Lord of the Tricks

Chapter 8 I'm just sending out kindness
Walking to the entrance of the nest, Yu Ziqing thought about it, turned around and came back, sitting opposite Lao Yang, thinking about his words.

On the first day he met Lao Yang, Yu Ziqing knew that Lao Yang said that he was just an ordinary teacher, it was pure nonsense, and no one would wear a vest when going out.

Lao Yang did teach him a lot of things, from Mandarin to writing, to all kinds of knowledge.

In the context of this world, how could someone with such insight and knowledge be just an ordinary teacher.

The trust between people is sometimes very stable, and sometimes it is very fragile. When everyone can trust each other, it is a pure brain problem to dig out the secrets that others don't want to talk about.

Yu Ziqing had a lot of clues in his heart, so since Lao Yang didn't say his name at the beginning and fooled it, he never asked again, and always called him old man respectfully.

I don't even want to say my name, or my identity is sensitive, and if it is leaked, I will die quickly.

Either there are too many enemies, and if it is leaked, it will die quickly.

But now, it is increasingly discovered that Lao Yang's knowledge reserve is a bit outrageous.

Is the method of breaking some of the evil methods of creating animals known to ordinary people?

Ordinary people can know the method of making ecstasy medicine with Jinlan mushroom as raw material?

Combined with Lao Yang's unwillingness to make up a fake name casually, and unwilling to deceive people about this matter, this faint arrogance gave Yu Ziqing a guess.

His identity is sensitive and he has many enemies. There is a high probability that he is a member of the Daqian, his status is not low, and he doesn't know how he got here.

Yu Ziqing even made a bold guess that Lao Yang was deliberately caught to avoid his enemies.

Later, I met him, a traveler, and imparted writing, language, and knowledge.

If he doesn't have any special abilities, then Lao Yang is the old man in distress who carries the standard equipment in the old man with him.

Of course, the above are all Yu Ziqing's own wild thoughts. Lao Yang doesn't want to talk about it, and he won't ask about it. He wants to ask something else now.

"Old sheep, I think I might need your advice."

The old sheep raised his eyelids and said directly.

"Don't worry, I've met the chief here, as long as you don't break the rules set by him, the people here will not harm you.

At the same time, remember what I said, you should not practice any practice method except the method of cultivating your body. "

"Lao Yang, since when did you start asking people to guess riddles? You only know what's going on, you don't know why, and sometimes you make a wrong judgment. Wouldn't it be better to be clear?"

The old sheep raised his head, looked outside, and was silent for a while.

"The moment a secret is uttered, it is no longer a secret. The moment some words are uttered, it is equivalent to being exposed. Even some words, some names, and some words that seem to be okay, as long as they are uttered, they may become locked. road sign.

Outside, I can't even say these words.

When I arrived at the Jinlan Mine, I dared to say something. This world is more dangerous than you think, and the real strong is also more terrifying than you think.

There are alien forces pervading between heaven and earth in the mine, which will cause strong obstacles. This obstacle is both external and internal.

Therefore, cultivating qi here is tantamount to courting death. For monks who refine qi, after entering here, as long as they absorb strange powers, they will destroy their foundations.

Under normal circumstances, no one would come to Jinlan Mine from outside, but not necessarily now.

A few months ago, in the northwest of the wasteland, the great sun was in the sky, causing a disaster far beyond anyone's imagination. Calculating the time, the first wave of people who came to the wasteland should have arrived, and the second wave of people from all sides gathered together. It should be about the same up.

You eat more here, take care of your health, and then hurry down south. "

Yu Ziqing was a little surprised. He actually just wanted to ask about some things about the Jinlan Mine, so he was prepared.

Unexpectedly, Lao Yang stopped pretending and had a showdown.

Just hiding.

There is no such thing as you, so I just said casually, don’t be a riddler, it’s so boring if you are not.

Two hours later, Yu Ziqing came out of the den, his eyes still a little dazed.

Lao Yang rarely talked a lot, after leaving, how to go south, where to go, etc., but Yu Ziqing felt more and more that he seemed to be explaining the funeral, and he was afraid that he would not have the chance to talk about it in the future.

Counting the time, it was almost time to prepare dinner. Yu Ziqing came to the underground mushroom forest, and wielding an ax with difficulty, felled the Kamala mushrooms. By the way, he used a knife to scrape off some raw materials of the magical medicine.

I have nothing to do at night, so I can try refining medicine first.

After the other aunts in the kitchen finished collecting neatly and left the burrow, Yu Ziqing was still cutting trees.

In the depths of the mushroom grove, a skinny, mummy-like hungry ghost poked out half of its head from behind a brocade mushroom, peeked fearfully, then hid back, and peeped again after a while.

Yu Ziqing felt a sense, glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to cut.

When he finished chopping one with difficulty, he found that he couldn't carry the whole one back by himself.

In the end, I had no choice but to be cheeky, and went back to find an aunt, who promised to teach the other party the secret of making soup, and then the aunt carried the brocade mushroom back.

The next day, Yu Ziqing went down to the burrow again, only to find that there was already a felled mushroom next to the one that was felled yesterday. Judging from its fracture, it was obvious that it had just been cut.

Yu Ziqing was a little puzzled. There is a clear division of labor in the village, and everyone will not be idle. It is not so easy to ask others to help you with your work, and no one will help you with kindness, and here, there is no one Willing to let others help with their own work.

It is very important for the people here to have their own work.

Looking around, Yu Ziqing looked deep into the mushroom forest. The hungry ghost still stuck out half of his head, with a little fear in his eyes, looking at this side from a distance.

"What did you do?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the hungry ghost seemed to be frightened, and quickly fled into the darkness and disappeared.

Yu Ziqing laughed dumbfounded.

This guy was almost slaughtered last time, so it's fine if he doesn't hide away, but now he even comes to help him with work.

What do you think?

This is not something that can be explained by reason, he definitely has self-awareness, and he is quite smart.

Yu Ziqing didn't care about him, as long as he didn't come to make trouble, he could say anything.

……

Life in the village is very peaceful and work is going smoothly. Yu Ziqing only needs to prepare breakfast and dinner with the aunts in the kitchen every day, and he doesn't have to worry about the rest.

After eating and drinking enough every day, Yu Ziqing's body, which suffered serious losses due to starvation for too long, also began to slowly improve.

In addition, he made flowers of Jinlan mushrooms, and in just a few days he became the cook in the kitchen, and he didn't even have to do things like washing pots and dishes.

After teaching a lot of recipes, Yu Ziqing began to think about using Jinlan mushrooms to extract oil...

If you want to throw out some heavy physical work that you really can't do, there are ways to ask those extremely strong and studious aunts to help.

When it was time for dinner, the routine felling work would continue. Yu Ziqing looked at the little soup left in the pot, hesitated for a while, took a wooden bowl, put it in it, and held the bowl Under the cave mushroom forest.

When he arrived at the mushroom forest, there was no accident. In the place he was going to, he could see a brocade mushroom slowly collapsing from a distance.

The skinny hungry ghost fled into the deep darkness in a panic.

"Don't run in a hurry." Yu Ziqing shouted from afar.

The hungry ghost paused, looked back, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes, rushed up the stone wall, hid behind a raised stone, blended with the surrounding environment, as if disappearing instantly, disappeared.

Yu Ziqing shook his head, getting used to it.

This hungry ghost pinches a little every day, and when he is about to arrive, he cuts down a brocade mushroom.

Said that he didn't need his help, the hungry ghost didn't care, so he stubbornly insisted on doing this, and every time he cut it, he hid far away.

Yu Ziqing walked to the depths of the mushroom forest, put the wooden bowl containing a little thick soup on the ground, and said to himself.

"I don't want to always be helped for no reason, it's your business if you want it, and I don't feel that I owe you anything because of it.

Now it's just me showing kindness, and it has nothing to do with you helping me. You must understand this.

Here's some more soup, from me, for you.

There will be no one for a while, so remember to take it away. "

There was no hungry ghost, so Yu Ziqing didn't force it, and after putting down the wooden bowl, he went to ask someone to carry away the brocade mushroom.

When the mushroom forest fell into silence again, with only a little bit of fluorescent light illuminating the mushroom forest, a hungry ghost suddenly appeared on the nearby stone wall.

He carefully climbed down the stone wall and circled the wooden bowl a few times, with longing in his eyes, but in an instant, that longing turned into pain.

He opened his mouth wide and wailed silently. At this moment, he could see that deep inside his mouth, there was a structure that did not resemble a human body, and the position of his throat was integrated, like a complete iron plate, tightly sealed.

He couldn't eat anything at all, and couldn't drink a drop of water.

The hungry ghost circled the wooden bowl a few times, but also understood that this was Yu Ziqing's kind intentions, maybe Yu Ziqing didn't know that he couldn't eat and drink...

He looked at the wooden bowl and hesitated for a moment, then picked up the wooden bowl, ready to take it back, but it was an ordinary gift at the time, but it also meant a lot to him.

However, the moment he picked up the wooden bowl, he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

His hands trembled slightly, and when he saw the thick soup in the wooden bowl began to tremble, he quickly put the wooden bowl on the ground, for fear of spilling the thick soup.

He knelt down on the ground, his trembling hands touched the wooden bowl again, the next moment, his eyes began to tremble, and he wanted to cry but there were no more tears.

After a while, he calmed down, and then he picked up the wooden bowl devoutly, and opened his mouth wide.

In the depths of his sealed throat, a swirling pattern appeared at this moment, and in the center of the sunken pattern, there was a small hole no bigger than the eye of a needle.

He held up the wooden bowl, stuck out his tongue, carefully dipped a few drops of thick soup, then raised his head and closed his eyes.

He drank it down.

Like rain.

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