I’m Really a Villain

The two talked as if they were dumbfounded.

The old man didn't hide it, and said directly: "Because I was born here, I have nostalgia for this world."

"You know, when people are old, they all have a feeling for their homeland."

"When a drop of rain falls, a drop of rain is born," Xu Zimo's eyes swept over the old man and the young man.

In the end, he didn't say anything more.

For him, some things are just of interest along the way.

This time he came to the mainland of China, he was like a traveler, and the scenery along the way was just a viewer.

He looked at the raindrops on the sky.

There was no opening, neither the old man nor the child spoke.

Several other disciples of the Zhengyang Sect felt that something was wrong, so they simply stopped talking.

For a moment, the entire gazebo was silent.

Between the heaven and the earth, only the heavy rain poured down, big and small beads fell on the jade plate, and the rain melted into a line.

And so it went on for a while.

The old man suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Time is up!"

"Grandpa, I'll support you." The child next to him quickly stood up and supported the old man's right hand.

The old man also stood up and said with a smile: "You don't have to feel sad, at least I still have descendants, instead of leaving so alone."

Regarding the old man's words, the disciples of the Zhengyang Sect next to him still couldn't help but speak.

Especially that woman.

She said: "Old man, do you have any disease, you can go to our Zhengyang to teach you to cure it."

"Our teachers all have the means of the immortal family, maybe it will be useful."

Hearing the woman's words, the old man smiled and said: "Thank you, little baby, but I'm afraid no one can cure my disease."

"Yeah, it's about damn time."

The old man said this, and walked out of the pavilion on his own.

At this moment, the heavy rain outside the sky became heavier.

The downpour seemed to be desperate, and it kept pouring down.

And when the old man appeared, he seemed to have an inexplicable attraction.

Countless heavy rains fell on him.

"The rain is screaming," Xu Zimo said calmly.

Wang Chuan from the Zhengyang Sect next to him seemed a little disbelieving.

Said: "Is rain also alive? How can you know what sadness is?"

"Everything in the world has spirits, and those with spirits know joy, anger, sorrow, and joy," said the child next to Xu Zimo before Xu Zimo could speak.

"You mean, this old man is a spirit?" No matter how stupid Wang Chuan was at the moment, he could still react.

The spirit of heaven and earth is very rare.

Or it only exists in legends.

Wang Chuan, as a small person who just stepped into the Zhengyang Sect, did not expect that he would be lucky enough to meet him.

"He is a spirit, so are you?" Wang Chuan asked again.

But at this time, the child was obviously not interested in answering him again.

Instead, he looked at the old man outside the gazebo.

At this moment, the figure of the old man had been submerged by the heavy rain, and he was about to disappear from everyone's sight.

The child stretches out his hands, wanting to pursue them.

At this time, a shocking light suddenly exploded from the heavy rain.

I saw that the blurred figure of the old man turned into countless streams of water, sweeping the heavy rain all over the sky.

If the heavy rain just fell, it was ordinary rain.

Then at this moment, the heavy rain between heaven and earth is spiritual rain.

This spiritual rain has great benefits not only for cultivators, but also for plants such as flowers and trees.

A rain of spirits, I do not know how many plants will be rejuvenated and spirits will be produced.

Several members of the Zhengyang Sect also felt this, and quickly sat cross-legged and began to practice.

"Go well..."

The child looked at the heavy rain and said silently.

"There are spirits in heaven and earth, what is the meaning of the existence of spirits?" Xu Zimo asked.

To be honest, he didn't pay attention to the spirit of heaven and earth before.

Now that we have met, he is also very interested in the spirits in the world he created.

"The meaning of spirit is probably enlightenment," the child said after thinking about it.

"I was enlightened by him, and more things will be enlightened in this rain.

Only when there are more and more spirits in the world, can we spirits make greater contributions to the world. "

Xu Zimo is satisfied with this answer.

Some spirits are deformed and degenerate, but there are also spirits that are kind, good spirits.

It's pointless to stay here.

Xu Zimo walked out of the gazebo and headed towards Zhengyang Sect.

Before leaving, he waved his hand.

He gave the child a wisp of Dao Qi.

Said: "If you have the ability, I can make you the spirit master."

"Spirit Lord, what is that?" The child was a little confused.

He has never heard of this word, or he has never had such an idea.

From his birth, enlightenment seems to be their only way out.

But Xu Zimo's thinking is obviously longer than his.

I just heard Xu Zimo say: "If it's just enlightenment, then your spirit will never be strong.

Becoming a spirit master and creating a family of your own is the ultimate way back. "

Xu Zimo obviously had other arrangements for these spirits.

Of course, this is also a test.

This child is like a flag he buried casually, if he can grow up, he is naturally qualified to do that.

If you can't grow up, you don't lose anything.

You must know the avenue of the Nine Realms World, and cultivate the Holy Court as your own eyeliner.

But for Xu Zimo, although he also needs eyeliner, he can't choose from all races.

Although it is said that today's Yaozu can obey Xu Zimo because of chaos.

But with the passage of time, whether it is Yaozu or other ten thousand races, they will eventually become independent.

The spirit is very different from other races.

For one thing, they are rootless grasshoppers.

They need a backer like Xu Zimo.

Second, spirits are independent of all races and have no interests involved.

If the spirit of heaven and earth is cultivated into eyeliner, it will be the best result.

The premise is that these spirits can really be useful.

"Spirit Lord...Spirit Lord..."

The child looked at the Dao Qi in his hand, and his eyes gradually brightened.

He muttered to himself several times.

He raised his head, trying to call Xu Zimo to stop.

However, Xu Zimo's figure gradually became blurred, and finally disappeared completely, merging with the heavy rain between heaven and earth.

The child was a little distracted for a while.

"I have met a nobleman and a great opportunity!"

………

The mountain where the Zhengyang Sect is located is not very imposing, it looks like an ordinary mountain.

It is said that the mountain was more ordinary a long time ago.

Later, after the Zhengyang Sect came, the vegetation on the mountain was lush and lush, and the mountain seemed to be full of vitality.

Zhengyang sect's mountain gate defense is not strict.

It can even be said that there is not even a gatekeeper in the entire huge sect.

This is also related to the practice method of Zhengyang Sect.

Govern by doing nothing, let nature take its course, and God rewards those who work hard.

Their practice is to comprehend the world.

There is no need for secret books of exercises, nor for treasures and artifacts, just such a simple and unpretentious perception.