The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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In the early morning of the second day, before the sun came out, Xie Yang was dragged up, he yawned, and lazily said: "You all go, why do you want me to go?"

Besides, he still has to go to the White Jade Hall to get "Arrogance" back. Wouldn't it be a waste of time to go to Fenzhou?

But Jiang Shuyu's made up mind cannot be changed, he can only follow if he is not willing.

The two father and son entered the hall, but left Xie Yang outside to let the wind blow. He saw that the surroundings were deserted, and the monks guarding the gate were also scattered. After thinking about it, he sent a private message to Abang...

In the White Jade Hall, the dark red hostility swayed away like waves, and the red plums and green plants along the way immediately withered and withered. The culprit hung high in the center of the hall, and it was the arrogant demon sword sealed by hundreds of iron chains.

Wen Yumian shook off the folding fan in his hand, and said, "As you said, this magic sword really has self-awareness."

He performed such a small gesture with a personable manner, like a good young man, like eighteen, who can tell that he is nearly two hundred years old, and he is overdue.

Although he is the lord of the city, Wen Yumian is the only person without spiritual power among the four cultivators. It is said that he used to be a sword cultivator, but for some reason, he folded the sword with his own hands and wiped out his cultivation.

Jiang Shuyu looked young, but Wen Yumian looked a few years younger than him.

Such a person is Jiang Shuyu's savior and his "master".

Jiang Shuyu: "In other words, it was indeed not Xie Yang's original intention to steal "Erosion Yuan" back then."

"You can't say that," Wen Yumian said, "All the monks saw him stealing books and killing mountain beasts with his own eyes, and the massacre of the city is also a fact. The book "Erosion Yuan" is good when it meets good, and evil when it meets evil. His six senses are unclear." Now that you know the truth, it may be difficult for you to rehabilitate a demon who has been dead for ten years."

"The disciple knows that he should be punished for what he did wrong, but I..." Jiang Shuyu paused, as if it was difficult to say the next thing, "If I believed him back then, maybe everything would be fine. Turning point, Xie Yang won't go into the magic way, and so many people won't die because of it..."

Wen Yumian: "If it's true according to what you say, how can there be good and evil in this world?"

"Being a human being, it is rare to be pure, so it is even more necessary for people to guide you. It is because the disciples have not done their job well."

Wen Yumian: "Here we go again..."

"Before entering Changliu, he was a man in the market, and the greed, anger, and ignorance of ordinary people accounted for a lot. Zhen'er, you are a monk, not his father." The two have been arguing endlessly over the issue of a "dead person" for many years. No matter how good-tempered Wen Yumian is, there will always be times when he becomes impatient.

Jiang Miaomiao pricked up her ears trying to understand what they were saying. At this moment, Huahua in his arms let out a low growl, and suddenly struggled to pounce on what Wen Yumian was holding in her right hand—the golden cage, one green, one blue, one Fat and thin, two clouded parrots.

When they came in just now, Wen Yumian was playing with the birds.

"Huahua!" Jiang Miaomiao yelled in a low voice, tightened her arms and locked her greedy cat in her arms, and smiled awkwardly.

But obviously no one in the temple cares except him now.

"Just because the disciple is a monk, no matter how big or small, he must take the suffering of all living beings into his heart..."

"So you don't care about those sentient beings who died in vain?!"

"Xie Changliu... is also a sentient being."

Wen Yumian stared at the disciple he had grown up with since he was a child, and could hardly find the shadow of the past. Who would have thought that this was a child who was so timid that he would hide behind him whenever he saw anyone.

Today's Jiang Shuyu is good everywhere, but sometimes he panics and becomes too tough. In this matter, he has been earnest for more than ten years, but it is a pity that he insists on going his own way, and runs out whenever he has time, looking for lost things. Now that the Demon Sword was not only found by him, but also confirmed the source of Xie Yang's hostility, he couldn't persuade him anymore.

Xie Changliu is dead, and the past about Fengdu Demon Lord has come to an end, how should he tell him.

When the stalemate was reached, the green cloud spotted bird called, Wen Yumian sighed softly, opened the folding fan again, and slapped it twice: "Forget it, forget it, you will be stubborn with me too, go, go to Fenzhou City Take the things back, as long as you can get rid of the remaining hostility, you can do whatever you want, but there is one thing, if something goes wrong, don't blame the teacher for not being able to protect you."

As usual, he, the master, was the one who gave in in the end.

"Yes." Jiang Shuyu got the answer, solemnly cupped his fists, turned around and strode away without any delay.

"The master, Jiang Miaomiao also resigned!"

Jiang Miaomiao looked away, bowed to Wen Yumian, and hurriedly followed.

He has heard similar conversations a lot and is used to them.

He had heard the story of Lord Jiangshan killing the devil for the people, and he had heard it since he was a child. It was said that his father killed his relatives righteously, was wise and courageous, and how...all of them were spread as heroic deeds, but he always felt that his father's feelings for the devil were absolutely absolute. It's not as simple as "the former lover".

When he first remembered, he often saw Jiang Shuyu talking to himself in the air, softly calling "Changliu". He used to think he was talking about mountains, but later he realized that he was calling people.

So he thought, that devil named Xie Changliu must, or must have been, someone very important to his father...

The sky was gloomy, and there was a damp smell in the air. The devil walked in the middle of the city, and he was also in a bad mood.

Fenzhou City is a newly emerging city. Its terrain is low-lying, so it has not seen the sun for many years. It should have been a deserted land, but fortunately, it has abundant water sources. , any rare and exotic grass will grow amazingly here.

It’s just that the people were very superstitious in the early days, and it was common for living people to sacrifice, and their own people did not dare to touch the land left by their ancestors. It was not until many foreigners discovered business opportunities that the industries of herbal medicine, agriculture, animal husbandry, and spices developed rapidly. In just a few decades, it has become a big city for the export of medicinal herbs, crowded with countless businessmen.

It was Xie Yang's first time here, and only then did he have a general understanding of the concept of "innumerable".

In such a crowded downtown, everyone seems to be like headless chickens and can't find their way, including Xie Yang, all rely on Jiang Shuyu's traction in the southeast and northwest, because this was his hometown.

No matter how Fenzhou City changes, for Jiang Shuyu, every road is an old road. Although there are many medicinal materials he is looking for, it is not difficult to find, and he can buy them in the same shop in less than a stick of incense. come out.

"Let's go now?"

Xie Yang opened his arms, blocking Jiang Shuyu's way, startled the passers-by, looked at him complainingly, and then detoured.

Xie Yang: "It's so lively here, can't we stay for two days..."

There are almost no Xiujie guards outside Songming City, so he invited Abang to come here. If he leaves now, it will not be a waste of opportunity.

Jiang Shuyu said indifferently: "Get out of the way, you are blocking the way."

He was as unreasonable as usual, so Xie Yang had no choice but to hug his arm and whisper in his ear: "Changliu Mountain is so cold and boring, there are so many people crowded here to keep warm, so stay a few more days, okay master?" ? Look at you, what you need most is to get a little more sparkle in the world..."

Pedestrians looked sideways, Jiang Miaomiao watched coldly for a while, and concluded: "Disgusting."

After saying that, he took Huahua away without looking back, leaving the two of them standing still and surrounded by strong crowds.

Jiang Shuyu's body froze when Xie Yang posted it, too many suspicious eyes were cast on him, he refused to stand here to be seen as a monkey, and he didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only say: "How decent! "

Xie Yang was shameless: "What kind of decency, I don't want my apprentice anymore."

If it was said that he wanted to grind the river and clear the rain just now, it would be completely malicious, deliberately letting this piece of ice be humiliated in public to dissipate the temperature, and he always pretended to be cold, and he was tired for him.

"Okay!" Jiang Shuyu stopped, took a deep breath and said, "I promise, let go."

Having succeeded, Xie Yang didn't bother too much, he let go of his arm, and smiled triumphantly at Jiang Shuyu.

Jiang Shuyu: "..."

After a while, Jiang Miaomiao, who was leading the way, stopped in front of an inn: "Here we are."

Xie Yang raised his head and saw an inn. The small-leaf red sandalwood plaque outside the door was inlaid with three big golden characters of "Huangliang Pavilion". Looking inside the door, among the colorful clouds, there were many picturesque phantom nuns and nuns holding their hands. Cups and trays, strolling among them, the dignitaries in brocade clothes and jade robes or the upper-middle-level cultivators laughed constantly, and the extravagant scenery clearly said "poor ghosts detour".

Due to Xie Yang's "personal reasons", their money bags were deflated too fast, they shouldn't have stopped at such a place, but who let this be the site of his own sister.