Cultivate Immortals and Eternal Life Starting from a Fisherman

Chapter 62 I'm not a villain!
"This...why is this environment different from what you thought?"

Mr. Huang kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, and looked around from time to time, as if he wanted to find a way out.

It's just that the surrounding area is surrounded by foggy forests, and Mr. Huang suspects that if there is no one to lead the way, he will not be able to get out by himself for the rest of his life!
Several other people were equally unbearable, following the ghost while showing their trembling to the fullest.

Lu Daheng walked at the end of the line with his head down. He was also flustered and subconsciously felt that he was hypnotized.

But soon he felt that although the environment was dark, the air was extraordinarily refreshing.

Between breaths, his supposedly exhausted body seemed to be rejuvenating?
The bone burial ground is not big yet, and it all depends on the formation and fog to affect the judgment of these people.

A few minutes later, the ghost led them around for a while before arriving at the simple farm on the top of the mountain.

The farm is not big, just three thatched huts in a row, and a stone round table and six round stools are placed in the front yard of the house.

Mr. Huang looked at those stone benches, then at the number of people waiting for him, and vaguely guessed their destination.

Sure enough, the ghost leading the way pointed at the stone benches and made a hoarse voice:
"go there!"

"sit!"

Mr. Huang was in a daze when he heard the order, and he hadn't heard such a tone for many years.

Since getting rich, everyone has been very polite no matter they came for inspection or to see those experts.

He, Mr. Huang, still can't bear it in his life... Well, he can still endure this grievance.

The six wealthy people smiled humbly at the ghost, and then sat together around a stone table.

Squeak!
As soon as the buttocks were seated, there were noises around the hut.

Immediately, Mr. Huang, Lu Daheng and the other six were horrified to see a large number of strong mice appearing in all directions, gathering around them and surrounding them!
Fortunately, none of the six of them had intensive phobia, otherwise they would have passed out on the spot!

"Jie Jie Jie!"

After feeling the tremendous pressure surrounded by the group of rats for a few seconds, a sudden burst of creepy laughter broke the depression.

Accompanied by the sound, the door of the thatched cottage was opened.

The Rat Taoist with a cane and a mouse-pattern mask came out slowly.

In the eyes of the six people, the dense rat swarm on the ground made way for the old cultivator as if the tide had receded, and then looked at him like stars.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Mr. Huang and others always feel that these big rats are all human, and they look at the old cultivator with awe and a trace of fanatical madness in their eyes.

I saw the Rat Taoist approaching them.

Realizing that this was probably the true master, the six stood up and bent over.

With a smile on his face, how kind and friendly his attitude should be.

Su Ping swept over the six people, grasped the cane and tapped the ground lightly.

Immediately, a breeze blew away the mist in the small courtyard, and at the same time, it also made the rats exit the small courtyard and disappear as they did when they came.

"Old Taoist Bone Burial Rat, I have met all of you who are destined!"

"Meet the fairy master!"

Mr. Huang and the others had never heard of the name of the burial place, but this did not prevent them from making thunderous expressions and movements.

At the same time, I secretly wrote down every word that Taoist Rat said in my heart, and I must analyze and study it carefully when I plan to go back.

In addition, since they had just arrived at Rat Tide, this number also made them somewhat uneasy, and their movements became more and more cramped.

Taoist Rat nodded slightly, and was not too polite to these mortals. He waved his sleeves and cast the imperial object spell with the storage bag, praising the spells in his sleeves on the spot.

A teapot and six cups appeared on the round table.

Then the teapot floated up with the help of Yuwushu, and poured a cup of hot tea for each of the six people.

"sit!"

Taoist Rat gave an order, and the six people who were still bending over hurriedly sighed and sat down.

"Don't be afraid, the old man is not a villain."

"This time I called all of you who are destined to come here, and I just want to find someone to help with some things."

Taoist Rat said this and paused.

Sure enough, one of the six people wearing a wig immediately began to follow the words:

"It's my honor for the immortal master to come to us for something!"

"Despite the orders of the immortal master, even if Xiao Huang loses everything, I won't even blink my brows!"

"Yeah, I think the same way, please let the immortal master tell you!"

The others were also human beings, and when they heard someone speak first, they quickly echoed.

I'm afraid that if you are slow, you will be considered ignorant.

In fact, if it weren't for the Rat Taoist in front of him and the surrounding environment, the style of painting was really wrong.

There is also the high locust tree with a human face, which can give them a great psychological impact if it is unintentionally glanced at.

Some of the thick-skinned ones probably would have gone down the mountain like a tiger a long time ago, kneeling on their heads and begging the immortal master to accept them as disciples.

Even if you are not an official disciple, it is very good to register your name, no matter how poor you are as a handyman, it is not unacceptable!
In front of Xianyuan, face is nothing!
Looking at the expressions of the six people who are afraid of themselves and greedy for themselves.

Su Ping was very satisfied.

And he is also very satisfied with his incarnation.

Taoist Rat's vest is very vulgar, and it sounds very unscrupulous, even a little obscene, so the first impression is not good.

But in Su Ping's view, he chose such a vest for these reasons.

It takes such an unremarkable vest to be suitable for contacting these guys in front of you and conveniently making various requests.

In the eyes of these people, such a vulgar and evil cultivator would ask for help from a little boss like them who has some strength but not much.

And after encountering all kinds of wrong requests, they will spontaneously make up reasons for them.

Otherwise, if Su Ping used his identity as Yunlai Sword Immortal to contact these greedy businessmen, and then made various secular requests.

Not to mention whether the painting style is right or not, after these people go back, I will mutter in my heart that the character design has collapsed.

The same is true for the big devil, what kind of black mountain old demon should not directly occupy the mountain as king, what kind of style is it to go to a few small bosses to ask for manpower and material resources!
Where there is an abnormality, there must be a demon!

And more importantly, it is easier for the subconscious mind to think that the villain's low-profile villain style like the Rat Taoist is narrow-minded and moody!

This kind of evil cultivator is doing despicable things, shamelessly going to take revenge on ordinary people by bullying the small, it seems reasonable, doesn't it?
As a result, a thorn was planted in the hearts of these predestined people in advance, so that they did not have the courage to point a gun at a good person in the first place.

Invisibly, Su Ping can save a lot of trouble!

"I have received your wishes."

"I am very satisfied with your attitude."

"Let's drink the tea first. It's not good tea, but it's a rare spiritual tea for you."

Shu Taoist waited for everyone to echo before speaking again.

Then, Mr. Huang and others looked at the tea in the teacup.

Even after a distance, the tea smells delicious!
But think about the experience along the way, and the image of the Rat Taoist.

The first thing that came to their minds were bad words such as chronic poison, Gu worm, and curse.

It's just... Mr. Huang glanced at them as if staring at them eeriely. The Rat Taoist, whose breath was getting colder, gritted his teeth and was the first to raise his teacup and drink it down in one gulp.

Immediately, a hot current flowed out from his abdomen, making his whole body warm and indescribably comfortable.

The rest of the people followed suit and drank the hot tea, and they all realized the benefits of the tea.

What they didn't know was that the tea was brewed from the tea foam sent by the casual cultivators from Canary City.

Su Ping didn't drink this low-quality spiritual tea after he started fishing.

And just for this pot of tea, the little black cat and the puppy drank the previous pots of tea.

Now the psychological effect of this pot is probably far greater than the actual effect.

But it seems that for these ordinary people who have come into contact with extraordinary substances for the first time, at least for a short time, they still have a little feeling.

After they finished drinking the hot tea, surprise appeared in their eyes.

Su Ping continued to say in a deep voice:

"The reason why this old man came to you is because this old man has not had a good life for a few years, so ah, some rules can no longer control me!"

Hearing that the extraordinary old practitioner in front of him had not had a good life for a few years, Mr. Huang and the others were not happy but their backs began to shudder.

Invincible people are scary, dying, extraordinary monks who dare to ignore the rules... I'm afraid it's even more terrifying!
They quickly stood up and bent over to make a gesture of listening respectfully.

"Ahem, I am not afraid of death, I just don't want to bury my bones and break the inheritance."

"So... On the one hand, I want you to help find someone!"

"On the other hand, the old man intends to make alchemy, and also needs some material resources from you!"

"In exchange, you can all be my registered disciples in the Boneyard."

(End of this chapter)