Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

Song Yanqing flipped through the plot, probably after their death, Feng Tianjiao was completely blackened, and she was going to destroy all the people who participated in the encirclement and suppression at that time, as well as the sect they belonged to.Tu Bian went to the world of martial arts, and used righteous heads to worship Song Yanqing and Mo Nanchen.

She seized the position of the leader of Xuanming Sect, imprisoned the head of the Xingtang Hall, and broke into the forbidden area to secretly learn Xuanming magic skills.

It is a sequel derived from the world itself. Although it is called "The Rise of the World Demon Cult", Feng Tianjiao did dominate for a while in the early stage.But she made too many enemies, and because she was too cruel, she lost her heart. She was lonely all her life and finally committed suicide in front of Song Yanqing's tomb.

Even though she could no longer remember Feng Tianjiao's appearance, Song Yanqing still remembered that little junior sister who was devoted to him.

He inquired with passers-by about where he was, and it was Yong'an County at the foot of Xuanmingjiao Mountain.

It's just that when Song Yanqing asked about Xuanmingjiao, the passers-by who were held back by him would walk away nervously.

An old bun seller looked around and waved to Song Yanqing for him to come and talk.

He looked Song Yanqing up and down, and said in a low voice, "Which sect does the young man belong to?"

"No sect, no sect." Song Yanqing touched the sword at his waist and said, "My master is an unknown swordsman. I have been learning martial arts outside the Guan, and I have never set foot in the Central Plains martial arts."

"I've never been to the Central Plains, no wonder."

The old uncle looked around vigilantly, he pulled Song Yanqing's sleeve and said in a low voice: "I think you have a kind face, young man. I advise you, don't mention Xuanming Sect here."

"Why is there such a weird taboo?" Song Yanqing asked.

Now that the stalls are almost closed, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street.The old man was packing his things in his hands, and when he heard Song Yanqing's words, he sighed a long time, and said helplessly, "It's not the trouble caused by those decent people, the sect on the mountain has been guarding this town since its establishment. But five Years ago, those decent people killed the leader of the Xuanming Sect and Zuo Hufa, and hey, they didn't even leave a whole body behind."

The old man lived in Yong'an County for generations, and was protected by Xuanming Sect, and he was defending Xuanming Sect in every word.

He looked around, took a bun and sent away a little beggar.He continued to lower his voice and said: "I heard that the left protector and the right protector are like brothers and sisters. Once they die, the right protector will become demonic. The Xuanming Sect, which was supposed to be good, has become a real devil's religion. Although it doesn't make trouble in the town, But they will kill all quacks who come in. Don't ask anything, just kill if they are decent."

Song Yanqing frowned slightly. In the original text, they died in battle together.He didn't know that Feng Tianjiao would become like this, but it was also reasonable.

The old man was sure again and again that Song Yanqing was not a decent person, so he pushed the cart home, mumbling and cursing decent people.

"I think the world is upright, and there is no good bird." He spat and said, "I, a commoner, can see what is said to do justice for the heavens. They are just jealous of the Xuanming Sect's money, and they are all robbers. robbing houses..."

Song Yanqing helped him push the car home and gave him some money.The old man's hands were trembling holding the money, he thanked Song Yanqing tremblingly, and stuffed all the money into the cage and hid it.

He gritted his teeth, looked at Song Yanqing and said in a low voice: "Young man, listen to my advice, and leave quickly. Recently, what kind of alliance did the decent faction set up, and they all camped in the western suburbs of the county. I see, within three days they They will come in. We are ordinary people, and the Xuanming Sect will not harm the people of Yong’an County. But you are from the Jianghu, and when the time comes, the leader will make great achievements, and if you are red-eyed, then you will..."

He made a gesture, Song Yanqing frowned slightly and said, "How did you know about the decent alliance?"

"People from both parties have been scolding for several days, and even the surrounding officials dare not stop it."

After bidding farewell to the old man, Song Yanqing bought a horse and rushed to the western suburbs.

After walking less than a hundred miles out of the city, I saw a pile of tents pitched there.

The tents were divided into areas according to sects, and now it was meal time, and those people were all sitting in their own sects to gather for dinner.

Song Yanqing had left this world for a long time, even though those people were all wearing martial arts costumes, Song Yanqing couldn't recognize any of them.

He watched for a long time, only recognized Shaolin.

The old Shaolin monks like to be quiet, and their tents are set up at the outermost edge, some distance away from other sects.

They started a fire to cook, and a bunch of bald heads were particularly conspicuous under the light of the fire.

Song Yanqing looked at those shiny bald heads, and suddenly thought of the monk Miaozhen who had acquainted with him back then.

At that time, he felt that if Monk Miaozhen hadn't met Luo Qiuyi, he might really have become a compassionate eminent monk in the end.

Song Yanqing rode his horse over, and when he entered the Shaolin area, several vigilant monks stopped him.

"I have been traveling outside the customs before, and I have always asked about the name of Master Miaozhen. I just want to meet you today. Please forgive me if I offend you." Song Yanqing took off his sword and handed it to a monk closest to him, saying: "Thank you, everyone. Master."

"Master Uncle Miaozhen has been traveling far away for more than three years." The monk clasped his palms together and said in salute: "The benefactor, please come back."

Song Yanqing still wanted to speak, but suddenly saw a familiar face in the crowd.

The man had a shiny bald head and was sitting on the ground knocking on wooden fish.

Song Yanqing hissed, pointed at him and said hesitantly: "That person is..."

The monk who was talking to him looked back and said, "Oh, that's Junior Brother Wu Yuan."

"Do you know his layman's name?" Song Yanqing asked.

Before the monk could answer, Monk Wuyuan walked over.

He put away the wooden fish and looked at Song Yanqing with a smile and said: "Benefactor Song, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

...

Feng Tianjiao woke up again from the dream, the dream was a sea of ​​flames, her senior brother lying on the ground was engulfed by the flames bit by bit.

It has been five years, Feng Tianjiao has not had a single night of restful sleep in these years.

She always thinks about revenge, and originally planned to go to the martial arts world when Xuanming's magical skills are complete.But her talent in martial arts is mediocre, it took her five years to get to the fourth level of martial arts.

Now that they are forming an alliance again, Feng Tianjiao has no choice but to fight.

She left the secret room and went to her bedroom.The person on the bed was still asleep, Feng Tianjiao walked over and covered her with the quilt.

With just a slight movement, the person woke up. She opened her eyes and looked at Feng Tianjiao, without any emotion in her eyes.

Feng Tianjiao didn't blame her for being unreasonable. When Mo Nanchen and Zuo Hufa both fell, Xuanming Sect was in turmoil.The tree fell and the monkeys scattered, only this lowly dancer girl found the ancestor of the blood knife to take revenge on her own.

In the end, her arm was twisted by the blood knife ancestor, her legs were smashed into a human stick and thrown into a brothel.When Feng Tianjiao got the news, she was too late to rush there. Fortunately, Monk Miaozhen rushed to the brothel and rescued her, regardless of the obstruction of the ancestor of Xuedao.

Both the senior brother and the leader are dead, and the Xuanming Sect has lost its former glory.Apart from revenge, Feng Tianjiao couldn't find any goal to live on.

Even though the dancer was already a useless person, Feng Tianjiao admired her courage.She is willing to take care of the dancing girl for the rest of her life, just because she is the first one to fight desperately with the blood knife ancestor.

Feng Tianjiao helped the dancing girl up, originally planning to give her some supplements.

At this moment, she heard a slight noise coming from outside the window.

"Who!" Feng Tianjiao shattered the window with a palm wind, and she shouted loudly: "Where is that bastard hiding his head and showing his tail, and dare to break into my Xuanming Sect's forbidden place!"

Before she finished speaking, a bald head poked out from the window.

A monk smiled and showed his head, and said to her: "Amitabha, benefactor, look at what good things this little monk has brought you."

As he spoke, another head poked out beside him.

After seeing who came, the dancing girl who was lying on the bed gasped and struggled to get up.The whip in Feng Tianjiao's hand fell to the ground.She opened and closed her mouth, and after a long time, a distorted sound came out of her throat.

"Brother, is that you?"

The author has something to say: The next chapter ends with a side story, woo! !