I heard the voice of the enemy

The land of cultivating immortals is surrounded by clouds, mountains and fog.

As soon as Yue Cang and Xie Qingwei walked out of the Yuan Hall, many disciples outside the hall who had been guarding for an unknown amount of time stepped forward one after another.

No one dared to get close to Xie Qingwei who was air-conditioned, but Yue Cang, who seemed much gentler, was different.

Almost as soon as he appeared, he was surrounded by people.The Tsing Yi Xianxiu didn't seem to notice this, and gradually disappeared without looking back.

Leaving Yue Cang alone, although he was a little helpless, but after the surrounding disciples repeatedly assured that they would guide him the way, he stood at the same place with peace of mind and listened to their doubts.

"How about it, what did old man An tell you? But forget about the marriage?" A disciple came closer and asked questions carefully at first, and then joked with a smile.

Many disciples on the side heard the word "marriage" and they all leaned closer, and the meaning of gossip was beyond words.

Yuandian, Yuandian.

This is a place where there are related records between the land of magic cultivation and the secular world. It is said that it can record the cause and effect of the world: kinship, blood relationship, and marriage relationship.As long as two people are related, no matter how weak the cause and effect is, even if it is formed through extremely indirect means, the Palace of Fate has a way to find someone for you.

But the word marriage is often the part that people care about the most.

only……

"Do you think you Brother Xie will be the one who counts marriage with others?" Yue Cang asked calmly.

That person seemed cold-hearted, and it might not be easy to be tempted. Wouldn't it be extremely ridiculous to take the initiative to find a person who you have only known for a few days to marry in the Yuan Palace?

However, as soon as he said these words, the expressions of the surrounding disciples changed, but it was not the change that Yue Cang thought in his heart.

"Junior Brother, I'm afraid you're new here." One person said cautiously. He glanced around and made sure that Senior Brother Xie was nowhere to be seen. So far, nothing has been considered. Mr. An has issued a total of three fate orders, and the three times are all about marriage."

"And these three marriages are all about that Senior Brother Xie."

One person has one marriage for a lifetime, and this person has three marriages. It's not surprising that everyone is curious.

Recalling that person's sarcastic appearance, Yue Cang smiled helplessly.

He cultivated demons, and he never believed in the way of heaven and destiny, and Yuandian was just a relatively magical place to him. As for the misty things like marriage, he believed his seeing is believing.

That person's personality is cold on the outside and hot on the inside; looking at him as a young man who has achieved success in cultivation, he does not seem to be superficial in his cultivation, but he has a sharpness after actual combat, and it is inevitable to have a firm mind and hard work.

He is also a person who is calm and sincere in his pursuit of the Tao. Few people can match his aptitude, and his character is definitely not someone who starts to mess up and ends up giving up.

Three marriages, put together with Xie Qingwei, it really looks like a joke.

Yue Cang didn't say a word, and put his attitude in front of all the disciples on the surface.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, some people even came up to gossip with him: "Brother Xie's three marriages were all amazing talents, if it weren't for someone who is worthy of Brother Xie, we wouldn't believe it."

"Yes, yes, besides, it is Yuandian, Yaoshan Yuandian, how can such an existence lie and deceive people."

The disciples chattered and looked at Yue Cang's unmoved appearance, and finally someone gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know, who are those?"

"I would like to hear the details." Yue Cang smiled, but he didn't care much in his heart.

Compared with him, the immortal cultivators in this land of immortal cultivators, who pursue strength and hard work as their life goals, have more than a little leisure, and they also have this kind of idleness to make fun of others.

"This first paragraph is about that legendary friar who is astonishingly talented."

When one person started the lecture, many people showed extremely excited expressions on their faces. It seems that many people have heard of this fabled monk.

As a demon cultivator, Yue Cang didn't know there were such legends, so he listened carefully.

"Brother Xie, a Jindan powerhouse who is less than a hundred years old, seems to be at the peak of his strength, but in fact, there are others who are stronger than him." Seeing that Yue Cang was listening carefully, the person who was speaking did not realize how much older he was sub volume.

Even he is ashamed of himself for the golden elixir within a hundred years.

He happened to be a hundred years old when he formed a demonic heart. Although compared with some immortal cultivators who used medicine to form alchemy, he thought that the cultivation base honed from the flesh and blood of corpses must be much stronger, but compared to that one who was also Tsing Yi Xianxiu, who has experienced a lot of fighting and blood, is afraid that the difference in cultivation is due to his talent.

"The legendary figure is not enough to stand up, he is only one step away from the Golden Core, and he suppressed his cultivation for ten years until he couldn't suppress it, and then reluctantly entered the Golden Core stage." The disciple saw Yue Cang's face. Shang Si thought that he was attracted by the story he told, and when he mentioned the legendary person, he couldn't help showing a bit of arrogance on his face, as if he was showing off himself.

Yue Cang was a little surprised when he heard this, whether the legendary person is true or not is yet to be determined, but he secretly sounded the alarm in his heart.

He still knows that there are people outside.

Only then did Yue Cang calm down, put aside distracting thoughts and listen to the other disciples continue talking about the three marriages.

Unexpectedly, the disciple stopped telling the story of this legendary genius, and the topic changed when he spoke again, and he was a little caught off guard: "The second marriage is the one who murdered in the magic cultivator without any hesitation." The cold-blooded Demon Lord with soft hands, the third section is a future disciple under our master's sect."

"You don't know, in recent years, our sect has a lot of popularity. I don't know how many people want to join my sect. You are lucky to have Brother Xie personally bring you. Our sect has long since disappeared. Received the quota of secular disciples..."

When the man said this, his eyes suddenly widened and he stared fixedly at Yue Cang, as if he wanted to see him as a flower.

Yue Cang, who was caught off guard by hearing his name, was frowning and thinking, and the next moment he looked at many people around him with extremely unfriendly eyes, and some of them gloated at his misfortune.

Before the surrounding disciples could say anything, the cultivator in white clothes of a month approached with a smile, put Yue Cang on his shoulders, and scanned the surrounding people.

"What are you talking about? So lively?"

As soon as the smiling man opened his mouth, there were two extremely immature voices. The voices mixed between youth and teenager fell on the ears of all the cultivators, but they were like a heavy blow.

Many people left in twos and threes, and soon only the cultivator Yue Cangtong was left in the field.

"There are so many disciples in the master's sect, and there are always some people who don't have the slightest vision." Seeing that the disciples who joined the fun around him almost all dispersed, the cultivator in the moon white clothes smiled and withdrew his hand.

It was only then that Yue Cang saw clearly that the cultivator who was shoulder to shoulder was still holding a sword at his feet, not only in his voice, but also in his figure, he looked more like a young man who was not worth a crown.

It's just that his black hair has turned white, and that pale color is not the healthy color that young people can have.

"I wonder if senior is...?"

This person's cultivation level faintly showed signs similar to his, and he was probably an old monster who had lived for an unknown number of years, Yue Cang felt a little vigilant in his heart.

"Why, you don't even know me anymore?" The cultivator in moon white tugged his lips, looked at him with a smile on his face, and the next moment he jumped off the sword and landed in front of Yue Cang.

The cultivator seemed certain that Yue Cang was just joking with him, and he waved his hand before anyone could speak, blocking Yue Cang from opening his mouth.

The cultivator with the appearance of a boy stood in place, looking at the direction where the disciples were leaving for an unknown period of time, but his spiritual consciousness locked on Yue Cang, so Yue Cang had to stand here with him and wait.

"What three marriages?" He finally spat, and said angrily, "Where is there such a thing about the demon king and the little boy!"

He seemed to be short of breath, but his spiritual sense was unrelenting.

Yue Cang had no choice but to stay obediently in front of this cultivator who did not know what was wrong.

The years he has experienced are too long, and his memory will inevitably have chaotic and fuzzy parts, but he has always had a photographic memory, such a person with such characteristics, such a qualified person, he will not easily forget it after seeing him once.

What's more, this person's tone really doesn't look like someone who only met once.

Yue Cang thought to himself, the next moment this cultivator who had met more than once suddenly turned around and grabbed his hand.

Mozun, who had concealed his cultivation, was caught off guard by someone grabbing his pulse again, and he didn't feel flustered.

He looked at the other party quietly until he saw a streak of red appear on his wrist.

...? ? ?

"That's it!" The young cultivator seemed to have expected such a situation, and smiled when he saw it.

"The red thread I tied with my own hands, I still don't know it? How can there be other people!" The cultivator suddenly laughed, with a complacent face, until he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

Almost in a panic, he tore a piece of fabric randomly, and the cultivator suddenly pulled Yue Cang's wrist to cover and tie the red stripes, and sneaked up close and whispered: "This thing disappeared after a long time, I'll slip away first .You wish for luck."

After he finished speaking, Yue Cang saw a flash of white light, and the man's striking white hair disappeared from sight, replaced by a dark blue figure.

Walking slowly was the new Immortal Lord, Xie Qingwei whom Yue Cang had just met.

"What did Xuanying tell you?" Looking at the place where the white-haired cultivator disappeared, Xie Qingwei's voice was faint, but her brows were tightly knitted.

Even if that Mr. An tried his best, it was difficult to do, but the cultivator named Xuanying did it easily.

Bingshan's complexion changed, obviously he had lingering fears about the person represented by this name.

Yue Cang was confused, but now he smiled lightly when he saw the person coming.

He raised his wrist to signal to people: "Yomo, just a piece of fabric as a gift?"

What he said was extremely unconvincing, but he thought that Xie Qingwei was not someone who would meddle in other people's business, and Yue Cang didn't listen to Xuanying's words to hide something.

The cold-faced Xianxiu nodded, as expected, he didn't mean to ask more questions.

It's just that the eyes clearly stayed on the color for a moment longer.