On the third day of going up the mountain, just after nightfall, Meng Zhao was sitting peacefully on the wooden bed in the stone house, lighting a stick of awakening incense beside him. The green incense turned into two thin snakes, swimming around and filling Meng Zhao's ears. After entering the body, my mind suddenly became extremely clear, my mental strength increased greatly, and I began to understand and experience the martial arts created by my own enlightenment...
It lasted for about a quarter of an hour, and half of the Xingshen Incense burned. Meng Zhao snuffed it out, put it back in the box, and silently sensed the changes in his body.
"Well, it's true that my mental strength has not increased, but my use and detection of qi has greatly improved. This means that during the improvement period, all my research and insights have been retained, which is pretty good."
Meng Zhao currently focuses on two aspects of martial arts. The first is his own fundamental martial arts, the Dutian Yulong Ziwei Emperor Sutra. This is the foundation for his future achievements. He cannot be careless. The martial arts itself also has extremely strong potential. .
It can be said that the more in-depth you study, the more profound and profound it becomes. Even if you study it for a lifetime, you may not be able to fully grasp it.
The second is the martial arts created by Sudden Enlightenment.
This martial art is his own original creation in the true sense. It is not deduced from consuming energy points according to the sky mirror. In addition, it reflects the way of heaven, earth and man. It has a strong sense of exploring the relationship between the three. It is lofty and mysterious. , so it is natural to focus on this skill.
He had just used the Awakening Incense to enhance his mental strength, and then used it to understand and perfect this martial arts secret method, and he had gained a lot.
Just as he was about to take a rest, he heard three gentle knocks on the door. Meng Zhao frowned, got up and went to the ground, opened the door, and saw Niu Dali, Zheng Que, and Su Can.
Everyone was neatly dressed and looked excited. Their faces were shiny in the dark night. They each held a snow-white paper fan in their hands, fanning them, which looked very strange.
These three people cannot be said to have well-developed limbs and simple minds, but they are also in the martial arts style. It is not unusual to use a knife. When did they have such leisurely and elegant feelings, and use a paper fan to be arty?
Before Meng Zhao could ask, Niu Dali winked at him and said,
"Brother, our evil cultivators are holding a small gathering tonight. We have rented a side hall of the Immortal Palace. It will be very lively tonight, will you come?
This is a good thing. Lao Niu, I was thinking of you and came to find you as soon as possible. "
Meng Zhao was a little surprised and asked quickly,
"What's going on? Could it be that the devil's meeting is being held now?"
Meng Zhao remembered that there should be two days left for the official Outer Demons Meeting, and the Inner Demons Meeting would not start until after the Outer Demons Meeting was over, so there was still plenty of time. Could there be some accident that would cause the Demons Meeting to be advanced?
Niu Dali waved the paper fan in his hand, blowing the gold ring on his earlobe, and then said,
"That's not true. It's just that a guy named He Liu has some energy. He took the initiative to contact many people and stirred up the momentum. He also managed to get the connections from nowhere, so that the people of Bishui Immortal Palace could lend a side hall in advance. After setting up the venue, everyone was ready to go and see what was going on.
In general, it should be a small gathering similar to a demon guild. There might be treasures, elixirs, and martial arts secrets that brothers need. Why not go and have a look together, rather than being alone in the house and holding your breath. "
Someone is actively planning to pull this matter, and it is obvious that the purpose is not simple, but Niu Dali and others have no desires and are strong. As long as they can get the benefits, they can do anything. If you like to show off, go ahead and show off.
So I planned to take Meng Zhao with me to have fun and watch the excitement.
After a few days, even though Su Can was cold-faced and taciturn, his attitude towards Meng Zhao reached a friendly level. At least he had a friendship and good things happened, and of course he would not leave behind his new friends.
Meng Zhao's heart moved. The stone house was narrow and cramped, the environment was crude, and the external environment was noisy. It was not a good place for practice. In the past few days, he had finished his daily homework and went to bed. He inevitably felt bored and boring.
At this time, knowing that there was fun to watch, he immediately got into his thoughts, nodded repeatedly and said,
"Okay, count me in on this."
With that said, he went back to the house, changed into formal clothes, and tidied up his personal appearance. He felt that it was almost done, and then left the stone house.
Halfway along the way, you can see sparse figures walking on the quiet, cold mountain road covered by the moonlight.
Some are alone, some are in groups of twos and threes, with clear boundaries between them, as if there is an invisible wall separating the big ones. And at some point, a small mist appears on the mountain, and the shadows of people add a bit of mystery. The spooky atmosphere is like a scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night.
"No, brother, you put this fan away. This is your token. When you get to the place later, there will be someone guarding the door. If you want to get in, this paper fan is indispensable. Don't lose it. Oh, old cow, I can’t get a second one.”
Meng Zhao took the paper fan, weighed it, unfolded it, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then said,
"The workmanship of this fan is quite good, and the person who wrote the inscription on it is also very good. However, it seems a bit weird to use the fan as a token. What kind of person can get a fan?"
Zheng Que was also very interested at this time. He lowered his voice and explained to Meng Zhao,
"Brother Bi, this matter is not as simple as it seems. It is a follow-up to the battle between the two parties not long ago.
That He Liu was actually the leader of the party that day. He was whipped and worked as a coolie. He got a connection from nowhere and was able to rent a side hall of the Immortal Palace. Everyone went there because of his face. Participated.
None of the people who can go to this side hall of the Immortal Palace are from the sect. Most of them are my senior brothers and I, who teach martial arts alone, or like Lao Niu, who don’t even have a master. They rely solely on talent and luck. , and some achieve cultivation through their own efforts.
Originally, you had a close relationship with the two people from the Demon Lord Hall, and He Liu was not going to give you a folding fan to let you in. It was Lao Niu who patted his chest as a guarantee for you, so he asked for an extra paper fan. Just for you. "
Meng Zhao thoughtfully folded up the paper fan and thanked Niu Dali in a sincere tone.
Niu Dali was happy in his heart, but on the outside he remained calm and showed an indifferent expression.
It can make the heirs of Tianmo Palace appreciate him, and he will be closer to his goal.
Of course, this is what Niu Dali thinks. Whatever the reality is, it can only be said that it is unpredictable and difficult to predict.
Apart from that, what he was thinking about was, what was the purpose of He Liu convening such a small gathering at this time?
If, as Zheng Que said, this demonic meeting was a follow-up to the last war, then He Liu would never be able to just act as an organizer in name only, let alone be courteous to others for no reason.
"It seems that this is also an ambitious person. Let's see what tricks he plays."
Meng Zhao had a vague guess in his mind, but he didn't dare to confirm it. He could only wait for the mystery to be revealed before verifying it.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, 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.
