The Demon Lord Orders Rickoff [Traveling]

"Today is the second day after crossing, and there are two days before the entrance election of Xianmai Pavilion. I will find Mu Qingchi, kill him, intercept the immortal yuan, save hundreds of millions of lives, and complete the task of saving the world."

After Shen Moli finished speaking, he turned off the recorder and put it into the storage space.

At this time, the waiter knocked on the door and said, "Guest officer, will breakfast be delivered to your room, or should you go downstairs?"

"Don't bother, I'll just go downstairs."

Shen Moli faced the bronze mirror and straightened his clothes, only to see the elegant and handsome figure in the mirror, as cold as a fairy.

After Shen Moli went downstairs, Xiao Er cleaned up as a routine, but saw that the furnishings in the room seemed to have never been touched, the bed was made smooth and wrinkle-free, and the quilt was even more angular, just like a piece of tofu. Take a closer look , it was clean everywhere, even the old dust on the window sills was gone, he gasped, "Could it be that a fairy really lived there?"

The hall was full of seats, the waiter immediately came up and said with a flattering smile: "Unfortunately, my lord, there are no seats—"

Shen Moli handed over a piece of silver, and the clerk hurriedly took it and said, "My lord, wait a moment."

Under the coordination of the staff, two people happily collected the money and gave up their seats, vacating a small table.

As soon as he sat down, he heard a few people at the next table muttering, "That handsome young man looks strange."

"He only arrived at the Love Inn yesterday, so he was naturally unfamiliar."

"Come here yesterday? The Shanmen general election, the inns in the town are already overcrowded!"

"What's so difficult about it? I happened to see it yesterday. He gave the shopkeeper an ingot of gold and a top-grade spirit stone. Hey, that's a top-grade spirit stone! I've opened my eyes. Tsk tsk, it doesn't take half a cup During tea time, he lived in a superior room."

"Hey, it's all about being rich. Immortal sects all look at their spiritual roots and aptitude. If their spiritual roots are poor, even a prince or grandson will still be a registered disciple, sweeping and working every day, which is disgraceful."

"What's wrong with being a registered disciple? Anyway, he can live decades longer than ordinary people. But I see him, he doesn't have any spiritual roots."

Facing the slander, Shen Moli didn't care, he put the side dishes into his mouth leisurely, and listened to the conversation at the next table.

"Yesterday, there was a Taoist in Xianmai Pavilion who became a fairy after the catastrophe. The thunder was so loud that it seemed to split the sky."

"Where is it like, there is really a hole in the sky, and then it seems that the fairy on the pavilion filled the hole."

"How could there be a hole in the sky? You thought it was Nuwa who mended the sky!"

"I still seem to see a figure, falling from that hole..."

"I think you drank too much. Could it be that the god above the nine heavens made a hole in the sky and fell from it? Hahaha."

"I think it's possible."

"Bullshit, gods don't need to drill holes at all when they descend to the mortal world."

The moment the space-time tunnel opened was actually seen by people. Fortunately, there were not many people who saw it. Shen Moli was secretly relieved, took a sip of porridge, and changed another table to listen.

"This Immortal Meridian Pavilion is naturally second to none among all the sects of cultivating immortals, but there is only one person who is absolutely unacceptable."

"Who is it, is it the head of Xianmai Pavilion? I heard that he has been in retreat for more than ten years."

"Of course it's not him. He's a benevolent immortal. I'm talking about the chief disciple, who was handed down by the master."

"Mu Qingchi?"

Hearing this, Shen Moli used his spiritual power, concentrated all his listening on the table, and listened attentively.

"Why can't you touch him?"

"I don't know that the young master is a foreigner. Just listen to me. That Mu Qingchi is a dissolute person. Although he looks handsome, his conduct is not very good. He has played with countless idiots."

Hearing this, Shen Moli frowned slightly, and took out the portrait of Mu Qingchi from his sleeve. The man in the portrait was clearly a wretched, childish-toothed man, but their description was actually the same as that in the information given by the officer. Does not match.

Another person said: "There is no such thing as a good face. The demons killed his parents and hurt his face. He escaped by pretending to be dead. He happened to be rescued by the head of Xianmai Pavilion in Yunyou. Apprentice. But his heart is twisted, his temper is perverse, and he often takes pleasure in killing in private."

"How could he kill someone? He is a disciple of a famous family, he is humble and polite, and he only kills demons. He is only 19 years old, but he has a Mahayana cultivation level. He is really a rare talent in cultivating immortals in a thousand years! "

"What kind of fairy cultivator, but he used some dirty methods of evil cultivators."

"What means?"

The man lowered his voice and said, "Have you heard of Shuangxiu? In the name of Shuangxiu, he actually absorbed the immortal essence of his fellow disciples, and used the spirit of demons to refine medicine, so his cultivation base is extremely high. For the rest of the year, I am afraid that the fastest one can only reach the foundation building stage."

"What a shameless person!"

"A malignant tumor in the world of cultivating immortals!"

"Keep your voice down, this is at the foot of Xianmai Pavilion, do you also want to be sucked away?"

The bustle is over, breakfast has been used up, Shen Moli is about to go back to his room to rest, when he suddenly feels a wave of spiritual power, a person walks in front of him, dressed like a young master from a rich family, with a weak figure, like a weak willow supporting the wind looks like.

He bowed and said: "Young master, I met robbers on the way to town the day before yesterday. He is penniless and hasn't eaten for two days. I don't know if you can enjoy a bowl of porridge."

Shen Moli thought to himself, this person's cultivation level is higher than his, although his appearance is messy, he is not flustered.Something is wrong, let's see how expensive he is.

"Since you have asked me, a gentleman should have the beauty of being an adult. Xiaoer, let me have breakfast, and I want a big one." It depends on whether you can eat it or not.

The rich man ordered that Xiao Er will serve him with all his strength. There is no big or small portion for breakfast. It is a steamed bun, a dish of side dishes, and a bowl of porridge.With an idea, Xiaoer found a big bowl and filled it with porridge. The steamed buns on the plate became two, and one side dish became a bowl of side dishes.

"Come on!" Xiao Er put away the bowls and chopsticks one by one, and received Shen Moli's satisfied nod, Xiao Er was relieved, thinking about the reward that was about to come, and was very happy.

Shen Moli caught a glimpse of the young master's expression froze, confirmed what he was thinking, and said in a cold voice, "Since you are hungry, don't be polite, if you are not enough, you can order more."

"Thank you, Ruan Qiye, don't know the benefactor's name?"

"Shen Moli."

"Okay, I'll remember, Mr. Shen, I will definitely thank you in the future." Then he picked up the steamed bun and took a bite, eating politely.

When Ruan Qiye was about to put down his chopsticks, Shen Mo left his mouth, "Mr. Ruan doesn't seem to be hungry, there are still more than half of the porridge and vegetables left. I think this robbery is probably invented by you to make fun of me."

"Why, I'm just afraid of neglecting Mr. Shen. Since Mr. Shen has doubts, I will continue to eat."

Ruan Qiye picked up the porridge bowl and drank a few bitter mouthfuls. He had already burped before picking up the food. Seeing Shen Moli getting up and about to leave, he put down his chopsticks and hurriedly said, "Young Master Shen, don't leave, it's my fault, no You should deceive the young master. In fact, I want to ask the young master for help."

Shen Moli stopped in his tracks, "What's the matter?"

"To be honest, I was chased and killed by my enemies recently. I was afraid of something unexpected. Seeing the extraordinary skills of the young master, I wanted to ask the young master to protect me. In the future, you and I will also be brothers of the same sect of Xianmai Pavilion. If you look up and see you down, you have the heart Won't you save me?"

Without a word of truth, Shen Moli shook his head.

"Young Master Shen, don't leave, Young Master, hey...we will see you again!" Ruan Qiye shouted.

"Young master, we still have to do business. Please come back if you are full, er—" Xiao Er widened his eyes, pointed at his mouth, and pointed at Ruan Qiye, as if to Say something, but can't say it.

Ruan Qiye smiled slyly and left.

Seeing this scene, everyone talked a lot, "This young master is a monk, isn't this called the technique of silence?"

"Yeah, it's really amazing."

Two days later, the formation at the foot of the Xianmai Pavilion was removed, and the mountain was opened to welcome guests.

This mountain range has many peaks, luxuriant vegetation, surrounded by clouds and mists, and goes straight into the sky.Look up to the mountain road full of people, bustling, all the way to the mountain gate halfway up the mountain.

"I can't see the top of the mountain!" A young man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

"The top of the mountain should be in the fairyland, let's hurry up, or it will be too late."

People who go up the mountain are divided into men, women, old and young, and those with or without cultivation. However, most people come to try their luck. If they don't have spiritual roots, they can go down the mountain.

Shen Moli had already arrived at the mountain gate, his appearance was outstanding, his elegant appearance coupled with his dusty temperament attracted the attention of others.

A few people came from a distance, chatting and laughing with a high-profile attitude, one of them had obvious and familiar spiritual fluctuations, Shen Moli looked sideways, that person was Ruan Qiye who lied about being robbed and hunted down by the enemy two days ago. I haven't seen this man before, but from his clothes, it can be seen that he must be from a wealthy family.

Ruan Qiye smiled innocently, "Young Master Shen, I haven't seen you for two days, and you've become even more handsome. As I said, we will meet again."

Shen Moli glanced at him and said, "Surely these two are the ones who robbed and chased you down?"

The man wearing seven or eight gold bracelets was stunned, and looked at Ruan Qiye: "Your excuse is too clumsy, no wonder you annoy the beauty."

The man with the golden lock the size of a fist said: "Others are trying to be nice to Qi Ye, he doesn't know how to please people."

"Okay, send the two of you here, and don't join in the fun if you don't have spiritual roots." Ruan Qiye hurriedly pushed them down the mountain.

"Hey, the mountain is steep, don't push, it's going to kill you!"

"I'll go by myself, maybe I'm afraid that we will spoil your good deed, ah—"

Ruan Qiye watched the two brothers roll down the mountain, mourned for two breaths, then put on a smile and looked at Shen Moli with a cold expression.

"Mr. Shen, don't get me wrong, those are all their one-sided words. I know that you are the root of the sky, and so am I, so I want to make friends with you and become a good brother who helps each other."

Shen Moli turned around and stopped looking at him.

"Well, let me tell the truth, you and I are both heavenly spirit roots. If we can form a pair of Taoist couples, the speed of practice will be ten times faster than that of ordinary people. This is something that many people dream of."

"not interested."

"What if I say I like you?"

"Oh."

After the shadow of the sundial came to a quarter of noon, when the yang energy was stronger, a monk wearing a purple-patterned white robe suddenly appeared on the teleportation array at the mountain gate.

The crowd fell silent in an instant, not because he used the silence technique, but because everyone felt a sense of urgent coercion, fortunately, the sense of coercion disappeared after a while.

He smiled at everyone, like the warm sun in March, like a hundred flowers blooming, "I am Mu Qingchi, the chief disciple of Xianmai Pavilion."

"Welcome everyone to participate in our faction's entry election once every 50 years. The mountain gate has been opened. The first level is Zhanjin Lake to catch elves. After the clepsydra is leaked, you can enter the next level after completing the task." After finishing speaking, Mu Qingchi disappeared. .

Only then did everyone regain their right to speak.

"He is Mu Qingchi, he is indeed a peerless beauty, he deserves it!"

"Didn't you say that you are ugly, how come you are so, so... amazing!" The person was incoherent.

"Wow, I will be his junior sister from now on, so happy!"

"Don't be confused by his appearance, don't you forget the rumors about him, do you want to be his cauldron for cultivating immortals?"

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