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

"Kid, what are you drawing?"

"Boat."

"Boat? You have never seen a boat before, can you draw it?"

"You taught me yesterday."

The child said, raising his head and carrying what he had learned yesterday solemnly, "Boats, boats. The ancients gathered together to make boats and boats, and the woods were used as boats. There is no way to save money. Pictograms. Self-closing The west is called a boat, and the east is called a boat from the pass.”

After the child finished reciting it, he lowered his head, added a few strokes, and then excitedly held the completed "work" in front of Chen Sandao.

Chen Sandao lowered his head, looking at the children's paintings on the leaves with branches.

There are only a few strokes, but it can be seen that it is a boat.

"This is the body of the boat, this is the head, this is the cabin, and this is the tail, pretty brother, do I look like this?"

The corners of Chen Sandao's lips curled up slightly, and he replied: "Like."

"Brother." Yin Lizhou crawled up to him like a puppy and leaned into his arms, "I will practice hard and draw better. I will draw it on a fan and give it to my brother in the future."

"Why did you draw it on the fan?"

"My brother is afraid of the heat, so he will always carry a fan. I drew a boat on the fan, and you will think of me when you open the fan."

Chen Sandao smiled, with helplessness in his eyes, "Why should I always think of you, you annoying little devil?"

"I……"

Yin Lizhou was blocked by him and couldn't speak.

"Okay, okay." Chen Sandao stopped teasing him, "Rewrite the words I taught you yesterday."

"En." Yin Lizhou nodded, picked up the branch, lowered his head and wrote strokes on the ground: "Yin, Li, Zhou, He, brother."

"Snapped."

Yin Lizhou suddenly woke up from his dream. He lowered his head, only to realize that the folding fan in his hand had fallen to the ground at some point.

He reached out to pick up the folding fan made of green bamboo, and slowly unfolded it. On the snow-white fan, a boat was simply outlined with a brush.

It is exactly the same as what he painted on the leaves back then.

It's a pity that too much time has passed, and he has forgotten.

He forgot to promise that Master would give him a folding fan with a painting of a boat, and he also forgot that the ugly boat on this folding fan was originally drawn by him.

Yin Lizhou slowly closed the folding fan, then stood up and looked at the newly added ice coffin next to Yu Shu.

Inside lay his master.

This ice coffin is made of thousands of years of cold snow, which can keep the body from decaying. Therefore, although many days have passed, Chen Sandao's appearance is still the same as before, without any change.

Yin Lizhou leaned over and put the folding fan back into Chen Sandao's hand.

He suddenly wanted to lean in Chen Sandao's arms like he did when he was a child.

Let him teach himself to read and write, and guide him to practice martial arts.

Thinking about it now, Ming Yuan is actually pretty good, why did he want to go out so much at the beginning.

"Master." Yin Lizhou whispered to the person in the ice coffin.

But the man would never answer him again.

"I will avenge you."

After Yin Lizhou finished speaking, he rubbed his fingers on the coffin a few times reluctantly, then turned and left.

After leaving Nether Abyss, the little bone demon was already waiting there.

As soon as he saw him, he immediately stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, the stone beast guarding the Demon Realm came to report it just now."

"what?"

"The head of Queyin Mountain is here, and he wants to see you."

Yin Lizhou gave a faint "hmm", but his dark red eyes did not stir up any waves because of this sentence.

"not see."

After Yin Lizhou finished speaking, he walked towards the dungeon.

"Ah? Oh, yes." After hearing this, the little bone demon scratched his smooth head, turned around and ran towards the gate of the Demon Realm.

Yin Lizhou opened the gate of the dungeon, walked down the steps step by step, and walked straight to the end of the dungeon.

The dungeon is very quiet, and the only punishment in Demon Realm is death.

So there was no dungeon in Demon Realm, this place was specially built by Yin Lizhou for Fu Li, and it was exactly the same as the dungeon where Chen Sandao was imprisoned in Queyin Mountain.

Yin Lizhou opened the barrier, walked into the cell, looked at the old man with his hands bound inside, and walked slowly in front of him.

Fu Li heard the movement and slowly opened his eyes.

It's just that at this time, he no longer hides it, and the eyes he looks at Yin Lizhou are full of mad hatred.

Yin Lizhou thought that he was invulnerable to all poisons at this time, but even after a hundred years, when he saw this look again, he still felt a little pain in his heart.

Yin Lizhou turned his head, looked elsewhere, and said coldly, "Long time no see, Father."

Hearing this, Fu Li spat at him as if being pricked by a needle, "Bah, don't call me that, I'm disgusting."

The discomfort in his heart disappeared in an instant because of his words.

Yin Lizhou turned his gaze back to him.

With a bit of surprise in his tone, "I don't understand."

Yin Lizhou said as he walked up to him, "Why on earth do you hate me so much? You hated me so much that you put a shackle on my neck as soon as I was born, made me suffer from bone erosion every day, and threw me into the underworld. Yuan. Even... blew up his primordial spirit in front of me, making the whole Demon Realm think that I killed my father with my own hands."

Yin Qing didn't speak, but just looked at him for a moment, his eyes sometimes crazy, sometimes obsessed.

After a long time, he said hoarsely, "Because you deserve to die!"

In fact, it is just a clichéd story.

At that time, Yin Qing was still young, he was tired of staying in the Demon Realm, and he just wanted to go out for a living, so he slipped out of the Demon Realm on a dark and stormy night.

He originally wanted to travel all over the world and see the scenery of the four worlds.

However, as soon as he arrived at Qiantang, he was trapped in his heart by a human woman.

The day he went to Qiantang coincided with the Huachao Festival in the world.

Qiantang is originally a famous place in the southeast, not to mention such a festival.

Even though it was dark, lanterns were hung everywhere on both sides of the street, shining like daylight.

Boys and girls come and go in all kinds of new clothes, and the roadside is filled with the sound of selling.The dignitaries sat on the high places of the restaurant, watching the beautiful scenery of the river through the open windows.The sound of silk and bamboo orchestras floated from the window, and the skirts of the dancers fluttered, attracting pedestrians to stand on tiptoes and look up.

At some point, fireworks were set off in the distance.

Flowers of various colors bloom in the sky, and soon disappear without a trace.

"The ceremony has begun!"

Someone yelled along with the sound of fireworks, and all of a sudden everyone ran to the river.

Looking at the lively scene in front of him, Yin Qing was also attracted for a moment, and walked towards the riverside with the crowd.

The grand fireworks slowly come to an end, and everyone has gathered by the river.

"It's started!" The sharp-eyed child pointed to a bright light in the distance and shouted excitedly.

Yin Qing looked in the direction he pointed.

I saw a little light suddenly shining on the dark river surface in the distance, like fireflies in summer.

Then the light became more and more brighter.

Then Yin Qing heard a burst of music.

The solemn tune does not appear rigid, but instead carries a sense of clarity and joy.

When the light approached slowly, Yin Qing saw clearly that it was a sacrificial boat.

The hull is in the middle, and it is decorated with red silk and lanterns, which is very festive.In the middle, there is a statue of a woman with various rituals in front of her.

Yin Qing knew that this was the god of flowers in the world.

However, his gaze was not attracted by the flower god in the middle, but landed on the bow of the boat.

The bow of the boat was covered by flowers of various colors, and where the flowers were surrounded, stood a young girl in a white sacrificial dress.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a slender figure, long waterfall-like hair cascading behind her back, tied with a light golden headband.The face is covered with half a sheet of gold noodles.The slender waist is tied with the same light golden belt, and a piece of white jade is tied on the belt.

She holds a flower branch with flowers of various colors made of velvet flowers.Along with the music, they danced the sacrificial dance.The wide sleeve gown rises and falls with her movements, occasionally revealing her frost-like arms.

Yin Qing looked at her, a little crazy for a moment.

The boat continued to move forward along the river, and the men and women on the bank threw the paper flowers that had been prepared in their hands onto the boat.

Yin Qing, on the other hand, followed the boat involuntarily and kept walking forward.

I don't know how long it took, the music gradually died down, and the human voice gradually died down.

The people who had been having fun all night gradually dispersed.

At the end of the ceremony, the sacrificial boats on the river finally stopped.

The sacrificial boat slowly docked, and a long pedal protruded from the boat.The first to come down was the girl who had just danced.

Perhaps it was because Yin Qing's gaze was too hot, the girl seemed to feel something, and looked over at him.

Yin Qing was used to being straightforward, and he didn't shy away from it, so the two met their eyes across the river.

The girl didn't seem to expect that there was such a man staring straight at others.A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly withdrew his gaze, preparing to disembark.

However, I don't know if the pace was too fast, and when I was in the middle of the walk, my body was unstable, and the flower branch in my hand just fell off.

The river water is wrapped in thin flower branches and floats forward.

Seeing this, Yin Qing quietly squeezed a tactic with the back of his hand behind his back, and in the next second, he saw the surface of the river suddenly swell, and the flower branch was washed back by the river and sent to the shore.

Yin Qing walked over, picked up the flower branch carefully, then walked up to the girl, and stretched out his hand to hand it to her.

However, the girl just glanced at her and moved her fingers slightly, but she didn't answer and turned her head away instead.

Immediately, a servant girl rushed out, stood in front of the girl, and shouted at Yin Qing: "Where did you come from! Don't you know whether men and women can kiss each other? Stay away from our lady."

The demons have always been straightforward, as long as they see each other right, they can go straight to the bridal chamber tonight.

So Yin Qing was a little puzzled by this sentence, "What's wrong with giving and receiving? I just like this young lady."

The servant girl was about to blush at his words, and she cursed a "disciple" and hurriedly helped her young lady into the carriage.

Holding a flower branch in his hand, Yin Qing stood there a little at a loss, watching the carriage gradually go away.

However, at this moment, he saw the curtain of the car was slightly opened, and something seemed to pass by.

Yin Qing grinned unconsciously, revealing a smirk, and tightly squeezed the flower branch in his hand.

He casually pulled a passerby and asked, "Whose carriage is that?"

Pedestrians seemed a little surprised, why he didn't know this.

"My little brother is not from the local area. Well, it's the Wen family's carriage."

"That lady is from the Wen family."

"Yes. Miss Wen, Wen Yun."