The Right Protector of the Demon Sect is reborn

"Tell me, should you destroy it yourself, or should I help you?"

In the main hall of Luhua, Zheng Silu sat on the head's seat. The hall was empty, with ancient golden pillars standing upright, and a huge golden lamp overhead. The light cast lit up the huge hall easily.

There were not many people in the hall, and all the elders could only accompany Zheng Silu with a pot. The others went to search for traces of the Mahayana demon cultivator and Yuan Hua. Yuan Zhen was kneeling in front of the hall with a look of panic on his face.

"Master, I...I don't know what's going on."

"It seems that you want me to help you." The red-purple spiritual power circled around Zheng Silu's fingertips for a few times before slowly flowing towards Yuan Zhen. The people in front of the palace watched as the spiritual power got closer and closer to him. , was so shocked that he was sweating profusely.

"Master, I... I don't dare to do it anymore, please forgive me for the sake of my master." Yuan Zhen no longer looked like an elder. He knelt in front of the hall and kept kowtowing. He just hoped that the master would Leave him alone to cultivate his skills, "I am still young and inexperienced. This is my first offence. Please spare me."

"You still have the nerve to mention Zhengyin?" Zheng Silu grabbed the cup on the mahogany table and smashed it over. "You are hundreds of years old and you are still young? What? So you are a three-year-old child? I have to kill you Hold her in your arms and coax her?"

Yuan Zhen knocked his head on the ground, and the white porcelain cup hit his head accurately. The hot tea flowed down his neck. He didn't dare to breathe, let alone raise his head.

"After all these years, I have made you an elder for the sake of Zhengyin. Why are you practicing dual cultivation, and why are men superior to women? Am I going to punish you?" Zheng Silu got down from her seat in anger. She had not been so angry for a long time. "You shouldn't know that I hate demon cultivators the most in my life."

"Uncle Master Master, I...I know I made a mistake. It was my poor review that allowed the demonic cultivator to sneak in. I will never do it again in the future." Yuan Zhen shouted loudly, with some choking in his voice, and he was stumbling again. He shook his head several times, and the sound of his skull hitting the stone floor even rippled around the hall a few times.

"Oh, you think I'm stupid again. Those demonic cultivators have been hanging under your nose for so many years, and you haven't noticed any demonic energy at all?" Zheng Silu got down from the high seat, walked to Yuan Zhen, squatted down and looked at him levelly, "If you are not colluding with them, then I am colluding with them?"

When Yuan Zhen heard this, his face changed with shock, and he was speechless. He had indeed colluded with the Demon Cult, but it was done very carefully and secretly. Zheng Silu was away all year round, and Lingxu took care of most of the affairs in the sect. But this The only two Tribulation Masters in Kunlun are not too busy, and there is almost no chance of them being discovered.

This time when Zheng Silu returned to the mountain, he warned the demonic cultivators in advance and asked them to calm down. The leader would not be able to stay for long. He would wait until she left, but he did not know why he was exposed.

"Tell me, where is that Mahayana demon cultivator?"

"I don't know, Master, I really don't know." Yuan Zhen kept shaking his head, his eyes frightened, and tears streaming down his face.

"Don't know?" Zheng Silu's eyes suddenly darkened, "Bring the pot, come here."

After hearing the leader's words, Elder Duanhu in purple clothes slowly came down from the high platform, bringing with him a misty fragrance, which seemed to be far away in the horizon and yet close at the same time.

When Yuan Zhen saw the smiling elder walking straight towards him, he suddenly panicked and kept crawling back without caring about his own image.

He has heard the reputation of Elder Duanhu. Although he looks kind and friendly, and treats others as gentle as a refreshing breeze, Duanhu is just refining poisons, all kinds of poisons, breaking the heart and bones, tearing the heart and lungs, interrogating demons and cultivating crimes. One-third of the apprentice's props are poisons made by her.

"Master, I'm not good at judging people."

Duan Hu spoke calmly, but his hands kept moving. Purple spiritual light flowed, and in the next second, many bottles and jars appeared in front of the two of them.

"I know your temperament. I won't see the blood. Leave the poison behind and go to appease the disciples inside and outside."

"Yes." Duanhu responded, satisfied, and walked out of the hall. He only walked a few steps, then thought of something, turned around and said, "By the way, the red bottle on the far left cannot kill people, but the effect is very good. "

After hearing this, Zheng Silu didn't hesitate much. He picked up the red bottle and went over to grab Yuan Zhen, and he drank it hard.

"Hmm...cough..."

After drinking the unknown poison, Yuan Zhen began to cough uncontrollably, his face turned ugly, his eyes gradually became blurred, he cried and laughed for a while, scratched himself continuously, and began to talk nonsense in his mouth.

"Spare me...it hurts...it hurts so much! It itch! Stop biting and help me!"

Seeing the effect, Zheng Silu grabbed Yuan Zhen's collar and lifted him up.

"Say!"

"The demon...the demon cultivator is...well, it hurts, I can't say it, I can't say it! Ahhhhh!" Yuan Zhen kept screaming, with an expression of pain. He seemed to really be unable to say the name of the demon cultivator, Qiqiao. There was blood all over, and after a while, I couldn't even open my eyes.

Zheng Silu threw the person to the ground again and frowned. Seeing Yuan Zhen's condition, he probably had the Oath Demon Seal, so he couldn't ask any questions.

Forget it, I didn’t expect to ask anything.

"Take him down and he will be punished in three days."

"Yes."

Almost as soon as Zheng Silu finished speaking, several people appeared out of thin air in the main hall, wearing plain clothes with white borders and purple plum blossoms. Their hands and feet quickly took Yuan Zhen down, who was still struggling in pain.

After the attendants left, Zheng Silu stood there for an unknown amount of time before a long sigh came from the empty hall.

"Zhengyin, I'm sorry."

……

After Lou Xinzhou followed Wei Jiuyi back to Luanqing, he waited in the main hall for Qi Yuan and Shao Yunfan to return.

"Master left in such a hurry, he didn't even say where he wanted you to stay."

Wei Jiuyi looked at the sky that was about to get dark outside, turned around and sat next to Lou Xinzhou, picked up the white porcelain bottle on the side and poured tea for Lou Xinzhou.

"This is made with white dew and added with dried gardenia. It's quite delicious."

Lou Xinzhou looked a little amused as she watched Wei Jiuyi refill her tea like a grown-up.

"Thank you, senior sister."

The taste of this gardenia tea is very familiar to her. It is not like ordinary bitter tea. It has a sweet taste and a fragrant fragrance. It is very suitable for children. This is the kind of tea that Qi Yuan made for her in her previous life.

It's just that this is her fifth drink, and no matter how delicious it is, it's still too much to drink. But the child was too naive. Seeing Wei Jiuyi being inexplicably proud of becoming a senior sister, she was too embarrassed to interrupt her, so she had to pick up the cup, put it to her mouth, touched it, and pretended to drink. Then he put down the teacup and smiled awkwardly at her.

Master, please come back quickly.

The two sat for a long time, and Wei Jiuyi talked a lot. He kept telling her where to look in Luanqing, and how he would take her there someday. He also said that the master said that she was the little boss in Luanqing, and with her Covered, no one can bully her.

Lou Xinzhou listened to Wei Jiuyi chattering endlessly, her eyelids kept fighting. She was really tired these days. Now that she relaxed, she felt very sleepy. Even though the other person spoke very energetically, she was still drowsy.

I don’t know how long the other person talked, but his strong energy was finally exhausted. After all, he was still a child, so he also dozed off together. The hall became quiet, and the two of them soon fell asleep in the dim candlelight.

Before falling into sleep, Lou Xinzhou looked at Wei Jiuyi lying on the table and felt that they were more or less like two silly children at home waiting for their parents to come back.

Rarely warm.