There is a demon who pleases you

Chapter Eight: Re-entering the World

Standing on the top of Fushan Mountain, Huize looks far away, but you can see the purple air rushing into the night and the red light shining among the misty waves.

He counted with his fingers, and said in a deep voice: "Ziwei star moves, and a monster is born."

The apprentice who stood quietly by the side lowered his head when he heard the words, waiting for Huize's order.

Huize asked, "How long have you been practicing on the mountain?"

Xuan Qing respectfully said: "It has just turned 100 years."

On that day, Huize had a sudden enlightenment and triggered the thunder of heaven. Although he didn't fly up, he felt a heavy responsibility. After that, he took two children with wisdom roots in the world as disciples and taught them the way of cultivating immortals.

Yaoshan is full of aura, and it is said that one can attain the Tao after a thousand years of meditation.

Hui Ze asked his two apprentices "why do you want to live?" The eldest apprentice pondered for a moment, and if he realized something, he said goodbye to his teacher the next day and stepped into the world of mortals.

The little apprentice Xuan Qing replied "I don't want anything in life" and devoted himself to practicing.

"In 100 years, it's time to stand alone," Huize said, "Catastrophe is inevitable, so go down the mountain and help the righteous way of martial arts."

Xuan Qing's heart trembled, and he said: "The disciple takes orders."

Huize nodded slightly, twisted his fingertips, and a whirlwind was born under his feet.

Xuanqing watched the master's figure disappear into the clouds and smoke, and with a thought, he descended the ladder, took a breath and ran for several days, passed through the vast sea of ​​clouds, escaped the thunder and electric shock, and then entered the mortal world.

Until seeing the people again, Xuanqing suddenly felt that the sea has changed, people and people have changed, the city walls and roads, the rice paddies and traffic, a prosperous scene, and the loneliness of the past is no longer there.

He shook his head, teasing himself that he hadn't cultivated his mind for a hundred years, and he still cared about the past, if he let the master know, he would be very disappointed.

Slightly calming his mind, Xuanqing found an inn, and just stepped over the threshold, the originally noisy lobby was instantly silent, and almost all the diners' eyes fell on him.Xuan Qing couldn't help but look down at his outfit, there was nothing special about his white clothes and white robe holding a sword.

Fortunately, the waiter in the shop came back to his senses in time, and came over with a water bottle, stammering, "Immortal, Taoist priest, guest officer... what are your orders?"

He didn't know who he called these three times, Xuan Qing said: "Please give me a servant room."

"Next, next, next room?" Xiao Er was stunned.

"Could it be that the guest room is already..." Before the words could be uttered, a silver light flashed in his vision, Xuan Qing grabbed it sideways, and in his hand were three poisonous needles that sealed his throat with blood.Such a ruthless move, Xuanqing looked towards the way he came from, and saw a young man in brocade clothes standing on the second floor, looking at Xuanqing coldly.

"Hmph, it's a mystery."

Xuan Qing opened his mouth to speak, but only heard a sound of "Zheng--", the Liuqin of the singing girl fell from her arms, she stared at the falling Liuqin and shivered, her slender body was like a candle in the wind.Xuan Qing kindly walked over to help her pick it up, but she didn't want her to glance at the young master upstairs, her face turned pale, and she didn't dare to take the Liuqin and thank you in a low voice until the young master turned around and left.

Xuan Qing softly asked the shopkeeper where the young master came from, Xiao Er was startled as if awakened suddenly, hurriedly invited him to check in in the guest room, and kept silent about his talent.Xuan Qing put the three silver needles into his sleeve thoughtfully, and followed behind Xiao Er.

The moment they went upstairs, the silent hall erupted into a commotion, and Xuanqing heard the word "Wushuang" repeatedly in the uproar.

Wushuang, what a Wushuang, there is no such thing as Wushuang in this world, and all of them are Wushuang, Xuanqing has already heard the fear and longing of the speakers from their tone of voice.

Xuanqing's quiet thinking for a hundred years has not been able to cultivate her mind like still water, let alone a person who is rolling in the world of mortals.

He followed Xiaoer to the door of the room, and couldn't help wondering: "Is this the next room?"

Xiaoer's eyes flickered and said: "It's the next room, Xian...please sir."

Xuan Qing was suspicious, went into the guest room and sat down. Before the tea was hot, there was a knock on the door, followed by soft words.

"Mr. Excuse me, my master would like to ask you to explain."

Xuanqing heard the sound clearly, thought it was the young master just now, so he opened the door and said to the maid in front of the door: "Thank you."

The maid lowered her head and hid her smile, "Please."

Her body is swaying, her steps are swaying, like flowing water.If the maid is like this, the master must be extraordinary.

Xuanqing was led by her into an upper room with a completely different layout and extremely luxurious interiors, but the man standing beside the table was not the young man in brocade clothes just now.As soon as he saw Xuan Qing, he came over earnestly, and said repeatedly: "Is there no problem, sir? My little brother doesn't know how serious it is, but did he hurt him?" He stretched out his hand to check Xuan Qing's body.

Xuan Qing took a step back, distanced himself from him: "No problem."

"Why are you all right?" He became even more anxious, "I see that Mr. is chilling all over, I'm afraid he has a cold poison."

Xuan Qing said: "My lord, there is no need to test it out. It has been snowing all year round in the place where I have lived for a long time, so I am naturally cold."

"It's snowing all the year round..." He muttered to himself, his expression changed, he cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, sir, please sit down. I'm Xia Xiaohongyun, little brother Xiaohongyan, dare to ask your name?"

Xuan Qing said: "Why do we need a name when we meet by chance?"

"Sir, that's what you said," he said with a smile, "I hit you like old friends at first sight, but there are too many people downstairs, so it's inconvenient to see each other. I hope you don't blame me."

"You're being polite." Xuan Qing said.

Xiao Hongyun rolled up his sleeves and poured tea for him himself.

"Thank you," Xuanqing raised the teacup and smelled the faint fragrance of the tea before drinking it, "good tea."

Xiao Hongyun smiled and said: "Going out in a hurry, not well prepared, Mr. Bu Ruo will come with me to sit at home."

"Brother Xiao, you are being polite," Xuan Qing said while looking at the drops of water on the rim of the cup, "It's just that I have something to do, so I have to live up to Brother Xiao's kindness."

Xiao Hongyun still smiled and said: "So, I will just wait for the matter to be completed."

Xuan Qing was noncommittal, sat for another half an hour, got up and said goodbye.

The second time I returned to my room, it was golden crows flying westward, and the sky was full of red clouds.

Xuanqing didn't think about the weird behavior of the two brothers, he settled down when it came, and sat cross-legged, with the tactic in his left hand and the seal in his right hand, he remained in the samadhi.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed, and a thin needle flew towards him. He subconsciously grabbed the tip of the needle and threw it back.After a moment of silence, the subtle voice came to his ears again, his eyelashes opened slightly, and then closed again.

Today's temptations continue, I'm afraid it won't be safe.

The sound outside the window gradually disappeared, replaced by the faint sound of the flute, the sound of the flute seems to be far away, not far away, not near at all, sometimes lingering and sometimes sonorous and powerful, whispering like weeping, high-pitched like hissing, it is all captivating. sound.

Xuanqing didn't have a musical instrument in his hand, so he knocked on the table with his hands and stomped the ground with his feet. The sound of the flute stopped for a moment, and then suddenly became sharp and mixed with the sharp edge of the knife to catch people's eyes and ears.

At this moment, with a surge of breath, he shouted "Break!"

Everything fell silent.

"You really have some skills in pretending to be gods and ghosts."

What broke through the window was the luxurious face I had seen before.

Xuanqing turned up two teacups and poured hot water into them.

"The night is dark, and the time you chose is really not suitable for talking."

The cold wind rushed in through the broken window, the candles were flickering, and a broken flute was still shaking in his hand.

"Don't talk about the sky, just talk about you."

Xuanqing said: "What can we talk about when we are in the countryside and rough people?"

"Country savage, you?"

"Naturally," Xuan Qing said indifferently, "I don't have a long body, and I don't have a lot of money."

Xiao Hongyan said angrily, "How dare you look down on me!"

This young man has beautiful features, but his personality is moody.

A palm struck, with murderous aura, Xuan Qing twisted his wrist to meet his palm, and the other hand touched several of his big acupoints as fast as lightning, and his body froze for a moment.

"Anger hurts the body." Xuan Qing said, then touched his sleeping hole, took out the silver and put it on the table, and picked up Pu Jian.

One of the two brothers regarded him as an enemy, while the other treated him as a friend. Xuanqing had no intention of getting involved in their disputes. It was better to leave quickly.