Cultivate the ruthless way for him

As soon as Zhang Yuan arrived at the corridor, a strong aroma of wine came over his face.

A few scholars were standing in front of the railing, facing the snow in a courtyard, reciting poems and composing Fu.A group of immortal disciples sat around the stove warming the wine.These disciples were dressed in various costumes, apparently from different families and sects.

"Have you heard that many demon-hating people appeared in Southern Border the day before yesterday?"

The faces of the rest of the people were really one sided.

"Demon haters, do they really exist?"

"Naturally, my cousin is working at the Shouyumen in southern Xinjiang. It is said that in just two days, more than a dozen disciples have been killed by demon-hating people."

Those who didn't know the truth immediately asked: "What is a demon-hating person?"

"You don't know this?" The person who spoke earlier shook his head sadly: "It is the demon cultivator with the magic pattern of the word 'disgusting' on his face. Cultivation level, low-level magic cultivator, the magic pattern produced is usually a curved line shaped like a black snake, only high-level magic cultivator can cultivate the magic pattern with specific words, such as the notorious magic pattern that killed countless disciples of the fairy clan. Zuzuo protector Fu Qiu is the pattern of 'Yao', the more complicated the strokes, the higher the level of cultivation, it is said that the great devil Wentian cultivated the magic pattern of Wubi characters back then."

"Then this demon hater..."

"That's right, the word 'weary' has six strokes, two strokes more than Fu Qiu, one stroke more than Wentian, and it appears in batches, the degree of horror can be imagined. And I heard that this demon-hating man They are extremely corrosive, and if you are bitten by them, you will lose your sanity in half an hour and be completely demonized."

"Well, what should we do? According to what Brother Zhao said, although these monsters are in the southern border at the moment, they will arrive in Beizhou and Xizhou tomorrow if they are not in order."

"Ugh."

The person known as Brother Zhao sighed deeply: "What can we do, the five clans and twelve families are busy protecting themselves, and the Heavenly King has also taken the soldiers and horses from all directions to Jiuchongtian, who cares about us small sects. Thousands of years ago, there was the God of War, Zhang Yuan, who tried his best to turn the tide. Now that the God of War has suffered from old wounds, and has been hiding in Xuexiao Palace all year round, it is obviously not as good as before. If the demons are really like the rumors, they will make a comeback, and no one can escape. It is better to cherish the present time and timely carpe diem."

A group of people pushed and changed glasses and drank.

But having said that, everyone's heart is as uncomfortable as a huge boulder sinking.

After all, there was news that Fu Qiu, the protector of the demon clan, had come back from the dead a while ago, and all the immortal sects were busy consolidating the magic circle of the mountain gate to prevent Fu Qiu's surprise attack. Ten times more powerful, how can it not make people worry.

"Hey, Xianjun, you are..."

The proprietress was helping Zhang Yuan pack wine and roasted leg of lamb, when she suddenly saw the black lines spreading from the bottom of the young Xianjun's boots, her eyes widened in fright, she took two steps back, and dropped the oiled paper bag in her hand.

Two sharp-eyed immortal disciples happened to be sitting facing this side. When they looked at the ground, their expressions changed and they suddenly got up.

"That's—" "Magic pattern, it's magic pattern."

Accompanied by an exclamation, the corridor suddenly became chaotic.

A group of fairy disciples got up quickly, gathered together, drew their swords, and looked at the white-clothed fairy in the corridor with tears in their eyes.

"With such a bewitching face, I didn't expect it to be a monster!"

The leading disciple gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice.

Chang Yuan's face remained motionless, he lowered his eyes, looked at the place under his feet, leaned over amidst the panic and fear of everyone, and gently picked up the oiled paper bag that fell on the ground.

The slender fingers are in stark contrast to the oily yellow paper.

"Please trouble the shopkeeper, give me the wine."

His voice is like spring rain in March, quiet and gentle.

The lady proprietress clung to the pillar, and trembled violently when she heard the words, her legs were limp, and she quickly threw the jar of wine in her arms over.The freshly scalded wine scalded a large red mark on her arm, but she didn't realize it.

Zhang Yuan picked up the wine, took out a spirit stone from his sleeve, put it on the stove, turned and left.

The magic lines under his feet disappeared with his movements.

"Kill, kill him, don't let this monster escape!"

In the eerie silence, a disciple finally found his own voice, and said a few words trembling like chaff.

Someone immediately echoed: "That's right, there are so many of us, can't we beat him alone?"

Everyone gained confidence in an instant. They all raised their swords in unison and rushed forward. The sword energy was like a rainbow, setting off a tide of blue light, and they went straight. However, before the tip of the sword touched the corner of the monk's clothes, they were suddenly forced by a powerful sword intent. Back a few feet.

Everyone's hearts were filled with blood, and when they opened their eyes again, the monk had disappeared.

"This, how is it possible..."

"Ghost, this is a ghost."

"What a ghost, that's a monster!"

The disciple surnamed Zhao who spoke first said: "You can see clearly, what is his magic pattern?"

Everyone was only concerned about fear, and when they noticed this, they all shook their heads, but the disciple surnamed Zhao clenched his fists and said solemnly: "But I see something clearly, that is clearly... a word disgust."

"What? Hateful?" The blood on the faces of the others faded away: "Have the demonic people come to Xizhou?"

"It's useless to talk too much, we have to send news to the master immediately. By the way, it's best to inform the Kunlun clan guarding this place."

"What brother Zhao said is absolutely right, you must never let that monster run away. I suggest that you draw its portrait and announce it to Kyushu, so that all the immortal sects will take precautions. In just two days, he can escape from the southern border to the western border. It is not a matter of moving to Zhongzhou, Dongzhou, and Beizhou. It is absolutely impossible to let him run away."

The news of the monsters being discovered in the inn quickly spread. Whether it was the inn, the nearby inn, or even the tourists who were stranded in Xizhou to enjoy the scenery, they immediately fell into chaos like frightened birds.

Zhang Yuan carried the wine and the roast leg of lamb, and walked back to the room as usual.

Zhao Zhao had already dressed, and was sitting by the window with one hand resting on his chin, waiting boredly, when he suddenly saw noises outside, figures running around at random, just wondering, and wanted to go out to have a look, when the door creaked and opened from the outside.

"Xianjun?"

Zhao Zhao immediately jumped off the stool.

Chang Yuan put the wine and the oiled paper bag on the table, opened the oiled paper bag to reveal the roast leg of lamb inside, and said, "Come and eat."

Zhaozhao nodded, sat down at the desk, tore a piece of mutton leg, and asked while eating, "Xianjun, what happened outside?"

"nothing."

Zhang Yuan lifted the flagon and poured two bowls of hot wine, one for Zhao Zhao and one for himself.

He held the edge of the slightly hot wine cup with his slender fingers, his brows and eyes were soaked in the rich aroma of the wine, he took a sip and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Zhao Zhao nodded: "It's delicious, why doesn't Xianjun eat it?"

Chang Yuan smiled.

"I'm not hungry."

"You have to eat if you're not hungry, how can you have the strength to enjoy the scenery if you don't eat?"

Zhao Zhao put the mutton leg in his mouth, tore another piece, and handed it to Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan was startled, staring at the oily flesh for a moment, and finally reached out to take it.

Zhaozhao continued to eat his piece happily, and said: "That's right, Xianjun, you really eat too little on weekdays, how can you just drink dew, it will affect your body."

"Brother said, people are like iron, rice is like steel, even gods have to eat."

Chang Yuan has never liked these meaty things, not to mention the mutton with its own smell, but seeing the young man eating with gusto and looking very satisfied, he was infected, so he tore off a small strip and put it in his mouth .

Zhao Zhao asked, "How?"

Zhang Yuan chewed carefully, nodded: "It's okay."

Zhaozhao rolled his eyes: "It's cool to have a bite of meat and wine. This roast leg of lamb is really the best roast leg of lamb I have ever eaten. Xianjun, every year from now on, we will come to Xizhou to enjoy the snow, okay?" good?"

"I've made up my mind. When we come back, let's bring our own wine, and we'll bring that 'Drunken Immortal' from Nine Heavens."

A little ripple appeared in Zhang Yuan's deep eyes.

After a long silence, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to see the scene after many years through the window, and the corner of his mouth twitched lightly, and said: "Okay."

"Then it's settled, no one is allowed to miss the appointment. Whoever misses the appointment is a puppy."

Zhao Zhao had already torn the third piece of meat, and Zhang Yuan tore another piece.

Two people take one piece of you and one piece of me, and quickly divide a roast leg of lamb.

After eating the meat and drinking the wine, Zhao Zhao realized that the entire guest house was empty.

"Hey, where did they all go? How strange?"

Chang Yuan packed up the empty wine jug and oiled paper, walked to the window, looked at the snowflakes flying down the corridor with his sleeves down, dazed for a while, and said: "Actually, I originally planned to take you to go fishing in Penglai and cook fish for you. food."

"fish?"

Zhaozhao said: "How does Xianjun know that I like to eat fish?"

Zhang Yuan smiled, but didn't speak.

Zhaozhao's heart seemed to be stabbed lightly by something, and he scratched his dragon's horns in confusion, when suddenly a group of people rushed into the guest house.

They are all dressed in purple and white fairy clothes, carrying spiritual swords on their backs, and their eyes are shining with brilliance.As soon as they were admitted to the hospital, they tossed up and down with great experience, and quickly formed a gossip-shaped sword array, with clusters of purple flames burning in the center of the array.

That is the Samadhi True Fire dedicated to killing demons.

It was the Kunlun disciples stationed nearby who rushed over.

"Monster, don't come out and die!"

The head disciple stared at the only room in the guest house with the door tightly closed, and shouted sharply.

Behind this group of Kunlun disciples, disciples surnamed Zhao and a group of immortal disciples who went to report the news followed, as well as the guest house owner and his wife supporting each other.

Zhao Zhao noticed that the group of people were shouting towards their room, and immediately wrinkled his nose in displeasure: "Who is this?"

So rude.

A hand stretched out from the side, with the usual cold jade touch, gently stroked his head, and said: "Wait in the room, I will come as soon as I go."

"Xianjun!"

Zhao Zhao had a vague premonition, and said, "I'll go with you."

"I'm great."

Chang Yuan had already walked to the door, he paused when he heard this, looked back and said with a smile: "I know."

"But they want to catch monsters, it has nothing to do with you."

"Monster?"

Zhao Zhao was taken aback.

"Where are the monsters? Could it be that they are talking about Xianjun?"

"Just because of the magic pattern on Xianjun's body?"

During the two days of dual cultivation, he had already discovered it.

This time Chang Yuan was taken aback.

After thinking about it, I realized that I shouldn't be surprised.

Ding Ding stared at the young man for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Since you know it, aren't you afraid?"

"Why should I be afraid? It's just a few magic lines, what's the big deal, I just suck it up for Xianjun."

"Xianjun is a good person, but not a real monster."

The boy's eyes were clear and bright.

Zhang Yuan's heart felt a little hot.

I think, whether it is Wu Qiuyu 400 years ago or him today, they are all lucky.

God entrusted him with a mission, and did not treat him badly, and sent such a little thing like a jewel like a treasure to his side.Although, the two fates between them did not seem to end well.

"Wait for me, don't move."

The two wooden doors followed his movements and opened without wind.

Facing the wind and snow, he walked out of those two doors.