Chapter 82: Pure Demon Cultivator [Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

The next day, spring and scenery are bright.

Liang Yue went up to Xinghua Mountain again, and Wang Rulin was still the only one in Yunzhi Temple.

"What did Junior Brother Bai Yuan do?" he wondered, "Why hasn't he come back in several days?"

"You don't need to worry about him." Wang Rulin just smiled mysteriously, "It's about time, you'll know when the time comes."

"Okay." Liang Yue had no choice but to wait patiently.

The flying flowers in April also sweep into the Taoist temple, filling it with a fragrant scent.

"I have practiced martial arts for twenty years and acquired three swords." Wang Rulin said, "I can demonstrate one sword to you later."

"Demonstration?" Liang Yue was a little confused. "Isn't there any visualization diagram?"

"This is a move I created myself. I haven't imprinted the visualization diagram on it yet... After all, I'm not very good at it, and no mystic is willing to imprint it for me." Wang Rulin said.

"You can't find it even if you spend money?" Liang Yue said.

The visualization diagrams all require the assistance of a mystic to imprint them, but not every practitioner has a familiar mystic. Most of them charge money for their services, and many mystics have this business.

Why doesn’t it work when it comes to Master?
"My reputation among mystics is not very good." Wang Rulin smiled embarrassedly, "I used to be a protector for several mystics, and there were some minor conflicts and misunderstandings... In order to imprint my skills, one must be at a very high level, and the circle of powerful mystics is very small, which leads to their general prejudice against me."

Small conflicts, small misunderstandings, small circles, small prejudices...

After hearing these words, Liang Yue looked at him with a little suspicion, "Since it is a misunderstanding, can't you let them clarify it for you?"

Wang Rulin sighed, "How can a dead person clarify things for me?"

Case solved.

Liang Yue made up his mind silently.

It must be that the master has used his ability to act as a protector to secretly plot against many mystics, causing those people to no longer dare to approach him.

The mystic's physique is weak and not much stronger than that of a mortal, while the warrior's attack range is short and his methods are clumsy, both of which have obvious weaknesses.

Therefore, a more common way is that the mystic looks for warriors to be his protectors, and the two sides work together from a distance and close up, doubling their combat power.

The reason why the demon tamer Liang Yue met last time had no protector was because he had a powerful demon beast, which was the best protector. No one was more trustworthy than his own demon beast.

The biggest problem between the mystic and the guardian is trust.

That person must be someone you can trust with your safety. Many mystics and protectors become heterosexual couples or sworn brothers because of the high need for trust.

The emergence of people like the Master is a heavy blow to the trust between people in this world. This is probably how he got the title of the top of the Backstab List.

Naturally, the mystics would not dare to let him get close to them.

Just at this moment, a strange man came to Yunzhiguan.

He was dressed in black, wrapped up tightly, with a mask covering the lower half of his face, and an arc-shaped scar on his left eye. He didn't look like a good guy. He stepped over the threshold of Yunzhi Temple and looked at the master and disciple in the main hall, pausing for a moment.

"Hey, you're here." Wang Rulin waved and greeted, "You're a little earlier than the agreed time."

"I don't have the habit of making others wait for me." The masked man came in again after hearing the greeting, and looked at Liang Yue, "Is it him?"

“Not bad.” Wang Rulin smiled and said, “A pure immortal seed. Calling him a genius is a bit of an understatement.”

"It seems to be possible." The masked man said in a gloomy voice.

Wang Rulin said, with an attitude of selling melons, "Just wait and see. Only those who use it will know. Do you have enough money?"

Liang Yue: “?”

Why does it sound wrong? Could it be that Old Deng sold it to himself?
Although I had thought about whether this day would come when I became his disciple, but is it too early for this day to come...

"Of course I won't miss you." The masked man said, taking out a cloth bag from his waist and throwing it on the ground.

There was a clanging sound, and the mouth of the bag opened, revealing a pile of gold ingots.

Wang Rulin then smiled and said to Liang Yue: "Watch out, he should only be able to withstand one sword."

The masked man seemed to realize that something was wrong and was about to take action.

But he is too slow.

Wang Rulin suddenly stood up, took a step forward, and the whole person was like a phantom, flying hundreds of feet away.

It was already at the foot of the mountain, and there stood a towering tree in the wilderness with a dense crown.

An old man in a black robe was leaning against the tree's back. His hands were covered with fine cracks, and there were five silk threads in each palm. He was controlling a small black puppet on the ground.

When Wang Rulin suddenly attacked, he also sensed something and quickly stood up and turned around, but it was too late to resist.

bang——

Wang Rulin's figure passed through and stopped behind him.

The old man in black robe froze and paused for a moment before letting out a loud bang. In an instant, a cloud of blood mist rose into the sky.

"Uh ah..." His eyes revealed a strong resentment and unwillingness, "You are immoral and despicable..."

“Brother, you are a member of the Hunmo Sect, how dare you talk about morality with me, a member of the Xuan Sect?” Wang Rulin pushed him from behind and said, “Go on your way.”

puff.

The old man in black robe fell face down on the ground.

……

After the black-robed old man was completely dead, Wang Rulin observed for a while and confirmed that he had no breath. Then he picked up his body and leisurely returned to the Taoist temple and asked, "Did you learn it?" "I learned it." Liang Yue nodded and said, "Lie in the trap."

"Very good, you have learned to comprehend the art of war." Wang Rulin smiled with satisfaction, and then asked, "But this time I want to ask about swordsmanship."

"Too fast..." Liang Yue replied after hesitation.

The moment Wang Rulin made his move just now, he had already concentrated all his consciousness, but he could still only track a trace of his afterimage. The world was shaking, and he had flown past in a flash.

Although he taught swordsmanship, he didn't even have a sword in his hand.

The charm of it is so difficult to capture.

"It's enough to understand it a little bit." Wang Rulin came over and suddenly stretched out two fingers and pressed them on Liang Yue's eyebrows.

Bang.

In an instant, a powerful divine aura poured into his mind, and the surging Dao aura was opened up by his divine thoughts.

He saw a drunken swordsman in white dancing with a sword under the moonlight. As the sword flashed, the sky, the earth, the stars and the moon instantly dimmed.

The white-robed swordsman looked similar to Wang Rulin, except that he lacked that natural cunningness and had a bit of the youthful vigor.

"I am drunk and I am going up to the sky, to ask the breeze and the moon!"

"Can you become an immortal with just a sword? From now on, you don't have to go to the sky!"

Every time he swung his sword, he got a little closer to the moon in the sky. After three sword swings, a huge moon was already pressing down on his head.

It’s not that he ascended.

But the entire sky is approaching him!

But when he recited the fourth sentence, the entire sky began to collapse and shatter, countless stars and moons fell down, and the world was destroyed with a loud bang.

"what!"

Liang Yue cried out, and when he opened his eyes, the sun had already set. He was still sitting in the same place, without moving a muscle.

It seemed that the scene just now was because there was no visualization diagram, and Wang Rulin could only manually infuse the sword intent into his mind.

The advantage of this is that the charm instilled by the creator himself is the most intuitive and real; the disadvantage may be that it must be taught by Wang Rulin himself, and it will consume a lot of his pure sword intent.

If Liang Yue wasn't his only direct disciple, he wouldn't have used such a costly method.

Hearing Liang Yue's movement, Wang Rulin lazily walked out from behind the hall, apparently he had just taken a nap.

"How was it?" he asked.

Liang Yue looked up and said, "I saw the sword technique. It seemed to have four moves, but it ended before the fourth move appeared."

"There are only three moves." Wang Rulin looked up at the sunset sky, "My lifelong wish is to be able to deduce and complete the fourth sword, but I still don't know how to do it."

He looked at Liang Yue again, "As for you, if you can learn half a move to ascend to the sky, it will be enough to settle down temporarily."

Liang Yue nodded and said, "I will work hard to practice."

The sword intent of Wang Rulin just now has been imprinted in his divine palace, which is equivalent to the visualization picture being in his mind and he can comprehend it again at any time.

When the spiritual consciousness is sufficient.

"These are all garbage. I said that even the magic cultivators can't make a living, so how come he still has so much money?" Wang Rulin threw the bag of gold ingots on the ground, making a clanging sound.

However, when I picked them up and looked at them carefully, I found that they were all forged by painting copper and iron.

"As for this..." Wang Rulin pointed at the masked man still standing in the yard and said, "After you have looted everything, you can send it to the Ministry of Justice together with the body outside. You should be able to exchange it for some reward money. I rely on this to survive."

The masked man remained motionless after the black-robed old man died, and his body was stiff. He should be a refined puppet.

"So Yun Zhiguan's main income comes from rewards?" This was the first time Liang Yue heard of this.

"Of course. How many pilgrims have you seen in these days? If I relied on the money from incense offerings, I would have starved to death long ago." Wang Rulin said with his hands spread out.

"I have an identity in the Raksha Ghost Market. I usually attract some underworld or demonic people to come here to trade. This person is the one I contacted in the Raksha Ghost Market. He should be the elder of the Demon Sect's Wusheng Sect." He went on to say, "A hundred years ago, the Demon Lord Dongyue Peak was shattered by Master Zhangxuan and was divided into three Lords: Bone, Blood, and Shadow. Each of them has its own lineage. Fifty years ago, the most powerful Shadow Lord was suppressed by the Sword Dao Academy, and only his soul escaped and disappeared from then on."

"Now the Wusheng Sect members are looking for bodies with outstanding talents everywhere, probably to prepare for Shadow Lord's resurrection. I pretended to betray you and lured this person here. Although he knew to use puppets to explore the way, this actually exposed that he was not far away. A mere sixth-level magic cultivator cannot control the puppet from too far away."

A mere sixth realm...

Liang Yue felt mixed emotions after hearing this.

But he couldn't refute it. After all, when the master took action, it was really like killing a chicken.

"In recent years, there are fewer and fewer pure demon cultivators like this. The new generation is rare and hard to deceive, so business is not easy to do." Wang Rulin sighed again, "It's hard to make a living."

A simple magic cultivator...

Liang Yue sighed silently in his heart, what a niche statement.

But I have to say that the master is probably the only one who can make a business out of fishing demons and killing them. The old man who plays with puppets is certainly cautious, but he can only consider himself unlucky when he meets a professional scammer.

Liang Yue was listening to him when a dark cloud suddenly appeared in the sky.

Soon he realized something was wrong. The dark cloud was getting thicker and thicker, and it was only concentrated in the area of ​​the Taoist temple. He looked up suddenly and saw a ferocious big head!

In the air was a giant beast with ancient green scales and horns. It was clearly a dragon! However, it had wings on its back and its feet were like cow hooves, so it didn't look like a pure-blooded dragon.

When I looked more closely, I saw that its eyes were closed, its nostrils were bloody, and its body was drooping limply. It looked as if it was already dead?
It was not until its huge body was about to fall down that Liang Yue could see clearly that there was a small child on the dragon's neck, holding it up in one hand and flying in the air, landing on Yunzhi Temple.

It was the little Taoist boy Bai Yuan!
(End of this chapter)