I don't want to accept Long Aotian as a disciple today

Under Yuyuan, there is no sun, no day, only a Huangquan River flows through the edge of the Demon Realm, and the green will-o'-the-wisps in the river illuminate the distant sky. blood red lantern.

Today, a strange guest ushered in the Demon City.

The ghost ladies holding red umbrellas in the street turned their heads and cast glances at the guests who were carried by the tall horses. The guests were dressed in black cloth and neatly dressed, exuding vigorous yang energy, and rode the horses without squinting. walk slowly.

Behind the tall horse was driving a small sedan chair with red curtains. With the bumps of the wheels, you could occasionally see the scene inside the curtain.According to the ghosts and demons who witnessed it at that time, there was a very handsome orthodox monk in the red curtain, dressed in white clothes that surpassed the snow, sitting upright, with an awe-inspiring aura like frost and snow all over his body, making people dare not look at him closely.

This is a strange thing, on the main street of the Demon Realm City, there are monsters and ghosts from all directions, but they have never encountered such a special guest.

A handsome young man full of yang.

A Taoist monk who is not stained with the world.

If it wasn't for the fact that there was a Xuantian Cult Master in charge of the carriage's vice seat, I'm afraid all the ghosts and monsters in the street would jump on him, how could the carriage be allowed to drive safely into the Demon Lord's Palace?Two small snacks exuding a sweet taste, aroused the desire of ghosts all over the street, but Biansheng himself did not notice it at all.

It was not the first time for Qin Chiyu to come to the Demon Realm, so he didn't show any surprise, holding the rein firmly with both hands, he drove the carriage to the courtyard in the Demon Palace.

"Yu—" He stopped the ghost horse that was stepping on the black mist, stopped at the bottom of the steps, turned his face, and asked symbolically, "Is this the place?"

Master Xuantian looked at him with great interest: "You are the calmest person I have ever met, which is really surprising. You seem to be a young and impulsive Taoist junior, but in fact you are quite ambitious and very courageous in your actions. See you Don't be afraid to go to the big scene, should I re-evaluate you?"

Qin Chiyu didn't see any joy or anger on his face, but just looked at the leader Xuantian: "That's your business."

Master Xuantian laughed strangely, got off the carriage, and said: "Wait, I'll come as soon as I go."

Qin Chiyu sat on the horseback, motionless, like a statue.

Behind him, in a carriage with red curtains, an orthodox monk in white sat upright, with his back straight, but his eyelids were lowered, as if he had closed his eyes and entered into a trance.

In the corner of the courtyard, the shadow of the scarlet lantern began to sway on the ground.

Thin black tentacles protruded from the shadows and rushed towards the carriage.

Clusters of strange shadows got into the bottom of the car, making rustling sounds.

However, neither the people in the carriage nor the people on the horses moved.

This imperceptibly acquiesced in the attack of the monsters. They made louder noises and rattled and shook the carriage, making the red curtains tremble constantly, and the scenery inside the carriage could be seen from time to time.

Suddenly, a dragon chant came.

The group of demons made a sound like a gust of wind blowing through a paper window, and fled in all directions with a "shua", retreating into the shadows.

Even the blood-colored lanterns under the verandah of the eaves also returned to stillness.

After a moment of silence, some daring monsters poked their heads out to peek again, but they didn't dare to get closer. The man in the carriage was not as weak and deceitful as he appeared on the surface. He had a sword on his body, which the monsters feared the most. Flying swords, orthodox people like to use flying swords to slay demons and demons, so that the fear of flying swords is deeply imprinted in the blood of demons.

Lu Wanxian raised his eyelids slightly, these dirty little things dared to dance in front of him, if he hadn't pretended to be locked up by the fairy, he would have sent them to heaven immediately.

Well, it doesn't seem right, can ghosts and ghosts go to the sky?

The Immortal Binding Lock was provided by the Xuantian leader. It is said that with the blessing of the magic breath, the orthodox monks in the distraction stage can be trapped. Without a full investigation, the Xuantian leader, like most Taoist cultivators, believes that Lu Wanxian was still a monk in the early stage of distraction, which saved Lu Wanxian from pretending to be weak.

There is no limit to his spiritual power, but his hands are tied behind his back, which is a little uncomfortable. He is used to sitting upright, and the posture behind his hands affects his straight waist.

Lu Wanxian adjusted his sitting posture again, and counted Zichou Yinmao boredly.

After a while, the voice of Xuantian Cult Master sounded beside the carriage, speaking to Qin Chiyu: "Mozun wants to see you, come with me."

Qin Chiyu didn't move: "Settle down Immortal Lu first, and then I'll go with you."

Master Xuantian seemed to have heard some absurd joke, and sneered: "The Demon Lord never waits for anyone."

Qin Chiyu was silent.

There was some tension in the air.

Master Xuantian suddenly laughed and said, "Okay, it's up to you."

Qin Chiyu said: "That's exactly what it should be. Otherwise, if the leader is out of his wits, where can I find someone to fulfill the powerful cultivation method?"

Master Xuantian was choked with anger, and sneered: "I never thought you would have such a suffocating ability. I only hope that your speed of cultivation can satisfy the Mozun, otherwise, I will not be able to protect you and your Immortal Lu."

After finishing speaking, Master Xuantian waved his hand, and two little ghosts with lanterns floated from the other end of the veranda, leading the carriage away from a galloping road, turned around and came to an independent courtyard deep in the magic palace.

The yard was very dilapidated, and the grass grew higher than the steps. Qin Chiyu parked the carriage on the street outside the yard, turned over and got off the horse, his whole body was filled with yang energy, which made the kid with the lantern drooling in spite of himself.

Qin Chiyu looked up and saw a pair of black plaques hanging under the dilapidated eaves, the writing on the plaques was obscured, spider silk was hanging from the eaves, there were a few dark handprints on the door hinges, and there was a broken well in the yard And a pair of potter's wheels that don't seem to work.

"You and your Immortal Lu live here. I haven't seen the Demon Lord, so I can't arrange a better place for you." Xuantian Cult Master said in a very helpless tone, but his smile was a little smug. If he didn't follow his words, he Naturally, there are ten thousand ways to make Qin Chiyu uncomfortable.

"This place is clean, let's go here." Qin Chiyu didn't show the slightest bit of anger, he observed the courtyard for a while, turned around, and saw Master Xuantian looking into the carriage through the curtain, "Master, please go back, I am ready, and I will naturally ask someone to send a letter to the leader."

Master Xuantian was "invited" out forcefully by him, and he didn't see any dissatisfaction with the residence, but felt very bored, and turned into a cloud of black mist and left.

The two little ghosts carrying the lantern stayed behind to lock the door, still drooling, and looked curiously at the carriage. Qin Chiyu walked to the gate of the courtyard, and closed the two pitch-black doors with a bang, blocking the searching sight.

Then, he began to clean the courtyard, dredge the well, and cut off the weeds. He did everything by himself, so that the cleaned courtyard was reassuring.

Lu Wanxian shook his hands, and the fairy lock fell off the ground automatically. He moved his wrist, raised the car curtain and looked out.

Qin Chiyu is worthy of being the leader who has taken care of the Lingzhi Garden. He cleaned the yard quickly and skillfully. It took about half an hour to clean the inside and outside, and the whole courtyard was completely new.

Of course, the new is not going anywhere, it is far worse than the Yan Zunfu's mansion in the previous life, but it can be lived in.

Lu Wanxian has a slight obsession with cleanliness, and he doesn't like to use things that others have used. Therefore, Qin Chiyu specially brought tables, chairs, boards and benches from Wanhua Mountain, put them in a mustard bag, and changed them for Lu Wanxian. Spread brand-new sky silk quilts, hang up the barrier curtain of distant mountains that flashes of light, and isolate those ugly walls and windows outside.

After doing all this, Qin Chiyu came to the sedan chair and said, "Princess Lu, I've offended you."

After all, he picked up Lu Wanxian, carried him into the room, and put him on the bed.

Two little ghosts with lanterns stood in front of the door with their ears pricked up.

Among them, the kid with a red face asked another kid with a blue face and fangs: "Xiaoqing, why didn't you say that fairy in white clothes in the carriage came down and walked by himself?"

The hearing of the two little ghosts is very good, the leader Xuantian sent them to guard the door, and it was intentional.

Lu Wanxian didn't get down to walk, they could hear them clearly, and Qin Chiyu's footsteps were a little heavier, so it could be guessed that he was either carried or carried.

"Maybe he thinks our land is too dirty." The green-faced kid said coldly.

"It's really dirty. Immortals are so clean. It must be delicious. It's not good if it's mixed with earthy flavor." The red-faced kid sucked his saliva.

"It's not your turn to eat, so just dream." The green-faced kid ruthlessly pierced the red-faced kid's dream bubble.

"My lord can't eat that much at once, I just need a little finger." The red-faced kid continued to dream.

"Idiot, you only know how to eat. Didn't you realize that His Holiness values ​​that stranger?"

"Ah, that stranger must be delicious too. If the immortal doesn't get my turn, can the stranger share half of it with me?"

The blue-faced kid rolled his eyes, turned the lamp in his hand away from the red-faced kid, and didn't want to talk to it anymore.

Qin Chiyu settled Lu Wanxian, got up and came out, stopped by the door, and glanced at the gate outside the yard. Although the two pitch-black gates were closed tightly, it did not mean that everything inside could be isolated.

He lowered his head, took out the talisman paper needed to make the magic circle from the mustard seed bag, and counted them clearly one by one, then cut his finger, dripped blood on it, and wrote the talisman.

Suddenly, a corner of Yuanshan's tent was opened, and a hand stretched out from inside. The white palm was flattened towards him, as if asking him for something.

Qin Chiyu looked at the talisman paper left in his hand, and then at Lu Wanxian's hand.

Lu Wanxian shook his hands impatiently, so Qin Chiyu had no choice but to hand him the talisman paper.

In half a cup of tea, a stack of talisman papers with clear and elegant handwriting was completed and handed out from the tent in the distant mountain.

Qin Chiyu took a closer look, and found that the runes on the talisman paper faintly revealed some light blue aura, which was actually written with expensive psychic liquid. This thing is very precious, it can make bones grow flesh, and the aura is extremely powerful. One of the treasures given to Lu Wanxian, was used by Lu Wanxian to repair his scorched hand after extinguishing the Heavenly Fire Spirit Root.

With the spell written by Lu Wanxian himself with psychic liquid, he doesn't have to worry about the instability of the magic circle.

A smile flashed across Qin Chiyu's eyes, and he went out to set up a magic circle with the stack of charms in his hand.

After working for a long time, the arrangement of the isolation magic circle on the inner three floors and the outer three floors was completed, and the light blue runes flashed in the air, perfectly hidden in the four corners of the courtyard.

Qin Chiyu heaved a sigh of relief, at least after the magic circle was set up, there was no need to worry that people outside could hear the voices and see the situation inside.

He also took out a small knife, cut his arm, and dripped blood around the yard. Blood is the strongest way of connection. As long as someone breaks into the yard, he will immediately receive a response.

Qin Chiyu covered his arms, adjusted his breath a little, stopped the bleeding, straightened up, and walked towards the small residence gate.