Fishing succubus is good at raising fish

Seeing the terrified gazes cast on him by the crowd, the fox demon was ridiculed in his heart, but still maintained his composure.

"I don't care what your background is, in short, I will eat the Yuan Dan of those two guys!"

Gu Qinglun's eyes were calm, the fox demon who deliberately provoked him was like a clown, ridiculous and pitiful.

I saw Gu Qinglun put his fingers together, half-closed his eyes and recited a formula.

"..." The fox demon sensed that death was approaching, his face turned blue suddenly, and he roared in another direction: "Wang Banxian, you are so afraid of death, do you really think you can get out of your body?!"

Seeing that the matter was not easy, Gu Qinglun immediately stopped reciting the formula.

Everyone followed the gaze of the fox demon, and saw that the fortune teller, who had been flamboyant and domineering before, was carefully leaving the crowd.

The trick was exposed on the spot, Wang Banxian blushed, and angrily replied: "You shameless fox... Don't be confused by him, he is talking nonsense!"

Seeing him hastily clearing himself up, the fox demon chuckled:

"The matter has come to this, I will confess the truth to everyone. The fox demon who murdered and set fire in the city recently was indeed the one who did it."

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, wishing they could rush up and kill him to vent their anger.

"But...the person who ordered me to do this was Wang Banxian. He was employed by a famous and powerful family, and he killed all their enemies. I was responsible for killing people and extracting essence. Of course, he made a lot of money."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was silent and shocked.

The fox demon has many eyes and is quite cunning.After briefly preparing to counterattack, the odds of winning were zero due to the disparity in their own strength.

Green smoke curled up and was sucked into a wooden box, Gu Qinglun's five fingers were put together, and the wooden box disappeared.

Wang Banxian was swarmed up by the crowd, punching and kicking to vent their anger.He survived, but was driven out of the city blind in one eye and lame in one leg.

This is already a later story, when Gu Qinglun led Shen Shaotang through the clouds and fog, he glanced at the ground for the last time, and saw people scrambling to bow and see them off, among them a few were crying and wailing.

They are the young and old of the Qiu family.

Covered by heavy clouds, inside the Yaoshan Temple.

Shen Shaotang opened his eyes, he turned his face slightly to avoid the sunlight shining on his head, the next moment a shadow appeared to cover him.

"It's you……"

He saw the windows above the wall, and the patterns on each window were similar to those in his memory. The touch behind him was cold, and it should be the statue.

As if remembering something, Shen Shaotang's eyes dimmed a lot, and he murmured: "He... left me again."

"..." Gu Qinglun's eyes were deep, "Your lifespan is about to expire, but do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Shen Shaotang stared at the ceiling with dry eyes, but didn't want to close them, "I have many regrets in my life. If it was a few years ago, I would definitely answer that I want to follow the fairy."

"But... I don't know what's wrong with me. Now I just want to make sure he's still alive."

"Who?" Gu Qinglun frowned slightly.

"...Chu Xun."

There was a trace of bitterness at the corner of Shen Shaotang's mouth, he didn't know the name of the man pretending to be his husband, he only knew the name of the other party.

Gu Qinglun's eyes froze, but he didn't speak.

Suddenly, Shen Shaotang laughed at himself, why should he worry about him even if he is about to die, no matter how bad he is, he is still a monk, how can a mere fox demon kill him so easily?

"Wuwangshan, I don't know what kind of place it is..." His eyes were filled with reverie, and he said to himself: "Xianjun, have you seen me there before?"

This time, he saw the other party nodded slightly.

In this way, what Chu Xun said is also true.

Shen Shaotang's face was slightly startled, and he had an inexplicably strong sense of belonging to his destiny, as if he was in an invisible chess game, and he was just an insignificant pawn left by others.

The subtle changes in his expression were noticed by Gu Qinglun. After the death of Shen Geyan in this life, his soul should return to his body, but...

Gu Qinglun stared at him deeply, "Are you willing to follow me back to the right path and devote yourself to practicing?"

If Shen Geyan agrees, it proves that his heart is on the right path, and he will definitely do his best to lead him in.

Gu Qinglun didn't realize that what he was doing now was beyond the scope of his principles.

"Of course I would, but..."

"..."

"I want to ask Xianjun one thing. If you can see him in the future, please help me give him something."

Shen Shaotang panted slightly, his eyes refocused, but his pupils seemed to be shrouded in a shadow, he put his palm on the left side of his abdomen, the light shone slightly, and a dagger pierced through the flesh.

He looked pained and was sweating all over his body, but his fingers were still trembling, and he held a bloody thing tightly in his palm and slowly brought it forward.

In fact, on the day of his arrest, he vaguely guessed that someone would plot against him.

But such a precious thing can only be stolen if it is swallowed...

It wasn't until this moment that he saw this fairy who had always been aloof, and his face suddenly changed.

"I promise you."

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Shen Shaotang smiled slightly, weak and with a broken aesthetic feeling.

"Give this back to him, and there will be a settlement between me and him." He handed it over with difficulty as if holding a rare treasure.

The blood-stained Qianxueyu overflowed with a strange luster, Shen Shaotang desperately endured the severe pain, and raised his arms high.

There was no pain or regret on his face, and tears of relief even flickered in his eyes.

When he was about to be unable to hold on, his consciousness quickly pulled back, and then his upper body lost strength and fell limply backwards.

It would be great if he could go home, he would not die in such a miserable state...

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she closed her eyes unwillingly.However, he didn't fall on the cold and hard stone surface, but lay on the soft and fluffy rocking chair.

The little consciousness left made him feel how familiar this place was, this was the small courtyard of the Qiu family.

Snow was falling outside the house, a warm flame was burning in the charcoal basin at his feet, and there was still a half volume of unfinished book in his hand.

This scene was so beautiful and quiet that he couldn't help dozing off.

He wanted to turn his head and talk to the man beside him who was watching him, but he was still dragged into the darkness by sleepiness.

With a "click", the scroll fell to the ground.

The illusion around them dissipated, and they returned to the temple. Gu Qinglun never left. He slowly closed his eyes, trying to suppress the disordered aura in his body.

In the face of Shen Geyan's death, how much can Yin Chuxun accept?

……

After one night, the little snow on the treetops melted, the bright red plum blossoms withered in the wind, and the cold and clean breath drifted away.

Gu Qinglun stepped out of the house, his white boots stepped across the snow without leaving any trace.

Just as he was about to leave, suddenly a shadow tree came out, and it seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.

"Immortal Lord Fuyuan?" Luo Chen bent down and bowed, but his face was always full of doubts. What happened in the execution ground yesterday?

"You are from the devil world."

Luo Chen thought that he was a nobleman who forgot about things, so he reported to the house by himself and asked about important things by the way.

Gu Qinglun looked calm, squinted at him, and said condescendingly: "Your family suzerain has his own place to go, so there is no need to search for him in vain."

"After you return to the Demon Realm, don't do evil things again, and don't leak what happened today... You should have returned such things."

After Gu Qinglun finished speaking, something blurred out of his palm, and he threw it behind him.

Luo Chen quickly caught it with both hands, looked down but couldn't help opening his eyes wide, this... isn't this his fate card?

The life card is the wealth and life of every demon cultivator, because Yin Yuye is suspicious and cold-blooded, he takes the life card that worshiped under his sect as his own to prevent being betrayed.

In Luo Chen's heart, Yin Yuye was not someone who would easily return his life card to him.

Why is it in the hands of Immortal Lord Fuyuan... He stared blankly at the other's face that refused to be seen thousands of miles away, and suddenly overlapped with his own suzerain.

"Sovereign!" He was overjoyed, but the other party's eyes remained cold.

Luo Chen withdrew his hand resentfully, and said anxiously: "You...where are you going? I won't go back to the Demon Realm, and I'm willing to follow Xianjun in the future!"

He wanted to catch up with Gu Qinglun, but a strong wind was blowing in his face, he had to raise his hand to resist, and when he raised his head again, there was nothing around, and the ethereal and cold voice said something.

"The calamity is over, it's over here."

……

The mountains and rivers in the human world are changing, and the sun and the moon are flying like a shuttle, all of which cannot affect the world of cultivating immortals in the slightest.

The golden bell was rang by monks, making a solemn and melodious sound.

In a Zen room of Aizawa Temple, a Buddhist monk wearing brocade cassock sits cross-legged on a futon, with three golden lotus lanterns in front of him, and the flame in the middle is gradually rising.

Xuanwu opened his eyes suddenly, the obsession in his eyes had not dissipated, but soon he began to wonder why he had such a strong obsession in the human world?

There is an unwritten rule in the world of comprehension. After the catastrophe is over, the soul will return to its original place after breaking through the bottleneck, but it will not have the memory of a mortal, in order to prevent the main body's state of mind from being affected.

In the next moment, the memories before Qiu Yan's death flooded into his mind again.

After Qiu Yan entered the court and became an official, he was promoted step by step, and when he was in his prime, the official worshiped the prime minister, but such a person never married and left no heirs for himself.

In the winter when he was 80 years old, Qiu Yan was full of hair, and his face was old, but his expression was very calm and kind. Although the children before the sick bed were not their own, they all cried very sadly.

It was extremely cold in the second half of the night, which reminded him vaguely of that day, it was also such a winter night, but the old house of Qiu's family was submerged by huge snow and ice.

Qiu Yan remembered the agreement with "Big Brother", as long as he honestly enters the court and becomes an official, diligent and honest, he can make the pure land of his hometown safe and prosperous.

Looking back on it later, I can't help but feel ironic and absurd.

He slowly closed his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips, the hometown in his dream was still there, and laughter surrounded him.

"The hundred-year agreement has arrived..."

Qiu Yan passed away peacefully, and his descendants followed his last wish and sent his body back to his hometown, where he was buried in the Qiu family cemetery.

The memory came to an abrupt end, and Xuanwu stared quietly at the golden lotus for a long time, his expression falling into a kind of extreme silence.

Obviously, the person who made a bet with him was not the real Qiao He. The appearance of this person disrupted the whole calamity.

Who is it...

Suddenly, Xuanwu thought of a guy, it was normal for that person to do such a thing, and then his face became ugly.