I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

In the following days, Yuan Feng neglected sleep and food for two consecutive days.

While practicing magic, he also studied the mental method.

As for the mental method, Mo Xuyang no longer had any ink to teach him, so he could only take out the original copy of "Star Picking Technique" and let Yuan Feng learn it by himself.

As for spells, Fireball is the simplest and most basic spell. Once you get a little guidance, the rest of the way to improve can only be achieved through practice.

Therefore, Mo Xuyang completed his mission, after obtaining Daya's consent in private.

Mo Xuyang is ready to retire.

He felt indescribably excited at the thought of getting the benefits and getting away with it safely.

But just to pretend, he still came to Yuan Feng with a sad face:

"Apprentice, let me tell you something."

"Oh, Master, you say."

Yuan Feng was practicing the fireball technique. When he saw his master coming over to talk, he quickly dispersed the fireball that was bigger than a millstone.

"You have a good talent. I have taught you everything I can. As the saying goes, a master can only lead you to the door, but practice depends on yourself. If you want to go higher and further, you must practice diligently in the future."

"Ah?" Yuan Feng was surprised. "Master, are you leaving? Where are you going? I still have a lot of questions to ask you. Can I go with you?"

Yuan Feng was reluctant to leave after finally meeting a master who could give him guidance.

"I am leaving to pursue my own path. You have your own path, and we cannot walk together. I cannot lead you."

How could Mo Xuyang dare to bring Yuan Feng with him?

After two or three days of continuous questioning by Yuan Feng, all the little knowledge he had was exhausted.

If the two of them stayed together for another second, or if Yuan Feng asked one more question, Mo Xuyang would be exposed.

"I see, Master, what exactly is this Tao you keep talking about, and why do you have to go out and pursue it?"

"Don't ask, just feel it for yourself. If I tell you now, it won't do you any good." Mo Xuyang turned into a riddle man.

"That……"

"It's getting late, I'm leaving first, no need to see me off."

Without waiting for Yuan Feng to say another word, Mo Xuyang threw away his arms and walked away without looking back.

"Master, why are you so late? Why don't you stay for dinner?"

Yuan Feng shouted at the top of his lungs, but Mo Xuyang's figure had already disappeared in the moonlight.

"Master, please come back more often when you have time!"

Yuan Feng waved towards the lonely night, feeling inexplicably melancholy in his heart.

After this separation, I don’t know how long it will take for me to meet my master again.

Even though they were only together for a few short days, Yuan Feng could never forget the kindness of his teaching.

Silent all night.

After Yuan Feng woke up, he subconsciously went to the cowshed, wanting to ask his master some questions about cultivation.

Suddenly I realized that my master had left, and I felt melancholy again.

Looking at the cows eating grass slowly, Yuan Feng raised his eyebrows.

"Hey? Where's Xiao Ling? It seems like I haven't seen her for a few days. Isn't she usually sleeping in the sun?"

After a careful look around the cowshed, Xiao Ling didn't see any cat, but she did see one for the yellow dog.

"Why are you still here? I didn't even feed you, but you're still so energetic. What did you eat?"

Suddenly, a terrifying thought came to my mind.

Yuan Feng pointed his trembling hand at the yellow dog: "You...you ate my cat?"

“Psycho…” Tuntian rolled his eyes and was too lazy to even call out to him.

"Hey! How dare you give me the cold shoulder? I'm the boss of this compound, you know?"

Yuan Feng put his hands on his hips, but did not take the next step.

He quickly rejected the idea of ​​Xiao Ling being eaten.

If it was really eaten by a dog, the sound would have been very loud. My master and I were there a few days ago, so it is impossible that we didn't hear it.

Besides, even if the cat was eaten, the hair should still be there and there should be a few bones left.

There is nothing at the moment. It is likely that Xiao Ling has left home and gone somewhere unknown.

It’s not the first time that Xiao Ling hasn’t returned home for many days. This has happened before.

It's normal for cats to be a little bit mean. They will become docile after being castrated.

However, Xiao Ling seems to be a female cat, so it is a bit troublesome to castrate her.

On the other side, Xiao Ling, who was on her way, shuddered for no reason.

……

After simply feeding the pigs, Yuan Feng went out carrying the flying sword Yiyun.

Before going out, don't forget to close the fence gate.

Now that he is a well-educated monk, it is time to take revenge.

Walking on the mountain village path, Yuan Feng is full of energy and vigor.

He is a man who takes revenge when there is revenge and complains when there is complaint. He is not a coward who can hold back his anger.

Just last year, bandits from the nearby Black Wind Village robbed him of a pig, and he has always remembered it.

As the saying goes, things may change over time. Don't underestimate the pigherd because he has no temper.

Halfway along the village road, Yuan Feng suddenly stopped.

"By the way, which mountain is Black Wind Village located on?"

Yuan Feng reacted and realized that he didn't even know where the Black Wind Village was.

“Go to the village and ask.”

Even if you don't know, there is always someone who knows.

Having made up his mind, Yuan Feng turned back and headed into the village.

After walking a few steps, I met a young man holding a piece of grass in his mouth. He had a dog-skin plaster on his forehead and looked very wretched.

Yuan Feng knew the person who came. He was Wang Er, who was despised by all the dogs in the village.

"Wang Er!"

"Hey, isn't this the swineherd master? Are you shopping?"

Wang Er is using a roundabout way to talk about Yin and Yang Yuan Feng. How can people from a mountain village go shopping in broad daylight? He is scolding people for being idle.

Yuan Feng was not annoyed and was too lazy to argue with him. He just wanted to get down to business: "I want to ask you something."

"No time."

"You're not free yet?"

"Why? Why can't I be free? I'm busy and I have to slack off."

"Fishing? With your fishing skills, you'd be lucky if you could catch a fish in the creek in three days. Stop, I have something serious to ask you."

"Hey, you're just a pig farmer and you look down on me? Who am I, Wang Er? I can catch fish in a day and the whole village can't finish eating them. And you dare to question my fishing skills?"

"So you're very successful?"

"Of course!" Wang Er puffed out his chest, looking very proud.

"Now that you're rich, pay me back the three pounds of pork you owed me before the New Year."

Wang Er was stunned. He didn't expect Yuan Feng to be waiting for him here. He quickly changed his words: "No, there are not many fish in the stream. I didn't catch many."

"Stop talking nonsense and answer my question. I'll make you owe me the money for the meat for a few more days."

"Ask me whatever you want, as long as you don't ask me to pay you back, you can ask me anything. I can even tell you the color of Widow Li's bellyband."

"Go away, I don't need to ask you this. I want to ask you, which mountain is the Black Wind Village on?"

"Black Wind Village? It's just halfway up the hill in the north. Why are you asking? If you don't raise pigs, you want to be a bandit? By the way, I haven't seen anyone from Black Wind Village come down to rob for a long time."

"Why be a bandit? I'm going to suppress bandits!" Yuan Feng's voice was loud and confident.

Of course he was confident. No matter how ferocious the bandits in Black Wind Village were, they were just a group of mortals.

As for himself, he was already a Qi-refining cultivator with the fifth-level cultivation base, so dealing with the bandits was a piece of cake for him.

"Suppress the bandits? Just you, haha..." Wang Er couldn't help laughing, "The masters in the city can't suppress the bandits, and you, a pig farmer, are daydreaming about it. What is your basis? Just with the broken iron on your shoulder?"

"A piece of broken iron? You have no idea. This is my flying sword, a magical weapon!"

Yuan Feng deliberately shook the flying sword, which flashed a dazzling golden light in the sunlight, extremely eye-catching.

"Wow, it's pretty. Where did you get it? I want to try it too."

"You should go fishing. Do you want to stab fish with a flying sword? Forget it. I won't talk to you, a country bumpkin. Are you sure that the Black Wind Village is on the low mountain in the north?"

"That's right, but do you really want to go and fight the bandits?"

"It really couldn't be truer."

Yuan Feng shook his head, walked towards the north with his flying sword on his shoulder, without caring about his relatives.

"Hey, this pig farmer is crazy." Wang Er complained as he looked at Yuan Feng's receding back.

Suddenly, he remembered something important and hurriedly chased after Yuan Feng.

He had to follow and see. If Yuan Feng was really stupid enough to go to Black Wind Village and was hacked to death by the bandits, he would be making a fortune.

Yuanfeng's family has more than a dozen pigs and a big dairy cow. Yuanfeng is alone, and when he dies, his property will have to be divided among the villagers.

If Wang Er was the first one to see Yuan Feng die, then the property would definitely be divided first, and a bigger share.

Half an hour later.

Walking on the mountain path, Wang Er was exhausted and out of breath.

"This is weird. How can the pig farmer run so fast with the iron sheet on his shoulder? I have nothing in my hands and can't catch up with him."

Wang Er wiped the sweat off his face and sat down under the shade of a tree.

Since I can’t catch up, I might as well give up.

It's just right to wait here. If we go forward, it will be the territory of Black Wind Village. Wang Er doesn't dare to go forward.

Wait a moment, as long as the Yuan Feng doesn't subside, then we can announce his death.

And he, Wang Er, could also go down the mountain to have a feast and divide the property.

……

Yuan Feng is here.

Going up the road, the whole way was desolate.

It doesn't look like there are copycats.

"Could it be that Wang Er, that bastard, lied to me?"

Despite his doubts, Yuan Feng still didn't intend to give up.

Now that we are here, it would be a shame to go back home now.

After walking up a little further, we finally made a discovery.

It is a wooden sentry post.

What’s a bit strange is that this sentry post is already mostly covered with vines and looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.