Great Rakshasa Heaven, Rakshasa Village
"The situation is like this. The tribesmen here regard us as bandits, but it is true that when students who don't know the truth see them, they will subconsciously think that they are monsters and kill them to find treasures. After all, everyone is here for treasures. Come."
In the cellar, Lin Xiaolu briefly told everyone the news he had received from Chief Yan, and the group suddenly realized it.
"Boss, I think this is a bit strange. Don't you think it's strange?"
In Xiao Yu'er's arms, Shuai Shuai Ya said with doubts on his face: "Although the truth is so reasonable, it is a bit far-fetched."
Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu didn't care. He put his head on his arms, lay down in the straw, crossed his legs and said:
"Whatever, we're here anyway. The clan leader is quite reasonable. He told us to stay here and said that as long as we don't cause trouble, he will let us go when this secret realm is over."
"Brother Lu, could he be lying to us?" Zhuang Baobao looked suspicious:
"Our spiritual power has been blocked by that old man using strange means. If he turns around and refuses to admit it, then we..."
Speaking of this, the expressions of several people couldn't help but change. Chief Yan's methods are not bad, not much worse than those of the gods. Their spiritual power has been blocked. Only Lin Xiaolu is fine. But obviously, Lin Xiaolu is But there are so many Rakshasa people.
In the corner, Bingtang'er, who was sitting with her legs crossed, frowned slightly and said:
"We have nothing to do now. No one thought that Chief Yan could directly snatch back the female Rakshasa named Fu Luo. We still have too little knowledge and thought that we could sit back and relax with a hostage."
"Yes, I can't beat you, so long as you can stay alive. Old Man Yan said that we can all move around in the village as we please, as long as it doesn't affect the lives of the villagers and we don't leave the village." Lin Xiaolu put on a pretentious look. Then the appearance of peace.
Seeing this, the other people had no choice but to stay there for now.
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"Click."
The huge purple radish was bitten open, and the sweet juice flowed out from the corner of the mouth.
"Bingtang, the radish here is delicious, don't you try it?"
While Lin Xiaolu was chewing on the water radish, he looked at the rock candy next to him who had bulging cheeks with a candied haws in his mouth.
She glanced at the huge radish in Lin Xiaolu's hand, her white eyes showing a lovely dull expression, as if she was thinking about why the radish here was dark purple and grew so big.
But she finally shook her head and refused Lin Xiaolu's kindness. She didn't really want to eat such a strange fruit.
Glancing at the passing villagers, Bingtang'er said doubtfully: "Xiaolu, the villagers look at us so strangely. They really don't seem to like us."
"It's normal. This thing is the first impression left by word of mouth." Lin Xiaolu said with a smile while nibbling a big radish:
"Just like when I was a child, the village uncle told us ghost stories, and the stories told were scary. Then our first impression of ghosts was that they were bad, scary, and scary. But in fact, we have never seen ghosts at all. We only heard from others. Said."
He said confidently: "But don't worry, the first impression can be broken, especially since I'm so handsome and well-educated. It won't take long for the Rakshasa in this village to like me, ho ho ho ho ho."
After finishing eating the radish, Lin Xiaolu, who was greedy, went to the ground and pulled another one out, washed it with water from a well nearby, and then continued to feast.
Chief Yan said that as long as they don't cause trouble, Rakshasa Village will treat them as landlords, and they can eat and drink as they please. He was planning to chat with Old Man Yan soon after he was full and drunk. Show your Qi and communicate.
"Lin Xiaolu, the fruit you asked for is here."
In the distance, Fu Luo appeared pushing a wooden cart filled with various fruits.
According to the rules of Rakshasa Village, the village cannot use abilities at will unless there is an emergency, so all Rakshasa people have been living a farming life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.
At this moment, Fu Luo came here pushing a cart full of fruits and complained: "Grandpa, the patriarch, regretted it after he found out about your appetite. If he had known better, he should have told you to get out."
"Haha, Grandpa Patriarch is still too young." Lin Xiaolu happily picked up a big watermelon from the car and started to eat it.
He found that the food of the Rakshasa tribe was very delicious. It was basically melons and fruits grown in the fields. It was not particularly sweet, but it was very moist and refreshing. It was very enjoyable to eat it in this summer.
"Where is your sister and the duck?" Fu Luo looked around and saw no one else, so he asked curiously.
"My sister is walking ducks in the village, and Baobao Zhuang is following her. He is now my sister's new henchman."
"What does dogleg mean?" Fuluo asked casually.
"That's what my little brother means. You don't understand this?"
On the side, the old god Bingtang'er, who was in a daze, was slightly startled when he heard the two people's words.
It turns out that I am Xiaolu’s bastard?
Beside them, the two girls watched Lin Xiaolu eating and drinking alone, and they briefly chatted with each other, becoming familiar with each other.
Soon, the boy was finally full. He patted his round belly, burped, and then swaggered towards Yan Buyi's thatched house.
When passing by the Rakshasa standing guard at the door, he excitedly patted the Rakshasa on the left's butt.
"Young man has a nice butt. Do you want to hang out with me in the future?"
Rakshasa was confused. After he entered the thatched house, he looked at his companion on the right in confusion:
"This human monk said that my butt is very perky. What does this mean?"
The Rakshasa on the right rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then said uncertainly:
"I'm not sure, but judging by his tone, he seems to be praising you, and I can see his love for talent on his face."
Hearing this, the Rakshasa was amused for a moment and said with a smile:
"I didn't expect that this human monk is quite discerning and not as bad as I thought."
At this moment, in the thatched house, Lin Xiaolu came to Yan Buyi who was knitting something, and said curiously:
"What is Chief Yan doing?"
"Weaving baskets."
Yan Buyi said, putting down the half-woven basket in his hands and looking at the young man in front of him:
"Little friend Lin, are you ready to show me how angry I am?"
"Yes, it's not a rare thing in the first place." Lin Xiaolu opened his hand to the old man, and the next moment, an invisible burning heat spread out from his palm.
"This is internal energy, which emanates from the Dantian. I have been practicing for a long time, and the true energy in my body has condensed into inner elixir, which is endless and endless."
In the field. Yan Buyi looked at the zhenqi in front of him carefully, felt the burning heat, and said with some surprise:
"It does not belong to the aura of heaven and earth, nor to all things in nature. Is this the transformation of your own natal energy?"
"Yes, does Chief Yan want to learn?" Lin Xiaolu asked with a smile.
In front of him, the elderly Yan Buyi carefully examined his inner strength for a while and then shook his head:
"We Rakshasa are born with the ability to communicate with the energy of all things in nature. Although your internal power is exquisite, I already have one, so there is no need to learn it."
"Yeah." Lin Xiaolu nodded: "Your Rakshasa's body should be different from that of human beings. In fact, I can't teach you. The Yi Jin Jing is a martial art created for the human body. If you want to learn it, you have to make some modifications. , this is very difficult, I guess only my duck can figure it out.”
