One Sword Nine Ya

The next morning, the light rain stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky became more sunny.

They don't know how the demon cultivator's breath is.Although Ye Jiuya's sword cultivation has nothing to do with the Qing Qi of the Xian family that Taoism relies on to practice, it comes from the other side of the Tianhe River after all, so I don't know if it will be seen by people here.Therefore, the sword has not been withdrawn from the body. At this time, his aura is no different from that of ordinary people, and he is even much weaker.

Although Chen Weichen also had a first-tier heaven realm, he didn't have such worries.Gein didn't know what kind of evil heretics he had cultivated, and he didn't have any clean energy. In addition, he knew that the heavenly law could not be tolerated at a glance. In any case, it had nothing to do with the word "cultivation of immortals".

Chen Weichen knocked down pots and bowls a few times, and was chased out of the kitchen by the daughter-in-law who made breakfast at the old man's house with a smile and scolded: "I thought you were going to help, but you're making trouble!"

He leisurely watched the sunrise for a while under the big banyan tree in the courtyard, then looked back into the window.

Seeing Ye Jiuya half leaning on the head of the bed with his eyes closed, his face was like jade, not as cold as in the past.The black hair is scattered on the shoulders, like a white ink painting.

In the early morning, the sunlight fell on the man through the window lattice, the mist cleared away, and the snow was clear for the first time, it would make people look crazy.

Chen Weichen was in a trance for a while, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, only to feel the endless soreness in his chest, wishing that Ye Jiuya would just stay in the room quietly like this, and never recover his cultivation for the rest of his life.

He also felt very satisfied, as if he came to this world just to see this situation, even if today is the day of his death, he is still willing to do so.

"It's really worthless." He was thinking like this, but he still couldn't bear to look away, and he thought the rooster crowing from the backyard was disgusting, and he was afraid of disturbing the people in the room.

After looking at it for a while, I thought again: "For this thing, don't worry about it."

When the sun gradually rises, the daughter-in-law's breakfast is ready in the kitchen. The pickles just dug out of the pot are served with sweet and fragrant rice porridge, fried green vegetables, and steamed white and soft steamed buns. Fragrant white smoke.

Chen Weichen took it to the room and called softly: "Cousin, breakfast is ready."

Although the title of "cousin" is an excuse for the old man, he himself likes it very much. "Master" and "cousin" are shouting incessantly, as if there really are some constant ties to the world.

Ye Jiuya slowly opened his eyes and said, "Thank you."

Chen Weichen smiled: "No thanks."

If so, after a few more days, the two slept and ate together, talked when they had something to say, and stayed alone when they had nothing to say, the atmosphere was not rigid.At this time, Chen Weichen became more disciplined, with a look of passion and politeness, and the relationship between the two of them had more meaning that the friendship between gentlemen is as indifferent as water.

When Ye Jiuya recovered a bit, it happened to be a wonderful time here.

The name of the festival is Lovesickness Festival. Unmarried girls and young offspring will write the name of their sweetheart on a piece of thin red silk and tie it to the branch of the big banyan tree in the village.

Mr. Chen begged for a piece of red silk from the old man's daughter-in-law, followed suit, tied a delicate knot and hung it on the branch.

Taking a few steps back and looking around, the red silk is lingering among the shadows of the trees, which is very beautiful.

The young man who had just gotten acquainted with him heard about it, and came to joke with him: "Brother Chen, you also believe in the things that little girls play?"

"I don't believe it can make your wish come true," Chen Weichen said to him, "But it's not about making it come true, I just want that person to know that there is someone waiting there in the world who is willing to spend the rest of his life with you."

"Sour, it's really sour," the young man pinched his nose, "I don't like to hear it when it's literary."

"——Then you are sour!" Chen Gongzi wanted to find someone to complain about his affection, but he was very angry at Niu playing the piano, and after a long fight with the man, he said: "Zhao Dashi, I will hang the note When I saw a new one with your name on it, do you think it was written by Xiaomei Dongbian?"

The man immediately blushed, fidgeted, and stopped playing with him, and hurried towards the entrance of the village to see it—and even tripped over the threshold.

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Looking at Chen Weichen's back, Ye Jiuya could almost imagine his always gentle and gentle eyebrows.

He saw the shadows of many people from those eyebrows, like the shy little lady in the scholar Zhuang Baihan's house, the scholar when he was looking at the lady, Zhao Dashi who just left in a hurry, and the red hijab that was blown away by the wind at the foot of the snow-capped mountain. A bride with a slightly raised mouth.

It was just a person, but it seemed to be the whole world of mortals.

He didn't know what the world of mortals was before, but he only vaguely saw it today.

There was nothing to say all night, and on the second day, it was time for Marquis Youshui to send someone to serve his disciples as the old man said.

In the past few days, they have been talking sideways, and they have a general understanding of the situation here.

Immortal cultivators go beyond the common world and live outside the mortal world, but this is not the case here - there is no dynasty or emperor, only the devil and the devil.

Ordinary people work in farming, weaving and weaving. If there is a child with spiritual talent, he will be selected as a teacher to cultivate demons, and he will be superior to others from then on.

The emperor is in charge of Jiuzhou, and there are princes and princes under him, all of which are determined according to their strength.

This is Zhuzhou in Jiuzhou, which is the territory of Youshuihou.

According to the old man, the "envoys" under You Shuihou not only come regularly to select children and teenagers with roots, but also take care of some major events, such as natural disasters such as plagues and floods - to take care of ordinary people.

Three demon cultivators came here early in the morning, with dark blue water patterns embroidered on their black clothes, sparkling and rippling as they walked.

Those with children of suitable age at home opened the door one after another, waiting for the three people to come to inspect.

The eldest grandson of the old man's family is fifteen this year. This young man is born with great strength and is considered to be very likely to embark on the path of cultivation.

Chen Weichen leaned lazily on the door frame, and said to Ye Jiuya: "Brother Ye, look at those three people, although they are cultivating demons, they seem to be elegant and elegant."

Ye Jiuya: "There is a way in your heart, so it is naturally different from ordinary people."

While speaking, the three of them had inspected several children and came to the family they were in.

A man in black first pinched the bones of the eldest grandson: "The bones are not bad."

The leader looked at the half-grown boy and said, "Ask Huigen."

Then just like Xie Lang asked Chen Weichen back then, he put his hand on his forehead and started to ask, after about dozens of questions, he let go: "Huigen is not bad."

The old man was overjoyed.

The man in black treated him more politely: "Old man, take him to the entrance of the village and wait."

The old man saluted again and again, and when he was happy, he remembered the two guests he had picked up a few days ago, and said to the man in black: "My lord, there are two guests in my house, and something strange has happened to you. You have great powers, can you..."

The man in black looked up at the two of them: "What's so strange?"

Chen Weichen made up his own nonsense and added the information he got in the past few days: "We are originally from Niemingzhou. What should I do?"

The man in black looked at the two of them carefully, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Chen Weichen felt that this person was doing his duty well, and when he heard about such strange things, he had to ask carefully, and even told Lord You Shui to bring the two of them into the city—then they would have the opportunity to get in touch with the real Demon Realm, looking for the so-called The clues of "Jiuyou Tianquan".

Unexpectedly, he said: "Nieming Continent, it's too far away, you probably won't be able to go back, why don't you settle down here."

Then he raised his eyelids: "Niemingzhou has a lazy atmosphere and slack cultivation, have you ever checked your roots?"

Genuine, this must never be touched.After Chen Weichen was bone-transplanted by Ye Jiuya for seven days, his body was covered with pure fairy bones, once that person came to examine him, his secrets would be revealed immediately.

He and Ye Jiuya looked at each other - this method will not work, it seems that they have to find another way to go deep into the devil world.

So he said: "After inspection, both of us have no roots."

The man in black let out a "huh" and went to the next house.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped: "No...not right."

He walked back and forth a few times, and frowned: "The aura is wrong, I have been here many times, there is absolutely no way it will be like this."

He looked around the whole village back and forth, and finally turned his gaze to the direction of Chen Weichen and Ye Jiuya.

No, it was probably discovered.

Chen Weichen grabbed Ye Jiuya, put his other hand on the sword that he carried with him, and planned to escape.

——This is Ye Jiuya who has cultivated his kendo mentality to the peak. The sword transformed by his cultivation base can cut through the void, and it is more than enough to kill immortals. They have this to rely on, and they are not afraid.

The man looked in this direction and said to the people around him: "Bring the eyes of the sky."

"Eye of the Sky" is the name, one can tell that it can see through certain things.

The man took a black piece of armor with strange symbols painted on it and stuck it on his forehead.

After a while, his face became serious.

Chen Weichen tensed up all over.

The man in black put down his armor, a little stiff, and his hanging hands trembled slightly.

——This is a harbinger of an attack.

Mr. Chen was very conscious of protecting the powerless beauty, so he took a step forward to block him.

When the man in black saw him move, he felt as if he had been jolted violently. His stiffness just now was broken, and he knelt straight down.

"His Majesty!"

Chen Weichen: "..."

In this situation, the first thing he thought of was——

"Brother Ye, listen to my explanation..."