The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Mr. Guangfu mentioned with a heartbroken heart that in the middle of the night, Mr. Qingjing finally rushed back from Fengling Mountain.

He went barefoot and came back barefoot, because he had walked a lot of mountain roads, and there were a few bruises on his feet, and his whole body was drenched.

Seeing this situation, the Lord of Guangfu put away his preaching heart for the time being, and first drew clear water from the mountain stream, heated it up, and waited for him to comb and wash his feet.

Mr. Qing Jing took off his shirt, dipped in hot water and scrubbed his body, until his whole body was so hot that he was steaming white.

Mr. Guangfu lived and lived with Mr. Qingjing since he was a child. When he was young, he even fell asleep on his feet. He was used to his naked appearance, so he stayed in the house.

He picked up the teapot and poured a glass of water, moistened his throat, and paved the way for a long lecture: "Brother, where have you been?"

Qing Jingjun replied frankly: "If you want to do it, go back to Fengling and have a look."

Mr. Guangfu choked out a mouthful of water and coughed again and again: "...Xu Xingzhi?"

Mr. Qing Jing picked up the water with a towel, and wiped his long-lost torso: "Yeah."

"Brother!" Lord Guangfu said angrily, "What time is it now?! You left the important place privately for Xu Xingzhi..."

Mr. Qing Jing interrupted him: "Xi Yun, he deserves it."

Xu Xingzhi, who is crippled and alone, has won an overwhelming victory in the face of the Demon Dao, and still wants to return to Fengling Mountain to avenge his master, is worth doing anything for him.

Mr. Guangfu noticed that something was wrong with Mr. Qingjing.

——In the past, no matter how much the senior brothers doted on Xu Xingzhi, when he criticized and accused him, he would mostly be partial and supportive in a calm and unobtrusive way. He has never been so straightforward.

Lord Guangfu tentatively asked: "...Brother, what happened to you?"

Mr. Qing Jing didn't want to tell the whole story of what he had experienced, not because he was afraid that Mr. Guangfu would not believe it, but because he was afraid of revealing the secret and causing disaster, so he found an excuse: "Master entrusted me with a dream tonight."

Hearing Master Chi Hongjun's name, Lord Guangfu condensed: "What did Master say?"

Mr. Qing Jing said slowly: "The Book of the World...is not the powerful thing we imagined."

When Mr. Qingjing washed his body and soaked his feet with bruises in the water, he had already told Mr. Guangfu all he knew about his previous life: "The book of the world in Xingzhi's body is just a remnant body, and it has not been written into reality. The effect; we were so defensive against him before, it was really unfair to him."

Mr. Guangfu knew that although senior brother was absurd, he had always respected Mr. Chihong, and would not write it in the name of his master. Hearing Mr. Qingjing explain all the details incomparably, he was a little shaken The meaning is to meditate silently and not speak anymore.

... None of the four artifacts is true, this fact undoubtedly blocked the last retreat in Mr. Guangfu's heart.

After a long while, he sighed faintly: "...If the demon way gains power this time, and we fail to keep the foundation left by our master, even if we die, we will not be able to atone for our sins."

Hearing this, Lord Qingjing stroked the saber "Yuanjun" and said calmly, "It can be guarded."

Mr. Guangfu only thought that the senior brother was comforting himself, and said to himself: "Senior brother, you can rest assured. I don't have a magic weapon, I still have a sword at my waist, and my life.... I will guard Fengling with my life, until death."

Lord Qingjing knew that what Lord Guangfu said was true.

In the last life, Yue Xiyun did fight to the last moment within his power.

In the wild mountain of corpses, Meng Chongguang killed him more than ten times, but he failed to recognize who the monster that eats human flesh and hearts was. Can't recognize who is that?

Qing Jingjun felt pain in his heart, but he refused to show the slightest difference on his face, and joked slowly: "Xiyun's life should be saved to take care of Fengling's secular affairs. Otherwise, I will be left alone, and no one will control my drinking Wouldn't it be a big bad thing to live with it?"

Mr. Guangfu was a little embarrassed by what he said, and his pride and ambition changed, and he couldn't help saying angrily: "Brother said too many weird words today, and it must be because of drinking too much. Don't drink any more before the battle." Alcohol. Where is the senior brother's jug? I will keep it for the senior brother temporarily."

Qing Jing smiled: "...you search."

Mr. Guangfu did not expect Mr. Qingjing to be playful at this time, and said angrily, "...Senior brother!"

Mr. Qingjing stared at Mr. Guangfu tenderly with all eyes, and immediately told the latter to lose his temper, clicked his tongue resignedly, took off his shoes and got on the bed, opened the bedding one by one, inspected them carefully, and still babbled: "Drinking in The body is unfavorable, and there is no benefit in cultivating one's mind, it is better for senior brother to quit drinking as soon as possible..."

Mr. Qingjing closed his eyes and listened quietly, only to feel that the friendly nagging sound was like the sound of nature.

... Now that old friends and relatives have met, it is time for enemies to meet for a while.

Three days later, at two o'clock in the middle of the night, when people sleep most soundly and their spirits are most exhausted, the [-]-year-old Mo Dao led most of the magic cultivators and went straight to Bao'an Mountain.

He guessed that the four monks had been tense for the past few days and were ready to fight at any time. They should be extremely tired. Who would have thought that the color would change faintly after [-] years after meeting each other.

... The disciples of the four sects seemed to have been prepared for a long time. They were all methodical and unhurried. Drill into the urn.

After [-] years of painstakingly waiting for so many days for a fighter plane, it now seems that it has become a joke.

He was wondering if there was a rebel coming out of the devil's way, when he saw a passage opened by the formation on the opposite side, and a tall and handsome young man slowly stepped out of it.

Mr. Qing Jing was dressed in plain clothes with flowing clouds and carried a long sword on his waist. Unlike a swordsman, he looked like a gentleman of literati.

Saluo didn't feel deeply about the rigorous treatment of the four gates, but he was happy as soon as he met Qing Jingjun: "Oh, what a lamb with fine skin and tender meat."

Although Twenzai didn't want to belittle his opponent, the person in front of him was indeed a beauty, with a weak temperament and a not tall figure, and he was really not as heroic as the rumors said.

Sa Luo smiled and began to criticize him, his voice was not too low: "You can still see your buttocks in such loose clothes, it's quite upturned."

When the disciples near Mr. Qingjing heard that the demon leader on the opposite side dared to insult their elders in this way, they immediately became agitated, but Mr. Qingjing just pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, feeling calm.

In the previous life, when Lord Qing Jing fought with Sa Luo, he didn't pay attention to Sa Luo's appearance at all, he only remembered that he was arrogant and flamboyant. Looking at it carefully now, he really is a person with nothing but a face.

But he was not in a hurry to act, and only repeatedly weighed the pros and cons in his heart:

During the last battle, I beheaded his body, and Saluo's Nascent Soul escaped, and was taken away by his apprentice Liu Yunhe. However, there are very few people in the world who can accommodate his Nascent Soul soul, so he wandered around the world for more than ten years. However, it was very difficult to take advantage of the loophole, and quietly used the nine lamps to successfully take away his house.

So here comes the question: Should he kill Liu Yunhe first?Or cut the weeds and roots, and just smash Saluo's soul core?

Seeing the little lamb's calm and indifferent eyes, Saluo felt more teasing.

He stepped out of the army and asked knowingly: "Girl, may I ask who's name and age?"

Behind Saluo, the demonic disciples burst out laughing wantonly.

Saluo's words are not without purpose, the person in front of him looks like a neatly coiled cloud hair, the hair is very sparse, and the chin doesn't even grow stubble, he looks like a little girl, but There is a luxury and elegance that ordinary girls don't have, and it makes people have the urge to pull out his hairpins and mess up his hair.

Amidst the laughter, Lord Qing Jing was not moved, and said slowly: "I am in Yue Wuchen, and I am here to ask for advice."

Saluo sneered at his polite response, and the contempt in his heart was even stronger.

On the contrary, Lord Guangfu, who was following Lord Qingjing, noticed something unusual again.

——People in the immortal way always report their names to the outside world, usually the name of the mountain is in the front, the name of the road is in the middle, and the name and surname are in the back. Fengling is quiet, Junyue is clean and dustless."

Just reporting "Yue Wuchen" is against the rules. It doesn't sound like justice for the heavens, but rather to avenge personal revenge...

Before he could finish thinking, Saluo stretched out his long sleeves, and an ancient bronze sword came out of his sleeves like a poisonous snake, biting straight at the waist of Mr. Qingjing!

He didn't intend to kill with this move, he just wanted to pick off his belt in front of the battle, so that Yue Wuchen would lose face, but the sword rushed all the way, but it was in vain.

Sa Luo was stunned for a moment, a bluish-red light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and a bad premonition exploded in his heart like wildfire!

He rolled forward and barely avoided it, but there was still a ray of chill passing by the side of his neck, followed by a stream of heat spraying out.

In just a moment, Lord Qing Jing floated behind Sa Luo like a ghost, his body turned into a cloud, his sword fell into fire, and almost cut off Sa Luo's head!

If Mr. Qingjing doesn't move, it's fine. Once he moves, Saluo knows that this person is definitely not as weak and deceitful as he appears on the surface.

He put away his contempt, drew the bronze long sword into his palm, blood mist rose around his body, dancing wildly like a fire dragon.

The fog of the blood sect is formed by the spiritual power of the blood sect, and it contains strange poison. Once it enters the eyes, there is a risk of blindness, and it has the effect of absorbing spiritual power and using it for oneself.

Mr. Qingjing remembered that in the first battle with Saluo, Saluo took advantage of the northwest wind to prevent him from getting close, and at the same time let the blood mist drift into the ranks of the four disciples, which almost caused a catastrophe.

Thirty stood up in the blood mist, stretched his neck, the crow blue in his eyes deepened, and said with a grinning smile: "...Yue Wuchen, come on."

Saluo was easily transferred from the front line, and without discussing with him, a blood mist formed, and he felt a headache for [-] years. Fortunately, they were at the headwind of the blood mist, and he just wanted to signal his disciples to take advantage of the opportunity to add fuel to the flames and attack by the wind, but he heard A cultivator in green on the opposite side shouted sharply before him: "Disciple of Qingliang Valley, the wind is blowing!"

... After twenty years of death, I never imagined that the disciples of the four sects had already prepared the wind array!

Why?

Their attack plan in advance was known to the four gates, and it could be explained as an inner ghost; now that Saluo created the blood mist without authorization, it was obviously a random move, why did he still fall into the opponent's scheme? !

For twenty years, he didn't want to think about it too much, and yelled at Sa Luo like crazy: "Sa Luo! Take away the blood mist!!"

However, the arrow is on the string, and the wind has come.

In an instant, the northwest wind turned into a southeast wind, and the thick blood mist around Saluo suddenly dispersed, rolling in the opposite direction and attacking the direction of Demon Dao!

And the moment the protective blood mist left Saluo's body, Mr. Qing Jing approached Saluo again from the side, and slashed down with his sword!

Saluo had no time to deal with the escaping blood mist, when the bronze sword barely blocked the sword light, the screams of the demonic disciples rang in his ears.

The disciples in the front row covered their red and swollen eyes, and fell down one after another, rolling all over the ground. Although Nian Zai retreated extremely quickly, their eyes were not immune to irritation.

Seeing that the front of the magic way was disrupted by their own spells, all the disciples cheered up. Lord Guangfu of Fengling Mountain, Lord Fuyao of Qinglianggu, Lord Mingzhao of Danyang Peak, and Zhou Yunlie of Ying Tianchuan all looked at each other in front of the formation. With a glance, Qi Qi held out his swords and commanded: "Four disciples, kill and kill! Eliminate demons!"

After [-] years of tearing, my eyes were blurred, but my hearing became sharper.

——He could hear clearly that the killing sound came not only from the front, but also from the wings and the rear.

...they got into a pocket array? !

Even their direction of travel was counted by the opponent?

Nian Zai was dizzy in front of his eyes, he heard the panicked groans and cries of the disciples beside him because of his blindness, and he heard the roar of swords in front of him. The blind disciple pushed forward!

The gushing blood splashed onto Nian Zai's body, making him even more frantic. He grabbed all the meat shields he could grab and threw them in front of him until he retreated into the area that was not soaked in blood mist, and was frantically protected by a group of disciples. After he stopped, he relieved his strength and sat down on the wet soil.

... it's over.

...He led the demon disciples into a well-planned heaven and earth net.

When he woke up sweating profusely from the dream, he remembered a most important thing and shouted: "Saluo! Come back! Come back!"

But where is the shadow of Saluo in front of the formation?

Saluo and Yue Wuchen fought into the dense forest, and then flew into the air, the flowing sword fire criss-crossed, forcing Saluo to be unable to even swear.

damn it!Does this person surnamed Yue have any hatred for killing his father and taking his wife?

He hadn't gotten used to Yue Wuchen's swordsmanship that was as floating as duckweed and as nimble as a charm, but he seemed to have known him for many years, he had carefully calculated every poisonous move he made, and dispelled it lightly.

Saluo couldn't escape the torrential rain of the sword light, so he had to retreat all the way from Bao'an Mountain to the adjacent Huaining Mountain. .

He had no choice but to burrow into a pine forest on Huaining Mountain, hoping to avoid it temporarily, but Lord Qing Jing did not let him go lightly as he wished, but followed him straight away with his sword.

The sword's edge frightened and struck electricity, vowing to cut off everything in sight.

Shrubs, bushes, pine forests, those obstacles, Yue Wuchen couldn't see them all, and didn't pay attention to them.

He is full of eyes, only one thirty Luo.

Finally, a collapsed pine brushed against the back of Saluo, who was tossing about and running away all the way, and cut a bloody gash across his back, delaying his walking speed for a moment.

In just this short moment, Yue Wuchen bullied him, put the sheath in one hand against the back of Saluo's neck, and held the sword in the other, and mercilessly nailed him into his shoulder, wedged him straight into the humus-covered ground. In the mud of things!

Saluo felt sweet in his throat, but he didn't even have time to spit out the blood, his mouth and nose were sealed in the mud together, and the bronze blade with the curling blade flew out, and with a buzzing sound, it pierced through the trunk of a century-old tree.

Saluo was originally a desperado, but it was also the first time he saw an orthodox monk who was even more deadly than himself.

However, Saluo is Saluo after all, and he is unwilling to die easily in such a situation. He pushes the shoulder blade of the sword up, and lets "Yuan Jun" pass through the shoulder, directly pushing it to the hilt of the sword, and shouting With a sound, he pulled himself up from the ground, rolled sideways, touched Yue Wuchen's lapel, hugged his waist, and stabbed his chest with the bloody sword tip!

In the blink of an eye, Yue Wuchen's reaction was not inferior to his. He grasped the blade of the sword with his bare hands, turned the blade into a guillotine, and cut off the flesh and blood on the side of his wound!

Thirty Roar roared in pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and he raised his knee to hit Yue Wuchen's lower abdomen, but no matter how hard he tried, it was as if he had hit a silent wall of iron and steel.

Blood trickled out from Yue Wuchen's palm, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, he gathered the spiritual flow at the place where the three Luo Danyuan were, and then his eyes sharpened, gathered the spiritual energy in his whole body, gathered it into a heavy hammer, and smashed straight into it In his Nascent Soul body!

Nascent Soul was injured, the pain was unbearable, Saluo's eyes were wide open, and with a scream, he lost all energy, his body became limp, and he passed out without consciousness.

Yue Wuchen sat in the forest with blood on his hands and disheveled hair on his temples, the stale air that had been suppressed in his chest since the start of the berserk battle just now gushed out.

He gasped heavily, cold sweat rolling down his cheeks.

If Lord Guangfu were here, he would probably be surprised by Yue Wuchen's desperate way of beating and killing.

……what is this?

Yue Wuchen has always been clean and tidy, and when he dances his sword, he looks like a gentleman who is graceful and lingering. Why does he have to roll around with people in his body covered in water and mud?

So is street wrestling.

But as long as Yue Wuchen thought of Xu Xingzhi's smashed right hand bone, and the helplessness and despair in his eyes when he was nailed to the white jade pillar in front of the hall, he couldn't calm down at all, and just wanted to get the debt he owed from him. Get it all back.

…When he really calmed down, Saluo was seriously injured and was dying.

Unbeknownst to Saluo, it was indeed the first time he had fought against Yue Wuchen, but Yue Wuchen had fought against him more than once, and during the long dark years, he had imagined countless times how to deal with this old enemy.

Now Yue Wuchen has the upper hand, and it is half an hour earlier than the time of killing him last time.

After avenging his personal revenge, Yue Wuchen took a breather for a while, and then turned into the gentle Qing Jingjun again.

He supported the tree and stood up slowly, hid his bleeding palm in his sleeve, walked to Saluo's side, and looked down at the blood-stained face of the man under the starlight.

...Just smash his soul core, and everything will be over.

But just when Mr. Qingjing pulled "Yuanjun" out of his body with one hand and was about to strike, the person in front of him frowned, his face showing pain, and after a moment of muffled groaning, his body gradually shrank, and his blood-stained body gradually shrank. The sleeve robe also became emptier by the minute.

...Yue Wuchen withdrew his sword suddenly.

It's not that Saluo did it on purpose, it's just that the Nascent Soul in the body was severely injured, and in order to protect itself, it tightened itself, which caused the body to degenerate.

It was the same as when Nine Branches of Lights forced Xu Xingzhi to return his body to five years old.

The man, about eight feet tall, quickly shrank back to his boyhood.He looked to be about ten years old at most, his stature was only four and a half feet, his lips were scorched, his mouth was swollen, his face was pale, there was blood foam oozing from the corner of his mouth, at first glance, he was really weak and pitiful.

Yue Wuchen's heart trembled, and he wanted to stab with the sword, but no matter what, he couldn't let the sword fall, and cut the too weak throat.

There is a rule in Fengling Mountain, that the sword must not be stained with the blood of women and children, but in addition, there is an iron rule of "eliminating evil and doing everything".

Mr. Qing Jing also doesn't know, when a child merges with an extremely evil person, whether he should abide by the former or the latter.

Facing the little boy whose limbs were twitching slightly, Yue Wuchen hesitated for a while, but finally made up his mind.

He squatted down, suppressed several major veins on Saluo's body, condensed the spiritual energy in his body, sneaked into his body, and washed away the evil veins in his body.

Saluo, who was in a daze, trembled violently, and whimpered like a small animal. Because of the extreme pain, tears rolled out, washing his muddy cheeks mottled.

The cleaning went on for about half an hour, and it was only when the rooster was about to crow that Mr. Qing Jing withdrew his hands from his convulsive and trembling chest.

...he decided not to kill him.

Saluo suffered a crushing defeat today, his cultivation base was crippled, his spiritual veins were destroyed, and he washed away all the magical veins. He could no longer practice any magical skills, and the power of the Nascent Soul in his body also lost the medium for circulation. I can't do any more evil.

Just let him lie here.When Mo Dao finds him, he will bring him back to the main altar to raise him.

Qing Jing put the blood-stained blade back into the scabbard with his left hand, walked a few steps, looked back at Saluo who was huddled in the pile of clothes, frowning and moaning, lowered his head and brushed the mud that fell on the skirt, and stepped on the wind , drifting away.

A moment after he left, a group of ragged demonic disciples sneaked into Huaining Mountain like ghosts, and Liu Yunhe, the leader, waved his hands and said in a low voice: "Scatter, we must find Master back!"

The magic disciples spread out obediently and searched separately.

There was a triangular eye on Liu Yunhe's side, and when he saw the wet blood on his forehead, he handed over a handkerchief eagerly: "...Brother, wipe it off."

Liu Yunhe was disturbed, and pushed his palm away: "Get lost. Find Master quickly."

Triangle Eyes obviously wasn't very keen on this, and whispered to persuade: "Brother, I just heard some disciples comment that they saw Yue Wuchen leave from Mount Huaining, except for some blood stained on his sleeves, everything is fine... ..."

Liu Yunhe's complexion changed suddenly, and a big ear scraper was thrown straight out, with a crisp sound, and the triangular eyes fell to the ground: "If you dare to curse Master, believe it or not, I will make you die in an ugly way!"

The triangular eyes covered the swollen half of his face, he stopped talking too much, and the tip of his tongue licked the blood gushing from the loose teeth, slandering endlessly:

It is a certain fact that Mr. Qing Jing retreated completely. Correspondingly, Saluo is either dead or disabled now.

If it is dead, it will be clean once everything is over; if it is not dead, there will be a lot of excitement.

——In the way of magic, it has always been the pursuit of success and defeat, and the supremacy of strength, and there is no need for useless people.Besides, Saluo is not a popular person in the devil's way.

When Saluo practiced tonics, he never looked for ordinary people.It's not that he sympathizes with human life, but that in his opinion, there is no difference between a mortal and a pork pig, and only those disciples who have cultivated to a certain level are eligible to be supplemented by him.

His innate talent for cultivating demons gave him the capital to be arrogant, and his disciples were often tormented by his moody temperament.If it offended him, it would be polite to go all out.

To put it bluntly, Saluo is an out-and-out villain. Immortal Dao hates him, and Demon Dao hates him equally. Even Triangle Eye was hurt and beaten by him before.

Triangle Eyes licked the wound on his mouth, looking forward to finding a handicapped Saluo, and he would take him back to the Demonic Way. Nian Zai and Liu Yunhe would also protect him properly in a short time, but How long can a weak and useless person win sympathy?

Saluo will gradually be left behind by people. At that time, some people want to "serve" him well.

After another half hour, a demon disciple who entered the pine forest suddenly called out: "Senior Brother Liu Yunhe, here!"

Liu Yunhe rushed to follow the sound, and happened to see the disciple pick up a fragment of clothes from among the leaves of the pine needle forest with the tip of his sword, it was stained with a large amount of blood, the cloth was soft and luxurious, it was cut from the robe that Saluo was wearing today Yes, there is a trace of blood on the ground, meandering towards the other end of the forest.

Liu Yunhe's eyes were red: "... Find him quickly! Master is injured, so he must not be able to go far!"

The disciples below responded positively with malice: "Yes!"

In a clearing not far from the pine forest, a frail young man crawled forward tremblingly.

His limbs were trapped in the overly loose purple robe, so his movements appeared clumsy and sloppy, like a gecko whose tail had been cut off for the first time.

His fingers were worn out by the sandstone, and blood flowed from his ten fingers, but he still struggled and twisted all the way, climbing up a cliff in front of him.

When he was struggling for his life in vain, a pair of plain white cloud shoes suddenly and silently appeared in Yu Guangli.

The young man panted twice and raised his face.

Amidst the glowing shadows of the morning glow, stood a figure as clean as dust. His whole body was wrapped in misty white clothes, only his right sleeve was stained with bright red blood.

The boy paused, then turned around and crawled towards him.

Yue Wuchen didn't move half a step, just looked at him quietly.

He turned back when he was halfway there.

He admits that he failed to think carefully when he abolished Thirty Luo's spiritual power.

I am not a member of the Demonic Way, and I still have a lot of ignorance about the Demonic Way; if there is any elixir and treasure in the Demonic Way, which can restore the spiritual veins washed away by me, then if I let Saluo be picked up by the Demonic Way, I am not a savage tiger. Back to the mountain?

When he was thinking about how to deal with this person, the young man had already crawled to his feet, grabbed his clothes, and sobbed with tears streaming down his face, "Brother, save me...I'm in so much pain."

Yue Wuchen's expression changed.

... He didn't expect such an accident to happen.

Probably because the power of the magic way has dissipated, the crow blue color in the young man's eyes has completely receded, tears flickered between the big black and white eyes, and he begged hoarsely: "Brother..."

Yue Wuchen lowered his head and asked, "Do you remember who I am?"

The young man stared at him blankly for a while, then shook his head, but the hand holding the hem of his clothes became more and more forceful, rubbing the bottom of the silk robe into a mess.

Yue Wuchen still lowered his head and watched him quietly, wondering what he was thinking.

The boy seemed to have exhausted his last strength, his head drooped, and he lost consciousness.

The footsteps of the forest demon disciples gradually came out.Triangle Eyes was the first to break into the clearing, but the scene he was hoping to see did not appear.

——The ocher bloodstains stretched all the way out of the pine forest, and disappeared when they were more than ten feet away from the cliff.

The triangular eye rushed to the edge of the cliff unwillingly, opened his eyes and looked around, but only saw a piece of jagged rocks, where is there any human figure?

In front of Xiaoqing Temple, the disciples of the four sects who had won a great victory cleaned the battlefield happily, and placed the corpses of the disciples thrown by the magic way in front of the temple, and buried them on the spot only after the practice calmed down their souls and eliminated their karma.

Mr. Guangfu was anxious and lingering in front of the gate, until he saw Hui Xueliufeng's figure from a distance, he was relieved, and stepped on his sword to meet him.

Just as he was about to ask Yue Wuchen how he was doing, he saw a bloody child lying on his back.

Lord Guangfu was surprised: "Who is this child?"

Mr. Qing Jing said bluntly: "Thirty Luo."

For a moment, Mr. Guangfu suspected that he had heard wrongly, and when he came back to his senses, he wondered whether Mr. Qingjing was making fun of him.

He walked behind Mr. Qing Jing, opened the fainted child's eyelids, and was sure that the eyes he saw were jet black, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior brother, don't make such a joke. Your right hand is injured? Take this child Hand it over to other disciples, quickly look back, and I'll bandage it up for you."

Mr. Qing Jing insisted: "Look at his face carefully."

Mr. Guangfu's complexion froze, and he lowered his head again to take a closer look.

However, Mr. Guangfu hadn't been able to take a closer look at Saluo before, and now he can't figure out why he stared at him hard. He can only see that this young man has pale skin, handsome facial features, and no evil spirits on his body.

It wasn't until Lord Qingjing told Lord Guangfu everything about everything in Huaining Mountain that Lord Guangfu frowned: "Brother, do you think he really lost his memory, or is he pretending to deceive and try to save his life?"

Mr. Qing Jing said: "I think he is lying to me."

Lord Guangfu settled down a bit: Fortunately, the senior brother is still clear-headed, and has not been fooled by the rhetoric of this demonic person.

He then asked: "Then how does the senior brother plan to deal with him?"

Mr. Qing Jing said: "I plan to take him back to Fengling."

Mr. Guangfu: "..."

He found that since his senior brother woke up from that night dream, he couldn't figure out his mind.

Mr. Qing Jing explained: "If you let him go back to the Demon Way, I'm afraid he will go back to the mountain."

"Then kill him!"

Seeing that Mr. Qingjing remained silent, Mr. Guangfu showed anxiety in his eyes: "Brother, at this time, the benevolence of women is absolutely unacceptable! Cutting the weeds and roots is the first priority!"

"...I didn't mean that." Mr. Qing Jing added softly, "I mean, killing him is really a bit cheap for him."

Mr. Guangfu: "..."

"His demonic meridian has been cleaned by me, and the demonic way cannot go back." Qing Jing said slowly, "Bring him back to Fengling, it will be like putting him under house arrest by his side and observing him from time to time. If he still intends to If he makes trouble, follow what the younger brother said, and get rid of him; if he keeps his own place, intends to change his ways and return to righteousness, and devote himself to the Tao, given time, he may be able to be used in other ways."

Mr. Guangfu was curious: "What's the use?"

Mr. Qing Jing smiled slightly: "...In short, it will work out well."

Mr. Guangfu was even more confused, not knowing what relationship Rao Saluo's life had with Xu Xingzhi.

But fortunately, the tiger had its teeth pulled out and its claws cut off, leaving only a soft tongue, and turned into a little tiger. After thinking about it, Mr. Guangfu felt that he didn't have to be afraid of him at all.

...Sairo, who is unconscious, does not yet know that his fate has been ruled.

When he woke up, he was on a couch in a meditation room. The skin and flesh on his body that had been rubbed off by sandstone had been bandaged, and his whole body was tied up like a white rice dumpling.

Probably because of the baby's tender flesh and shallow eye sockets, Saluo felt pain all over his body when he moved even a little bit, and tears poured down his face.

Saluo was crying uncontrollably while gnashing his teeth.

Of course he won't lose his memory.Everything that happened in the pine forest was repeated in front of his eyes, vividly visible.He believed that he would never forget this humiliation in his whole life.

... The pain of the destruction of spiritual power is far better than physical damage.

Demon Dao, he will never go back.

If he didn't know how many enemies he had made in the magic way, he wouldn't have struggled to escape after waking up, even if he jumped off a cliff, he wouldn't fall into the hands of those people.

If Yue Wuchen hadn't gone and returned, he might have died under the cliff now.

And when he saw Yue Wuchen, the desire to survive caused Sa Luo to temporarily abandon his dignity and crawl towards him recklessly, even feeling a bit of humble gratitude and joy in his stupor.

Now that he was awake, he felt extremely ashamed and wished he could strangle Yue Wuchen to death.

However, he knew that with his current mortal body, he couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Thinking of his many years of cultivation that had been ruined once, Saluo became anxious and furious, wishing he could beat the bed to vent his anger.

At this moment, the door of the meditation room was pushed open, Yue Wuchen rolled in a book with his left hand, saw the tearful black eyes of the child on the bed, after a moment of surprise, he said softly: "...Are you awake?"

Saluo swallowed his resentment, and nodded obediently.

Yue Wuchen stepped forward, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and gently printed two seals on the corners of his eyes: "Don't cry, it won't heal if tears soak the wound."

This person has a clear scent of wine, and this face, makes the always alcoholic Sa Luo want to bite him hard to vent his anger.

Yue Wuchen continued to ask him: "What's your name? Why did you suffer such a serious injury in the mountains?"

Saluo pretended to think hard and shook his head in pain: "I don't remember."

"The past and the past are all cumbersome, so it's better to forget them all." Yue Wuchen was very open-minded, "From today onwards, you will enter my Fengling Mountain and be my second apprentice. I will give you a name," Luo Shisan ', do you think it's okay?"

Saluo: "..."

He had never thought that such a rustic name would fall on his head, and his silver teeth were almost crushed.

But when he heard Yue Wuchen allowed him to enter Fengling Mountain, Saluo's heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, the stinky Taoist priests all have a useless woman's heart.

Yue Wuchen didn't intend to kill the grass and roots, so of course Saluo didn't have to make himself uncomfortable, first find a place to stay, and then slowly plan.

…After entering Fengling, there is no need to worry about not having a chance to kill this hypocrite.

Thinking of this, he grinned, his black eyes were full of pure light, and said obediently: "Thank you, Master, for taking care of me."

... The one surnamed Yue has a long future, just wait for me.

Yue Wuchen nodded, the clear light in his eyes drooped down, concealed by the shadow of his long eyelashes, there seemed to be melancholy, and there was a bit of self-deprecating meaning.

...After many years of death, he is no longer the original Yue Wuchen.

However, he would rather live soberly than die in a daze.In this life, he will live well with his actions.

This time when he goes back, he will start saving dowry for Xingzhi.

Thinking of this, Yue Wuchen finally felt happier, pursing his lips and smiling.

Saluo was rolling his eyes impatiently, trying to mobilize the exhausted Nascent Soul in his body, when he bumped into Yue Wuchen's smiling face.

He was slightly taken aback, only thinking that he was smiling at himself.

...Not to mention, it's pretty good-looking.

But this appreciation was quickly overwhelmed by the urge to strangle him to death, Sa Luo secretly laughed at Yue Wuchen's stupidity in his heart, and continued to think about how to do it.

Just like in Yue Wuchen's memories of his previous life, after twenty years of defeat, Saluo returned with no bones left, and the arrogance of the demon way dropped sharply, and he handed over a letter asking for surrender within a few days.

In order to express his sincerity in surrendering, Nianzai offered to send a young son to Fengling as an apprentice.

When he received this letter, Yue Wuchen was on his way back to Fengling Mountain from Bao'an Mountain. He had read the letter from the apostle of the Demon Dao, and he put the letter in his sleeve, saying that he would consider it.

Saluo's right shoulder was pierced by Yue Wuchen's sword, so he might not be able to use it very easily in the future, and his legs were also severely damaged while crawling.

Since he was not good at walking, Yue Wuchen stayed by his side day and night, and carried him on his back when he returned to the mountain.

... Yue Wuchen couldn't feel at ease if he entrusted him to others to serve him.

Saluo had also heard about the Demonic Dao's request for peace, and when he secretly hated his brother's incompetence, he also secretly looked forward to sending a powerful arm to assist him in his great cause of killing masters.

But now he wants to pretend to be harmless to humans and animals, to numb Yue Wuchen, so that he can gradually trust him.

Therefore, when he saw his thin neck veins close at hand, Sa Luo resisted the urge to bite and tightened his arms around his neck.