How to become a qualified villain Demon Lord

After sending away the bewildered junior sister, Shen Cijing saw someone poking around outside Jianping.

"Come when you want to come, and leave when you want to go." Shen Cijing frowned when he saw it, and reprimanded softly, "What does this look like? How decent is it!"

"..."

"Come here, let me check how you have been practicing these days."

"...Yes, Master."

Song Zhi'an outside Jianping came with a drooping face and looked sleepy.He stood on Jianping, drew out his sword, and at the moment when the sword was unsheathed, his expression suddenly turned cold, as if it had been stained with the same frosty color as Shen Ci's mirror surface, and then, the energy surged, and a The invisible sword is coming, piercing the face!

Although Song Zhi'an looks like a young man, he has practiced for a long time, and his cultivation level is the best among the younger generation.And in terms of swordsmanship, he has not fallen behind, and he has reached great success. When confronting the invisible sword intent, his sword moves are agile, Han Yi is flying, and he has a leisurely and elegant attitude.

However, like this, he was still easily defeated by Shen Cijing. After ten moves, Shen Cijing's sword intent pierced the corner of his clothes and forced him to the outside of Jianping.

"Sure enough, Master is the best." Song Zhian flattered wildly, "Master is such a perfect immortal figure from cultivation base to demeanor, there must be many fairies fighting to become your Taoist companion!"

Shen Cijing ignored him, and said: "You haven't improved your swordsmanship for a long time, and I'm afraid you have reached a bottleneck."

Song Zhian had a hippie smile: "Yes, yes, the master said that I only look good with the sword, but think about it, master, if the sword doesn't look good, wouldn't the hundred years of hard work my disciple put in be wasted?"

Whether it is learning swordsmanship or cultivating, or anything in the world, it is extremely difficult to achieve the step of being outstanding and overwhelming everyone.

Song Zhi'an was able to reach such a level within a mere hundred years, naturally he had put in a lot of hard work, so it's understandable to want to have some fun for himself.

However, in the same way, Shen Cijing, who was able to advance from Nascent Soul to Composite Body Stage in just a hundred years, is even more terrifying.

Practitioners have three stages and nine realms.Every step is difficult.

Song Zhian is the leader of the younger generation, but it took a lot of effort for him to rise from Jindan to Yuanying. However, he has heard of the feats of his master: ten days to build the foundation, three years to build the Jindan, ten years Nascent Soul, a hundred-year union.

--Are you a human?

In fact, it is still like the folklore, it is the reincarnation of a fairy, and the gods come down to earth, right? !

Every time Song Zhian saw his master, he couldn't help but think this way.

And what makes him even more sour is that his master's cultivation speed is not as fast as ordinary people, even his face is better than him!

Although their good looks are not of the same type, for example, the master is as perfect and impersonal as the fairy son, and the beauty is beautiful, but he is not like the people in the world, so he will inevitably lose his warmth. As for him, the same door evaluates him It is "although there is a bit of a natural ruffian, but his eyes are as clear as God, and his spirit is high", he is a rare character in the world.But even so, when he stood beside Master, he still felt inferior.

On the contrary, the young master Yun Buque who often came to see the master, although his appearance can only be described as delicate and lovely, his posture and majesty are unforgettable, even if he is in the same room with the master, he will not be overshadowed.

"It's a pity that Senior Yun is a man..." After thinking about it, Song Zhian couldn't help but say, "If Senior Yun is a woman, I'm afraid she is more suitable than anyone else to be Master's companion!"

Shen Cijing closed his eyes, his face was expressionless, but the next moment, a sword energy swept across Song Zhian's head, barely turning the boy into a bald head.

Song Zhian:!

Shen Cijing said lightly: "Since it is difficult to make progress in the practice on the mountain, then prepare to go down the mountain to practice, so as to prevent you from thinking too much and distracting thoughts."

Song Zhian: "..."

Even thinking too much about cursing can speak so freshly and refinedly, it really is a fairy!

Song Zhian smiled, didn't dare to say any more, and stepped back protecting his hair. However, during this movement, a booklet slipped from his sleeve and fell to the ground. The cover read "The Story of Bandit Stone" The three big characters are exactly the unknown notebook that was stuffed in by Qiongyi's junior uncle when Song Zhian went up the mountain.

Song Zhi'an hadn't read it yet, so he didn't know what it was, but since it was written by his junior master, it didn't look like something serious, so he was taken aback, and quickly reached out to fish it.

But it was Shen Cijing who moved faster than him.

I don't know what formula Shen Cijing pinched, a strong wind blew, and the booklet on the ground flew up, lightly brushed Song Zhian's fingertips, and landed in Shen Cijing's hand.

Shen Cijing roughly flipped through it, and smiled suddenly, it was like the wind blowing a jade tree, and the new moon was dizzy, even Song Zhian was stunned.

But as soon as Shen Cijing spoke, Song Zhian's cold sweat broke out.

"Are you reading these books on weekdays?"

Song Zhian: "..."

Song Zhian was heartbroken: "Master! I was wronged! It was when I went up the mountain that I—"

"No need to say more." Shen Cijing smiled and said coldly, "You don't have to wait for tomorrow, just go down the mountain today."

Song Zhian sobbed: "Master, it's so late today, and I have confiscated everything..."

"After dark, I don't want to see you again. Otherwise, you will stay in Jianping and retreat for a hundred years."

Song Zhian looked at the last ray of sunset glow in the sky and gasped.

"I'm leaving now!"

Song Zhi'an didn't even have time to pack his luggage in the thatched hut on the mountainside, and went down the mountain like burning his butt, fearing that if he was too late, he would be pressed down in Jianping by his master and closed up for a hundred years.

Hundred years!Even if it is a monk, how many centuries does it take?

Go, go quickly, go non-stop!

Song Zhian quickly disappeared.

Only then did Shen Cijing set his sights on this "The Story of the Bandit Stone" again, and reopened it.

This "The Story of the Bandit Stone" is different from the usual setting of a male protagonist and a female protagonist. Instead, it tells about two male protagonists, their intertwined lives, and a sad story full of love and regret.

Of the two male protagonists, one is named Xie Bandit, and he is really a character with banditry and chivalry.He is unruly by nature and despises the world, but he also hates evil and has righteousness in his heart.Such a character has become the most passionate and free-spirited appearance in the world, and is admired by countless people, but what no one knows is that he alone can't afford or let go of a certain person.

Another male lead named Shen Shi.Although Shen Shi died at a young age, he was recruited by the big sect because of his outstanding talent, and then he was promoted to Yuanying in just ten years, becoming famous in one fell swoop and spreading his reputation far and wide.But this kind of him has the appearance of a fairy son, and also has the ruthlessness and sexlessness of a god, but only in front of a certain person, he does not hesitate to smile and is full of sincerity.

They met each other when they were teenagers, and they knew each other when they were young. Although they each embarked on their own paths, they met again under the fate of going around and going around, and tided over the difficulties together.

They went through various incidents, survived many crises, and finally revealed their hearts in the eighth chapter, and then entered a short-term rivalry in the ninth chapter.Although this book omits the last round and does not include it, but according to the character of the people at that time who loves flowers and full moons, the end of this story is probably reconciled and everyone is happy.

——Back to goodness, everyone is happy.

After this word flashed in his mind, Shen Cijing looked at a paragraph in this page, and couldn't help feeling a little crazy.

"...Bie Xie knows that he will always leave, either today or tomorrow. And if he leaves, what will happen to that person? How much heartache will he have?"

"...Perhaps this is the trick of fate, which always tells two people who love each other that they cannot stay together."

"...Since the result is destined to be separated, why start again?"

Shen Cijing gently raised his hand, and pressed it on his chest. Here, lay a terrifying scar, which seemed to never heal.

"... Xie Bandit loves him more than his life, there is no doubt about it."

—He loves me more than he loves himself, there is no doubt about it.So I will love him and return him with his love for me.

At this moment, Shen Cijing's heart suddenly leaked, it was cold and empty.

It was like the moment when the man pitifully told him that it was time to wake up from the dream many years ago.

He didn't look any further.

After all, the dream has woken up, and the game is over.

Even if he used to say such ridiculous things so self-righteously, they have all been lost in time at this time.

The corners of Shen Cijing's lips curled up, as if mocking himself or the person who wrote the book, and then his fingertips surged with spiritual power, twisting the book into powder and letting it fall into the wind.

At this moment, Shen Cijing had completely forgotten the Taoist couple they kept talking about, turned around and went down the mountain, and came to the ice pool in the secret room at the foot of the back mountain, and sat down on the jade platform beside the ice pool.

Everyone in Xijianfeng knew that this secret room was where Shen Cijing practiced on weekdays.But no matter whether it is Gong Wuyi or Song Zhian, they will not bother him if they have nothing to do. After all, no one except Shen Cijing can bear the icy breath here.

So only here, Shen Cijing would let himself do things that he didn't want anyone to know.

He probed from his arms, took out a piece of mahogany and a carving knife, and began to carve slowly.His heart is very careful, and his hands are also very skillful, so after a while, he carved a flying eagle with spread wings, which came alive.

Shen Cijing looked at it carefully, and felt that although the wooden eagle was full of details, it had no appearance and no spirit, so he stuffed it under the jade platform, took out a second piece of mahogany and started carving, and then a third piece of mahogany. block, the fourth block.

I don't know when, Shen Cijing began to lose his mind, so the appearance emerging from the mahogany in his hand also began to change quietly, from a flying eagle to a person - obviously high-spirited, but gentle and indulgent.

This person has the face of a born romantic son, unrestrained and unrestrained, with a graceful demeanor.He has sword eyebrows, heroic spirit, the brightest eyes in the world, and the most steadfast belief.He ignites violent flames all the time, ignites the fire with his heart, sacrifices to the fire with his body, and either burns himself or burns others.

But such a person will also show a gentle look that has never been shown in front of others.That man is clearly eloquent and wants to play with people's hearts, but he refuses to say a single serious word in front of him, lest a certain word or sentence will hurt his heart; that man is clearly unrestrained and can easily please anyone Huanxin, but clumsy and cautious when facing him, even touching his hand is so cautious.

Shen Cijing's eyes gradually froze on the wooden statue in his hand, but his face became colder.

Yes, such a person showed that he liked him everywhere, so he always thought that this person loved him.

Because, if this is not love, then what is love in the world?

So this is love.

So there is no one in the world who loves him more than this man, and he will love him more than anyone else in the world.

So it would be a perfect story, a happy ending.

——Shen Cijing originally believed so firmly.

But now...he could no longer believe in any love.

Shen Cijing casually threw the wooden statue in his hand into the ice pool, his eyelashes like crow feathers slowly closed, and he closed his eyes to practice.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Cijing heard Gong Wuyi's summons.

"Come out." Gong Wuyi's voice seemed calm and sighed, "Now that things are messy, it's inconvenient for you to stay in Guiyuanzong."

"Let's go to the colorless/realm."