How Immortals and Demons Fall in Love Through Different Paths

The tall man said: "I'm glad he can do it, but I don't like others talking about it. Just Liu Tang, who is neither human nor ghost, is worthy of being honored as a king! Calling him Liu Gui is almost the same!"

Tong Shu seldom didn't smile, but at this time his whole face was gloomy, and his voice was very heavy: "Say it again!"

"Little fellow daoist, what are you in a hurry for? I said what's wrong with him, and everyone said him!" The tall man only regarded Tong Shu as an ordinary person: "Besides, Liu Tang himself doesn't mind if he lets others talk about him and let others step on him. How much do you care?" Mind your own business!"

Tong Shu retorted: "Furongshan Jieyu Jun Qingzhengyayi, I won't allow you to slander him like this!"

"Qingzheng Yayi? Pooh! He wears such elegant words even with his weak bones? How dare he continue to be called a fairy? Furong Mountain has been brought down by him, what kind of Xie Yujun from Furong Mountain is there!"

This was the first time Tong Shu had heard of his original sect being mentioned after his rebirth. He was taken aback for a moment, and asked in a gaffe, "What's wrong with Mount Furong?"

A short scholar next to him patted the tall one and said with a smile, "You don't even know this, where did you come from?"

Tong Shu was anxious: "Let's talk about what's going on first!"

The short man replied: "There is no Furong Mountain anymore."

Tong Shu didn't believe it: "Nonsense! How can a thousand-year-old family say that it's gone!"

The tall scholar said contemptuously: "How can it not be! Furong Mountain has created three scumbags in a row, not to mention one sect, even ten sects will be wiped out by them!"

Tong Shu asked, "How can there be three?"

The tall man replied: "Lu Lan, Lu Shu and his son, plus Liu Tang! None of them are good!"

The more Tong Shu asked, the more anxious he became: "What's the matter, Mr. Guan Jieyu!"

Gao Zi replied: "Liu Tang is just a pile of mud that can't support the wall! He looks like a dog when he has a master above him, but without a master, he is a piece of shit! He led a thousand-year-old family to serve as a servant for his former servants." He is a cow and a horse! That attitude of hard work makes people sick when they see it! He is worthless himself, and he wants to follow him in the same door. Those who follow him will be killed, it's too shameless! It's okay for them to be shameless in Furongshan, and force other sects to imitate him! Fu's turning over to be the master is to be proud and majestic, but Yan Huizun is willing to do so if he has self-cultivation and does not look down on him Support them! But we look down on him, we have never seen him so eager to be licked by others!"

Tong Shu was furious: "Jie Yu-jun can't do this!"

The tall man didn't give in either: "Huh, if you don't believe me, you can go and ask yourself! I don't know what kind of shady things Liu Gui has done. People are not human and ghosts all day long! They all say that Lu Shu is a bastard. Master Miezu, I don’t think Liu Tang is even as good as Lu Shu! Lu Shu is a strong man, so what is Liu Tang? He’s just a bad guy without a backbone!”

Tong Shu's face darkened, and he shouted in a low voice, "Don't compare Liu Tang with Lu Shu! Liu Tang is different!"

The tall man was startled, and flinched instinctively, but relying on the size of the row, he insisted on saying comfortably: "Huh, it's not the same! I don't know how bad Furong and Feng Shui are. This kind of unconscionable thing, compared to Liu Tang, the eldest disciple brought up by his adopted son, Lu Lan is a prodigal. The spiritual base gathered for thousands of years has been disintegrated for decades, and now among the children of Furong Mountain, who are struggling to survive, who dare to straighten their backs Saying that you are from Furong Mountain! If a sect is rotten like that, it would be better not to call yourself a sect anymore! Disappearing is no more embarrassing than this!

Tong Shu couldn't accept it, and his eyes were terribly red: "Impossible, how could this happen! This is impossible!"

"Willow ghost—" the tall man continued to speak, but his voice stopped abruptly, and something stuck in his throat.

A cold voice sounded next to his ear: "I said before, Mr. Xie Yu is different, you can't scold him."

Only then did the tall man feel a pain in his throat, suddenly he couldn't speak, and coughed hard, it was full of blood.The young man who had been smiling before, unexpectedly murdered him like this without anyone noticing.However, this is not terrible, what is even more terrifying is that the young man's tyrannical gaze at this time seems to have pulled him out of his bones, and he is too late.The tall man has been in the world of comprehension for dozens of years, and now he feels unprecedented fear.

However, there are many people on the other side, and Tong Shu is only an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy. He wanted to win some ground no matter what, and used all his strength to grab Tong Shu with his five fingers hooked. He didn't want the boy in front of him to look weak and weak. , but it was very difficult to deal with. Instead of being taught a lesson, he was restrained with both hands. He wanted to withdraw his hand several times, but Tong Shu held it strangely.

Immediately with a fierce look on his face, he said: "You are the one who messed around, don't blame me for being rude!" As he spoke, he raised his hand and raised a hand knife, aiming at the back of Tong Shu's neck, and slashed down hard with his spiritual power.

As soon as the blow missed, he staggered and threw himself into a dog's shit, turned around and rushed back ferociously, his neck was numb, his wrist was stabbed fiercely by some sharp thing, and the spiritual power in his hand was instantly scattered. He turned his head in disbelief, and saw that the young man's fingertips were bright red, and he wiped the blood on his cold neck, and pointed at Tong Shu in shock and anger: "You—you What kind of sorcery is used! Someone—"

However, his throat was choked and he couldn't speak. Tong Shu's gaze shifted from his fingers to him. The sharp gaze seemed to swallow him, and the instinct to save himself in danger forced him to bite his tongue and swallow the blood. Forcibly breaking through his throat, he hissed at his companions: "You don't do it yet!"

The accident happened too fast, the companions who had just watched the show didn't have time to realize what happened, and when they were woken up by the shout, they drew out their swords one after another, but they couldn't pull out the swords in their hands no matter what, their swords buzzed, and it was She was trembling, as if she was afraid of something and refused to get out of her sheath.

Everyone looked at the person who was walking slowly behind the young man in unison, and the tall man asked tremblingly, "Are you a sword cultivator?"

The person who came was dressed in a gray robe and stood with his hands behind his back. He didn't move a sword, but he looked like he was killing. It was Xin Wu.

The shopkeeper, the Confucian scholars and the scholars all showed panic, their faces were as white as paper, and they pressed the trembling sword hilt forcibly.

Xin Wudao: "Jing Xingzong still has no conclusions about Liu Tang's matter, so don't talk about people's faults in small talk, everyone be careful."

When a sword cultivator in the Hidden Edge Realm leaked his sword energy without reservation, the sword energy stabbed like a thousand swords, and being in it was unbearable torment.Confucian scholars and scholars are usually half-did Taoists, unable to bear this kind of sword energy at all, frozen in place, unable to run and unable to bear it, until Xin Wulue received the sword energy, they found that they could move, and they all fled .

The shopkeeper is considered a Taoist who has entered the door, and he can't stand it any longer. He can't care about the lost business, so he just carefully stood aside, holding on to the bookcase to barely stand.

Xin Wu stopped in front of Tong Shu and said, "For more, just ask me."

Tong Shu couldn't recover for a long time, because of surprise and worry, his fingers trembled slightly, his face became abnormally pale, and flushed with anger, his eyes that seemed to be soaked in cold water were blood-red, like Immortal like a charm, he looked at Xin Wu with a heavy face for a moment, then closed his eyes hard and said, "That's good."

Slip away.

Xin Wu walked behind, took out a few books from the shelf and pile of new books, pressed a few silver ingots on a few Qingxin talismans, left them on the counter, and counted them as book resources.

Doing business in the world of cultivating immortals is slightly different from that in the mortal world. Except for money transactions, you need to bring some small items with spiritual power to exchange. The shopkeeper took those few magic charms, and a clear and sharp spiritual power came from the whole body, and the Lingtai was instantly clear. After washing it, he felt as if he had found a treasure, and then his whole body felt cold again—with that spiritual power, a cold sentence hit his heart: "The book of Fan Jingjue and Lu Shu, don't sell it, destroy it."

From the bookstore to the inn, the road was not long, but it was enough for Tong Shu to calm down quickly.

Therefore, when Xin Wu closed the door and sat across from him, he was able to hide his determination, wash away the abnormality in his eyes, and asked calmly, "Fifth brother, do you know?"

Xin Wu silently caught his gaze and nodded.

Tong Shu said: "In fact, you could have stopped them a long time ago. Did you deliberately ask me to listen to those words?"

"I have no right to block your hearing." Xin Wu finished speaking with a blank face, and then closed his mouth. Usually, he meant that he was unwilling to say more. After the silence today, he added, "These are not the worst."

"You know..." Tong Shu let out a wry smile, "You know that the world has changed beyond recognition in the past 50 years, you know that someone is leading me out step by step, you know that the Lu clan's sect has collapsed, and you know the situation of my senior brother Liu Tang... Down and out, but didn't tell me earlier, why?"

Jing Jue explained indifferently in a calm voice: "You will always know these things, and I cannot and should not influence your opinion. If I tell you in advance, will you suspect that I have ulterior motives?"

Tong Shu retorted, "You are afraid that if I know these things, I won't follow you properly."

Xin Wu lowered his eyes, and his thick and long eyelashes blocked his gaze. After a long time, he just shook his head slowly.

During Yueyu's day and night together, Tong Shu understood that Xin Wu's shaking of his head was all about this, and he couldn't help feeling angry. He said, "So, can you tell me now, what do you want from me?"

Xin Wu raised his eyes, looked at him silently, and said, "What do I want, is it important?"

Tong Shu was stunned, and said: "In the end, you gave me this life and took care of me all the way. I can afford it. You can just take it. In fact, you don't have to ask me if I will give it or not."

After Xin Wu heard this, pain flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "In this case, then what I want is not important to you."

Although the two often disagreed, they never had a real cold war.

For the next half a day, they were actually in the same room and had nothing to do with each other.

In the evening, the streets suddenly became lively.

It was still some hours before the sunset, but all kinds of lanterns were hung in front of every house, and everyone's faces were filled with excitement and joy.

Tong Shu pulled Xiaoer and said, "What's going on?"

Xiao Er blushed and said: "Today is the Girl's Day in the city. Several city lords have married their daughters on this day, and gradually it has become a festival. Tonight young men and women will meet with lanterns, and they will see each other—"

Xiao Er rubbed his hands together and said, "Drill under the willow tree under the moon, even if you make love, your parents won't be able to stop you."

Tong Shu exclaimed: "There is such a custom." He thought quickly, then smiled, "If the parents don't allow their daughter to marry indiscriminately, they just need to lock the daughter at home tonight. I don't think this custom is convenient for young people. How many men and women?"

Xiao Er laughed and said: "Young master can see clearly. Most of the people who can come to meet tonight are agreed by both parties long ago. I will take advantage of this day to have fun and to please."

Tong Shu said, "That's true."

Turning around and returning to the room, facing Xin Wu's indifferent background, he said the first sentence in a long time: "I'm going to celebrate the festival tonight."

Xin Wu finally glanced at him and said coldly, "No."

Tong Shu had expected this result a long time ago, and said again: "Then you go with me."

Xin Wu put down the book and replied, "Okay."

It was settled, but Tong Shu was still frowning and sighed deliberately.

He was so unbearable to be ignored for a long time, Jing Jue couldn't bear it anymore and said, "What's the matter?"

Tong Shu smiled and said, "Today is the holiday, and I lack a new suit."

The brilliance in his smile is hard to refuse. Xin Wu was slightly startled, turned his eyes away, and paused: "Go buy it."

In the clothing store, Tong Shu picked out a blue Taoist gown.

When Xin Wu chose this color, his eyes sank.

Bi color is the most admired clothing color in Furong Mountain.

Before Tong Shu was expelled from the Lu family, he had been wearing this color of clothing. He was the only son of the Lu family. There are clusters of patterns, and the looming hibiscus leaf and branch patterns under the skirt of the robe between the walks are elegant. They were once the noble and passionate sons in the hearts of countless young female cultivators.

After leaving the Lu family, Lu Shu never touched bi-color clothing again, and never even wore a bi-color jade pendant.

Later, most of the people in the world remembered the formidable Lu Guimen in the red robe and strong robe, but hardly anyone mentioned the once blue-clothed and vermilion-lipped Mr. Lu of Furong Mountain.

Xin Wu stood quietly by the window, watching Tong Shu hugging a green robe and forcing a smile on his face, a complicated expression flashed across his face.