Demon Lord, he wants to be expelled from his teacher every day

Yin Lizhou opened his eyes suddenly.

The blood fog in front of him has not dissipated, and the last scene before his death reappeared over and over again.

The man in white with black hair looked condensed, his frosty fingers tightly grasped the blue hilt of the sword, and the blade was sinking into his body.

"Shan Mingxiu."

Yin Lizhou smiled and opened his mouth, with blood winding down the corners of his lips.

In so many years, it was the first time that he called so unfamiliar.

"You know..."

Before he finished speaking, Shan Mingxiu's expression changed, he let go of his hand suddenly, and then slapped him on the chest.

The bone-piercing pain instantly spread to all limbs and bones, and his body retreated uncontrollably. He had already been pushed to the cliff, and there was no way to retreat.

Now he stepped on the ground, and fell heavily with the falling rocks from Mingshan, which was thousands of feet high.

The last scene I saw was the back of Shan Mingxiu resolutely turning around and leaving.

The sword body buried in his body collided with the ground, making a piercing and sharp sound, his body was torn apart, and the ground was stained bright red.

"Knowingly... I... am most afraid..."

Yin Lizhou was lying on his back on the ground, his eyes were dim and dead silent, knowing that no one was listening, but still looking at the top of the mountain from a distance, with difficulty pulling the corners of his mouth.

The intermittent words were not finished, and soon fell into darkness.

The memories dissipated, and the pain came from his chest, making him frown.

Yin Lizhou subconsciously raised his hand to touch his chest, a strong heartbeat came through his palm, soft and warm, without the barrier of cold iron.

He lowered his head in surprise, only to see that he was wearing a snow-white inner garment, his body was intact, and there was no trace of dark red blood and Qingming sword.

what 's wrong?

Isn't he dead?

On Mingshan Mountain, Shan Mingxiu pierced his heart with a sword.

The demons have no reincarnation, and once they die, their souls will fly away and disappear forever in the world. What's the matter with this heartbeat?

Yin Lizhou sat up, pulled off his underwear and checked again and again. Not to mention the sword wound on his chest, there was not even a green mark.

The doubts in my heart continued to expand.

Yin Lizhou tried to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, but it seemed to be suppressed by something, the Lingtai was completely silent, and he could only feel a few traces of extremely weak spiritual power, which was barely enough to save his life.

The situation in front of him rarely made him feel a little out of control.

A slight sound came from his ear, and Yin Lizhou's gaze fell on his own hand.

This is a pair of young man's hands, slender and fair, with well-defined knuckles, a red rope is tied around the wrist, and a small red-golden bell hangs at the end, which will make a slight sound when moved.

It's not his hand.

His hands have been through many vicissitudes, many years of martial arts practice, and a layer of calluses has been worn on the palm, not to mention, how could he wear such a motherly thing.

Yin Lizhou reached out to tear the bell off, but it seemed to be growing on his wrist, and he couldn't pull it off no matter what.

Yin Lizhou simply let it go and looked up at the surrounding environment.

There is a somewhat familiar room in front of the eyes.

In the huge room, there are only a bed, a table, a chair, a mirror and a pear wood shelf.

Nabo ancient shelves are made of expensive materials and well-made, so you can tell that they are worth a lot at a glance.But what is placed on it is not any precious jade, but delicate noodle figures, which seem out of place with the surroundings.

There was a painting on the wall facing the chair, but it was empty, with nothing on it.

Seeing the mirror in the corner, Yin Lizhou got off the bed with bare feet, walked to the mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror.

The person inside was indeed not him, but a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, not tall, but tall and slender.A pair of phoenix eyes are extremely beautiful, red lips and white teeth, slightly round cheeks, still with a little baby fat that hasn't faded.

Not to mention, it's pretty cute.

Thinking about it, Yin Lizhou raised his hand and pinched his face.

After all, he was also a person who had ruled the Demon Realm for more than a hundred years. Yin Lizhou quickly calmed down and began to think about the situation in front of him.

After much deliberation, there was only one possibility left.

The demons have not passed away, but there is another situation where they can return to the world, and that is to seize or sacrifice.

Naturally, he wouldn't do such a shameless thing as seizing the house, so the only thing left was offering the house.

Yin Lizhou looked at the boy in the mirror again.

The general raised him to be tender and white, and he was used to being pampered at first glance, and he didn't know if there was any hatred to call him out.

Generally, people who donate their homes often leave some marks on their bodies as clues. Yin Lizhou lifted up his clothes and looked inside and out three times, but he didn't find it.

Just as he bent down to take off his pants to take a look, the door was suddenly opened, and a sharp voice came, "What are you doing!"

Hearing the sound, Yin Wuzhou straightened up, looked up, and saw a young man walking in with a bowl of medicine.

The boy didn't look very old, about thirteen or fourteen years old.Wearing Queyin Shancha's white student uniform, his black hair was neatly bundled up, revealing a smooth forehead and a fleshy round face, which is somewhat cute.It's just that when he saw his brows, he frowned, looking fierce.

The young man's eyes fell on Yin Lizhou's bare feet, and his voice became sharper in an instant, "Fool, who made you get out of bed with bare feet!"

The corners of Yin Lizhou's eyes twitched slightly, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was saying that the owner of this body was a fool?Or just a simple insult.

He didn't receive any memory from the original owner, so he couldn't figure out the current situation, so he just followed his words and sat back on the bed, preparing to inquire about some situations.

As soon as he sat down, the boy came over, handed over the bowl, and said impatiently: "Since you're awake, I won't feed you anymore, drink quickly!"

Yin Wuzhou looked at the dark medicine with an unknown smell in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He doesn't drink.

So he pretended to reach out to take it, but when the young man let go, he withdrew his hand.The fruit blue porcelain bowl shattered, and the dark brown concoction spilled all over the floor. The strong smell of medicine wafted out of the nostrils, and soon filled the whole room.

The young man looked down at his originally clean clothes that instantly turned into a landscape with splashed ink, and pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword beside him uncontrollably.

"you you you!"

The boy looked like he was about to faint from anger, and pointed at him, unable to even finish his sentence.

Yin Wuzhou made an apologetic expression on his face, but his tone was a little careless, and he said unhurriedly: "My hand slipped."

"Fart, you did it on purpose." The boy cursed angrily, curling up and lowering the fist that was on his side, and finally retracted it.

He just gouged him out with hatred, then put a handkerchief on his hand, squatted down and picked up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.

While picking it up, he comforted himself, "Why am I competing with a fool."

Now Yin Wuzhou has completely understood the meaning of a fool.

After thinking about it, he purposely retorted inarticulately: "I, I'm not, idiot."

The boy wrapped up the fragments, stood up, looked at him with disgust, "Shut up, sit down for me obediently, I'll make another bowl of medicine, this time I'll pour it for you personally, if you dare to mess around , I'll break your leg, don't think that I dare not touch you because you are the master's apprentice."

Hearing this, Yin Wuzhou straightened up slightly.

Unexpectedly, the owner of this body is actually the apprentice of the head of the sect.

Looking at the clothes on this young man, there should be no doubt that this place is Queyin Mountain.

The head of Queyin Mountain is the old man Fuli, and I am his apprentice, so that is not that person's junior.

Thinking of this, Yin Wuzhou's eyes immediately turned cold.

He straightened his expression and put on an expression of resistance, "If you don't drink, why do you need to drink medicine?"

The young man wrapped up the broken porcelain pieces, straightened up, and said through gritted teeth: "Why? Because you are not only a fool, but also a waste who can't even form a golden core, and can be pushed into the water at will. You still don't drink medicine? Almost died, you know?"

The amount of information in this sentence is too large, and Yin Wuzhou still doesn't believe it after digesting it for a long time.

There was only one apprentice under Fu Li's seat, that person had [-] golden elixir knots, [-] war demon domains, and he was in the late Yuanying stage when he was less than [-] years old, and he was truly talented.

And the owner of this body is not only stupid, but his spiritual power is as weak as nothing, why did Fu Li accept him as a disciple?

Do you keep playing?

Yin Wuzhou put on an aggrieved expression, "I'm not stupid, otherwise why would the head accept me?"

The boy put away the pieces, straightened up, and looked at him with a complicated expression, "Do you think I don't want to know?"

Yin Wuzhou: "..."

After talking for a long time, Yin Wuzhou finally got some general information.

He did die, and it is now a hundred years later.

The owner of this body was picked up from somewhere by the head of Queyin Mountain when he participated in the Immortal Sword Conference one year.

He was only 13 years old when he brought him back to Queyin Mountain.

Not only does he not have any talent in cultivation, but he also looks stupid and careless.

But for some reason, the head of the sect took him as a treasure, not only took him with him everywhere, but also took him in as an apprentice and put him by his side to educate him personally.

As soon as this order came out, the entire cultivation world was in an uproar.

The world of comprehension is divided into the upper immortal gate and the lower immortal gate.

There are only three Shangxian sects, all of which are headed by Queyin Mountain, and their status is evident.

And the head disciple is almost the default next head.

Such an important position is occupied by a fool, it is a joke in the whole world.

It is conceivable how many people can't understand him.

So it's not surprising that something unexpected happened.

However, it is said that his master saw it well, so the owner of this body has grown up safely until now.

The only accident was a few days ago when the head of the body entered the time, the owner of this body probably got bored and sneaked out. When he was found again, he was in the pond in the back mountain, and he was dying when he was rescued.

No one would admit to pushing him, and everyone confessed that he accidentally fell down.

The head of Queyinshan, who always upholds justice and rewards and punishments clearly, lost his sense of proportion that day.All the disciples who went to the back mountain were locked with mantras, and in the end they forcefully questioned the three people who pushed him into the water.

Yin Wuzhou listened with gusto.

Unexpectedly, that old-fashioned Fu Li who followed the rules all his life would suddenly come out like this when he was old.

Yin Wuzhou thought of the self he saw in the mirror just now.

Although it was silly and useless in their mouths, there was one thing that was undeniable, the owner of this body was indeed extremely beautiful.

Although he is still young now, it is not difficult to see what he will look like when he grows up in the future.

Thinking of this, Yin Wuzhou felt that it was very difficult for him not to be dirty.

Otherwise, even he himself would not be able to find a second reason for Fu Li to accept him as his apprentice.

After listening to the commotion for a long time, Yin Wuzhou realized that since Fu Li loved him so much, why did he not see him after waking up for a long time.

So he asked, "Where did Master go?"

The young man was disturbed by him, and then he remembered that he had to boil another bowl of medicine, and was about to go out, so he heard him ask.

Hearing the words, the young man turned around and looked at him with some inexplicable emotions, bright boredom and envious jealousy.

"Your body is too weak, and the sun set in winter hurts your roots. The head master heard that there is fire jade in Yaowanggu to nourish your health, so he went to beg for you... Tsk, I really don't know what you are capable of?"

After finishing speaking, he pointed out the door, only then did Yin Wuzhou realize that there was a thin barrier there.

"It was set up before the head left. No one but me can come in, so you stay in peace for me, and if you run out indiscriminately, you may not have the good luck of last time."

"I don't run around." Yin Wuzhou said perfunctorily.

As he spoke, he looked towards the barrier outside.

The enchantment is easy to set up, but it is extremely difficult and consumes spiritual power to control people in and out.

Thinking of this, Yin Wuzhou felt a little more emotion in his heart.Even if it was him, he felt that this preference was too much.

The young man looked at him with a dazed expression again, snorted coldly, and said in a bad tone: "You'd better do what you say, let the head save yourself, he is now..."

The boy didn't know what he thought of, he sighed, and he didn't say the rest of the words after all.

Yin Wuzhou was too lazy to probe into his hesitation, nodded, and said perfunctorily: "Don't worry, Master is getting old, I'm not angry with him."

"Huh?" The boy stopped abruptly because of these words, turned to look at him, and his voice changed a little with anger.

"You are so old! The head is only 120 years old this year, and you are the youngest head in the history of Queyin Mountain. You must be stupid!"

Yin Wuzhou was even more surprised when he heard this.

120 five years old? !

Fuli was already over 100 years old 400 years ago, how could it be possible to look younger after 100 years?

Then there is only one possibility left.

However, the head of Yinshan has changed.

And Fu Li has only one apprentice under his seat.

The current boss is...

Yin Wuzhou raised his head, his voice was unconsciously hoarse, "Who is the current master?"

The boy rolled his eyes at him, "You are indeed a fool, you can't even remember the name of your master."

"Say it!" Yin Wuzhou's voice sank.

The young man was taken aback, and just wanted to curse, but for some reason, seeing Yin Wuzhou's suddenly serious expression, he suddenly felt a burst of pressure, and inexplicably felt that he was a little shorter.

"Just say it." The young man curled his lips and said: "Then listen carefully, just say it once, and don't ask me if you forget."

He paused, unconscious respect in his voice.

"The current head of Queyin Mountain, Qingwan Immortal Venerable, Shan Mingxiu."