"He is not easy to talk to, so is this sect master also easy to talk to?"
Lu Bei said, seeing Zhao Wuyou's expression of mourning like an emperor, he raised his hand and touched his white hair: "I'm teasing you, after all, this is your territory, this sect leader will give in to some "Ahem"
There was a slight cough behind him, Lu Bei retracted his hand decisively, and put his hand on his clothes. Gushan City covers an area of 300 miles. The south is where 180,000 people live, and the north is the military camp, and there are caves where monks gather. There is no shortage of Taoist cultivators, demon cultivators, demonic cultivators, and Buddhist cultivators. Of course, there is peace in the chaos. Players’ hands are also stretched out here. Due to the difficult living environment, mainly because there are too few low-level tasks, and the promotion skills are seriously partial. , except for a few players who are still persisting, most of them deleted their accounts and practiced again, but they chose Xiao Fengxian to follow Lu Bei. Everything he saw was fresh. At his level, he joined the Gushan City defenders and participated in the resurrection mission three times a week. It’s not enough because Xiao Fengxian looked at everything fresh and looked cute as if she was new here. So Lu Bei looked indifferent and looked around. He said on his face that there was nothing interesting in the market. There was a lot of business and a car. The goods were counted in the cart, and both parties paid with one hand and delivered the goods with the other. Then the goods were put into bags, and a group of monks who ran orders sent the demon raw materials from the front to the rear factories. The factories are not in Gushan City, and the people here are only responsible for skinning and bleeding. Lu Bei knew exactly where the rough processing had gone. He didn't ask a single question, but soon he noticed something was wrong. He gave Lu Bei Chuanyin, the personal security guard and full-time secretary, a glance. He spoke in confusion: "Junior sister Wuyou, why are there so many demon cultivators in Gushan City? I won't say the following words. It hurts my feelings, but the meaning is right. Zhao Wuyou didn't use the Riddler to explain directly. He suffered from the invasion of the demon clan. Bitter, there is no shortage of monks with the blood of the demon clan in the territory, and the number is extremely large, and the proportion is much higher than that of Wuzhou, Xiongchu and other countries. This is the environment, no one can do anything about it. As for the loyalty of the demon cultivators, there is nothing to question. First of all, the demon cultivators The essence of cultivating is that people are not demons. Secondly, they have their own national conditions. The hatred between demon cultivators and demon clans is not much less than that of other cultivators. Because demon cultivators decorate demon clans, they are more concealed and often serve as the main force in surprise attacks. He has an excellent reputation. He is either the kind of person who has been looked down upon since childhood and wants to protect his family and country when he grows up. He is the last of the three evil villains. Lu Bei nodded secretly when he heard it and talked about the monks with the blood of the demon clan. , he thought of Sword Fierce Dugu. This guy has been fighting bloody battles for many years. The human blood in his body was contaminated by demon blood and lost its origin. Just one after another, he also developed supernatural powers that make his body immortal and his soul immortal. More or less. He and the demon cultivator talked as they walked away from the gathering place. When they arrived at the border of the military camp, the defenders came forward to question him. Zhao Wuyou showed his token. The defenders received the order and confirmed the identities of the people traveling with them before letting Lu Bei take advantage of the opportunity. After a few glances, he saw that each person had heavy black armor and a thick back straight sword with a waist length of about one meter and two. He was muscular and powerful. At first glance, he looked like Fang Wuzhou, who had experienced many battles on the battlefield. He was also a centurion. He could only look at the gate, but there was no door. He was just looking at the fence where people were crossing the broad road. From a distance, Lu Bei saw three rows of catapult-like weapons. They had all become immortals. Moreover, the enemy was still a demon race. Ordinary catapults were scraping on the battlefield. They will all be laughed at by the monsters, so these three rows of catapults are all made by monks. The materials and shells are made of materials and shells similar to those of the Yins. They are driven by mana and are powerful. They are not magic weapons but also magic weapons... Bayi Chinese website
In the garrison camp, a portal opened in the Black Stone Hall, leading to the gloomy world of the sharp and solid walls of the Black Mountain. A man stood on the mountain, with a tall figure, wearing a black light armor, blowing smoke from his chest, and two heroic pens clasped with beast claws on his shoulders. His sword-shaped eyebrows are slanted, and he has a majestic appearance. Looking at him with a head full of white hair, it should be the only flaw in the Zhao family's ointment. A claw mark cuts off his eyebrow, which goes deep into the left half of his face. His left eye is sunken and his eyeball is protruding. His appearance is almost over 100, but fifty points are deducted. points, the man who came directly below the passing line is indeed a member of the Zhao family. His surname is Zhao and his given name is Fang Ce. He has a position in the army, serving as a military marshal and a part-time emperor. The armor on his body is called iron. It is an artifact passed down from the ancestors of the old Zhao family. It has been used since the founding of the People's Republic of China. Only the general can wear it, and the emperor cannot stand aside. Two tall men are kneeling on the ground, and a little girl who is about one meter tall is standing. At first glance, it seems that there are three people and two big men kneeling. It's hard to describe. She has five big and three thick eyebrows. They are called one and six respectively. She is the imperial guard beside the emperor. She is responsible for self-destruction at critical moments. She is a little girl. She has clear teeth and is radiant. She has a flying look when she looks at her. She also has beautiful skin and cherry blossom lips. She has a standard beauty figure...
It can only be said that if you don’t look carefully, you can’t tell the difference between the positive and negative evil spirits. The three evil men of Tuyun Palace are the sword evil men who drink blood all day long. He travels alone, talks little, and wanders among the mountains in the north. He rarely shows up, except Mo Xiutu. He understands military law and has foresight. He is the most human-speaking among the three people. "Xia, we agreed to stay for three days." It's only been three days, why are you still hanging on? You must know that you are not joking. If you talk nonsense, you will be struck by lightning." He licked his fingers and just wanted to drive Zhao Fangce away. It would be too much trouble for the emperor. What if he died? In Gushan City, she also wanted to follow the unlucky one and six. She said nothing, but looked at Tu with her big eyes and puffed out her nostrils to maintain the last dignity of the imperial guard. Zhao Fangce didn't take it seriously. He was used to the way monk Yungong spoke, and frowned. He frowned slightly and said, "Have you found out the information you checked, Gu Ming?"
"No, I don't have time to check."
Tu shook his head directly and added: "I asked Dugu to investigate. He went deep into Shiwanda Mountain. I think he will gain something. Zhao Fangce remained silent. Who is Sword Fierce Dugu? He knows everything from top to bottom. Let him go out to do things. , there is a high probability that he will be lost for three years, and someone will have to be sent to find him in the end. "Hey, Lu's bloodline has extraordinary magical powers. If you insist on seeking revenge from him, you may be in trouble."
The butcher said: "In my opinion, it is better to hide from him for two hundred years, become invincible in the world, and then trap his eyeballs and stomp on them. Maybe I will beat him to death before you get out of seclusion."
After saying that, Zhao Fangce was not happy. He looked at Tu indifferently, his condescending gaze was very oppressive. Tu smiled and then fell silent. He lowered his head and stepped on the ground with his toes, as if preparing to leave the three rooms and one living room and "Look for Lu alone." Not seeking revenge.”
"Really or not, the injury on your face has been there for thirty years."
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Zhao Fangce was silent again. As a mature emperor, he chose not to have the same understanding as Tu, and said slowly: "Before Wufeng City was destroyed, the guard Zhao Fang of the Jin Dynasty, Gu Mingren investigated, and the results were recently obtained. The matter was secretly handled by Lu An He planned and dispatched four of his demon generals. "What I mean is..."
"If Lu doesn't do anything meaningless, Wufeng City will be ruined. There is something hidden in it. I can't think of it, and I don't dare to think about it deeply. We have to find out where Lu is hiding within two days." "Well, two days is a bit strange, isn't it?" It’s a rush, it will take at least three days…”
"I gave you three days before I did."
"If I had told you earlier, I wouldn't have wasted three days. Also, why not leave this matter to others? Isn't that good for Birdman? He is the fastest."
Tu Tou rubbed his temples with pain, and said after a moment: "By the way, Zhao Wuxie recommended a general to me, who is the only daughter of Wufeng City guard Zhao Fangjin. Do you want to meet her?
"No need"
Zhao Fangce's expression remained unchanged, as if he had thought of something, and said: "He also reported this matter to me. Several other people accompanied the general to Gushan City. One of them was named Lu Bei, the master of the Wuzhou Tianjian Sect, with an immortal inheritance. The sword's will is sharp and sharp, and Dugu was once defeated by his fierce sword."
"I understand, this is our territory."
Tu patted his chest and said loudly: "I'll give him some clues later. It's not good to have a surname. He has to be named Lu. I don't know that our emperor won't deal with people named Lu! In my opinion, it's him Deliberate choice comes first, and safeguarding national prestige comes second.”
"I didn't say that"
Zhao Fangce said calmly: "Your general Wuyou once served as an official in the palace. Zhao Wuxie asked for advice and then took her away from the palace. He wanted to seduce Tianjian Sect Lu Bei with her beauty in order to leave the bloodline of the immortal sword master. , so far no achievements have been made.”
"No, Zhao Fangjin, who is a countryman, actually used his daughter to seduce monk Wu Zhou, and even came to his door. Are we all so cheap?" Tu dug his ears and looked at Zhao Fangce with a look of disgust, "You don't understand the Immortal Sword." The value of intention, the invincibility of abandonment, is not as simple as it sounds."
Zhao Fangce ignored his disgusted face and said coldly: "I'll give you a mission to hold Lu Bei down. If necessary, use some unconventional means to preserve his bloodline."
"Okay, okay, who made you the emperor? I just listen to you..."
Tu Jian, mid-sentence, suddenly realized something was wrong. He raised his head and said, "Hey, this unlucky guy who performed the mission, I mean the candidate who left the bloodline, could it be me?"
"You can't do it. The evil thoughts are too strong. If you inherit the bloodline of the Immortal Sword Master, you will only give birth to a defective product."
I can talk! "
Tu Sazui said that she would handle this matter in a foolproof manner, guaranteeing that today next year, no, ten months later, Zhao Wuyou will give birth to little Baimao with the blood of the Immortal Sword Master. "By the way, since the Immortal Sword Intent is so powerful, , will the little white hair still be white?
"Gu Ye is very curious"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
