After the two merchants on the other side eased up at this moment, one of them couldn't help but say angrily.

"Mage, didn't you say there wouldn't be any problems? If you kill a few people after you go back, how can it attract the attention of the government? ”

"Say less."

The companion pulled the person who spoke, and the latter said no more, after all, it is okay to complain, and if you really say that people are angry, it may be evil to the side of the guts.

The warlock glanced at the two merchants and sighed again.

"There will be no less of you."

After speaking, the warlock still looked at the corner over there, and at this moment, Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng had stopped moving.

"Scholar, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay, but do you know it's this thing in the coffin, it's a zombie? I heard the older generation say that this is cannibalism! ”

The warlock did not answer immediately, but gave an order to the disciples who had already gotten up.

"Gather up all the pieces of the coffin and burn them outside with the zombies."

Many of these coffin fragments are stained with water traces with heavy yin qi, and although the thick yin qi has been eliminated by Yi Shuyuan, the corpse qi of the zombie itself is still there.

Burning it with fire is indeed the most common method of aftercare for warlocks.

Maybe it's because the coffin is open, or maybe it's because of the corpse water, which makes the room stink.

The disciples quickly picked up the pieces of the coffin and went out, some dragged the corpse out with ropes, and the merchants and servants ran out with them, and few people wanted to stay in the old inn.

Although the warlock watched cleanly kill the zombies, the bitten finger never stopped bleeding, and he would stand there, his finger still slowly bleeding.

Yi Shuyuan looked at the finger and the wound and sighed in his heart, this person is afraid that he has tried a lot of "elixir".

"Mage, I'll help you get some medicine and bandage it."

Yi Shuyuan took out a medicine and a few clean white cloths from the bookcase, and the warlock walked over, shaking his head as he sat down.

"I can't stop it, it's going to take a while."

There are so many disciples, but no one can really get into it, the warlock sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but look at Yi Shuyuan again, who had already pulled out the medicine bottle.

Although he couldn't stop saying it, the warlock didn't refuse, but stretched out his finger, watched the scholar clean the blood on his finger with a white cloth, and then carefully patted the medicine bottle, and the warlock couldn't help but speak again.

"You have also seen my ability, know that I am not those who pretend to be ghosts, my ability, there must be a inheritance, although there are many apprentices, but most of them are dull people, if you are willing to practice with me, the fairy road is just around the corner, hiss"

At this moment, the powder just fell on the wound of the warlock's finger, and the pain was so strong that he couldn't help but inhale, interrupting the rest of his words.

Yi Shuyuan carefully bandaged the warlock with a clean white cloth, while shaking his head slightly.

"Mage, although I am not talented, I have also heard a lot of fairy stories since I was a child, and when I saw that ghost thing just now, it is really difficult to connect with the path of immortals."

"The Immortal Dao is naturally not simple, and it can't be learned by common sense!"

"Definitely!"

Yi Shuyuan looked at the warlock, and the look made the latter stunned.

"If there are really immortals in the world, there will be clues to be revealed, ancient and modern, legends in the world, ancient legends, oral teaching, all kinds of magical stories here, is the clues!"

"How is the testimony of the earth established? Even though the authority of the emperor is supreme, the legislator should follow the rites and teachings of the world and the words of the saints, which is deeply rooted in the common sense of the people's hearts, that is, the conscience of public order! If the law is not in accordance with public order and conscience, it will be a misguided path. ”

"The same is true of the principle of the immortal path, although the immortal trace of the human world is ethereal, but the shadow of the immortal is at ease in the hearts of the people."

Yi Shuyuan looked at the warlock who seemed to be stunned.

"It is rumored that the true immortal looks at the changes of heaven and earth, derives his own way, understands the reason of all things, and has very good luck.

If the immortal path exists, it should be answered, if the immortal heart is there, when there is no disagreement, how can it be achieved by seeking the elixir with the delusional heart of the wrong way? ”

Saying that, the strip of cloth in Yi Shuyuan's hand was lightly tied and said with a smile.

"Look, this is not wrapped, how can there be a reason why you can't stop the bleeding?"

The master was in a trance, as if he had an illusion, as if he was a childhood child, listening to the master's teachings of the saints.

At this moment, when he heard that the wound was bandaged, the mage came back to his senses.

Looking down at his left index finger, the thin white cloth was tied to the fingertips, only a little red was slightly revealed, but no more blood oozed out, obviously it really stopped.

This is what Master once said, the kind of person who is "born rich", right?

At this moment, the warlock was a little stunned, and it took a long time before he spoke.

"Scholar, you are destined to enter the path of immortals, not like I have wasted my life, but really stepped on the clouds"

Shi Sheng was lying on Yi Shuyuan's lap, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Abel, do you still want to take my master as an apprentice?"

The warlock shook his head.

"No, no, I don't have that qualification."

Outside the post station, someone shouted inside at this moment.

"Master, are you going to light the fire now?"

The warlock stood up at this moment, and Yi Shuyuan arched his hand.

"Thank you!"

With that, the warlock walked outside.

A firewood shelf was built inside the walls of the old inn with coffin fragments and a large amount of firewood, and the zombie's body was placed on the shelf, and a little fire oil was poured on the firewood.

The warlock took a torch and lit the pyre himself.

As the fire gradually engulfed the zombies, a black smoke accompanied by a foul smell also rose in the flames, and the people around couldn't help but retreat.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem"

A cough appeared in the courtyard of the post station, and when he looked at the fire burning there, he suddenly became angry.

"I said why did it stink like this, it turned out that this group of bastards were burning zombies here, and they were so angry that they didn't let people sleep peacefully! I, I, I, I want to suck you to death, I."

At this time, a little old man with a crutch dragged a torn jacket to the ground, and a crutch in his hand gestured around the warlock and the others, and found the warlock and the previous one was about to fight, but after all, he did not fight.

"Hmph, I see that you will not die soon, it is not worth being angry with you!"

Shi Sheng, who was also at the gate of the post station and looked at the fire outside, suddenly exclaimed.

"Master, there's a short old man! Isn't it a land lord? ”

This sound was not heard by the warlock and the others, but the land lord did.

"Huh?"

The little old man turned to look in the direction of the old inn, saw a child staring at him, and ran in again after coming into contact with his gaze.

The little old man was slightly stunned, hurriedly walked to the old post station, and looked in at the door, there was a scholar in a gray robe by the corner bonfire, and the child returned to the scholar's side, but couldn't help but look towards the door.

"Little doll, can you see me?"

Shi Sheng looked at Yi Shuyuan, then at the little old man, and nodded.

The land lord grinned, walked into the old post station with a pestle, he looked at Yi Shuyuan who was fiddling with the fire, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, causing Yi Shuyuan to look up at the little old man.

"Oh, you can see that, too?"

The land lord was taken aback, but immediately thought that the other party was a real cultivator, so he hurriedly took a step back and bowed.

"Little Lao'er is his own land, I don't know what the respect is?"

Yi Shuyuan also got up and saluted back.

"Under the surname Yi, a storyteller passing by!"

It is basically impossible for this kind of small land to hear of Yi Shuyuan's name, so he just nodded when he heard the words.

However, the land lord looked at the door and seemed to understand something.

"But it's an immortal cultivator?"

"Sort of."

The land lord frowned when he heard this.

"Immortal Yi Chang, this warlock is so short and in debt, you won't be here to save him, right?"

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"Naturally not, it's just a coincidence."

"It's not good, their warlock is obsessed with alchemy, his master, his ancestor, I have seen it, in his generation, good guy, refining zombies, it's incorrigible, he was still spiritual when he was a child, and now he is also this virtue!"

As he spoke, he pulled behind him, and a faint yellow light appeared, and a small rattan basket appeared in his hand, which was filled with red and bright wild persimmons and citrus, as well as some plant roots with a little soil.

This was not originally hidden, but it was taken in an instant when the spell was cast, and Yi Shuyuan's eyes lit up.

However, this spell also made the land lord's obscuration dissipate, and his figure appeared more realistic.

Then the land lord handed over the basket.

"There's nothing to entertain, a little mountain and wild fruits, look at the immortals and smile!"

"Thank you!"

Yi Shuyuan stretched out his hand to take it, Shi Sheng couldn't wait to get the things in the basket, and a gray and white mink came out from under the blanket on one side, and also grabbed the fruit to eat.

The landlord took a few steps closer and sat down beside him.

"Alas, it doesn't matter if their veins are broken, they toss and turn, and they may cause some trouble in the future."

"Father-in-law of the land, if it weren't for my master, there would have been trouble this time!"

Shi Sheng's words drew a nod from the land lord.

"Also, this corpse smells so strong, it makes the hibernating animals in the mountains and fields uneasy, and the smell spreads underground for dozens of miles, it must not be an ordinary zombie, the immortal chief has helped, right?"

This zombie climate has begun to take shape, and it is simply that he has not worshiped the moon and has not sucked human blood, otherwise it will indeed cause trouble.

"Immortal Chief."

The land justice wanted to speak, but when he heard the footsteps approaching, he shrank back and disappeared into the ground.

Although the corpse outside is still burning, there is no need for everyone to look at it, and it is so smelly that compared with that side, the corpse smell inside the old post station is negligible.

A group of people, including the Warlocks, have returned.

Ash barely got under the blanket with a little food in his mouth, and Shi Sheng was plucking the citrus little by little, which made some people swallow their saliva.

Shi Sheng looked at Yi Shuyuan, and when he saw that the master nodded, he raised the basket.

"Do you want to eat? It's sweet and fresh, we have a lot of them! ”

"No, no, no." You eat it."

The group refused, and sat down at the original campfire, adding firewood to re-enlarge the fire.

However, Shi Sheng ran over with the basket.

"Eat, my children can see it, you all want to eat!"

"Uh, thank you then!"

Someone was the first to reach out, and the others couldn't help it.

"I'll take one too!" "Then I'll eat one too!"

"Thank you!" "Good boy!"

The disciples took it one by one, but they were more restrained and didn't take too much.

When Shi Sheng came to the warlock with the basket, the latter also smiled and reached out to take it, but subconsciously noticed those things that looked like rhizomes, and couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

I don't know if I can eat this thing, but there is still some soil on it that has not dried.

The scholar's back box is not small, and it is not impossible to carry a basket of fruits, but this thing looks like it has just been dug out of the soil and shaken clean.

Looking at the basket in the child's hand, there were still a few small shoots and green leaves on the edge.

The warlock reached out and took a piece of rhizome, and when Shi Sheng was gone, he sniffed it with his nose, and there was a fragrance mixed with the smell of earth, which seemed to be a medicinal herb.

After hesitating for a long time, when Shi Sheng walked back, the warlock also quickly followed.

As if waiting for the warlock to come, he arrived at him, and Yi Shuyuan spoke.

"An old man came to the door, carrying a cane and carrying a basket to the door, he said that he knew the mage, and he had seen it when he was a child."

The warlock was a little stunned, unable to say what he was about to say.

"Mage, please take a seat!"

The warlock looked at Yi Shuyuan and saw that he seemed to be relatively calm, so he couldn't help but whisper.

"Do you know who that old man is? He's afraid it's."

"He claims to be his own land!"

Yi Shuyuan looked at the warlock and said, and the latter lost his words at once.

"The land lord said that he was smoked by the smell of corpses, so come and see, seeing your current appearance, sigh that the mage's life is not long, if you recuperate with peace of mind and don't ask about anything else, maybe it can last for three years and five years."

The warlock was stunned for a moment, as if he had stumbled to the side.

"Three years and five years. How can I inherit this Dao method, this pulse pill technique."

There was already talk and laughter around the campfire on the other side, the zombies were gone, and everyone was relaxed, in contrast, the warlock's heart was desolate.

After being silent for a long time, the warlock looked at Yi Shuyuan again.

"Scholar, I don't expect you to be my apprentice."

As he spoke, the warlock's eyes were slightly red, and he reached into his arms and pulled out a book wrapped in cloth.

"This "Danshu Wonderful" is my 200-year-old painstaking work, and it must not be lost in my hands"

Warlocks often bring disaster on their own, so among the warlocks and the like, there are many people who are not good to die.

If you really want to talk about it, the warlock who died in the hands of Yi Shuyuan in Yuanjiang County can also be counted as this situation.

Ke Yi Shuyuan also had to admit that many warlocks were indeed sad and lamentable!

(End of chapter)