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The moon was shining brightly like water, and although there was no curfew on Dongguan Ancient Street, it was past midnight and there was not a single person to be seen except for those at watch.
Inn, inside the wing.
On a sudden whim, Su Qinian moved and interfered with the present world, and the windows leading to the ancient street opened silently.
The old man was teasing the little girl, hugging her and telling her stories. He didn't react at all to Su Qinian's strangeness.
Su Qinian saw a middle-aged man in a green robe walking slowly on the empty ancient street, bathing in the moonlight.
The middle-aged man in green robe raised his head, met Su Qinian's gaze, and a soft smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
But when this smile fell into Su Qinian's eyes, it turned into endless murderous intent. Almost instantly, the spirit in the Zuqiao Divine Courtyard shook, as if something had been expelled, making Su Qinian's ears and eyes clearer.
Master!
And he was not an ordinary master. Su Qinian felt a sense of horror deep in his heart. Except for the Jinguang Zhenren who faced the Golden Suo Peak, this time was second to none.
"The Protector of the Desire Demon Sect, Qin Shiyue, is here to send you to reincarnation."
The next moment, a voice sounded in Su Qinian's mind. It was as deep as silk and bamboo, yet gentle, just like the aura exuding from the middle-aged man in green robe.
This was a spiritual message. Su Qinian was shocked when he heard the words, "Demon of Desire Sect", these three words were like thunder, exploding deep in his soul.
There are thirteen sects of the Demon Sect, and the Desire Demon Sect is one of them. The inheritance of the Demon Sect has always been mysterious, and the people in the Demon Sect are also elusive. Since more than 5,400 years ago, the Demon Sect came to the world almost at the same time as the demon clan. It's hard to tell. For thousands of years, it has often disrupted the rules of etiquette and law, stirred up wind and rain, and regarded human life as a piece of trivial matter. It has been tolerated by the emperors of the Han Dynasty in the past dynasties. The righteous martial arts have also often killed people, but the Demon Sect has always had masters in the past. It has been passed down for thousands of years.
But in the end, what survived was not recognized by the world as the Thirteen Sects of the Demon Sect. Each sect is not inferior to any of the top martial arts sects or aristocratic families, or even stronger. It may not be as good as the major sects that govern the country, but in the past generations of the Demon Sect, there has been a demon master with supreme power, who aspires to be the destiny master. The combined efforts of all the sects have a profound foundation that is unmatched by the large number of ordinary sects that govern the country.
Su Qinian even knew that this generation of Demon Lords was the third most peerless person on the destiny list. It was rumored that a divine hunting knife was the foundation of the inheritance of the Demonic Way. According to ancient legends, it was once stained with divine blood, and it was terrifying. place. Incalculable.
Originally, many of the lists released by Ouchi exclude demons, with the exception of the Destiny List and Yuanshen List, because these top figures in the demons already have the power to break the rules, and even the emperors of the Han Dynasty need to face it. .
At this moment, Su Qinian's eyes were more solemn than ever before, the protector of the Demon of Desire Sect. Most of them are second-rate or above figures, and the grievances between his Qingyang Peak lineage and the Desire Demon Sect have been passed down from five hundred years ago.
There is a record in the Wudang Historical Notes, five hundred years ago. After Huashan Yuanshen discussed the sword, Jiyuan Zhenren and the leader of the Desire Demon Sect, one of the thirteen sects of the Demon Sect, fought in a thunderstorm and both fell.
A generation of Desire Demon Sect leader was lost in the hands of his Qingyang Peak lineage. Even now, Su Qinian can only smile bitterly in his heart. But since you have inherited it, you have to bear the consequences. If there are gains, there will be losses. This is the way to balance.
Before Su Qinian could say anything, Qin Shiyue, the protector of the Demon of Desire Sect, tens of feet away on the ancient street, took action.
He raised his palm, and the purple-red true energy was like mist, wrapped around the chaotic energy, flowing on his arm. With a sudden shock, he pressed down towards Su Qinian.
First-rate Hunyuan realm!
Su Qinian's pupils shrank, and the chaotic energy was clearly the original energy of heaven and earth falling from the depths of the void.
In an instant, Su Qinian felt something change before his eyes. He seemed to have arrived in a glorious palace, sitting high on a dragon chair. There was a graceful dancing girl, covering her body in thin clothes. Suddenly, she was very close. The green gauze slipped down, and the fragrance was fragrant. , a piece of pink light shines.
If the thought does not move, it will become empty.
Almost instantly, Su Qinian entered the realm of turtle breath, "****" was running, his spirit was beating, and his silver light was like water, tearing apart all the visions in front of him.
On the ancient street, Qin Shiyue raised her eyebrows, and there was a look of surprise in her pupils. It was quite extraordinary that she was able to break away from his true intention of being a demon in an instant, and his palms became firmer.
The air was stagnant, and as the Protector of the Desire Demon Sect took action, it was as strong as gold and iron. Su Qinian was imprisoned in place, unable to move.
This is a kind of power that is different from the true meaning. In a moment, Su Qinian's mental power was suppressed by life and death, and it was difficult to break out of the Zuqiao Divine Courtyard.
The air was like gold and iron, and it was difficult for Su Qinian to escape. At this moment, he truly felt the approach of death.
In front of a real master, he was still as fragile as a tiny ant, unable to resist at all.
The smile on his lips grew wider, and Qin Shiyue felt a deep sense of satisfaction in killing such a young hero from Qingyang Peak.
It was also this young man who showed off his sharp edge and possessed the ninth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". He was as spiritual as iron on the banks of the Han River and interfered with the world's visions. After that, he fought against Monk Kong Pu, the descendant of Ganlu Temple in Jiuhua Mountain. Perhaps most people don't know this. But Qin Shiyue knew clearly that there was a "Bodhi Moon Sword" in Ganlu Temple, which was the real temple-preserving martial arts. If it was confirmed with the "Xiu Ming Sword" of the Qingyang Peak lineage, he could quickly reach a high level. , Dacheng is expected.
You don't know how to hide your capabilities, bide your time, accept fate, suppress evil and promote good. Do you think you are the destined emperor?
The air melted away, revealing the vacuum world. As Qin Shiyue pressed down with a palm, the pale vacuum twisted and formed fine wrinkles, and it was suddenly before his eyes.
It is conceivable that if one is hit by this vacuum-distorting palm force, even a physical body tempered with the ninth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" will be beaten into powder.
Click!
The window shattered, and the old man who was holding the little girl in his arms and telling stories frowned, reached out and grabbed a glazed tea bowl on the table and threw it out, scolding: "Noisy!"
The teacup flashed past Su Qinian like a shooting star. The distorted vacuum so close at hand was smoothed away. Su Qinian regained his freedom with a lightening of his body.
On the ancient street.
Qin Shiyue, the protector from the Desire Demon Sect, was a little stunned when he saw the tea bowl flying out of the window. Then, a sound like thunder exploded in his Ancestral Aperture Divine Courtyard.
"Noisy!"
puff!
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his smile faded, and his expression changed with a snap of his fingers.
Buzz!
Then, I saw the palm-sized purple-black glazed tea bowl reaching the top of my head, like a huge sacred mountain falling down.
There was no real energy contained therein, and there was no trace of spiritual power attached to it. Qin Shiyue only captured an insignificant wisp of energy, but it seemed to be heavier than a mountain.
Damn it!
He tried his best to raise his palm, and his green robe flew up, hitting the top of his head.
Boom!
There was a muffled sound, like the beating of bells and drums, and the tea bowl shattered with a click. In Su Qinian's eyes, this protector of the Desire Demon Sect and a first-class master of the Hunyuan Realm flew backwards like a piece of lint for nearly a hundred feet and landed on the ground. After that, his figure flickered a few times, transformed into multiple phantoms, and then disappeared under the shadow of the moonlight.
At this time, the bright moon is setting in the west.
In Yangzhou City, there is a Dragon Guard Villa.
There is a deep courtyard, with bamboo shadows dancing in the air, a long lamp in front of the house is lit, and the house is filled with tranquility, fragrance and clear smoke.
At this moment, a middle-aged Confucian scholar was sitting at his desk, reading at night with a candle. There was a bowl of tea on the table, and the smoke was lingering like mist.
Um?
The middle-aged Confucian scholar raised his eyebrows suddenly, put down the precious silk book in his hand, raised his head, and his eyes seemed to penetrate all the obstacles and fell on a wide and long ancient street.
But soon, he looked back and murmured: "This game of chess is getting messier and messier..."
Dongguan Ancient Street, in the inn.
Su Qinian took a deep breath, turned around, and saw the old man carefully carrying the little girl to the bed. It turned out that before he knew it, the little girl had fallen into a deep sleep.
She was so tired. The little girl slept soundly, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised and the corners of her eyes still sparkling.
Su Qinian knew very well that it was difficult for the little girl to fall asleep these days. Even if she fell asleep, she would often wake up, worried that her grandfather would never wake up again. Although he told the little girl not to complain and rely on herself for everything, sometimes she would inadvertently During this time, you can still see the little girl secretly wiping her tears alone.
This world is dangerous, and the separation between life and death is really heavy for a little girl who is just eight years old.
Su Qinian thought, and Han Chi sword was taken out from the furnace of Yuanshi.
"Put it away, I am worthy of this sword." The old man waved his hand without looking back, but his voice sounded in his ears.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. At this moment, Su Qinian had a vague insight. The reason why the old man left his soul and melted into the sky and could not return was probably not just because of the Han Chi sword he forged, but the deeper reason. It cannot be understood that compared with the methods displayed by the old man, his experience is still too shallow.
Su Qinian hesitated to speak. Originally, if the old man could not wake up, he would not have had such an idea. But at this moment, even if the old man's identity was still unknown and the details were difficult to discern, he could not turn a blind eye.
After covering the little girl with a quilt, the old man turned around. His black hair was like ink, not a single white hair was visible. He was just a little thin, shirtless, and his eyes looked cloudy, but to Su Qinian, they seemed It is a square of chaos that contains the mustard seeds from the beginning of the world and can accommodate all the original power.
"If I go with you to Qingyang Peak, what can you give me?" The old man had no intention of being muddled and always understood Su Qinian's thoughts at a glance.
Su Qinian pondered, and the old man spoke again, saying calmly: "Originally, you saved my life, but I have repaid the favor just now, and with the addition of a Han Chi sword, logically speaking, we have nothing to lose. You should understand that gains and losses Youdao, there is no friendship between you and me."
Hearing this, Su Qinian took a deep breath. He calmed down and quickly made a decision. As soon as he thought about it, a sapphire bottle as big as a baby's fist appeared in the palm of his hand. He solemnly said: "Junior, I would like to ask senior to take this thing." Enter the mountain." (Please give me a monthly ticket, genuine subscription is the greatest support for Ten Steps!) (To be continued.)
