The real young master is also the real devil

rumor

At the foot of Tianshan Mountain, there is a bustling city.

As soon as he came out of Dengxian Pavilion, Shi Zhilin met the waiter who came up to him with a smile, "Daoist Yaoling, the Liuxian wine you asked for a few days ago has arrived, do you want to taste it?"

The young man who was with him laughed and said, "Okay, you Yao Ling, and you specially kept Liuxian wine? Could it be just for today?"

Shi Zhilin hooked his lips and smiled lightly, "It's just for today." Then he turned and looked at Xiao Er, "How do you know I'm going down the mountain today?"

Xiaoer smiled and said, "I heard that you left the customs yesterday, so the little one thought that the secret realm of Hongmeng was about to reopen. Last time you went down the mountain to buy a lot of things before entering the secret realm, and you asked the little one to keep the wine, so the little one will come Try your luck, it will be the best if you come down the mountain."

It has been three months since the signing of the contract in Shi Shi's Floating Water Pavilion. Two months ago, Shi Zhilin opened the secret realm of Hongmeng and led the children of the four great families and the demon clan into the secret realm. The barrier seemed to be a little loose, so I stayed in seclusion for two months, and I couldn't help but come down the mountain after leaving the seclusion today.

"I didn't expect you to be quite clever." Shi Zhilin said with a smile, "Then I must try it."

Xiaoer smiled happily, "Daoist Yao Ling, please come here!"

On the way to the tavern, everyone who saw Shi Zhilin, whether they were traffickers or monks, greeted him warmly

"Daoist Yao Ling went down the mountain?"

"Master Yaoling, would you like to try my fresh pomegranate?"

"Yao Ling Daojun hasn't seen you for a long time!"

The young man walking beside Shi Zhilin saw that he not only responded to everyone familiarly, but also picked up a pomegranate, and said with a smile, "Daoist Yao Ling is really as approachable as rumored."

Shi Zhilin peeled the pomegranate and handed half to the young man, "Taste it."

The young man took the pomegranate and was about to speak when Shi Zhilin asked, "Brother Zhou, don't you like melons and fruits that don't have spiritual energy?"

The young man is also Zhou Yiran, the son of the Zhou family. He paused and could only peel off one. After eating it, he was about to talk when the shopkeeper who had been waiting at the door saw them and burst into laughter. Here you go, please take your seat!"

After sitting down in the private seat, Zhou Yiran asked, "Brother Zhilin, do you have an answer to what I discussed with you yesterday?"

Shi Zhilin Fue: "Brother Zhou, I have already said that the number of people in each family is fixed. If you add people at this time, what do the other two think?"

Zhou Yiran said, "My younger brother is very talented, but he was banned by his father for breaking the family rules a while ago, or I can give him my place."

Shi Zhilin refused, "At the beginning, when the contract was signed, the secret realm would only be opened three times a year, and these three times could only be entered by regular disciples, so that it would be convenient for management. Tuesu Shao is not very old, so there will be no delay in entering next year."

Zhou Yiran wanted to say more, but was interrupted by the crackling sound outside the window, followed by the sound of fighting.

Shi Zhilin looked down with his chin propped up, saw a few teenagers, and was about to look away, when he saw a fairly familiar face among them.

He scanned the dishes and chopsticks on the table, finally broke off a branch of flowers, rubbed the petals, and threw them downwards.

I saw the petals flying, whirling and floating downwards, and happened to land on the side of several teenagers. At this moment, the seemingly soft petals seemed to have a mighty force, and they directly pushed the several teenagers who were beating together to the ground. , and can't get up.

A little fat man was trying to turn over and said angrily, "Who dares to plot against your grandpa! Itchy skin, isn't it!"

Shi Zhilin sat on the window frame with bent legs, dangling his bald stem, and said with a smile, "My skin is really itchy, why don't you scratch it for me?"

"You—" The little fat man finally turned over, got up quickly, pointed to the second floor and was about to scold, "...Brother Zhilin."

Shi Zhilin threw a flower pole on his head, "The fight came in front of me?"

The little fat man covered his head and said, "I have a reason for this!"

Shi Zhilin raised his eyebrows, jumped down in front of the little fat man, and pretended to be listening attentively, "Tell me, why?"

The little fat man moved his mouth, but turned his head and refused to speak.

Shi Zhilin, "Why didn't you say anything?"

Little Fatty "Anyway, I have a reason!"

Shi Zhilin looked like he saw through him, "Is he the one that the little lady you like likes?"

When Shi Zhilin met this little fat man before, he was hiding by the river and weeping sadly. When he was interested, he found out that this little fat man was actually a great lover. It is said that he was only thirteen years old, but he already liked him. Xiao Qingmei has been with me for 13 years, so after learning that Xiao Qingmei has a sweetheart, she ran to the river alone and cried, crying and scolding herself for being fat, and said that she must lose weight, and then she would be better than the one who robbed her of Xiao Qingmei. Boys are better looking.

At that time, Shi Zhilin laughed out loud when he heard that, but the little fat man burst into tears when he saw him. Nothing can be more than him.

Shi Zhilin thought he was interesting, so he taught him a few sets of physical fitness techniques, and told him that he could lose weight if he persisted.

The little fat man I saw at this time has lost a lot of weight compared to the fat man back then.

The little fat man whispered, "That's right, but I didn't hit him because of that."

Shi Zhilin glanced at the thin young man, and patted the chubby boy on the shoulder, "The things I teach you are not for you to bully others, and if I see you again, I won't give you the next volume."

Little Fatty: "I didn't bully him!"

Shi Zhilin hugged his chest, "Then why did you hit him?"

The little fat man flared his nostrils, and after a while he snorted and turned his head away, "I won't say it! Leave it alone!"

Shi Zhilin imitated him and snorted, pursed his lips and said, "Then I really don't care."

Little Fatty: "Don't worry about it."

Shi Zhilin raised his eyebrows, and was about to speak, when he saw a snow-white figure across the sky, his eyes lit up immediately, "Little Bailong! Wait for me!"

After finishing speaking, he pinched the little fat man's face, "Don't cause trouble! Otherwise, next time I see you, I will clean you up." Then he waved his hand to Zhou Yiran upstairs, "Brother Zhou, I have to leave beforehand!"

When the voice fell, he had already turned into a stream of light and flew towards the sky, and his figure had disappeared on the street.

Zhou Yiran pursed his lips, took out the communication stone, and was about to report the situation to his father when he heard the conversation of the boys downstairs.

The little fat man pointed at the thin boy and said, "You see, I really know Daoist Yao Ling. I warn you, if you let me hear you spread those rumors everywhere again, I will go to Tianshan to sue!"

The thin young man raised his head with his head lowered all the time, "The Yao Lingdao Lord is close to the demon clan, why can't he say that?"

The little fat man panicked, "Dao-Jun Yao Ling is the nephew of today's son! He won't get close to the Yaozu!"

The thin young man said, "Then the one he chased just now was the prince of the demon clan?"

Little Fatty, "They are brothers from the same school! Naturally, we should get closer."

Thin boy: "Why haven't I seen any other disciples of Daoist Yugan getting close to the prince of the demon clan, and Daoist Yaoling is alone with the prince of the demon clan? Besides, I didn't make up the doggerel. Just say it casually."

The little fat man pointed at the thin boy, "Then I will call Taoist Yao Ling over tomorrow and let him listen to your doggerel, do you dare?"

The thin boy's face changed slightly, and he snorted, "I don't care about you!"

After speaking, he went into the alley and ran away.

Zhou Yiran was thoughtful, but suddenly raised his head and disappeared into the private room.

After a few breaths, he stopped the young man who was arguing with the little fat man before. The young man recognized him as the monk who was sitting on the second floor with Daoist Yao Ling before, and seeing his extraordinary cultivation, he couldn't help but kneel down on the ground "Don't kill me! I will never speak ill of Lord Yao Ling again!"

Seeing the young man's fearful expression, Zhou Yiran smiled and said, "I won't kill you, as long as you tell me the doggerel, I'll let you go."

The young man didn't even think about it, and just sang along the tune, "When the chaos opens, the heaven and the earth stand; the human race follows, and the monster race opposes;

Seeing him pause, Zhou Yiran couldn't help saying, "And then?"

The boy's Adam's apple rolled, sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead, and he dared not speak for a while.

Zhou Yiran smiled back, "Let me ask you, what's behind it."

Teenager "I, I, I... I don't remember!"

Zhou Yiran took out a pitch-black array flag, "Do you know what's inside?"

The young man looked at the little crimson and black flag, breaking out in cold sweat, "No, I don't know."

Zhou Yiran smiled, "This thing is called a formation flag. When it is inserted on the head of a living person, it will spontaneously absorb the blood of that person. When the whole flag turns red, it can be inserted into the formation to raise the formation." He shook it. Flag "Do you want to be my flag..."

"Yao Lingsheng, all living beings!" The young man closed his eyes and kowtowed vigorously after shouting, "I will never spread the word indiscriminately again, Xianjun, please forgive me!"

Zhou Yiran paused while playing with the flag, thought of something, and suddenly smiled, "You mean--'Yao Lingsheng, Tiandili'?"

The young man's head was on the ground, his clothes were already wet with sweat, and the cool wind swept over the back of his neck. He was trembling all over and begged for mercy, "Xianjun, please forgive me, I dare not dare again..."

He repeated this sentence, trembling for an unknown amount of time, until he finally couldn't kneel down and lay down on the ground, only to realize that the fairy had long since disappeared.