his memory and found them out specifically.
The content is bitter and difficult to understand, and it has a sense of deja vu as a street vendor who made mysteries in his previous life. At least he can't play it, but the five local thieves may have hope.
"Your judgment makes sense, but...give it all to us?"
The eyes of the five thieves became fiery, staring directly at the package.
“Give it all!” Xin Zhuo said firmly.
"What's the price?" Cui Ying'er, the second head of the family, asked in a deep voice.
“That’s a good question!” , find a way out, and remember the kindness of our ancestors and grandchildren from now on, and share with me We will never give up and protect Fulong Village together, that's all!"
"The boss..."
"Benevolence and righteousness!"
Thieves like this very much! , the so-called kindness in the world is nothing more than the parents of the person who was born, and the teacher who taught the skills.
The old leader is a true master, which is why Fulong Village, with only six or seven people, can be ranked first among the three bandit villages in Fulong Mountains.
However, although the old master was generous and gave them some guidance on weekdays, he always disliked the thieves and his grandson Xin Zhuo for their lack of talent and refused to teach them real kung fu. This time, he was invited to a duel and was seriously injured. Death was an unexpected surprise for everyone. He didn't even make a will before he died. Xin Zhuo didn't mention it. Who knew that the old man had such valuable things as secret books left behind?
At this moment, how could they not be moved by the master's awe-inspiring righteousness and teaching skills without being a teacher?
The heat is up.
Xin Zhuo took the opportunity to lift up the jar of sorghum glutinous rice, poured a bowl into it each person, and then raised it high: "We bandits must be bloody. This difficulty is not worth mentioning now. I want you to become masters. , overwhelming the other two villages, beating the nuns , Kaizi said, in the future, we will capture the city of Fufeng, kill the dog magistrate, and plunder the magistrate’s daughter to become the wife of Yazhai, and plunder all directions, and no one in the world will dare to compete with us! To sum it up in one sentence, our journey is... the sea of stars! Done!”
This sentence has no technical content, and is even very good. Moreover, the thieves present may not understand where the stars and the sea are, but the victory is due to the cheats and brainwashing. The thieves were inevitably aroused and raised their glasses at the same time:
“Stars and the sea!”
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(End of this chapter)