The seventh rule of the male god

——The best gamer is one who can even use himself as a winning chip.

Wangchen Valley is as quiet and peaceful as ever, and the world is far away from it, as if the turmoil of the rivers and lakes cannot shake this trace of tranquility.

Floating life is not resting, and the pavilion is not resting.

Yun Changfeng took out the inkstone, held the ink ingot in his right hand, and slowly turned it, his movements were regular and elegant. He lowered his eyes, his black hair fell gently, and drew a pair of ink in the air.

After grinding the ink, he spread out a piece of rice paper, took out a brush and dipped it in water, moistened the brush, tapped the ink, and slowly wrote on the paper.

His handwriting is not as dignified and graceful as regular script, not as cursive script as it is, and as introverted and complicated as official script. Thick pen and ink.

This is his own character, he stared at the handwriting on the rice paper, he wrote three characters.

Jiang Yun follows.

Yun Changfeng didn't put down his pen until the ink was dry, got up and left.

The Demon Sect is located in Tianhua Mountain, and Zhengdao began to besiege the Demon Sect seven days later. Most of the martial arts were mobilized, clamoring for the head of the Demon Sect leader.

Jiang Yunsui sat in the room of the Devil's Cult, staring fixedly at the withered peach in his palm, smiling with a smile on his lips, and his thoughts went blank for a while.

Ten years ago, his father competed with Shangguan Hai, who had just assumed office at that time, and he had old injuries. is the result.

If you lose, you lose. The Demon Sect abides by the agreement and will not endanger martial arts, but who would have guessed that Shangguanhai was actually poisoned. His father died shortly after returning to the Demon Sect, and the Demon Sect was in chaos.

At that time, he was ten years old.

Amidst all kinds of doubts, intrigues, and bloody storms, he forced himself to take off his immature coat little by little, tore up his last innocence little by little, and grew up with blood on his hands.

He couldn't tolerate a single mistake.

Shangguanhai was naturally killed by him, and it was no wonder that he had concealed his identity for nearly three years. It was extremely difficult to set up such a situation, step by step. Although Shangguanhai hated him, he also trusted him.

In the past ten years, the Devil's Cult has declined. I don't know how many disciples of the Devil's Cult died at the hands of the Righteous Way. What is it if they kill some Righteous people?

The dried peach in his hand seemed to still have a faint lingering fragrance, so Jiang Yun put the dried peach on the table, poured a cup of tea and drank it slowly.

"Master." Shuisu pushed open the door with exquisite hollow patterns, her gorgeous face smiled slightly, she is the right protector of the Devil's Cult, and she is the one who witnessed and accompanied Jiang Yunsui's growth, her name is taken from a poem.

Nian Shui travels in the clouds, stays late and stays in the brigade, and the gulls are with the herons, and they return to make appointments.

The room is full of condensed dust and light, where there is no heart, the joy is the thinnest.

When will it be, fishing for hats and plowing coir raindrops, watching the joy of heaven and earth.

Mizusu looked at the young man in black who was casually drinking tea, his cuffs were embroidered with white larks, playing or killing.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yunsui put down the teacup, propped his chin with one hand, and half-raised his body, the black robe slipped slightly, and part of it was dragged on the ground.

"Jing Yu, the owner of Yuegui Mountain Villa, has led his troops to the bottom of Tianhua Mountain. Do you want to go down?" Shui Su lowered her head. She naturally knew about the relationship between the leader, Jing Yu, and Fourth Young Master Bai, and asked in a cautious tone.

Jing Yu, Bai Luoxi...

Jiang Yun smiled amusedly and said, "Why don't you go?"

It's time to stop everything.

At the foot of Tianhua Mountain, the disciples of various sects fought against the disciples of the Demon Sect, and even some disciples of the Righteous Way turned red-eyed at the thought of their brothers and sisters dying at the hands of the Demon Sect.

The members of the Devil's Cult fought with all their strength, and they fought heartily. How could the ten years of grievance dissipate in one day? At the beginning, they were on par with Zhengdao, which had the upper hand in numbers, but as time passed, they began to be at a disadvantage.

"Where is the leader of your Demon Cult? Tell him to come out and fight quickly, and I will take his head!" A savage man with bare upper body, bronze-colored skin, and hideous scars on it, raised his big knife in his hand and spoke loudly.

"Heh, you're not afraid of chewing your tongue when you speak." A woman's laughter like a silver bell came from a distance, with undisguised sarcasm, and everyone couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound vigilantly.

"Hehe, I looked in the wrong direction."

The voice rang out again. A bloodstain oozes from the neck of the brash man just now, and he fell to the ground before everyone expected it. The laughter in the ears was still playful and brisk, "A group of fools."

Jing Yu frowned slightly, his handsome face was as white as jade, he raised his clear ink-stained eyes, turned the flying knife in his hand, and with his wrist upward, the flying knife flew out.

I saw a flash of red clothes, and a gorgeous red-clothed woman appeared in her sight. She looked at Jing Yu with a long whip in her hand. There was a barb on the long whip, and there was a blood groove underneath. Countless deaths.

The corners of Shui Su's gorgeous mouth showed a cool arc, "You are worthy of being the owner of Yuegui Villa, and you are also worthy of being the person that the leader likes."

Seeing her, the members of the Devil's Cult were overjoyed and shouted, "Guardian right!"

"Guardian Right, you are finally here!"

Jing Yu saw that Shui Su didn't speak, and Bai Luoxi beside him frowned, and said, "The right protector of the Demon Cult, dare to ask the leader of the Demon Cult why..."

Before he finished speaking, Father Bai interrupted him, and said: "The right guardian of the Demon Sect, we have no other requests, one is to hope that the Demon Sect will not harm the martial arts anymore, and the other is to avenge the former leader of the martial arts and take the Demon Sect The head of the leader, I don't intend to embarrass you."

Shui Su narrowed his eyes, with bursting anger hidden in his pupils, he slammed the life-seeking long whip in his hand towards Father Bai, and Bai Luoxi blocked the long sword in his hand, but for some reason Shui Su looked at him and withdrew it angrily. The whip in his hand, but the barb has hurt many people.

Seeing this, the righteous people were furious.

Someone next to him said, "If the leader of the Demon Cult doesn't come out, he must be a coward, isn't he afraid?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone laughed, only Jing Yu frowned, and Bai Luoxi looked at this scene with some dissatisfaction, but had nothing to say.

Shui Su frowned, and his hand holding the whip became tighter.

"I'm just worried that you are afraid."

The faint voice is like the light touch of jade, the beads roll on the jade plate, and the words are clear, as if the water flows down the stream. Suddenly, at a corner, the scenery along the road disappears from sight, and then encounters the next surprise.

Hearing this voice, Jing Yu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He tilted his head and looked at Bai Luoxi, and both saw a trace of disbelief in the other's eyes.

Jing Yu closed her eyes and opened them again, thinking of Jiang Yunsui's disappearance for no reason, she firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, and stared at the direction of the sound like a torch.

People of the righteous way are all vigilant, worried that the leader of the Demon Cult will play the same trick as Shui Su, and hold the weapons in their hands tightly.

But obviously, the leader of the Devil's Cult is not interested in playing with them like the right guardian of the Devil's Cult. A black figure gradually approached, his hair was untied, and his feet stepped on fallen leaves and made a "clicking" sound, and everyone couldn't help but raise their hearts. .

"Master! The leader is here—"

The members of the Devil's Cult cheered, with obvious joy on their faces.

His eyes gradually approached, revealing the face that half of the righteous people present were familiar with, that handsome and exquisite face, the man looked at them playfully with phoenix eyes, with a faint crimson color in his eyes, and his thin lips seemed to smile Non-smile.

The audience was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

His eyes flicked slowly over the crowd, he seemed to pause for a moment when he saw Jing Yu and Bai Luoxi, and then passed over as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Yunsui...it's really you...

Jing Yu let go of his hand unconsciously, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang" sound, which woke everyone up.

Bai Luoxi took a step forward, his face full of anger, and he was about to speak, but he felt a pulling force from his right hand, and turned around to look.

—— It was Jing Yu who held his hand.

Jing Yu looked at Bai Luoxi and shook her head lightly. Bai Luoxi clenched her hands into fists, bit her lower lip hard to suppress the anger in her chest, and turned her head without speaking.

"What's going on? Jiang Yunsui is the leader of the Demon Cult?!"

"No wonder……"

"Jiang Yunsui!! Fuck, you are the leader of the Demon Cult! Deceitful of our trust!!"

"Do you have humanity! Did you kill the leader of Shangguan!!"

"traitor!"

The appearance of Jiang Yunsui undoubtedly aroused the anger of everyone. There was an endless stream of insults, disappointments, and questions like this, and even more excited, he almost rolled up his sleeves and went up to his death. up.

Jiang Yun glanced at the person who called him a traitor with interest, and smiled slightly: "I am originally a member of the Demon Cult, so how can I say a traitor?"

The man was choked up and didn't know what to say, but other righteous people scolded him harder.

Jiang Yunsui never cared about these things, and it wasn't that he was missing a piece of meat. Those people killed by the restaurant last time were just telling the Jianghu that he was back.

Shui Su violently flicked the whip in his hand, hitting the ground with a "snap" sound, mixed with the sharp sound of barbs slicing, it was scary and frightening.