"Wangyuejing!"
"There are three thousand water in it, and each ladle has magical power. It can hold the stars, and the magic can frighten ghosts and gods."
"Well Master: Xin Zhuo."
"Jing: Mortal."
"Yuehua:10/100."
"Sacrifice to the spirit: 0/15."
"Feed back: 0/50."
"Fusion: 0/50."
"Feeding:0/30"
In the room, burning hemp straw cores and tung seed oil gave off a pungent smell. The light was only enough to illuminate an area about the size of a palm, but it was enough to see the strange personal board that appeared in the well.
Xin Zhuo suppressed his excitement and spent two sticks of incense to study the well thoroughly.
To put it simply, this is a well that is powered by moonlight, shares the power of others, and provides unknown abilities to the well owner——
Jing: As the name suggests, it is a state.
Yuehua: The moonlight of the day and the moon.
Sacrifice to spirits: Give well water to humans or animals to drink, forming an invisible bond with the well owner. There are only 15 people in total. The people being sacrificed are not in any danger or discomfort, and they will not even be aware of it. When the sacrificial spirit is full, all ties with the original sacrificial spirit can be released and replaced.
Feedback: Everything owned by the sacrificial spirit, including lifespan, cultivation, martial arts, charm, temperament, and appearance, can be seized and shared permanently by the owner of the well, and the sacrificial spirit is also unable to detect it. The premise is that loyalty, apology, and debt are required, which are equivalent to karma and destiny. After one of them reaches half, it can be captured and shared.
Fusion: The abilities provided by different sacrificial spirits can be fused into mutant abilities by consuming moonlight. Of course, you can also choose to absorb them directly or discard them. Discarding them also requires moonlight.
Feeding: The root bones of the spirit worshiper are exhausted and cannot be improved. You can feed them water from the Moon Watching Well for re-cultivation. Note: Each person offering sacrifices to the spirit can only take the water from Wangyue Well three times in his life. The absorption rate varies from person to person.
In addition, after the numerical operation is full, the various abilities of Wangyue Well can be upgraded. After the upgrade, the abilities provided to the well owner will be more abundant, but the candidates for the soul sacrifice must be enhanced at the same time.
This well does not immediately give the well owner the ability to defy the heavens, but after operation, he can obtain unknown magical powers.
This kind of familiarity with the difficulty of low-level dungeon operations made Xin Zhuo, who was an average reader in his previous life, but could spend three days and three nights playing through the game, find it confusing.
His bad mood suddenly cleared up! His eyes became bright under the dim light.
The future doesn't seem that bad. At least he can develop a strange ability so that he won't be stabbed casually.
Even if it develops smoothly, it can carve out a bloody road and break out a broad road.
Of course, the top priority is to find the sacrifice spirit. There is no choice but to have five bandits under his command. Because of the three options of loyalty, apology and debt, the whole world has been temporarily blocked.
No one would be loyal to a bandit leader for no reason, no one would owe a debt to a bandit, and no one would feel sorry for a bandit leader.
It seems difficult to cultivate the apology and debt of five vicious bandit subordinates, because they do not have these attributes at all.
But loyalty is still a bit reliable, otherwise the five people would have abandoned him and run away as soon as his grandfather died.
Find ways to form bonds with them, then cultivate their loyalty, practice martial arts, and finally feed them back to yourself!
He thought about it for a while and felt that it could be done in one go.
I got up and rummaged through the cabinets, and finally took out a solid cloth bag with three layers inside and three layers outside.
Opening the door, the moonlight was bright and the mountain scenery was hazy.
In the kitchen diagonally opposite, the last three cabbages of the cottage, cooked by Han Qiniang and his younger brother Han Jiulang, have been cut into a large pot. Next to it are crushed coarse salt, and a bowl of chili and garlic.
However, the two siblings stood side by side in front of the door, looking straight at somewhere in the courtyard, with a look of horror on their faces: "Damn it, Boss, our well is gone, it's haunted!"
For the bandits who are fierce, murderous and murderous, fearless of heaven and earth, and dare to pull down the emperor even if they are killed, they are still very afraid of ghosts.
"No...forget it, I will drink mountain streams from now on. Nongfu Spring is a bit sweeter and tastes better than the rancid well water. I will cook cabbage today."
Xin Zhuo explained perfunctorily and rolled up his sleeves skillfully.
"Well……"
This bachelor's free and easy attitude was a bit difficult for the siblings to accept, and then their fear of the disappearance of the well disappeared: "Zi said you know how to cook?"
"Zi Yue" is the "elegant name" used by bandits for scholars.
Being unable to carry your shoulders, unable to lift with your hands, being too lazy to hold up your chopsticks when they fall over, and talking nonsense are also the labels of most "Confucius".
"Of course! My grandfather once praised me for cooking cabbage well!"
"Okay!" The siblings didn't want to be polite to him. They dropped what they were doing and turned to leave.
Xin Zhuo's cooking skills in his previous life were pretty good. Vinegar cabbage, spicy and sour cabbage, and cabbage and pork vermicelli stew made the kids next door hungry, but that's not the point.
The cabbage was stewed with water from Wangyue Well. Then, in order to ensure the success of the one-time bond, he opened the last jar of sorghum mixed with fermented glutinous rice that his grandfather regarded as a treasure during his lifetime, and took another full spoonful of it from "Wangyue Well". .
After two pillars of incense, they gathered in the Yiyi Hall.
All six people from Fulong Village plus a little yellow dog gathered together.
Xin Zhuo sat on the tiger-skin chair, which was not completely preserved and even exuded a faint fishy smell, with a serious expression.
The five thieves looked at the grey, burnt-smelling stewed cabbage in the bowl in front of them, and fell into deep thought.
"Everyone!"
Xin Zhuo was the first to break the silence, "I have something to say!"
The five thieves raised their heads together, with no trace of emotion on their faces. The words "Master said" have always been like an old lady's footcloth, long, smelly, and full of prejudice.
"The situation our village is facing is extremely severe. Other bandits are besieging us, and the government is suppressing us. If one of us is not good, we may die without a burial place." Xin Zhuo tried his best to stay calm.
"hehe……"
The thieves waited for a while and heard nothing, so they couldn't help but laugh weakly.
It's a matter of course, why bother repeating it? If you don't have a solution to your dilemma, a whole inspiring poem might be more practical.
"Actually, it's like this..."
Xin Zhuo stood up and sighed. When dealing with the bandits, he said something or made a lie. To be honest, it was of little use: "I squinted for a while at noon, and my grandfather gave me a dream. He scolded me quite unpleasantly. He scolded me for being incompetent." Leading the cottage, scolding you for not being loyal enough to me, wasting his care for you all these years. If he continues like this, the cottage will fall apart. I think you have the right to know this."
The thieves were stunned for a moment, and subtle changes finally occurred on their faces.
Everyone here is either a homeless person picked up by the old boss, or someone who was adopted from a young age. It can be said that the kindness is as great as a mountain.
When it comes to the old boss, even if he despises the young boss and is full of sarcastic remarks, he still can't say anything.
After a long time, the fourth master let out a long and thin sigh with his orchid finger particularly conspicuous: "The first master is a bit annoying. I can't stop crying, and I feel so ashamed. Since the old master is entrusting you with a dream, has there been any way to get out of trouble?"
"That's right!"
The thieves cheered up a little. The old master was a hero from Fulong Mountain. Even the masters of Qiugong Pavilion had to give him some slack. How could he be so sad when he was still alive?
"Grandpa seems to have said it, but not completely!"
"Uh...oh?"
"The old man said that since I am the head of the family, I should protect you and let me figure it out myself."
"Where's the storyteller? Just you?"
"That's right! It's just me!"
"How to protect it?"
"Secrets!"
"You have?"
"I have!"
The faces of the bandits changed drastically.
In this world where martial arts is the foundation, everything is low-grade, only martial arts is good, and advanced martial arts are monopolized by a small number of top martial arts families, sects, and officials, how precious are martial arts classics?
"where?"
"here!"
Xin Zhuo fiercely took out the package and slammed it on the table, "There are exactly five books, all of which are masterpieces in martial arts. My grandfather regarded them as his life treasures.
If you want to survive and find a way out, you must become a master as soon as possible. Of course, with your ingenuity, it must not be difficult. "
These secret books are indeed grandfather's collection, and they are very secret. He just searched his memory and found them out specifically.
The content is bitter and difficult to understand, and it has a sense of deja vu as a street vendor who made mysteries in his previous life. At least he can't play with it, but there may be hope for the five local thieves.
"Your judgment makes sense, but...give it all to us?"
The eyes of the five thieves became intense, staring directly at the package.
"Give it all!" Xin Zhuo said firmly.
"What's the price?" Cui Ying'er, the second head of the family, asked in a deep voice.
"Good question!" Xin Zhuo paced back and forth with a sincere tone, "As a disciple, I have no hope of practicing martial arts. My greatest hope and the price is for you to succeed in martial arts and find a way out. From now on, remembering the kindness of our ancestors and grandchildren, we will never leave you and protect Fulong Village together, that’s all!”
"The boss..."
"Benevolence and justice!"
The thieves are very fond of this trick. The so-called kindness in the world is more than the parents of the person who was born and the teacher who taught the skills.
The old leader is a true master, which is why Fulong Village, with only six or seven people, can be ranked first among the three bandit villages in Fulong Mountains.
However, although the old master was generous and gave them advice on weekdays, he always disliked the thieves and his grandson Xin Zhuo because they were not talented enough and refused to teach them real kung fu. This time he was invited to a duel and died of serious injuries. Unexpected accident, he didn't even make a will before his death. If Xin Zhuo didn't mention it, who would have known that his old man had such valuable things as secret books left behind?
At this moment, how could they not be moved by the master's awe-inspiring righteousness and teaching skills without being a teacher?
The heat has arrived.
Xin Zhuo took the opportunity to bring up the jar of sorghum glutinous rice, poured a bowl into it each person, and then raised it high: "We bandits must be bloody. This difficulty is not worth mentioning now. I want you to become masters and defeat the other two villages." , beating nuns and beheading children, saying that in the future, we will capture Fufeng City, kill the dog magistrate, plunder the magistrate’s daughter to become the wife of the village, and plunder all directions. No one in the world dares to compete with us! In one sentence, our journey is... Stars and sea! Do it!"
This sentence has no technical content, and is even very good. Moreover, the thieves present may not understand where the stars and the sea are, but the victory is due to the cheats and brainwashing. The thieves were inevitably aroused and raised their glasses at the same time:
"The sea of stars!"
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