Three days later.

When Ye Bai came to the vegetable garden in the backyard, it was hard to imagine that a Confucian and Taoist saint master would be in such a place.

In front is a thatched hut.

Ye Bai glanced at the person who was watering the vegetables, and as expected, it was that person, the old man who had guided Ye Bai.

Still dressed like a gardener.

At this moment, he said to Ye Bai: "What is that?"

He pointed to the sword lotus blooming in the distance, very casually.

Ye Bai was pensive.

Looking at the sword lotus swaying in the air, the sword lotus is an extremely conspicuous flower, the flower is in a wavy shape, very beautiful, and has a sense of rigidity.

"It's still a sword. ”

The old man nodded.

After a moment, he said, "What do you want to eat?"

Ye Bai said: "Feel free." The Holy Master has something to do with me. ”

"Your murderous aura is too heavy. The old man said, lowering his head and fiddling with the various vegetables growing in the garden, pulling out the weeds and watering them, and moving very slowly, as if he was enjoying this kind of life.

It was hard for Ye Bai to imagine that he would associate this person with the endless mystical "Haoran Righteous Qi Technique" and "Haoran Sword" that were created.

But it is hard to imagine that if it were not such a person, how could he develop a secular Confucian sect into an immortal sect.

You must know that the difficulties involved are much more difficult than a person who silently endures loneliness and cultivates alone.

The old man said, "Choose one." ”

The old man pointed to the vegetable passages that filled the garden.

Ye Bai looked at the bright red tomatoes and turquoise cucumbers, and said, "Tomatoes." ”

The old man stretched out his hand and planted one, then pointed to the table in the distance and said: "You are already a member of my Confucian sect, although you belong to the guest family, but for the Confucian sect, it is also equally important, so I hope you can help the world and be less murderous." ”

The old man stretched out his hand, planted two tomatoes that still smelled of earth, took them to a distance, and chopped them into pieces, the old man's knife was very slow, but very fine, and the tomatoes were cut into small slices, and it was a desire to eat them.

The surrounding area is also covered with the unique fragrance of tomatoes with hemp.

Ye Bai sniffed.

He swallowed his saliva, and then said, "Good craftsmanship." ”

The old man didn't speak, but said, "It's just an ordinary vegetable, it's just the most ordinary fertilizer, and it's just an ordinary cook." ”

Ye Bai asked, "Then why is it so fragrant?"

The old man said, "The heart is different, you calm down, and anything you eat is different." ”

The old man put the plate of tomatoes mixed with sugar cane sugar on the seat, and then took out two bowls of rice porridge from a wooden barrel in the distance, and thought about it and walked to a room in the distance.

Ye Bai looked at the old man's figure.

The old man picked up a jar.

Ye Bai looked at it, the old man raised it with his hand, put it down again, raised it again and put it down again, Ye Bai didn't understand.

The old man scolded with a smile: "You are so rude, my old man, it's all like this, you can't help either." ”

Ye Bai is embarrassed.

Hurriedly walked over, covered the aura on his arm, and took it violently, but he held the altar high, and then said in surprise: "It's not sinking." ”

The old man wiped his forehead, and said with a sweat: "My old man, I am over eighty years old, and for me, it is already very heavy, come here and this is the pickle I have been making for several days, cut some for you." ”

Ye Bai nodded.

The old man took it from the white hand, then returned to the cutting board, cut it into silk threads, and muttered in a low voice: "

"It's old, it's old, I don't know how many years it will be. ”

The old man took the sliced green radish and placed it in the small dish of the greens.

Then he took the seat of the stone slab.

"It just so happens that the old man didn't eat my lunch, so it's just right that you came over and can have some with me." The old man said with emotion, and then Mr. picked up Ye Bai's bowl and pushed it towards Ye Bai.

Ye Bai sat down, not restrained, then slowly took a sip, took a bite of the side dishes, the rice porridge is very dense, when eating, it is very textured, I don't know what kind of rice grains, a fresh fragrance, and in the stomach, I can still feel the warm taste.

Even the breath exhaled is not the cold breath of the original time, but a kind of warmth.

Ye Bai took the verdant bamboo chopsticks and ate a bite of the green radish, the entrance was not the feeling of melting immediately, but a slightly salty feeling, and it had a heavy taste, the entrance was not very delicious, but after chewing it, it was a natural fragrance of the radish, and the fragrance still had an earthy taste, but it was diluted a lot by the salty breath, but it became a feeling that made the mouth water.

Then the radish was bitten, and there was a feeling of exploding, which made Ye Bai feel an urgent desire to eat, and this desire was very strong.

Ye Bai ate a bowl of rice again.

He rarely had time to eat so fragrant, put the bowl in place, and then Ye Bai looked at the old man embarrassedly.

The old man ate slowly.

The old man whispered, "Go yourself." ”

Ye Bai nodded.

Directly brought the wooden barrel here, poured it into the bowl, and ate four large bowls before he stopped, the old man just finished eating one bowl, and the side dishes were all eaten by Ye Bai.

The old man put the bowl away and wanted to wash it, where did Ye Bai dare to let the old man wash it, he hurriedly picked up the bowl, walked over there, put it in the wooden basin, the scoop of the cucumber, slowly washed, the old man didn't know when he walked into the house.

I took out a few teacups and a teapot.

He started making tea right there, and then whispered, "Do you know why you're so murderous?"

Ye Bai almost forgot the purpose of his coming here, and said at this moment: "God of Killing? In my body, I planted the origin of the Divine Son, and wanted to borrow me to be reborn, every time I kill someone, the origin of the Divine Son is to devour a little killing breath, and when the killing breath extends to the maximum, the God of Killing is the divine will that can imprison him in the endless void, descend and borrow me to be reborn." ”

The old man nodded and said, "I thought you didn't know?"

Ye Bai said: "Although I don't know, I've read almost all the books here in the past few days, and I understand a lot about the gods in the sky, and I happen to be the object of God's favor." ”

There are many kinds of God. ”

"The God of Killing is the God of the Outer Realm, the God of the Extraterrestrial Starry Sky, and it existed in the Heavenly Demon Era. ”

And those of us who exist can devour Godhead and become gods. ”

"We call it the god who wanders from outside the territory, we call it the ancient god, we call it the god of our people, we call it the evil god, the god of killing in you is just one of the thousands of wills that have descended from the ancient gods who have been banished in the endless void, but it seems that this will lives well with you. ”

Ye Bai nodded.

Put the washed bowl back in its original position, and wondered, "Seeds?"

"Yes, you have a god seed in your body, I can help you take it out, you can also take a look. The old man said, and gestured with his hand.

Fingers moved.

Ye Bai found that all around him had become empty and chaotic, there was a faint blood-colored flesh in front of him, which was constantly squirming at the moment, Ye Bai looked at it quietly, the blood-colored ball, and in an instant, he opened a pair of blood-red eyes.

Look straight at him.

Ye Bai slowly faded out of that kind of mouth, he looked at his heart, and found that his body had become transparent, and there was an extra eye in his heart unconsciously, and the Dao blood veins continued to extend, and it was extremely strange to the surroundings.

"I can help you get it out. ”

The old man took a sip of tea.

Ye Bai said: "Take it out." ”

The old man said: "Actually, it will be a little dangerous, he is already connected with your heart, and it will make your cultivation regress a little, you know your qualifications......"

Ye Bai said: "It's very low."

"It's not very low, it's pitiful. ”

"This heart has the flesh and blood of a god, imperceptibly, so that your qualifications slowly change, that god doesn't know how many years later, it will be able to lift the seal, land down the complete will, and you will have no room to fight back at that time, if you can swim against the current, devour the will of the god of killing, maybe your sword is the real time. The old man said unhurriedly.

Ye Bai nodded and said, "What's the use of it?"

The old man said: "If the killing aura that is devoured cannot be consumed for a while, it will be transformed into aura, making your cultivation faster." ”

"What are you going to do?"

Ye Bai nodded and said, "Let him stay here, I will go outside the territory in a few months, I hope you can be well." ”

The old man coughed.

Then he suddenly pointed to the sky and said: "If I live, no one in the world can let me die, if I die, no one can let me live, you go, maybe in a few hundred years, I still need you to help me." ”

Ye Bai was puzzled.

The old man suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed towards Ye Bai's heart.

There seems to be a sound in the sky.

The old man waved.

Ye Bai felt that he seemed to be able to control some of the bloody eyes, and the old man waved his hand, as if he was very tired.

Ye Bai knew that the old man had driven that will out, and said, "Thank you." ”

The old man drank tea and said: "No need to do this, Confucianism is taking over the cause and effect with you, in the end, I still need your help, I will take it out, but the will in this, the ancient god is not dead, he can still come down, after all, there is his breath here." ”

Ye Bai nodded.

Looking at the tired appearance of the old man, he took his leave.