After dressing up as a demon

It was getting dark.

After Shen Cang finished his meditation, he opened his eyes and looked at the time on the panel.

It was past zero, and Jiang Yundu obviously didn't plan to come back today.

Just a little weird.

Jiang Yundu came to help him heal his injuries on time every night, and he couldn't be shaken.What happened today?

Shen Cang remembered the mirror of reincarnation only after thinking about it.

According to the agreement, after Bi Yuntian repaired the mirror of reincarnation, he would remove the poison of love from Jiang Yundu's body.Perhaps the method of lifting is cumbersome and time-consuming.

The silver cord on the wrist has not moved.

If there was an accident, Jiang Yundu would at least give him a signal.

During this sensitive period recently, it's better for him not to actively disturb.

Thinking of this, Shen Cang got up to wash up briefly, closed the door with his sleeves, and went back to bed to sleep.

—

Bihua Palace.

Midday on the moon.

The reincarnation mirror is still hanging in the air in the room.

Feng Huan tapped on one knee, not daring to raise his head.

He didn't know what his master saw in the mirror of reincarnation, he just knew it wouldn't be a good thing.

The hall has been dead silent for a long time, and the heavy coercion has not dissipated for a long time.

Clearly only facing the master's back, but an uncontrollable sense of crisis of being completely seen through surfaced in his heart.

Feng Huan understood.

The master's consciousness has never been recovered.

Suddenly.

The coercion suddenly sank.

Feng Huan let out a muffled snort, and propped himself up on the ground with one hand, so as not to fall on the ground in embarrassment.

At this moment, the sense of crisis of being seen through suddenly dissipated.

Before Feng Huan had time to feel grateful for his master's recovery of his consciousness, a gust of wind flashed in front of him——

"Den!"

The reincarnation mirror was suddenly nailed into the side room pillar, deeply embedded like a sword blade.

Feng Huan intuitively felt that the cold sword energy brushed against his waist, and his body softened by half, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

He couldn't guess what the master's spiritual sense had just seen, but for the sake of his life, he still bit the bullet and said: "Master?"

Could it be that the person in the mirror of reincarnation is not Shen Cang?

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to understand why the master cares so much...

Hearing the voice of others, Jiang Yundu closed his eyes.

What he saw in the mirror came back to him.

The face that is always indifferent is slowly revealed, and the smiling eyes look forward from the mirror, as if they are looking at people from outside the country.

He raised his hand, and another figure walked up to him from the outside direction, interlocking his fingers in an intimate gesture.

It was just a simple light kiss, but it was not out of love.

Jiang Yundu's grip on the bead string was slightly tighter.

In the picture is Shen Cang's face that he has been used to for a long time.

"Where is the Unfeeling Pill?"

What Feng Huan is most afraid of at the moment is Jiang Yundu mentioning the Unfeeling Pill.

He has already seen that his master's attitude towards the Samsara Mirror is definitely not satisfactory, but the Samsara Mirror is a fairy product, and it is also a dead thing, and he...

Feng Huan glanced at the mirror deeply embedded in the pillar beside him again, and said with difficulty: "My master, the Unfeeling Pill has not been refined yet..."

He held his breath, "We are searching for the remaining main medicine, which cannot be replaced."

Jiang Yundu opened his eyes again: "How long will it take?"

"Subordinate... I don't know..."

To Feng Huan's surprise, the tone in front of him was still flat.

"Ah."

Feng Huan looked down at the dense cracks on the ground, his heart skipped a beat.

The master personally fetched the elixir, but he couldn't hand over the elixir for a long time. He thought it was inevitable that he would die this time, but did the master not pursue his fault?

He waited with apprehension, and when he heard no more explanations, he got up and left consciously.

The door "squeaks".

The room was quiet.

—

not far away.

peak.

Daoist Lingji was drinking tea against the moon, and suddenly felt something, so he picked up the gourd and went back to his residence.

As soon as the door opened, Jiang Yundu was seen standing by the window with his hands behind his back.

Like the moonlight pouring on his body, the white dust particles danced on his shoulders.

He is dressed in the light of a silver moon, like a god in the fairy palace, you cannot look directly at him, but his sharp and stern facial features are hidden in the shadow of the moon, making his outline more profound and unhuman.

The hand of Daoist Lingji who opened the door paused in mid-air before continuing to step across the threshold: "What is your honor doing?"

Jiang Yundu withdrew his gaze: "I'm here to ask you how to cut off the thread of love."

Daoist Lingji said: "I remember, Bi Yuntian is already refining the Unfeeling Pill?"

Jiang Yundu said: "There is still a lack of the main medicine."

The clever man sighed secretly.

He intends to persuade Jiang Yundu to wait for a while, but the previous three attempts of persuasion have failed, so he no longer wastes his time in vain.

At this time, the mirror of reincarnation slowly floated in front of him.

Daoist Lingji raised his hand to pick it up, saw the cracked corner at a glance, his long eyebrows twitched slightly, and pointed to the silent restoration as before.

"With the mirror of reincarnation in hand, it's not difficult to cut off the thread of love, but..."

Jiang Yundu said: "But it's okay to say."

Daoist Lingji looked at him: "It's just that you need to re-enter the reincarnation with the destined person. When the time comes, you will withdraw and leave. Naturally, the fate will be broken."

Others have no way of knowing what Jiang Yundu saw in the reincarnation mirror, but being able to see it is also a result, which means that Jiang Yundu is indeed entangled in reincarnation with the destined person.

It is the safest solution to break the love in this life and to break it in the previous life.

Seeing that Jiang Yundu hadn't opened his mouth, the real Lingji said again: "If everything goes well, you will never meet the person you are destined to meet in this life."

Hearing this, Jiang Yundu looked back and looked in the direction of the side hall, brushing the silver rope repeatedly with his fingertips, unconsciously: "Really."

Daoist Lingji nodded: "But this method also has disadvantages."

"speak."

Daoist Lingji said: "Re-entering reincarnation is equivalent to reliving the past life. Actions are easily affected by past lives. Opportunities are fleeting. You must always remember it."

"What can you do to help me act soberly?"

"Keeping the spark of spiritual consciousness and letting your lord retain his memory is already the power of the mirror of reincarnation." Daoist Lingji shook his head, "There is no other way for mediocre people. However, with your lord's heart being firm, nothing will happen."

Jiang Yundu didn't hesitate to put himself in danger for the sake of slaying love, even if he re-entered reincarnation, he thought, he would remain as firm as ever.

"The destined person." Jiang Yundu said, "Does he also have memories?"

Daoist Lingji said: "Not bad."

"Let him forget."

Daoist Lingji was slightly stunned: "If you want to forget, you will have no memory when you enter reincarnation. It doesn't belong to the past life, and it doesn't count as the present life..."

"He is enough."

Daoist Lingji was stunned.

Jiang Yundu's tone made him confused, but before he could speak, the figure by the window had disappeared.

—

At the foot of Biyun Mountain.

Duan family.

Duan Hongfeng walked to the backyard, looked around warily, and then raised his hand to push open the courtyard door.

"Father."

Duan Hongfeng shook violently.

Turning to see Duan Ye, he asked vigilantly, "Ye'er, why are you here?"

Duan Ye passed him, looked behind him, and asked, "What's inside?"

Duan Hongfeng put on a serious face: "Didn't I say it, my father was seriously injured by the demon clan, this place is for my father to recuperate from his wounds, the demonic energy is overflowing, it is not suitable for cultivators to enter, you should stay away!"

Duan Ye looked at him quietly, with a half-smile in his eyes.

This gaze reminded Duan Hongfeng of the unbearable past, his cheeks twitched for a moment, and his tone was cold: "Okay, Ye'er, go get busy."

After speaking, he walked into the backyard and hurriedly closed the door to block Duan Ye's sight.

He leaned against the door and gritted his teeth hard.

Jiang Yundu!

It was all this rebellious son who caused his suzerain position to be taken away, and everyone betrayed their relatives. As time passed, even Duan Ye was not very close to him.

Hearing the sound of footsteps leaving behind him, Duan Hongfeng let out a breath, straightened up, and walked towards the main room in the courtyard.

Still outside the door, he cupped his hands and said, "My lord."

"How is today?"

Duan Hongfeng's face was gloomy: "Shen Cang doesn't get in, it's hard to get close."

In the past two days, he listened to the other party's orders and sent many people to deal with Shen Cang, men and women, fat, swallows and thin. Unexpectedly, Shen Cang would not pay attention to any of them, and would not even pay him a glance.

A cultivator from the mortal world, so desireless?

If it wasn't for the fact that he saw the relevant information about the Extreme Emotion Sect when investigating Shen Cang, he would rather suspect that there was something wrong with Shen Cang's affairs in the room.

"Where's Jiang Yeqing?"

Duan Hongfeng said: "This man surnamed Jiang is elusive, and he has not been seen at all for the past two days."

"Is it the same at this moment?"

Duan Hongfeng said: "Yes."

After a long pause inside the door, he said, "Go down."

Duan Hongfeng left.

Qianji got up from the table and paced left and right.

Your Majesty is not here, but the words are still ringing in your ears.

"Qing Xiao and Qi Yuan's coming to the world in person is an unprecedented opportunity for the demons. You said that they have performed the ceremony of the Duke of Zhou. This matter is by no means simple, or it may have something to do with their reincarnation."

"If my guess is right, they will definitely restart their reincarnation when they get the mirror of reincarnation. Before you find out when and where the reincarnation restarts, no matter what method you use, kill the two of them in the mirror of reincarnation, or you must destroy the reincarnation. The love between the two of them."

"The reincarnation is not possible, they have no way to return, the immortal body is gone, and the demons will re-enter the immortal world just around the corner."

Qianji sighed softly, and sat back at the table.

The majesty entrusted him with such a heavy responsibility, but if he wanted to trust him, how could he fail.

But even though Ji Mo Dan had been let go, he didn't know the time and place when the reincarnation restarted.

Dijun is difficult to approach, how can he get news from Dijun?

For now...

Qianji sighed again, and flew into the mountains and forests like a shadow.

—

Bihua side hall.

Shen Cang had just fallen asleep when he heard the knock on the door.

He raised his hand and pressed the bridge of his nose, lifted the quilt and stood up: "Come in."

But it wasn't Jiang Yundu who came.

It was Biyuntian's disciple who had met once before.

"It's you?"

The disciple lowered his eyebrows and looked down, but he still didn't dare to raise his head to meet people like last time: "Disciple came to thank Fellow Daoist Shen for giving me the medicine."

Shen Cang waved his hand: "Is the injury better?"

His voice was a little hoarse when he just woke up, Qianji couldn't help raising his eyes a little, seeing that the front of his undershirt, which he had closed casually, was in disarray, he quickly lowered his head, and cursed Duan Hongfeng secretly.

"I don't know if there are other people in Shen Daoyou's room, this disciple will leave now!"

"Another person?" Shen Cang smiled, "Are you referring to yourself?"

Qianji froze.

Damn Duan Hongfeng, is this the emperor who has no desires or desires? ?

Shen Cang walked to the table, intending to pour a glass of water to moisten his throat.

Seeing him approaching, Qianji took a step back subconsciously: "Fellow Daoist..."

Shen Cang took another step forward: "Huh?"

Qianji still wanted to back away, but the voice of the Lord sounded in his head, and his feet seemed to be rooted, and he did not move.

That's it!

For the great cause of the king, what's the problem with such small things!

Just as he made up his mind, a strong wind blew up behind him, the doors and windows were thrown up, and the collision was frantic!

Qianji turned around.

A figure stood by the door.

familiar scene.

A familiar desire to escape suddenly rose in Qianji's heart.

Jiang Yundu's icy gaze swept across him, but he didn't stop at Shen Cang. He only spoke in a cold voice, as if he was just passing by, "Fellow Daoist Shen, Biyuntian Sect Master Jiang Yundu invites you to go. You'd better leave immediately."

Fellow Daoist Shen?

Shen Cang hadn't tasted the meaning of this address yet, when he heard the supplement, he said instead: "Here we come."

Qianji breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he saw his clothes, he suddenly remembered something, pretended to turn around unintentionally, bumped half a step towards Shen Cang, and quickly apologized: "Sorry!"

Shen Cang didn't care, went out with him, and flew to Bihua Palace with Yujian.

Jiang Yundu was in the hall.

Feng Huan and Master Lingji stood by his side.

Shen Cang looked around: "Where's Jiang Yeqing?"

Jiang Yundu's expression was cold.

Feng Huan said in a low voice: "He has gone back to rest."

Shen Cang looked at Jiang Yundu: "The suzerain has something to do with me?"

Jiang Yundu's tone was cold: "You owe me your life, do one thing for me today, and you and I will settle the matter."

Feng Huan's heart beat faster just listening to it, and he had the urge to kneel down.

"Okay." Shen Cang only said, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Yundu looked at him deeply: "Enter reincarnation with me, and the rest are all matters, don't need to worry about it."

Shen Cang also looked at him: "Okay."

He owed the Demon Lord his life, and now he was just doing a favor. Since the Demon Lord didn't want to tell him the inside story, he did as he wished not to ask.

The surprise that flashed in Daoist Lingji's eyes when he saw him has faded away. After hearing the conversation between the two come to an end, seeing Jiang Yundu's signal, he made a trick to activate the mirror of reincarnation.

The spiritual power exerted by the celestial artifact rioted in the Jade Flower Hall, and the circle pattern that burst out when it rotated twisted, shaking the dust in the hall.

Jiang Yundu didn't look at Shen Cang, and when the entrance in the mirror opened, he flew down.

Shen Cang said to Feng Huan: "Please tell Jiang Yeqing."

"..." Feng Huan had no second choice, "I will."

"Thank you." Shen Cang nodded to him and walked towards the entrance.

Suddenly.

An imperceptible black shadow flew into Shen Cang's lapel from the window, and in the next moment, it entered the mirror of reincarnation together with him, and melted into it in the blink of an eye.