Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Shen Zhexue was in a mess, the night wind was blowing across the branches, and all the trembling in the wind were the ones he didn't know where to start.

It took seven or eight breaths, but he couldn't recover from Shi Yuan's statement "I am the devil".

His eyes turned black and then white, and for a moment it was as if his soul had left his body, floating on the bloody king's seal on the stone table, and when he turned his head, he could see his stunned foolish appearance again.

"This, this..." Shen Zhexue could hardly come up with a complete sentence, so much so that she needed to make gestures with one hand to match the atmosphere.His eyes went back and forth between Shi Yuan and Wang Xi, and then he said: "How do you do it?"

The bright red Wang Xi seems to have undergone special treatment, and no magic energy has leaked out. The magic patterns on it are arrogant and unrestrained, and its posture is as quiet as a chicken.

Shi Yuan looked at him squarely, looked deeply into his eyes, and said, "There were a lot of twists and turns, but luckily my wish came true."

The eight characters are light and fluttering, as if it is not a big problem to win the position of the devil, but it seems that it took some effort to complete a Taoism analysis question assigned by Shen Zhexue.

"No, no." Shen Zhexue clarified her thoughts, and knocked her knuckles on the table, "The strength of the devil general should not be underestimated. You are still young, how can they be willing to obey you."

Shi Yuan's lips involuntarily raised a smile.

The master didn't have the fear of not being my race because of his identity as a demon cultivator or the demon clan, but instead asked him about his situation in the demon clan so urgently.

Cooperating with Shen Zhexue's speed of speaking, he said with utmost simplicity: "Not all demon generals are rebellious, at least half of them only recognize blood."

The demon lord tried his best to take away his own son, just because of this bloodline.

"As for the rest of the demon generals who are disobedient, the trend of benefiting is one kind, and the one who has been subjected to the demon lord's power for many years is also the same-" Shi Yuan said calmly, "not to mention that the demon lord has become crazy in recent years. He has already killed most of the things that should be killed, and the rest are just stubbornly resisting, and it is not difficult to cure."

Shen Zhexue stared at him silently.Shi Yuan held on for a while, and said, "...it's still a bit difficult."

The cold air spread from under the stone bench, and the ice actually firmly fixed Shi Yuan's feet on the ground.

Shen Zhexue squinted and smiled, as if you didn't want to leave unless you made it clear.

Shi Yuan thought about it, took out a thin booklet from the red bracelet, turned it upside down and pushed it in front of Shen Zhexue.

Shen Zhexue glanced at the cover, it was a story about a monk in a bad street, and it was related to the demon race, because the specially enlarged word "magic" on the cover made the overall style of the book quite peculiar.

Under Shen Zhexue's puzzled gaze, Shi Yuan explained: "This book is rewritten by a certain colleague based on his disciple's experience. There are exaggerations and inversions, but the experience is almost the same."

Shen Zhexue was silent, and said for a while: "You dare to say that?"

"Because it is too bizarre, the sales volume is very bad, and it is no longer copied."

Shen Zhexue: "..."

He put the book into the jade tablet, raised his eyes to look at the distance floating out of the white belly, and deeply felt that the night was too turbulent, so he said: "It's dawn, go back first."

Shen Zhexue stood up, but Shi Yuan was still sitting upright, "What's wrong?"

"Master, this disciple can't move his legs." Shi Yuan couldn't help saying with a smile.

After playing, my brain is completely useless.Shen Zhexue helped his forehead, removed the icicle from Shiyuan's feet, and stretched out his hand, "It's not numb from the cold, I can't do this again next time, and I won't blame you for anything."

Shi Yuan raised his hand to hold it, and the cuff slid down, revealing the red bracelet on his wrist and the three ice flowers wrapped around the red bracelet.

A plum blossom with a gap, and two crystal-clear spiritual flowers were sealed with ice, strung on thin red threads, and closely entangled with the red bracelet.

Shen Zhexue pulled Shi Yuan up, clenched the hand beside her uncomfortably, then turned around and said quickly: "Hurry up, don't let anyone find out."

After saying that, I suddenly felt that this sentence was not right anywhere.

He thought about it for a while, but he didn't come up with a good or bad idea, he just went out of the secret realm with Shi Yuan.

The golden morning glow came from the window of the spirit boat, Shen Zhexue opened his eyes, got up and leaned out the window, most of the Baiye spirit boat parked above the intersection of the four directions had left.

The several spiritual boats headed by Emperor Taiqing were also moving slowly, which was the wind that was about to set sail.

Shen Zhexue rubbed her neck, and Shi Yuan arranged the early food on the table, when a paper crane jumped in from the window.

Shi Yuan flicked his fingers to a little bit of inspiration, and the paper crane spoke out, and it was Qiao Tan's voice: "Brother Shi, hurry up, we are missing one of three, can you give me a hand?"

Shen Zhexue stared at the crumpled paper crane, and said, "Three missing one?"

"Elder Shen?!" Zhihe immediately hugged himself tightly.

"That's all." Shen Zhexue waved his hand, "I know you are bored, but the evening is coming, so take it easy."

Qiao Tan snorted, "Let's say that Elder Shen is the best!" Xie Zhuchun's voice came from the paper crane, "Please, two aunts and grandmas, can you please leave some roast goose for me, I can't just eat white water to go with it. Melon seeds."

"You go, Shiyuan." Shen Zhexue flicked the paper crane away, "I'll stay and read the script."

Shi Yuan blushed slightly, nodded and withdrew.

At this moment, Shen Zhexue felt that Shi Yuan was still her thin-faced disciple, and what kind of demon master was unreal.

Qiao Tan's spirit boat swung past Shen Zhexue's spirit boat, and she could faintly hear her laughter.

Five years, Shen Zhexue thought.

If it was really Feihong treading the snow, the little girl at that time had turned into a bright young girl, and Shi Yuan and the others were going to spend their doomed short teenage years after all.

...that's how he became a demon lord.

Shen Zhexue leaned against the window with her head pressed, took out the book that Shi Yuan had given her, and began to read it in the morning light.

He was very serious, and he didn't know that he thought he was reading an unfathomable book of Taoism.

The spirit boat was advancing rapidly, but the speed obviously slowed down after officially drifting into the western realm. Every time it traveled for a while, it would stop to be inspected by the puppet of the mechanism descended by the emperor, and breaking through would only trigger the indiscriminate attack of the mechanism.

As for what is to be checked, it is not some Xuanxuan fairy artifact, but the fate of everyone who steps into the emperor's son Jiangxi.

No one knows what the rules are, but it is true that there will be monks who are forbidden to enter every time. It is rumored that their destiny is in trouble with the emperor's descent, and if they don't enter, they can be safe.

The emperor's son Jiangxi's rules for selecting people who are destined to be destined are too bizarre, but they are very knowledgeable, and they will never make mistakes.

It wasn't until nightfall that more than a dozen leaf spirit boats were able to pass through the barriers and land on Dizijiangxi.

It is said that each of the three sects occupies a blessed place in the cave. The Taiqing sect has one peak and one season.

However, these legends are probably inaccurate, because the real emperor Jiangxi was not built on the lake, and in Lingping, any place that can be down to earth is not the inner sect.

The emperor of Neizong descended, with the star platform as the center, the main hall, the residence of the eight spirit monarchs, and the small rooms of the spirit halls were all suspended above a lake with a radius of hundreds of miles in formations, like stars hanging in the night sky, magnificent and brilliant , The aura is majestic.

When they arrived, it was already dark, and the eaves of the temples were illuminated with spiritual lights, like lotus lanterns floating on the water, holy to the awe-inspiring point.

In addition to the admissions approved by the destiny, every year after the big competitions of various sects in the cultivation world, the emperor Jiangxi will allow the new disciples of each major sect to come to ask divination. The number of each sect is not fixed. Because of this, there are twice as many people as before.

But in the vast Dizi Jiangxi, after getting off the boat, there was still no one else to be seen, only a servant in a wide robe and purple clothes was in charge of meeting the spirit boat when it landed.

Xubu Taiqing got quite a lot of places this year.

Although all the masters in the sect really don't want to let the little disciples go because of the successive incidents before, but the prestige of the emperor Jiangxi is too strong. Its reputation cannot be underestimated in the world.

Not letting the disciples come is tantamount to tearing faces with the emperor Jiang Xi, which is not a scene that any sect would like to see.

After all, Emperor Zijiang Xi is really too unpredictable sect, the powerful cultivator Du Jie Patriarch is not their reliance, the barrier behind them is the way of heaven that everyone admires.

Shen Zhexue, the disciple sent by the Taiqing Sect this time, has seen half of them. Except Yuan Xiyan, who was not allowed to come because of his special status, almost all the others who should come, even Qin Guzhen got permission.

Before departure, her fellow seniors even went to comfort her, but she herself was quite calm, without much emotional ups and downs.

It's just that Shen Zhexue felt that her breath was tense, but she was actually not as calm as she appeared on the surface.

In addition, the three teachers who led the team were also very familiar with it. The white-bearded old man who tested Shi Yuan's spiritual roots stepped off the spirit boat and knocked on the ground a few times with his crutches.

This elder's surname is An, although he can be regarded as a senior, he is not an old man in the Taiqing sect. He looks like this because he is naturally born, aged, sick and died when he is practicing enlightenment and Taoism. Du led the team here, much more experienced than Shen Zhexue.

As for the other one, Shen Zhexue was even more familiar with the chill when the spirit boat landed.

Yan Yuanhan got off the spirit boat by himself, still serious, thousands of miles away.

Elder An said to Shen Zhexue on the ground: "Elder Yan is so warm-hearted but cold-faced, it is inevitable that the disciples will be afraid."

Shen Zhexue thinks it's okay, Yan Yuanhan has this temperament, and besides, he doesn't have direct disciples, the students in the sect are at most destined to attend a few classes.

But when it comes to this, Shen Zhexue asked casually: "Old An, did Elder Yan's direct disciple follow Elder Yan in the same way?"

He asked this question coincidentally, Mr. An stroked his beard, and recalled: "Well, I was still held by someone at that time, but I still remember that Brother Zhou took a group of us children to make mechanical birds, one of which was a wooden phoenix. It's very interesting."

"Then why did Zhou Ling go astray later?"

The term "evil cultivator" in the cultivation world thousands of years ago generally refers to cultivators who have evil intentions and do a lot of evil.

Among them, Zhou Ling, Yan Yuanhan's first disciple, yelled the loudest, because he was too eye-catching.

Shen Zhexue had to wonder whether his position as an "evil cultivator" was abbreviated to this person, referring to monks related to evil currents.

"Well, we didn't know what happened at that time." Elder An sighed: "When the big formation fell, we children were all in the southern boundary. After a while, we heard that the big formation was not working, and then we said it was going to destroy the world. I was scared to death, but Brother Zhou was supposed to be protecting the formation at that time, but we never saw each other again after that, and then..." He shook his head, "How did it become like that."

"Protecting the formation." Shen Zhexue repeated, "It should be very difficult to protect the formation and escape from death."

Elder An agreed: "Yeah, arrays need array guards to a certain extent, I don't like those very much, I always feel like I've handed myself over to others, it's better to be at ease with the sword in my hand .”

For example, in the mirror array to seal the blazing and secluded evil lock array, when the array is cast to a certain strength, the eyes of the array are almost in a completely passive state, so it is necessary to entrust life and death to the guardians of the array.

Shen Zhexue thought to herself, no matter how powerful the formation is, it is still a formation in the final analysis, so the delay in opening the formation when the emperor descended was most likely due to the attack on the eye of the formation.

So who can break through the numerous protective methods at that moment and severely injure the eyes of the formation?

Or maybe the accident came from the person guarding the eyes of the formation.

The disciples of Taiqingzong had all disembarked from the spirit boat and followed behind the three elders, while senior brother Xie Zhuchun stood between them - he was approved to enter the emperor's descending for asking questions, at this moment Looking around with arms folded in boredom.

The maid in charge of escorting came forward, carrying an octagonal palace lantern. The totem of heaven and creation was painted on the surface of the lamp. The complicated purple clothes were dragged on the transparent ground of the huge spiritual array, and thousands of stars were reflected under the feet. unnamed lake.

The maid bowed slightly and said, "This way please."

The voice is like jade, when you look up, you have a pair of gray-blue glazed eyes, and the contours of your face are exquisitely carved, which is an extremely stunning appearance.

The little disciple who came here for the first time said in surprise, "It's so beautiful."

"Don't get lost." Xie Zhuchun raised his chin towards the woman, "This is not human."

"Brother Xie, what did you say?" the little disciple asked in confusion.

Xie Zhuchun waited for the maid to turn around, raised her hand to summon a gust of wind, and said, "Look carefully at its neck."

The sound of gasping for air rose and fell among the disciples in the front row.

The breeze blew away the man's thick long hair, and it didn't seem to notice it.

On the back of the white neck of the maid who was born like a jade, there was a mark that looked like it had been branded with wax paint. The mark extended a red line, went up to the back of her head, and down into the collar.

"That's a puppet." Qin Guzhen in the team explained in a low voice.

Immediately, a younger brother who was interested in this Tao came to ask for details, Qin Guzhen said: "This is a kind of painted skin puppet, and its seal should be the creation of the beautiful Lingjun. Fill it with the painted skin, the red line is the place where the painted skin fits, from where the skin bag can be unfolded to both sides, and it can be washed or changed regularly.”

The little disciple rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, "Hiss, it sounds scary."

"But it's really pretty." Another disciple said softly.

Qin Guzhen comforted them, "This is the pleasure of that Lingjun. At first I knew it was a little scary, but as long as I think of it like a sword with a beautiful tassel hanging on it, it will be fine."

"..." The little disciple trembled, this analogy didn't sound good at all.

"Then is this kind of puppet immortal like in the legend?"

Qin Guzhen denied it and said, "No, it's all rumors, puppets have weaknesses, and if you find a weakness, it's very easy to damage it."

"Then it..." The questioner pointed to the girl in purple who was leading the way.

Qin Guzhen carefully considered her words, fearing to scare them again, said: "It's easy to do, this kind of poking with a sword just breaks the skin, if it's more complicated, just break the wooden bones."

Doesn't this frankly tear people apart? !

The little disciples didn't ask any more questions, and walked forward like quails.

The purple-clothed maid stopped and turned around. Since everyone knew that it was a puppet, they could also notice carefully that the movements of this extremely beautiful girl in front of her were very rigid when she turned around, and her exquisite face was lifeless.

"The Zongmen Ceremony will be held in three days. Everyone, please temporarily stay in the Yuanyou Building. If you need anything, you can call me with the wooden bell." After saying these words, a spiritual light overflowed from himself, and the skin and wooden bones turned into purple moths. The worm flew up into the sky with the spiritual power, and when it fell lightly, it had turned into small wooden bells.

On the tongue inside the wooden bell are the distribution of each room and the precautions for the emperor's words and deeds. A small roll of thin purple gauze is a ribbon hanging from the inside of the wooden bell, just like the complicated purple clothes of the maid just now.

"This--"

Everyone was shocked, a female disciple hugged Qin Guzhen's arm, "What's wrong with it?"

Qin Gu really said helplessly: "Save materials..."