I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

The [-]st day of the twelfth lunar month is Yu Huaiyin's birthday, although he has had many birthdays in his previous [-] lives, but this time is really special.

The reason is that he didn't know that day was his birthday, because in Yu Xiaoer's memory, the original owner "Yu Huaiyin" was really boring and could not be boring anymore. In his short life of more than ten years, Mo Shuo Whether it's birthdays, the funerals of parents and elder brothers, or various festivals, this person has no other words in his mind other than cultivation.

His level of diligence is far better than any of Yu Xiaoer's life as a villain. With this amount of business, he can definitely be called the top model worker in the villain world.

So when he saw that Liang Chi had been working secretly in the kitchen all night, he kindly advised his disciples not to waste so much time in order to eat, anyway, Yue Shenheng would come to cook the porridge on time tomorrow morning, even though the porridge was neither salty nor bland After eating for a long time, I feel really tired and panic, but a person who cultivates immortals has a pure heart and few desires, so how can he covet fast food and drink.

When he said this, Liang Ce was stunned, as if he didn't expect that Yu Huaiyin hadn't gone to bed so late, and his well-prepared surprise was smashed, it was a bit unexpected, and he must be the only one at the moment One thinks so.

Yu Huaiyin saw that Liang Chu had been looking at his back, turned around curiously, and found Yi Rong who was choosing vegetables in the dark, Bu Yan who was cooking soup, and even Lu Zhiwei who was so easy to hide his face was also chopping green onions.

And Yue Shenheng, who was about to wash the rice, heard what Yu Huaiyin said just now, put down the earthen jar in his hand, and said, "Since the head master doesn't want to drink porridge, let's not do it today."

"..." Yu Huaiyin looked at the smile on Yue Shen's face, and smiled embarrassingly.

"Everyone is here, the room is so dark, why don't you light candles." After waiting for a while, he saw that no one was talking, so he turned on the light in the kitchen.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if Master knows."

Liang Chu opened the pot, and the kitchen was immediately enveloped by a faint sweet fragrance. Yu Huaiyin glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and saw that all kinds of cakes steamed in the pot were carved into the shape of magnolia flowers, which was really beautiful.

"It's true." Yi Rong agreed.

Hearing the sound of chopping vegetables again, Yu Huaiyin rolled up his sleeves and wanted to help, but was stopped by Liang Chu, picked up a few pieces of magnolia flower cakes from the pot and handed them to him, saying: "There are still a few days left It's on, so many people here don't use Master's hands, if you're hungry, try a few pieces first."

"Ah?" Yu Huaiyin subconsciously took the plate of cakes, followed Liang Ce's footsteps and exited the kitchen, and when he realized that he didn't come to steal the food, he was already locked outside the door.

"It's weird." Walking slowly all the way back to her room, Yu Huaiyin couldn't help sighing as she looked at the steaming magnolia flower cake in her hand.

Until he was lying on the bed and fell asleep, he didn't understand what Liang Ce said, it doesn't matter if he found out. Could it be that Siming Dao Palace and others were carrying out extra meals in the kitchen behind his back?

But this is not something worth caring about, so when Yu Huaiyin went to the dining room to eat after dawn, he symbolically tasted every dish and praised them one by one, for fear that he would disturb their cooking discussion in the middle of the night Yaxing.

But then everyone behaved more and more strangely. First, Yue Canheng took the lead and gave him three Ninth Grade Spirit Pills, and then Yi Rong took out a half-cover mask with sapphire inlaid with silver that could hide the body of a monk.

Lu Zhiwei never dined with them, but he also sent a blue bone spear tassel to Bu Yan, and left a letter specifically stating the function of the spear tassel, saying that there is a secret method sealed in the bone that can improve compassion. The spiritual injection effect of the raw gun can make Yu Huaiyin increase at least [-]% of his cultivation when facing the enemy.

Among them, the gift from Liang Chuan is the most special. It is a small spike, which looks similar to the spike pendant Liang Chu wears on his neck, but it is much more delicate. There is also a small "" Compassion" word.

Yu Huaiyin held this thing in his hand and looked at it carefully. He felt that he seemed to have seen information about this item in the task description given to him by the system, but what it was used for, he thought for a while. Can't get up.

It's just the protagonist's stuff, so there's nothing wrong with it, he thought, and the hand holding the wolf's teeth couldn't help but increase his strength.

Yu Huaiyin lowered his head, his feathery eyelashes brushed the broken hair that fell from his temples on his forehead, and cast a small shadow in the warm sunlight, which was extremely gentle.

"Actually, I..." He pursed his lips, obviously Yu Xiaoer, who often called himself "heinous", was not good at dealing with such situations.

He came to this world alone, and he didn't have the capital to repay the kindness of others, so he unconsciously wanted to avoid the fiery eyes of others.

This reminded him of what Yue Canheng said to Liang Ce a few days ago when Liang Ce went to Zangshu Pavilion to finish his last class, "Since you have finished your studies, go to Xianmeng to accept the sect missions issued by the major immortal sects in exchange for Lingshi For daily expenses, the monks of Siming Dao have more gruel than gruel, there is no fixed monthly payment, and they do not support idlers."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked at him in unison, which made Yu Huaiyin, who was watching the fun, feel offended.

After all, there is a lot of gold, silver and jewelry without hard work, which is the treatment that talents in novels and TV dramas have, but the reality is that he can't fall in love at all, or shout the slogan of dominating the world, so he can call it a day and get off work.

That day, he originally wanted to go to the Xianmeng with Liang Ce to accept the task, to solve the economic situation that their Siming Dao Palace could only eat porridge for three meals a day.

But I heard Yi Rong's half-drunk and half-awake persuasion, "Hey, the head of the sect can't be regarded as an idler, our fairy sect has raised such a wonderful person who is unparalleled in the world."

In the end, his plan to work hard fell through, because Yue Canheng and others arranged a new task for him, which was how to revive the ginkgo forest in the Siming Dao Palace.

For this reason, he has worked hard, and since last winter, he has been irrigating the ginkgo forest with spiritual dew, but it has not improved at all.

Seeing this, Yu Huaiyin sprinkled some melon, fruit and vegetable seeds next to the rotten tree roots in order to verify that the ginkgo's death was not revived because the entire Dao Palace and the ground veins had been destroyed, not because he was not taking good care of it. What to plant and what to die.

There was only one bare apricot tree, which grew some dark sour apricots in the summer. He tasted it first and thought it tasted good, so he wanted to share it with others.

But after thinking about it, this apricot is really ugly, and he is the only one in the Dao Palace who has entered the fairyland, what if the apricot is poisonous and eats people up?

Before the tree was completely dead, he picked off all the apricots and used his spiritual power to freeze them, hoping to make rock candied almonds when it snowed.

The time is just right now, Yu Xiaoer has nothing, his identity and body are someone else's, and his spiritual realm is not hard-earned, only these sour apricots are planted by him.

Actually, I have something to give you too.

Yu Huaiyin pointed to the decision, those treasures that he had carefully hidden might soon be ridiculed and disgusted.

But before he could take the things out of the storage bag, Liang Ce came in with a bowl of longevity noodles with angelica and coriander floating on top of the soup.

The young man was sincere, so he asked Lu Zhiwei specifically about Yu Huaiyin's dietary preferences when he was young. He knew the ingredients that Siming Dao Palace used to prepare for the young master's birthday noodles in the past. He also knew that Yu Huaiyin liked coriander very much, so he made it. Time to put a lot.

"Master, happy birthday—"

"what?"

Yu Huaiyin raised his head, he heard it clearly, but he wanted to confirm it even more, when he heard the voice with admiration and respect repeating, "Master, happy birthday."

He stopped the movement of his hands uneasily, and when his eyes no longer dodged, his heart became calm instead.

"So it wasn't for me..." This time he glanced at the gift on the table again, and suddenly an unspeakable feeling came to his heart. He didn't know that he was actually sad, and mistaken the loss for relaxation.

Because he feels that the person they want to treat sincerely is not himself, so he can have a clear conscience and not give anything in return, he has always thought about it.

But having said that, when he reluctantly ate a large bowl of coriander-flavored longevity noodles, he couldn't help but frowned. He really missed Yi Rong's stewed fat goose and mountain mushroom soup, except that the "goose" was expensive Other than that, I really can't fault it.

It's just that he can't get used to it. It's probably several times harder than this. He has experienced too much, so this unpleasantness was forgotten by him after only one meal.

When the snow fell at dusk, Yi Rong boiled the wine and called everyone to the ruins of the dojo, saying that it was a rare spectacle in decades.

Yu Huaiyin originally thought that everyone was in good spirits and wanted to go out to enjoy the snow at night, so he carried a ginkgo warming lamp, and wrapped himself in a pure black cotton velvet cloak over a plain white robe. .

But when he got to the place, he found that other people were wearing the same clothes as usual, they were all single shirts from the midsummer period, presumably these people were used to driving the spiritual power in their bodies to keep warm all the time, and they were not as lazy as he was.

On the contrary, Bu Yan, who was standing in the dimly lit place, saw him wearing such clothes, his eyes lit up as if he remembered the past, and he naturally gave the mortal girl's gift to everyone.

Yu Huaiyin nodded in response, only then did he notice the unusual pace. This woman is of the blood of the Fox clan. It is needless to elaborate on how stunning her appearance is, but her usual makeup is light, and there is always a bit of sadness hidden in her expression. The sun and the stars and the moon are companions, which can not match her natural fragrance and national beauty.

And tonight, Bu Yan has long hairpins in her hair, a black bun and cicada clouds, and is wearing a green and overlapping thin cloud clothing. She is reflected by dozens of glazed lights around her, and she is really charming in every way.

"There are rumors in the lower world that 30 years ago, the Lord of Tianji Kingdom visited the Xuanshuang River in the middle of the night in order to ask for a beauty to dance, but the beauty refused to enter the painting boat on the grounds of being sick. Fearing the powerful, holding incense on the branches and becoming famous all over the world."

Yi Rong poured himself a cup, and joked: "It's something that even the emperor of the world can't ask for, but the head of the sect has a lot of face, so that even poor Taoists will be honored and reward the beauties with a dance."

Chu Wu was Bu Yan's pseudonym when he was in the Jiaofang Division, Yu Huaiyin did not expect him to receive such a courtesy, and also thought that he had taken advantage of the original owner, so he also sat down at the stone table.

I also saw that where Buyan stood, besides the glazed fire surrounded by a circle, there were more than a dozen pieces of rice paper for painting behind the lamp. I don't know what its purpose is.