Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

The Mengyun Terrace on the top of Aoshan Mountain is now in a mess.

Hundreds of corpses of Xianxiu and demon guards guarding the Lingshou stone fell to the ground, blood flowing like a river.

And Zhou Gan was dressed in black, and the scimitar in his hand was shining coldly.

"Ma'am?" He stared at Su Ruo in astonishment, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the room, what are you doing here?!"

Xu Shi was so shocked that Zhou Gan's voice rose involuntarily.

Su Ruo's hand holding the hem of the skirt was trembling faintly, the little maid who was following her was only in her teens, her face was already pale when she saw this scene, she almost stumbled on the last step, Su Ruo reached out and grabbed her.

She walked steadily in front of Zhou Gan, the joy and anticipation in her eyes had disappeared, leaving only a biting coldness at this moment.

"You killed all these people?"

Zhou Gan wiped the blood on his cheeks, and put on a smile on his face: "Ma'am, I misunderstood, I just saw someone trying to steal the Lingshou Stone, and that's why..."

"Who wants to steal the spirit guard stone?" Su Ruo's alluring face no longer had any tenderness.

Zhou Qian subconsciously swallowed his saliva: "It's that female Demon Lord of the Demon Race, look at the wounds on these people, they are all the slashing marks left by Leng Changxi's Moon Shooting Blade, and there is such a demonic energy here. Rich, how could it be..."

"Leng Changxi is currently preparing for tomorrow's wedding ceremony in Heilin Mountain," Su Ruo said, "I just exchanged messages with her using a paper sparrow."

"Suruo," Zhou Gan frowned, "couldn't it be that witch who lied to you? You would rather believe in a demon lord than your husband?"

Su Ruo clenched her lower lip with her white teeth, stretched out her right hand, and she was already holding a golden wooden sword in her hand.

"Zhou Gan, burning spirits and offering sacrifices to souls is not the right path, stop it."

"You know?" Zhou Gan's face suddenly darkened.

Su Ruo stared at Zhou Qian with a pair of cold eyes like misty waves and autumn rain: "I knew it a long time ago, but I just didn't know that you really have the guts to do this."

"You have never been able to master the secret knowledge of Fan Luo, the first head of Guchen Pavilion, so you want to use this forbidden technique to control Fan Luo's soul and use it for you. In this way, no matter what he is, the evil spirits or other things You don’t hold all the spells and moves in your hands yet.”

"However, the forbidden technique of burning souls requires too much spiritual power. If you want to control Fan Luo, who has powerful and fierce spiritual power, you need more spiritual power as a support, and your own cultivation Because it is not high, the spiritual power is naturally not strong enough, so I came up with the idea of ​​this spirit guard stone. Am I right?"

There was a smile on the corner of Zhou Gan's mouth, and he nodded approvingly: "Yes, Ah Ruo is worthy of being my wife chosen by Zhou Gan, she is smart enough!"

"Oh, you and I have been together for more than [-] years, what kind of virtue you are, of course I have already known it clearly."

Su Ruo raised her chin slightly, with a cold and arrogant expression: "Do it, if you can't defeat me today, I will send you on your way!"

"Then I would like to ask Madam to teach you a lot!" Zhou Gan narrowed his eyes, and his sinisterness suddenly appeared.

There were golden and red spiritual currents fighting each other in front of their eyes, and clashing swords and swords in their ears. Everyone was shocked, their mouths were wide open, but they couldn't make a sound.

The battle was fierce on the screen, and Nan Heng was a little surprised that this delicate woman, who looked fragile on the outside, was so good in cultivation and martial arts.

The two fought for more than a hundred rounds, Zhou Gan already vomited blood, and he was at a disadvantage.

The wooden sword in Su Ruo's hand was even more radiant. She swept down from mid-air, with the hem of her clothes fluttering behind her, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at Zhou Qian's neck.

"You and I are a husband and wife, and I will send you on your way right away, to get rid of you as a scourge for the world of cultivating immortals and the world of demons!"

Zhou Gan clutched his chest and suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of blood. He looked up at Su Ruo's cold face and suddenly smiled:

"Ma'am, why are you in such a hurry to kill me? Leng Changxi stays in Heilin Mountain, so you don't wonder how the moonblade's knife marks here came from?"

Su Ruo on the other side was startled, Nan Heng instinctively felt bad.

Sure enough, in this split second, Zhou Gan wiped the palm of his left hand from the blade of the scimitar, and blood flowed out immediately.

He muttered in his mouth, and soon a slender and gentle figure appeared behind him out of thin air.

"I'll let Madam see it well!"

Nan Heng: ...! ! !

Nan Heng was startled, not only him, but also Xiao Tingxun, Shang Ming, Bai Chengyan, Pan Fengchang...

Except for Zhou Gan, every monk present was stunned in place.

That soft figure is obviously a woman, she is holding a long and narrow knife, her eyes are cold, and the white eyes with eyebrows and pupils are rolling around, staring at Su Ruo opposite.

"You...! This, this is!" Su Ruo was also shocked.

This woman is very similar to Leng Changxi in terms of facial features and appearance. The only difference is that this woman is much younger than Leng Changxi, only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Seeing her expression, Zhou Gan smiled with satisfaction: "Leng Yueru, the younger sister of Demon Lord Leng Changxi who died young, the weapon used to chase the sun blade is very similar to her sister's moves and techniques. However, compared to Today's Leng Changxi, she is still a bit worse."

"How about it, Ma'am, has your eyes opened?"

"This is impossible..." Su Ruo staggered and took a step back, "Leng Changxi also has a sister? Why have I never heard of it?! The demon clan, there is no similar record in the historical records about the demon clan !"

"Hehe, I didn't know before I summoned Leng Yueru's soul," Zhou Gan rubbed his chin, narrowing his slender eyes.

"The Demon Clan selects the Lord, and the previous Demon Lord has always selected a family with strong ability from among the excellent bloodlines as candidates. Obviously, the previous Demon Lord chose the Leng family, so it is naturally these two sisters. "

"The two people who are selected will be taught by the demon king himself for three years. After three years, there will be a fierce battle between the two. The living will become the next demon king, and the loser will be the next demon king Death, way, one, article."

He said the last word word by word, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, watching Su Ruo's reaction in his spare time.

"So, my wife, the demon race is darker and more evil than what we see now. Relatives of the same race will kill each other, how cruel!"

Su Ruo clenched her fists suddenly: "But Chang Xi didn't."

"What?" Zhou Gan didn't understand her words.

"Chang Xi told me that she has already chosen the next demon king, and has already appointed her. She will pass on the throne after she is married. There are no candidates, and there is no cannibalism!"

"Hehe, so you believed it?!" Zhou Gan looked at her amusedly, "Do you believe a witch?"

"Otherwise? Do you believe me?"

Su Ruo hooked the corners of her lips, and said coldly, "Zhou Gan, for so many years, I always thought that you were just arrogant and arrogant when you were young, and had some petty evils. But I gradually discovered, no, you don't have petty things in your heart." Bad, not even a ray of evil thoughts. There is a devil living in your heart, and this devil is growing gradually, and it can no longer be stopped."

"Hahaha!" Zhou Gan burst into laughter suddenly, "Madam is right! Then I will show you this devil today!"

As soon as his words fell, Leng Yueruo had already rushed towards Su Ruo like a gust of wind!

The brilliant golden spiritual flow collided with the turbid black devil energy, and frightening cold lights splashed one after another. After hundreds of moves, Su Ruo was finally defeated.

Bright red blood gushed out of her mouth unceasingly, the wooden sword was broken, and she was still half-kneeling on the ground.

"Zhou Gan! Stop it... The Lingshou Stone is not... something you can control and use, you..."

"That doesn't bother Madam." Zhou Qian smiled and raised his left hand lightly, and Leng Yueru raised the sun chasing blade high, and slashed at Suruo.

The blood-stained woman fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and never got up again.

There was another ray of white light, and the picture suddenly disappeared, and what appeared in front of everyone was Guchen Pavilion Suruo's room again.

The woman had a sick face, and condensed a small white bead from the palm of her hand, and handed it to Murong Qing: "I have just condensed this memory into a memory bead, please keep it with Xu Xianjun, and wait until the time is right in the future." , must let all the immortal cultivators of the Immortal Sect see it."

"Now, my cultivation base has been abolished by that bastard Zhou Gan, and my soul has also been damaged in the battle with Leng Yueru. I am less and less awake. I am afraid that one day he will erase this memory of mine, or , kill me directly."

Murong Qing held the small white bead in her palm, raised her eyebrows and smiled at her: "Madam trusts me so much, are you afraid that I will sell you out if I leave this door?"

Su Ruo twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled softly: "I know you are not that kind of person. Chang Xi is on good terms with me. She is in love with your sect leader. She often goes to and from the Changqing School. When chatting with me, she often says from you elders."

"Since she trusts you, I naturally trust you too."

"Okay," Murong Qing said slowly and solemnly as he gathered his five fingers together and clutched the Memory Pearl in his hand, "I will definitely live up to Madam's entrustment!"

Outside the door, a servant girl knocked on the door in panic: "Madam, hurry up! The pavilion master has summoned the elders of the various immortal sects to discuss matters in the front hall!"

"Understood." Su Ruo replied with her usual voice.

He nodded towards Murong Qing again: "I have entrusted you with so much, and I will never repay you, and I will cherish it with Xianjun Xu."

Murong Qing also nodded towards her, and put the memory pearl into the Qiankun bag.

He got up and strode away.

The slender figure was elongated by the sunlight coming in from the window, and the door was opened and closed, making it invisible again.

On the huge sky screen, the pictures constantly changed and flashed, and finally, Murong Qing's light blue figure slowly appeared again.

He stroked the strands of hair hanging from his temples, looked at a place in front of him and smiled: "This is the end of the memory, what do you think about it?"

"However, I have no way of knowing. If you have anything to say, just tell my little apprentice and grandson."

"Oh, by the way, I left too hastily before, and I still have a few words, which I didn't finish with my little apprentice. Although it is likely that there are many people watching now, there is nothing I can do."

"Little Ah Xun, it was Master's fault before. It was originally entrusted to me by Miss Suruo. I have no ability to complete it myself, but I still want to drag you into the water. That's what I said to you before. I'm sorry. .As for repairing the broken relationship between the world of cultivating immortals and the world of demons, you should do your best. Those monks from various factions who are not clear-headed are not so easy to reason with, so don't try to make a fool of yourself!"

After he finished speaking, he sighed again: "It's time to say goodbye again, and this time, it's a real farewell. Little Ah Xun, your little apprentice is good, you must do well!"

The smile on Murong Qing's face was frozen, and then his figure gradually faded until he disappeared.