"Haha, yes, he is a man. I like him, Shen Xishan. Fortunately, you old man from the Shen family is quite smart."
"Yes, yes, yes, miss, you are frightened. It is because our Shen family is not strict in discipline. Please..."
"Okay, okay, I said it. For his sake, let's just forget about it."
Pointing at Qingyun who was speechless, Qi Shuang continued:
"When Shen Xiulin comes back, let him report to the Demon Sheng Sect by himself. This guy Shen Xiuzhu has good medical skills, so I will take him away."
Qi Shuang's words were like a beautiful fairy voice, which immediately made Shen Xishan, who was originally crying, widen his eyes and thought to himself, wouldn't this mean that there is another quota?
And it's...still favored by...this lady, isn't that...
"Are you satisfied now?"
The head of the Shen family, who was too lazy to pay attention to the beautiful dream, Qi Shuang asked Qingyun slightly naughtily, and even raised Qingyun's chin in front of the public, which was full of provocation.
The young man was afraid to avoid her, God knows what else this crazy girl was planning.
Besides Qingyun, the most calm person in the field is none other than Shen Shumei.
Looking at Shen Qianli in less than half a quarter of an hour, from a high-ranking wind-controlling monk to an old man named Fengzhu who had his tongue removed and his arms cut off, she couldn't believe her eyes. It was as if someone had suddenly opened a hole.
With turbulent emotions mixed with heartbroken tears, she hugged Shen Xiuzhu, who was at a loss next to her, and cried loudly.
Looking at all this, Qingyun knew very well that there was no difference between the people struggling to survive in the turbulent world of mortals, whether it was thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, or light pistils and plum blossoms.
Including the late Shen Li and the others, whether they are humans or true clans, the root of what they did is nothing more than two words:
Survive.
Qi Shuang may be just a disciple with a good status in the Demon Sheng Sect, but she is able to trample on the lives and dignity of the Shen family monks with such a arrogant attitude.
That face that was both incredibly beautiful and arrogant made Qingyun have mixed feelings in his heart.
"In order to survive, Shen Li seized the body of the ancient monk to escape from trouble, and then worked hard for his lord. In order to survive, Shen Qianli knelt down and kowtowed to commit suicide to atone..."
Qingyun suddenly felt that there might be nothing wrong with these people in the Demon Sect taking survival and interests so seriously.
Because if Qi Shuang hadn't been there today, Shen Xiuzhu's end might have been worse than Shen Qianli's.
It's like a script and an actor. You play the upright hero who sacrifices himself for others, but he pretends to be the cunning scum who does all kinds of evil.
Everything goes on and on, just to finish a drama that will eventually come to an end. Even as Qi Shuang said, his hypocrisy and pedantry seem to be just a little bit there.
That's why Qingyun silently thought of his father when he met Shen Li and died.
That night, neither father nor son expected to be separated after dawn.
Of course, the stories and joys and sorrows behind these various faces, and even the Shen Xiulin whom he has never met, have never had anything to do with Qingyun.
"I hope Shen Xiulin can drink more rock sugar snow pear for Shen Li!"
After the fate was over, he followed Qi Shuang and headed towards the main sect of the Demon Life Sect in high spirits but in a nonchalant manner.
I brought along a bag-carrying boy, Shen Xiuzhu.
Not to mention Shen Cheng, it was also the first time for Mr. Jingzhou to come here. Qi Shuang, who didn't want to be in the Mo Sheng Sect, had never set foot here, so before leaving, she was so shameless that she asked Shen Xishan to give her surgery. A treasure bag full of souvenirs.
In the words of the witch, in a small town like Shencheng, which is not popular, there are not even 100 people but 80 people near the Demon Shengmen. If you run around each other, you will be exhausted. Isn't it normal that you have never been there?
"Why do you want so many weird things?"
After leaving the city, Qingyun couldn't help but ask.
When Shen Xishan sent people to sort them out, I accidentally caught a glimpse. A large part of those souvenirs seemed to be pastries and toys from the market. Aren't they all for children to play with?
"Girls' secrets, why are you asking so many questions? Tsk!"
He rolled his eyes at Qingyun in annoyance, Qi Shuang, who was tall and tall, tilted his head and gave me a big slap on the back of his head.
After the incident was over, the relationship and atmosphere between the three gradually became more subtle. Although Shen Xiuzhu was always scolded, he seemed happy to be used as a punching bag for Qi Shuang.
In order to win Qi Shuang's trust, Qingyun answered almost every question about her origins, because she was her hope of getting into the Demon Sect.
However, unlike the anxious young master, Qi Shuang walked slower and slower, and for hundreds of miles she felt like she was out of the sight of sightseeing. Anyway, whether she was sleepy or tired, there was always someone to relieve her boredom, and she was able to enjoy herself.
But what made Qingyun a little concerned was that the witch was the same about her origins as she was when she returned to Shencheng. She would either make fun of him or give random answers.
Even when the young master asked her why she came to Shencheng, she would just explain it by saying that she went out to relax. Anyway, no matter how Qingyun tried to trick and test her, it was basically in vain. She often said nothing at first and last, obviously not wanting to reveal the truth.
In this regard, the young master has no other choice but to secretly speculate on the truth and falsehood.
After more than a hundred miles away from Shen City, they officially entered the uninhabited wilderness, but Qingyun carefully discovered that Qi Shuang, who was originally walking casually, gradually became cautious.
After careful questioning, I found out that because Jingzhou had always been on good terms with the demon tribe, there were demon cultivators with outstanding strength living in the deep mountains and swamps.
Most of these demon cultivators who live in isolation will not shed their demon bodies in the Hundred Meridians Realm, but choose to practice in a more powerful physical body.
Even some strange beasts, despite their limited intelligence, will also become incredibly powerful as time goes by.
Therefore, once human monks enter their territory, they must carefully restrain their aura, otherwise if it is regarded as a provocation, in many cases the consequences will only be two words:
Cool.
I don’t know if the young master and the others just memorized it, but under the leadership of Qi Shuang, the three of them would either encounter strange beasts or the demon cultivator who lorded over the mountain almost every few dozen miles they walked.
The demon cultivators are usually better off, and the disciples of the Demonic Sect can show some respect, especially since most of the people who live under their feet are human spirits, oh no, it should be said to be goblins.
But alien beasts are not so easy to deal with.
At first, Qingyun could still use the power of the true spirit to intimidate, but some guys with thin blood seemed to be extremely stupid, as if they couldn't feel the powerful pressure from their previous life.
The three of them could only walk and fight, and take a break.
"Qingyun, what's the name of your sword? Although it's not a high grade, why does it have such an evil aura? This kind of weapon is usually unknown!"
After a battle against the alien beasts, the three of them sat around the fire and Qi Shuang asked curiously.
"Luo Yunjian."
Qingyun responded casually while applying refined salt and spices to the hind legs of the exotic beast on the grill.
It seemed that the witch and the boy had been pampered since childhood, so the miserable young man had no choice but to take the initiative to become a cook.
"Luo Yunjian...Luo Yunjian...hum!"
"What are you doing? Does your name offend you?"
Qi Shuang's slightly angry snort made Qingyun couldn't help but look back.
"Tch, can you show it to me?"
"Okay, oh, by the way, give me a dagger. The hind legs will be roasted even more delicious after being sliced open."
"Huh? You actually did this with my beloved weapon?"
Qi Shuang's voice was sweet, but she rarely showed a coquettish look, which made Shen Xiuzhu stunned.
"Do you want it to taste better?"
"Oh, okay then~"
Pretending to be displeased, Qi Shuang exchanged weapons with Qingyun, but as soon as Luo Yun got the sword, the witch lost her balance and almost fell over.
"It's so heavy! This...how can this sword be so heavy!"
"Hold it firmly, don't move your waist."
The young man was happy to see the witch deflated and sneered.
Seeing this, Shen Xiuzhu quickly stepped forward, and with the help of each other, he finally lifted the Luo Yun Sword.
Because it was too heavy, the two had to share the burden and put the sword flat on their legs. Shen Xiuzhu took the opportunity to get closer. Seeing that Qi Shuang did not refuse, they blushed and looked at it together.
"This sword looks like it is a mid-level magic weapon. It is estimated to be at least fourth or fifth level. How can it be so sharp?"
Shen Xiuzhu's eyes revealed a strange light.
Although he comes from a family of medicine, his own strength is not bad, which can be seen from the fact that he can besiege Shen Li together with Qi Shuang and Qingyun.
Moreover, Shen Xiuzhu clearly remembered that Qingyun cut off Shen Yi's weapon with one sword, and the black sword light that he had never seen before directly caused his poor seventh uncle to receive the lunch box.
"Well, I've never seen a sword made of this kind of material. It doesn't even look like metal, but even fine gold or meteorite wouldn't be so heavy!"
"Killing people and drinking blood is a serious crime. The evil swords used to kill living beings are generally very heavy."
The young man said nonsense.
"It should be."
Qi Shuang nodded in a serious manner, and Qingyun couldn't help but look at the opponent's weapons while laughing secretly.
What this witch uses is a pair of extremely exquisite double-edged daggers, which are slightly longer than the palm of her hand. The blades seem to be cold. When Qingyun cuts the barbecue, the daggers seem to freeze the skin first, and then use the sharp edge to freeze the skin. Break open, very magical.
The handle is made of an orange-red metal. When you hold it in your hand, you can feel waves of warmth flowing from the palm of your hand into your body.
Not only does the speed of spiritual power run faster, but his own fighting spirit also becomes high, which coincides with the effect of Luo Yunjian's clear mind and clear will.
"What's the name of your daggers?"
"One is called Jiangong, the other is called Liye. The one you hold is called Jiangong."
"Pfft~"
When he heard the name, the young master almost couldn't hold back his laughter on the spot. Even Shen Xiuzhu immediately covered his mouth, for fear of offending this tall witch.
"What are you laughing at?! Can't women make contributions?"
Not to mention, in ten days of getting along, this was the first time Qingyun had seen Qi Shuang get angry, and the fluctuating blue lines under her eyebrows seemed to open with anger at any time.
Voice-over: I didn’t think much about nicknames in the past, such as Yao Shengtian outside the Demon Sheng Sect and Yun Youya inside Qingxu Tian. Now these big guys are not easy to call, hahaha~
