I want to create ten types of civilization

Chapter 7

The thought left the guild hall, and at the same time, a two-meter-long demon knife appeared in Xuan Mo's hand.

"Bah, bah!" The horse leading the carriage neighed in panic, and Xuan Mo hurriedly stopped it to avoid losing control.

Looking at the demon knife in his hand, Xuan Mo said in a calm voice, "Come out."

With a slip of his hand, the demon knife was no longer in his hand, but a delicate catkin was held in his hand.

Xuan Mo looked at the red-eyed girl sitting next to him, "Demon Sword Girl?"

"Master." A slightly cool and delicate voice sounded, and the girl's face turned a little rosy.

Feeling the softness in his hands, Xuan Mo chuckled, an emotional person is better than a cold weapon, at least in terms of getting along.

"Follow me from now on." Xuan Mo said.

"Yes, master." In response, the blushing Yaodao Ji returned directly to the knife.

"Still shy."

Xuan Mo chuckled, and brought up the item on Yao Dao Ji on the personal page.

Yaodao Ji: Identity shikigami, the main body is a girl, but accidentally merged with the demon sword, has three forms of flesh body, spirit body, and weapon, can use the demon sword to fight by itself, the strength level is two Gouyu (can be upgraded.)
After reading the information about Yaodao Ji, Xuan Mo thought in his heart that Gouyu, the second level of strength, should refer to the strength of the Onmyoji system. In this world at this time, Yaodao Ji should at least be at the level of a first-class master. In addition to the characteristics of the spirit body, Presumably there are not many people who can defeat Yaodao Ji.

So...his safety is more assured!

"Brother, who are you talking to?" Xiaoyan Lingji poked her head out again, with a lollipop in her mouth, but she was stunned when she noticed the huge demon knife beside Xuanmo.

"Heh." Xuan Mo chuckled and said, "I'll introduce you to a friend."

Patting the blade, the figure of Yaodao Ji reappeared, seeing the big sister who suddenly appeared, Xiaoyan Lingji was stunned.

"Xiao Yan, this is Demon Sword Fairy, you two should get along well." Xuan Mo introduced.

"Is sister called Yaodao Ji? My name also has the word Ji, Yan Ling Ji." Hearing Xuan Mo's words, Xiao Yan Ling Ji introduced herself, but stared at Yao Dao Ji with some hostility.

Xuan Mo noticed this, but didn't say anything, let Yao Dao Ji and Xiao Yan Ling Ji into the carriage, Xuan Mo started to drive seriously, and when it was resting at night, Xuan Mo realized that Xiao Yan Ling Ji's hostility towards Yao Dao Ji had disappeared. It disappeared, but the gaze towards Yaodao Ji had a tinge of sympathy instead.

At night, Xuan Mo fell asleep with Xiaoyan Lingji and...uh, a demon knife in his arms.

A gust of cool wind blew into the carriage, and the little girl couldn't help but curl herself up in a warm place.

……

After more than half a month, Xuan Mo finally found the Yin-Yang family in Qin State after inquiring all the way.

"Stop, the Yinyang family is stationed, who are you!" Before reaching the door, the two of Xuan Mo were stopped by the disciples of the Yinyang family.

These disciples stared at Xuan Mo with wary expressions, as if they were afraid that he would get angry and hurt someone. The huge demonic sword behind him was too intimidating.

"Everyone, my brother and sister want to join the Yin-Yang Family, can you recommend me?" Xuan Mo said politely, holding Yan Lingji's little hand.

"Join our Yin Yang family?"

"That's right." Xuan Mo affirmed.

"This…"

Several disciples looked embarrassed. Almost all the disciples of the Yin Yang family were orphans adopted from the outside world. It was rare for someone to take the initiative to visit and join the Yin Yang family. He, an ordinary disciple, could not make the decision.

"You all step back." A clear and beautiful voice sounded, several Yin Yang disciples turned around and were shocked.

"I've met Master Dongjun!"

After bowing respectfully, several Yin Yang family disciples did not dare to delay and left immediately.

Xuan Mo looked at the slim figure that appeared. The goose yellow and gold skirt could not hide the proud figure. The waist was slim and graceful, just like the flowing wind. The black and smooth hair was draped over the shoulders, setting off the beauty and indifference. His face was pure and pure, his mouth seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his eyes showed a hint of scorn.

She is the Yin Yang family... Concubine Yan of Dongjun!
At this time, Concubine Yan was only a few years older than Xuan Moxu, but the aura of the powerful person made the latter dare not ignore her.

"You come with me." Concubine Yan said calmly, then turned around and walked into the courtyard.

Fang Xuanmo followed Yan Lingji's little hand, but his mind was racing. Concubine Dongjun Yan appeared here, is it a coincidence or...

"I have seen Master Dongjun."

Walking along with Concubine Yan, the Yin-Yang disciple Gu greeted respectfully, but the former didn't pay attention.

When they came to a very special building, several people stopped. The reason why this place is special is that other places are more or less guarded by the disciples of the Yin Yang family, but this is the only place where it is not.

Concubine Yan raised her hand and pushed the palace door open a gap, and walked in.

Seeing the dim environment inside the palace, Xuan Mo gritted his teeth and led Yan Lingji to follow.

Bang!
The moment the two of them entered, the door of the palace closed directly.

This is an empty and gloomy hall. In front of it is a high platform that looks like an emperor standing. On it stands a figure with a black mask and a black robe, which looks mysterious and eerie.

"Don't be afraid." Sensing Xiaoyan Lingji's fear, Xuan Mo comforted softly.

"Yeah." He replied, but the little hand holding Xuan Mo became more and more forceful.

"My lord Donghuang, you have already arrived." Concubine Yan saluted slightly to the figure on the high platform, and then stood aside, where there was a masked woman in a blue moon robe, look at the light purple hair The hairline is Luna.

Xuan Mo felt a little scared. Even though there were only three people in the hall besides him and Xiaoyan Lingji, none of these three people were easy to mess with, especially Donghuang Taiyi, who was even more unpredictable!
"You... are special." A magnetic and thick voice came from the high platform.

Xuan Mo didn't reply, and didn't even dare to look at the other party, but Concubine Yan and Moon God at the side looked at this rather handsome man a bit more when they heard Donghuang Taiyi's words.

But it was just a glance, because in their eyes, Xuan Mo was just an ordinary person, without any energy breath on his body. Noticing this, the two couldn't help looking at the girl next to the man, could it be Donghuang? The adults are not talking about the man, but the girl?
However, Donghuang Taiyi's next words directly corrected the two's wrong thoughts.

"Your knife... is special."

Kick-kick!

As Donghuang Taiyi finished speaking, the demon knife behind Xuan Mo actually started to tremble.

"If you want to enter my Yinyang family, you will never be betrayed."

"Yes, Lord Donghuang." Xuan Mo spoke for the first time since he came in. It wasn't that he didn't want to say it before, but Donghuang Taiyi's words made him unable to speak at all.

"Ah."

Appearing satisfied, he was silent for a while, and Donghuang Taiyi's voice sounded again:
"Thunder fills with rain, and ape chirps and chirps at night.

The wind is rustling and the wood is rustling, thinking about your son and leaving you alone.

Today your name is Shangui, you are the same as the five elders, and you are the sixth elder of the Yinyang family. "

"Yes!"

Xuan Mo saluted slightly, and at the same time the clothes on his body began to change, a cloud of gray gas like smoke entangled him, and when the gas disappeared, Xuan Mo's clothes had changed to mainly gray, black as the pavement, and gold embroidered on it barren mountains and stone forests.

At this moment, Xuan Mo seemed to be much more energetic, and he had a sense of majesty and melancholy. Sure enough, the saying that people rely on their clothes is true. Yan Lingji, who was standing next to Xuan Mo at this moment, understood it deeply.

(End of this chapter)