Daozun and I turned the enemy into gay[Jian San]

Everyone nodded in agreement with Xuan and Peak Master's words.

This was not something impossible.

Let alone Shu Yao as the person who was exposed, even if they knew it, they knew it, and accepting it was another matter.

At the thought of equating that girl from Tianyao, who is dressed like a cloud in colorful dresses, with Mozun...

It's a little hard to breathe just thinking about it.

Didn't you see that the owner of the inverted mountain over there has turned blue, his body is stiff, and he can't speak?

Didn't you see that opposite him, the head of Xuanshan on the other side covered his heart and rolled his eyes, fighting stubbornly with his heart disease?

Xuanhe Peak Master whispered: "I kind of understand why the friendship between Mozun and Pojunshi is so good."

The bright appearance of falling into the blue sky and mirroring the moon, and Tianyao are simply two flowers with one red and one white side by side.

It is true that the same hobbies shorten the distance between people.

Especially when the hobby is still niche.

Jiang Yunya whispered: "I also kind of understand why the previous Demon Lord and Seven Killers turned against them."

Even a little sympathy.

Maybe it was the persistence that made Xuetian and Qisha the only remaining conscience of the Demon Dao, making them unable to see how Shu Yao broke the army in a mess and harmed the Demon Dao?

The dean of the academy lowered the channel even more quietly: "Then here comes the problem—"

Several people held their breath.

Dean of the Academy: "The current Demon Dao is the Demon Lord and the Pojun Envoy who are in power."

Is there any way to save this demon?

Why are big people's hobbies so weird and extremely test people's heart endurance?

"..."

good question.

Xuan and Peak Master couldn't help but frowned, and suppressed his voice almost inaudible: "As the headmaster said, then the problem has come—"

"The Mozun and my senior brother are in love with each other, and it looks like they are going to become a Taoist couple..."

They Xuanshan, can their immortality be saved?

Breaking the military:"……"

Hopeless.

This kind of rumor-making, spreading rumors, and scribbling in the book is hopeless.

Everyone is Mahayana, do you think your almost inaudible voice is really inaudible?

Forget about Shu Yao, he was nowhere to be seen anyway.

Can you give him a little respect for the person present?

Po Jun turned his head and looked back.

The murderous aura in his eyes swished to Wan Chuanhe's body, and almost condensed into a knife in the air, gesturing to Wan Chuanhe's body meridians which is the most suitable place to kill.

Forcibly scaring Wan Chuan and a demon cultivator who is not afraid of anything, he said vigilantly, "Brother, what do you want?"

The spiritual power and magic breath that had previously sealed his mouth were removed, and Wan Chuanhe experienced the refreshment of being able to speak freely, breathed the dirty air in the abyss to his heart's content, and spoke loudly:

"It's not like I said, it's just a girl with a suspicious background, what about it? Isn't it just that she has a better-looking face, brother, are you so obsessed with sex?"

Breaking the military:"……"

Fuck you, open your eyes.

If Wan Chuanhe died one day under the cold sound and shadow and the sun and the moon shining on the wall, he would really die well, and he would not be wronged at all.

Wan Chuanhe only felt that he had a pair of eyes that could see through everything in the world, and that he had a deep awareness of beauty and bones, so he was very proud, very proud:

"Furthermore, brother, we are very good friends with Tanlang. If you do something, Tanlang won't be happy."

Wan Chuanhe leaned against a big tree to enjoy the shade, and tried to frantically intimidate Pojun with Shu Yao's banner.

Breaking the military:"……"

Brother, don't you know who is trying to kill you?

You are not wronged at all to die under the cold voice and silent shadow.

Wan Chuanhe was slow to realize something was wrong.

It was the people in the immortal way who looked at him a little wrongly.

Full of admiration and admiration for the hero who sacrifices himself for others and selflessly sacrifices; and is as gentle and compassionate as looking at a dying person.

It can be simply understood as looking at the pork that is about to be slaughtered and served on the table.

"Lord of the Ten Thousand Domains?"

Xuanhe Peak Master called out, and asked him affectionately: "Does Master Wanyu have any unfulfilled wishes? Or unfinished business?"

Wan Chuanhe: "???"

Jiang Yunya shook his head and sighed softly, full of wise men seeing through the vicissitudes of the world, and said in an old-fashioned tone: "If there is, the domain owner might as well cherish what is in front of him, and go to fulfill it first, or he can't fulfill his wish."

Wan Chuanhe: "???"

"good."

The dean seriously stretched out his hand and pinched it: "Hey, it should be a few days before that person comes out of the abyss. The master of the Wanyu can make proper arrangements to avoid future troubles."

To put it simply, it is to eat a good meal and then wash your neck and wait for death.

Wan Chuanhe: "???"

He was completely lost.

How long has it been since everyone came out of the Ziwei secret realm?Why is it that everyone said everything that he couldn't understand?

Is this the demonic realm that I haven't left yet?

"Ma... no, it's Senior Tianyao who has such a good temper."

Among the young chiefs who were as silent as death, Gu Chibi said so.

"If it is an ordinary demon cultivator, he will definitely draw his sword against us, and wish that everyone who knows about this matter will die."

But Miss Tianyao doesn't.

Gu Chibi: "Senior Tianyao would rather jump into the abyss by himself than do anything to us."

It can be seen that the character is pure, good and beautiful, and the love for the Taoist is deep, which is moving.

Yin Changyan and the other three were told by her as if there was such a thing.

They saw the dancing flames in Gu Chi's eyes.

As friends for many years, who doesn't know Gu Chibi.

Their hearts tightened, and they quickly persuaded: "Senior Tianyao has a good temper, but to be able to sit in such a high position in the Demon Dao, he is by no means a temperless person."

Huai Shuangjian: "Not to mention Moxiu who was killed by his sword."

Yin Changyan made a final conclusion: "So, Senior Sister Gu, the matter of the script...can be avoided if possible."

Gu Chibi: "I can write in a low-key manner."

Three people: "???"

Are you wondering how popular your three secret histories are?

The three of them quickly looked at Wan Chuanhe in the same way.Treat Gu Chibi equally.

"Why don't you talk about business?"

On the one hand, the Demon King was very anxious, worried that no one would give him barbecue after the fierce and beautiful elder sister left;

"Shouldn't the important thing be where did that elder sister go?"

good question.

Everyone dared not answer for a while.

Because Wei Heng's aura was too amazing.

His rising sun reflected the blue sky, and his coercion climbed to the top step by step.

But there is no black mist that emerges after the death of the demons.

It is because the black mist has not yet risen, but it is scattered by the bright and majestic tomorrow.

When it comes to the splendor of brilliance, among all things in this world, who dares to compete with the sun and the moon for brilliance?

Only Wei Heng, under the blue sky and white sun, was like ice and snow that never melted in the past and never melted in four seasons. At a glance, it was extremely cold.

The Demon King whimpered and cried: "That's all blood food! How many blood food have you killed? Don't I feel bad?"

Does bullying yourself a devil dare not fight him?

Really dare not.

Even if he didn't look at the grilled meat at a glance, the Demon King really didn't dare to fight Wei Heng's sword tomorrow.

"A Yao was forbidden to get involved."

After a long while, Wei Heng said such a word in a very stingy manner.

It was as if most of his soul and heart had disappeared with Shu Yao's disappearance, and he couldn't speak even a longer sentence.

Jiang Yunya raised his eyelids and glanced at Ziweixing in the sky, and then glanced at the Demon King and Wan Chuanhe at the same level, as if realizing something:

"Sure enough, all things and characters related to Ziwei Star cannot be relied on."

Ziweixing was trembling with anger.

You are only bullying me for being weak now, so that you can show off your words.

Wan Chuanhe: "???"

It's not a brother, you want to add a word "herringbone" on purpose, who are you telling it to?

Po Jun also put away his rambling thoughts, and asked Wei Heng seriously: "How should we do it?"

Wei Heng's fingers gripped the Riyue Zhaobi an inch tighter.

Between this inch, there is a sword that can collapse famous mountains and great rivers, cross peaks and dangerous valleys, be as high as far as heaven and earth, and be as mysterious and wonderful as the road, which cannot be stopped.

It is the determination of the sword master under the sword.

"If you open the restriction, you will naturally see the result."

Wei Heng has always been very reasonable in his actions.

There is no habit of blaming others at will.

Therefore, I also asked the Demon King plainly: "I don't know if I can trouble the Demon King to open the restriction for me."

The Demon King is born with evil energy and is extremely sensitive to danger.

He was stunned to feel the cruelty of "Even if you don't open it, I can break it with a sword" from Wei Heng's words.

The devil shivered: "Cocoa can be cocoa. But didn't you keep the restriction before?"

Wei Heng's voice was ordinary, as if he didn't realize how amazing and difficult he was talking about:

"When the demons disperse, the source of the evil spirit will be weakened, and the restriction will be opened for a period of time, so it's okay."

It seems to weaken the source of the evil spirit, it is as easy as sitting in meditation, and it is not disturbing at all to eat and drink water.

Only the matter of Shu Yao is the same.

In fact it is.

The origin of the evil spirit, there are millions of demons, with a sword in hand, no matter how hard and rough it is, they can go away with the sword and break it with a single sword.

Shu Yao's matter is about love and heart, and what is involved is the softest part of human flesh and blood.

Also the most indestructible.

Wei Heng saw everyone's doubts.

"I'll take care of it myself, don't worry too much," he said.

"My Taoist companion is still in an unknown place under the restriction."

It was similar to what Shu Yao said when he was pulled into the twelve formations when he revealed his identity.

Xu is a person who loves others, and the same goal is always the same.

Naturally, I don't care about the excess.

"Wait a minute, Taoist companion?!"

Wan Chuanhe opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Finally reacted.

Everyone was amused and sympathetic at the same time, thinking in their hearts that it was a pity that it was too late, everyone who should know knew it, and the cold voice and silent shadow that should come would not be late.

Wan Chuanhe was shocked: "What about Tanlang???"

Everyone: "..."

Wan Chuanhe: "Isn't the Daoist afraid that Tanlang will one day have a sword in his hand and kill all the heartless people in the world???"

"..."

Come on, it's really not wrong to die.

******

The restriction is an ancient existence of Ziwei Star, how can it be easily repaired?

After Shu Yao repaired the restraint, the deep magic breath on his body like a bottomless river was completely gone.

Just when he was hesitating whether to borrow the sword, he urged Sun Yue Zhaobi to kill Wan Chuanhe; or to prevent Wei Heng from wasting time on such meaningless things, and asked Wei Heng to hug him, and find him when his strength recovered. When Wan Chuan and Qiu Hou settled accounts——

The abyss didn't give him so many opportunities to hesitate.

It gave birth to a great gravitational force, like a small river circling in the deep sea to absorb it, and it was irresistible to people, dragging Shu Yao deeper into the ground.

Shu Yao fell sharply all the way.

What passed before his eyes was pitch black, and even seeing the surrounding environment clearly was an unrealistic extravagant hope.

What brushed against his ears was the sharp as a knife and corrosive as poisonous wind, if he was a little careless, he might be sliced ​​into bones by the strong wind, and his flesh and blood would be smashed into mud.

Finally, the whistling in the ears stopped.

Shu Yao's last breath of magic was completely drained, his clothes were torn, and the skin that had been cut by the gang wind left tiny scars, scattered and densely scattered.

Fortunately, you don't have to worry about having just escaped the worry of becoming the blood of the demons, and then going through the pain of being crushed by the wind.

Otherwise, Shu Yao really couldn't compare the two ways of death, which one is more decent.

He closed his eyes and passed out in relief.

When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings had changed completely, and the world was turned upside down.

Shu Yao's newly opened eyes were hurt by the sunshine in the sky.

He stayed in the abyss for a while, and couldn't accept the sunlight outside for a while, so he could see things a bit blurry, almost comparable to Jiang Suwen.

Fortunately, the nose and ears do not lie.

A slightly bitter scent of medicine rushed into the tip of the nose, mixed with the noisy sound of chickens crowing and ducks crowing.

Wait a minute, when did Xuanmiao Peak raise chickens and ducks?

What should the big white goose do?

This was the first thought in Shu Yao's mind.

He didn't realize that he had a natural trust in Wei Heng.

He took it for granted that if something happened to him, Wei Heng would be the quickest to rescue him, and he must be the one who saved him first.

But this time Shu Yao was wrong.

After his eyes could see, Shu Yao subconsciously surveyed his surroundings.

Well, it is so simple and simple that there is only a bed and a cabinet, and the quilt on the bed is still a rustic blue quilt with big flowers on a farmhouse.

Not Xuanmiao Peak.

Pushing open the crumbling wooden window pasted with a piece of rough white paper, Shu Yao saw green seedlings outside, the soil was newly turned, and chicken feathers could be seen falling from the brown soil every few feet.

There are sparse thatched eaves outside, and there is occasional white smoke curling up, mixed with firewood to choke the nostrils. It is obviously a secular family, lighting a fire for cooking.

Nor is it Xuanmiao Peak.

Although Wei Heng doesn't pay much attention to the style of the Xianjia cave, after all, it is the best residence in the world, and it has its own school.

A middle-aged lady stepped in. Her complexion was not as fair and delicate as a practitioner's. Her skin was dark with rough redness. Her hands were thick-boned and her knuckles protruded. Between her fingers, she could faintly see the mud trapped. He is a farmer who has worked for many years.

Shu Yao: "..."

Is this kind of place under the abyss?

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a mortal village.

Didn't I really climb the ladder, but fell into the abyss?

Shu Yao quickly put all doubts behind her.

Who cares, anyway, get along with Ziweixing, there are more unreliable ones, why bother yourself?

Ziweixing: "???"

Again, this is the bottom of the abyss.

This is part of the Ziwei Secret Realm.

So I can hear you.

Really audible.

When the aunt saw Shu Yao, she shouted excitedly to coax her away, which made her complexion even darker and rosy: "Yo, young lady, you are awake!"

Wait... Miss?

If I remember correctly, when I was pulled into the abyss, I was wearing a woman's dress and a woman's face?

Shu Yao looked down with difficulty.

as predicted.

The familiar bright red dyes the clouds like fire.

Familiar gold wire scrolling, pendant beads inlaid with jewels.

Shu Yao stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to touch his face.

That's right, her long eyebrows are dyed black, her lips are plump, her eyelashes are curled up, and her nose bridge is thin and straight.

Tianyao's face is quite different from his original face, far inferior to Shu Yao's original face, which is sharp, beautiful and chilling, and you can tell it at a touch.

So he still has to dress up as a woman in a place where no one knows his identity?

Shu Yao was a little suffocated.

He finally understood the difficulty of Po Jun at that time.

As soon as you enter women's clothing, it is as deep as the sea, and there are always invisible hands pinching your throat.

The aunt saw that he should not respond, but her interest remained undiminished, and she began to read alone:

"Young lady, I don't know. When I picked you up at the gate of the village, I was shocked! You are covered in blood, and your clothes are torn in several places!"

I know.

Shu Yao thought helplessly.

If I wasn't covered in blood, why would I be so ashamed that I passed out and lay dead at the gate of someone's village touching porcelain?

The aunt's voice was full of emotion, she took Shu Yao's hand and continued to sigh.

The hands of his body are slender, and there is a large space between the two fingers. The frost and snow gelatin seems to melt in the rough and wide palm of the aunt at any time.

Shu Yao was uncomfortable, and the aunt was also afraid of being hurt by the delicate little lady, so she got a few scratches and red marks, and immediately put it down embarrassingly:

"Little lady, please tell me the truth. My aunt sees that your clothes are luxurious. Three generations of people can't find anyone as handsome as you. It seems that you are definitely not a person from an ordinary family. How can you make yourself like this?" ?”

Shu Yao's mouth was closed as tightly as a clamshell, and she resolutely refused to open her mouth.

He was afraid that telling the truth would scare the aunt and break her simple materialistic values.

His Tianyao skin is really good-looking, and even the Mahayanas who have read the world of mortals like immortals cannot help admiring him once, let alone an ordinary rural lady.

When the aunt looked at his face, she couldn't help feeling sorry for him, and even her voice was carefully lowered, for fear of shattering the beautiful woman with a beautiful soul:

"Come on, tell auntie what's on your mind, did you elope with your sweetheart?"

Shu Yao almost spit out the medicine in his mouth.

The aunt let out a sigh, and reprimanded: "It can be seen that your sweetheart is not a good thing, it's just because you are born with a good color."

At this time, Shu Yao had a weak posture that fit his injury.

He leaned sickly on the coarse cloth pillow that was still blue with big flowers, thinking that life in the countryside is simple and simple, and there is no shortage of entertainment.

My aunt is about to make up a story of a talented man, a beautiful woman, a ruthless man who is heartless and heartless.

The aunt said it cheerfully to herself, and asked doubtfully, "Hey, but where did your sword come from?"

Shu Yao felt that he had seized the opportunity.

Now or never.

Shu Yao understood this truth well, and tried to explain: "Ma'am, it's not what you think. I'm a swordsman. What I did before was to save the common people in the world. I made a lot of mistakes, so I ended up here."

His voice is a female voice, and because of his injury and weakness, it sounds like strands of water, like a flowing spring mixed with honey, sweet and soft.

Coaxing the aunt to smile, she rubbed Shu Yao's hair vigorously, and loosened the golden hairpin and pearls on it:

"Hey, Madam sees that you are everyone's lady, so you should be a little arrogant. I didn't expect that your mouth is so sweet and so eloquent, and you can make people happy."

She used the tone of a person who had come before, and said in a persuasive manner: "Ma'am, you are at this age, why haven't you seen it? You are thin-skinned, I am embarrassed to say, but Madam knows it. That sword looks exquisite and precious. Presumably it must be yours. Dowry? That’s right, elope with your sweetheart, how can you not bring a dowry?”

The above is like a wolf like a tiger, and he plans to compile the second secret history of Xuanshan with great interest, talking about his immortal way in women's clothing.

The next one is the enthusiastic aunt of the peasant family who is watching eagerly, ready to make up a complete story of a talented man and a beautiful woman at any time.

Shu Yao suffocated.

It's really hard to live.

Is there a lack of people in Xuetian's place?

The aunt saw that his head tilted, and he leaned against the pillow with the scattered black hair. She panicked and shouted: "Little lady, are you okay? Wake up? Don't scare the aunt!!!"

Shu Yao didn't really want to wake up and face this ugly reality.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, the aunt became more flustered, and immediately went out of the house with her skirt to call for someone.

The man called by the aunt was in his thirties, also dressed in coarse cloth, carrying a medicine box, looking gentle and elegant, and was out of tune with the whole village.

The doctor sat down and said with a clear smile: "So it's the girl who eloped with her sweetheart."

Strange to say, he looked reserved with a book scent, but his mouth was completely scattered, and it was replaced by a heroic heroic and free and easy.

The openness is just right, it is neither a rigid idiot with his head buried in books, nor an overly rough man who doesn't pay attention to martial arts.

It was hard to imagine that such a man of integrity stayed in this humble village.

Shu Yao had no intention of exploring his origin.

When he heard the doctor's first word, he almost passed out due to shortness of breath.

It's hard to imagine how many people the aunt has told the love stories of the poor boy and the eldest lady, the philandering man and the beautiful man, and has it spread to every corner of the village?

But Shu Yao couldn't faint.

The doctor will soon join hands to check his pulse.

Shu Yao vaguely remembered that medical practitioners could judge men and women by their pulse.

Although I don't know if the mortal doctor has this function.

But as a compassionate Demon Lord, Shu Yao didn't really want to test whether the doctor's heart was strong enough to withstand this thunderous blow.

He withdrew his hand like lightning, and even wanted to give the doctor a chill and silence.

The aunt's eyes were full of worry, and she persuaded him earnestly: "Xiao Niang, you have an injury on your body, don't be afraid to avoid medical treatment."

Shu Yao had nothing to do with this kind of pure kindness.

He wandered between the expectant eyes of the aunt, and the smiling face of the doctor who seemed to be waiting for him to speak.

Shu Yao closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.

His voice was weak, and he regarded death as home: "That...men and women can't kiss each other..."

"Worthy of being a young lady of a grown-up family! Just be particular about it!"

The aunt suddenly realized that she clapped her hands and made a loud and crisp "snap".

It looked like a slap in the face of Shu Yao.

She was very embarrassed: "Hey, we have been with the doctor for a long time. We are from the countryside, so we don't care about this. I didn't expect to be abrupt, young lady. Wait, auntie will find you a piece of cloth, and let the doctor use it to diagnose your pulse."

Once born and twice cooked.

Once you get rid of it, you will find that face is not an important thing.

Although Shu Yao was still as angry as a gossamer.

But he has become a lot more proficient, retracting his wrist, chaste and unyielding:

"No! I am a pure and innocent daughter, how can I let these dirty men touch my hands! Not even through a cloth!"

He, Shu Yao, lost face here today!

Anyway, when you go out, no one knows anyone.