All Immortal Sect Forced Me to Change Dao Couple[Transmigration Book]

Along the way, Jing Zhou also found out that even in today's Prison City, there are only a few blood tuberculosis Gu females left in the hands of the city lord.

"Uncle Ghost Master, what's your battle strength like?"

The boy tilted his head and thought for a moment: "It is said that the combat power is not very good, but the temper and methods are very annoying."

"It shouldn't be, if the combat power is not enough, how can we compete with Qi Jue for the position of ghost master?"

"At that time, Qi Jue was still young and ignorant, besides, he was playing tricks and colluding with Qi Jue's ghost servants to deal with the little ghost master. If it weren't for Zhu Yan, the little ghost master would have died."

When the boy said this, his eyes were full of coldness, and he lowered his eyelashes to avoid Jing Zhou's sight.

Jing Zhou didn't think too deeply, and nodded pragmatically: "It's easy to deal with."

The young man returned to his usual insouciance: "Anyway, I'm going to the prison city to get the female Gu worms, why don't you solve the twists and turns?"

...It's easy to say.

Jing Zhou glanced at the young man indifferently: "What's your plan?"

The young man curled his lips, and said as a matter of course: "Qi Jue is my father's enemy, Qu Jiuzhe is Qi Jue's little uncle, and he is also a villain that everyone can punish. Shouldn't I kill him?"

Jing Zhou intuitively felt that things were not that simple, but the other party could justify himself, he just said: "In this trip, we will mainly take Gu worms, and I will do my best for the rest."

"Our Sect Master Jing really doesn't have any sense of justice in punishing evil and promoting good." The young man met Jing Zhou's gaze, full of provocative teasing, "Okay, I believe what brother Zhou said and do my best."

Jing Zhou knew his tricks of provoking generals, so he didn't take it seriously: "I'm called doing what I can, it's not good if I steal the chicken and lose the rice."

He is not the original owner, and he is not a Bailian character who has a strong sense of justice and pushes forward. Of course, the most important thing is to complete the task, and avoid side risks as much as possible.

The young man smiled: "Brother Zhou's temperament is really, really likable."

They continued to travel all the way to the south, the more they went south, the more poisonous miasma became, and the two of them had Qingxuan leaves in their mouths to avoid miasma. The people living in Wu Nanguo have long been accustomed to all kinds of poisons, and they are already invulnerable to all kinds of poisons.

The further south you go, the more obvious the characteristics of the people are addicted to drugs. They even use Gu insects as seasonings, and three meals a day are indispensable.

In addition to being used as food, medicine and poison, Gu insects are used in every aspect of the life of Wu Nanguo people. Even the dyes of ink and clothes in paintings are made of colorful Gu. It is said that the color is bright and bright, and it will never fade. Jing Zhou looked at it strangely Wu Nanguo's customs and customs are deeply interesting.

The boy played with the colored ink in his hand: "Brother Zhou, how is your painting skill?"

"Very bad." Jing Zhou answered truthfully.

The boy turned to the peddler who sold Gu ink: "Boss, do you know a good painter?"

The owner who sells ink naturally knows a lot of painters: "What kind of painting do you want to paint, young master? I know some of them."

"For portrait painting, the price is negotiable, the sooner the better."

"Okay, I'll ask you now, wait a minute."

Speaking of which, the boss poured them a cup of herbal tea, and went to find the painter.

Jing Zhou wondered, "You want a portrait?"

"Ah."

"why?"

"Brother Zhou can't draw, so I can't find someone to draw?"

"Why are you here?"

"Naturally, it is useful, and you will know it when the time comes."

Young people are always like this, Jing Zhou knew it would be futile to ask again, so he kept silent.

The ink seller spent half a cup of tea to find a young painter for them. Jing Zhou negotiated the price with him, and the two followed the painter into the studio.

The painter lived in poverty, apart from the pen and ink, the bed, and a screen for painting, there was only a cage of edible Gu worms left in the room.

The young man was sitting in front of the screen, lazily propping his face with his hands into the painting, while Jing Zhou was holding the sword, leaning against the wall opposite to the young man boredly, their eyes met from time to time.

Jing Zhou looked at the living beauty in front of the screen for a while, and the Mo beauty on the rice paper for a while, feeling his ears getting hotter and hotter.

He couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and opened the curtain to go out, the sunlight fell on the young man's face through the curtain, he asked lightly: "Where are you going?"

"Buy wine."

Not long after, Jing Zhou carried a jar of ice-cold Gu wine into the room, and he was still standing opposite, drinking relish while looking at the young man in the painting.

Such a beauty, wouldn't it be a waste if I don't use it for drinking?

After two hours, the painting was completed. The boy looked at himself in the painting and was very satisfied. After drying, he rolled up the album and left.

After that, he didn't explain a single word to Jing Zhou along the way.

The further south you go, the less populated villages are, and you hardly meet any living people.

Three days later, the two arrived in Prison City.

Ten miles outside the gate of the prison city, there is no grass growing, and the red soil is full of rotting carcasses of human and livestock. It is desolate and uninhabited. It should be called the ghost land on earth.

The prison city was surrounded by poisonous miasma, and the evil spirit was extremely heavy. Jing Zhou only glanced at it lightly, and he knew it well: "This little uncle of the ghost master has set up a spirit-binding formation."

The young man naturally understood: "The city is alive, the soul is there, and the soul of the dead is scattered. It is indeed cruel."

The spirit-binding array means that all those who die near the prison city will not be reborn. They will be trapped in the prison city forever as evil spirits guard the square. If there is any change in the prison city one day, they will turn into millions of Yin soldiers to resist the invasion. By.

And those who are willing to come to Prison City are either those who seek something like Jing Zhou, after all, here is crowded and chaotic, and there is the darkest black market in the world; For example, the city lord's twists and turns is a typical example.

The young man walked in front, and Jing Zhou followed closely behind. The two walked into the open city gate openly. Maybe it was too long since a living person came. The soldiers on the city wall whistled at them repeatedly——

"Hey, two beauties, are you here to buy goods, or sell yourself?"

The young man was not angry, and looked up at him with a smile on his face: "In your opinion, how much are we worth?"

The soldier smiled pissed off, and licked his lips wretchedly: "You make an offer, and I'll go bankrupt."

"That's what you said." The smile on the young man's face became deeper and colder, "Then you have to open your eyes and see clearly whether we are worth your money."

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldier hadn't responded when a fist-sized Gu Eagle flew across the sky. A black shadow quickly flashed in front of the soldier's eyes, followed by the sound of splashing water stains. Spreading and covering, the end of blood red is endless black.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

The young man drove the newly bought Gu Ying to peck his eyes blind.

The soldier covered his eyes, like a headless fly, hopping and rolling over in pain, fell off the city wall with a bang, broke his neck, and choked

"Tsk, I wanted to die myself, I didn't realize it."

The young man looked at the blood stains that had sunk into the red ground, his eyes were full of disdain.

The two soldiers on the side watched the show with their hands folded, laughing at this newcomer to Prison City who was obsessed with sex.

The young man looked at them, and they immediately stopped laughing: "Two brothers, can I ask you to do me a favor?"

The two soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, they did not speak as they had just witnessed the tragic death of their colleagues.

The young man took out two top-quality Gu tripods from his arms, and pushed them in front of them: "It's a small matter of running errands, this is the reward."

The expressions of the two soldiers were shaken: "What job?"

Boy: "Bring a painting to your city lord, and send a message."

The two soldiers exchanged winks and shook their heads.

The boy added two more Xuanling Ye Mingzhu: "How about this?"

"I'm only responsible for bringing you things, and then we don't care about it." The two eagerly divided Gu Ding and Ye Mingzhu.

The young man smiled: "Okay."

As he said, he gave the previous portrait of himself and a letter to the soldiers, "But let's say it first, you are only responsible for bringing it, and you must bring it. I will stay in the city for a long time. If you fail to do it, what happens next?" Probably worse than that blind brother."

The soldier's hand holding the object flinched for a moment. After all, he was reluctant to part with the treasure, so he agreed.

The young man turned around, changed faces with Jing Zhou, and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go for a stroll in the city and see what's interesting."

Jing Zhou followed him into the city gate, and paused when he passed by a soldier who fell to death: "Next time, when I meet such a disgusting person..."

The young man stopped to look at him, his dark eyes were like an abyss that could swallow people up: "How?"

Jing Zhou sighed: "Leave it to me, don't waste the Gu Ying, it's very expensive."

The teenager smiled: "Okay."

As soon as Jing Zhou stepped over the soldier's corpse, a few beggars appeared on his back. They sat on the spot and picked at the soldier's clothes, and even took out a knife to cut open the corpse's flesh, and began to eat with relish.

Jing Zhou frowned, feeling nauseated in his stomach.

"Would you like to come and play, the two sons?"

"Our girls charge for their faces. If you are like this, we will pay you back."

"Come on, the girls in Prison City are very different from your Central Plains."

"..."

These skin and flesh trading girls warmly greeted them. To be honest, they were all beautiful, but any human being would be overshadowed by the gloominess after disguise.

Prison City is notorious outside, like a purgatory on earth, but inside the city is lively, singing and dancing.

Prison City is a city of extreme evil, but also because there are desperate villains who come here, it also becomes a city of ultimate bliss. There are brothels, gambling houses, theaters, and taverns along the way, or Gu farms that can cause people to hallucinate and become addicted. The miasma, lethal joy.

The young man stared at the repertoire introduction posted by the theater for a while, and suddenly became interested: "Brother Zhou, are you going to listen to the play?"

Jing Zhou didn't expect him to have such a leisurely mood, he was a little strange but he responded straight away: "Okay."

The young man seemed to be in a good mood, and took the initiative to take Jing Zhou's hand and entered the theater building. Now he is much taller than Jing Zhou, and when he was pulled, he was really like pulling a little daughter-in-law.

The opponent's hands were still not as cold as a living person, but Jing Zhou felt a scorching heat from the touch of each other's skin.

Jing Zhou was restless, and the pain at the tailbone became more obvious and severe.

He knew that his mind had changed.

But the other party, as usual, can't see the slightest wavering or helplessness, as if the favorability is just a series of numbers and has nothing to do with this real person.

At that moment, Jing Zhou felt an unprecedented sense of frustration, and in an instant he felt that his depression was inexplicable and unreasonable.

Originally, he planned to be a sentimental machine without emotion, but he was defeated after attack after attack. He thought he was the attacker, but in turn, he was the one who was attacked.

Unfortunately, the human mind is not like a window, it cannot be opened and closed freely.

Some windows, once opened, cannot be closed.

A hot and humid wind blows in from the open window in the theater building, and while Jing Zhou is thinking wildly, the play on the stage has already begun.

The main character sung in the play is the twists and turns.

The boy asked for a pot of tea, filled it up for Jing Zhou, and listened to the play next to him.

This play was beyond Jing Zhou's expectations. Originally, he thought that he would sing the story of how Qu Jiuzhe fell from the clouds to the mud after being defeated in the army to seize the position of ghost master, and how he went through hardships to become the master of the prison city. Unexpectedly, what was sobbing was a love scene.

The other protagonist in the play, Hua Zhi, is Qi Jue's ghost attendant whom Jing Zhou had only heard of before from the boy.

Qu Jiuzhe and Hua Zhi grew up side by side, because of their impure blood, Qu Jiuzhe was bullied when he was young, and Hua taught him to fight, stood up for him, and returned a hundred times the bullying he received on weekdays. The two faced each other day and night, and secretly fell in love. .

After growing up, Qu Jiuzhe was full of ambitions, and wanted to seize the position of ghost master as a revenge, while Hua Zhi used Qi Jue's identity as a ghost servant, and joined forces with him to plot against Qi Jue who was still a cub. Seeing that he was about to succeed, he was blessed Yan counterattacked, Huazhi was directly swallowed by Zhu Yan, and his spirit and soul were all scattered.After Qu Jiuzhe had his tongue gouged out, he escaped by chance, but his cultivation and face were ruined during the escape.

So he lived in southern Xinjiang, and worked hard to make up for his disability by studying Gu skills. Seven years ago, Huangquan was sealed by the Immortal Dao, Qi Jue could no longer find him for revenge, so he made a comeback to seize the Prison City and became the new city lord.

But it is sung in the opera that even though Qu Jiuzhe is now the lord of the beautiful city, he misses Huazhi deeply, and specially made a human puppet of Huazhi and put it on the bed, so that he is lingering day and night.

Jing Zhou frowned. He seemed to have heard the story in this scene before, and he could feel an ambiguous sense of familiarity with the people in the story.

But that sense of familiarity was too vague, as soon as the wind blew, it disappeared without a trace.

The opera continued to be sung movingly, and the more Jing Zhou listened to it, the more creepy he felt, and the twists and turns were lingering with a pair of human puppets, either crazy or perverted.

So he took a sip of tea and said with emotion: "Are people from the ghost clan so infatuated?"

The young man seemed to smile: "It's not bad for the ghost race, maybe it's the half-human blood on Qu Jiuzhe's body that's causing the trouble."

"That's right. It is said that the people of the ghost clan have no heart, so they don't understand the love in the world."

"To survive in a place like Huangquan, these extraneous things must naturally be discarded."

The young man paused, as if thinking of something, a vague tenderness appeared on his face: "Of course, there may be exceptions."

While they were talking, there was commotion outside the theater building, Jing Zhou had been vigilant and used spiritual power to melt the Kaifeng panacea, and a cold light came out of the sheath after a long silence.

The young man drank his tea calmly. He had done the assessment of combat power, and he was sure that Sect Master Jing could win against twists and turns, and sword energy against voodoo.

And he is not afraid of gambling, it's a big deal, he is willing to gamble and admit defeat.

In the blink of an eye, a figure moved up the theater tower like a ghost. Jing Zhou knew that this was a Gu split | body, using Gu skills to separate the soul from the body and reach any place he wanted to go as quickly as possible.

Jing Zhou guessed that it was Qu Jiuzhe himself who could use high-level voodoo skills so skillfully.

But by coincidence, at the critical moment, the involuntary, uncontrollable feeling that Jingzhou Shangyuan Ye experienced hit again!

He instinctively felt that the energy channels in his body were surging, and the disordered spiritual flow was rampant in the meridians, this time the attack was more urgent, faster and more ruthless!

The difference from Shang Yuanye is that during Jing Zhou's blurred consciousness this time, countless messy fragments flashed through his mind, and each scene passed by like a revolving lantern, which was a bit like the story in the play just now, and he was in it , more like a participant in the story...

These fragmented, plausible pictures made his headache split!

"Brother Zhou, are you feeling well?"

"I'm fine..." At the critical moment, Jing Zhou was afraid that the other party would be afraid and worried, so he said bravely.

The young man lowered his voice and whispered softly in his ear, "Then help me kill Qu Niao Zhe and snatch the female Blood Tuberculosis Gu."

Qi Jue is very good at bewitching people's hearts, using a knife to kill people and eliminate dissidents.

"Don't let me down."

Jing Zhou's complexion was extremely ugly, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his hand holding the Changji sword was bulging. He didn't want to fail the mission, let alone disappoint the person he liked, so he gritted his teeth desperately.

The young man didn't know that at this moment, Jing Zhou couldn't even stand firmly, even looking at his face doubled.

The seed buried deep under the soul of the tailbone is about to break through the ground and germinate little by little, and grow in Jing Zhou's body...