The cub with the fairy ran away

"How do you feel about this situation?" Kuang Yang asked in Jiang Suilan's ear.

Jiang Suilan tried to calm down and said, "You are the one who provoked it."

"Yes," Kuang Yang admitted flatly, and he said, "There are hundreds of people in the Huajing realm in Kyushu, and among those who come here, Guqin is the most difficult to deal with. Use one person to completely break his ruthless way, and take the opportunity to kill him , our momentum will rise sharply, and the momentum will be like a broken bamboo."

"How do you know that 'using one person' can 'completely destroy his ruthless way'?"

Kuangyang noticed that Jiang Suilan was trembling, he stroked the back of his neck pitifully, and said, "I'm not sure, so I brought Lou Bing out and arrested you too. Prepare with both hands, no matter which one is his key, I will Both can achieve their goals. It is obvious which one it is now."

Jiang Suilan looked in Yin Huaimeng's direction and slowly lowered his head.

Dao Xin is shaken, and it is the most vulnerable to backlash.

What's more, Yin Huaimeng hasn't adjusted his breath just now.

Therefore, when Kuang Yang made a move, Yin Huaimeng was unable to dodge his attack, and took a hard hit, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Master!"

"Brother!"

Jiang Suilan gritted his teeth and watched Lou Bing rush over without hesitation.He couldn't break free from the rope that tied his wrists on his back, and there was no one who hated his low cultivation more than at this moment.

"Junior brother!" Yin Huaimeng called out, protecting Lou Bing behind him, and whispered, "I'm fine."

Jiang Suilan couldn't bear it anymore: "Master! He is a demon cultivator! He is a demon cultivator!"

Yin Huai Mengshuang directed the spiritual energy with a wave, and the sound of the piano burst out, fighting with Kuang Yang.

Jiang Suilan said in a low voice and weakly: "He is a demon cultivator."

You usually look down on Moxiu the most, but in front of Lou Bing, your usual persistence, pride, and principles are not worth mentioning?Just because you love him?do you love him that muchwhat am i

He lowered his head and wept helplessly.

He has always been worthless.The master always said that he didn't cultivate well, that his progress was too slow, that he was too lazy to work, and that he didn't have much promise in this life.

The master is a genius. He started to practice Taoism at the age of ten, and he has become a mirror in a hundred years.Jiang Suilan has always been self-aware, and he cannot be compared with such a genius, and it is understandable that such a genius is dissatisfied with his speed of cultivation.Although he has tried hard.

"Don't cry." Kuang Yang retreated back to Tun Tianpeng at some point, his body was covered in blood, with vertical and horizontal piano wounds on his body, he looked a little scary.He said, "Your master doesn't want you, I want you."

Qin Yin came to kill again!

Kuang Yang shouted: "Lou Bing, why don't you make a move?"

Lou Bing said: "Master Mozun, I... can't do anything, brother is the most important person in my life..."

"Trash." Kuang Yang sneered.

Yin Huaimeng's face was pale, and there was faint blood on the corners of her lips.Veins burst out on the back of his hands and neck, and his white clothes and black hair were scattered in the strong wind. He held the qin in his arms, and the sound of the qin was clanging, forming a killing net, seamlessly enveloping Tun Tianpeng.

Waving his sleeves wildly, the demonic energy turned into a sharp arrow and shot out.He said: "Guqin, are you crazy? If you let go like this, you, the little disciple, will also be killed by you."

Yin Huaimeng remained silent, and once again weaved a killing net with the sound of the piano, this time even more ruthless, leaving no room for it.

Jiang Suilan watched helplessly as the icy blue strings enveloped him, and a cloud of dark demonic energy suddenly enveloped him.In dizziness and weightlessness, he fell from the air to the ground, and the demon energy dissipated. He coughed and stood up, and found that this was a hillside, not far away was the fragmented corpse of Kuangyang Tuntianpeng.

He... just now almost... died under Master's hands.

Jiang Suilan looked at the battlefield of immortals and demons below, and suddenly laughed.

Laughing at myself for a hundred years of infatuation and wrong payment, laughing at myself for being pitiful.

He is just a stand-in, a plaything.

In Yin Huaimeng's eyes, death is all right.

It's ridiculous that he thought that Master loves him as much as he loves Master.

Those impatience, those sarcasm, and those indifference are not illusions, not because the master is cold by nature, but because he is not loved by him.

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out to be the case.

Jiang Suilan raised his hand to wipe away his tears, determined to write to Jianzhou Beiyuan after the battle, explain the situation with the head of the sect, and withdraw from Yanqi Mountain.

No longer be a disciple of Yin Huai Meng, no longer a disciple of Yanqi Mountain.

According to that senior brother, he is not qualified, isn't he?

The lifespan of the initial stage is only a few hundred years, and if his cultivation base does not improve, he will not have many years to live.That being the case, let's spend the rest of the time walking around Jiuzhou.

Jiang Suilan entered Yanqi Mountain at the age of 17. From then on, in his life, there was only Xiaoyinfeng, the beautiful scenery of Jiuzhou. He mostly only read it in the story books, and saw it in the imaginary stories that Yin Huaimeng collected for him.He wanted to see it for himself.

With the plan in place, Jiang Suilan calmed down a lot.

He stood up, and it was suddenly dark.

It wasn't the natural blackness, but something was summoned out, and the black clouds condensed and pressed over the plateau.

Jiang Suilan heard the noise from below, and they all exclaimed: "Demon Dragon!!!"

With the sound of the dragon chant, Jiang Suilan felt pain in his ears, heat, and bleeding.There was a buzzing in his head, his meridians were in great pain, he couldn't stand still, and fell back to the ground.

The magic dragon loomed in the black cloud, the lightning and the sound of the zither played together, the sword of Bajian was unsheathed, and the spear of Changyu swept across.

Not long after, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Jiang Suilan's heart tightened, and he murmured: "Master..."

Because of the dragon's chants, his heart beat violently, and it hurt again. In addition, the sound of Yin Huaimeng's piano stopped, which also broke the strings in his head.

Jiang Suilan passed out.

In the Battle of Pingzhou, Xianmen was defeated.

The power of magic cultivation is overwhelming.

When Jiang Suilan woke up, he smelled a strong scent of sandalwood.He took a deep breath, slowly sobered up, and slowly got up.

This is an inn.

A gauze curtain was installed on the bed, and looking out, there was a faint figure sitting in front of the table.

The man poured a glass of wine, took a sip, and said, "You're awake."

"Kuangyang!" Jiang Suilan blurted out in shock.

"Hush," he said, "I want to hide my identity now, don't call me by this name, call me Wenci Liu."

"Where is this? What do you want to do? Where is my master?"

Kuang Yang smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'll answer you one by one. This is the Fuyuan Inn in the north of Pingzhou. Your master is probably still alive, but the injury, if you survive, your cultivation will have to go back at least a hundred years. World War I , I told him that his Dao heart was broken, his soul was greatly damaged, and his natal zither was smashed into powder by me. Even if he survived, he would no longer be the Guqin fairy before."

Jiang Suilan grabbed the quilt tightly, hearing this description, he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

Kuang Yang continued: "As for what I'm going to do, I haven't actually thought about it yet. Your master took away my right protector, and I will take you with you. But don't worry, Lou Bing may not feel well right now. , surrendering to the enemy before the battle, such a traitor is not worthy of being my Dharma protector. I abolish his cultivation and hurt his three souls and seven souls, and I don't know what he will become."

"Master... took Lou Bing away?"

"That's right," Kuang Yang said with a smile, "It's obvious that I've been hurt so badly that I can't breathe, and I've lost all strength. When I'm dying, I'm still thinking about my right protector. It's really affectionate."

Jiang Suilan echoed softly: "Yes."

He seemed to die.

Kuang Yang raised the curtain and handed him a glass of wine: "Styx wine."

Kuangyang took Jiang Suilan away that night by buying him a drink.

Let's say that Jiang Suilan underestimates the enemy, but not far away is the Xianmen resident, where five immortals are stationed. Who would have thought that the mysterious Demon Lord Kuangyang would come here alone?

"Drink it," Kuang Yang said, "The wine brewed from the Styx River can make you forget your sorrow and pain. Didn't you realize that night?"

His voice seemed extremely seductive.

Jiang Suilan took the wine glass and drank it down.

The wine burned his lips, teeth, throat, internal organs, and burned away his sorrow, leaving only joy.He wanted to dance sword again.

Kuang Yang handed him a light black long sword, and led him to the courtyard of the inn. The moonlight was cold, and Jiang Suilan was as graceful as a fairy.He was drunk, and Kuang Yang seemed to be drunk too.

"Suilan, let's cultivate demons." Kuang Yang said.

Jiang Suilan froze for a moment, then asked blankly, "What did you say?"

"You have the blood of the demon race, so you should cultivate demons."