The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Sun Yuanzhou, who came here with something important to do, failed to see the nine lamps in the Green Bamboo Hall, was taken aback, grabbed a passer-by Sansao disciple and asked, "Where is the master of the mountain?"

In the past 13 years, he has hardly seen Jiuzhideng a hundred steps away from the Green Bamboo Hall, and now in the midst of chaos, he has disappeared without a trace, which is even more frightening.

Fortunately, a disciple quickly pointed out the location of the nine-branch lamp for Sun Yuanzhou, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

Since Tianchuan fell, it snowed heavily in Fengling in the morning of the next day. For three whole days, Fengling was covered with white capes everywhere. It was so sad to see. Now the snow has gradually stopped, and it was crushed by heavy branches all around. The sound of broken branches, one after another, seems to be a bad omen.

Under the guidance of his disciples, Sun Yuanzhou saw nine lamps in the open space in front of the forbidden area.

This is an exquisite and unique palace, the plaque has been removed, and its name and surname cannot be called. According to its Fengshui layout, it is top-grade, not inferior to Qingzhu Palace.But because the Nine Branch Lanterns strictly forbid anyone to step on their feet, it got the nickname of "forbidden place".Last time, a disciple with dirty hands and feet went in in the middle of the night and stole a rhinoceros lantern, but was thrown off the cliff by Jiuzhideng.Since then, everyone has looked at it with fear and walked around it, so the place is as clean and distant as a Buddhist temple, with the soft snow in the sky, which has a unique feeling of being out of the world.

In the melting moonlight, he lit a stove outside the hall, frying snow to make tea, and the Tang branches hidden until winter were nestled in the small stove, crackling, and roasted by the fire to give off a slightly sweet woody fragrance.

Perhaps because of the falling snow, Jiuzhideng's beautiful face is clear and fair, the thin green veins on the neck are faintly discernible, and the eyes that have always been narrow are also a little bigger. She looks young and cute, not the same as before. It looks like a boning blade for wiping snow.

Rao knew that this person was deep in thought and could not be counted, so Sun Yuanzhou stared blankly for a moment, and then walked forward like a dream, and saluted: "Master of the mountain, why don't you go in?"

Jiuzhideng looked up at him: "Where are you going?"

Sun Yuanzhou has always been a kind father. Even if the person in front of him doesn't need it, he can't help but want to say a few words: "It's always warmer inside the palace than outside."

As he said that, he glanced at the hall, and was surprised to find that the snow had been cleared from the inside and outside of the hall, the pillars of the corridor were as clean as washing, and even the copper bells under the corridor were thoroughly wiped.

Jiuzhideng poured the freshly boiled tea into the cup: "This is not my palace, I can just clean it up, I have no right to stay for a long time."

Sun Yuanzhou knew that he was meddling in his own business, so he withdrew his eyebrows and returned to his position as a subordinate from his loving father: "Yes."

"Where's Wen Xuechen?"

Sun Yuanzhou also came here for this matter: "The disciples of Zongzhong came to report, and searched all over the hundreds of miles of the tower where Meng Chongguang and the others lived, but they couldn't find Wen Xuechen's trace....Only in the tower found his wheelchair."

Nine Branch Lamps held a steaming coarse porcelain teacup, their eyes became bigger and moister: "...wheelchair."

"The disciples brought it back. It stopped outside the Green Bamboo Hall."

Jiuzhideng hummed and wondered, "...where did it go?"

"What do you want Wen Xuechen to do for you?" Sun Yuanzhou asked tentatively, "Perhaps my subordinates can do it for you."

Having said that, Sun Yuanzhou is quite self-aware.

His aptitude for cultivating Taoism is average, and his only advantages in his life are "knowledge of current affairs" and "good governance". Compared with Wen Xuechen's beautiful heart, he is only admirable for his mouth that is good at soothing people's hearts.

But now that the situation is changing rapidly, he can no longer suppress the floating hearts with just one word.

He can only wait for Nine Branches to turn the tide.

"...You can do it too." Jiuzhideng just gave him a sideways glance and said, "I just need someone to drink tea with me."

Sun Yuanzhou was taken aback, his expression slightly darkened.

There are so many branches of magic, and it has been suppressed by Jiuzhideng's pair of iron fists all these years, but it is safe.

Everyone is afraid of Jiuzhideng, not only fearing his cruelty, but also fearing his ungratefulness.

People's hearts are always strange.He didn't fight the four doors, and everyone believed that his heart must be different, eager to overthrow this mediocre young man; Even the masters dare to slaughter, they are completely wolf cubs.

And they knew that Nine Branch Lamps and Demon Dao didn't even have half of their kindness, so they were quite frightened and completely refrained from killing this wolf cub.

However, this time Xu Xingzhi and others broke through the wilderness, and once the news spread, everything was in chaos.

Some people are muttering, didn't Xu Xingzhi die early, why did he suddenly appear again; some people are panicking about how these people will retaliate.

Some people think more far-reaching: These nine lamps have never been for the benefit of the demonic way, and all affairs will be carried out according to the rules of the old four sects after they are in power, assimilating the disciples of the demonic way, changing their clothes, prohibiting their way of doing things, and treating the old four sects kindly Capturing prisoners and allowing them to stay or leave is clearly a disguised form to preserve the vitality of the old fourth sect.

Now Xu Xingzhi and others who should have died have escaped from the wilderness, and the nine lamps can betray the four sects, so wouldn't they betray the devil again?

The advantage of the magic way is that it has many branches, but the disadvantage is also that there are many branches. Disputes, prevarications, suspicions, a hundred people have a hundred ideas, and pull the cart of the magic way to exert their strength in a hundred directions.

The internal friction has seriously damaged the morale of each branch, and there is a lot of panic all day long.

Sun Yuanzhou was almost heartbroken for Jiuzhideng, but the Lord here made tea to the moon and cleaned the palace, as if the disturbances from the outside world were no longer important to him.

This untimely leisure time is very easy to make people angry, but fortunately Sun Yuanzhou has a good temper, and tentatively reported the known situation to Jiuzhideng: "Shanzhu, according to reports from spies, there are more than two thousand people dressed in Fengling, Danyang and The disciples in Ying Tianchuan's costumes settled in the towns around the sea in Yingtianchuan. With the addition of two thousand ghost soldiers in Qingliang Valley, and the thousand or so disciples that Ying Tianchuan already had, the situation is really not good."

Hearing this news, Jiuzhideng didn't show any nervousness, but was very interested: "Where did the two thousand disciples who settled in the town come from?"

Sun Yuanzhou frowned.

According to the original words of the bluffing disciple, it was "emerged from the ground", but obviously this stupid statement cannot be put on the table, so Sun Yuanzhou shook his head: "I don't know. But I'm sure, it won't be five years With the above situation, it is impossible to pull out this team silently."

Jiuzhideng took a sip of tea and coughed softly: "...who knows."

Sun Yuanzhou knew that this was not the time to investigate the origin of this team.It's already there, how to cook it is the top priority.

He said: "I have discussed with the masters and suzerains of Yunyun Castle and others. No matter what, I vow to keep Fengling Mountain and Danyang Peak. Otherwise, once we withdraw, we will lose the foundation that we have built for many years, and it will be completely over."

Jiuzhideng's cold face moved, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, and he didn't answer.

As early as when Wen Xuechen threw his brother into the wilderness, or in other words, as early as when Xu Xingzhi wrote the script "Meng Chongguang will escape the wilderness" in ignorance, he had a vague feeling that the magic way might be over.

This long half a year has passed, all kinds of emotions have faded away, and now he just wants to drink tea.

Sun Yuanzhou continued to babble: "Yesterday, the Sanyuan Sect closest to Ying Tianchuan sent a group of monks to attack the towns near Ying Tianchuan to harass them. But they didn't know that Meng Chongguang was in the town. The team just ran into him and none of them came back."

Jiuzhideng responded lightly, put down the teacup, took a handful of snow from the steps, and began to wipe the sword blade at his waist, making a careless appearance. For a while, Sun Yuanzhou couldn't figure it out. People put it in their eyes, but they still didn't listen to their own words at all.

After a long silence, Sun Yuanzhou urged him on pins and needles: "Shanzhu, make up your mind."

"As you said, it's up to each other to guard the mountain." Jiuzhideng gave a very bad idea, "Danyang Peak is jointly guarded by Yeyun Fort and Blackwater Fort, so they don't make any mistakes."

Sun Yuanzhou was quite inconceivable: "Is that all?"

Nine Branches picked up another handful of snow: "...what else?"

After wiping, he started to cough again, very slowly, as if he swallowed a piece of tea just now.

Sun Yuanzhou simply made the words clear and said: "Yunyun Castle wants you to go to sit in the town, and to reassure the disciples, and then arrange the next move. You can't just stay in the mountains and wait for someone to fight Bar?"

These sects are like centipedes, and they need a unified brain to direct them to play their biggest role. Otherwise, they will be knocked down by themselves, so how can we talk about keeping our business?

Jiuzhideng said: "Let them discuss it on their own. Could it be that without me, they would just sit and wait for death?"

No matter how good-natured he is, Sun Yuanzhou couldn't sit still after hearing such indifferent and cold bastard words: "Shanzhu, you have no feelings for the devil way, but you shouldn't understand the truth of the cold lips and teeth!"

Nine Zhideng slid the blade into the sheath with a sound, and the voice sounded a bit unusual: "...the teeth have been rotten for a long time."

Faced with this face that doesn't care about anything, Sun Yuanzhou's heart was completely cold, and he bowed slightly stiffly: "My subordinate understands the meaning of the mountain master. If you have nothing to do, this subordinate will leave now."

Sun Yuanzhou left, only the moon was left to drink tea with Jiuzhideng.

He smiled to himself.

That's why he wanted to find Wen Xuechen. Only Wen Xuechen knew what he was thinking, and only Wen Xuechen could understand why he was so unwilling to care about everything in the devil way.

The hot steam from the tea stove vigorously moved the lid of the pot. Nine Branch Lamps took off the pot, poured out two cups, pushed it to the other side of the steps, picked up a cup himself, and whispered: "Wen Xuechen, let's talk about it." Poetry."

The surrounding area is empty and silent, the snow absorbs most of the sound, making the surrounding wilderness even more desolate.

He looked up at the moon, and gave the first half of the sentence: "...a very good moon, not as round as a person's circle."

Wen Xuechen couldn't respond to him, a cup of hot tea was placed alone beside Jiuzhideng on a cold winter night, emitting white steam.

Holding the cup in both hands, he said the second half of the sentence in the endless silence: "There are thousands of sails, and there is no king."

After finishing speaking, he touched the lonely cup and smiled happily, as if his only poetry friend, tea companion and confidant for 13 years were still by his side.

Sun Yuanzhou walked out of the mountain gate and whispered such words to two people wearing black robes who had been waiting outside the gate for a long time, one of them suddenly burst into anger and shouted angrily: "It's all bullshit!"

Without waiting for Sun Yuanzhou to signal him, he also felt that he was too excited, but his mood was really hard to calm down, so he could only curse in a low voice: "It really is a dog raised by the four schools. Shrinking back while saying beautiful words, telling us to charge forward! Didn’t Xu Xingzhi die at the beginning? Now he jumped out, it must be because he was sheltered by Yourong back then!”

The one who spoke was Chu Xinzhi, the owner of Yunyun Castle who beat Qu Chi into a heart attack to vent his personal grievances, and the other taller and thinner one was the owner of Blackwater Castle Wu.

Compared to Lord Chu's rage, Lord Wu was even more worried: "I remember that Xu Xingzhi possessed the artifact World Book, and he came out of the wilderness this time, maybe he also borrowed the power of the World Book..."

Sun Yuanzhou didn't want to discuss with him such things that would do nothing but ruin the morale of the army even more: "Since the mountain lord ordered each to do his own thing, then please ask the two castle lords to work together to unite the surrounding small sects and small sects, on the one hand to strengthen the defense, on the other hand Get in touch with the sects near Ying Tianchuan, and harass those people more. If you need help, please ask at any time. If I, Chi Lianzong, can help, I will definitely help."

Master Chu woke up from the rage, and even when he claimed it was, his facial muscles twisted a little: "Yes, yes, I have to surround Danyang Peak with an iron wall! It will not be so easy for that surname Qu to come in again, I failed to kill him at the beginning, but this time I must skin him!"

In Ying Tianchuan's meeting hall, Xu Xingzhi, Meng Chongguang, Qu Chi, Zhou Beinan, Lu Yujiu, etc. are all listed in their respective positions, among the four gates of Qinglianggu, Yingtianchuan, Danyang Peak, and Fengling Mountain, those who can talk and manage things The disciples were all analyzing the situation in front of them.Zhou Wang went to watch the sea, while Yuan Ruzhou was in charge of pouring tea and water.

The fact that the demons were in a mess was obvious.After deliberation, several people also set the next action target at Danyang Peak. If there is no change, they will start in three days.

Now that the major event has been decided, they chatted in twos and threes, the circle centered on Xu Xingzhi was the most lively and noisy.Xu Xingzhi dug out a few baked sweet potatoes from the charcoal pile in front of him, breathed out and threw one to Zhou Beinan, one to Qu Chi, distributed some to his disciples, and held another in his palm.

Yesterday he thought about this very much, so Meng Chongguang crossed Haichuan to buy sweet potatoes, just happened to meet San Yuanzong trying to make trouble, Meng Chongguang stewed them in a spoonful, and then returned to Ying Tianchuan.

When Xu Xingzhi hugged the freshly baked sweet potatoes and breathed out, Meng Chongguang took the initiative to pick up the sweet potatoes, carefully brushed off the dust on the surface, and removed the top layer of skin, before handing them back to Xu Xingzhi obediently: "Brother, eat. Be careful it's hot."

The sweet potatoes are freshly baked, very soft and sweet, the candy core flows down when you bite into it, it is so hot and sticky that you can't wait to swallow it with your tongue.

Zhou Beinan, who was still Zhou's junior, naturally looked down on this kind of common people's food. For people like them who have been fasting for many years, food is nothing more than an occasional pastime. The taste warmed his heart along with his stomach.

Lu Yujiu also swallowed carefully at the side.

He secretly watched Meng Chongguang's movements, and clumsily planned to peel it for Lu Yujiu to eat.

Jie Xinyuan, the second senior brother of Qinglianggu, has been sizing up Lu Yujiu since just now, and seeing that everyone is no longer discussing business matters, he walked forward unhindered and said to Lu Yujiu: "The matter is over, don't wear this weird thing anymore, It's ugly."

Lu Yujiu groaned, only then did he realize that he was talking about his own ghost face, and was about to reach out to pick it off, when Zhou Beinan suddenly held his hand down: "Hey, don't move!"

He raised his head, and honestly said to Xie Xinyuan, "He doesn't take off his mask."

Jie Xinyuan was puzzled: "Why?"

Zhou Beinan said stiffly, "He won't pick it."

Xu Xingzhi heard the noise here, and watched the play quietly with a sweet potato in his mouth.

Lu Yujiu sensed that the atmosphere was not quite right, and immediately smoothed things over in a low voice: "Senior brother, it's okay."

Jie Xinyuan frowned. After all, Zhou Beinan was also a senior, so he stopped talking back. After saluting respectfully, he glanced at Zhou Beinan again before leaving.

Zhou Beinan felt strange while peeling the sweet potatoes: "What kind of look does he have, as if I robbed him of something."

Lu Yujiu softly yelled at him: "Don't be rude to senior brother."

Zhou Beinan snorted: "What senior brother? That's your senior brother. I am equal to them, and I came 13 years earlier than them. I even allowed them to share your essence, isn't that enough?"

Lu Yujiu argued hard: "They are my senior brothers, that's what I should do."

Zhou Beinan curled his lips and said sourly, "Oh."

He bent the sweet potato that was sweet enough to runny in half, and handed the bigger end to Lu Yujiu, lowering his voice a little: "You don't have to listen to your senior brother too much. If you don't want to show them the wound on your face, don't look at it. Just show it to me alone. I won't despise you."

Lu Yujiu, who originally thought he was righteous, touched his ghost mask, his arrogance suddenly weakened, and he chewed the sweet potato like a little squirrel, adding another small worry.

The author has something to say: write about the dying struggle of Jiumei and everyone in the Demonic Way from the perspective of the Demonic Dao, and bury some foreshadowing by the way qwq

There is also a reason for Jiumei's negative challenge.

From tomorrow onwards, Jiumei will be offline, probably the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow at the latest, the text is over~

Also, until now Bei Nan thought he married an ugly wife qwq