Yin Tong began to deliver meals to the boy, ranging from lotus leaf chicken to various pastries, melon seed snacks to fried chicken cakes, and he would come to the yard to stroll for a while at a fixed time every day.
Gradually, she got used to eating here together.
Compared to eating delicacies by yourself or eating with a bunch of chattering monsters, it is indeed more appetizing to sit in a forest full of peach blossoms and look at the handsome face of a young man.
Today's topic is still Feitian Ferry, Pharmacist Sect, and Wu Heng.
"So Wu Heng is not a good man, but a devil?" She pinched her nose and felt disgusted as she just heard the story of how the other party refused to accept the patient and even poisoned him, causing the patient to die suddenly three days after returning home.
They are said to be a reputable and upright family, but in fact they are really bad at heart.
"Well, he wasn't a good guy anyway." The boy nodded, eating the cakes on the table very carefully and politely, looking a little well-behaved for some reason.
Yin Tong glanced at the plate of pastries suspiciously, then picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. The next second, he was so spicy that he made an emoji, "Pah, pah, pah, hey, don't you think it's unpalatable?"
"Hmm?" The young man raised his eyes slightly to look at her, then handed her a glass of water and whispered, "It's a little spicy, but it's not inedible. I'm already satisfied as long as it can fill my stomach."
Yin Tong lowered his eyes and stared at the water beside him, and suddenly stopped talking.
She was transformed by demonic energy, and was born sinister and eccentric. She had no way of coexisting peacefully with others, so whenever she was unhappy she would add ingredients to the boy's food, sometimes chili peppers, sometimes oil and salt.
But every time the boy would eat it silently and carefully, as if he was tasting some delicious delicacy.
"Hey." Yin Tong kicked him under the table and asked, "Are you often bullied in the Pharmacist Sect?"
"Not bad." The young man slowly swallowed the cake and took a sip of water before speaking, "It's my poor aptitude."
That's being bullied.
No wonder Yin Tong sneaked into Feitian Ferry that day. There was no one on the mountain early in the morning, and he was the only one sweeping the floor.
"Hmph, it's true that there's no such thing as good in a reputable sect. I think your sect leader, Wu Heng, is not far from going insane." She complained about the Pharmacist Sect and slammed the table. "Why don't you just join us at Yinshan? We'll have plenty to eat anyway."
The young man was startled, but when he came to his senses, he pursed his lips and refused to agree, "I want to cultivate immortality."
"What's so difficult about this? Our boss can transform into a human form with just a wisp of demonic energy, so it will be a piece of cake for him to take you to practice and ascend. Just wait for me!" Yin Tong slammed the table, turned around and walked out of the yard, and ordered his monsters to snatch the cultivation secrets from the scripture libraries of various sects.
She made up her mind.
She wanted to train that silly boy into a top cultivator, give the Pharmacist Sect a slap in the face, and let those so-called famous and upright sects see how blind they were!
The martial arts conference was not organized, and the various sects felt embarrassed. As a result, their homes were robbed within two days.
The scripture repositories and cultivation secrets of each sect have never been passed on to outsiders and are extremely important.
Yinshan’s move was a complete mistake.
The sects in the East China region no longer cared whether the Pharmacist Sect would show up or not, and hastily gathered the first wave of troops and rushed to the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
That day, the shouts and cries of killing at the foot of the mountain shook the heavens, and wave after wave of spiritual energy vibrations caused the peach blossoms in the courtyard to bloom and fall.
Amidst the falling petals, a young man in green clothes, with a tall and thin figure, stood under a peach tree, lowering his eyes and picking up a flower with a smile on his lips.
In the evening, Yin Tong returned with a few secret manuals. He placed them on the table in a casual manner, his lips pale as he spoke, "Ask me if you don't understand. Every spirit in our Yinshan Mountain is good at cultivation."
The young man saw the bloodstains winding beneath her dark skirt, covered by layers of peach blossoms. After hesitating for a few seconds, he whispered a thank you, "I will practice well."
Yin Tong laughed and said with satisfaction: "Then from now on, you will be my Yinshan disciple Ah Heng, and no longer be Jiang Ziheng from the Medicine Master Sect."
"Um."
So the young man settled down in Yinshan.
Yin Tong came to bring him food every day as usual.
The boy felt a little guilty and asked politely, "Isn't there a cafeteria in Yinshan? I can actually go eat by myself."
Hearing this, Yin Tong frowned and said, "Where are the canteens in a place where mountain spirits and wild monsters gather? They prefer to eat raw meat and suck out the brain marrow directly. If you go out and run around, be careful that you will be caught and eaten alive."
The boy was so frightened that his face turned pale and he lowered his head and dared not speak.
Yin Tong was finally satisfied and started eating with him.
In fact, Yinshan not only has a canteen, but also employs people from the Imperial Kitchen. They are provided with five insurances and one fund, food and accommodation, and dormitories for employees.
In the past, mountain goblins and wild monsters had to eat raw meat and drink blood because they had no conditions, but their taste buds can’t deceive either humans or monsters, so they also learned to enjoy life.
But Yin Tong looked at the young man with red lips, white teeth and an exceptionally handsome appearance, and for some reason didn't want him to go out and see people.
It would be best to stay in the small courtyard for the rest of your life.
As expected, the young man did not bring up matters of the yard again. Every day, apart from watering the flowers and weeding, he would study the secret books. Every time Yin Tong came over, he could see him pondering over a book, as if he couldn't find the key to it and looked very distressed.
It turns out that I don’t have the qualifications.
She sighed in her heart, but had no intention of helping at all.
She was waiting for the boy to ask her for help with a malicious look.
Finally, a month later, the young man hesitantly spoke to her: "I wonder if Boss Yinshan is free. I would like to pay him a visit and ask him some questions."
Yin Tong looked at him with a smile, "Okay."
Two months after entering Yinshan, the boy left the yard for the first time.
When he first saw the various architectural designs and amusement facilities in Yinshan, he widened his eyes in surprise and looked around again and again.
Yin Tong put his hands behind his back and said proudly, "How is it? It's much more interesting than your Medicine Master Sect, isn't it? Cultivating immortality doesn't mean becoming a monk. Your sick sect leader is still practicing in the deep mountains and old forests. It's so boring that it's killing me."
She complained about the Pharmacist Sect as she walked, as if she was afraid that the boy still had some good feelings towards his former master.
The young man listened quietly. He usually didn't talk back, so he just said softly, "The bamboo forest is nice, quiet and peaceful."
Yin Tong didn't take it seriously. She led him to a circular archway and pointed inside, saying, "Here, go in by yourself. Don't look at our boss when you see her. She has a bad temper and might dig your eyes out."
As she spoke, she gestured with two fingers in front of the boy, scaring him so much that he took a few steps back and nodded repeatedly, promising that he would not look around.
Yin Tong was satisfied. After the young man walked in tremblingly, she climbed over the wall into her room and slept behind a chaise longue. She stared at the figure walking in from outside through a layer of gauze that fell to the ground.
"Are you the new disciple?" She saw the other person standing in the middle of the living room, too embarrassed to know how to start, so she took the initiative and looked him over.
"Yes." The young man was obviously frightened by the warning in front of the door. He didn't dare to answer too loudly, and then he weakly made his request.
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