The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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The weather in Songming City is not very good recently, dark clouds are densely covered, dark and gloomy, like a huge black hole, with thunder and lightning flickering in it, brewing an upcoming storm.

At this time, even the snow is not so pure white, paper ashes are scattered everywhere, which is extremely weird.

The raccoon cat flicked its fur, shook the snow that fell on its body to the ground, and jumped into Jiang Miaomiao's arms with a meow, found a comfortable place to nestle and closed its eyes.

Before returning to the city, Xie Yang fed it a small dried fish, and finally remembered its "accent problem".

Xie Yang reluctantly followed behind Jiang Shuyu, and said, "Isn't it just a flower, why are you in such a hurry, just ask someone to bring it back..."

Yes, he and Jiang Miaomiao—even Jiang Yingyue, the three of them tried to persuade Jiang Shuyu to stay, but the longer the time dragged on, the more Jiang Shuyu became restless, fearing that this ghost holding fire would wither one day, but I don't want to think about whether my wound will open again.

Jiang Shuyu said: "Ghosts holding fire are not ordinary flowers and plants, I don't worry about others."

As they said that, they walked through the long steps to the outside of the White Jade Hall. Two tall guards were standing around the gate with spears in their hands. They saw Jiang Shuyu coming and did not stop them. But when Xie Yang was about to follow in, he suddenly put down his spears. Come and stop him.

Xie Yang pointed at Jiang Miaomiao: "Hey! They are all disciples of Immortal Master Jiang. Why can this kid get in and I can't? It's because I'm not his own son. What's the rule in Songming City?!"

The guard turned a deaf ear, still maintaining a blocking posture.

It wasn't until Jiang Shuyu looked back and said to the two guards, "Let him in." Then he retracted the spear.

"An idiot." Jiang Miaomiao rolled her eyes, put the raccoon cat in her arms on the ground, patted its plump buttocks and said, "Huahua, you go back to the mountain first, we will be there after seeing the master."

He couldn't let it in, but he remembered Hua Huayan and Wen Yumian's two cloud-spotted parrots for a long time...

"Meow……"

Huahua reluctantly responded, flicked her tail a few times, and ran in the direction of Changliu Mountain, but disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The White Jade Palace was as warm as spring, and the two parrots were still there, but the fatter one was fatter, and the thinner one was more skinny. They stood dejectedly on a high place, and did not lift their eyelids when they saw someone coming.

"Zhen'er," Wen Yumian closed his fan, got up and walked to the roof, "Come with me."

It seems that they already know the news that they have found Ghost Qinghuo.

Xie Yang's "contact" these days is Wen Yumian in the illusion. At the first sight, he feels uncomfortable when he sees a real person. For the time being, he can't connect the lord of this city with the young monk in the past. Looking at Jiang Shuyu , from the beginning to the end, just like what he said himself - as if it never happened.

"It's really a fairy teacher, it's enough to pretend." Xie Yang thought with concern.

The road to the top of the White Jade Hall is long and boring. Xie Yang can only focus on the tablets placed on the walls along the way. Row after row, they are placed as high as a mountain. He has never entered the White Jade Hall in his previous life, but he heard The other brothers have said that these tablets belong to those monks who have cultivated to the eternal bliss of immortality. They are gone, and only this piece of wood is left as a memory.

Bored, he glanced roughly...

Wang Zheng... Liu Shiba... Liang Yulin... Qiu Ci'an...

Autumn farewell?

Finally seeing a familiar name, Xie Yang suddenly remembered a rumor he had heard before:

According to legend, there is a fairyland in the depths of Songming City, called the Phoenix Realm. The ladder in the region can lead directly to the fairyland. It is the first place that monks must pass after becoming a fairy. It is a bitter place, not only will you never get out, but you will also be made into a puppet to stay here forever.And the domain master of the Phoenix Domain is Qiu Ci'an.

"Phoenix Realm...so there really is such a place." Xie Yang thought.

"How did you get there?" Suddenly, a thick voice sounded above his head, seeming a little impatient.

Hearing this, Xie Yang threw away the sign and hid behind Jiang Shuyu, regretting that he had to come in just now for the sake of face.

"What is he?"

Jiang Shuyu said: "Something happened, it was delayed."

The man crossed his arms with both hands, and the muscles on his arms raised his dark purple repair robe high up. His eyes were scrutinized, and he scanned every face condescendingly. After a long while, he said: "Hmph! With two oil bottles, No wonder there is a delay!"

Ji Ruchou from Lingjian Villa is not at all polite even if he is facing Jiang Shuyu.

Wen Yumian patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, it's hard to see each other again, why bother to fight with each other as soon as we come up."

After finishing speaking, he said to Jiang Shuyu: "A few days ago, there was a little turmoil due to arrogance. I asked the owner of Ji Zhuang to help me. Don't worry, it's all right."

"I'm late." Jiang Shuyu said.

Ji Ruqiu hummed heavily, and his gaze shifted from Jiang Shuyu's face to Jiang Miaomiao's body. Jiang Miaomiao curled her lips quietly, clasped her fists and said, "Master Uncle."

Ji Ruchou: "Yes."

"Huh?" He frowned, and his eyes returned to Jiang Shuyu, pointing to the half of his head exposed behind him, and said, "What is that?"

His head shrank, trying to weaken his sense of existence.

Jiang Miaomiao replied, "It's Bu Jiuliu, the new apprentice my dad took in at the Spiritual Code Conference a few months ago."

"Hehe," Xie Yang laughed dryly, and had no choice but to come out from behind Jiang Shuyu, "Master... Uncle?"

He doesn't really want to meet Ji Ruchou. Ever since he killed his adoptive father more than ten years ago, Ji Ruchou has been blocking him all over the world. In the past two years, there have been 100 or 180 battles. It was Ji Ruchou who instigated it, and he was so stalking that he got used to it no matter what he did, as long as he knew Ji Ruchou was nearby.

Ji Ruqiu narrowed his eyes, and stared at him for a long time. Just when Xie Yang thought he recognized him and had planned his escape route, he finally said, "Jiang Shuyu, this is your talented newcomer." Disciple? It looks the same as the previous one, it looks like a mallet, will you accept disciples in Changliu Mountain?"

Xie Yang: "..."

Jiang Shuyu: "It has nothing to do with you."

Ji Ruchou: "The dog bit Lu Dongbin!"

After all, the two ignored each other, and the top of the White Jade Palace became silent for a moment.

Wen Yumian shook off the fan, and helplessly brought the topic back on track: "Zhen'er, where are the flowers?"

"Here," Jiang Shuyu untied a Qiankun bag from his waist and put it in Wen Yumian's hands, "There is a monster inside that can shoot arrows."

Wen Yumian nodded in surprise, and led the crowd to the center of the hall...

Xie Yang saw the arrogance of the Demon Sword. Although it was sealed by layers of shackles, it could still resonate with him. This tremor went straight to the bottom of his heart, making people unable to extricate themselves from falling into it.

Suddenly, he felt a burst of indescribable grief and indignation, and the arrogant ghost howled unceasingly. It turned out that it was Wen Yumian who took the ghost Qinghuo out...

The flowers are still red and attractive, and there is no problem of dryness and water shortage that Jiang Shuyu was worried about. Instead, as soon as he sensed the arrogant evil spirit, he burst into a big fire, just like what the Hainan stone tablet said, and it seemed that he was really in harmony with it. contend.

When the sword and the flower met, they rushed out a few feet in hostility. Wen Yumian had no spiritual power and was thrown several meters away. Fortunately, Jiang Shuyu was watching and protecting him from behind, so that he would not fall too embarrassingly.

Xie Yang was dragged there in an instant.

"Look, your enemies are here..."

"Pick me up...kill them!"

"If there is only one person in this world who treats you well, it should be me."

"Ah Yang, come with me, you and I are far apart, we can go wherever we want..."

In the end, Jian Zhong stretched out his hand towards him, and unexpectedly, he had a face exactly like Jiang Shuyu's...

"Master."

Under the control of the innocent soul in the sword, Xie Yang's eyes were red, and he walked slowly towards Arrogance almost obsessively. He stretched out his hand, wanting to embrace the long-lost feeling of the unity of human and sword.

"What are you doing! Don't die!"

Suddenly, Ji Ruchou next to him shouted loudly and pushed him out.