Renegade Immortal

Chapter 1139 Zeng Niu

Wang Lin walked slowly in the jungle, and sometimes there were small snakes swimming in the mud under his feet. He even saw some fist-sized toads jumping in the muddy water, as if enjoying the rain.

When he first came to the Sea of ​​Clouds, Wang Lin was very unfamiliar with everything. He didn't know where he was. Walking through the mud, Wang Lin gradually fell into deep thought.

His purpose of this trip was to avoid Tuo Sen, but with Tuo Sen's cultivation base, it was enough to break the barrier between the two worlds. At that time, it seemed that there was no place for him to hide in the starry sky.

"Instead of running away constantly, it's better to gain a firm foothold in this sea of ​​clouds as soon as possible, and think about the future after the deity has survived three losses and seven calamities..." Wang Lin looked at his legs below the waist, his expression showing worry .

"The most important thing is to truly integrate into the cultivators of the sea of ​​clouds as a person of the sea of ​​clouds..." Wang Lin raised his head and looked at the rain falling from the sky. Like fusion, what he has to do is just like that.

As he moved forward, his body gradually became shorter, his hair gradually turned black, and his appearance also changed slightly. The whole person looked more ordinary, like a down-and-out scholar in the rain. , Gradually walked out of the jungle.

The rainy season in Moro Continent usually lasts for several months, until the ground is completely wet, until there is a tingling feeling in the cracks of human bones, and even the whole body has a faint smell of rust. will stop.

The monks on Morrow, or mortals, have long been accustomed to the continuous rain. Most of the monks choose to retreat during this rainy season, or go out of the Morrow Continent to hunt for fierce beasts in the starry sky. It's just that during the rainy season of this year, Gui Yuanzong, the only sect of self-cultivation in the Morro Continent, almost all of his disciples braved the rain and turned into rainbows, galloping towards the northern part of the Morro Continent.

The Changhong is used to the sky, as if it has separated the rainwater into a path. If you look up from the ground, you will naturally see the magnificent scene like a shooting star.

As for mortals, when the rainy season comes, they will enjoy the warmth of the room by the fire at home, and sometimes look at the rain and fog outside the window. There is warmth in the ordinary.

Just like her name, Beishui Village is located less than a thousand miles outside the Bingu jungle in the northern part of the Moro continent. The people in the village often make a living by farming, and there are also hunter teams composed of villagers hunting around the Bingu jungle.

During the rainy season, it is also the time when water clams appear. For the mortals of the Moro Continent,

Water clam is an extremely delicious food. In big cities, the price is often on the high side, but the supply is still in short supply.

The villagers of Beishui Village will organize experienced people to go outside the Bingu jungle to catch water clams every rainy season. During the rainy season of several months, generally speaking, these villagers will come and go four or five times, and every time they come back, they will carry a large sack full of still living water clams.

Similarly, when the villagers who caught water clams returned to the village, their families would wear coir raincoats, and even some children followed behind, looking excitedly at their fathers, brothers, uncles or grandpas, bringing bags of water Bring the clams back, and whenever this time comes, these children will be in high spirits.

Only this time, among the villagers of Beishui Village who came back from the Bingu jungle, besides bags of water clams, they also brought back a person. Some couldn't bear the cold, on his body, wearing the coir raincoat given by the villagers, he stood there silently, with a strange expression in his eyes, as if sighing, as if reminiscing, quietly looking at the rainwater village in front of him.

"Brother Zeng, this is our Beishui Village. You stay here for a while, and when the rainy season passes, the mountain road will pass, and you can go to Spring City along the mountain road." A big man in a coir raincoat handed a sack to the person next to him. He smiled at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin showed a smile on his face and cupped his fists to express his thanks.

The big man waved his hand and said with a smile: "We have never been to a private school, and we don't know much about etiquette, but since we met on the road, we are friends. Brother Zeng, don't be polite, it's raining heavily, go inside quickly. Damn it, put your back Clean up the house and let Brother Zeng live in."

A woman in coir raincoat next to the big man glanced at Wang Lin, with a smile on her face, and didn't ask her man about the origin of the young man in front of him. She hurriedly walked a few steps back home, and tidied up the back room. Bring the clean bedding again.

This big man is very prestigious in the village. Many neighbors came to the house at night, and naturally drank wine amidst the excitement. Wang Lin sat beside him, holding a wine bowl, drinking while looking at the mortals in front of him with a smile, calming his mind. A piece of peace.

After thirty days of drinking, these men laughed resonantly. One of them, a middle-aged man in his forties, stood up, took a wine bowl and came to Wang Lin. , he couldn’t live after being bitten by that poisonous snake, the old man will never forget the kindness of saving his life!” He said, drinking the whole bowl of wine in one gulp.

With a smile on his face, Wang Lin picked up the wine jug that hadn't been poured into the bowl on the table, put it to his mouth and took a big mouthful, wiped the corner of his mouth with his left hand, and said with a smile: "This wine is not strong enough."

The eyes of the surrounding men lit up and they applauded in unison. The owner here, the man who let Wang Lin live in the back room, said with a smile: "Ms. The wine in our Beishui Village is strong!"

The big man's wife shook her head and smiled, and went to the back room, followed by two nephews, and after a while, she took out three jars of wine and put them aside.

Time passed slowly like this, and it was a month in a blink of an eye. Although the rainy season was not over, it was already much smaller. There was even a short time every day when the sky would clear up briefly and the rain would stop.

In this village, Wang Lin is very popular. Everyone seems to have accepted this neighbor who is usually very quiet, but he is bold when drinking, and even accepted his status as a doctor. There are many old people in the village, and those who All the villagers with stubborn illnesses witnessed Wang Lin's medical skills one by one.

They even accepted the exquisite wood carvings one by one, and knew the identities of the carpenters other than Wang Lin's doctor.

If time goes on and forgets Tuo Sen's crisis, life and death in cultivation, and intrigues in life, then this kind of life is very much looking forward to for Wang Lin.

He likes the peace, the peaceful atmosphere of the village. However, Wang Lin understands that this kind of life, like the short sunny days in the rainy season, will soon disappear.

The monks of Guiyuanzong came to the northern part of the Moro Continent one after another. After searching over and over again, they picked out qualified mortals one by one. Among these mortals, there were young people and middle-aged people. As for the white-haired old man, they have also looked for it, but there is no qualified person. Even if there is, at that age, it is obvious that until death, there will be no results.

In Beishui Village, on this day, a monk also arrived. This monk didn't look twenty years old, but his cultivation had already established a foundation. At his age, his cultivation was enough to become a leader among the younger generation.

The friar's attitude was cold. When he came to Beishui Village, the villagers immediately trembled and walked out of the room, trembling in the rain. There is no mortal living in Morro Continent who doesn't know about monks, and even more so. If the cultivator in front of him gets angry, even if he kills all of them, it will only be an instant thing.

Zhao Yu frowned, looking at all the mortals in the small village in front of him, the rain was bounced off three inches above him, keeping his clothes clean all the time.

But the villagers in front of him were in the rain, allowing the rain to wet their clothes, and exuded a biting cold air against their bodies. Adults were better, but the children were trembling very hard at this moment, holding each other tightly. Parents around.

They were already here, standing there for almost a stick of incense, but the monk in front of him remained silent.

"Shang... Shangxian, the rain is cold, the children are weak, I'm afraid they can't bear it, or..." The big man who took Wang Lin in front of him said tremblingly at this moment, the little daughter beside him was already pale from the cold up.

But before he finished speaking, Zhao Yu's eyes flashed coldly, causing the big man to swallow his words.

With a cold snort, Zhao Yu said coldly: "Little Yuhan can't stand it, how can he become a monk." His cold snort contained a trace of cultivation, which made the villagers in front of them feel like thunder echoed in their ears. Pale.

Standing in the crowd, Wang Lin looked gloomy, stepped out of the crowd, and walked towards Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu was taken aback, and was about to scold him, but immediately his eyes showed confusion. He moved away from Wang Lin, landed on the villagers, and said calmly, "You all go back."

The villagers were stunned for a moment, but quickly returned to the room with their children in their arms. They didn't realize that when they dispersed, Wang Lin's right hand waved casually, and an invisible heat flow filled the air. In every villager's body, all the chills in their bodies were expelled.

In the rainy night, Wang Lin walked in front, and Zhao Yu followed behind. His expression was no longer confused, but he seemed to have lost his soul faintly.

Gui Yuanzong's operation this time lasted for nearly a month. A total of 31 mortals were taken away in the northern part of Moluo, of which 17 were teenagers, and the rest were young people. These people were sent to the Guiyuanzong Mountain Gate in the east of Moro, and lived in the basin of the ring mountain range.

The current four elders of Guiyuanzong attach great importance to these thirty-one people, and they are dispersed and brought into their own sects. Among the seven people picked away by Lu Yanfei, the only woman among the four elders, there was one named Zeng Niu from Beishui Village.