Pure Yang Demon Zun is cultivating

This is a small garden with pleasant scenery and mountains and rivers in the Biluo City Bell.

Although this place is not too big, it is exquisite and elegant, and it is a part of the Su family's large garden in Biluo City.It's just that I don't know when this garden became a forbidden area of ​​the Su family. Except for the owner and a few insiders, everyone else was told not to approach it at will.

It is summer, and the clear pool in the courtyard is full of water lilies, and the green leaves and light flowers line the winding corridors beside the pool, which has a special meaning.At the end of the corridor, there is a water pavilion, which is surrounded by the clear pond on three sides, and there is a mountain scenery behind it, which looks like the scenery in the painting scroll from a distance.

In the water pavilion, sat a young man.

He looked to be in his early 20s, his eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes were like stars. Even though most of his face was covered by a golden mask, he could still see his handsome face.It was just because of the injuries he had suffered in the past few days that his exposed skin looked a little pale.

The black robe was casually draped over his shoulders, and the young man was only wearing a white undershirt, but his hair was neatly tied into a high ponytail, which made him look energetic.

At this time, the young man was sitting in the water pavilion surrounded by no one, with a silver-striped civet cat lying on his lap.The cat was born with extraordinary intelligence, its fluffy and snow-white fur shone with a little silver under the light, and its nimble eyes were one gold and one blue, which made people fall in love with it at first sight.

While stroking the silver-striped civet cat lightly, the young man lowered his eyes slightly, staring blankly at the picture scroll on the low table in front of him.

He looked at this painting for a long time, but he couldn't put down his pen after all.In the end, he had no choice but to remain silent, and put the paintbrush with a little wet cinnabar in his right hand aside.

Subtle footsteps came from the corridor outside the water pavilion, and soon stopped outside the water pavilion, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of this side.

The young man raised his eyes and said softly, "Xing Chi, come in."

"Devil Lord." Xingchi, who appeared outside the pavilion, was wearing a dark blue shirt. It was none other than the man in black that Gu Ziyan had seen in Linglong Pavilion before.Holding a stack of arranged book scrolls in his hand, he walked to the low table in the waterside pavilion, knelt down on one knee, and then continued: "This is the exam paper of this year's Cangtian State... But, do you really want to read it yourself? "

Half a month ago, when Demon Lord Zhaoming was intending to kill Xuanjing, he was accidentally wounded by the head of the Tianhua Sword Sect after hearing the news.Among the materials needed for healing elixir, there is only one blood yellow spring that is more than 300 years old.

In order to find this medicine, he came to Biluo City, the place where the Blood Yellow Spring was produced, together with the right envoy of the Jiaozhong.

It's just that although blood yellow springs are common, there are almost no ones that are as long as 300 years old.So it wasn't until two days ago that Xingchi found a 300-year-old blood yellow spring, and refined it into a panacea to gradually restore the heart of the demon king.

It was only after this that he was free to take care of the matter of recruiting disciples this year.But he still didn't understand why the Demon Lord, who hadn't asked about this matter a long time ago, suddenly told him that he wanted to read this year's test paper.

"Recently, I have been too leisurely, it's just a whim." The young man suddenly smiled, and stretched out his hand to tease the civet cat on his lap.That smile was so clear and sunny that no one could imagine that he was the Demon Lord Zhaoming in the world.

This reason did not dispel Xingchi's doubts, but he did not ask any more questions.

Just as he was about to put down the stack of scrolls in his hand, Xing Chi found a picture scroll on the desk in front of him.

It was an unfinished picture scroll. The person on the picture scroll was wearing a black robe with silver patterns, with long hair like snow, and a sword in his hand that was as bright as a red lotus.

However, the person in the painting has no face.

On that blank face, there were no facial features.Only a red mark on the forehead is particularly conspicuous, like a scar on the heart.

Xing Chi naturally knew who the person in this painting was, even if he didn't have a face, he should have recognized it just by looking at the ancient fierce sword in his hand that ranked second on the list of artifacts - Chixiao Honglian.But for some reason, this time, Xingchi felt that the red mark on the forehead of the person in the painting was somewhat familiar...but also a little dazzling.

The young man suddenly reached out, folded the scroll and put it back in his hand: "Look at my memory."

This time, Xing Chi finally placed the scroll in his hand on the low table.After hesitating for a while, Xing Chi still couldn't help asking: "Why did the devil suddenly draw..."

Xingchi didn't say the last name in the end.

"Ah, it's just... I've been dreaming about things from the past recently." The young man closed his eyes silently, and the smile on his lips became a bit bitter, "After all these years, I've forgotten Master's words. It looks like it."

The young man was more free and easy than Xing Chi thought, and he said these words naturally—it was not a taboo, but a short but never-forgotten memory.

Xingchi lowered his head slightly to hide the displeasure in his eyes.

He was brought out by the Demon Lord from the "Ancient Realm" in the deepest part of the Tianbei Forest, and he has never seen the Cangming Sect before.Take a step back and say that even if he understands something later, he doesn't really care.Because in his conception, the Cangming Sect was created by the Demon Lord to bring it from decline to prosperity, so only the Demon Lord has the right to be superior.

Therefore, Xingchi has a strong repulsive mentality towards the master that the demon king occasionally mentions.

Especially after learning from some other people that this master didn't treat the Demon Lord very favorably, even harshly, Xingchi felt that it was not worth it.You must know that the demon king was injured this time because he forcibly broke into the Tianhua Sword Sect and insisted on avenging his master who died that year.

Between the two, what you give and what you get are not equal at all.

This is Xingchi's only thought after learning the whole story.

Oddly enough, Xingchi suddenly spoke out what was in his heart."It's not worth it at all, it's not worth you doing these things," he said.

"Xingchi, you have stayed in the ancient domain for too long, so you don't understand." The young man carefully arranged the scroll in his hand, and put away the idleness he had just said, "There is a saying in the world, one day is a teacher. , a father for life."

"Others think that the master treated me back then was not good, but in my opinion, it is enough. If the master had not accepted me as a disciple back then, I might have lived a mediocre life, or I might have died in some unknown place. When the young man said this, there was a little star-like light in his black pupils, "I look down on Lin Jing, so I won't be like him, who has obtained so much, but never knows how to be satisfied."

At this moment, the young man's expression seemed to have returned to a long time ago, as if he was still the boy who stood in front of the Cangming Sect's main hall back then.

There is no trace of haze in a pair of star-like eyes.

Xing Chi pursed his lips, he didn't really understand what he said, he just felt that the Demon Lord was protecting that master who only lived in memory again.

Just as he was about to continue to say something, Xing Chi found that the silver-striped civet cat in Mojun's arms, which was said to be capable of psychics, had already started licking its paws and staring at him.Sharp nails protruded from the fleshy ball, shining brightly as if they could hit Xingchi's face at any time.

Even this animal, which was always brought by the demon king, seemed to be protecting the Cangyan demon king that Xingchi had never met.

Xing Chi felt depressed for a while, but he couldn't refute it face to face, so he could only silently unfold the book scroll on the low table in front of him.Don't look at the demon king who usually seems to be easy to get along with, once he touches some of his bottom lines, no matter how close the people around him are, they will inevitably be punished.

The young man didn't continue to entangle in this matter, he put the picture scroll in his hand beside him, and looked down at this year's exam paper.

The Cangming Sect is the same as other demon sects. They don't pay much attention to the written test, and often they just read it symbolically.As long as the answer is not too outrageous, it will not affect your entry, but if the writing is particularly brilliant, it will also be favored by the high-level, making it easier to become a disciple.

Flipping through several scrolls, what the young man saw was nothing more than similar answers to previous years, most of which were compliments to the extremely high-ranking members of Cangming Sect.Of course, there are also some people who are not good at writing and are very confident in the martial arts test later, but they handed in a blank paper directly.

"Cang Yan is a man with a cold and arrogant temperament. He founded the Cang Ming Sect 400 years ago, and within a hundred years he became a giant in the magic way. He has not wavered for 300 years..." The young man who was just flipping through the exam papers suddenly said in a low voice. Such a sentence came out.

His expression froze for a moment, and then slowly stretched between his brows.After finishing the examination paper, the young man stretched out his hand to caress the surface of the paper: "Xing Chi, pay attention to it for me tomorrow."

"Yes." Xing Chi couldn't help looking up at the scroll curiously—the name "Gu Ziyan" was written in a clear and meaningful font, which made people look amiable.

Gu Ziyan, who was resting at the inn at this time, probably would not have imagined that a conversation with a certain two people about an unfinished painting in the Su Garden in Biluo City today would cause an unexpected error in his original plan of apprenticeship .