Demon Venerable's Cub Raising Career [Traveling]

Luoyou lay motionless on the ground, and the red robes were scattered at Ning Feng's feet in a mess.

The young man pouring tea didn't check for a while, and accidentally tripped over his robe while changing the water, the teapot shook slightly, and a little tea splashed to the corner of his clothes.

"Ah, the clothes are dirty." Luo You puffed up her cheeks and looked at the pale boy.

"What a cute little brother," he tilted his head, with a tricky smile on the corner of his mouth, "I don't have anyone to take care of my Qiqi underground, you are so pretty, why don't you go and accompany it."

A faint light flew from between the brows to Nian's neck, and before he could recover, his head suddenly lost weight, and the gushing blood stained his red and white hair, and the fear in his silver eyes was forever buried in his eyes.

Seeing this, the girl immediately covered her mouth, for fear of screaming; she even bit her inner lip, but her body was still trembling uncontrollably.

"You dirty my place."

Ning Feng frowned, pulled the girl in front of him, patted her on the back and whispered warmly: "Hey, clean up your brother's body first."

The girl's pupils narrowed slightly, and after she nodded hurriedly, she almost ran away.

Luo You took off the red robe, covered the boy's face, and slowly got up from the ground, "Dead."

Ning Feng raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"Qiqi is dead," Luo You clenched his fists, his tone could not hear the slightest bit of sadness, but was full of excitement, "I have new fun again."

Skimming off the foam on the cup, Ning Feng took a sip of tea and said casually: "If you want to make trouble, you can make trouble by yourself, I don't have time to play with you."

"Why is it playing?" Luo You pouted, "Someone killed my beloved pet, so I naturally want him to pay with blood...What is this called?"

He rubbed his head and thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Use the way of others, treat the body of the person!"

Ning Feng didn't raise his eyes: "I wish you a good time."

"If you want me to have fun, brother Ning Feng knows there are other ways..."

Luo You looked resentful, he looked at the direction in which the girl left, and half-truthfully said: "How am I inferior to these twins?"

"It's a pity, I have no interest in an old monster like you who doesn't grow up."

Ning Feng didn't follow his tricks, and just said leisurely: "I don't care about you this time, you can play however you want, as long as you don't bother me."

Hearing this, Luo You accepted the appearance of a resentful woman, and said coquettishly: "Let's go together, if you weren't bored recently, you wouldn't be looking for fun here."

As he spoke, he took out the nine mirrors around his waist, and the small mirrors circled in the air, reflecting mountains and rivers, like a huge holographic map.

"Let me take a look..." Luo You clicked on a certain place on the picture, and said in a soft voice, "There was an outer door of the Immortal Family in the place before Qiqi's accident, and they probably have something to do with them."

"Xianmen?" The hand holding the teacup paused, Ning Feng raised his eyes: "You mean Lianchengmen?"

"Yes, it's Lianchengmen!" Seeing that he was interested, Luo You wiped the map with his sleeve, and the nine mirrors flew back into his hands.

Luo You turned her eyes to look at Ning Feng, and said earnestly: "I also heard that they are having some lively things recently, Brother Ning Feng, why don't you go and see with me, and add some excitement to them."

Lianchengmen...

Ning Feng seemed to have thought of something, and narrowed his eyes.

He put down the teacup and chuckled lightly: "It's really time to go for a walk."

There are some things that you don't know how to cherish when you have them, but you don't know where to find them when you really need them.

Hey…

This is Lian Ji's No. 13 sighs while holding the judge's pen.

In front of him, dozens of sheets of paper were crookedly drawn with incantations. These incantations were complex and changeable, but faintly lost some aura.

"What's wrong?"

Lian Ji put down his pen, made a ball of those papers, propped his chin in a daze.

If there is a talisman cultivator above the level of a god at this time, it will definitely be amazed.

What Lian Ji drew was none other than the highest-level incantations of the long-lost ancient talisman.

The memory of a hundred years ago is too vague. Although he has a photographic memory, he cannot stand the ravages of time.The high-level incantations are inherently complicated. At the beginning, I just took a few casual glances through Ning Feng's Baina Pavilion, but now I want to restore the details, but I can't remember them anyway.

The rain has been erratic recently, and the sky is always gloomy. A few lightning bolts flashed outside the window for no reason, making the house flickering.

Lian Ji pressed the corner of his forehead and resumed writing.

The cinnabar inside the inkstone is like blood, which makes the young man's fingertips look like fat jade.

When Cang Xiang came back, Lian Ji was still sitting at the table studying the talisman. He glanced at the messy handwriting on the paper on the table, and it was not an exaggeration to say "ghost drawing talisman".

Hearing the movement behind him, Lian Ji didn't put down his pen, but asked lightly, "What did you find?"

Cang Xiangxun didn't intend to hide it from him at all, and guessed that he had heard some news in the inner room, so he replied truthfully: "The identity of the corpse in the belly of the dragon has been confirmed."

He sat beside Lian Ji, and asked back, "Do you know Wei Wanshu, Taoist Nianhua?"

really.

Lian Ji slapped his wrist.

Not only did he know, the beams were all knotted.

Incomparable.

Seeing that he was silent, Cang Xiangxun just pretended that he had never heard of this person before, and explained to himself: "Wei Wanshu used to be a disciple of the Wuliang Sect, and was expelled from the Immortal Sect because of his evil intentions and stealth. , and took in a few disciples, but was later found by the enemy, and there was no news after the First World War."

This matter is not a secret, even Ji knew a little in his last life, and now it sounds like he doesn't feel much.

Cang Xiangxun continued: "Wei Wanshu died in the belly of a dragon. The sect master and Elder Yin guessed that it was the enemy who happened to be near the gate of Liancheng."

Lian Ji laughed silently when he heard the words, the meaning was very clear——

The sighting of ferocious beasts is nothing more than someone seeking revenge on Wei Wanshu, who happened to be at the foot of our mountain, and has nothing to do with us; now that Wei Wanshu is dead, and his revenge has been avenged, naturally he won't be entangled with them, so everyone should not panic.

"Wei Wanshu's spiritual root is broken, and the dragon's destroying pill is demented. If the two are really fighting each other, why are they injured by the same technique?" Lian Ji asked suddenly.

Cang Xiangxun is silent, it's not that he hasn't thought about this matter.

What did Wu She say at the time?

"Wei Wanshu's academic methods are mostly evil and obscene techniques. If you want to deal with the jiaojiao, you must use the techniques to the extreme, and you will inevitably hurt yourself."

Lian Ji said indifferently: "You mean, he was backlashed by his own technique?"

"Not impossible."

As if thinking of something, Lian Ji frowned slightly: "What if there is a third person?"

Cang Xiangxun turned his head and looked straight at him: "The third person?"

Lian Ji nodded, and pulled out a blank piece of paper again, with some cinnabar on the tip of the pen, and said while drawing: "Wei Wanshu has practiced sorcery for many years, and the possibility of being backlashed to the point where his spiritual roots are completely shattered is not very high."

If there is a third person, he should be similar to Wei Wanshu's move and can successfully injure him...

Thinking of this, Lian Ji's pen tip paused slightly.

The dementia of the jiaojiao is caused by the damage of the inner alchemy; the inner alchemy of the beast cultivator has the same function as the monk's natural spiritual root, but its essence is quite different.

The same move can damage the inner alchemy, but it may not be able to shatter the spiritual root.

"Wei Wanshu..." Lian Ji pondered deeply: "He should have been injured by someone's spiritual roots first, and then accidentally fell into the territory of this jerk when he was fleeing. He was seriously injured and had to use all his strength when fighting with the jerk." I tried my best, but only shattered the inner alchemy of the evil beast, and also disintegrated my own spiritual roots, and finally had no chance of winning, and fell into the belly of the beast."

"He once set up a mountain gate by himself, and took in several disciples... If it is true as I said, the person who hurt him is probably one of his disciples."

Cang Xiangxun thought for a moment, then pondered: "Wei Wanshu is in the late stage of Yuanying, even if he is a direct disciple, he will not be hurt by familiar tricks like this."

Lian Ji shook his head lightly when he heard this, and said, "You made a mistake about one thing."

"If I were that person, if I wanted to kill Wei Wanshu, I would definitely not fight him head-on."

Cang Xiangxun's eyes focused, and Lian Ji whispered, "With Wei Wanshu's cultivation, it's not easy to take advantage of Wei Wanshu's unpreparedness."

If he was really hurt like this, it means that the person who made the shot is completely trustworthy to Wei Wanshu.

So much so that he didn't take too many precautions.

At this point in the analysis, a figure flashed out of his mind, and even Lian Ji himself was taken aback.

Cang Xiangxun looked cold and serious, and suddenly stood up from the bamboo chair: "If it is true as you said, this matter should be reported to Sect Leader Wu as soon as possible."

Lian Ji was taken aback by him, and stretched out his hand to grab his cuff: "It's just a guess right now."

That's what I said, but combined with the experience of the two lifetimes, Lian Ji already had a conclusion in his heart.

Cang Xiangxun pursed his lips and remained silent. He just stood there. After a long time, he slowly said: "About this matter, from the beginning to the end, what you said has always been related to spiritual wisdom and spiritual roots."

Lian Ji's heart skipped a beat, thinking something was wrong.

Cang Xiangxun pulled out the cuff from his hand, turned around and looked into Lian Ji's eyes: "The two corpses have more in common, but you never mentioned the matter of the broken meridians and broken bones."

Lian Ji was dumb, subconsciously looked away, and was about to think about how to answer, when Cang Xiangxun said in a deep voice: "Lian Ji, as I said, no matter what happens, don't hide it from me."

Several excuses stuck in his throat in an instant, Lian Ji opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Having said all that, Cang Xiangxun didn't stop any longer, he stepped out and stopped when he reached the door.

"I have to deal with some things in the near future. I won't be back in two days. You can move around Jianping residence at will. If you have nothing to do, it's best not to go out."

His voice was calm and unwavering, as if he was telling an irrelevant matter to an irrelevant person.

Lian Ji understood himself, he couldn't be more clear about what this tone meant.

He is angry.

Lian Ji's heart suddenly became anxious, the boy is not very old, and his temper is not small.

He took a pen and ink, pretending to be casual and said: "Aren't you coming back at night?"

"Well," Cang Xiang Xun did not turn his head back, "The younger brother in Wenxian Pavilion woke up, and Master Wu sent me to take care of him."

As soon as the words fell, there was thunder outside the house.

With a flick of Lian Ji's wrist, the red cinnabar on the tip of the pen fell on the paper and slowly faded away.

Su Qingchen.

Yes, how could he forget.

This year's main sect selection conference was originally Su Qingchen's home field.

The memory fragments of the previous life flashed one by one, Lian Ji closed his eyes, and the picture in his mind finally stopped in the cold eyes of the person at the top of Ling Xiao Peak.

"Lingxiao Demon Lord Cang Xiangxun has been put to death, his demon consciousness is completely destroyed, and he will never enter reincarnation."

They turned against each other overnight, the hatred between the two generations ended, and life and death could not be tolerated.

Lian Ji looked at the bright red imprint on the paper, his gray eyes were full of hostility, dark and unclear.

I didn't expect that we would meet so soon.

Brother Su.