When the Sand Sculptures penetrated the crematorium literature [Quick Transmigration]

At this moment, in the solemn and solemn conference room on the top floor of the main hall, there was a crisp sound of iron falling to the ground.

The moment Yan Qing'an's long sword fell to the ground, He Heng stretched out his hand to grab his waist, took him into his arms, and then picked up the sword on the ground and handed it to the little demon beside him.

Nie Zong looked at the way his nephew, who had always been cold before, was nestling in his arms obediently at this moment, and always felt that there was an indescribable harmony in the weirdness.

At this moment, he only felt his forehead "chug and chug".

Seeing that the two of them were still lying there next to each other, they had no intention of separating at all.

"Cough, cough." Nie Zong coughed twice to break the awkward atmosphere.

Immediately afterwards, he glanced at He Heng, then turned to look at Yan Qing'an and said:

"Qing'an, you go out first, I have something to say to him."

"Uncle"

Even though Yan Qing'an looked at He Heng with some uneasiness, he seemed to be afraid that he would be embarrassed by Nie Zong after he left.

Seeing this, Nie Zong frowned and said, "I won't do anything to him."

really,

Seeing how Yan Qing'an was protecting this little pup, Nie Zong wondered if he had been bewitched by the other party.

He Heng didn't mind, he smiled and leaned into Yan Qing'an's ear and said, "It's fine."

Then he looked at Nie Zongdao again: "Presumably Daoist Nie has something important to discuss with me, and he won't do anything to me."

"Ah."

Hearing what he said, Yan Qing'an had no choice but to nod slightly,

He Heng smiled at him again,

"I was so tired just now, Master, you must be hungry too, go out and have something to eat first, I will come to you in a while."

After he finished saying this, Yan Qing'an's face turned red "shua", and his long eyelashes trembled slightly. After hesitating for a long time, he said hesitantly, "Okay."

And Nie Zong, who was standing by the side, had a panoramic view of He Heng's little actions, and he cursed in his heart:

This little bastard will show affection for nothing, but he has a lot of thoughts!

And my little nephew seems to be eaten to death by him, how can I go on like this?

It's just, what's the matter with this greasy force coming from these two people?

On the other side, as soon as Yan Qing'an got up and left the room, He Heng spoke first,

"Nie Daochang, you came all the way from Mount Hua to find me, you must have something important?"

"Hmph," Nie Zong snorted lightly, walked up to He Heng and stood opposite him,

"Presumably you should know that you are no longer a disciple of my Huayang Sword Sect, and you have no master-apprentice status with my nephew."

Speaking of this, Nie Zong changed the subject and added a bit more stern tone,

"This is the path you chose yourself, and since you have now become the Demon Lord of Jiuyou Huangquan, you should no longer entangle with my nephew. The Huayang Sword Sect owes the He family three years ago. Your life will be paid off at that time, and I don't want to dwell on your previous entanglements, but from now on, you should be your demon king and have nothing to do with my righteous way."

After Nie Zong finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Just when Nie Zong was a little confused about He Heng's attitude, he saw that the other party raised his eyebrows with a smile, "Does Nie Daochang think that I, as a demon king, should not be involved with Zhengdao?"

Hearing this, Nie Zong didn't speak, but his gloomy face said everything.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!",

He Heng clapped his hands.

In the next second, the little demons at the side immediately moved to the safe at the side, and they quickly took out two large black boxes from it.

"So what?"

He Heng took the box from the other party, put it on the table,

"Click!" The moment the buckle was undone, a golden light that almost blinded people's eyes immediately filled the entire room.

In order to prevent his eyes from being blinded, Nie Zong subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his eyes. He looked through his fingers and saw two boxes full of golden Lingyuan treasures on the table.

"This"

He immediately became furious,

"what do you mean?!"

Could it be that He Heng wanted to use money to insult him?

Does he look like the kind of person who would sell his nephew for two boxes of silver?

The little pup is simply too deceptive!

"Don't get me wrong," He Heng said unhurriedly, "This is just my sincerity."

"As far as I know, the Huayang Sword Sect will hold the largest Zongmen Grand Competition held every four years in the cultivation world next year. The economy is not booming, and the number of newly enrolled disciples is also decreasing year by year.”

"Before, my master was the No. 1 sword cultivator of the Huayang Sword Sect. Once he breaks through the tenth level of the Huayang Sword Art, he will most likely become the first cultivator in the cultivation world to return to the Xianmen in the past ten years. Or, by then, he will indeed be able to restore the glory of the sect, but it's just that"

"All of this seems unrealistic now, and now that the sect is struggling, it must be difficult for Headmaster Nie to prepare enough funds to support the sect's grand competition in a short period of time, and even the promotion of recruiting new students next year is somewhat Stretched"

Hearing what he said, Nie Zong frowned, and his face became very ugly.

As the head teacher of Huayang Sword Sect, he never had the idea of ​​using Yan Qing'an to revitalize the sect.

How the sect develops has its own destiny, and Yan Qing'an, as his nephew, is also a very talented ascetic. He naturally hopes that the other party can realize his ideals, complete all the ascetics' life, and strive for it with all their strength. The goal.

What He Heng said was grandiose, and he didn't even think about who caused Yan Qing'an to be unable to cultivate the way of ruthlessness?

He Heng had noticed Nie Zong's displeased expression a long time ago, but he still said unhurriedly: "I know that part of the reason why my master can't cultivate the way of ruthlessness is me, and it is precisely because of this that I want to try my best I will try my best to mend the relationship with the right path.”

"Headmaster Nie, you can see clearly." Speaking of this, He Heng suddenly raised the volume a few points, turned around and pressed a certain mechanism in the corner.

Next second,

The stone wall directly opposite the two made a loud "bang" sound, and slowly moved away to one side, revealing the golden gold coins piled up inside.

"The two boxes just now are just my deposit."

"Headmaster Nie, I didn't use money to humiliate you, nor did I use money to bribe you. I want to formally join Huayang Sword Sect again as an investor."

"Not only that, but I will also sponsor the activities jointly held by the six factions in the future. As a reasonable response, I hope that the cultivation world will accept the demon world and the monsters here again, so that we can realize the freedom of trade in the six worlds as soon as possible. My master will preside over the next sect competition."

"Even if he has not cultivated the ruthless way and cannot break through the tenth level of Nine Suns Sword Art, he is still the most powerful sword cultivator today, so what do you think of my proposal? Is it suitable?"

At this moment, Nie Zong was a little stymied, and he couldn't think of any rebuttal words for a while.

The main opponent's proposal is indeed a win-win situation, and Nie Zong can't even find any disadvantages.

For the devil world, they want to open up a larger cooperation market, and cooperation with Zhengdao is the best strategy for sustainable development.For the Five Religions and Six Sects, the entry of funds also means more fresh blood pouring in, and this is the biggest problem facing Zhengdao today.

As for Yan Qing'an, even if He Heng didn't make such a request, Nie Zong would let him preside over the next sect competition. No matter his strength or character, there is no more suitable candidate than him in the entire Huayang Sword Sect.

Seeing that Nie Zong's eyebrows were twisted together in a tangled state, but he didn't know how to respond, He Heng took the initiative to move him down a step.

"Nie Daochang, as for your previous concern that I shouldn't be entangled with my master again, I think you might as well ask my master's thoughts before making a decision."

"After all, we are both adults. Wouldn't it be better for Nie Daochang to let him choose?"

After He Heng finished speaking, the atmosphere fell into silence again.

This conversation lasted about 15 minutes. After the conversation was over, the closed door was pushed open from the inside, and He Heng and Nie Zong came out one after the other.

Yan Qing'an just ate something casually to fill his stomach, and now he is leaning on the bench outside with his head half supported by his hands, his long eyelashes trembling, his eyelids are almost closed, he looks really tired look.

But the moment he heard the movement, he subconsciously cast his eyes on He Heng, with undisguised concern mixed in his expression.

Seeing this, He Heng walked to him in three steps at a time, "Sleepy?"

"It's okay." Yan Qing'an shook his head, looked up at him, "What did you say to my uncle?"

"It's nothing." He Heng smiled at him, glanced out from the corner of the eye and met Nie Zong's gaze.

"It's just that Daoist Nie may have a few words that he wants to talk to you, Master alone."

"Huh?" Yan Qing'an was stunned for a moment, not realizing what the two of them were discussing.

"It's okay, Master, I'll wait for you outside." He Heng pointed to the direction outside the house, and then walked to the door to make room for the two of them to talk.

After He Heng left,

"Qing'an."

Nie Zong walked up to Yan Qing'an, "Let me ask you, are you willing to preside over the sect competition held at Huayang Sword Sect next year?"

In today's comprehension world, all sects have an unspoken rule, that is, the host of each sect grand competition will be a future candidate for the head teacher.

And Nie Zong said these words to Yan Qing'an, which meant that he wanted the other party to inherit his position as head teacher.

Hearing this, Yan Qing'an hardly hesitated, he replied straightforwardly: "Since my uncle trusts me and is willing to entrust such an important matter to me, then I am naturally willing."

But in the next second, Nie Zong changed the subject and his tone suddenly became serious.

"Then what if I say that you are not allowed to see He Heng again in the future? You should know that good and evil have always been incompatible. As the future head teacher of Huayang Sword Sect, you should make a clean break with him now."

"Uncle Master!"

But before Nie Zong finished speaking, Yan Qingan interrupted him, "I can't agree to your request."

It seemed that because of sleepiness, Yan Qing'an looked a little out of spirits, and his voice sounded a little tired.

But at this moment, he tried his best to widen his eyes, looked at Nie Zong very seriously and said:

"I don't fully agree with what you said. I'm not sure how you will deal with this matter if our opinions diverge, but I can only say that no matter whether we reach an agreement in the end, I can't promise you This request."

Yan Qing'an understood why Nie Zong had prejudice against He Heng, but he couldn't explain clearly to Nie Zong that He Heng was not the same person as his former apprentice.

And Yan Qing'an was not sure about persuading the other party, all he could do was stick to his own position.

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became silent. Nie Zong lowered his eyes, and the expression in his eyes was dark and unclear.

Just when Yan Qing'an thought that the other party was going to keep silent like this, he heard a soft sigh,

"Ugh"

Looking at Yan Qing'an's stubborn expression, Nie Zong sighed in relief.

In the end he smiled helplessly, patted Yan Qingan on the shoulder and said:

"Forget it, you young people have your own ideas now, and my old bones shouldn't interfere anymore."

Yan Qing'an was taken aback, "Master, that's not what I meant."

Nie Zong shook his head, sighed again and again: "I know, I know that since this is your choice, then I won't interfere any more, just think it out yourself."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked to the other side of the hall, only to see He Heng leaning against the door and looking in their direction, it seemed that he was waiting for Yan Qing'an.

Yan Qing'an obviously noticed this too, the moment he caught a glimpse of He Heng's figure, he subconsciously took a step forward, and almost couldn't help but walk towards him.

Nie Zong sighed, and said to Yan Qing'an, "Oh, let's go."

At this moment, he felt that he was really a bit like a "vicious head teacher" who beat mandarin ducks,

Yan Qing'an hesitated for a moment, "Master, what about you?"

Nie Zong waved his hand at him, "I'm fine, I'm such an adult, can't I find my way back? Well, stop moaning, it's getting dark now, and I'm going to eat, what are you going to do? What are you going to do?"

Seeing the old and awkward appearance of the other party, Yan Qing'an smiled helplessly, then said goodbye to Nie Zong, and walked slowly towards He Heng.

After bidding farewell to Nie Zong, the two went to eat something, washed up briefly, and then went to bed.

In this warm bedroom,

Yan Qing'an was trapped in the soft quilt, his whole body was wrapped in a warm and familiar atmosphere, and he soon fell asleep.

He rested his head on He Heng's chest, and when his eyes were about to narrow, he said vaguely:

"What did you tell my uncle before? Why did you feel that his attitude changed so suddenly?"

He Heng kissed his forehead, "Master, I actually didn't say anything to him, after all, what words can express is limited."

"Huh?" Yan Qing'an was puzzled.

He Heng: "I gave him some money"

“After all, there is nothing that money can’t solve,”

"If a little is not enough, give some more."

The author has something to say: the next chapter will end this world, and by the way, start a new world.

The new world is a greedy human "scum" Gong x a blind little mermaid.

It is probably because of the legend that the tears of the merman can satisfy a wish of human beings, and their eyes are priceless treasures that can cure all diseases. The grandfather of the original owner was kind to the little merman. In the middle of the story, the greedy original owner stared and gouged out his eyes. The original owner relied on the eyes of the merman to curry favor with the rich and powerful. When he was sealed as a magistrate, he met the blind little merman again when he returned home. Wear it over.