Chapter 82: Pure Demonic Cultivation [Please vote for me! 】
The next day, spring and scenery are bright.
Liang Yue went up to Xinghua Mountain again, and Wang Rulin was still the only one in Yunzhi Temple.
"What did Junior Brother Baiyuan do?" He wondered: "Why haven't you come back for several days?"
"He doesn't need you to worry." Wang Rulin just smiled mysteriously. , "It's almost time, you'll know when the time comes."
"Okay." Liang Yue could only wait peacefully.
The flying flowers in April are also involved in the Taoist temple, creating a fragrant atmosphere.
"I have been practicing martial arts for twenty years and have acquired three swords." Wang Rulin said: "I can demonstrate a sword to you later."
"Demo?" Liang Yue Some confusion, "Isn't there a visualization chart?"
"This is a move I created myself, and I haven't imprinted a visualization chart... After all, I'm not very good at that, and no mystic is willing to do it for me. Brand." Wang Rulin said.
"Can't find it even with money?" Liang Yue said.
Visualization diagrams require the assistance of a mystic to imprint, but not every practitioner has a mystic they are familiar with. Most of them work for a fee. Many mystics have this. business.
Why can’t I do this when I get to Master?
“My reputation among mystics is not very good.” Wang Rulin smiled sheepishly, “I once served as a protector for several mystics, and there were some minor conflicts. There were some minor misunderstandings... If you want to brand my skills, you must be at an extremely high level, and the circle of powerful mystics is very small, which leads to their general prejudice against me."
Small conflicts, misunderstandings, small circles, small prejudices...
After hearing these words, Liang Yue looked at him with a little suspicion, "Since it is a misunderstanding, can't you let them clarify it for you?"
Wang Rulin sighed, "How can a dead person clarify it for me?"
Case solved.
Liang Yue was silently determined in his heart.
The master must have plotted against many mystics by being a protector, causing those people to not dare to approach him anymore.
The mystic's body is weak and not much stronger than that of a mortal, while the warrior's attacks are short-range and clumsy, both of which have obvious weaknesses.
So a more common way is for the mystic to find a warrior as his protector. The two sides can match the distance and double the combat power.
The reason why the demon master Liang Yue met last time didn’t have a protector was because he had a powerful demon beast, which was the best protector. No one could compare with him. The beast master is more trustworthy.
The biggest problem between the mystic and the guardian is trust.
It must be a person to whom you can trust your safety. Many mystics and guardians become heterosexual couples or sworn brothers with different surnames because of their high need for trust.
The appearance of a person like Master is simply a heavy blow to the trust between people in this world. This is probably how he got his name at the top of the backstabbing list.
It is naturally impossible for the mystics to dare to let him get close.
At this moment, a strange person came outside Yunzhiguan.
He was dressed in a black suit, wrapped tightly, with a mask covering the lower half of his face. There was a curved scar on his left eye, which made him look unkind at first glance. After stepping across the threshold of Yunzhiguan, he looked at the master and apprentice in the main hall and paused for a moment.
"Hey, here you go." Wang Rulin waved and greeted, "You are a little earlier than the agreed time."
"I have never made others wait for me." After hearing the greeting, the masked man walked in again and looked at Liang Yue, "Is it him?"
"Not bad." Wang Rulin said with a smile: "Pure fairy seeds, to say they are geniuses is a bit derogatory."
"It seems possible." The masked man said in a gloomy voice.
Wang Rulin looked like he was selling melons and said, "Just wait and see, who knows who will use it. Do you have enough money?"
Liang Yue: "?"
Why does the tone of voice sound wrong? Did Lao Deng sell it to himself?
Although I also thought about whether this day would come when I became a disciple, but might this day come a little early...
"Of course I won't let you go." The masked man As he spoke, he took out a cloth bag from his waist and threw it on the ground.
There was a clanging sound, and the open part of the bag revealed a pile of gold ingots.
Wang Rulin then smiled and said to Liang Yue: "Look carefully, he should only be able to carry one sword."
The masked man seemed to realize something was wrong and was about to take action.
But he was too slow.
Wang Rulin stood up suddenly and took one step forward. His whole body was like a phantom, flying hundreds of feet away.
There is already at the foot of the mountain, and there is a towering tree in the wild with a tight crown.
Left on the back of the tree was an old man in black robes. His hands were covered with fine cracks, and there were five silk threads in each palm. He was controlling a small black puppet on the ground.
When Wang Rulin burst out, he also sensed it. He quickly stood up and turned around, but he had no time to resist.
Bang——
Wang Rulin's body passed through and stopped behind him.
The old man in black robe then froze motionless, paused, then let out a loud roar, and in an instant a cloud of blood mist rose into the sky.
"Uh-huh..." His eyes showed strong resentment and unwillingness, "You are unethical and despicable..."
"Brother, are you, a demon sect member, talking to me, a Taoist sect member?" Wang Rulin pushed him from behind, "Go ahead."
Plop.
The old man in black robe fell down with his face to the ground.
......
After the old man in black robe was completely dead, Wang Rulin observed for a while and confirmed that there was no breath, then picked up his body, returned to the Taoist temple leisurely, and asked: " Have you learned it?" "I have learned it." Liang Yue nodded and said, "Please enter the urn."
"Very good, you have learned the art of war." Wang Rulin smiled with satisfaction, and then asked: "But this time I asked about swordsmanship."
"Too fast ..." Liang Yue replied thoughtfully.
The moment Wang Rulin took action, he had concentrated all his consciousness, but he could still only trace an afterimage. The universe fluctuated, and he had suddenly flown past.
Although he was teaching swordsmanship, he didn't even have a sword in his hand.
The charm is so difficult to capture.
“It’s enough to understand three points.” Wang Rulin walked over and suddenly stretched out his two fingers and pressed them between Liang Yue’s eyebrows.
Bang.
In an instant, a powerful charm poured into his mind, and the surging Taoist charm was opened by divine thoughts.
He saw a swordsman in white dancing drunkenly under the moonlight. As soon as the sword light came out, the sky, earth, stars and moon were instantly dimmed.
The appearance of the swordsman in white looks similar to Wang Rulin, but he does not have the natural cunning, and has a bit of the high-spiritedness of a young man.
"I went up to the sky in my drunkenness to ask about the breeze and the bright moon!"
"Can I become an immortal with just one sword? From now on, I don't have to face the sky!"
Every time he comes out, The sword was a few minutes closer to the moon on that day. When the three swords were swung past, a big moon was already pressing above the head.
It’s not that he ascended.
Instead, the entire sky is approaching him!
But when he read the fourth sentence, the entire sky began to collapse and shatter, countless stars and moons fell down, and the world was destroyed.
“Ah!”
Liang Yue yelled, and when he opened his eyes, the sun was already setting in the west. He was still sitting where he was, not moving at all.
I think the scene just now was because there was no visualization diagram, so Wang Rulin could only manually pour the sword intention into his mind.
The advantage of this is that the charm instilled by the creator himself is the most intuitive and real; the disadvantage may be that it must be passed down by Wang Rulin himself, and it will consume a lot of his pure sword spirit.
If Liang Yue hadn't been the only direct disciple, he wouldn't have been able to use such a costly method.
Hearing Liang Yue's movements, Wang Rulin lazily walked out from the back of the palace. It seemed that he had just taken a nap.
"How was it?" he asked.
Liang Yue raised his head and said: "I saw the sword technique. It seemed that there were four moves, but it was over before the fourth move appeared."
"There are only three moves." Wang Rulin looked up at the sunset sky, "My lifelong wish is to be able to deduce and complete the fourth sword, but I still can't do it."
He looked at Liang Yue again, "As for you, Being able to learn half a move to reach the sky is enough to make a living for the time being."
Liang Yue nodded and said: "I will work hard to practice."
The sword intention of Wang Rulin has been imprinted on him. Within the palace, it is equivalent to having the visualization map in your mind, and you can realize it again at any time.
When the spiritual consciousness is sufficient.
"These are all rubbish. I'm just saying that even a demon cultivator can't survive. How can he still have so much money?" Wang Rulin threw the bag of gold ingots on the ground, making a clanging noise.
But when I picked it up and looked at it carefully, I found that they were all forged, colored copper and iron.
"As for this..." Wang Rulin pointed to the masked man still standing in the yard: "After a while, it will be completely searched. You can send it to the Ministry of Punishment together with the body outside. It should still be OK. In exchange for some reward money, I live on this."
The masked man remained motionless after the death of the old man in black robe. His body was so hard that he should be a refined puppet.
"Is Yunzhiguan's main income originally from silver rewards?" Liang Yue heard about this for the first time.
"Of course, how many pilgrims have you seen in so many days? If I depended on the incense money, I would have starved to death." Wang Rulin spread his hands and said.
“I have an identity in the Rakshasa Ghost Market. I usually attract some people from the underworld or the devil’s path to trade. This person was contacted in the Rakshasa Ghost Market. He should be from the Wusheng Sect of the Demon Sect. Elder." He continued: "A hundred years ago, the Demon Lord Dongyue Peak was broken into pieces by Zhangxuan Tianshi. The physical body was suppressed by the Kendo Academy, and only the soul escaped, and has disappeared since then."
"Now the Wusheng disciples are looking for bodies with outstanding talents, probably to prepare for the Shadow Lord's resurrection. You betrayed him and brought this man here. Although he knew how to use a puppet to find his way, it revealed that he was just a sixth-level demon cultivator not far away. He couldn't stay too far away when controlling a puppet. "
Just a sixth realm...
Liang Yue had mixed feelings when he heard these words.
But there is no way to refute, after all, the master really kills him like killing a chicken.
"In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer such simple demon cultivators. The new generation is rare and difficult to deceive, making business very difficult." Wang Rulin sighed again: "It's hard to find food."< br>
Simple demon cultivator...
Liang Yue sighed silently in his heart, what a niche statement.
But I have to say that Master is probably the only one who can cultivate and kill fishing demons and turn it into a business. The old man who was playing puppet was not careless, but when he met someone who was a professional fraudster, he could only admit that he was unlucky.
As Liang Yue was listening to him, a dark cloud suddenly appeared in the sky.
Soon he realized something was wrong. The dark cloud was getting thicker and thicker, and it was only concentrated in the Taoist temple area. He suddenly looked up and saw a ferocious big head!
In mid-air is a giant beast with ancient cyan scales and majestic horns. It is clearly a dragon! There are two wings on its back, and its feet are like ox hooves, but it doesn't look like a pure-blood dragon.
When I looked closer, I saw that its eyes were closed, its nostrils were bloody, and its body was hanging limply. It seemed like it was already dead?
It wasn't until its huge body was almost pressed down that Liang Yue could see clearly that there was a small child at the neck of the dragon's body. He was holding it in the air with one hand and landed in Yunzhiguan.
It is Xiaodaotong Baiyuan!
(End of this chapter)