I'm a demon cultivator

It was a little awkward to get along with his savior for the first time, but after Tan Shuchang took the initiative to help him find a way out, the atmosphere between him and him became harmonious and friendly again.

And Tan Shuchang also knew who the other party was.

Chuzhou Tianjian Mansion, the son of the previous patriarch of the Dong family, the famous sword master in the world of immortal cultivation.

"Thank you to Junior Sister Dong Dong for me."

Tan Shuchang said, his expression was sincere and his words were earnest.

He thought he had no intersection with the Dong family, and the only one who could be related to him was probably that little girl.

Therefore, Tan Shuchang couldn't help but start to reflect on himself at this moment.

He felt that he should have judged others by his own mean heart. He helped that little girl several times. Although the little girl who looked like a demon cultivator didn't even say thank you on weekdays and drew her sword very diligently, she would still spare no effort to help him when she really encountered something!

When he first met the little girl from the Dong family, Tan Shuchang remembered that the little girl was crying because of the fictitious arranged marriage. And what was more coincidental at that time was that Tan Shuchang happened to hear from his mentor, the black-hearted old man, that the head of the Jianxia Sect, the Fairy Poetry, was the most hypocritical person. She usually hated and hated women who cried for men at every turn.

There are many "celestial maidens" in the Jianxia Sect, and this is the origin.

And there are several of them who were once the direct disciples of the Fairy Poetry.

So, Tan Shuchang took the initiative to come forward and let the little girl look at it more openly, so as not to be turned into a living puppet by the old woman and become a walking corpse at a young age.

And the second time, Tan Shuchang found that the licking dog ghost of the Jianxia Sect was on the cliff of thinking. At that time, he vaguely realized that there was something wrong with the ghost, so he persuaded the little girl to leave quickly.

The third time...

The past three years of intersections flashed through his mind in an instant, and Tan Shuchang couldn't help but feel ashamed. He actually suspected that it was this little girl who stole his diary.

So, Tan Shuchang used the remaining 99% of his normal mind to start thinking, who or what was so bored to steal his diary?

Is his diary so worth stealing?

And at this moment, seeing Tan Shuchang's sincere look, Master Jian couldn't help but tighten his sleeves. Although he knew that the two volumes of diaries would not fall out, he still wanted to confirm it uncontrollably at this moment.

Then, Master Jian smiled and said, "Of course, of course, Dong Dong, this little girl, don't look at her expressionless face at ordinary times, in fact, she has always been expressionless..."

Tan Shuchang came back to his senses: "..."

Could this be the legendary "put it here, put it here"?

Being looked at by Tan Shuchang with a slightly strange expression, Master Jian also reacted and said something strange, so he smiled awkwardly and took out a pair of fine pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

"To be honest, Fellow Daoist Tan, I have long admired the poems you wrote in the imperial examination. Please leave a seal on it, or write a few words."

Hearing this, Tan Shuchang looked at the words on the paper - the moon on earth is the saddest, and autumn has come and gone in dreams.

This is really what he wrote.

But he wrote it in his previous life, and he really couldn't do it at that time, so he just used these two sentences to fool around. After all, the imperial examination was just a procedure, and he just had to not hand in a blank paper and embarrass Emperor Yi.

So, Tan Shuchang raised his hand and lightly touched it, and the fine ink stick moved on its own, and then the water vapor condensed and fell into the inkstone, and soon there were circles of ink ripples in it.

Tan Shuchang picked up the pen, dipped it lightly in ink, and then he wrote his name.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Tan, for your kindness!"

Young Master Jian laughed and seemed very happy. He brushed his hand to dry the ink, and then solemnly put the paper away.

He actually didn't admire these two lines of poetry at all, after all, these two lines were not even enough to be doggerel.

What he really wanted was just to write this down.

After all, the diary was originally there, and if there was no writing, this collection would seem a little imperfect.

"It's just a small thing that can't even be considered as a small effort." Tan Shuchang said this, and he couldn't help feeling a little subtle in his heart, because he could see that this sword master was really happy for his writing down.

So...

He actually has an admirer who comes to him because of his poems?

And it's an admirer of extraordinary status?

Even after years of calmness, Tan Shuchang couldn't help feeling a little bit erratic in his heart at this moment.

"So, I actually have some literary talent?"

For a moment, Tan Shuchang couldn't help but start to think about whether he should write some poems and articles in the future?

...

Just when someone thought that he really had literary talent, the Lord of the Demon Sect had already prepared a new secret realm for Long Zhangyuan.

Those who could not contact Zhao Huaiji and did not think that he was dead took out another opportunity.

Dream Immortal Sleeping Stone!

This was the place where a near-immortal who practiced dream magic sat and slept when he was still in the Jiawu Realm. Over time, this originally ordinary mountain rock has undergone extraordinary changes.

Especially after the near-immortal left the inheritance of dream magic in it when he left, this stone has undergone a fundamental transformation.

It is not a magic weapon, but it is stronger than most magic weapons. Although it is not a spiritual treasure, it has spirituality similar to spiritual treasures.

If this dream fairy sleeping stone can be given some more time, it may become a strange mountain and sea beast. But now, of course, this is no longer possible.

The ancestors of Tujian Mountain have left the sword seals of 72 phases on this stone.

This not only prevents the spirituality in the stone from growing stronger, but also keeps the dream fairy heritage in it, and will not escape.

The inheritance of the dream fairy was originally going to drift away.

Come with the wind, enter with the dream.

Those who are destined to get it.

"When Junior Brother Long finishes this big dream, I think he will be much more mature." An old ancestor of Tujian Mountain looked at Long Zhangyuan who had already fallen asleep and sighed.

Long Zhangyuan is indeed a bit uncultivated at the moment. Not only did he mess up the affairs of Caiyun Valley, but he didn't even succeed in breaking a stepping stone.

But they are still very patient.

Firstly, he was the son of destiny appointed by the ancestors, and it was not easy to be born; secondly, it was because Long Zhangyuan was originally just a boy from a fishing village. Although his blood was extraordinary, he was the posthumous son of Prince Yulong, not the real blood of the untouchables, but he was still a mortal after all.

Especially his experience of being no different from the untouchables since childhood also limited his cognition.

However, people are creatures that change with the environment.

When the granaries are full, they know etiquette, and when they have enough food and clothing, they know honor and disgrace.

Therefore, as long as they see more and have more, this son of destiny will eventually become what they want. Living to their age, they have long understood that the temperament of a big man is, after all, formed by ordering people around for many years and then accumulating.

To put it bluntly, if a dog is treated like this, it can develop the temperament of a big man.