Konghou [Quick Transmigration]

The main altar of the Devil's Cult, a building with ventilation on both sides, white gauze flying, and wind chimes ringing chaotically.

Wang Yu was kneeling under the eaves, waiting for the bamboo leaves to fall to her side with her blue eyes hanging down, her expression was as docile as a cat that had just been bought, with a somewhat pitiful air.Ming Huan combed Wang Yu's long hair inch by inch with a wooden comb, and the small table beside her was covered with rouge jewelry. She was immersed in this seemingly peaceful and warm atmosphere, with a contented smile on her lips.

Ming Huan's expression now is the same as that of the old craftsmen in those documentaries, who carefully adorned the handicrafts, love is mixed with kindness, and there is a bit of confidence in being a master.

In the deepest part of Ming Huan's heart, she hopes that Wang Yu is a dead thing, and only things that have no thought and no soul can match her desire for control to the greatest extent.However, Ming Huan knew that Wang Yu was a living person, so she took the next step and turned Wang Yu into a half-dead person who could be controlled by her.In short, the former are puppets and the latter are marionettes embedded in flesh.

Of course, the above is just Wang Yu's speculation about Ming Huan's mentality, and it may not be completely correct.

Wang Yu quietly blinked and moved his eyeballs where Ming Huan couldn't see.I thought that if I could travel to modern times again, I would definitely buy such a cool pair of color contact lenses.She appreciates Ming Huan's style of handling things. Once she finds something abnormal about her puppet, she shuts it down neatly, intending to take the sovereignty into her own hands.

Just as Ming Huan was pulling back Wang Yu's hair, someone knelt outside the bamboo forest and shouted.Ming Huan put down the wooden comb and walked over, when she was talking with the visitor, she suddenly turned her head, Wang Yu was still looking meekly at the falling bamboo leaves.

This sudden turning back made Ming Huan feel relieved, and she left with that person at ease.That person is the current leader of the Devil's Cult. He resisted when Ming Huan was pushed aside at the beginning, but now he has resigned to his fate.The expression on this young leader's face was a little more numb than Wangyu's, more like a puppet.

After Ming Huan left, Wang Yu reached out to brush the fallen leaves in his arms, and walked barefoot on the road covered with small stones to the bamboo forest.Wang Yu plucked a fresh bamboo leaf, tore it in half and held it to the tip of her nose. She successfully smelled the fragrance of the bamboo leaf.Wang Yu moved his eyes, and while his eyes were moving, he looked back at the wind chimes floating in the corner of the eaves, and the bruises in his eyes quietly dissipated.

After Ming Huan came back, she gave a very ruthless order to Wang Yu who was a puppet, asking her to intercept and kill Yu Youhuang who was going to Fushan Town.

"Yes." Wang Yu nodded expressionlessly.

Many days had passed by then, and if Yu Youhuang was not prevented from reuniting with Li Wu and Duan Ming, Yu Youhuang would have discovered too many things, which would definitely affect Ming Huan's long-prepared performance in Fushan Town. big drama.It's not that Ming Huan didn't send other people to intercept Yu Youhuang, it's just that Yu Youhuang is the former martial arts leader after all, and the sword is not old, most of the little guys she sent never returned.Forgetting words is Ming Huan's last choice, and also the most surefire choice.

Wang Yu has the sacred relics of the Miao religion on her body, and is Yu Youhuang's adopted daughter, so she will not lose to Yu Youhuang no matter what the reason is.

"This is the last time." Ming Huan said in a complicated tone when handing the soft sword to Wang Yu.

Wangyu listened, but there was no response.

Night is always the best time to kill, especially if it's raining.

The visibility around the prey is low, and the perception of the outside world will be somewhat sluggish due to the impact of rain.

It was another opaque forest, and Yu Youhuang was galloping through the forest wearing a bamboo hat. The only sounds in the entire forest were the sound of horseshoes treading water and rain beating fallen leaves.

But Yu Youhuang still remained vigilant, listening carefully to the sounds in the wind and rain.Suddenly he pulled the rein long and stopped the horse, and the horse wandered in circles. Yu Youhuang inspected everything around him, and his eyes stayed on one place.

The branches of the trees in that place were swaying constantly in the wind and rain. Behind the branches was a dark night, and the rain became visible to the naked eye before the night fell.

Yu Youhuang pulled out the sword behind his back, and the branch also moved.

Suddenly, the rain became heavier, and it fell in the woods with crackling noises.Every tree shook, as if there was a person hiding if you didn't look carefully.The rain lines were blown by the wind, and rushed towards Yu Youhuang's face.

Yu Youhuang put his foot on the horse's back, drank a long time, abandoned the horse and ran towards the swaying branch.

The arrogant and powerful sword energy swept towards that place one step faster than Yu Youhuang's sword, and the branch there was broken, and a figure appeared on the branch on the other side.Yu Youhuang turned around and swept across the branch where the man was with his sword energy, and another branch broke off, but the man hid again in the canopy of the tree like a ghost.

Yu Youhuang's swordsmanship is like his own, he doesn't like to plot and scheme, let alone hide his head and show his tail.He moved his dantian with luck, and danced the sword wildly, the sword shadows were chaotic, and the sword aura formed a circle like the eye of a storm and quickly raged outward.With a dragon roar, the rain that swirled along with Yu Youhuang's sword energy exploded, flying towards the surrounding trees like glass beads scattered on a plate.

In an instant, the trees within a radius of one mile fell to the ground.The leaves blown up by the falling of the tree flew around, cutting the smooth rain line like a blade.

The cloth made a rustling sound, and a figure landed behind Yu Youhuang.

"It's amazing." The man praised without hesitation, and the rainwater hit her soft sword and formed a water column on the blade.

"Forget words!"

Yu Youhuang turned around and saw a pair of eyes covered with cyan-purple Gu marks, he held the sword even tighter.

Wang Yu also looked at him and saw the white hair on his sideburns. It was ten years since she saw Yu Youhuang soberly for the first time.This man should be in his forties.

"Are you here to kill me?" Yu Youhuang didn't strike rashly, but asked loudly.

"Yes." Wang Yu moved his wrist, shaking off the rain on the soft sword.

The two stopped talking nonsense and rushed directly to each other.The rain soaked the two of them from the beginning to the end. The two of them were fighting, and their figures were almost to the point where they were only afterimages to the naked eye.Even though both of them knew each other's identity well, neither of them planned to hold back, and every move was still a killer move, and blood would be seen.

The two fought until the autumn rain stopped falling.

It was almost morning, and there was thick rain and fog in the dense forest.The wrestling figures of the two finally separated, and they stood facing each other holding their respective weapons, both wrapped in rain and mist behind the light.

With a 'pa' sound, Wang Yu's soft sword fell onto the severed tree stump, bleeding profusely from his entire right arm.

Yu Youhuang wiped off the blood from the wound on his face, and said arrogantly: "Hmph. Ginger is still old and spicy."

"When you were young, you didn't want to learn martial arts but wanted to study medicine, but now you are made into a Gu person and become a master of swords." Yu Youhuang said again, approaching Wang Yu fearlessly.

Wang Yu picked up the soft sword from the ground with her left hand, she overestimated the force value of this body.However, she liked that battle very much, the feeling of meeting her opponent.

"You are wrong." Wang Yu suddenly said when Yu Youhuang walked into him.

Yu Youhuang's footsteps stopped for a moment, and he noticed the abnormality on his body. The black silk thread quietly spread to his whole body along the wound on his face.

Wang Yu raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "I'm not a master of swords, but a master of Gu."

As soon as her words fell, Yu Youhuang fell down in surprise.

After all, it is a person with profound skills, his body is paralyzed and stiff, and his consciousness is still strong and refuses to dissipate.Wang Yu knelt down beside him, looked into his staring eyes, and covered his bloody hands.At first, she could still feel the pulsation of her palms and eyeballs, but then she felt nothing at all.

"My hero, you are too tired." Wang Yu said slowly, then lowered his head and kissed Yu Youhuang's forehead covered with rain.

The sky breaks and the sun rises, a brand new day.

In Fushan Town not far away, the martial arts conference has been held for several days, and this is the penultimate one.

The people who should compete in the arena have not yet arrived, but the spectators below the arena have already crowded the venue.Wang Yu hid in a big tree around the arena, scanned the crowd with his blue eyes, and successfully found a drunk man named Ke Gu who had changed beyond recognition.When the young heroes of the Jianghu competition in the first round came to the stage, Wang Yu discovered the people he knew again, that is, Li Wu and Duan Ming, who had achieved very satisfactory results in the whole competition, and their complexions did not look good today.

Soon, Wang Yu knew the reason for their bad complexions.In the last round of today's competition, Li Wu with Qingshuang sword and Duan Ming with folding fan played one after another.

The two did not speak to each other, and turned each other from friends to enemies after a boxing salute.

Among all weapons, the sword is the panacea. Generally speaking, people who know other weapons can use swords.And Li Wu's swordsmanship is the existence of the strengths of Wanjia, and he is a real swordsman.Although Duan Ming is a good fan, his most essential attribute is a doctor.

Just like their sparring in the valley, the winner this time is still Li Wu.

The tree where Wang Yu was hiding was not very far from the ring, and she could clearly see the expressions of the two of them.Those who win are naturally happy, and those who lose seem lonely.But when the referee beat the drum, their hostility toward each other disappeared, and they smiled at each other before leaving the field, and at the same time asked each other to have a drink in the evening.

Even though it was already early autumn, Duan Ming was still shaking his fan, Wang Yu could still see clearly while it was shaking, the fan Duan Ming was holding now was the fan she used to write that poem.

When Li Wu and Duan Ming were going to drink together shoulder to shoulder, Wang Yu found Ming Huan and the leader of the Demon Cult who were also hiding in Fushan Town.

"You're back." Ming Huan looked at Wang Yu who walked in from the first seat, and also saw the sword wrapped in black cloth in her hand.

"Fulfill your mission." Wang Yu gave the sword wrapped in black cloth to the little maid next to her, who then handed the sword to Ming Huan.

Ming Huan took off the black cloth from the sword, looked at this ingenious sword with madness everywhere, and smiled with satisfaction.

"The stuff of my magic sword will eventually answer the devil's religion."

Twenty-five years ago, Yu Youhuang, a disciple of the Huashan School, came down the mountain and met a demon saint by chance.Yu Youhuang did not know her identity, and fell in love with the saint.At that time, the Holy Maiden of the Devil's Cult was a genuinely kind girl. She yearned for the light and disliked the struggles in the rivers and lakes, and wanted to leave the Demon's Cult.After falling in love with Yu Youhuang, the saint gave her the magic weapon Yinlong Sword of the Demon Cult.

As for what happened after that, it was just that the identity of the saint was discovered and she committed suicide in order not to drag Yu Youhuang down.Yu Youhuang was disheartened and his reputation was ruined. He was kicked out of the position of martial arts leader and spent 15 years as a vagabond.

The author has something to say: Today's second update will be a little later, thank you for watching here~