defiant

Chapter 3 Faceless Man

Practitioner.....?
Mo Qingchu had been waiting for this day for a long time.

The village head grandfather looked at him, sighed slightly, and said, "Xiao Mo, have you really thought about it, really want to practice?"

Mo Qingchu nodded, and said firmly, "Yes!"

The village chief looked at Mo Qingchu for a long time with his face without facial features, and finally he just said, "I still can't let go of what happened four years ago?"

Mo Qingchu replied silently.

Four years ago, as soon as he traveled to this world, he encountered evil spirits and slaughtered them in Mojia Village.

He didn't know what this kind of evil was called. From a distance, it looked like a cloud of black mist. Wherever it floated, all creatures would be sucked out.

Mo Qingchu watched the villagers turn into mummies, but at that time, he still couldn't tell if this was reality or a dream.

I just crossed over, and I was still in a very confused and confused state.

Until... this cloud of black mist came in front of him!
A woman shouted his name, and then pushed away Mo Qingchu who was staying where she was, and she was sucked out of all vitality by the black mist.

Only after merging the memories of the original owner did he realize that this woman was the mother of this body.

He and Mo Shuli's mother.

In fact, this cloud of black mist was raging in the village, and no one could escape.

But the woman still pushed her child away, choosing to delay with her life for a moment.

It seems to be a fatal situation for everyone, but what if?
——What if.

The woman exchanged everything she had for this [in case].

But even so, a small cloud of black mist still touched Mo Qingchu's forehead.

Then, he started to have a splitting headache.

Before he passed out, he vaguely saw his frightened younger brother Mo Shuli beside him, a dim golden light began to shine between his brows, the blind man's eyes didn't change that much, but at that moment, he His eyes seemed to have turned into an indescribable indifference.

"A hallucination?" This was Mo Qingchu's last thought before passing out.

When he woke up, he and Mo Shuli were already in Baijia Village.

It was Uncle Li, a blacksmith, who found the two brothers lying on the ground at the gate of the village, and then this strong man carried them back.

These two poor young men from other places were taken in by Baijia Village.

Later, Mo Qingchu asked the village chief that before he fell into a coma, he saw a change in his younger brother.

After pondering for a moment, the village chief gave him the answer: "I guess a practitioner passed by, and then used the method of cultivation to control Mo Shuli's body and save the two of you."

Mo Qingchu looked at the village chief's blank face, unable to see what expression he had when he said these words.

But since then, Mo Qingchu has become very interested in so-called practitioners.

He always likes to pester the village chief and ask him to tell him some stories about practitioners.

But from what he said, Mo Qingchu could feel that the village chief didn't want him to become a practitioner.

According to the village chief, the vast majority of people do not want their descendants to become practitioners.

"Grandpa Village Chief, why, aren't practitioners the guardians of this world, are they people who resist evil spirits?"

"Just like what you said before, even if there is a natural disaster, the practitioner will always be on the front line." Mo Qingchu was puzzled at that time.

Practitioners have strict internal discipline and many constraints. Even if they have power beyond ordinary people, they are not superior to all living beings.

In Mo Qingchu's concept, these practitioners are more like the ancient fairy tales on the earth, in which the practitioners take protecting the common people as their own responsibility, rather than for their own selfishness like the fairy puppet dramas in recent years. , falling in love will destroy the world.

The village head of the Faceless Man looked at Mo Qingchu and said, "Yes, there are many titles for practitioners, such as Taoist, Beneficiary, Demon Exorcist..."

"But you know, what do many people call them?"

"what?"

"The craziest madman in the world, unpredictable disasters, potential demons..." the village chief said in a deep voice.

"Why?" Mo Qingchu was even more confused.

The village head replied patiently: "Cultivators do have more powerful power than us ordinary people."

"Even the humblest cultivator possesses unrivaled power by ordinary people."

"However, to gain power, one must pay a price."

Mo Qingchu couldn't help repeating: "Is there a price?"

The village head nodded, and continued: "For example, some practitioners have to endure the piercing pain every night when the moon is full until the sun rises."

"For example, some practitioners are still in the prime of life, but their faces are full of wrinkles, their hair is gray, and their life expectancy is not long. Every time they use mana, they will overdraw their lives."

"Different practitioners may not have the same symptoms, but they all have their own price to pay."

Mo Qingchu said in astonishment: "Without exception?"

The village chief answered with certainty: "Without exception."

His tone is firm, as if this is an iron rule known to the world.

"But what does this have to do with the world's craziest lunatics, unpredictable disasters, potential demons...?" Mo Qingchu asked.

The village head said: "The costs I mentioned above generally come from the human body."

"And the stronger the practitioner, the more likely there will be problems here." The village chief raised his finger and pointed to his head.

"Once a powerful cultivator goes crazy, do you think he is worthy of these titles?" said the head of the Faceless Man village.

Mo Qingchu was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect that practice could make people go crazy.

"Since ancient times, there have been no one out of ten people who have achieved a good death among those who have cultivated a high level of cultivation."

Although Mo Qingchu couldn't see the village chief's expression, he could hear a bit of sadness from his tone.

He could probably guess what the village head meant by "Unable to die well".

A cultivator is crazy, waiting for his end, [-]% is... killed by other practitioners!
Obviously, practitioners in this world are not quite what Mo Qingchu imagined.

And because of the various disadvantages of practice, the village chief felt that Mo Qingchu was very interested in practice because of what happened four years ago.

After all, four years ago, the place where he grew up, his relatives and friends were all slaughtered by evil spirits.

Hatred of evil spirits is the reason and motivation for many people to become practitioners.

It's just that Mo Qingchu didn't give the village head grandfather a positive response to what happened four years ago.

After chatting with the village chief for a while, Mo Qingchu resigned.

Before leaving, he did not forget to put the sickle that blacksmith Uncle Li asked him to bring to the village head on the shelf.

The old village head on crutches looked at Mo Qingchu's back as he turned and left, and then glanced at the sickle on the shelf, his eyes gradually began to be in a trance.

Older people seem to be distracted suddenly.

.........

.........

After leaving the old village chief's house and giving the scissors to Aunt Sun along the way, Mo Qingchu went home.

On the way home, he walked briskly and was obviously in a good mood.

"Practitioners are coming, and finally there are practitioners coming to Baijia Village." Mo Qingchu clenched his fists slightly.

It was noon when he got home.

"Brother, you're back." Mo Shuli was blind but had good hearing.

"Well, I'm going to steam buns for you right now." He said.

"I'm really a little hungry." Mo Shuli began to ramble again: "I only drank some white porridge in the morning, and then took two bites..."

Mo Qingchu didn't listen carefully, but just glanced at his younger brother's shadow.

I saw his shadow eating with chopsticks, as if sending a message: "Brother, hungry, eat."

Mo Qingchu smiled and started steaming the buns.

One of the brothers is blind and the other has problems.

While waiting for the steamed buns to be cooked, Mo Qingchu couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

After time travel, in the process of coma, he seemed to have a very long dream, and his memory and the memory of the original owner, Mo Qingchu, merged.

The current him is equivalent to the fusion of two people and two souls.

He is still Mo Qingchu, but not just Mo Qingchu.

According to past memories, Mo Qingchu's eyes were fine before, and he never "turned evil" around people.

"Is it because I crossed over and my soul merged?"

"Or is it because that damn black mist touched my forehead?" He thought to himself.

After the buns came out of the cage, the two brothers sat down at the wooden table.

Just as Mo Shuli was about to reach out, he was slapped by Mo Qingchu: "Hot."

He looked at his blind brother, got straight to the point, and said straightforwardly: "The village chief grandpa told me that practitioners are coming to Baijia Village."

"Is it the [preacher] you mentioned earlier, the one that recruits newcomers?" Mo Shuli said.

"Yes." Mo Qingchu nodded.

"It's finally our Baijia Village's turn." Mo Shuli said softly.

After the two chatted for a few more words, Mo Qingchu handed the not-so-hot bun to Mo Shuli.

The blind brother took the bun, squeezed it lightly, and suddenly said, "Brother, do you really say that after death, people will enter reincarnation?"

"Probably." Mo Qing said clearly.

This kind of saying is very popular on Earth, and not only in China, but also in many countries.

But in this world, there has never been the theory of reincarnation.

The father of the two brothers left early, and the mother was sucked out of life by the black mist.

When Mo Shuli was sad, Mo Qingchu would bring up the theory of reincarnation to comfort him.

At this moment, holding the bun, he smiled and said to his younger brother: "Mother is three years old, she is a little kid, she must be very cute."

(End of this chapter)