After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

late at night.

Xie Yue, a night owl who likes to draw talismans in the middle of the night, all the lights in his cave were extinguished.

The Xuanqing sword that Song Xi placed on the sword platform suddenly swayed with thin black water ripples, enveloping Song Xi who had been asleep for a long time.

She only felt that her consciousness sank, and then she opened her eyes and it was dawn. The days seemed to have passed for a long time like turning over the calendar.

Xie Yue invited her to a big meal, Shen Xiao went out to make alchemy every day to sell money to support the sect, Ye Wangyou was very powerful with a pair of sledgehammers dancing every day, An Yuzhi successfully brought Chongming grass back and awakened Tan Xue, Master retreats every day...

And she, lying on the recliner next to the elixir field every day, basking in the sun and eating melon seeds...playing with her mobile phone? ?

nice.

It's a beautiful day.

But it's fucking fake.

Xie Yue could treat her to a big meal and she would wash her hair upside down.

Song Xi opened his eyes and sat up abruptly from the bed.

The moon hangs high outside the window, only the luminous pearl on the table emits a soft shimmer.

Song Xi squinted at Xuan Qingjian, who was as quiet as a chicken on the sword stage, "I can conjure up a mobile phone for me, you're so fierce?"

"The weapon spirits of the divine weapons on the list of artifacts have all activated their intelligence. Don't tell me you don't have them. Where's the sword spirit? Get out."

Xuan Qingjian continued to be as quiet as a chicken.

Song Xi's aura of getting up reached its peak, and he kicked Xuan Qingjian off the sword stand with his legs up, and said through gritted teeth, "Penglai Island's bathroom is pretty big, if you pretend to be dead, I'll turn you into a real crap, shit, stick .”

The blade of Xuan Qingjian shook, and instead of pretending to be dead, a wisp of black mist flowed out, wrapping around Song Xi's fingertips flatteringly.

Song Xi flicked it away with his fingers, unmoved at all, "Why do you want to spy on my desire?"

The black mist was driven away and he didn't dare to approach Song Xi again, he hesitated and moved in place, Song Xi unexpectedly saw the feeling of grievance in the black mist strangely.

"Don't be cute, just answer my questions if you want to stay by my side."

The black mist flowed quickly, spelling out several large black characters in the air: I need my master to support me.

Song Xi: "..."

Almost forgot this, the sword is delicate, every sword cultivator has to take the treasures of heaven and earth to continuously nourish the natal sword, so most of the sword cultivators put all their wealth on the natal sword, and they themselves are so poor that they are also called "Sword slave".

But if she wanted her to pay for Xuan Qingjian's part-time job, there was no way.

"I'm poor and have no money to support you."

Black Mist: I am easy to feed, I can just eat a little bit of the master's desire.

Song Xi suddenly realized, "So your previous sword master ran away when he met you. Is it because you aroused their desires when you recognized the master in order to eat enough, so they went mad?"

Black Mist hesitated: Yes.

The case was solved, this broken sword really wanted to suck her dry just now.

"Then why didn't I run away when I met you?"

Black Mist: The master's desire itself is very strong, and it will not be affected by me. At most, it is just two beautiful dreams.

"I want to sleep well, have you had enough just now?"

Hei Mist hesitated again: No, the master's desire was too unpalatable, so I didn't eat it.

Hei Mist was very wronged, he had finally found a master who would not be sucked dry by it, and the desire was so ineffective that he couldn't even choke on the unpalatable taste.

It thought so in its heart, and accidentally spelled out the words.

Song Xi was taken aback for a moment, and recalled the content of the dream. She was very unconvinced. Her ambition was so great, why couldn't she make a move?

"Do you know that the truth is plain and plain!"

Being disturbed by this, Song Xi couldn't sleep anymore, so she simply took out the presents that her brothers and sisters gave her during the day, and looked at them one by one.

Opening the brocade box that Xie Yue gave her, there was a heavy, fist-sized big black ball lying quietly inside, the brilliance was flowing, and there seemed to be black mist rolling inside.

Song Xi held it in his hand, and a feeling of refreshment gradually spread from the palm of his hand to his limbs, and the devilish energy in his body slowly circulated along the meridians.

It turned out to be a magic ball condensed with pure magic energy.

This gift from Master Stingy Brother was really sent to her heart, this is simply a good helper at home that one can cultivate with just holding it.

Putting the magic ball in her arms, Song Xi dug out the exercises given to her by the ancestor of Changyi.

The three large golden characters of the Chaos Sutra still emit a faint golden light at night.

During the day, she noticed that everyone looked slightly strange when they saw this exercise. Although no one said anything, she knew that the origin of this exercise must not be simple.

When the master introduced Xuanqingjian to her, he even mentioned that the magic way was once the same as the fairy way, and it was an orthodox branch of cultivating immortals.

But the original background of the novel in her memory, from the beginning to the end, Moxiu has always been the existence of everyone shouting and killing.

The first page of the Chaos Sutra is very simple, nothing special, it is nothing more than marking the big acupoints around the body, so that the magic energy can circulate in the meridians in the body like immortal power.

The second page doesn't seem to have any special... golden light of merit?

Is this something you can have if you want to have it?

Song Xi felt like he was playing with a sheep.

She knew all the words on the second page, but she couldn't understand them together.

What does it mean to sense the golden light of one's own merits and virtues and control its movement to the meridians?

Want to let the golden light of merit and magic energy merge into one without conflicting with each other to form the power of chaos?

Isn't the power of chaos the original power that created the world?

Can you still give birth like this?

The golden light of merit and the magic energy sound like two things, one good and the other evil. Will she really not blow up when they get together?

Song Xi has great respect for such a great master as Master, but she really wants to reserve her opinion.

She believes that someone can really achieve great success in this exercise, but it is definitely not a salty fish like her.

First of all, she does not have golden merit.

She felt that it would be difficult for her to have a magic cultivator.

Even if she is willing to be a female demon cultivator with a unique style of painting and kindness, according to the extent that Zhengyangmen hates her now, there is a high probability that she has not finished her good deeds, and the chasing and killing troops will have to chase her down.

This is not as good as letting Xuan Qingjian change her mobile phone in her dream, and she opens the merit + 1 applet to frantically click on the reality.

After Song Xi repeatedly warned Xuan Qingjian to be honest, he covered his face with the exercises and fell asleep.

The next day, several people who were looking forward to the results of Song Xi's practice of Chaos Sutra last night got up early and gathered in front of Song Xi's cave.

"Little junior sister is still up?" Ye Wangyou, who got up every morning to dance the sledgehammer before the rooster crowed, asked doubtfully.

"Could it be that he just fell asleep after practicing all night?" Shen Xiaobai stood by the entrance of the cave, looking around suspiciously.

An Yuzhi yawned, "Moxie cultivators practice at night to get twice the result with half the effort, and I usually fall asleep at this time."

Xie Yue didn't speak, but he had a guess that he thought was a bit absurd. His cave was facing Song Xi's cave, and the lights here had been turned off early.

He snuffed out the thoughts in his heart, how could the master who was favored by Xuan Qingjian be so lazy.

Maybe the little junior sister likes to meditate and practice in a dark environment.