The villain does one good thing every day

Zou Shan came to go down the mountain. As soon as he went out, he ran into Crescent Moon who was in a hurry. He took a sword and said that he would go down with him and see if he could help.

After Yueya finished speaking, she noticed Zou Shanlai's strangeness, and took a step forward: "Senior brother, your forehead is bleeding." She wanted to take out a handkerchief to wipe him, but Zou Shanlai blocked it.

On his forehead, there was a bloodstain.

It was the monster, which used its sharp nails to carve a slit on his forehead, and then squeezed its huge body into it.

Yueya touched Zou Shanlai, and the monster stood up from Zou Shanlai's body, and pressed its huge body on the top of Yueya's head, drooling all over the floor, its mouth grew long, its fangs were exposed, and its roots stood up, looking eerie Like rows of guillotines covering Crescent Moon's head, it can be bitten off with one bite.

And Yueya couldn't see it, because her cultivation base was too low.

Zou Shanlai looked at the monster coldly: "How dare you."

The monster shook twice, then retracted, back on Zou Shanlai.

Yue Ya thought that her senior brother was talking about herself, so she withdrew her hand resentfully, and apologized softly.Zou Shanlai opened his mouth to explain, but stopped again, turned around and went down the mountain.

The begging for rain went smoothly, and Zou Shanlai pointed his sword at the sky, and the rain poured down in response.For more than a month, he traveled all over the southern roads. Wherever he went, he was served with good wine and good food. The rich villages were rich in gold and silver, not to mention the overwhelming welcome and growing reputation.

Zou Shanlai is more about fortune-telling than doing it.The cost of fortune-telling is low, he is wary of monsters, and understands that too much leverage will only bring danger to himself.After coming and going, Mr. Shenduan, Zou Shanlai is quite famous. When he went to some places where he had never heard of the Chiang Rai sect, when people asked who he was, he opened his mouth and said "Qing", but under the eyes of everyone, Turned around.

Mentioning Chiang Rai means bringing up Zou Shan, and Zou Shan will still hurt Zhongyong. The 31-year-old's genius will definitely cause more trouble.

So, he became a green pine.

Zou Shanlai's appearance has also changed. He is younger, and his facial features have undergone subtle changes. In seven or eight years, he has not aged.

Qingsong was quite kind to Yueya, and gave her all the income she had earned over the past few years, and distributed it with her, only one, and never saw each other again, so don't mention the Chiang Rai faction.

Crescent Moon stared at the table full of gold and silver treasures, and was stunned, unable to react for a long time.

Qingsong waved: "It's all yours, you can distribute it as you please. Do you understand?"

Crescent Moon didn't look at it, she lowered her head, hesitated for a long time, and then raised it: "Brother, I've always wanted to ask... is there anything in your room?"

Qingsong looked at her: "What do you mean?"

Crescent Moon scratched her face: "That's right... sometimes I see a big shadow, it seems to be in your room... Also, where is the brother's sword? It's been a long time since I haven't seen you dancing with a sword... Why do you smoke pot? Brother Never had this before…”

Qingsong had no intention of explaining to her, and stood up: "Farewell."

Wealth is there, but it's just a little rich, a little noble, a decent family, and no name.The immortal cultivator in Nanling is just an ordinary person, because he is a casual cultivator, it is difficult to get a high ranking, is it fair?Of course it's not fair, and those who have the ability should talk about the way.

The opportunity came quickly.All the fellow Taoists in Nanling are going to suppress the gangster Qiu Shanfeng. The monster tells Qingsong that they can't win, and the casualties are huge.

Qingsong hesitated a lot. At that time, he thought that since he was invited by the Bandit Suppression Conference, his words would have some weight. Knowing that they would suffer such casualties, Qingsong couldn't bear not to mention it.

So he spoke out, earnestly, out of genuine concern.

But no one listened.

Not only did no one believe it, some people even moved out of the sect background, and they overwhelmed Qingsong with what they said, and Qingsong simply ignored it.

After suffering heavy casualties, Qingsong took command in the face of danger to suppress Qiu Shanfeng.He has no way to deal with it, because he has seen how Qiu Shanfeng ignites mountain fires and summons thunder from the sky. This Qiu Shanfeng is not a good stubble.

The monster also confirmed this conjecture. He said that Qiu Shanfeng is Qijin's banished god.

Qingsong asked: "He or you, who is stronger and who is weaker?"

The monster laughed loudly, as if a voice came from the depths of hell: "Old man."

Qingsong went up to Nantian Mountain alone, but Qiu Shanfeng was willing to see him.

On Nantian Mountain, there are many seven gold treasures, and Qiu Shanfeng himself is far from what Qingsong thought.

Qiu Shanfeng asked him to go up the mountain, and when he got up the mountain, he said he was willing to make peace.

Qingsong was stunned: "Why?"

Qiu Shanfeng sighed deeply, telling the past.

It turned out that the ordeal of the Qijin faction only began after the Qijin old fairy fell into the gods.Except for the mortal Qijin Sect, none of the priests in the sky are left from the Qijin Sect, and all of them will be tried.

Qiu Shanfeng, formerly known as Gao Zisheng, was the leader of the [-]th regiment of Beihai. After falling into heaven, he lived in Nanling. He wanted to seek a way out, but at that time, it was the time when the world hated Beihai and Qijin the most, and he had nowhere to go.After accidentally casting a spell again, he was regarded as a heretic and attracted all the Taoist cultivators to attack him. He had no choice but to escape to this mountain.

Zhanshan still needed food and clothing, and in the end, he recruited a group of other wandering Qijin people to start the business of Zhanshan as king.

Qiu Shanfeng lifted the hem of his clothes, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Qingsong:

"I know that I have committed a serious crime. I occupied the back of the mountain to rob, and my subordinates went wrong, killing many innocent people. Last time when all the Taoist cultivators came to crusade, I was about to make peace, but I was besieged. , I waited to counter the curse and cast it on myself, which caused this catastrophe.

I, Gao Zisheng, together with the seven principals of Nantian Mountain, are willing to bear all the consequences, and punish, punish and kill at will.I just want to let the rest of the Qijin people on my mountain go, abolish their cultivation, and let them live. "

Qingsong took a puff of cigarette slowly, and looked at Qijin's territory: "It's a pity... If it is now, Qijin can be your golden signboard."

Qiu Shanfeng was puzzled: "The world hates me Qijin."

Qingsong smiled: "The world hates the strong, and when the strong are destroyed, they will miss it every day."

Qiu Shanfeng is still unclear: "Is there such a saying?"

Qingsong knocked on the cigarette pot: "What do you care about? You have been incognito for so many years, and no one will know that you are Qijin."

He stood up and looked around in this hole: "The defeat of Qijin back then is itself very debatable. After so many years, some words have gained the upper hand. Besides, in today's world, there is no big faction that has Qijin's back then. Prestige, of course some people miss the prestige of thousands of people coming to congratulate and the gods bowing down for it—whether it has anything to do with him or not."

Qiu Shanfeng didn't understand, but he didn't speak, just looked at Qingsong: "In your opinion, how should this matter be resolved?"

The monster suddenly leaned close to Qingsong's ear: "This person has become a demon, and he will definitely be able to greatly help his cultivation."

On the other side, Qiu Shanfeng suddenly drew his sword: "Sir, don't move, there is evil!"

Qingsong glanced at him, and asked the monster in a low voice: "In the past, you just let the evil species lend me your body, and you never laid hands on a living person."

The monster's voice was full of wisdom: "You can't agree to his terms. Qijin is a good reputation. It is beneficial and harmless to hang on to it. Adding something to talk about is also very helpful."

Qingsong turned his eyes and said again: "It's enough to take him and the person in charge."

"Other Qijin people, recognize you?"

Qingsong was silent.

Qiu Shanfeng had already cast a spell, drew a talisman and flew away, pointing at the sword: "Reveal!"

Then he saw, on Qingsong's shoulder, there was a huge monster lying cross-legged. The monster was full of evil spirits, and it was a first-class evil species.

He took a step forward, stretched out his hand towards Qingsong, trying to pull him away: "Sir, be careful!"

His hand was grabbed by Qingsong, and when he was about to use his strength, he found that Qingsong was pulling him in the opposite direction.

Only then did he understand: "You!"

As soon as the green pine was pulled, the monster lowered its head, bit off Qiu Shanfeng in one bite, swallowed him in two bites, and then slammed into the mountain wall forcefully, sending the swallowed Qiu Shanfeng down the Yama Realm.

Qingsong looked at him coldly: "He killed too many people, it's retribution."

Someone shouted at the door, asking what happened.

Qingsong glanced at the monster, and the monster grinned: "The evil seed must be cultivated by blood."

Qingsong hesitated.

The monster curled up on him: "The gangsters slaughtered, no one is innocent."

Qingsong didn't move.

The louder the shouts at the door, the sound of swords being drawn can already be heard, and there are also cries of knocking on the door and thunder.

Qingsong said: "The gangsters slaughtered, no one is innocent."

After finishing speaking, he went out from the main entrance and went down the mountain, leaving the mountain people to the monster.

The monster reports every day, and he informs everyone.When Qiu Shanfeng was hanging at the gate of the city, Qingsong understood that the evil seed had been formed.

Seeing the massacre all over the mountain and the tragic death of his fellow disciples, Qiu Shanfeng couldn't express his hatred and became a demon.

Master Qingsong's life experience is also "found out". It turns out that he is the descendant of the legendary Qijin, the great and arrogant Qijin who succeeded and failed.

From then on, Qingsong raised his arms and shouted, Nanling is his world, he can take care of his own group, and others, it is too troublesome for him to be a bully.

Qing Yizhang towers rise from the ground, and creatures from all over the world come to ask for divination. They earn money from businessmen and gain a reputation for profound Taoism. After taking off the skin of Chiang Rai, Zou Shanlai finally realized his dream.

The fly in the ointment—there is always a fly in the ointment—is that the sha species occasionally eat people, and there are more and more sha, and it is a bit annoying to quarrel.

Through Shazhong's eyes, he looks down on the world from a high place. People's love, hatred, anger, and ignorance can't be asked for, it looks like a joke.The past he had struggled so much, now it seems like a light breath.

Qingsong drank a cup of wine, took a puff of cigarettes, laughed at himself for being too serious in the past, crossed his legs, and knocked on the smoke pot: "At that time, it was too hard, wasn't it?"

The monster floated in the room like a puff of smoke.

Qingsong lamented the joy of life: "The realm is different. Of course it is difficult for the weak."

The monster floated from east to west, staring at the people who walked in with bloody eyes.In this Qingyizhang attic, the walls are full of dead people's skeletons, piled up into bricks and stones; filled with blood, smoothing out gullies; In the sound of silk and bamboo, nothing can be heard.

"By the way." Qingsong squinted his eyes and smoked, "I haven't asked, what's your name?"

The monster suddenly took shape and filled the room. His scarlet eyes stared at the green pine. His usually calm and cautious voice finally smelled of blood. The voice was noisy and terrifying, coming from the depths of the ground:

"Sixth of the Shadi Gate, Mind Technique."