The whole world thought I was a victim of [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 80 Immortal Hero 3

The line of sight changed rapidly, and they came to the sky in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Mian looked down, and found that his eyesight was very good now, he could see the monks coming and going, and he could also notice a small wisp of black smoke that occasionally exploded on the Red Thunder Peak.

The area occupied by this magic palace is as large as a small county town, and only practitioners can easily adapt to it.

And Yan Wugui, although his face turned dark for a moment just now, he still hugged Jiang Mian very firmly, and his waist and silver hair didn't move in the wind, like walking on flat ground in the sky.

It turns out that Yan Wugui really doesn't like sword repair, but he can keep calm, Jiang Mian thought to himself.

At least when Jiang Mian mentioned his black history, he didn't show the slightest hint of anger and out of control towards Jiang Mian.

He is a demon who can reason.

So Jiang Mian simply continued to be silly and sweet, raised his arms to hug Yan Wugui's neck with excitement, his eyes lighted up slightly: "Master, it's so tall!"

The whole person threw himself into his arms... Yan Wugui tightened his arms and looked down at him: "Aren't you afraid?"

"With Master here, I'm not afraid," Jiang Mian said sweetly, and then asked enthusiastically, "Master, Master, when will I learn to fly by myself?"

"When you reach the foundation building stage, you can use all kinds of magic tools, but after forming the alchemy, you will be truly reborn. Since then, practitioners have the ability to move mountains and seas, and it is easy to fly at will."

Yan Wugui originally wanted to say that Jiang Mian still had a long way to go, but thinking of Jiang Mian's exaggerated cultivation speed, it was really hard for him to be sure.

Jiang Mian nodded thoughtfully, pretending not to know: "Then what state are you in now, Master?"

"...the peak of the tribulation period."

"Isn't that just one step away from ascension?" Jiang Mian tilted his head, "That's why you're looking for a suitable furnace for harvesting, isn't it?"

"...Hmm." Yan Wugui replied uncomfortably.

They have all worshiped him as their teacher, and they are still repeatedly mentioning the matter of the cauldron, what is Jiang Mian going to do?

Fortunately, Jiang Mian seemed to be just curious and didn't hold on to it.Yan Wugui cleared his throat, quickly changed the subject, and introduced Jiang Mian to the various buildings in the Demon Palace.

His own residence is located in the very center, with one of the largest eyes of the magic palace's defensive formation under it, occupying a position wider than several hills.

It wasn't Yan Wugui's initiative to request this, it was purely because his subordinates secretly speculated that "the devil is happy to be quiet" back then, and now it has become like this.Yan Wugui was also very happy.

As for the surrounding mountain ranges with him as the center, they are Chilei Peak where Danxiu is located, Jinyi Mountain dedicated to refining weapons, as well as Talisman, Blood and Soul cultivation, and even Sword cultivation... Yan Wugui Never suppressed any line and let it develop.

In his eyes, the world of demonic cultivators is in various forms, and every kind of "wrong ways" called by decent schools can grow freely, gradually grow stronger, and realize their own "Tao".

After all, in a journey of cultivation, at the later stage, it no longer only depends on the amount of one's own spiritual power, but also depends on the person's character and understanding of one's own way.

Therefore, the rules set by Yan Wugui are very simple.

For example, if there is a magic cultivator who decides to enter the Tao with painting and becomes the No. fame.

Therefore, these famous mountain peaks are only entitled to reside in elder disciples and carefully selected inner sect disciples, and the competition is extremely fierce.

Although private fights are forbidden on the surface of the Demon Palace, there are those who disappeared inexplicably in the back mountain, those who were in danger while going out to do missions, and those disciples who practiced "accidentally" and went mad...there are countless.

Even if the reasons for many of these accidents are doubtful, if the person in distress has no background, the law enforcement elders will definitely not pursue it deeply.

Survival of the fittest has always been an unwritten rule for practitioners, but Moxiu is more daring to admit it than decent monks.

Because Jiang Mian seemed careless at first glance, Yan Wugui wanted to explain these principles, and finally added: "Proceed with caution. If I am going to retreat in the future, you should not run around at will. Many demons practice If you are impulsive, if you want to kill you, I will kill you, and I will not ask you what backing you have in advance."

Jiang Mian complied obediently, but there was still no trace of fear on her face, and she was even elated.

Yan Wugui's heart was blocked, and he wished to put a life-saving magic weapon on his whole body.

And Jiang Mian's attention quickly turned to other places. He pointed to the monks passing by at low altitude and asked, "Master, Master, why are only the two of us flying so high?"

"Unless there is an emergency, people below the level of the guardians are not allowed to come here," Yan Wugui said indifferently, "There is a no-fly formation between each mountain peak, and if the height of the formation exceeds the height of the formation, lightning strikes will fall."

"Can't I fly here in the future?" Jiang Mian looked at him innocently.

"……Can."

Of course, Yan Wugui would not be stingy with this privilege.

Hearing this, Jiang Mian's eyes became bright immediately, and she said softly, "Master, can you turn into a little cloud that can fly, just like the bathtub last night, and let me lie on it?"

This, what kind of inexplicable request is this.

Yan Wugui was silent for a moment: "Yes."

He squeezed out a chubby cloud with his spiritual power, the whole body was white, and it floated beside Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian tentatively touched it, and it felt extremely soft, and there was an inexplicable feeling of joy, joy and dependence.

"Why can it..." Jiang Mian hurriedly touched it a few more times.

"This seat gave it a little sanity, and it will recognize you as the master in the future, and can act according to your instructions."

Jiang Mian opened her eyes wide: "This is a cloud that understands my speech!"

"En." Yan Wugui replied seemingly calmly, vaguely proud of himself.

Jiang Mian couldn't wait to turn over and sit on it. The size of the cloud was just enough for him to lie down with his limbs spread out.

Because it was created by Yan Wugui with fire-attributed spiritual power, it is like a soft cloud-shaped stove, and it is also like a piece of warm cotton candy.

So comfortable.

I never thought that one day he would be able to lie in the clouds...

Jiang Mian said on a whim, "Can you get bigger?"

"Puff—"

The size of the little fat cloud doubled in response.

"It's so good." Jiang Mian bent his eyes, touched its "head", and then looked up at Yan Wugui, "Master, why don't you come and sit with me?"

As he said that, he happily moved an empty seat to the side.

Yan Wugui hesitated for a moment, and sat on it as he wished.

Feel like I'm doing something stupid.

But Jiang Mian was really happy, being able to sleep in the warm clouds every day was a dream come true!

He smiled very brightly, hugged Yan Wugui's arm again, and said affectionately: "Master, you are so kind."

Very presumptuous.

But Yan Wugui didn't pull out his hand, but just looked at him with downcast eyes, and said slowly: "Yesterday you still cried like that, and you said that I am heinous..."

Jiang Mian blinked without guilt, and put her chin on his shoulder: "Master, although you are fierce, you are also a good person."

Yan Wugui hadn't heard such an evaluation for a long time.

After being stunned for a while, he raised his eyebrows and retorted: "The number of people who died at the hands of me is at least a thousand."

Perhaps most demon cultivators want to appear vicious in the eyes of others.

Yan Wugui is no exception.

He kills without blinking an eye, but he only kills those who deserve to be killed.

In today's world where the jungle preys on the jungle, Yan Wugui doesn't think he is at fault.

And Jiang Mian was not frightened by Yan Wugui's words at all, and still whispered there: "Master, even if you are a good person...if you kill me, I will still want to cry, but..."

Recalling Jiang Mian's endless golden beans, Yan Wugui's heart was blocked, and his tone became a little fierce unconsciously: "What's wrong?"

"...I am also willing to be your furnace, as long as the master is gentle." Jiang Mian's voice became smaller and smaller, but she still clung tightly to Yan Wugui's side, holding his arm and not letting go.

After all, the reason why they met was not simple.

Yan Wugui was really stunned now, Jiang Mian's words were too straightforward, which inexplicably warmed his ears.

What about the teacher-student relationship?

"Jiang Mian, are you joking with me now, or do you really have such thoughts?"

Jiang Mian's face was slightly red, but she didn't answer directly, and stared at him with moist eyes: "Then what does Master want me to think?"

"...Tell this seat first, whether the appearance of you crying with fear before is true or false." Yan Wugui said in a bad mood.

"Whether it's true or not, I'm going to cry anyway, if Master is murdering me."

Jiang Mian seemed to be sure that Yan Wugui would not do anything to him, so she was confident and did not answer his question.

Yan Wugui felt uncomfortable being watched by him, wanted to have a fit but was afraid that Jiang Mian would really cry, so he simply waved his sleeves, packed Jiang Mian and Xiao Pangyun back into the hall at the same time.

There is only one fierce sound transmission left: "What are you thinking about all day long, let me practice hard!"

After being thrown back into the room, Jiang Mian put the clouds floating in the air into the storage bag, and smiled for a long time.

It seems that the wife has begun to be shy.

He obediently sat on the bed according to Yan Wugui's words, and instead of making trouble, he took the opportunity to summarize the information of the Demon Palace with the system.

What caught Jiang Mian the most was that Yan Wugui clearly lived in a magnificent palace, but there were no servants serving tea and water.

The guardians and stewards live at the foot of the mountain, and unless there is something important to report, they only need to communicate via voice transmission on weekdays, and Yan Wugui will not let anyone come to disturb him at all.

After asking the system to scan the terrain map, Jiang Mian found that there was only one man named Fatty Xu who was allowed to move to the mountainside with two handymen last night.

This is also because they have to cook for themselves...

In addition, this Nuoda magic palace can be called empty, and you can hear needles falling.

No wonder everyone is afraid of Yan Wugui.

The more mysterious and terrifying and unmentionable he is, the easier it is for others to construct his image according to their own fantasies.

Jiang Mian had to admit that in the Demon Realm, this was an excellent way to maintain a sense of mystery.

But there is no doubt that Yan Wugui is also extremely lonely.

"Anyway, my wife won't be a villain, even if he kills and sets fire, she is not a villain." Jiang Mian said firmly in her heart.

Rather, Yan Wugui is actually very responsible and reasonable.

After all, after Jiang Mian inexplicably forced him to be his teacher, Yan Wugui really took this matter to heart and was willing to patiently teach him himself.

In the whole world, is there any great expert in the Transcending Tribulation Period who will act like Yan Wugui?

Although it is not clear what Yan Wugui experienced before, and whether the protagonist's attack was good or bad... But Jiang Mian will not let them have half a chance to cause harm to Yan Wugui.

The only problem is that now that the entire Demon Palace domain is completely covered by Yan Wugui's consciousness, it is almost impossible for Jiang Mian to secretly mess with the system.

So now he only has two things to do: practice to become stronger, and fall in love with Yan Wugui.

When you become stronger, you can beat the protagonist reasonably.

If you fall in love, you can reasonably prevent your wife from killing and setting fire.

After clarifying his thoughts, Jiang Mian was rarely in high spirits, and closed his eyes to look at his sea of ​​consciousness that was shining slightly.

The cultivation method of Yueleng Lingtu is simple and clear. Every time the realm rises, a star point in the Lingtu can be lit up.

Jiang Mian has now lit up five small star points, but the light of these star points is very weak, unable to form a pattern, it can be seen that it is just a small realm.

After reaching the foundation building stage, he will be able to light up the first big star point and unlock new spells, and this spell can only be learned by those who have practiced the Moon Leng Lingtu.

This is a bit like the reward mechanism for playing games to unlock levels. Thinking of having more and more fixed skills in the future, Jiang Mian is really eager to try.

Due to the surging heart, Jiang Mian suddenly discovered that he had ascended to the sixth level of Qi Refining after the spiritual power circulated for a while.

"Wow...you can learn new spells!" Jiang Mian's eyes lit up, and he took out the spell of condensing water into ice that Yan Wugui had given him from his storage bag.

With the guidance of the spiritual power, the water molecules in the air gradually gathered, hovered around his fingertips for a few seconds, and slowly condensed into several pearl-sized ice beads, which were round and smooth.

Jiang Mian wanted to do some more, but his spiritual power gradually ran out.

The sixth level of Qi Refining is indeed very weak, and it has to continue to break through.

But recalling Yan Wugui's suspicious eyes yesterday, Jiang Mian felt a little headache.

How should he explain to his wife that he will not have any bottlenecks, nor will he say that his foundation is unstable...

Forget it, Yan Wugui only needs to know that he will become very strong in the future and can definitely help fight, that's all!

Jiang Mian forcibly put this matter behind her, stretched her waist and ran to find Yan Wugui, ready to show off her extremely short-term cultivation results.

Then he found that Yan Wugui was drinking again.

In the main hall, which was relatively empty yesterday, many water-attributed treasures of heaven and earth appeared at some point, exuding a biting chill.As Jiang Mian got a little closer, he felt that the spiritual power in his body became full.

Yan Wugui put down his wine glass, and put back a few aggressive Bingqiang plants, so as not to accidentally hurt Jiang Mian.

"Is something wrong?"

"Master, where did these come from?" Jiang Mian asked curiously.

"I found them in the Wannian Ice Cave last night, and you don't need them now."

Jiang Mian's expression moved slightly: "...So did you go out last night?"

At this moment, Yan Wugui hadn't realized the seriousness of the matter.

So he said frankly: "It's just the puppet split//body technique. When you reach the Nascent Soul Stage, I will naturally teach you."

Jiang Mian stared at him silently, her eyes slowly turning red.

Yan Wugui's heart tightened: "Why are you crying again?"

"After that, can you be my master while looking for other furnaces..." Jiang Mian said aggrievedly.

"...Jiang Mian, why do you have such a mess of things in your head? I just went out to find something beneficial to cultivation," Yan Wugui hurriedly explained, "See, this is Mo Shuangyan, and that The Xuanbing Tanlian, which blooms once in a hundred years, I have these treasures, so why do I need to look for any furnace?"

"Since you have always been able to cultivate with the help of heaven, material and earth treasures..." Jiang Mian's tears were about to fall, but she softly asked a question that hit the soul, "Then why did you never stop the collection furnace before I came?" What about Kanae's order?"

Yan Wugui froze in place, speechless.

To be honest, he himself didn't understand the meaning of all these years of unexamined behavior.

Jiang Mian tugged at the hem of his clothes, and answered for him: "Could it be that Master is too lonely, and actually just want to find a Taoist companion?"

Yan Wugui was stunned, and immediately retorted: "It's a joke."

"You stand alone in the empty palace, no one approaches, and everyone is afraid of you. You also said before that your former friend is either dead or turned against you," Jiang Mian sniffed, ignoring Yan Wugui The coercion that gradually emanated from your body continued, "That's why you want someone to accompany you, but you don't want that person to choose to stay because of your prestige... but willingly."

This made Yan Wugui feel inexplicably irritable when he heard this. His face darkened, and he subconsciously replied coldly: "Jiang Mian, maybe you don't know something. Don't look at me, everyone in the cultivation world shouts and beats me, but in fact, many It must be someone desperately leaning beside me, wanting to recommend himself as a pillow."

Yan Wugui didn't want to think about whether Jiang Mian's remarks were accurate, but he could be sure that he wasn't lying at the moment.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a particularly dangerous aura in Jiang Mian's body.

fleeting.

Before Yan Wugui could react, Jiang Mian became soft and harmless again, staring at him with those beautiful light-colored eyes, without taking his eyes off.

"Self-recommended pillow mat." Jiang Mian repeated softly.

Yan Wugui froze slightly, the irritability just now flew to nowhere, and he was even a little nervous.

"Yes... so what?"

"Then have you accepted it?"

As he said that, Jiang Mian took a step forward, his eyes swept over, and Yan Wugui found that he actually had the urge to retreat.

He couldn't understand how he could be overwhelmed by a mere little guy in the Qi refining period.But he still couldn't understand Jiang Mian's thoughts.

"So what if I accept it, so what if I don't accept it?" Yan Wugui was silent for a moment, then asked back.

But Jiang Mian didn't speak any more, nor did he look at him again.

In front of Yan Wugui, Jiang Mian took out the little cloud from the storage bag, turned around and flew to the sky with it.

Yan Wugui stared blankly at Jiang Mian leaving, feeling baffled.

Wasn't it just now that he was still talking well, why did Jiang Mian suddenly ignore him?

So what did Jiang Mian mean by asking him those things?

Yan Wugui hadn't been close to others for many years, and as Jiang Mian said, he had no friends, so he really didn't understand why Jiang Mian lost his temper.

But when he was alone, it was as if thousands of ants were crawling in his heart.

He silently thought about many reasons, but it was still difficult to confirm, and he didn't know how to ask directly.

Finally, Yan Wugui finally found a stupid way.

He changed his appearance and turned into an ordinary protector. He found the most popular steward in the magic palace for help, modified the conversation with Jiang Mian just now, and recounted it completely and truthfully.

What Yan Wugui didn't expect was that the steward turned pale with fright, patted him on the shoulder and said angrily, "You're really good at it! If I dare to talk to my mother-in-law like that, she will have to strip me and throw me into a secluded stream." It is not allowed to feed black beasts!"

Yan Wugui: "..."

He waved his hand to erase the memory of the manager, took several sips of wine, and fell into silence.

The sky is getting darker, and the moonlight in the demon world is like blood.

Yan Wugui put away the wine and found that Jiang Mian was still lying on the cloud, seeming to be sleeping soundly.

He couldn't bear it any longer, so he came to sit next to Jiang Mian and looked down at his peaceful sleeping face.

But in the next moment, Jiang Mian suddenly turned over and put her head on his lap.

Yan Wugui froze, controlling himself not to move.

But Jiang Mian seemed to like his breath very much, and raised his hand to hug Yan Wugui's leg softly, making Yan Wugui have to adjust his breathing secretly.

Hundreds of years of meditation practice seem to be useless at this moment.

Not long after, Jiang Mian seemed to have had an unhappy dream.

"Pervert, villain, huaxin radish..." he whispered, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger.

"Are you scolding me?" Yan Wugui couldn't help laughing, and asked in a low voice.

Because the practitioner's five senses are too sensitive, Jiang Mian was woken up immediately.

He was already in a bad mood, so he opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that Yan Wugui was still smiling at him, tears streaming down his face in an instant.

Yan Wugui panicked a little.

Of course he knew why Jiang Mian was always crying.As long as he cries, Yan Wugui can't help but want to do what he wants.

The reason is clear, but Yan Wugui still can't control his flustered.

Jiang Mian let go of Yan Wugui's hand, and took the initiative to move a little further away, her eyes getting moister.

"Hate."

As he whispered, the golden bean fell to the ground again, and landed in the small cloud full of fire aura, making a "squeaky" sound.

In a panic, recalling the manager's earnestness, Yan Wugui hurriedly added: "I have never accepted any...self-recommendation."

"Really?"

"It's true."

"Then why didn't you say it before, you only said it when you saw me crying, do you want me to be sad?" Jiang Mian was still crying, extremely wronged.

Yan Wugui was left speechless by the question, he resisted the urge to push him into his arms, hesitated for a moment and said, "Jiang Mian, why do you care so much? This seat is your master, not anything else... ..."

Jiang Mian interrupted him with red eyes: "Yan Wugui, please say it again."

Having not been called by his first name for a long time, Yan Wugui was stunned for a few seconds before pulling Jiang Mian into his arms.

He really couldn't control it so much, he lowered his head and kissed Jiang Mian's wet lips forcefully.

Yan Wugui originally thought that the master-student relationship should be extremely pure, and he has been restraining unnecessary thoughts in his heart.

Because his kinship and friendship in this life have been completely severed long ago, he has never accepted an apprentice before, and only has a short-term master.For him, all the progress on the road of practice is self-exploration.

But when Jiang Mian ignored him, Yan Wugui thought a lot by himself.

He thought of the steward's misunderstanding of him and Jiang Mian, and thought of Wuwangfeng's blood cultivator elder, who seems to be a woman who raises an apprentice as much as a face...Suddenly he realized that he had fallen into a misunderstanding.

It's just taking an apprentice, and he wants to follow the old rules without knowing it.

How could he forget that Yan Wugui's own path has never been in accordance with the rules.

Since Jiang Mian has this kind of thought for him, and he also has very different feelings towards Jiang Mian, why should he restrain himself?

Try it first.

Yan Wugui thought it simply, but at the moment when his lips and teeth touched, he was the one who really fell into a trance.

The warm breath continued to blend, and even the brilliance sprinkled by the blood moon was gradually distorted with the fluctuation of his mood, and it was burned to the boil.

Yan Wugui could hardly extricate himself, he bit his soft lips, and tightened his arms more and more.

Until Jiang Mian's eyes turned red, she pulled his collar and panted, her eyes full of accusations.

"pain."

Jiang Mian slapped his arm lightly, complaining softly, but still leaned softly on his shoulder.

The attitude has improved a lot.

Yan Wugui raised his chin, slowly rubbing the wound on his lips with his fingertips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Jiang Mian, everything you do is for your own benefit. You and I are so different in status. But you know that this seat has nothing to do with you, that's why you dare to be so unscrupulous. It doesn't matter if you cry or lose your temper with this seat... Everything you wanted before, this seat gave me."

"So what?" Jiang Mian replied softly without any guilt.

He also deliberately borrowed what Yan Wugui said before.

If it was only for his own benefit, Jiang Mian could tie him up now, destroy his cultivation, and send it to the protagonist for revenge.

No matter how strong the tribulation period is in this small world, it is no better than the [Incarnation of Daozu Hongjun] sold at a high price in the points mall.

Stupid wife, don't understand anything.

And Yan Wugui closed his eyes, and said seriously: "Anyway, this is the end of the matter. Jiang Mian, what you want now is me, so there is no way to regret it, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, are you going to kill me?" Jiang Mian bent her eyes and looked at him.

Yan Wugui didn't deny it, and there was an undisguised possessive desire in his blood-red eyes: "No one in this Nuo Da Cultivation World will dare to touch things that belong to me."

"Master is so fierce, but it was clearly you who snatched me here before," Jiang Mian snorted softly, "Besides, Master saw all of me last night, don't you want to take responsibility?"

"... You took it off yourself." The arrogance that had just risen on Yan Wugui's body slowly receded.

As long as Jiang Mian mentioned the matter of the stove, he would be wronged.

"I don't care, anyway, I'm yours, and you're mine."