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

Yin Lizhou opened his eyes, obviously feeling that he had slept for a long time, but the room was still dark.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up, took a rest on the bed for a while, then lifted the quilt on his body and went to the ground barefoot, walked to the window, and opened it a little.

The cold wind wrapped in snowflakes poured in, making him shiver. Only then did Yin Lizhou realize that it had snowed outside at some point.

The sky was dark gray, so it was impossible to tell what time it was, but the snow should have been falling for a long time, and it fell profusely all over the ground, covering houses and streets.

Because of the snow, there were few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a few passed by, but they wrapped themselves tightly and ran in a hurry, which was in stark contrast to the people coming and going when he first came yesterday.

"It's snowing." Yin Lizhou opened the window a little wider, gathered a handful of snow with his hands, it was very cold, but he was reluctant to let go.

In fact, his favorite thing to say is snow.

The whole world became cold and clean in an instant, and no matter what was dirty, it could be covered overnight, as if the world had always been white and clean.

For some reason, the scene of last night came back to my mind.

Shan Mingxiu looked at him and said, he would rather keep pestering him.

Yin Lizhou wanted to laugh when he heard it, and he really did.

Laughing harder and harder, leaning forward and backward, unable to stop no matter what.

He didn't know if Shan Mingxiu was crazy or he was.

Otherwise, how could I hear such ridiculous words.

If it was a hundred years ago, he would probably be ecstatic to regard this as a love sentence.

But a hundred years later, he only thought it was a joke.

After a long time, Yin Lizhou managed to stop laughing, leaned lazily against the wall, looked up at him, and asked, "Shan Mingxiu, what are you doing?"

Is it based on those ten years of care?Or rely on that sword to pierce the heart?

But he never heard Shan Mingxiu's answer.

The snow in his hands was melted by his body temperature and flowed down his palms. Yin Lizhou clapped his hands and was about to close the window. When he looked up, he found a row of icicles hanging upside down from the eaves, falling straight down, translucent and crystal clear. , so clean.

Yin Lizhou looked at it quietly for a while, then closed the window and returned to the house.

There was a charcoal fire in the room, and there was a carpet under his feet, so Yin Lizhou didn't feel cold, but he guessed that he had slept for a long time, and he couldn't help "cuckoo" because he was hungry.

Yin Lizhou went back to bed and put on his clothes, shoes and socks, and was about to go downstairs to find some food, but found a basin of water hanging from the charcoal stove, in which porridge and rice were warming.

Yin Lizhou was stunned for a moment, knowing that this should be prepared for himself, he was not polite, and ate it all in one go, then got up and walked downstairs contentedly.

He thought that the snow outside should be enough for him to build a snowman.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went down to the first floor, he saw that the entire lobby was brightly lit, the door was tightly closed, and there were many maids and guards standing around.

There were two people sitting on the table in the middle. The one facing him was Shan Mingxiu, and the one with his back was a young man in a red-gold robe.

Standing behind the man was a bodyguard in black, and Yin Lizhou quickly recognized that it was Unchang who had been following Ling Shu before, so the other person was naturally Ling Shu.

The corners of Yin Lizhou's eyes twitched slightly, and the fire rose, why did he come?

Although he was talking with Shan Mingxiu, Yin Lizhou didn't shy away from it, and walked down the stairs directly, sat next to Shan Mingxiu, and said lazily, "Governor Ling is here to kidnap someone again?"

When Ling Shu saw him, he rolled his eyes, "When Shan Mingxiu came, you became so stiff."

As Ling Shu said, his gaze fell on his hand, and he snorted lightly, "What's wrong with the hand? I didn't let someone do it. You wouldn't do it yourself just to frame me, would you?"

Yin Lizhou didn't change his face and said: "Governor Ling is really good at beating me upside down. Isn't that why you beat me up in the dungeon?"

When Ling Shu heard this, his complexion immediately sank, "You nonsense..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Shan Mingxiu, "Governor Ling, please go back."

Ling Shu turned his head to look at him, his expression changed slightly, and he sneered, "Sect Leader Shan, is he not going to help?"

Shan Mingxiu's expression was light, perfunctory, "Shan will consider it."

Ling Shu snorted coldly, put down the teacup heavily in his hand, pointed at Yin Lizhou, and said in a bad tone, "Just because I played tricks on him?"

Shan Mingxiu poured a cup of hot tea unhurriedly, put it in front of Yin Lizhou, and said without raising his head, "Ling Shu, I don't owe you anything. Helping is a kind of affection, and if you don't help, there is nothing to blame."

Laughed angrily, Ling Shu stood up all of a sudden, "Okay, you are blameless, Shan Mingxiu..."

Before he finished speaking, seeing that Shan Mingxiu didn't even look at him, he was so angry that he didn't want to say a word, snorted coldly, got up and slammed the door and left.

Buyu was the first to follow, and the others filed out, and soon there were only the two of them left here.

Yin Lizhou was aroused, and he no longer thought about building a snowman, but turned his head and asked, "What happened?"

As if what happened last night didn't happen, Shan Mingxiu's attitude was as usual, and he replied calmly: "Bian Pavilion lost the seal of the Patriarch."

"Patriarch's seal?"

Shan Mingxiu explained, "Each of the eight sects has its own treasures, which are passed down from generation to generation to protect the safety of each sect, and Bi'an Pavilion's is the seal of the patriarch."

"Is this seal very powerful?"

"Yes." Shan Mingxiu nodded, "This is Bi'an Pavilion's token, and it is also a symbol of the identity of the pavilion owner. It contains one-tenth of the spiritual power of the previous pavilion owners, and it needs to be unsealed when the new pavilion owner succeeds. The new pavilion master is absorbed into the body, so that it can be regarded as the real succession as the new pavilion master."

Yin Lizhou was a little incredulous when he heard it, "Bian Pavilion will definitely take care of such an important thing, how could Ling Shu lose it?"

Shan Mingxiu frowned when he heard the words, "A sudden accident happened to the Ling family before, and Ling Shu was ordered to rebuild the Bi'an Pavilion in the face of danger. At that time, there was chaos and chaos, and he didn't care about it. In the past few years, the Ling family has stabilized, and everything He has returned to the right path, so he intends to be granted the seal and formally accept the position of Pavilion Master. Unexpectedly, the seal of the Patriarch has just been issued, and it will be lost the next day."

The more Yin Lizhou heard it, the more he felt unreal, "The second day? Why does it sound like it's been planned for a long time and came prepared."

"Yes." Shan Mingxiu nodded, "And the date for his conferment ceremony has already been set, and all the factions should have received the invitation. If he can't produce the seal of the master by then, Bi An Pavilion may be in danger again."

Yin Lizhou clicked his tongue softly, "No wonder he is so anxious."

Thinking that Ling Shu just arrived a few days ago, Yin Lizhou continued to ask: "Then why did he come to Huanyue City? But what news did you hear?"

"Not really." Shan Mingxiu shook his head, looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then continued: "The dungeon where you were locked up that day was the mansion under the jurisdiction of Bi'an Pavilion in Huanyue."

"I know." Yin Lizhou didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned this.

Then I heard him continue: "You were in the dungeon that night, did you smell blood?"

Yin Lizhou recalled for a moment, then nodded, "It's quite strong, but it's a dungeon, so blood should not be unusual."

"It's not unusual, but..." Shan Mingxiu tightened his fingers slightly on the table.

"Huanyue City was attacked by the demons a hundred years ago. If it wasn't for... it was almost broken by the demons. Since then, Bi'ange has attached great importance to this place, and all the monks stationed here are golden core and above monks. For a hundred years, here There's been no more commotion, not even much burglary, so the dungeon hasn't really been used much."

Listening to what he said, Yin Lizhou understood something, but felt a chill run down his back.

"The bloody smell in the dungeon?" Yin Lizhou asked.

"It belongs to those monks." Shan Mingxiu said, his voice seemed to have a bit of coolness, "A few days ago, all the monks in the mansion under the jurisdiction of Huanyue City were slaughtered overnight."