Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

Tried every day, but to no avail.

This result was disappointing, Helang sighed softly, and had no choice but to plan to find another way someday.

When Jiang Jingda came back to bring him lunch at noon, he soon realized something was wrong.

The setting of this door is exquisite, the small door catch below is still open, it must have been opened by someone other than him, but because the password door outside can't be opened, so after all, I can't get out, so I have to lock it with fingerprints. The door was also restored to its original state, and he checked the input records of the combination lock again, and sure enough, he found many wrong input attempts.

Glancing vaguely at Helang who was reading seriously, Jiang Jingda's eyes became more and more serious, everything is self-evident, isn't it?

He was absent-mindedly rejoicing all day in the company, but when he got home, he found such a thing, which was undoubtedly pouring cold water on his head.

His Lang Lang is really cunning, he thought he was really so well-behaved, but he turned out to be so naughty, and still wanted to leave him?

After closing the door, Jiang Jingda set up lunch for him, and asked casually, "How is Lang Lang's day today?"

Helang paused, closed the page, and said flatly, "It's okay, I've been reading."

"Can you guess the password?" Jiang Jingda asked out of nowhere, causing Helang's expression to change. It turned out that he already knew it.

Seeing that Helang didn't speak for a long time, looking thoughtful, Jiang Jingda sighed, squeezed his shoulders tightly, and reprimanded him, "This is not a good boy."

When his thoughts were exposed, Helang was a little embarrassed, so he simply didn't open his mouth. Facing Jiang Jingda's intimate contact, he didn't take the same initiative as yesterday, and turned his head and refused.

Such a gap made Jiang Jingda feel bad, he squeezed his chin fiercely, and forced him to kiss him.

The last time they were irrational, but this time, both of them were in a state of sobriety. Helang's eyes widened, and he was very repulsed by his closeness. He pushed him away with all his strength, and kept wiping his lips with his cuff. Pulling up the collar to cover the marks on his body is like a shame.

Jiang Jingda pressed him on the desk, locked his hands like iron tongs with one hand, and took off his clothes with the other.

Since he wanted to block it so much, he might as well not wear it.

What happened next happened naturally, and every time Helang struggled, the pain became worse. In the end, he didn't even dare to resist, and only became angry after the end, ignoring Jiang Jing for half a minute.

In a bad mood and exhausted, Helang was half leaning on the bed, with a lazy posture, smoking a cigarette, and sneered inwardly: "Locking my brother here to invade, offend, and let down my beautiful wife, that's a shame." It is what the head of the Jiang family did."

He is not a person who likes to smoke, and he has never tried it before. He accidentally found out Jiang Jingda's social cigarette. He smoked it out of curiosity, but felt that the smoke had a magical power. The smoke that came out seemed to be the weakness and depression in his body, which turned into white smoke and stripped from his body.

The smoke enveloped Heron's face, making the sarcasm on his lips less obvious.

Jiang Jingda's eyes were fascinated. His people just sat like this, smoking casually, and he could look fascinated.

But every word of his can still be like a sharp thorn, piercing his heart aching but helpless.

Jiang Jingda took a deep breath, kissed his hair reverently, carefully held his other hand, and looked at it carefully under his eyes.

There is a tiny mole at the bottom of his palm. Song Qinglian once told him that this mole represents happiness, and holding it in his hand means holding happiness.

When he was a child, his fleshy little hands could still be fully held, but as he grew older and his hand bones became slender, he could no longer hold them.

Seeing him staring at his hand in a daze, Helang also remembered what his mother said, so he clasped his hands together, "Look, I can't hold it."

Does this also mean that he really can't hold happiness anymore?Helang shook his head, and withdrew his hand from his arms.

Unwilling to give up, Jiang Jingda chased after him, clasped his five fingers, held him tightly, and said softly, "I will hold your happiness."

This is his promise and his persistence. He will hold Lang Lang's hand for the rest of his life, but he doesn't intend to say it.

His hand was a circle bigger than Helang's, and with such a grip, the hot temperature in his palm met, and it came continuously. Helang stared at the pious smile he had never seen on his paralyzed face. Trance.

If he remembered correctly, the wedding date was also approaching.Where did Jiang Jingda talk about giving him happiness?

Helang's indifference has become the norm in Jiang Jingda's eyes, and he doesn't complain. When he embarked on this road of no return, he was already prepared.

Like Lang Lang, it has always been his own business.

Because he was afraid that Helang would be too lonely by himself, Jiang Jingda brought Guatu into the room, not only prepared rabbit cages and feed, but also snacks that ordinary rabbits would not eat.

Guatu was greatly moved by this, and immediately turned against him, "I think the host is quite good, so you shouldn't be cold to him. Didn't you used to pester him every day and call him brother, quack~"

Helang stroked its soft rabbit fur and replied, "It's different today."

Fortunately, he was able to endure his loneliness, and it took a long time to read and write every day. Jiang Jingda was in a stalemate with him like this, without leaking a word, as if he was determined to imprison him for a lifetime.

Strangely, in the next few days, Jiang Jingda's time watching him was greatly reduced. Sometimes the person who brought him food and necessities became his assistant, but every time dozens of people came, that would make the room The impenetrable situation also made it impossible for Helang to escape.

After pondering the reason, Helang remembered that Jiang Jingda and Meng Xinyue's wedding date had arrived before he knew it, so he was planning to get married these days?

Guatu twitched its beard, objected to Helang's idea, dug out its hidden mobile phone, scratched it with its small paw, searched for the latest relevant reports, raised both hands in front of Helang, "Look!"

Helang looked at the words on it carefully, and his mood gradually turned turbulent.

It said that Jiang Jingda had broken off the engagement with Meng Xinyue, and revealed the reason for their marriage, and then annexed the Meng family who wanted to attach themselves to them.

His exposure meant that Meng Xinyue took advantage of his homosexuality to threaten him to enter into a marriage contract with her and cooperate with the Meng family.

As soon as this incident happened, relevant groups strongly criticized this behavior, believing that now is a new era and individual rights should be respected.

It is estimated that Meng Xinyue did not expect Jiang Jingda to be so courageous and dare to go all out, but Jiang Jingda came out to the public immediately, and said that the target was him, and later posted a proof that he was adopted by Jiang's father, indicating that he and his current brother have no relationship. Any blood relationship, so there is no ethical violation between them.

And same-sex love should not be rejected or belittled.

Helang took a deep breath, and searched for relevant comments and Jiang's recent situation.

Comments from the outside world were mixed. Some thought it was unhealthy and that homosexuality was against the harmony of yin and yang. However, most young people expressed their support, praised his courage, and supported them.

In the past few days, their shares have been ups and downs. Although they have been slightly affected, they have not lost any losses.

And after this trend, the Jiang family annexed the Meng family, rectified the management method, and finally the overall profit slowly increased, and it got on the right track, and its market share increased greatly. their development.

There was too much information, and it took Heron a while to recover.

"Host, the object in this world is really worry-free croak... But, without the help of the host, he wouldn't be able to get Jiang's croak so easily~" Guatu rubbed Helang's cheek.

Looking at the overwhelming reports, the Jiang family has been directly pushed to the top of the craze during this period. With such a good momentum, Jiang Jingda can be considered successful, but he doesn't know how the manual judges.

"Is this okay? I'm tired and don't want to stay in this world anymore." Heron lived in the room for too long, and his body became weaker and weaker. He even forgot what it feels like to exercise. He likes to be quiet, but Not so lifeless.

Guatu knew that the host had endured for a long time, so he also nodded, "It can be regarded as the completion of the quack, so the host will just stay like this until it disappears?"

Helang shook his head. If he just disappeared like this, Jiang Jingda would definitely think that he was missing, and would spend a lot of effort to find him. He didn't want him to do such useless things.

……

Jiang Jingda, who was still dealing with follow-up matters at the company, received a call from the assistant who was guarding Helang, immediately stopped what he was doing, answered immediately, and was also heading for the elevator, as if he was rushing home.

In fact, it's not a big deal, it's just that what the assistant said when he called, "The young master said he missed you", immediately injected into his body like a stimulant, making his heart speed up slightly, just want to hurry up Some went home to see his Langlang side.

When he was in the car, he was thinking about what he should say to Lang Lang after returning home. After seeing that there were still ten minutes to go, Jiang Jingda couldn't bear it anymore, so he simply sent him a text message:

Brother brought you a gift back, I hope you don't refuse... I haven't watched you write, feed you, and rest with you these days, do you really miss brother?But it doesn't matter, even if it is a lie, my brother will be very happy.

A lot of things happened during this period, and my brother didn't tell you, because I was afraid that you would think too much, especially if there was a certain risk to the Jiang family, and I was afraid that you would be angry with me.But now, Jiang's has achieved the number one share in the industry...

Brother has lived up to your expectations, will Lang Lang like him more?

……

Jiang Jingda carefully considered his words, edited a long text message, looked out the window, took a deep breath, and carefully stroked the box in his hand.

Now that the dust has settled, he should put all his energy on his Lang Lang.

When he arrived at the house, after dismissing all his assistants, he entered the password and printed his fingerprints to enter.

But the moment he opened the door, he heard a huge sound of glass shattering, and his heart became chaotic and began to jump.

The balcony was facing the door, and had been covered by heavy curtains, but now they were all drawn back, and the dazzling sunlight outside made Jiang Jingda dazed for a moment.

In order to prevent Helang from escaping, the floor-to-ceiling windows were always locked, but at this time, a big hole had been directly smashed open. There was a piece of broken glass on the ground, and a chair fell beside it.

Jiang Jingda instantly realized that something was wrong, and rushed out of the balcony regardless of whether his body would be scratched by the sharp glass.

Not far in front of him, a slender figure walked against the light. He took a step forward and just reached the edge of the railing.

This scene is beautiful and shocking.

"Lang Lang—" Jiang Jingda stopped immediately, approached him slowly, and called out to him.

He couldn't believe that he had smashed the glass roughly with the chair just to get out and have a look at the scenery.

"Don't come over." Helang didn't turn his head, and the voice of stopping was very small, so small that the sweltering summer wind could dissipate it.

"It's dangerous there. Lang Lang, come here." Jiang Jingda pleaded bitterly, and finally made him turn his head.

Seeing that person smiled slightly at him, his heart relaxed slightly, and he opened his arms towards him, waiting for his Lang Lang to come to him soon.

But soon, he realized that that person's smile was not for returning to him, but for his farewell.

"Don't!!!" Jiang Jingda's eyes were about to burst, and his heart was shattered.

Before he could catch up, the figure jumped down, like a frozen picture, engraved in his mind.

Jiang Jingda's heartbeat also stopped at that moment.

His body took the lead in rushing forward, wanting to grab his hand and hug him into his arms, at least to reduce some damage for him when he fell.

But in a short period of time, coupled with the influence of gravity and resistance, it was a pity after all, Jiang Jingda could barely hold onto his fingertips.

He could stop at this point, but... even if he only touched such a little bit, he continued to follow and jumped down.

The time in the air flies by in the blink of an eye, the first encounter between the two, intimacy, cold war, conflict...all the memories burst out in the mind in an instant.

A huge panic surged, knocking Jiang Jingda down and defeating him.

Is this the end?

With a loud bang, the two fell down together.

Jiang Jingda was in good physical condition, and the fall was painful, but he didn't seem to be injured. He gritted his teeth and crawled in the direction of Helang patiently. When he saw the gurgling red flow out, his eyes turned red.

It stands to reason that falling from the second floor would hardly have such a big impact on people, but when Helang fell like this, he immediately became unconscious, his head was bleeding, and his breathing gradually dissipated until his chest stopped rising and falling.

When the surrounding servants heard the loud noise, they gathered around one after another, frantically looking for the medicine box, and calling the ambulance.

Jiang Jingda's eyes darkened, and he squeezed his hand tremblingly.It seemed that his heart also stopped along with his breathing, and the blood all over his body flowed backwards, sweeping his whole body coldly.

The cell phone in Helang's pocket was thrown out, and there were still his unread text messages in it.

In Jiang Jingda's pocket, there was also an undelivered gift.

"Master, calm down—Master..."

The shouts in his ears turned into the background sound, and only his Lang Lang was in his eyes.

Jiang Jingda wiped off the blood on his face little by little with the cuff of his white shirt, keeping him in the neatest and most beautiful appearance, and took out the box in his pocket, which contained a pair of men's rings of suitable size.

He persistently put on rings for him and himself, and then interlocked his fingers, and they were carried into the ambulance together.

He wants to fulfill his promise, as he said, hold his hand for the rest of his life until he dies.

The author has something to say: This world actually collapsed == The ending was a little hasty ORZ I hope everyone will not dislike it, and the next world will still have your company.

The attributes are still unclear, the background of the world is Jianghu martial arts or something... The title of the volume can tell what the content is, and I feel a little cured […]

☆, chase

Helang's time travel this time was different from every previous one. When he opened his eyes, he was not the only one beside him, but he came directly to a place where many people gathered.

The people here are dressed in different styles, with a strong martial style, and the endless discussions made Helang's mind go crazy. Fortunately, the memory in his body came back. He observed the surroundings in silence for a long time, and finally got a little understanding of the situation at this time. .

He was currently in the Huimeng Hall, the center of the Xuankong Sword Sect on Beidou Peak, and also the gathering place for people from the White Way.

Surrounded among them was Ren Bozhong, the head of the Xuankong Sword Sect. He seemed to be quite prestigious among the crowd. When he spoke, everyone quieted down and listened.

"The last time I sent to attack the Hunyuan Demon Sect, several people were injured by the magic skills practiced by the newly appointed yellow-haired boy of the Demon Sect. My disciples were seriously injured—" Ren Bozhong lamented at this point.

Seeing some people showing sympathy, Ren Bozhong observed the words and continued to instigate, "I heard that the devil is very powerful, but he uses the blood of virgin boys and girls to practice. It is a heinous crime."

Recently, news of the youngest son's disappearance has spread in many villages. It is impossible for the knights who traveled the rivers and lakes to be unaware of this matter, and they were filled with righteous indignation and cursed.

Thinking of those missing children, several soft-hearted women in the Privet Sect also covered their faces, showing expressions of unbearable.

Ren Bozhong nodded and heaved a long sigh.

"I'm afraid that if things go on like this, the devil will continue to cause chaos in the world and endanger the innocent—this time we have called heroes and warriors from all schools and factions to come here, hoping that our righteous ways can gather together and bring good news to the common people. , is about to eradicate that extremely vicious Demon Cult!"

People from the other sects nodded their heads in agreement, and some strong-tempered warriors who wielded swords directly raised their arms and shouted to show their ambitions.

But some small schools and sects still didn't open their mouths, and Ren Bozhong didn't force it.

His eyes shifted to Helang, and he asked gently: "What is Zhuo Shulangzhuo's great opinion? I just saw that you have been silent all this time, so you must have thought about it yourself?"

Helang was quite uncomfortable being named so suddenly.He has no background and no affiliation, but he is just a casual person, so naturally he can't go against their intentions, so he can only nod in agreement.

People in the Demon Cult should indeed be punished.

After being recognized by him, Ren Bozhong was full of ambition, and discussed the specific date with other sect leaders.

There was something in his bosom that shook, Helang immediately took it out, opened the manual and saw that it was the task object of this world, and it was the master of Hunyuan Demon Cult, Ao Li.

Helang was silent for a while, then closed the manual.

Well, in fact, even if you treat people in the Demon Cult, you should have kind thoughts towards them and teach them honestly.

……

This group of people finally finished talking and dispersed in a bustling manner. There were many high-spirited knights who swore to eradicate the wicked with their swords. Among these people, Helang, who had not yet integrated into this world, seemed silent and out of place.

He raised his head, and saw Mo Qun, the master of the Chuanxin Hall, standing in front of him, with a falcon raised by him standing on his shoulder, with a sharp beak, he was suddenly lured to spread his wings, and chased a snow-white rabbit. .

Helang narrowed his eyes, recognized that it was Guatu, and immediately ran after him.

Fortunately, even if Mo Qun recalled Falcon, there was no chaos and no one noticed his whereabouts.

Helang began to sprint after Guatu, his figure was light, and there seemed to be a surge of air under his feet, which was enough for him to fly into the air.

Finally caught the melon rabbit, but the ball of fur raised its paw and paused beside the three-petal mouth, beckoning him to be quiet.

Helang looked sideways and listened with pricked ears.

This is the back door of the inner room of the Union Hall. Originally separated by this thick mahogany door and window, half a word would not be heard clearly, but Helang only concentrated for a moment, and the conversation in his ear was very clear.

"Master, the attack on Hunyuan Demon Sect this time is probably more ominous than good... That demon is too much, it is really troublesome, have you forgotten, whose son is that—" This is Ren Bozhong's closed disciple, Fu The sound of flying.

"Don't mention that traitor to me! The Hunyuan Demon Sect has changed, and the new demon leader has taken office. It's a time of instability. If you don't attack at this time, when will you wait?!" Ren Bozhong looked annoyed and angry at this time.

Fu Yifei's voice gradually weakened, saying yes again and again.

"The old devil has hidden many secret treasures and classics in the Hunyuan Demon Sect, and the current leader is the legendary Hunyuan Demon Body, you should know that the true energy and internal energy in the Demon Body can be directly absorbed of!"

Speaking of this, Ren Bozhong's voice was slightly excited, and his mind was active.

"Do you know how many sword sects are ready to move in recent years and want to compete with my Xuankong? But my name as the number one sword sect of Xuankong is unshakable! As long as I catch that devil, I can easily absorb the promotion from him With a sixty-year-old skill, by then, who else can rival Master? Let alone the mere sword sect, even this martial arts school must obey my orders!"

Ren Bozhong spoke in high spirits, with endless reverie.

The two masters and apprentices also discussed in full swing, probably in the name of eradicating the Demon Sect and promoting justice this time, borrowing the power of many masters of the White Way to directly attack the Demon Sect's lair.

If the situation is under control, Ren Bozhong will use the name of punishment to capture the leader of the demon sect and imprison him in the back mountain of Beidou Peak. In fact, he will provide the master and apprentice with skills to help them consolidate their sect's position and achieve world domination the goal of.

After Helang had an idea in mind, he turned around and left.

But people who practice martial arts are the most sensitive, Helang left too hastily, and he didn't know how to control it, the sound of footsteps was not small, Ren Bozhong, who was behind him, immediately noticed it keenly, shook open the carved wooden door and asked loudly: "Who?! "

There was no figure at the door, only half an inch of the corner of the clothes in the far corner could be seen.

Ren Bozhong was afraid that their plot would be exposed, so he quickly told his closed disciple, "I don't want to make a move, you go out and find out."

Fu Yifei nodded in agreement, jumped out of the door, and jumped onto the roof, looking for traces of the eavesdropper from high places.

When He Lang first entered the world, he couldn't outrun such a young disciple who had practiced martial arts for many years.

Seeing his figure constantly rushing up behind him, Helang sweated even more, and tried his best to detour, trying to hide himself under the chaotic eaves.

Seeing the panic of the person being chased, Fu Yifei was full of confidence, teasing him like a cat playing with a mouse, chasing him around, making him feel like he was running away.

He teased Helang loudly, "Isn't this the hero Zhuo who has become famous recently? He even started doing such stealthy things as wiretapping!"

Helang remained silent, knowing that running like this was not a long-term solution.

The melon rabbit in his arms was chirping and shouting, "Beat him, beat him!"

Fu Yifei, who was chasing after him, suddenly lost his patience, and rushed forward to give him a slap, He Lang also stopped abruptly, and slapped him behind.

Originally thought that such a bold head-on confrontation would cause Helang to be seriously injured.

But for some reason, as soon as he made a move, there were several strands of true energy in his body circulating in the dantian, and then he focused on his palm, and blocked his attack heavily. The palm wind continued to attack him, and the air was slightly twisted.

The opponent didn't expect that he would suddenly stop and attack him instead, and this powerful force was stronger than his. Fu Yifei was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

He Lang was about to turn around and leave, but Fu Yifei straightened himself up, pressed his shoulders hard, and said ruthlessly: "Since Your Excellency has already known something that you should not know, if this is the case, then lie down immediately! "

Helang was slightly startled, seeing his palms moved to his dantian, ready to go, with hostility in his brows and eyes, he knew that he had murderous intentions, and wanted him to lie down and die.

Guatu encouraged him, "The host is the best! The host is actually very good!"

Helang took a step back and shook his head violently. He couldn't just sit still, so he also sensed the airflow surging in his dantian during the palm just now, and he was preparing for the move.

Seeing that he had entered the state, Fu Yifei stared fiercely, shouted fiercely, and with the strong wind in his right palm, he pushed forward obliquely.

Helang turned over and narrowly escaped, the strong wind blew past him, making his cheeks ache.

Seeing that this move failed, Fu Yifei rushed in front of him and punched Helang's face, but he backed away abruptly to dodge.

Fu Yifei failed to attack several times, and became angry from embarrassment. He just went forward to attack with left fist and right palm, and his steps were chaotic.

Helang's body seemed to be instinctive, he dodged left and right, grabbed his opening, stepped back suddenly, and turned around to come behind him.

Fu Yifei turned around sharply, and Helang swung his body and made a wrong step. His palms seemed to give way, and he retreated along with his offensive. At the big hole.

Even though Fu Yifei was able to dodge fairly nimbly, he couldn't help being hit by such a slap, and he immediately groaned and knelt down.

Helang made a false alarm and quickly ran away.

Although Fu Yifei was unwilling, but he was seriously injured, and his chest hurt when he got lucky, so he could only watch the white clothes leave.

Within a few days, Bai Daozhong began to kill him.

As a result, Helang was almost chased and killed several times when he went to the inn and other bustling places. In the end, he had to disguise himself to find out why he was killed.

The knights who were filled with righteous indignation slapped the table and shouted, "That Zhuo Shulang, willing to degenerate, colluded with the devil, stole the rare sword manual of the Xuankong Sword Sect, and seriously injured the closed disciple of the head of Ren Bozhong a few days ago, it is really shocking!" Angry! Shame on the righteous!"

Helang sighed, these accusations are not true, he must have been framed by the master and apprentice back then, which made him notorious at this time, everyone shouted and beat him like a mouse crossing the street.

And that Ren Bozhong is quite prestigious, and the Xuankong Sword Sect he is in charge of is a century-old sect with an extraordinary status. He knows that it is not easy to justify his name, and Bai Dao has no place for him.

That's fine, he has a legitimate reason to go to the Devil's Cult—to find his mission object.

The author has something to say: I don’t know what to write, but it’s a story about helping others [cross out].

☆、Underground Palace

Helang was worried that if he went to the Demon Cult rashly, he might be regarded as a person with bad intentions, but wandering outside had a great possibility of being chased and killed, and even staying in an inn was dangerous.

After thinking about it, he rummaged through the valuables on his body, pawned the jade pendant and waist ornaments, prepared some money, and prepared a horse, and headed to Pingling Mountain, the center of the Demon Cult.

This Pingling Mountain was a cemetery decades ago, and it is shrouded in yin all the year round. Except for the occasional people who come to worship during the Qingming Festival, almost no one will approach this area.

I don't know when, the Hunyuan Demon Sect rose overnight, occupying several hills centered on this place, and this area became the land of the Demon Sect as a matter of course.

There are few people here, and there are dry land and sparse old trees at a glance. Although the scenery is bleak, but calm down, riding a horse, and walking slowly through the entrenched mountain road, it is a bit clean and comfortable.

Passing a very clear stream, Helang took off his disguise, let down his long hair, washed himself, and looked at his own shadow in the water. His face was like a jade crown, his eyebrows were multicolored, and his eyes were like bright stars. An excellent skin.

However, a beautiful woman's face suddenly appeared behind him in the water.

Helang was slightly startled, and the woman giggled lightly, "What a handsome little brother."

Her attire and face are extremely sexy and glamorous, the loose collar reveals her fragrant shoulders, the wide sleeves and long skirt look graceful, her lips are thick black, like seductive and dangerous black rose petals.

Such a woman appeared out of nowhere, Helang sensed that something was wrong, and his body instinctively made a defensive posture.

The woman covered her mouth slightly and pretended to exclaim, "Yo, I'm still a martial artist."

Helang took a deep breath and asked politely, "Is the girl a member of the Demon Cult?"

"So what?" The woman shook her wide sleeves, brought out a cool breeze, and smiled at him, "Why, there is no fear at all? Don't you all say that we can eat people's hearts?"

As she spoke, the woman stretched out the tip of her bright red tongue, licked the corner of her mouth, and threatened him as if she was about to eat.

Helang touched the sword behind him, and felt that the woman in front of him was very dangerous.

This seemed to be her territory, but helplessly, he couldn't remember how to use a sword for the time being, and there was no chance of winning with bare hands.

A well-dressed man hurried up behind him, Xu was the woman's accomplice, he looked at He Lang, slightly startled, and said to the woman: "This man is the one who was hunted down by Bai Dao recently, why did he come to our Pingling Mountain?" ?”

The woman's beautiful eyes slightly opened, "Could it be that Zhuo Shulang who has achieved great success by relying on the Void Spirit swordsmanship?"

She smiled even more, she casually bowed and introduced herself: "Little girl Ge Rulan, you're being polite here."

Seeing that the two had no intention of killing him, Helang was finally able to get along with them.

The man didn't speak, but only looked at him seriously, but Ge Rulan asked frequently, "It is rumored that you are in collusion with our demon way? Hehe, it's really interesting."

Helang was full of smiles, squeezed his sweat, lowered his eyes, and said sadly: "I have been extremely disappointed in Baidao's sanctimonious people."

"Honest? That's a good word, how do you describe it?" Ge Rulan was a little excited when Helang belittled the people of the Baidao, and wanted to hear the truth.

He Lang was half true and half false, telling her how he broke through Ren Bozhong's plot and was hunted down by them, and how Ren Bozhong's master and apprentice had an ugly and vicious face, and finally framed him for collusion with the devil.

After hearing this, Ge Rulan asked with a smile on her face, "Then how about making the rumors come true?"

Helang thought about it, pretending not to understand.

Ge Rulan's beautiful eyes were wide open, and she said, "Seeing that your cultivation level is not low, I can recommend you to join the Hunyuan Demon Sect, follow the leader's footsteps, and unify the great cause!"

Helang's eyelids twitched, and he seemed to be struggling, thinking for a long time.

"I've heard of the leader's reputation for a long time, but..."

"It's just how?! The master of martial arts is great, my Hunyuan Demon Sect will dominate the world just around the corner! You are still hesitating?! Stupid!" Ge Rulan tried to brainwash Helang, and Helang was also surprised when he heard it, and nodded adoringly , Responding one by one, and by the way, a few words "Long live the leader."

Seeing him on the road, Ge Rulan nodded in satisfaction.

"My second brother, Ge Wenjing, is one of the hall masters. You are lucky to have met our siblings. If that's the case, follow us to Islam."

Ge Wenjing didn't speak, just nodded in acquiescence, and Helang repeatedly said yes, and followed them away with a docile appearance.

Why does this person from the Demon Cult not feel bad?To believe him that much?In this way, it was really a blessing in disguise for him to be chased and killed. After running around for a few days, he finally got it without any effort.

Although the stronghold of the Hunyuan Demon Sect is hidden deep in the mountains, it is as luxurious as a palace. The paintings and carvings are all beautiful, and the trees and flowers are also unique. No wonder the people in the Demon Sect are so It is so proud that it is called the underground palace.

When Helang came, he started as a disciple of the lowest level of the Devil's Cult, and every day he had nothing to do except obey some orders, watch some exercises and practice martial arts by himself.

The Hunyuan Demon Sect is not like other sects. It has a set of martial arts methods. It only gives some mental formulas and formulas for the disciples to learn at will. Only when they reach a higher level can they obtain deeper advanced exercises.

Therefore, the martial arts practice here is very casual, and most people are studying martial arts by themselves. The completely different moves and exercises of each new disciple form the style of the Demon Sect, instead of following the style of the disciples of their own sect. Swordsmanship, heart method, learning martial arts.

Although Helang had some foundations from his original body, he still couldn't figure out the way to practice martial arts. He took a few books on the most basic exercises and read them casually, but he still couldn't find a clue, so he planned to put aside his martial arts training for the time being.

However, there is a struggle among the devil's religion, and there is no harmony and friendship just because they are from the same sect.

Just when Helang entered the room assigned by his disciples to look through the exercises, the weak wooden door crashed to the ground, and a man with dreadlocks barged in. ", his eyes light up slightly.

"It turns out it's in your hands, so it's easy for me to find!"

Helang knew that his goal was the technique in his hand, so he frowned and became wary.

These exercises are all copied copies, and the disciples are allowed to choose them, but his book was selected by Ge Rulan in the high-level exercises for him, and it is a little rare, and as a high-level disciple, dreadlocks can't get the exercises he likes. When he learned that he was taken away by such a low-ranking disciple, he was very angry.

The dreadlocks sized him up, with a distorted face, "Oh, isn't this the Zhuo Shulang that everyone is talking about these days! Why did you come to the Hunyuan Demon Sect to disturb me?! It also took over my skills, so let's roll quickly!" Go back to your white way—”

With that said, he started to grab it.

Dreadlocks was carrying a dagger behind him, so it could be seen that Helang was sitting indifferent all the time, and he didn't think of using a knife, so he just slapped him like this.

Helang only remembered the palm he used on Fu Yifei before, he couldn't remember the rest of the moves, so he had to stiffen his neck and use it again.

Fortunately, this move is practical, the palms meet, and the deep internal force bursts out, Helang gritted his teeth, and the dreadlocks moved back again and again.

He is also a bully and fears nothing, seeing this person's expression is indifferent, and he is still safe after receiving his palm, maybe it's because of his hidden strength.

Seeing that he didn't move for a while, Helang's temples throbbed slightly, and a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, but he didn't show any timidity, squinting and shouting: "Get out——"

When the heart left reluctantly, Helang lay down and clutched his stomach with a distorted expression, only feeling that the palm just now made his liver and gallbladder tear apart, and he didn't even recover after so long.

Such a sudden start of war was also unexpected to him. It was really outrageous to strike at will just for a copy of the exercises.

……

When Ge Rulan looked for him the next day, he found that he was wounded and cursed on the spot that he deserved it.

She threw a small bottle of pills from her sleeve to him, and continued, "When you come to the Devil's Cult, such things are indispensable. If you still reason with him, you are the biggest fool."