Heartthrob forced to scum all over the cultivation world

What kind of demon is a chicken demon?

When Guo Tong and Xiao Fangzhu announced the start of the game as today's notaries, Long, who was sitting on the best viewing platform, was thinking about the above boring question.

You said, chicken demon, did he chirp?

Ordinary roosters don’t have that. There is only one excretory cavity. Use that to point at the hen’s ass, and then they can give birth to chickens. But this is strange. He clearly felt Wei Xiushi a few days ago It's normal, presumably the chicken demon still added something to himself after transforming into a demon.

With a smile in his eyes, Gu Beiya kept staring at Wei Hankong, but Wei Hankong still didn't look at him, put away the cigarette stick in his hand, and looked at Fangzhu Xiao, as if he had retreated from the love between his children and returned to the place where he had just arrived. The indifference and alienation of Jingshanmen.

Fangzhu Xiao could vaguely sense that Wei Hankong's hostility towards him was not deep, but it was enough to make him vigilant, speculating whether it was a disaster caused by a certain power in his family.But now Fenghuangfang really has no ability to maintain the glory of the past, he is also an old man who is dying, he will come to him, he doesn't care.

"Now, the Jingshanmen martial arts contest to recruit relatives has restarted, and monk Wei will be the host. I believe that all fellow Taoists have no objections. Since there are not many monks who signed up, and there is a huge difference in cultivation between the two sides of the martial arts competition, so you don't need to worry about how many people you will see. It took several days and nights to decide the winner. In the martial arts arena, there is an enchantment set by the head of Tianshu, and the fighting skills on the field will never affect you, but if there is an emergency, please save your own lives..."

Fangzhu Xiao who was standing next to Gu Beiya said this, and was about to wave his hand to start the first match of the day, but Gu Beiya pulled his sleeves by his side.

"Daddy Xiao." Gu Beiya seemed to have a sudden idea and thought of something.

"Huh?" The old man lowered his head and asked obediently, "What's wrong?"

Gu Beiya thought about it: "Don't I have a magic troupe? Before the game, why don't you let them come over to warm up?"

--What is the logic?

Although Daddy Xiao couldn't understand, he did everything he could: "Well, it makes sense. Recently, your group is rehearsing "The Son of the Head and the Seven Little Devils", right? I have organized disciples to watch it, and now let them come and perform, I think it will enrich monks' spare time life and broaden their horizons."

This is simply a bunch of nonsense. Cultivators don't need amateur entertainment at all. They only have cultivation, secret books, secret treasures, and inheritance in their hearts.

Ordinary people only think about listening to and watching dramas, and reading boring colorful books.

But this group named 'Magic Troupe' is not something else that can be ignored. It is the descendants of the little demon cultivators left behind by Gu Beiya back then. , So even though it was still unbearable for all walks of life, they stayed in Jingshan Gate for ten years without any injuries.

Gu Beiya knows that the most feared thing about demon cultivators is not murderous intentions, but talent. Demon cultivators are born faster than human cultivators, absorb spiritual energy faster, and don't need to go through calamities!The only problem is the inner demon. It is easy to go astray the more you practice, and eventually become a monster who only knows how to kill.

Unfortunately, it was Gu Beiya who made this tragic setting.

Why did he set up this thing in the first place?Let’s just be a demon cultivator, just like in other books, you can go crazy and explode and die. Why do you have to become a killing monster that your relatives don’t recognize?

Gu Beiya, who has experienced too many stories, can no longer remember what his feelings were like when he wrote this, probably because he has not yet come out of his anger towards the society and the world, so I hope that all blessed people will have a more unfortunate future , have more tribulations, but eventually go to destruction, do not give them any hope.

"I know that there are still many voices saying that it is not a wise decision for me to keep them, and there is also a powerful prophecy that within 1000 years, the magic way will definitely make a comeback...but..."

"Needless to say, what do I need to explain?" After speaking, Fangzhu Xiao cleared his voice, and said a few words to the disciple who was serving at the side. Seeing that he and Gu Beiya were whispering, all the fellow Taoists looked at the two of them one after another and said, "Fellow Taoists, please allow me to invite you to watch the life-and-death battle of martial arts and recruiting relatives. Theatre, used to warm up the scene."

There was an uproar in the field, and a monk who didn't know why asked the fellow Taoists around him, saying, "What group? What is that?"

A well-informed Taoist friend explained with great interest: "A group of demon cultivators raised by Jade Guanyin to relieve boredom."

"Hey! Those things can be used to relieve boredom? Aren't you afraid of backlash when you grow up?!"

"Hey, with Yu Guanyin's status, do you think you will be backlashed? Gu Zongzhu must have made all the preparations early on. Now he wants us to see the troupe, so let's watch it. It's boring anyway. I've hit a bottleneck recently. There is no progress, just depression, maybe watching their performances can also be fun."

"Ha, fellow daoist, you can think about it."

Hiding in a concealed place, preparing to make her debut at a critical moment, Gong Siyu, who had attracted the attention of everyone, twitched the corner of her mouth when she heard this, and secretly shook her legs. He said to himself: "Tsk, trouble."

Standing on the field waiting for a long time, Xiushi Wei knew nothing about the so-called magic troupe, but he keenly captured the information he wanted from the words of everyone around him. He was also curious for a while, retreated to the sidelines, but suddenly Then he heard a familiar and deserted voice calling him on the stage: "Brother Wei, come and sit with me."

Wei Hankong's footsteps paused slightly, his cold face turned cold, and he moved instantly. Gu Beiya's jade white hand almost patted the round stool next to him, and Brother Wei stood beside Gu Beiya.Gu Beiya withdrew his hand, turned his face, and said softly, "Please sit down."

Cultivator Wei gave an 'hmm' sound, glanced at the eyes of all the monks present, and after arousing the silence of the audience, he lifted his clothes and sat down broadly, saying, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Chick Zai Zai.

Wei Hankong looked at Gu Beiya one more time, his lips pursed, but he held back and didn't ask any more questions.

But I found that Gu Beiya was unexpectedly very happy today, and I don't know what good things happened. Is it because he is going to marry him soon?Are you that happy?

Wei Xiushi's slightly long crow-like eyelashes drooped slightly, half closed his pair of extremely indifferent eyes, but the extremely terrifying aura around him weakened a lot, and even lazily merged with Gu Beiya's tranquility, and then took it again Out of his long and slender black tobacco rod, Da Ma Jin Dao smoked it.

Gu Beiya didn't think that Cultivator Wei smoked at first, and even thought that Cultivator Wei had a good temperament and was handsome no matter what he did, but when the smell of smoke wafted over, Gu Beiya's face immediately changed, and he coughed and frowned at Wei beside him. The monk said, "Excuse me, cough cough..."

The cigarette rod in Xiushi Wei's hand was immediately put away and disappeared into the palm of his hand, but even so, Gu Beiya was still coughing: "What's wrong?"

Gu Beiya pushed away Cultivator Wei, who came sideways to pat him on the back, frowning tightly, as if he was about to spit out all his hard work: "You smell...don't come close."

Wei Hankong pinched a magic formula, and cast a dust removal technique on himself in an instant, and then saw that Gu Beiya gradually improved: "You don't like the smell of smoke?"

Gu Beiya really hated it deeply: "Why do you like things that harm others and yourself?"

Wei Hankong paused, unable to control his voice, and said: "Gu Guanyin's cough is a bit too severe." This is definitely not concern, no.

Gu Beiya cast a glance at Wei Hankong, and said calmly, "Don't worry, I'm not sick."

Wei Hankong made fun of himself and shut up.

Although Fangzhu Xiao didn't stare at the two young people around him, he felt the wonderful fit between the two. He firmly believed in the fact that Gu Beiya said that he was in love with Wei Hankong. The idea of ​​finding someone to pretend to be true love just to make him happy was instantly dispelled, and the smile became real.

It just so happened that Xiao Fangzhu's entourage came back at this time and brought an announcer.

The title of Announcer is still a new thing. Most monks don't understand it, but it doesn't matter if they don't understand it. Everyone keeps silent and starts to look quietly.

The announcer was naturally eloquent, and ran to Gu Beiya's side neatly, bowed to Gu Beiya flamboyantly, and said, "Meet my little uncle."

Gu Beiya nodded and said, "Xiaotang, you are going to perform well today, are you ready? I'm calling you here temporarily, I hope it won't be embarrassing."

The announcer called Xiao Tang is naturally also a demon cultivator. He looks about sixteen or seventeen years old, and he is heroic. His eyes gradually filled with admiration when he looked at Gu Beiya, and he said, "It's okay, I've performed eight hundred times. , This time the audience will be amazed! Young Master, just wait for the applause!"

Like all the monks, he thought that Gu Beiya, the son of the suzerain who was well-clothed and well-fed, probably regarded these demonic cultivators as a joke, but when Wei Hankong heard the natural conversation between the two, he looked at Gu Beiya in surprise , with a trace of strange inquiry in his eyes.

Gu Beiya was used to being scrutinized, and all eyes fell on him. Anyway, it didn't hurt or itch, so he never cared. He stretched out his hand and patted his palm lightly, and let the huge screens on all sides float in the air around the circle of monks In front of him, the projected picture was the stage that suddenly appeared in the middle of the martial arts arena. There were some weird decorations on the stage, and the background that was transformed was a magnificent palace.

The angles of view on the four huge screens are very diverse. As the camera advances, it enters the interior of the illusionary palace, and in the depths, it finds a bewitching female demon. The female demon is sitting in front of the dressing table, dressed in red. Piao Piao asked the mirror while dressing up: "Bronze mirror, bronze mirror, who is the most beautiful person in the cultivation world?"

An ugly face appeared on the bronze mirror, and he said with a flattering smile, "It's you, my dear wife in charge."

Wei Hankong suddenly smiled nostalgicly, remembering a little thing, something from his childhood: a little brother who was very dependent on him told him a strange fairy tale, and then said eagerly, "I will be better in the future, I can find Do many people come to act?I don't quite understand the opera, let them play something funny for me, okay? '

When he was a child, he never refused his little brother. While lying on his lap, bragging with Erlang's legs crossed, he said proudly: "Yanyanyan, I will be the owner of the city when the time comes, and everyone in the city will give it to you. Don't you dare?" If you cooperate, I will beat him!

The little brother smiled faintly: Then I am the director, and you are the investor.

He didn't understand: What's the trouble?

The little brother shook his head: I don't know... I just thought of this word suddenly, and my head was in a mess, but it's a good word.