I heard the voice of the enemy

Yue Cang knew that Xuanying was watching him, observing his reaction.

He also saw the surprise and thought in the other party's eyes.

This cultivator who had always mistook him for someone else seemed to have finally begun to face up to his identity.

So does he.

The thing on the wrist is not accidental, and the person Xuanying sees through him must also be related to him.

Only now, he still doesn't know what this relationship means.

"Let's go." Xie Qingwei's voice came from the front faintly, no emotion could be heard.

Xuanying scratched her head, and then looked at the indifferent back, she lost the courage just now.

He blushed and didn't say anything, but finally patted Yue Cang's wrist to remind: "Be careful."

After saying this, he ran away without a trace.

Yue Cang felt helpless, so he had to press all kinds of problems down his heart, and then turned around to see Xie Qingwei looking indifferently, with a faint look in his eyes, and his eyes touched the piece of fabric on his wrist.

Xie Qingwei still didn't say a word in the end, Yue Cang didn't know whether he was really curious or not.

The two went to the teacher's altar for a simple apprenticeship ceremony and signed a contract. The cheap master disappeared in an instant, leaving Yue Cang alone in the student's residence.

The elders in the sect have their own caves, some inner disciples have independent residences, and all the remaining outer disciples and handymen live together in one place.

As the first disciple of Xie Qingwei, the eldest disciple of the sect, he could have been allocated his own independent residence, but at this moment he was in such an awkward place, obviously it was that day that made the new master unhappy.

The appearance of Yue Cang has always made all the disciples extremely curious. Not to mention the surprise of the outer disciples seeing him, many inner disciples also came here admiringly.

"Is this really the mortal brought by Senior Brother Xie? Why is it here?"

When he heard someone's voice, Yue Canggang took the outer door blue shirt and sat down beside his bed.The golden sore medicine and spirit stones distributed were randomly placed on the bed.

Two bottles of wound medicine, one bottle of internal wound medicine, and five low-level spirit stones.

Proper handyman configuration.

The outer disciples who had just returned from receiving the medicine all had two middle-level spirit stones, and there were two more bottles of internal injury medicine.

The visitor couldn't help but pause, and subconsciously looked at the person beside him with doubts in his eyes.

"Eldest young master, it's really him. Senior brother Xie brought someone here that day, and I saw it with my own eyes." The suspected cultivator blushed with embarrassment, and hurriedly defended himself.

"Brother Xie's disciple is this outer servant?" The man stared with disbelief in his eyes.

"This...that day I also saw the teacher's apprenticeship with my own eyes." The follower's face was blushing, and he glanced at Yue Cang.

The little handyman who made him lose face was still counting his share at this time, counting the five spirit stones over and over again, showing a serious and cherished look.

With such a petty appearance, he really doesn't look like that Xie Qingwei's apprentice.

Many inner disciples who had come here especially for the name suddenly lost interest.

Looking at it now, this man in black has an ordinary aura, and his appearance is not the type that can impress people. He is no different from the surrounding outer disciples and handymen at first glance, and he can't tell it at all. It will be one of those three marriages.

Maybe that day, I felt that this person's temperament was ethereal and profound, but because I was behind that senior brother surnamed Xie and was influenced by him, this illusion was added to this illusion for nothing?

"Is there something for everyone?" Yue Cang put away the medicine, picked up his clothes and prepared to change, and saw that the not-so-spacious small courtyard of outer disciples was surrounded by a group of inner disciples in light yellow clothes.

He squeezed his palms slightly, and then his eyes slowly swept across the people in front of him.

Yue Cang smiled lightly, at first glance, he was really an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary.

Many people were already disappointed, and when they looked at the clothes and medicines in his hands, they didn't even want to ask any more questions.

After all, he is an inner sect disciple who stands out from thousands of people, so he is more or less proud.

Talking to or even flattering people like handymen, no matter how much curiosity they have in their hearts, it is not enough to make them make such a move.

People gradually backed away, leaving the follower behind, opened their mouths several times but finally turned around and left after giving Yue Cang a hard look, following the first person who spoke, he could still vaguely hear "Young Master" and "" Master" call.

Yue Cang looked at the person who left.

At first, the cultivator's cultivation base was a little lower than his followers, but on the surface he shouted and shouted at the disciples who were higher than his cultivation base. He is a disciple of a big family, and he is used to enjoying the superior treatment.

In the land of magic cultivation, if there is any follower who can surpass the cultivation base of "Young Master", then the body of "Little Master" who does not know the heights of heaven and earth may have died long ago, how can he still be so arrogant?

He sighed lowly, he really couldn't get used to the people in this land of immortal cultivation.

Similarly, the strong are respected, but here it is still much more complicated.

Although the outer disciples and handymen had heard about the legends about marriage, none of them came to ask.

In the commotion, after all the inner disciples had left, the outer disciples and handymen who had received their salaries began to sit cross-legged on the wooden bed and began to practice.

The people here are all from ordinary families. They have neither resources nor talents, so they can only rely on hard work to make up for their shortcomings, and there is no room for slack.

The handymen were exhausted after a day's work, but they did not dare to relax.

At the bottom of the land of immortal cultivation, there is still a bit of diligence and undercurrent surging seriousness among demon cultivators.

Yue Cang also had a rare free time in this not-so-private space.

He let go of his hand, revealing the four spirit stones and some powder in the palm of his hand.

He has tried it, and the method of absorbing spiritual stones seems to be feasible for him who is originally a demon cultivator. The absorbed spiritual energy forms a ball in his dantian, clinging to the side of the compressed and sealed demonic energy. But they don't blend, but they are distinct.

Once the magic energy is released, the conflict between the two is enough to deal a devastating blow from the inside to a strong person of any level.At this time, he just started to practice spiritual energy, but as the spiritual energy became stronger in the future, the threat of instability from inside would become more acute.

Yue Cang simply did not rush to start practicing, but placed the Lingshi in one place, and stretched out his hand to untie the piece of cloth left by Xuanying.

"The line of marriage?" The one who was close to the bed approached at some point, his eyes suddenly widened when he saw the dark red line, he almost turned around and jumped up from the bed to come closer.

Some monks around who couldn't calm down to practice gave the reckless monk a hard look after being disturbed by this.

Only then did he apologize with embarrassing eyes one by one, and the rest of the cultivators went back to practice.

"I now believe that you have something to do with that senior brother Xie." The familiar monk directly sat on the bed, lowered his head and looked at the red line on Yue Cang's wrist.

It looks like it is on the skin, but it is actually in the blood veins, and the lines are very agile.

Looking down at Yue Cang, the red line and the position he glanced at when he saw it for the first time have changed somewhat. It is obviously not a simple thing. Hearing this person speak at this moment, he doesn't care much about the monk's abruptness. , but raised his head to look at him.

"how do I say this?"

"The line of fate, something that can only be obtained from the palace of fate, a kind of thread of destiny. Like the one on your hand, it looks like a dark red line. It seems to be a living body, so it must be the line of marriage." See Yue Cang also Don't mind, the monk simply sat a little closer, with his head even lowered and he was about to lean closer to Yue Cang's wrist.

The movement of the red stripes was too small to be seen in a short period of time, but the monk tried his best to see something, and in the end his head was getting lower and lower, and he almost moved closer.

"That person is new here, and I don't know much about it..." The handyman standing at the door had just entered the door, and before his voice came out, he saw this scene unpreparedly, subconsciously glanced at the person beside him, and tried to defend himself.

The inner disciple in light yellow clothes stood outside the door, holding a pool of sake in his hand, there was faint fluctuations in the formation on the mud seal, the aroma of the wine and the spiritual energy in the altar did not reveal at all, one could tell that it had been carefully handled thing.

The visitor's eyebrows were drawn into his temples, his slightly pursed lips were slightly displeased, and his eyes were fixed on the monk who seemed to be nestled in Yue Cang's arms from a distance, with cold light flowing.

The monk beside Yue Cang was still concentrating on observing the red pattern, so he didn't notice it.

The inner disciple also stood there coldly, neither advancing nor retreating, leaving the handyman disciple who wanted to leave but didn't dare to put on a bitter face, frequently looked at the disciple beside Yue Cang, expecting him to raise his head.

What this person came here to look for was obviously not him, but the cultivator beside him.Feeling the cold gaze, Yue Cang knew that he might offend someone unintentionally again.

The aura of the star-point low-level spirit stone absorbed just now flowed to the hand along the guide, and the red lines suddenly changed direction as if they were disturbed.

"Ah!" The disciple suddenly raised his head, surprise in his eyes.

Before he lowered his head again to confirm something, the handyman disciple who seized the opportunity had already spoken in advance.

"Su Xiu, Senior Brother Mu is here!"

His voice was quick and urgent, and the cultivator named Su Xiu followed his voice and subconsciously looked in the direction of the door. His eyes quickly locked on the wine jar in the hands of the inner disciple, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Let's go, have a drink!"

Caught off guard by the few people, the disciple surnamed Su has already pulled him across Yuecang and led them out.

The flustered look caused many people in the cultivation process to open their eyes and take a look at the two leaving figures.

Looking at the pale yellow figure standing outside the door, and seeing Su Xiu's heartless appearance, many outer disciples sighed in a low voice, and immediately threw themselves into their cultivation again.