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

Shu Yao's words were extremely emotional, and the sudden burst of emotion made both the aunt and the doctor jump.

Of course, it remains to be considered whether it is a shameful, indignant and tragic woman who regards death as home, or a chaste and strong woman who would rather die than obey.

The aunt also worried about this delicate and fragile beauty like a pile of jade, and persuaded:

"Hey, little lady, I heard a piece of persuasion from my aunt who came here. This taboo is absolutely unacceptable to doctors. You want to forcefully drag minor ailments and pains into serious illnesses. Look at how handsome you are, and your body is so delicate. If something good or bad is dragged out, how worthless is it?"

Shu Yao: "..."

no I do not.

He is a majestic Mahayana demon cultivator, he smashes the mountains at will, moves the sea at will, give me two days of kung fu and Shu Yao can recover as before, and poke a hole in the sky for the aunt to see.

The aunt was kind-hearted, and she was still there to persuade her earnestly, "Little lady, don't worry, the gentleman who treats you is well-known all over the world."

Speaking of this, she seemed to be very proud, and her eyes, which were far from bright eyes, also became bright:

"Ma'am, to tell you the truth, we people in several villages ten miles and eight miles away are taught by our husband to treat diseases, read books, and read and write. He never dislikes us for being too old or too stupid. He has good character!"

Shu Yao's eyes darkened.

Since literacy and reading are taught to the people in this village by the husband.

Presumably the aunt opened her mouth to make up a story about a romantic, talented and beautiful woman, and the ability of a fickle husband to run away from his wife, which is also in the same line as the husband?

It can't be said that the big witch is the big witch.

How dare Shu Yao trust her husband to diagnose her pulse?

Shu Yao turned her head and looked out of the window quietly, with an unyielding expression on her face.

He has already thought of eighteen routines.

He even hesitated whether the next step is to wipe his neck with a sword to prove his steadfastness, or to sing a funeral song to mourn his flower-like life.

It's a pity that the husband spoke slowly, giving Shu Yaokong [-] routines, but they were useless:

"Hey, this little lady can't think about it for a while. Mrs. Lao, go out and avoid it for a while, and I will have a good talk with my little lady."

The aunt did not doubt that there was him, so she was very relieved, and did not forget to tell the doctor: "Sir, you must be careful, don't let the young lady commit suicide!"

After saying that, he backed out, and closed the wooden door thoughtfully with a "squeak".Leave the house to two people.

Shu Yao stayed the same and responded to all changes, stubbornly stuck his neck and refused to look back.

A sentence from the gentleman came from behind: "I know that your identity is unusual, Miss, but I prescribed the medicine. You can rest assured, Miss, I will not reveal your identity."

His tone was very calm, as warm as the white smoke that burst out when the cattail fan was decocting medicine.

But it almost scared Shu Yao so much that he threw himself on the window frame and fell out.

It turns out that the matter of her women's clothing has been known by the husband?

That's right, after all, the medicine is still boiling, how can a doctor prescribe medicine without feeling the pulse?

I'm afraid it's a barefoot doctor.

Shu Yao hated herself for being so stupid.

Why did he shout just now that "a man and a woman can't kiss each other" and "a pure and innocent daughter".

What's wrong with being as quiet as a quail and pretending to be dead?

He propped himself on the window frame with one hand, and with the other trembling hand, he found the cold and silent shadow that was properly placed by the aunt in the depression on the edge of the bed and the window.

Good weight.

For the first time, Shu Yao realized how heavy the cold voice and silent shadow were.

It is as important as the meaning of life.

He doesn't deserve it.

Shu Yao tremblingly raised Han Sheng Ji Ying, wanting to put a sword on his neck for Mr.

It would be even better to add another sentence: "I, the devil, is greedy for wolves and kills people like hemp. You control your mouth and don't say things you shouldn't say." It would be even better.

Forget it, it would be better to say Demon Dao Breaks the Army, or Demon Dao Wanchuanhe.

Mo Dao made Xue Tian not impossible to consider.

Po Jun/Wan Chuanhe: "???"

Brother, what are you doing? ? ?

The gentleman snapped his tongue: "Are all Moxiu's tempers that big?"

He has a kind of inconceivable kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs: "Even if you are found out as a demon cultivator, you have to draw a sword to kill?"

Shu Yao: "..."

Mr.'s slightly angry questioning voice, to him, is undoubtedly the same as Xianyin String Music.

In an instant, Shu Yao was transported lightly from the eighteenth level of hell back to the ninth level of heaven.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully tested Mr.: "You mean, you saw my identity as a demon cultivator?"

"Yeah, what else?" The gentleman asked angrily, "The magic breath on your body is so strong that even if you don't have eyes, you can feel it from eight hundred meters away, not to mention that I'm not blind."

After all, his years of cultivating energy are not for nothing. Speaking of this, his tone became calm again:

"I know that you demon cultivators and ordinary people can't be generalized, so I didn't give you a pulse diagnosis. The medicine is also prescribed casually to replenish qi and cultivate vitality. Don't worry, ordinary people will be fine after drinking it, let alone you demon cultivators."

It turned out that he was really a barefoot doctor who prescribe medicine blindly with his eyes closed.

Shu Yao was relieved.

In any case, thinking that he is a barefoot doctor who blindly prescribes medicine with Moxiu's eyes closed is much better than a doctor who can see through his true identity as a man disguised as a woman.

Now that he had spoken, Shu Yao stopped putting on airs, nodded slightly, and said softly:

"I was in a hurry just now, I have offended you so much, I hope you will forgive me."

The paleness and frailty between his brows and eyes were diluted, revealing his aggressive and gorgeous true colors.

It is the phoenix spreading its wings and soaring straight into the sky, the tail feathers reflecting the rays of the sun, and the light passing by.

It's also like a city of peonies accompanied by angry horses in fresh clothes, proud spring winds and hustle and bustle, and the sound of drums moving the morning sun.

Mr. looked very indifferent.

After all, what's so amazing about thinking that under this shell is still a bad-tempered demon cultivator?

Tsk, young people nowadays.

He draws his sword at every turn, and his temper is too hot.

But after all, Mr. is a person who has seen big scenes, so there is no need to argue with a junior.

He also exposed this matter and asked: "Speaking of which, I haven't asked my little lady your name yet?"

I don't know why, even though the husband looks mild-tempered and talkative, without any aggressiveness, Shu Yao is still full of vigilance in front of him.

Live in fear that your identity may be revealed at any moment.

Of course he would not give his real name: "Wan Chuanhe."

Did Shu Yao let go of the already miserable Pojun.

Of course, the gentleman had never heard of it before, so he read it once and said with a smile: "This name is very grand and grand."

"Yes."

Shu Yao didn't change his face, and didn't blink his eyes: "We have many identities in the Demonic Dao. To be on the safe side, I have another identity that is completely different in front of people. The name is Rang Xuetian."

"It's a good name, and it's just as grand." The headmaster praised it again, and then asked in doubt:

"But since it is a separate identity that is used as a life-saving hole card, why are you willing to tell me alone, my lady?"

"Because I think Mr. is high-spirited and upright. At first glance, he will not be a person who is in the same rank as my enemy."

Shu Yao obeyed his intuition and first put a top hat on him, and then tried to make one or two remedies for his action of drawing the sword:

"Furthermore, Mr. has helped me, but I was impulsive and reckless. I feel ashamed for drawing my sword to Mr. If I can answer, I will say everything."

Sure enough, the husband calmed down and said: "You are injured, and you can't think about it for a while, so don't blame yourself."

Today's young people, although impulsive is a little impulsive, and irritable is a little irritable, but fortunately they are outspoken and have a straightforward personality, so they won't be so popular.

The master asked again: "I'm taking the liberty to ask, I think your cultivation level is not low, little lady, how did you fall to the point where you fainted in the village?"

Because when repairing the unreliable restriction in the unreliable Ziwei Secret Realm, I was cheated by the unreliable.

Shu Yao didn't say anything.

On the one hand, although the husband looks like a practitioner, he has not been born for a long time. Shu Yao is afraid that a bunch of sudden things will scare the old man.

On the other side, he is thinking about the light in Mr. Gu's eyes, and it doesn't look like he wants to hear Guangwei's serious drama of "a serious demon is moved by heaven and earth, and he saves the world and is willing to be seriously injured".

So Shu Yao spoke in a very understanding manner, hesitant to say: "To tell you the truth, sir, it's like this, my sweetheart, he's an immortal cultivator..."

"Oh?"

No need for him to say more, the gentleman also became serious: "Nowadays, the division between immortals and demons is really stricter, but love and love, romantic affairs, you have to insist on intervening to beat the mandarin ducks."

Immortal and Demon said: "..."

No, we dare not do this stick.

fear death.

The master also said: "Your sweetheart is really not a good person, a dignified man, he left you alone to face the immortals and demons, and ended up being seriously injured."

Shu Yao: "..."

He was a little wronged for Wei Heng, and tried to redeem himself: "No... no, my sweetheart is very good to me."

"Oh, you are too infatuated, be careful not to be let down." The husband shook his head with disapproval.

At this time, the matter of Shu Yao drawing a sword to him has been washed away by the husband. He looked at Shu Yao as if he was looking at a junior who was outspoken, quick-tempered but not bad-tempered, and said earnestly:

"In adversity, it's easiest to see the truth. Since he left you alone to many powerful enemies, it can be seen that he has no real responsibility for you, and he is not a good thing."

"But don't misunderstand our immortal way. Of course there are evil bamboos, and the beautiful ones are also common. It seems that the juniors I know are all very good people."

Probably after seeing each other in the village, one can't help but get a little bit of the habit of three aunts and six women.

The husband began to think that if he could go out, would he want to make a marriage for the little girl, so that she would not be spoiled by a heartless person because of her infatuation.

Shu Yao: "..."

All right, you all say that you are so happy, seeing a storybook come out every minute, what can he do?

Just shut up.

Mr. You covered up one or two things for Shu Yao in front of the aunt, so it is not difficult to get away with it.

Shu Yao fainted from exhaustion at first, and it wasn't a serious situation. After two days of care, he will feel much better.

He saw the aunt who came back wearing stars and wearing a moon, her trousers were stained with mud, and her forehead was covered with sweat, and one of the few consciences was finally aroused: "Auntie, do you want me to do something for you?"

"Hi." The aunt waved her hand boldly, "Your lady, you are so delicate, you can take care of yourself, how can I ask you to do anything?"

Now that Shu Yao heard the word Jiaogui, the veins on his forehead couldn't stop jumping.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Mother, don't worry about me, I can't be idle, and what's more, my husband said that it's true that you need to do more activities to relax your qi and blood."

According to the aunt, the husband appeared in the village when she was a young girl, taught the villagers to read and write, and treated the villagers.

Until the aunt's grandson was able to chase chickens and ducks all over the place, but the husband still looked the same as before, and it was not a problem to trick a little girl who was like the aunt back then into tears.

The villagers mingled with the gentleman, treating him kindly as one of their own, and at the same time showing indescribable respect for him.

According to my aunt, the husband must be a god sent by God to bless their village with good weather and good health.

This time Shu Yao brought up Mr.'s name, and it really came in handy.

The aunt quickly let go: "Can my aunt know how to embroider? Is it a good time to embroider a few stitches?"

Shu Yao: "...No."

Do you know that you will be dragged out and buried if you ask such a question in the magic way?

Auntie: "Does the young lady know how to weave?"

Shu Yao: "...No."

Do you know how bloody it will be if you ask such a question in Mo Dao?

The aunt was also a little shocked.

A wealthy family is beyond what ordinary people can imagine. They have pampered their daughters to this point, not to mention the hot spring water, and they have never even touched an embroidery needle.

Auntie: "Then why don't you go with me to the fields to plant the fields, so that you can loosen your muscles and bones?"

Shu Yao: "..."

It's not that he said that if my aunt was born in the devil's way, she would die a thousand times if she said these words.

joke.

His Demon Lord's hand is used to hold the sword to kill people, and all the dead souls he cut under the sword are all masters of cultivation. How can the notorious demon master condescend to do such trivial things as farming and weaving?

Don't bend your waist for five buckets of rice.

so--

Shu Yao stood up: "Where is the hoe?"

The lucky aunt didn't know that she had escaped.

She sighed worriedly, thinking about how to protect Shu Yao from the scorching sun in the field.

The aunt said that Shu Yao would follow her to farm, but it was just words of relief, and she wanted to take him to the field to get some air.

You know, our lady is very delicate, let alone a thick and stupid dirt hoe, even a small golden hammer for smashing walnuts may not have the strength to pick it up.

However, Shu Yao really opened the eyes of the aunt.

The aunt just stood still in the field and wiped her forehead to plow the field, when she was surprised to find that the soil was soft and free of impurities, and it had been plowed all over.

On the other side of the field, Shu Yao stood leisurely holding an iron plow.

He just has that appearance and bearing, what he holds in his hand doesn't look like a clumsy iron plow, but looks like a finely embroidered fan, round and round, an unworldly pearl that is big and shiny.

The fields in this village are all connected end to end by a hill, with the Bishui River in front of it like a green belt, which is very convenient to carry water for irrigation.

It's the time for morning work, and the whole family is dumbfounded at the plowed field of the aunt's house:

"You're going to die, from the Qiu family, you picked up a great little girl."

"There is no shortage of young and strong men in our village. No one can plow the fields better than her."

"The last time I saw this speed, it was when Mr. shot."

They didn't even care about taking care of the fields, and they talked to each other around the aunt, and the atmosphere boiled like an iron pot of boiling water.

The aunt is very proud and honored:

"Isn't that right. I was worried that the lady of the family, the gold and the jade, would look down on us country people and be rough. I didn't expect her to be kind and offered to help me with work. You said that my young lady, she is so delicate that she will be ashamed as soon as the wind blows. How can I bear the upside-down look? I just ask her to embroider and weave to pass the time."

Everyone echoed: "Yes, yes, such a handsome young lady, look at her hands, like jade, how can I let her do heavy work?"

The aunt sighed: "I didn't expect my little lady, she insisted not to do easy work, but to help me farm, she said she couldn't embroider and weave. I thought about it later, she was born in a family, and she was particular about it. How could she not know how to embroider? She must be kind-hearted, she couldn't see that I was busy, so she pretended to coax me."

Just when Shu Yao was told by them that he was beautiful, kind-hearted, and good-natured, comparable to Fairy Nine Heavens, the villagers turned their heads and found that the little girl who wanted them to sell their nephew to her had disappeared.

Shu Yao couldn't bear the pollution of their hearts when they said "Ms. Miss" and "Pretty", and used the excuse of feeding chickens, ducks, and geese to slip away.

Coincidentally, Shu Yao met a gentleman who was feeding geese in a shanty.

According to my aunt's dictation, the husband seems to have a special liking for raising geese. He never slaughtered them for cooking and stewed them.

Of course, the consequence of raising them from generation to generation is——

Shu Yao flicked the goose feathers that fluttered to his hair with a blank expression.

There are too many geese, and even the feathers that fall casually can form the effect of falling snow flying all over the sky.

The gentleman said apologetically, "I offended you. Hey, I once raised a goose, and I still miss it so much. I don't know how it is doing, so I have to raise some here as a little comfort."

Shu Yao picked up a piece of goose feather, and recalled the past together: "It's nothing, I used to feed geese before."

The gentleman moved: "I never thought that you people in the magic way would raise geese."

People in the magic way who take care of the old and help the young, and even love to raise small animals, are obviously a little different from what my husband knows.

"I didn't raise them."

Shu Yao didn't want Wei Heng to be criticized vaguely by her husband, so she changed her name to her sweetheart: "I was raised by a very important person."

People gather in kind, and things are divided into groups.

Since Wan Xiaoniang was raised by a very important person, she must love geese very much.

The gentleman's eyes are filled with the love of the elders, and the warmth and tolerance like the spring breeze.

Their friendship, like a goose, climbed extremely quickly and became hotter.

At the end, Shu Yao asked casually: "Sir, I heard from my aunt that you have stayed here for a long time, why don't you go out?"

"Oh, right."

Only then did he remember: "I haven't asked your name yet."

******

In the abyss, the upsurge of carnival of ten thousand demons outside the heart and illusion subsided.

Seeing that the evil spirit that could be eaten suddenly disappeared inexplicably, they lingered in the same place and waited for a long time without giving up. Seeing that they could not find it, they withdrew and left.

In the red and black barren land, his figure gradually faded so that even his shadow could not be seen.

The battle of the demons retreating is of course huge. Looking from a distance, there are densely packed human heads surging between the sky and the earth, like sea water at low tide, silently sliding over corroded rocks and shallow spreads of sand, returning to where they should be. Places to go.

But after all, when it didn't come in time, the momentum was terrifying.

The sun and the moon shine on the wall and make great contributions.

Wan Chuanhe was bathed in the sympathetic eyes of everyone, still numbly aware of it, looking at the scene in front of him, rejoicing and full of hope:

"The hidden danger of the abyss is resolved, and we can finally go back."

"Hey Pojun, don't you boss ignore me with a face, I came this time, apart from noticing something different in the abyss, I have something important to tell you."

Seeing that he was a dying person, Po Jun was easy to talk and said generously: "Brother, just say it."

"Isn't Greedy Wolf the first time to ascend the position of Demon Lord, killing Gusha wantonly? Not only are the few surviving thieves who want to unite to overthrow him, there are also many frightened birds in Tianxing, who can't sit still."

Wan Chuanhe really talked about the business: "I came here because the Lord of the Seven Regions saw that the situation was not very good, and he couldn't find Tanlang who was retreating. Although there is nothing wrong now, he still asked me to come and let you know It will be wonderful."

Po Jun raised his brows slowly, with a vague premonition: "It's just a mess, why can't Seventh Princess handle this?"

Is she worthy of being called a princess?

Shu Yao's nickname for the Lord of the Seven Regions can be widely spread not only because of the gorgeous and flamboyant peacock-like dress of the Seven Princesses.

It was also because of his bad temper and his unprovoked status.

It is very similar to the princess.

Wan Chuanhe: "Actually... the Lord of the Seventh Region is trying his best to quell the rumors."

The bad premonition in Po Jun's heart became stronger: "How...how will he quell the rumors?"

Everyone in the Immortal Dao was very curious about the cruel methods of the Demon Dao that had been demonized for a long time, and they couldn't help pricking up their ears.

What did the seven domain masters do?

Should people be skinned and boned until death; or should they be burned to death?

It must be extremely cruel.

Otherwise, how could it cause the demons to panic?

It does not matter.

The most important thing is, will these methods be passed down in their immortal way with the arrival of the demon king?

Fortunately, Mozun has a good temper except for some weird hobbies.

Dao Zun was the only one harmed by weird habits, and his temper affected the entire immortal way.

Fortunately, it was not the Lord of the Seventh Region who came.

For the first time, people in the immortal way discovered that Dao Zun had really good eyesight.

Wan Chuanhe was careless and defenseless: "Hey, isn't there three secret histories of immortality that are popular recently? The Lord of the Seventh Region simply followed their example and compiled a secret history of the demon king to set the record straight."

Po Jun almost knocked him over on the spot:

"Brother...isn't it good to live???"

Everyone in Xiandao was also silent.

They have been born for hundreds of years, and they have never seen such a strong and active desire to die.

Even Wei Heng, who was holding the sun and the moon shining on the wall, couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Silence is silence, what should be done is always done.

Po Jun only felt that he was not too far away from the day when he was killed by Wan Chuan, the Lord of the Seventh Region, and the other two, so he said weakly:

"All right, I'll go back with you and have a look."

Peak Master Xuanhe walked up to Wei Heng, and asked him in a low voice worriedly: "Senior brother, the current form of the Demonic Dao is turbulent and mysterious——"

It may endanger the immortal way.

Wei Heng understood what she meant.

So he didn't say much, and handed the Riyue Zhaobi to Xuanhe Peak Master: "If I haven't returned, you take the Sunyue Zhaobi and take action when necessary. Don't worry too much, I believe you."

Master Xuanhe held the Riyue Zhaobi tightly, and was extremely moved: "Senior brother, you are willing to hand over the Riyue Zhaobi to me, entrusting me with such a heavy responsibility."

Compared with her senior brother, she is really too superficial, too blinded by her appearance.

She actually mistakenly thought that her senior brother had opened his eyes and wanted to enjoy the blessings of everyone.

In the future, anyone who opposes her senior brother's marriage with the Mozun will have trouble making peace with her, Du Xuan!

Wei Heng did not forget to add a word of advice: "Remember to play less cards."

Oh.

Peak Master Xuanhe turned around, and threw the Riyue Zhaobi to the head of Xuanshan with a cold face: "Senior brother, the second brother wants me to give you the Riyue Zhaobi, so that you can take care of the immortal way."

Head of Xuanshan: "???"

He refused sternly: "How is this possible? I have Taiyi Mingtang and a sword is enough."

He is not a scumbag sword cultivator who wants to sit back and enjoy the blessings of everyone.

The sun and the moon shine on the wall: "..."

So being tossed around by you, I am number one in the world, don't I want to lose face? ? ?

Under the restriction opened by the Demon King, everything remains the same.

There is no teleportation array, and there is no hidden abyss pit.

Everything was as if Shu Yao had never been to this place, and all traces disappeared completely.

Wei Heng raised his head to look at Ziwei Xing, his voice was piercingly chilly, to the point where there was an undisguised murderous aura spreading everywhere.

For Dao Zun, this was unprecedented.

Including the time when he killed [-] demons, Wei Heng took every step firmly.

It is firmness that enables us to walk steadily and peacefully.

Ke Shuyao happened to be that variable.

He couldn't do things like destroying Ziwei Star and leveling the Ziwei Secret Realm, which ruined the world.

but--

Wei Heng said to Ziweixing: "If you don't let me see Ah Yao, there is no chance that I will let you go to Chang'an City after Yin and Yang are balanced."

Ziweixing: "..."

It was startled and angry, and shivered with fear.

Do you know what I have to do with the Ah Yao you are talking about? How dare you treat me like this?