Demon Venerable's Cub Raising Career [Traveling]

After only a moment of ecstasy, a beam of sword light broke out from the front, heading towards Lian Ji.

The sword body was as light as a feather, and the sword energy was as cold as ice. The moment it pierced into the body, it suddenly deflected to the right, swept by the side of the arm, and plunged into the stone wall behind him.

The shrill scream resounded in his ears, Ning Feng's eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't know if it was him reflected in the eyes, or the black shadow that gradually dissipated on the tip of the sword.

"I don't like having too much filth in front of my house."

The green feather sword submerged into the stone wall trembled slightly as if in response, and then obediently flew to the master's side, the sword body was as white as jade, not stained with a single trace of filth.

tick, tick-

The smell of blood spread from the tip of his nose, and as he wiped the blade with his index finger, Ning Feng sighed softly: "This 'guest', you seem to have dirty my place."

Lian Ji remained silent, and pressed his left hand on the arm that was scratched by the fierce sword intent, blood overflowed from the fingers, dripped, forming a small pool of blood in the blue eyes.

Nascent Soul Demon Realm, Sixfold Sword Soul, can't stop it, and can't hide it.

At the end, the breeze blew the green leaves and rustled, and the wind was blowing more and more fiercely. Ning Feng did not sheath his sword. He casually threw the head of the red whale in his hand out of the monument. Before turning around, he heard Lian Ji speak. Said: "Don't kill me."

With a slight pause in his footsteps, Ning Feng turned his head, raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, "What did you say?"

"Do not kill me."

Lian Ji lowered her head, her bangs covered her eyes, her long hair was sticking to her cheeks with blood and sweat, making it hard to see her expression.

"Don't kill me," he repeated again, his whole body trembling slightly due to the oppression of the magic power, "I still have value, to you."

"for me?"

The sound of the wind stopped suddenly, Qing Yu left his hand and flew into the air, Ning Feng gently brushed his sideburns behind his ears, and said softly: "But now, I don't really want to know."

The spirit sword drove the strong wind and whizzed down, and was gripped tightly by bloody hands halfway. It could have easily broken free, but after a slight tremor, it stopped an inch between Lian Ji's eyebrows.

"No spiritual roots?"

Ning Feng looked into those calm gray pupils with great interest, his eyes glowed faintly red because of using Xian Moyi: "Now, I want to hear your so-called value."

The blood-soaked silver blade seemed to be a little brighter than before. Letting go of Qingyu, Lian Ji breathed a sigh of relief: As long as Ning Feng didn't kill him immediately, he would have a way to protect himself.

"The breath of the six realms does not reach the universe; entering the realm of the nine secluded worlds, there is no need for yin and yang."

"Throw your soul into my way, lose your heart, lose your soul, and become enlightened..."

Lian Ji spoke very slowly, every word was clear; Ning Feng's lips flickered into a smile, he curled his hand, and slowly rubbed his thumb along the belly of his ring finger.

Sa——

With the Qingyu sword back in its sheath, Lian Ji's voice suddenly stopped, and his movements were under his eyes, his brows were slightly frowned, and he didn't speak again.

Ning Feng blinked, let go of his fingers and said with a smile: "Why don't you say anything?"

The initial murderous intent and coercion were completely absorbed at this moment, and the usual elegant and gentle demeanor will always make strangers unable to bear the feeling of intimacy in their hearts.

"If you continue, I will die." Lian Ji replied lightly.

He is too familiar with Ning Feng's character.

The gentler the smile, the more invisible the murder.

Ning Feng raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and took advantage of the situation to grab his injured right arm and move forward, "If you don't say it, you may not live."

A ray of pure magic breath forcibly penetrated into the body, frantically stirring the broken meridians, coupled with the instinctive rejection of the spiritual body, the pain almost made him faint.Lian Ji gritted his teeth and pressed his throat//groan to the base of his tongue, a thin layer of sweat immediately oozed from his forehead.

Unable to feel the expected resonance, Ning Feng frowned slightly, "How did you know the Xian Ling Qing Po Soul Art?"

how to know

Naturally, you taught me in person.

Withdrawing his right hand, Lian Ji's eyes turned black for a while. This body's ability to last is almost at its limit.

"Ten years ago, I got it in Chiyou Ruins," he said casually. "There are two volumes in total."

"Chi You..." Ning Feng looked at him with pursed lips, "Good luck."

Chiyou is a master of magic cultivating in ancient times. It is said that before he transformed into a demon and ascended, he left many secret caves for future generations. The ruins of Chiyou are one of the largest and most conspicuous caves.

With the passage of time, the Chiyou ruins thousands of years later have basically been visited by various demons and immortals, and there are not even small trails of fairy grass and potions left, let alone a treasure of magic cultivation.

What's more coincidental is that what Ning Feng is studying at this time is Chi You's Xian Ling Qing Po Jue.

Lian Ji, who has lived a lifetime, knows this better than anyone else. He even knows the reason why Ning Feng has not yet entered the distraction period——

The second volume of Xian Ling Qing Po Soul Jue has not yet been published.

After a moment of silence, Ning Feng sighed softly: "The conditions of the Xian Ling Jue are indeed attractive..." He deliberately dragged the end of his voice, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you before I go to grab the book?"

"You won't." Lian Ji said lightly.

Demon Venerable Qingxun likes to watch the prey struggling when they are dying.

"what do you want?"

"Alive."

"Alive?" Ning Feng smiled suddenly, looked at the young man in front of him again, and asked curiously: "How to live?"

How can a waste without spiritual roots live?

Lian Ji didn't answer, the boy's eyes that should have been shining were always gray with death.

Like the source of all desires, but also like the ashes without desires.

They are the same.

Ning Feng narrowed his eyes, leaned over and reached out to caress his gray pupils, and said softly, "I don't need to kill you."

Resisting this sudden ambiguous action extremely, Lian Ji pursed his lips, but did not back down.

The slender fingers moved down the bridge of the nose, and the fingertips brushed over the lips, gently lifting his chin with almost gentle strength.

"Either get out of here immediately, but there is a high probability that you will be regarded as a delicacy by the poisonous beasts in the cave; or make a deal with me with Xian Ling's outpouring formula, and I will guarantee that you will not be threatened with your life before your injuries recover."

"Ten days later, I will hand over the Xian Ling Qingpo Jue to you." Calmly breaking away from Ning Feng's hand, Lian Ji took a step back, his eyes calm.

Ning Feng was not annoyed, raised his eyebrows, "Five days."

"Seven days."

Ning Feng took out a delicate jade talisman from his cuff, and the wind blade with his fingertips slashed towards Lian Ji's almost congealed wound; the old wound split open, and the new blood disappeared without a trace after dripping onto the jade talisman.

Ning Feng threw the psychic jade talisman to him, "This is the key of Fengyuezhai, it can be used in and out, and if you have any important matters, you can use it to call me."

Putting the jade talisman into his bosom, Lian Ji said obediently, "Yes."

Ning Feng ignored him, walked a few steps and stopped, turned around, "Your name."

"Lian Ji."

"Lian Ji." Ning Feng smiled, "After seven days, let me see how you will get out of Fengyue Zhai."

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The seventh outer gate of Qiyao Sect - Liancheng Gate.

The door of Zhaohui Hall, which is always closed on weekdays, was wide open. Outside the hall stood a woman in red, looking around for something. She was about 20 years old, with a string of bells hanging on each of her two ponytails. When she saw him, her eyes widened. In an instant, he quickly waved.

"Xiao Xun!"

Not far away, the young man called "Xiao Xun" hung a long sword on his waist, with a handsome face, he ran a few steps to the woman's side, with a crimson ribbon fluttering in the wind, "Where's senior brother?"

"He? Maybe somewhere to drink and sleep?" The woman in red shook her head, the bells on her hair jingling, "Didn't he always hate this kind of occasion the most, and he probably won't come."

After complaining, the woman curled her lips: "If I hadn't received Wu..." The young man coughed, and the woman immediately changed her mouth: "...the letter from the head of the sect, I wouldn't come here."

The acting master of the woman's mouth is named Wu She. Not long ago, the eye of the sky changed. When the old master went out to investigate, he encountered a high-level demon and was seriously injured. He was in urgent need of recuperation. As a result, he sent Wu She, a tool repairer who was halfway through, to pick up some bargains.

According to rumors, it was because Wu She was a cousin relative of a certain immortal head of the main sect's inner sect.

"Let us come here when the three elders are all called into the main sect, and we don't know what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd of this generation's head..."

Some disciples came out of the main hall one after another, hurriedly walking, with mixed expressions of joy and fear. The young man glanced sideways at the hall, shook his head slowly at the woman, and then walked into the hall.

The woman rolled her eyes and walked in after the boy.

Zhaohui Hall is the place where Liancheng Gate discusses important matters. In addition to the sect master and the elders, all core disciples who have the ability to enter the main sect will be summoned here if necessary.

As soon as the two entered the door, a disciple saluted, "Senior Sister Tong, Senior Brother Cang."

"Junior Brother Mo."

The woman stopped, and the boy nodded slightly and strode into the hall, leaving Mo Liang and him in place.

"Brother isn't coming?" Mo Liang tugged at the woman's cuffs and said in a low voice.

The woman didn't answer his question, she stretched out her hand to grab his head, then compared herself on the forehead, said with a coquettish smile, "Xiao Liang'er has grown taller again, and will surpass Senior Sister soon."

Mo Liang's face turned red, he simply shut up, and trotted two steps to catch up with the boy in front.

The woman covered her lips and smiled lightly, and when her eyes moved along the cloud blanket to the main seat, that smile turned into mockery again.

The person on the main seat wore a moon-white Ruiwen spiritual robe and a gold-plated crown on his head. Although his beard and hair were all gray, his eyes were still shining. Beside him, the three Yaoguang chairs were empty.

Just after the hour, everyone went to the main seat to salute, Wu She stroked his beard and swept across the dozens of disciples at the front, suddenly frowned and said, "Where is Qiu Yi?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and after a while cast their eyes around the three of them, Mo Liang blushed again when he saw this, and hurriedly lowered his head, while Tong Yao played with curling her hair with her fingers as if nothing had happened.

The young man frowned slightly, and took a step forward to speak, when a frivolous voice sounded from outside the hall: "Here."

Everyone turned their heads, and saw a young man leaning against the door, holding Xiao in his left hand and a jug of sake in his right.

The disciples near the outside of the hall consciously made way for him, Qiu Yi didn't shy away from it, and just walked in like that, with a seemingly no smell of wine on his body that was incompatible with the long-burning sandalwood aroma in the hall.

"Senior Brother Qiu."

"Eldest brother." "A Yi," the Sequoia girl greeted happily, "Why are you here?"

"I heard that someone picked up a 'genius'," Qiu Yi staggered and stood still, and said lazily, "I came here to take a look."

Qiu Yi is the most proud disciple of the former sect master, with thunder and fire dual spiritual roots, he formed alchemy at the age of one hundred and three, and has now cultivated to the late stage of golden alchemy, only half a step away from Yuanying, and he is the one who participated in the selection of the main sect by Liancheng gate. One of the most promising candidates among the disciples.

The crowd seemed to have been used to his appearance for a long time, some were dissatisfied, some were sneering and disdainful, and some were drooping in thought, they didn't dare to answer.

Walking to the front of the hall, Qiu Yi looked around, "Where is that genius, why can't I see anyone?"

"You came too late," Wu She said with a downcast face, "What are you doing!"

"What are you afraid of being late? I won't delay your business." Qiu Yi said, without looking at the person sitting in the seat from the beginning to the end, "I came here purely to see the appearance of this genius."

"See if she's cuter than Xiao Xun, who is also a genius. Tong Yao, are you right?"

The woman who was called out giggled, and gently pushed the boy who was standing upright beside her, "Xiao Xun, your elder brother is making fun of you again."

"Qiu Yi!" Wu She jumped up against the table, "You give me enough time! The three elders have not returned, and you are the one with the highest status here. As a senior brother, how can you take the lead in messing around!"

Qiu Yi clicked his tongue when he heard the words, looked around and saw no strange faces, and said with regret: "It seems that the genius is not here."

"If that's the case, I won't join in the fun with you." He jumped onto the beam, unscrewed the flagon pot casually, took a sip, the spicy taste flowed from his throat into his stomach, and laughed loudly: "It's all about noise, what's the difference?" ?”

The man on the beam disappeared from sight in an instant. Wu She rubbed the twitching forehead, not in the mood to tangle with him any longer, so he simply waved his sleeves and said to the disciples with different colors below the stage: "I call everyone here today, There is indeed something to discuss."

"A few days ago, I rescued a young man near Xiexiu Mountain. I used to check his qualifications with crystals, but I still couldn't find out. I had to bring him into the door first. As for whether he is a so-called genius, whether to include him or not In the door, wait for a few days to discuss with the three elders through the spiritual realm before making a decision."

Tong Yao frowned when he heard this, and looked sideways at the young man beside him, but the latter remained motionless like a statue.

Wu She glanced over several disciples, and finally stopped on the young man.

"Xiao Xun, come here," Wu She said in a deep voice, "The new disciple is currently recuperating in the Immortal Pavilion. Before the three elders come back, you will take care of them. After the elders of the main sect come to check their spiritual roots, they can confirm whether they are good or not. I can make an exception and participate in the main sect selection competition with you."

"Yes," the young man said calmly, stepped forward, "disciple understands."