Wet viviparity

Chapter 21: The Demonic Way
Shu Si's going and coming back wasted a lot of his time to escape, but he never showed any impatience to seek refuge in front of Ji Ming.

Outside the pond, Ji Ming opened the small wooden box that Shu Si had brought for him. Inside was a small bag of fine green rice and a page of silver seals.

Ji Ming held the silver seal and said to Shu Si, "It's getting late, and I'm afraid something unexpected will happen. It's time for you and me to part.

Before we part, I will give you this silver seal, so that you can absorb the spiritual power of the sun and the moon and have some power to protect yourself in the future."

Shu Si looked at the page with the silver badge. Having been in the company for many years, how could he not know what this silver badge represented? He couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

Even if Shu San was alive, he would never be so kind to him.

"My lord!" Shu Si called out, weeping, "Your injuries have not yet healed. I will wait until you have recovered before I leave."

The name "Shu Si" was really awkward, and Ji Ming was afraid that it would hurt Shu Si's feelings, so he followed his lead.

After stuffing the silver seal into the other person's arms, Ji Ming said meaningfully: "Shu Si, you must remember that if anyone comes to you with a short poem in the future, it must be my closest friend.

You must treat him as my equal and treat him as you would treat me."

Although Shu Si was doubtful, he knew that the king had his own ideas, so he nodded solemnly and said, "Shu Si is short-sighted, but he has a loyal heart.

If anyone submits a short poem in the future, I will certainly serve you attentively. "

Ji Ming felt very satisfied. The so-called accumulation was not just knowledge and experience, but also useful monsters like Shu Si.

This is a good attempt, a leisurely move, and I hope it will bear good results one day in the future.

"Which short poem?"

"The Taoist priest Baiyun Huanghe has a zither, a sword and a cup of tea."

After parting with Shu Si, Ji Mingbai rested by the pond during the day, and with the help of some kind of power in the pond, he made the shadows of the words appear.

At night, they would practice the moon worship method facing the bright moon in the sky.

The Moon Worship Method is derived from the demons' belief in the moon, and it is the more ancient Yellow Sky Moon, not the Blue Sky Moon of today.

Ji Ming could not understand the difference between the two, but in order to successfully absorb and release spiritual energy through the Moon Worship Method, or the Form Refining Method, one must believe in Huangtian among the Three Heavens.

To use the words on the silver seal, the Yellow Sky is the most turbid, but all things can grow and thrive in it, so it is the most compassionate. To absorb and exhale the spiritual inspiration in it, one only needs to be sincere and obey Heaven.

This sentence made Ji Ming have some associations.

From this point of view, the dominant sky seems to have set restrictions on the output of spiritual inspiration, and is not as kind as the yellow sky.

The bright moon hangs in the sky like a silver plate, spreading its light everywhere.

On the jujube tree beside the pond, Ji Ming now looked like a vulture, listless, with his neck stretched out and opening and closing.

The moonlight flowed down like milk, and under the interference of some unknown force, it dripped into Ji Ming's beak.

After drinking the moonlight, Black Feather, which had been dull all over, finally regained some luster, and his sick body seemed to have gained some vitality.

"Gah!"

Ji Ming called out weakly and looked towards the distance.

There, the refugees who were once affected by the severe drought and migrated here to settle down have gradually developed into a small earthen village.

At the outermost edge of the village, there were some wooden stake fences as a defensive measure, and even in the middle of the night, there were several patrollers with fires.

After observing for a period of time, Ji Ming already knew why Master Bonni said that this group of refugees had made the place a mess.

As the saying goes, when they are busy, they are farmers, and when they are idle, they are bandits. The refugees who settled here can be said to be a perfect interpretation of this saying. Ji Ming circled around the village for more than one time, and he also knew the fundamental reason why this group of refugees often became bandits, which was the problem of land reclamation in the settlement.

If reclaimed farmland wants to truly become productive land, it will take at least three years of gestation period.

During these three years, the crops need to be carefully taken care of, and all kinds of farm tools have to be rented from outside, especially from the people in the thirteen major villages.

Farm tools must be rented out, and growing crops will incur high interest. If one is not careful, after three years, all the cultivated land may become the property of the creditor.

If you want to settle down, three years of land reclamation is a must.

During these three years, the village could not even make ends meet, so becoming bandits and robbing the merchants was the way to increase their income.

If it was just robbery, it would be fine, but they also developed the business of kidnapping.

Merchants from nearby places, especially those from the Thirteen Great Villages, were released if they paid some silver, but those from farther away would mostly be killed even if their families sent them silver.

The reason why Ji Ming observed so much was because he wanted to do something extraordinary.

In order to gain more accumulation before his next life [wet life], he has decided to practice the way of collecting and replenishing, so as to improve his own practice.

He has figured it out, no, he should have figured it out long ago, he is not trying to become a demon fairy, so why should he practice meditation day after day to achieve this pure and spiritual body.

Of course, in order to make oneself feel better and to be morally acceptable, the object of one's choice must be a very evil person.

If he fails to distinguish between good and evil and just randomly collects things, based on the values ​​he has shaped in peacetime, he will surely develop inner demons and his spiritual heart will be shattered.

Ji Ming often reminds himself to think twice before taking a step, as not everything is about benefits or disadvantages, or black and white.

In this refugee settlement, he specially selected several strong and evil bandits who were keen on killing people and humiliating the weak as the best targets for sexual intercourse.

After making up his mind, Ji Ming didn't hesitate and flew directly into the village under the cover of night.

The village was not big, mostly thatched huts with some shacks dotted around. He swooped down and tore off a dog's head with his rusty iron claws.

The hunting dog in the village that could give warnings died, and Ji Ming became even more reckless and flew towards the warehouse.

The three-story warehouse is built facing the pond, with flying eaves and upturned corners, and tiles on the ridge. It is both a granary and a lookout tower.

Ji Ming folded his wings and landed, standing on a raised corner. An invisible, dark wind was blowing the feathers on his body.

On the second floor, three savages were sleeping with the good girl they had recently kidnapped, but they were stimulated by a cold wind and their bodies were shaking.

A short man was kicked off the couch and driven out to close the doors and windows.

The short man cursed, tugged at his clothes, glanced at the woman who had been abused for half the night and was now huddled in a corner. For a moment, all his annoyance disappeared, and he even felt horny.

However, the leader on the couch liked to share happiness with others rather than enjoy it alone, so the short man had to suppress the anger in his heart.

He walked around the building, all the doors and windows were closed, and he couldn't help but murmured, "Where did this wind come from?"

He walked out the door, but unexpectedly the noise was a little louder. The head man on the couch cursed in a daze, which made the short man tiptoe.

Among the strong men and evil bandits, there are naturally different levels, and the dwarf is obviously the lowest level.

In the second-floor corridor outside the house, the short man looked at the bright moon and sparse stars outside the corridor. Just when he felt a little relieved, he saw a black shadow falling in front of him.

Looking closely, it looks like a bald eagle.

The short man stared at Ji Ming blankly, and Ji Ming was also staring at him.

(End of this chapter)