On the Love and Killing Romance between Silly Baitian and the Great Demon King

It is true that heroes come from teenagers.

The year when Jiuhua Shao's head first emerged in the arena, he was only twenty.That day at the martial arts event, a sinking sword fought more than [-] rounds. It moved like a dragon and a phoenix.In more than [-] games, there was only one win but no loss.

When the sun was setting that day, he stood on the ring with one hand behind his back, his figure was straight, his expression was as usual, he glanced at the seats in all directions, the audience was silent, and no one came to challenge him.

Since then, it has been famous all over the world.

The head of the Qingshan faction who was present couldn't help but praised the head of Jiuhua for his outstanding talent. The head of Jiuhua stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Don't dare. You need to be as sinking as water to learn the Shenshui sword , the child is just calm in mind."

Then it got to someone's ears.At that time, he was sitting in the courtyard watching the moon and drinking wine, and when he heard the words, he also narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Not bad, not bad, very good, very good."

But the Great Elder didn't think there was anything good, "This kid is still so young, how many years will he be able to pay back? He has been in my Devil's Cult for so many years, and he is familiar with various offensive and defensive departments. When people come up to the mountain, what should we do then?"

The leader didn't answer him, but just asked, "Grand Elder, do you still remember how I was when I was 20 years old?"

"The leader of the church is the leader of all heroes, and there is no other in the world. At that time, I had served as the leader of my religion for two years, and even the old leader was defeated by you."

"That's it." He said lightly, "Compared to me, he is still far behind. What are you afraid of?"

"So, the leader never cared about that kid?"

He drank the wine in his hand slowly, and suddenly let out a low laugh, "What do you mean you don't care?"

"This subordinate doesn't know," said the Great Elder expressionlessly, "this subordinate only knows that there are branches of peach blossoms in your precious sandalwood box, and it is reluctant to throw it away when it sees that nothing but wood is left. This subordinate doesn't want anything." Know."

The Great Elder, who didn't know anything, thought about it and still felt that it was wrong, so he personally took a few disciples with strong martial arts skills down the mountain to Jiuhuamen at night, pretending to be a temptation, but actually intending to plot against him.

Who knew that the mountain road was stopped halfway through.

The person blocking the way smiled lightly, "Grand Elder, what a coincidence."

The Great Elder glanced at the fluttering red corner of his clothes, and was speechless for a while.

"It seems that the elder is very worried about me." The leader clicked his tongue twice, walked over and patted the shoulder of the elder, and leaned close to his ear, "The branch of peach blossom in the box in my room, Others can't move."

He straightened up and paused, "If there is a day when there is an enemy, I will meet him personally. I won't bother the Great Elder."

"Elder, shall we still go? Don't we need to go?" After the leader left, a believer quietly asked.

"Go to hell," the Great Elder blew his beard and stared, "I don't care about it, I'm all gone, go back to sleep!"

7,

It is well known in the world that the head of the Jiuhua sect is incapable of drinking.

He has always been drunk after only three drinks, but fortunately, his wine quality is not bad. After getting drunk, he is still as cold and reticent as usual, but he has never been embarrassed.

It's just that very occasionally, he talks nonsense.

One time, several fellow sects got together, and the young master got drunk again.On weekdays, the young head is very indifferent, and several people thought about teasing him while he was drunk.One of them came up and asked, "I don't know what the young master likes the most in his life, and who does he like the most?"

The young master frowned and said nothing, another person thought about it, and then asked another question, "I wonder if the young master has any annoying things, annoying people?"

The young master still frowned and said nothing, everyone waited for him for a long time and saw nothing to say, they were about to sigh and let him go, but suddenly they heard him say two words, "Red."

Quietly around, only the head master slowly said, "I hate red the most."

He continued, speaking very slowly and emphatically, "People who love to wear red are arrogant, arrogant, impolite, self-assessing, never caring for others, sentimental and ruthless, the most annoying bored."

This is probably the longest sentence the young master has ever said.

After the young master finished speaking, he took his sword and left, leaving everyone staring at each other and not daring to make a sound.

At that time, the young head was 22 years old, and he could no longer be called the young head.He took over his father's position, took the top spot in Jiuhuamen, and became the head. Among the major gangs in Jianghu, it was already difficult to find an opponent.Everyone said that the next martial arts leader might really fall into Jiuhuamen.

And when that day really came, the leader of the Qingshan faction who had been full of praise for him was the first to jump out and object, "It's absolutely impossible!"

"The head of the Jiuhua Sect is said to have lived in the Demon Sect when he was young, and he never broke contact with the Demon Sect when he first returned to the Jiuhua Sect," said the leader of the Qingshan Sect, "Who knows that he learned from the Demon Sect? What side sects and heretics, are you still in the right mind! Let him become the leader, if one day he takes the lead to turn against the Demon Cult, wouldn't it mean that the entire martial arts world will be destroyed in his hands!"

If there is one, there must be two, and if there are two, there must be three.The voices of opposition were like a thousand layers of snow waves from all directions, and they were about to drown him.

The meaning of jealousy accounted for a few percent of this, and who would not understand.

"Then what do you guys want?" He asked.

"You need to show proof that you have nothing to do with that demon sect!"

"What's the use of just proving it? In my opinion, eliminating cults is the right thing to do!"

"Yes! Suppress the Demon Sect! One is to prove that you have nothing to do with the Demon Sect, and the other is to prevent future troubles! Only after the Suppression of the Demon Sect will we recognize you as the leader!"

"Eliminate the Demon Cult!"

"Eliminate the Demon Cult!"

He stood quietly amidst the hustle and bustle, with a calm face, just like the sunset that day, he stood alone on the ring, winning more than [-] games in a row, no one in front of him or behind him dared to say a word.

The weather has turned cold recently, and the first snow just fell a few days ago, and it has not completely melted away.

Thinking this way, he touched the vermilion fringe tied to the head of the sword, plucked the tassel with his fingers, and then plucked it again. With a sudden force, the tied red rope parted, fluttering from his waist. fell down.

The sword tassel fell to the ground, and the red tassels and white snow seemed to form a distant scene, as if he had seen such a deep red color resting on the snow a long time ago.

How long has it been, so long that he can't remember whether those things really existed, or are they just hallucinations derived from his mind.

He opened his mouth slowly, and only said one word, "Okay."

Still look as usual.