A place like a tea house, whether it is not in the mortal world or in the world of cultivation, is the best place for businessmen or monks to inquire about news.
The handsome monk's voice was not low, which caused all the monks in the restaurant hall to shut up and listen—
"Reverend Jiang Liu, is your statement true?" It was the handsome monk's companion who asked this question.
"Fellow Daoists have heard of the news that Demon Lord Yu Huan returned without success in the secret realm of the sea area?" Daoist Jiang Liu waved his green plume fan with an inscrutable expression on his face. The three major sects were almost destroyed, and only Demon Lord Yu Huan survived, do you know why?"
"Could it be related to that Yijun Yaowang?"
The real person Jiang Liu asked the doubts in his heart for all the monks present.
Gossip is human nature.
Especially the gossip of those in high positions.
Everyone pricked up their ears, waiting for the answer from Master Jiang Liu.
Holding the cup, the demon king looked at Ning Zhi nervously, and sent a voice transmission to Ning Zhi's sea of consciousness, "Ning Ning, they are slandering you, you have to believe me."
Ning Zhi glanced at him, didn't speak, and continued to listen to the gossip of that real Jiang Liu.
"Yes." Master Jiang Liu lowered his voice and said: "The demon king has read all the beauties, but he fell into the hands of the demon king Yuhuan alone. In a fit of rage, he launched a human-monster war. If people from the upper realms did not come to suppress the demon king, it would be impossible to say that the current Yuhuan demon king..." At this point, he paused. Only when he suppressed it, he regretted it, so he came to the secret sea area in person, hoping to find his former lover back."
Everyone thought about it after listening to it.
The cup held by the demon king instantly turned into dust, his azure pupils gradually turned blood-colored, and the hidden marks between his brows were faintly visible, as if a living flame was beating, and a terrifying aura was released from his body invisible. The shock made the table tremble, and the teapots and cups on the table were covered with countless fine lines.
Ning Zhi took a sip of tea calmly, and said lightly, "The teapot is broken."
The demon king's breathing stagnates, and his whole body is like a punctured balloon. He restrains his momentum and complains: "The teapot is more important than me."
"The point is the teapot?" Ning Zhi put down the cup and said quietly, "Didn't you say that your name is Husband?"
"Cough, cough..." The demon king lowered his head guiltily, and coughed several times. After getting the hint, Jin Shu quickly found an excuse and ran out. The demon king drooped his head, and secretly grabbed Ning Zhi's clothes. Sleeve, faltering and saying: "Then what, the difference between Husband and Yijun, I am isolated from the world, and no one has mentioned the title for thousands of years. It is normal to remember wrongly, right Ningning."
"Heh!" Ning Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Then you are really a poor little girl, do I have to comfort you?"
"Be comforted." Yi Jun climbed up the pole, pinched a barrier, and began to show misery, "It's too difficult for me. When I was born, I had no father or mother. Not long after my transformation, I was killed by the former demon king." I don't want to be caught as a male favorite, she is a strong fox, I have worked so hard to kill her, and finally became the demon king, the human race took advantage of me just after the catastrophe and couldn't resist, so they arrested me as a Furnace, I escaped from those people with the price of three tails, but the human race blamed me for killing their kind, not only wanting me to sacrifice the siren clan, but also coveting my inner alchemy and beauty."
When Yi Jun said this, he secretly glanced at Ning Zhi, who had a dark expression in his eyes, and continued to add embellishment: "The human race is really too much. They arrested our people, ate our people's flesh and blood, refined our people's demon souls, and in the end they were shameless. The earth let me be their furnace, I was so angry that I finally killed them all, and suddenly a demon came out, saying that my sins were too deep, and suppressed me in the bottom of the sea. I was suppressed in the bottom of the sea for 8000 years , Only then did I break free from the formation that suppressed me, and now I am still arranging me and that Laoshizi Yuhuan Mozun, I don’t know him at all..."
Yi Jun recounted what he had experienced in his life in a miserable way, and also explained his relationship with that Demon Lord Yu Huan, and finally said with a sad face: "Ning Ning, I am suffering too much."
Ning Zhi said pitifully, "It's really pitiful."
The leader Yijun said expectantly: "Ningning, that comfort..."
"It is indeed necessary to comfort and comfort." Ning Zhi nodded in agreement, raised his hand, and wanted to touch his head. He seemed to have thought of something, and he withdrew his hand again, saying: "You monster's head can't be touched casually, forget it. , for the sake of giving me Linglian and Lingzi, if anything happens to you in the future, I won’t let you die.”
Yijun reminded with a stiff face: "This is a promise, not comfort."
"Comfort?" Ning Zhi thought for a moment, and said, "Do you want me to find handsome men and women for you to comfort you? This is not possible, this matter is beyond my bottom line."
"I don't like beauty." Yi Jun's face contorted for a moment, he suppressed the urge to kill the real Jiang Liu, took a deep breath, and said softly: "How about you kiss me as comfort?"
"Heh!" Ning Zhi let out a sneer, lifted his chin, looked at the bright sunlight outside, and said, "Go to sleep, there is everything in the dream."
"You said to comfort me." Yi Jun sat in front of the table, the hand under the table quietly grabbed Ning Zhi's clothes, shook it from side to side twice, and said softly: "You don't mean what you say, you lie to a demon."
Ning Zhi looked down at the hands on the wide sleeves. This robe was changed when he entered the city, and the style Yijun chose was similar to the style of the clothes he had transformed into fur.
He silently opened Yijun's hand, put away his wide sleeves, took out the only two Lingshi from the wide sleeves, put them in Yijun's hands, and said, "Good boy, take them to buy candy."
"..."
Yi Jun listened to Ning Ning's words to coax the cub, then looked at the spirit stone in his palm, and fell into deep thought.
At this moment, a group of monks with fierce aura came from the teahouse.
The leader is covered in hair and is six feet tall. His face is fierce and his muscles are knotted like dragons and snakes coiling around him, giving people a strong sense of oppression, especially a pair of red eyes, full of bloodthirsty and cruel light. After sweeping the hall, all the monks were like quails, all bowing their heads and not daring to look directly.
The strong man blocked the door like an iron tower, and an old man with thinning hair and a thin face came out from behind him. The old man laughed strangely and made a harsh voice, "I advise everyone, just store your things if you are acquainted." Hand over the space."
"Snapped!"
Someone slapped the table angrily.
Everyone followed the reputation and saw a table of disciples dressed in sect costumes. The one who patted the table was a young man. The young man stood up angrily, pointed at the old man and said angrily, "What are you?"
There are all kinds of monks in the teahouse.
There are mostly casual cultivators who are afraid of causing trouble, but there are also sect disciples who go out to practice.
Loose cultivators are on the verge of life and death, and they are more sensitive to danger than disciples who are protected by the sect.
The young disciple was not afraid of tigers when he was a newborn calf, so he was pulled a few times by his fellow disciples, and even shook off his fellow disciples' hands in annoyance, scolding: "Senior brother, we have all been bullied to the head, and you, a bunch of cowards!"
The young man's undisguised contempt annoyed all the monks, but they dared not speak out because of the threat at the door.
The old man's complexion was gloomy, and he let out a piercing and strange laugh. A skinny paw was exposed from the gray sleeve, facing the direction of the young man, and was about to make a move. Ning Zhi let out a light snort, which startled the old man. Come a cold look.
Ning Zhi didn't change his face and said: "Island Master, your chance to perform has come."
Hearing this, Yi Jun put away the spirit stone, raised his eyes to look up, frowned, and asked: "How can there be such an ugly thing in the world?"
"Since your eyes are hot, let's kill him." Ning Zhi said lightly.
Yijun changed his mind, "Then if I perform well, will you reward me?"
"The two little Nascent Souls dare to talk nonsense in front of this old man, they just don't know what to say!" The old man had a ferocious smile on his face, he looked at Ning Zhi like a dead thing, and a black lacquered spirit-calling banner appeared out of thin air in his hand, Facing a fan in the direction of Ning Zhi, countless black mist scrambled towards Ning Zhi.
Ning Zhi remained motionless, his expression still calm, "Then I will reward you with a consolation."
"Except for kiss. Kiss, refuse other comforts." After finishing speaking, he raised his sleeves and waved at the black mist, "If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence."
The lingering black mist was fanned by Yi Jun, and he turned around and headed straight for the old man.
The old man's complexion changed slightly, he used his spiritual sense to control the soul-calling banner, retracted the black mist, and released a sticky black mist again.
The dark aura released by the black mist made Ning Zhi frowned uncomfortably.
Seeing this, Yijun pulled out a scarlet long whip, and flung it towards the black mist. As soon as the sharp whip touched the black mist, it was like a swimming dragon, and it spontaneously left Yijun's hand, like a greedy child, absorbing the black mist without contentment. black mist.
The old man stared straight at the red whip with a greedy expression.
Worried about the impatience of Ning Ning and the others, Yi Jun flew forward, his figure was as fast as a ray of red light, where the red light passed, there was a clicking sound, before the group of people blocking the door could react, Yi Jun had already returned. When she got to the seat, she stretched out her hand, "Ningning, your hands are dirty."
Ning Zhi picked up the remaining spiritual tea in the cup in his hand, poured it into his palm, and said, "Wash."
All monks: "..."
After Yijun washed his hands, he waved at the whip in satisfaction, and the whip spontaneously returned to his palm. He put it away and said expectantly: "Ningning, reward..."
Ning Zhi took out two spirit stones from Yi Jun's arms, threw them on the table, and said, "Let's go first."
Ning Zhi went forward to touch the storage space on the group of people, took Yi Jun to find Jin Shu, and then went straight to the teleportation array, and was about to teleport, when a voice came from behind, "Fellow Daoist, please stay!"
Daoist Jiang Liu chased them all the way, saw the three of them were about to leave, he even called to stop the three of them, stepped forward and bowed his hands, "I'm going down to Jiangliu, disciples of the Wuji Sect, what do you call the two fellow Taoists?"
The vigilance in Yijun's eyes subsided, he squinted, and did not answer.
Daoist Jiang Liu didn't mind, and said enthusiastically, "The two fellow Taoists are leaving? Can you take my little brother with you?"
The handsome monk's voice was not low, which caused all the monks in the restaurant hall to shut up and listen—
"Reverend Jiang Liu, is your statement true?" It was the handsome monk's companion who asked this question.
"Fellow Daoists have heard of the news that Demon Lord Yu Huan returned without success in the secret realm of the sea area?" Daoist Jiang Liu waved his green plume fan with an inscrutable expression on his face. The three major sects were almost destroyed, and only Demon Lord Yu Huan survived, do you know why?"
"Could it be related to that Yijun Yaowang?"
The real person Jiang Liu asked the doubts in his heart for all the monks present.
Gossip is human nature.
Especially the gossip of those in high positions.
Everyone pricked up their ears, waiting for the answer from Master Jiang Liu.
Holding the cup, the demon king looked at Ning Zhi nervously, and sent a voice transmission to Ning Zhi's sea of consciousness, "Ning Ning, they are slandering you, you have to believe me."
Ning Zhi glanced at him, didn't speak, and continued to listen to the gossip of that real Jiang Liu.
"Yes." Master Jiang Liu lowered his voice and said: "The demon king has read all the beauties, but he fell into the hands of the demon king Yuhuan alone. In a fit of rage, he launched a human-monster war. If people from the upper realms did not come to suppress the demon king, it would be impossible to say that the current Yuhuan demon king..." At this point, he paused. Only when he suppressed it, he regretted it, so he came to the secret sea area in person, hoping to find his former lover back."
Everyone thought about it after listening to it.
The cup held by the demon king instantly turned into dust, his azure pupils gradually turned blood-colored, and the hidden marks between his brows were faintly visible, as if a living flame was beating, and a terrifying aura was released from his body invisible. The shock made the table tremble, and the teapots and cups on the table were covered with countless fine lines.
Ning Zhi took a sip of tea calmly, and said lightly, "The teapot is broken."
The demon king's breathing stagnates, and his whole body is like a punctured balloon. He restrains his momentum and complains: "The teapot is more important than me."
"The point is the teapot?" Ning Zhi put down the cup and said quietly, "Didn't you say that your name is Husband?"
"Cough, cough..." The demon king lowered his head guiltily, and coughed several times. After getting the hint, Jin Shu quickly found an excuse and ran out. The demon king drooped his head, and secretly grabbed Ning Zhi's clothes. Sleeve, faltering and saying: "Then what, the difference between Husband and Yijun, I am isolated from the world, and no one has mentioned the title for thousands of years. It is normal to remember wrongly, right Ningning."
"Heh!" Ning Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Then you are really a poor little girl, do I have to comfort you?"
"Be comforted." Yi Jun climbed up the pole, pinched a barrier, and began to show misery, "It's too difficult for me. When I was born, I had no father or mother. Not long after my transformation, I was killed by the former demon king." I don't want to be caught as a male favorite, she is a strong fox, I have worked so hard to kill her, and finally became the demon king, the human race took advantage of me just after the catastrophe and couldn't resist, so they arrested me as a Furnace, I escaped from those people with the price of three tails, but the human race blamed me for killing their kind, not only wanting me to sacrifice the siren clan, but also coveting my inner alchemy and beauty."
When Yi Jun said this, he secretly glanced at Ning Zhi, who had a dark expression in his eyes, and continued to add embellishment: "The human race is really too much. They arrested our people, ate our people's flesh and blood, refined our people's demon souls, and in the end they were shameless. The earth let me be their furnace, I was so angry that I finally killed them all, and suddenly a demon came out, saying that my sins were too deep, and suppressed me in the bottom of the sea. I was suppressed in the bottom of the sea for 8000 years , Only then did I break free from the formation that suppressed me, and now I am still arranging me and that Laoshizi Yuhuan Mozun, I don’t know him at all..."
Yi Jun recounted what he had experienced in his life in a miserable way, and also explained his relationship with that Demon Lord Yu Huan, and finally said with a sad face: "Ning Ning, I am suffering too much."
Ning Zhi said pitifully, "It's really pitiful."
The leader Yijun said expectantly: "Ningning, that comfort..."
"It is indeed necessary to comfort and comfort." Ning Zhi nodded in agreement, raised his hand, and wanted to touch his head. He seemed to have thought of something, and he withdrew his hand again, saying: "You monster's head can't be touched casually, forget it. , for the sake of giving me Linglian and Lingzi, if anything happens to you in the future, I won’t let you die.”
Yijun reminded with a stiff face: "This is a promise, not comfort."
"Comfort?" Ning Zhi thought for a moment, and said, "Do you want me to find handsome men and women for you to comfort you? This is not possible, this matter is beyond my bottom line."
"I don't like beauty." Yi Jun's face contorted for a moment, he suppressed the urge to kill the real Jiang Liu, took a deep breath, and said softly: "How about you kiss me as comfort?"
"Heh!" Ning Zhi let out a sneer, lifted his chin, looked at the bright sunlight outside, and said, "Go to sleep, there is everything in the dream."
"You said to comfort me." Yi Jun sat in front of the table, the hand under the table quietly grabbed Ning Zhi's clothes, shook it from side to side twice, and said softly: "You don't mean what you say, you lie to a demon."
Ning Zhi looked down at the hands on the wide sleeves. This robe was changed when he entered the city, and the style Yijun chose was similar to the style of the clothes he had transformed into fur.
He silently opened Yijun's hand, put away his wide sleeves, took out the only two Lingshi from the wide sleeves, put them in Yijun's hands, and said, "Good boy, take them to buy candy."
"..."
Yi Jun listened to Ning Ning's words to coax the cub, then looked at the spirit stone in his palm, and fell into deep thought.
At this moment, a group of monks with fierce aura came from the teahouse.
The leader is covered in hair and is six feet tall. His face is fierce and his muscles are knotted like dragons and snakes coiling around him, giving people a strong sense of oppression, especially a pair of red eyes, full of bloodthirsty and cruel light. After sweeping the hall, all the monks were like quails, all bowing their heads and not daring to look directly.
The strong man blocked the door like an iron tower, and an old man with thinning hair and a thin face came out from behind him. The old man laughed strangely and made a harsh voice, "I advise everyone, just store your things if you are acquainted." Hand over the space."
"Snapped!"
Someone slapped the table angrily.
Everyone followed the reputation and saw a table of disciples dressed in sect costumes. The one who patted the table was a young man. The young man stood up angrily, pointed at the old man and said angrily, "What are you?"
There are all kinds of monks in the teahouse.
There are mostly casual cultivators who are afraid of causing trouble, but there are also sect disciples who go out to practice.
Loose cultivators are on the verge of life and death, and they are more sensitive to danger than disciples who are protected by the sect.
The young disciple was not afraid of tigers when he was a newborn calf, so he was pulled a few times by his fellow disciples, and even shook off his fellow disciples' hands in annoyance, scolding: "Senior brother, we have all been bullied to the head, and you, a bunch of cowards!"
The young man's undisguised contempt annoyed all the monks, but they dared not speak out because of the threat at the door.
The old man's complexion was gloomy, and he let out a piercing and strange laugh. A skinny paw was exposed from the gray sleeve, facing the direction of the young man, and was about to make a move. Ning Zhi let out a light snort, which startled the old man. Come a cold look.
Ning Zhi didn't change his face and said: "Island Master, your chance to perform has come."
Hearing this, Yi Jun put away the spirit stone, raised his eyes to look up, frowned, and asked: "How can there be such an ugly thing in the world?"
"Since your eyes are hot, let's kill him." Ning Zhi said lightly.
Yijun changed his mind, "Then if I perform well, will you reward me?"
"The two little Nascent Souls dare to talk nonsense in front of this old man, they just don't know what to say!" The old man had a ferocious smile on his face, he looked at Ning Zhi like a dead thing, and a black lacquered spirit-calling banner appeared out of thin air in his hand, Facing a fan in the direction of Ning Zhi, countless black mist scrambled towards Ning Zhi.
Ning Zhi remained motionless, his expression still calm, "Then I will reward you with a consolation."
"Except for kiss. Kiss, refuse other comforts." After finishing speaking, he raised his sleeves and waved at the black mist, "If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence."
The lingering black mist was fanned by Yi Jun, and he turned around and headed straight for the old man.
The old man's complexion changed slightly, he used his spiritual sense to control the soul-calling banner, retracted the black mist, and released a sticky black mist again.
The dark aura released by the black mist made Ning Zhi frowned uncomfortably.
Seeing this, Yijun pulled out a scarlet long whip, and flung it towards the black mist. As soon as the sharp whip touched the black mist, it was like a swimming dragon, and it spontaneously left Yijun's hand, like a greedy child, absorbing the black mist without contentment. black mist.
The old man stared straight at the red whip with a greedy expression.
Worried about the impatience of Ning Ning and the others, Yi Jun flew forward, his figure was as fast as a ray of red light, where the red light passed, there was a clicking sound, before the group of people blocking the door could react, Yi Jun had already returned. When she got to the seat, she stretched out her hand, "Ningning, your hands are dirty."
Ning Zhi picked up the remaining spiritual tea in the cup in his hand, poured it into his palm, and said, "Wash."
All monks: "..."
After Yijun washed his hands, he waved at the whip in satisfaction, and the whip spontaneously returned to his palm. He put it away and said expectantly: "Ningning, reward..."
Ning Zhi took out two spirit stones from Yi Jun's arms, threw them on the table, and said, "Let's go first."
Ning Zhi went forward to touch the storage space on the group of people, took Yi Jun to find Jin Shu, and then went straight to the teleportation array, and was about to teleport, when a voice came from behind, "Fellow Daoist, please stay!"
Daoist Jiang Liu chased them all the way, saw the three of them were about to leave, he even called to stop the three of them, stepped forward and bowed his hands, "I'm going down to Jiangliu, disciples of the Wuji Sect, what do you call the two fellow Taoists?"
The vigilance in Yijun's eyes subsided, he squinted, and did not answer.
Daoist Jiang Liu didn't mind, and said enthusiastically, "The two fellow Taoists are leaving? Can you take my little brother with you?"
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