Comprehension Recovery Evolution

Chapter 35
"Buy and leave, buy and leave!"

Stepping into the "Stone Gambling Field", Zhang Yang frowned slightly, seeing a casino with more tricks than the world.

Two black-clothed men without exercises walked towards Zhang Yang at the same time.

In the corner, a figure shrouded in a cloak got up and walked up to Zhang Yang: "My friend, it looks strange? I don't know why I come to 'Xiaoyujing'?"

Zhang Yang frowned and looked around at the enthusiastic gamblers with red eyes, and said seriously: "I heard there is a master here, come and meet. If you don't welcome me, I will leave now."

"Hey, it's not that you can't believe it. If you want to enter our 'Xiaoyujing', you need to be introduced by a regular customer. Or tell me, someone from the inner door leaked the news to you, and we will let you practice your hands." Inside the cloak, a quilt The burned face was exposed, not only the face was burned, but also a scar extended from the right forehead to the root of the left ear. Seeing that Zhang Yang did not answer for a second, the man in black put the cloak back on and said lightly: "Six, seven , this rare visitor has an unknown number, withdraw from the market, and stop the market!"

Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes slowly, pursed his lips, then turned around and left quickly.

"What! Stop the market? Which little bastard with no eyesight breaks into the market without permission, and ruins my good situation!"

"Master, I peeled off that bastard's skin!"

Shouts came from behind.

Zhang Yang frowned as he watched seven or eight cultivators with kung fu skills and dark and deep auras walk out of the entrance, and began to wander around. Knowing that they had stung a hornet's nest, he thought for a while, and then left quickly.

Lying on the bed in the residence, Zhang Yang was still thinking about the previous incident, and said to himself: "It seems that the involvement is very extensive, so careful, although Donghua Sword Sect is the third in Zhengxiu, the dark side behind it is quite dark. I don’t know if the suzerains all know it, if they don’t know, and thus spoil this person’s good deeds, they should be able to draw hatred and find enough opponents to complete the novice task.”

After struggling for a while, Zhang Yang sat up and said, "Cultivators go against the sky. If you retreat here, how can you go against the sky in the future?"

Jumping out of bed, Zhang Yang changed his clothes and left the residence.

As soon as he left the residence, a monk covered in a white robe, wearing a bamboo hat, and carrying a sword box walked past him.

The moment they passed by, a voice entered Zhang Yang's ears.

"You almost ruined our event."

Zhang Yang paused, turned around after walking a long distance, and saw the figure of the man in white robe flashing from the bushes, and then slowly disappearing.

Leading the way, Zhang Yang finally caught up with the white-robed man near Linzhong Town.

"What you can listen to and see at any time with your spiritual sense is the play on the stage. The performers naturally have to be clean. But the spectators in the audience don't care whether they are dirty or not, and they are unscrupulous in their actions. Little brother, I think Donghua Sword Sect’s identity invites you to join us, what do you think?” In a tree house, a white-robed man took out a wine bowl, placed it in front of Zhang Yang, filled it up, and waited for Zhang Yang. answer.

"I don't think I have any other options." Zhang Yang looked at the wine bowl in front of him, speechless for a while. Just now, the white-robed man had taught him about Bazhang's heart and mind, and told him that Donghua Jianzong's outer sect and inner sect, It is just a stage set up at will, and the disciples inside are all actors exposed to the eyes of high-level monks, and the real strength of Donghua Sword Sect is reserved among a group of Hidden Sect disciples who walk on the edge of darkness and act unscrupulously. The disciples of the sect hide in the dark and are powerful. They control all the movements of the world under the jurisdiction of the Donghua Sword Sect. They are secretly fighting with the other four sects of Zhengxiu and the five sects of Demon Cultivation at any time.

After explaining these things, the white-robed man invited Zhang Yang to enter the Yinmen.

These are all secrets. Zhang Yang has not even obtained this sect's exercises, and even if he has the various powers of the recovery system, he dare not refuse rashly.

"Whether to accept the hidden door or not depends entirely on the individual. The hidden door does not accept disciples who are not willing to enter the hidden door." The white-robed man said flatly: "If you want to refuse, you can say so, and you will never force it."

The white-robed mouth spoke of a high-sounding appearance, but his right hand slowly stretched behind his back, and took out a black dharma sword from the sword case, which was smeared with anti-reflective coating, and looked at Zhang Yang maliciously, and waited. He refused.

That way it will be very clear.

Either join the hidden door, or die.

"You're like this, and you're still talking nonsense!" Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, reluctantly picked up the wine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a grin on his face: "Okay, I voluntarily join the Hidden Sect. Then what."

"I've said it before." The white-robed man smiled slightly: "The actors on the stage are just shows for others to see, so they are all clean, pure and flawless. And I hide my door and do things by hook or by crook?"

Suddenly a gust of poisonous gas rose from Zhang Yang's lower abdomen, Zhang Yang's eyes widened and he pinched his neck: "You, you actually poisoned me!"

"That's right, the antidote to this poison is in my hands. If you can't satisfy me within three hours, you know the result." The white-robed man said coldly.

Zhang Yang said in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

"Dirty you a little." The white-robed man took off his cloak to reveal his true face, and his voice changed: "Hidden sect disciple, who doesn't have bloody hands."

"Meng Yao?" Zhang Yang said in surprise, "How could it be you?"

"Shut up! I'm not Ji Mengyao!" The man in white glared at Zhang Yang, regained his calm expression, took out a spar, looked at Zhang Yang and sneered: "Everything recorded by this photo stone will be your unclean Handle, in this way, you can be a safe disciple for the Yinmen."

"Take this picture stone and kill Ji Mengyao." The white-robed man looked at Zhang Yang coldly, and said flatly, "In this way, I can use her identity..."

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, put a god-level detoxification pill into his mouth, and at the same time, cast a restraining talisman, restraining her.

"Hidden Demon Sect?" Unbuttoning the white-robed man's robe, Zhang Yang took off a plaque from her waist, looked at the plaque, put it back again, stretched out a hand while pinching his chin, and placed it on her face. grope up.

The flames from the eyes of the female cultivator in white robes who were born the same as those of Ji Mengyao and Ji Mengxian could burn Zhang Yang to ashes, but Zhang Yang withdrew his hand and asked doubtfully, "Isn't it a mask? Are you really the same as Mengyao? Can't fix it!"

The white-robed female cultivator shed tears of hatred.

"So, the 'Little Yujing' just now was created by your Hidden Demon Sect?" Zhang Yang folded his hands, and a princess hugged the white-robed female cultivator: "It's a great achievement! Leave it to the ancestor fairy!"

Holding the white-robed man all the way, Zhang Yang gradually became strange.

"Wow, so bold!"

"Show affection, die fast!"

"Patriarch, let's send a lightning strike to kill this pair of bastards!"

"Hey, look over there, Zhang Yang ran wildly with Ji Mengyao in his arms, regardless of the defense between men and women."

"In my opinion, there should be something strange about this matter."

Zhang Yang was followed by a large group of people, their eyes were burning with the spirit of gossip.

After finally arriving at Mu Yunluo's residence with the female cultivator of the Hidden Demon Sect, Yan Rumeng covered her mouth, and Luo Wei's eyes widened in shock.

"Zhang Yang, what are you?" "Junior brother?"

The two had question marks all over their faces.

"It's too late to explain. To make a long story short, this is not Mengyao—!" Zhang Yang screamed, and rushed into Mu Yunluo's residence even faster.

Mu Yunluo was doing his exercises with his eyes slightly closed. When he saw Zhang Yang, he frowned. Then when he saw what Zhang Yang was doing, his face darkened: "Zhang Yang, what does this sect's regulations say?"

"No, Fairy!" Zhang Yang was in pain, and stretched his hand into the nun's robe in his arms.

"Huh?" A cold light flashed across Mu Yunluo's eyes: "How dare you be presumptuous!"

Zhang Yang only had time to lift the signboard of the Hidden Demon Sect before he was pinched by the neck and pushed directly through the wall, and Mu Yunluo pinned his neck to the ground outside the residence: "Kill you, you inhuman grandson!"

Zhang Yang's eyes were wide open, his tongue stuck out, his face was flushed and blue, and he was only a little bit closer to dying.

"Huh? Hidden Demon Sect?" Mu Yunluo finally saw the badge.

The hand on the neck was loosened, and Zhang Yang coughed loudly on the ground, breathing hard.

"As expected of Fairy Yunluo, you taught me a good lesson! This kind of person should be killed!"

"Hmph! Let go! Where is my Donghua Sword Sect!"

In the distance, a group of melon-eating disciples who didn't know the truth were talking as if they were trying to resolve their hatred.

Zhang Yang really felt like Yan Xiu at this time.

I can't wait to kill all these melon-eating disciples!
"Ahem! No wonder no one is doing things. If the consequences of doing things are to be criticized instead, what's the use of doing it!" Zhang Yang struggled to get up, turned his head, and ran away, his body grew rapidly, and his eyes were shining red: "What do you know!!"

"Zhang Yang, stop!" Mu Yunluo appeared in a flash, and quickly said: "The female cultivator captured by Zhang Yang just now is the number one outer sect of the Hidden Demon Sect, a thousand-faced witch. I will pass on this matter in the name of the suzerain later. Zongnei, restore Zhang Yang's innocence. You can't make any more unreasonable remarks!"

The anger in Zhang Yang's heart calmed down a little, and he returned to his normal body shape. He turned around and saluted, "Yes! Please follow the order of the master!"

Behind him, the disciples who eat melons do birds and beasts.

"Zhang Yang, follow me." Mu Yunluo waved to Zhang Yang.

"Yes, Master Patriarch, the disciple still has something important to report!" Zhang Yang thought of "Xiao Yujing" and said hastily.

(End of this chapter)