Heaven is fearless

When Ming Xiao woke up again, Tiandao didn't speak for a long time.

Law circled around him a few times, a little guilty: "This...because the witch master is the last incarnation to be made, so I took a little shortcut..."

Tiandao looked forward with both eyes, and didn't return to his senses for a while.

Fa Shi approached him a little uneasily, and then moved away a little embarrassingly: "That... I don't think it can't be used, just avoid it a little bit—"

Tiandao stood up, with an unspeakably heavy tone: "Let's move back the timing of the witch master's appearance first, and let him be sick for a while... There has been no movement in the ghost world recently, right?"

Knowing that he was causing trouble to the Dao of Heaven, Fa Shi hurriedly replied: "No, the incarnation of the ghost king is still in seclusion, Chu Zhang's cultivation base has advanced to two great realms, and he is still practicing crazily recently, and he has no intention of going out at all. "

Tiandao heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and for some reason felt a little guilty, and instead thought of another pair of twins: "In a few days, there will be a feast of laurel, let Tu Ying come and meet Tu Zhao."

Although it is doing the business of breaking up brothers, Tiandao does not take pleasure in torturing people, so it is no problem for the brothers to meet under the premise of not doing bad things.

Thinking of this, Tiandao went back to the Demon Realm and took Tuying out of the room.

When Mingxue picked up the flying magic weapon, Tuying was still in a daze, holding the volume of "Tianmo Jue" in his hand, his expression was stiff, Mingxue turned around to see his expression by chance, and sneered slightly at the corner of his mouth: "Do you think I want to take you?"

He lowered his voice and muttered to himself vaguely: "If I didn't take you, I wouldn't be able to enter Kunlun Mountain..."

Tu Ying suddenly caught a certain word, raised his eyes, hesitated for a while, and broke the tense atmosphere between the two: "Kunlun Mountain?"

Mingxue squinted at him arrogantly: "Why, don't you know that Taisu Sword Sect is in the Kunlun Mountains?"

How could Tu Ying not know where Taisu Sword Sect was, he was just wondering why Mingxue was going to Kunlun Mountain—to Taisu Sword Sect?Sword Master Mingxiao is in the Taisu Sword Sect, is he here to fight?

This idea lingered in his mind for a moment, and was soon taken up by another idea that popped up—Last time Mingxue said that Sword Master Mingxiao accepted his elder brother as his apprentice, if that is the case...

Is that brother also on Kunlun Mountain?

Moreover, there is Sword Master Mingxiao in the Taisu Sword Sect of Kunlun Mountain, if he can...

As soon as this thought came up, she couldn't hold it any longer, and Tu Ying began to fidget, looking forward to meeting her brother, but also afraid of meeting him.

The magic weapon is an exquisite looking boat, with carved beams and painted buildings everywhere, paved with gold and jade, but it is not big in size, and the tea baby moves around, which soon annoys the demon king.

Ming Xue, who was leaning against the window and wiping the long sword in her hand, picked up the jade ornament in her hand and threw it at Tu Ying's feet, and shouted: "Sit down!"

The priceless jade ware was shattered on the floor, Tu Ying suddenly looked back at him, his expression was changing, and finally he settled on a stiff and submissive expression, and slowly sat down.

Mingxue noticed his strange expression, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly slowed down his tone, and said very gently: "Why, are you excited because you can go out of the Demon Realm? Or are you restless because you can go to the Taisu Sword Sect that you have dreamed of?" ?still--"

Mozun's eyes suddenly released a cold and stern chill: "Do you think that if you can see those honest gentlemen, you can let them eliminate demons and defend the way, and save you from the claws of demons by the way?"

Tu Ying was taken into consideration by the words, his face did not change, but the palms of his hands were slowly sweating.

The devil who suddenly thought of this was also sweating in his hands. Fortunately, he thought of it in advance, otherwise he would have to come to a demon-slaying meeting on the spot if the kid shouted out his identity.

The Demon Venerable, whose eyes were stained with scarlet demonic energy, did not even change his posture, and calmly passed the long sword in his hand to his side, right in front of Tuying's neck, the clear and straight sword exuded cold The ice-like condensed breath and the spiritual power of bone-cutting and muscle-cutting made Tu Ying, whose cultivation base was still low, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Mingxue looked at him coldly, the young man straightened his back, bit his lip, and looked at him without avoiding it, letting the sword touch his vitals.

"You see, it's so easy for me to kill you, and I don't even need to think about it." Mozun said softly, his tone was almost compassionate and gentle, but Tuying could feel the arrogance and coldness from it.

"Thousands of years ago, I was able to come and go freely in the cultivation world. How many of the useless Taoist priests on Kunlun Mountain can block my attack?" Mingxue continued to ask slowly, "The really powerful ones, There are only three people in the whole world who can save you, one will turn into dried fish out of water, one will be wiped out in the sun, and one—"

Ming Xue moved closer to Tu Ying, looked into his eyes, and said maliciously: "Do you think he will attack me for you?"

Tuying's lips moved, Mingxue turned his face to the side, and asked him with a more serious tone:

"Ok?"

"The Immortal will not let you get away with it." Tuying seemed to be the kind of old pedant who firmly believes in justice, and repeated weakly, "The Immortal has protected the Tao for thousands of years, and he will not do that. "

Mingxue looked at him in surprise, and sneered: "You trust him."

The speed of the magic weapon was slowly slowing down. Mingxue glanced out of the window, seeing the sea of ​​clouds surging in his eyes, and the sky was full of rays of light, which was a splendid scene that would never have been seen in the Demon Realm.

He looked at it for a while, turned his head lazily, and lightly patted Tuying's shoulder with the blade of Xiaoxuetianjian: "Listen, if you are troublesome, other people don't care about you, go and get rid of your good one first." Brother killed."

Tuying's body tensed up suddenly.

Mingxue continued: "If you keep quiet, it doesn't matter what you do to the deity, and don't talk too much about what the deity does. As long as there is a fourth person on Kunlun Mountain who calls out the deity's name, your good brother will wait for the deity." Get out of your wits."

Tu Ying didn't have time to think about it, so she could only nod instinctively.

Mingxue thought about it again, took out a white jade waist pendant from nowhere, and threw it on the table: "There is a sect in the cultivation world called Tayunzong, which is best at running away from life. You are Tayun now. Elder Zong’s disciple—”

He raised his chin to show the waist pendant, asked Tuying to put it on, and raised his hand to wipe his face. The noble and ruthless Demon Lord turned into a handsome young man in place, with handsome eyebrows and beautiful eyes. With a bit of wild and unrefined charm, a pair of eyes are like bright pearls, and there seem to be small hooks in them, which is the appearance of female nuns who will blush and heartbeat when they see it.

Mingxue changed her appearance, raised her hand and changed Tuying's ordinary appearance, and then said slowly, "What should you call me?"

Tu Ying pursed her lips tightly, and after a long time, she finally opened her mouth with difficulty: "Master, Master..."

Mingxue nodded in satisfaction, and steered the boat down to the top of the clouds, heading for the Taisu Sword Sect Mountain Gate below.

When the two of them entered the mountain gate of Taisu Jianzong with the waist of Tayunzong, Mingxue seemed to disappear as soon as he turned around, and Tuying's tension as if he was facing a big enemy eased, and then he belatedly remembered I understood the strange words that Mingxue said before.

——If you keep quiet, you don’t care what you do to the deity, and don’t talk too much about what the deity does. As long as there is a fourth person on Kunlun Mountain who calls out the deity’s name, your good brother will wait for the deity to die.

No matter what, they are the only two who know that the Demon Lord will appear here. If they want to threaten, they are afraid that the third person will know. Why is there another person here?

Looking at the direction where Mingxue disappeared, Tu Ying secretly thought, he had said so many threatening words before, but it seemed that this was the only sentence he wanted to say the most.

He was going to meet someone, so he didn't allow Tuying to spoil his affairs.

In this Kunlun Mountain Taisu Sword Sect, who is that arrogant and rebellious Demon Lord, who has tried his best to hide his face and figure, and turned into an ordinary little person, who wants to meet?

******

After placing Mingxue in his Taixu Palace, Ming Xiao turned his head and sent a paper crane to Tu Zhaofei, who was diligent in practicing swords, and asked him to accompany his disciples to receive all the guests who came to the Guilin Banquet. Pai Qingxiu.

Originally, there was no need for Tu Zhao, the suzerain, to do this, but if he didn't go, since the Taisu Sword Sect is so big, when will he meet Tu Ying?

The good master, who was heartbroken for his two disciples, watched the plain white paper crane fly steadily in the direction of Tu Zhao, and couldn't help applauding his kindness.

Tu Zhao didn't know what his master was planning, he just accepted the order very honestly, without even thinking about asking, put away his sword and went down the main peak together with other senior brothers.

The peak of Taisu Jianzong Mountain is steep, and the peaks rise from the ground one after another. Even with the foot strength of a cultivator, it takes several days and nights to climb the peaks. On weekdays, there are laws prohibiting the sky in the sect, and there is no suzerain According to the warrant, no matter living or dead, except for the cranes raised in the gate, they can't fly at all. It was only these few days that the restriction was released for the sake of the Wanzong Conference and the Banquet of Laurels.

Tu Zhao flew down to the main peak on a spirit crane, there were already many disciples from various sects at the mountain gate, scattered here and there, as if they were waiting for a guide.

With Tu Zhao's status as the suzerain's personal successor, he should have been the first to go down and say some polite words as the leader, but he suddenly stopped in midair—a very strange feeling hit him.

Tu Zhao glanced around flustered and confused, he wanted to find something, but he didn't know what he was looking for, but there was a voice urging him, telling him to search carefully... …

His pause aroused the doubts of the other disciples, but it was difficult to ask at a distance, so the senior brother who was in charge of the matter took the rest of the disciples to fly down first, leaving behind Tu Zhao to ride on the spirit crane anxiously. Blindly inspecting the crowd below over and over again.

What is he looking for, what exactly is it...

A lone figure suddenly caught his sight.

The man stood alone under a big tree, separated from the other people around by a clear distance, as if he was being rejected, he was also looking up at this side, Tu Zhao was sure that he had never seen that person before. People, the appearance of the other party is ordinary, at best, the facial features are correct, but the emotion in his eyes——

Tu Zhao's heart was suddenly sour and hard to speak.

It shouldn't be like this, he, he shouldn't stand there alone, he should be like the stars holding the moon at any time, surrounded by lively laughter and courteous words, and he shouldn't show that expression, just There seemed to be a suffocating weight on his shoulders, making it so difficult for him to even smile.

Tu Ying slightly raised his head to look at the high-spirited young man on the spirit crane, unexpectedly, there was no jealousy in his heart.

Just joy.

So deep, so tender joy.

His elder brother is now the disciple of Sword Master Mingxiao, with a bright future and a bright future, he will never be bullied again, and he will not end up with scars all over but can only endure alone, Sword Master Mingxiao will treat him very well Well, will teach him a lot.

The young man standing on the spirit crane had exactly the same face as him. Looking at Tu Zhao's appearance, Tu Ying could also imagine what he would look like if he wore that suit.

Tuying said to herself in her heart, I am very happy, as if seeing my dream come true.

Tu Ying unconsciously smiled at Tu Zhao. This expression was extremely familiar. As if the young man in mid-air had been struck by lightning, his expression changed drastically, and he opened his mouth to call out that name.

"Ah-"

Tu Ying put her finger on her lips, looked at Tu Zhao, and shook her head slightly.

For a pair of twins, the current situation has undergone a dramatic reversal.

The one who suffered all kinds of neglect and bullying in the first half of his life, now stands high and respected; the one who was honored by gold and jade in the first half of his life, now stands in a deserted corner hiding his head and showing his tail.

Tu Zhao's pupils constricted, and he could hardly believe his guess, but his instinct had already called out that name in his mind.

Aying, it's Aying!

Even if his looks are vastly different, it is absolutely impossible for him to recognize his twin brother by mistake!

Tuying looked at him, took a few steps back, and his figure disappeared into the mountain path beside him. Tu Zhao was still standing firmly on the back of the spirit crane, until the gentle bird couldn't help but hum, and began to remind himself Tu Zhaocai came back to his senses for the human beings on his back, suppressed the overwhelming emotions in his heart, jumped off the Linghe's back, and walked quickly to the brothers who were handing over to him in front of him.

"Is everyone here?" Tu Zhao asked, still a little absent-minded, he almost exhausted all his self-control so he didn't look in that direction.

The senior brother holding the list replied respectfully: "It's already arrived. It's just that the Shoushan disciple said that a disciple from the Cloud Stepping Sect arrived just now, but there was no one there..."

Tu Zhao's tone was urgent: "Leave that person to me. First, take these disciples up the mountain to resettle. They have come here from afar, so they should treat them wholeheartedly."

The senior brother nodded, and led the visitors to ride the spirit crane and fly away. Tu Zhao watched them leave, and then hurriedly followed the direction that Tu Ying had left before.

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