The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

The candles flickered and the windows were closed.

Su Baiche was sitting at the table, holding a hairpin, fiddled with the wick again and again.

"Ye Bingran is gone," he snorted, with some mockery on his face, "how do you get Shengming Fruit now?"

It was planned to let Ye Bingran stay in the sect for a few more days, but he was injured and lost the qualification to compete for the spiritual fruit, so he couldn't help him.

Shengming fruit is a spiritual fruit that only appears once in a thousand years. The spiritual power contained in it can make the cultivation level skyrocket instantly without any side effects, and all monks below the state of transformation are jealous.

Now the Lingguo is in the Qing Lingzong, and when the suzerain returns, the curtain will come to an end.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and a harsh and hoarse voice sounded.

Under the dim candlelight, it looks mysterious and gloomy, "When Ling Ye comes back, I will obediently give you the spiritual fruit. You just need to take care of Ao Yue as I told you."

"What's the use of taking care of a dog?" Su Baiche turned cold, and threw the hairpin on the table, "I'm so annoyed to death hearing the dog barking now, Tong Xi, can you let me do something useful."

"He's a tengu."

"That's a dog too!"

Tong Xi lost his patience: "You just have to do as I say, and remember to get close to that disciple named Zhou Xuanlan."

Su Baiche picked up the teapot, disapprovingly: "A young disciple, even if his talent is too high, is only in the foundation building stage right now, so what's the use of getting close."

Tong Xi: "I can't tell you too much, but this disciple is very lucky, and he will definitely reach the top of the cultivation world in the future."

The tea is poured into a beautiful porcelain cup, emitting a faint heat.

"Who can predict the future," Su Baiche rolled his eyes and laughed, "I have the time to spend on a kid, why don't I go directly to attack Di Yunyu, the strongest person in the cultivation world for thousands of years .”

"The firefly wants to pluck the bright moon!"

Tong Xi was angry: "The lord of the imperial palace is the most unique person in the world. If you want to attack him, you are still far away!"

To put it bluntly, just look down on him.

Su Baiche smiled coldly, "I'm not interested in other people, I just want to improve my cultivation."

Tong Xi said: "So I'm helping you."

Su Baiche picked up the teacup, rubbed it slowly with his slender fingers, and after a long while, raised his head and drank the tea in one gulp, with a smile on his face: "If you can't help me fulfill my wish, I will definitely drag you into Asura Hell."

Tong Xi was silent, feeling a little chill.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and the night is as deep as ink.

At the bottom of Chaoyun Peak, Shen Liuxiang called Zhou Xuanlan to stop, pointing to a bluestone road, "The road is this way, you are going the wrong way."

Zhou Xuanlan faced the opposite direction: "The disciple is going back to rest."

It was only then that Shen Liuxiang remembered that, unlike other direct disciples, Zhou Xuanlan still lived in the Vice Peak like ordinary disciples.

In the huge Chaoyun Peak, tonight, he will be left alone.

Shen Liuxiang raised his head and looked, the dark clouds were heavy on the sky, there were no lights on the whole mountain, the shadows of the trees were shaking, and the silence inside the mountain was terrifying.

He wrapped his robe tightly and said without doubt: "From today on, you will live with me in Chaoyun Peak."

Zhou Xuanlan paused and frowned slightly.

He is not picky about where he lives, but Chaoyun Peak is very troublesome, it is too far away from the place of practice, and it takes a lot of time to go back and forth.

"Everything is fine when the disciple lives in the vice peak, there is no need to replace it."

"You come to Chao Yunfeng, so I can teach you as a teacher."

Zhou Xuanlan stared at the person in front of him, unable to figure out why a person who has never fulfilled his master's duty would have the face to talk about the word "guidance".

His eyes turned cold: "What if the disciple refuses."

Shen Liuxiang blinked, thought for a moment, raised her eyes and smiled: "Then I can only spoil you."

The black-clothed boy was stunned for a moment, the coldness in his eyes dissipated, his face showed an unnatural expression, he turned his head slightly, and slightly raised his thin lips: "It's very good for my disciple to live in the vice peak, so you don't need to worry about it, Master."

Shen Liuxiang nodded: "Yeah, let's go."

Zhou Xuanlan looked at Shen Liuxiang again, then turned and left.

After walking two steps, he turned his head and stared at the people behind him: "Master, what's the matter?"

Shen Liuxiang shook his head.

Zhou Xuanlan took a few steps forward, turned around, and found that the distance from him had not changed, "Master, why are you with me?"

"I won't stop you from going back, and you don't want to stop me from following," Shen Liu said with his hands behind his back, his clothes rippling in the night wind, "By the way, the vice peak still has a place to live, I can make it a night anywhere."

Zhou Xuanlan understood.

Not hard to imagine.

Shen Liuxiang dared to stay overnight at the Vice Peak tonight, and all kinds of rumors and gossips would spread throughout the cultivation world tomorrow.

The dignified fairy lives in a small sub-peak, and the clan's finances may be in crisis. Qing Lingzong pills!

Injured by love during the day, he stayed with his disciple Fufeng late at night. Shen Xianjun was afraid of giving up on himself, and was about to destroy the weeds with his hands. Disciple Qingling was in danger!

Zhou Xuanlan went back to his room to pack his things, picked up his bag and left.

A group of disciples behind him went out to look around.

"Wow, moving to Chaoyun Peak, I finally have the feeling that Zhou Xuanlan is a direct disciple."

"Shen Xianjun came to pick him up in person? My God, it's too kind to Zhou Xuanlan."

"Xian Jun was smiling at me just now, it's too bad, I'm a little excited!"

"I want to die, you, but then again, Xianjun looked like this before, so why can't you use the disguise technique?"

"For Ye Jianzun, go crazy."

……

The two figures among the disciples quietly retreated away from the vice peak.

One of them said: "Jianzun is gone, should we still keep it?"

Another taller boy held a long sword and said sharply: "Of course, Shen Liuxiang has caused the sword master to suffer such a great humiliation, and he must take revenge!"

Ye Yi: "But he is already a Nascent Soul cultivator, and our going there is no different from shaking a big tree."

"Don't be fooled by appearances," Ye Er took out the storybook from the storage bag, "According to the secret biography, Shen Liuxiang hasn't touched anyone for ten years, which means that his injuries have not healed, and there is no spiritual power in his body."

Ye Yi: "What do you mean?"

"While he is asleep, take him away and beat him up."

Ye Yi: "It is absolutely impossible to succeed, are you an idiot when you are a fairy!"

Ye Er didn't say any more, his mind was overwhelmed by anger, he turned around and rushed towards Chao Yunfeng.

There are many rooms in Chaoyunfeng, Zhou Xuanlan chose one to live in, Shen Liuxiang did not continue to disturb, and went back to the room.

Close the door.

He planned to drink some water, but the microphone in his arms suddenly became hot.

"I received the news that the master is back," Ling Hua said lazily, as if he was drinking alcohol, and he took two sips before continuing, "Don't say I didn't remind you."

Shen Liuxiang: "What do you mean?"

"Don't you want to wait for the suzerain to come back and ask for Shengming fruit for Ye Bingran?"

Shen Liuxiang's heart skipped a beat.

Sheng Mingguo, the most useful spiritual fruit below the level of transformation of gods, in the novel, Shen Liuxiang did get it, but he turned around and gave it to Ye Bingran, and Ye Bingran turned back and gave it to Su Baiche.

After some twists and turns, Su Baiche became the biggest winner.

"I won't give it to him, I want it myself."

Ling Hua was shocked, sat up from the roof, put down the jug, "Say it again!"

"Fat water doesn't flow into outsiders' fields," Shen Liu said loudly, "I'd rather give it to you as a snack than give it to him."

"Thank you for your kindness, I have a different physique, so I don't need a spiritual fruit." Ling Hua wanted to cry excitedly, "I've been so worried that I can't sleep at night, but I just don't want the holy fruit to fall into the hands of others. You know how much you love baby!"

In these years, any good thing given to Shen Liu will fall into Ye Bingran's hands the next day.

But he was very angry!

Right now, the most suitable person in the sect to eat the Holy Fruit is Shen Liuxiang. If he asks the sect master for it, he will probably succeed.

"How do I want it?" Shen Liuxiang asked.

Ling Hua pondered for a moment: "Last time in Lingxiao Hall, the suzerain asked you to cut off that strand of hair, but you did it to make the suzerain retreat."

Shen Liuxiang was surprised.

Senior Brother Ling Ye, the current Sect Master of Qingling, one of the best figures in the cultivation world, and a monster in the late stage of the God Transformation Realm.

He has the ability to fight until Ling Ye regresses?

"At that time, I was terrified, and the suzerain was also terrified." Ling Hua took a sip of wine and said with lingering fear in his heart, "You put the swagger on your neck, and your hands worked hard, blood splattered all over in the blink of an eye, and almost couldn't save you gone."

Shen Liuxiang: "...Oh."

Suicide is compelling.

What a powerful tool.

"However, you don't need to do this to seek the Holy Fruit." Ling Hua smiled, "I hope you will step into the God Transformation Realm as soon as possible. At that time, my Qing Lingzong will be stronger. It is not a dream to become the number one sect in the cultivation world."

As Ling Hua spoke, he began to talk freely about the great cause of Lingzong of the Qing Dynasty.

Over there, Shen Liuxiang was lying on the couch, closing his eyes silently.

"hold on!"

Hearing that the people in the room were breathing steadily, Ye Er was about to turn into the room through the half-open window, but Ye Yi held him down, "The Immortal King must have done this on purpose to lure us in and catch them all."

Ye Er shook him off: "According to the secret biography, Shen Liuxiang is an empty shell Nascent Soul, so don't be afraid."

After all, he jumped into the window.

Ye Yi's face turned pale with fright, but at this moment there was no way out, so she could only bite the bullet and keep up.

Ling Hua babbled for a long time, but found no response from the other side of the microphone, his face was ashen, and he yelled: "Wake me up!"

The deafening roar flew into his ears, Shen Liuxiang was startled and opened his eyes.

He and the two disciples in front of the bed looked at each other in blank dismay.

"..."

Without saying a word, Ye Er picked up the black and dirty cloth bag in his hand and covered the head of the person on the couch.

Ye Yi was so frightened that everyone was going to faint, and couldn't help cursing: "Idiot, use a sword anyway! What's the use of this broken bag picked up in the wasteland! Xianjun can, can... hey, Xianjun Why didn't you move?"

Stars appeared in front of Shen Liuxiang's eyes.

The moment he was put on the black cloth bag, he felt dizzy, as if he was forcibly pulled into another time and space, and then his vision completely darkened, and he lost consciousness.

A drop of water fell on the cheek, and Shen Liu woke up.

Ye Yi, who flicked water on his face, staggered back like a frightened bird.

"Xian, Xianjun."

After Shen Liuxiang fainted for a while, he was carried to a nearby woods by the two disciples of Jianzong, and tied to a thick tree stump with ropes.

Ye Er found a stone and concentrated on sharpening his sword.

Ye Yi was as anxious as an ant in a hot pot.

He never expected that Ye Er, a fool, would actually succeed in tying up Xianjun.

It's over!

Qing Lingzong will not let them go, and it is estimated that there will be two corpses when they return to Jianzong.

wrong.

It must not be exposed that they belong to the Beilun Sword Sect, otherwise, it may lead to a war between the two Immortal Sects!

"I am a disciple of Beilun Sword Sect, Ye Er."

Ye Yi was dumbfounded.

Shen Liuxiang looked at the tall boy in a daze.

Ye Er held the long sword in his hand, put it across his neck, paused every word, and said angrily: "Shen Liuxiang, you know your mistake!"

Shen Liuxiang: "..."

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and Ye Er's eyes were red with anger: "How dare you whip the sword master, you can't bear it!"

Suddenly, Shen Liu remembered who this person was.

Ye Er, Ye Bingran's number one fanboy.

Ai Wuji Wu, who cared for Su Baiche in every possible way, and later died to save him, is an important person who promoted the relationship between Su Baiche and Ye Bingran.

Shen Liuxiang blinked.

Ye Er is a person who does things regardless of the consequences. There is no doubt that if he dares to say that Ye Bingran is half bad, his neck will get cold.

"You misunderstood." Shen Liuxiang leaned back against the tree trunk, "This is what I discussed with Ye Bingran, it's just acting in public."

How can Ye Er believe it: "God whips the sword master, and the whip hits the flesh, is it considered acting?"

"The whipping hurts him, but it hurts my heart," Shen Liuxiang said in a heavy tone, "but he asked me to do this, and I am very helpless."

Ye Er said coldly: "You talk nonsense, why does Sword Master want others to beat him?"

Shen Liuxiang's black eyelashes drooped slightly, and there was a look of struggle and entanglement on his face. After a long while, he sighed, "Forget it, it's okay to tell you."

Ye Er was taken aback: "What?"

Shen Liuxiang gritted his teeth, and said loudly: "In fact, your sword master really likes others to beat him. The more painful the beating, the happier he is!"

Ye Er frowned, digesting the meaning of the words.

But Ye Yi immediately reacted and was furious, "Don't talk nonsense! How could Master Jian have such, such unrefined hobbies!"

"I know you can't accept it for a while," Shen Liuxiang said slowly, "Actually, I just found out not long ago, so I slapped Bing Ran ruthlessly in the eyes of everyone, otherwise you think, I admire your sword master so much, how could I hurt you?" he!"

Ye Yi's expression gradually became stiff, and he was vaguely convinced.

Shen Liuxiang's deep admiration for Ye Bingran is best known to the disciples of the Sword Sect. It is too unreasonable for him to be cruel to the Sword Master as if he suddenly changed himself.

But if explained in this way, everything makes sense.

Shen Liuxiang flogged Jian Zun vigorously, in fact, he was satisfying him, and then currying favor with him... ·

Ye Yi shivered.

Could it be that Sword Master really...

"No," Ye Er said, "Jianzun glared at you angrily when he left. If he really likes you to beat him, why would you do that?"

"That's a signal," Shen Liuxiang said unhurriedly, "It means to me that he is very satisfied and will come again next time."

Ye Er was stunned, and slowly lowered his sword: "Is that true?"

Shen Liuxiang's face was serious: "If you don't believe me, I can swear that if I told a half-truth earlier, there will be nothing to do with Ye Bingran in this life..."

"Enough! I believe in Xianjun!"

Ye Er shouted, moved to tears, and immediately went to untie the rope.

Ye Yi also believed instantly.

According to Shen Liuxiang's own words before, if he can't be with Ye Bingran in this life, it's better to go to hell as soon as possible. Now, if he dares to swear on this, it is more reliable than guaranteeing with his life!

Untied.

Shen Liu stood up and rubbed his wrists, his eyes fell on the black cloth bag on the ground beside him.

He thought of a magic weapon.

The star flower bag, famous in the hands of Su Baiche in the later period, is so powerful that even monks in the Nascent Soul Realm can put it in it, and they are powerless to resist.

Shen Liuxiang was about to go over to have a look.

His body trembled suddenly, and the spiritual power in his body was agitated. He took a deep breath, trying to control the movement of the spiritual power, but in vain.

"Xianjun, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Yi wanted to help, but was pushed away by an invisible coercion around Shen Liuxiang, and flew back dozens of miles.

Wow, I spit out blood.

Ye Er hurried over and helped him up.

Ye Yi was in severe pain all over her body, she held her chest and barely raised her head, her eyes suddenly opened wide.

"This is... going to break through?!"

"God Transformation Realm!!!"

In the sky above Chaoyun Peak, a large amount of spiritual energy suddenly gathered, sweeping away all the surrounding peaks.

Heaven and earth change color.

Around Chaoyun Peak, no one can get close.

The disciples of the sect went out one after another, looking towards the place with the strongest aura, trembling from the astonishing coercion erupting there, their faces horrified.

"I have never seen such a terrifying coercion, who is breaking through?!"

"Could it be that someone has broken through to Nascent Soul, there shouldn't be such a big movement... Could it be the impact of the God Transformation Realm!"

"That direction is Chaoyun Peak, could it be Shen Xianjun?!"

In a blink of an eye, Chao Yunfeng was blocked everywhere.

Ling Hua arrived immediately and set up a barrier to prevent anyone from disturbing Shen Liuxiang's impact on the God Transformation Realm.

His face was half ecstatic, half sad.

Shen Liuxiang hadn't made any progress in his cultivation in the past ten years, and now he was about to break through suddenly, which frightened him.

If Shen Liuxiang can break through to the state of transforming gods tonight, it will be a great joy for Qing Lingzong. If he fails, the consequences will be disastrous...

Time flies.

The atmosphere in Lingzong of the Qing Dynasty became more and more solemn, and even the air became anxious, and there was an extremely tense string hanging in everyone's heart.

Before you know it, the night fades away.

The first ray of light at dawn shone on Chaoyun Peak, and the spiritual energy above it returned to stability, and everything was silent.

Zhou Xuanlan stepped on the leaves all over the ground, looking for Shen Liuxiang's figure.

There were two disciples lying on the ground who didn't know how to live or die. Zhou Xuanlan walked over and walked for dozens of miles. On the thick tree roots, he saw a pile of bulging clothes.

It was Shen Liuxiang's clothes, but there was no figure.

"Master."

Zhou Xuanlan called out.

Suddenly, the bulging robe moved.

A little boy with pink make-up and jade, struggled to poke his head out of his robe.

He stretched out his white and tender hands, wrapped the wide skirts around his bare body, then looked at Zhou Xuanlan, and blinked his dark and bright eyes.

"Well, you're here." Shen Liu said in a childish voice.