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The Promise Palace has been busy recently, and the Spring and Autumn Palace Master is about to set up the Young Palace Master. Most of the magic cultivators have sent their first and second leaders to congratulate the gift, and no one dares to question the Spring and Autumn Palace's selection of the Young Palace Master. After all, the Eastern Realm has always respected the strong. , as long as you are strong enough, whatever you say is right.

The person sent by Qianjiu Palace to congratulate him was Zhou Jue, the master of Jincuo Palace. This incident was a bit beyond the expectations of other demon cultivators. It should also be the Lord of that house.

The Lord of Tianfu in the Southern Territory is famous, but the Lord of Qianjiu Palace is different. Although he is the lord of the three palaces, he has no name and surname. He holds the position of Lord of the Palace and has never shown his face to outsiders. Very ugly.

Many demon cultivators also planned to take this opportunity to see if the mansion was really so ugly, but they didn't expect him to come at all.

Chunqiu is not such a stingy person. After reading the gift list from Zhou Jue, he couldn't help smiling: "Zhou Jue, are you willing to pay so much money?"

There are not many people in the Eastern Realm who don't know about Zhou Jue's stinginess. I didn't expect the gift list to be very generous. The officiant was the refining furnace ordered from the extremely expensive Qianji. Looking at the many accompanying gifts This can be regarded as a sky-high price gift list.

"These gifts are all selected by the Young Palace Master and the Palace Lord." Zhou Jue shook his fan, "I am just here to congratulate. I hope the Spring and Autumn Palace Master understands that the Palace Lord is sick and cannot come in person."

The subtext is that he doesn't feel sorry for the money paid by Yan Huai and Yan Huai.

"Wish is enough." Chunqiu is also a real person, she thinks that Chunqiuyan should like this refining furnace, since the gift that Chunqiuyan likes has arrived, does it matter who came?What's more, Zhou Jue is one of the masters of the three palaces anyway, and Qianjiu Palace didn't save their face in Wuji Palace.

Looking at the sick Yan Huai again, it is difficult for a doctor to heal himself. Most of the time, it is Qin Muzhi who is diagnosing his pulse.

"Senior brother, you are plagued by old diseases and overworked, which is not conducive to long-term." Qin Muzhi is the real Qianqiu personal heirloom, and he will not fail to diagnose Yan Huai's hidden illness under his stability.

Yan Huai's meridians have been reshaped, his muscles and bones have been renewed, the poison of the gu poison has overwhelmed the poison of the eyes, and he has tried ten thousand poisons in exchange for a body that is invulnerable to all poisons. After careful calculation, there is not a single piece of good flesh on his body; The blood is mixed, and I am afraid that I will not live today.

"Senior brother, if you hurt Yuanyuan casually, I'm afraid you will really make yourself useless." Qin Muzhi sighed while speaking, but Yan Huai was meaningless, and just said lightly: "Don't mention it to others. "

He lived to repay the kindness of the banquet, if it is really like Qin Muzhi's meditation and recuperation, and don't always do things that bother him and his mind, then what's the point of living or not living.

Even if the gods cannot be saved, he has to do things well for Yan Zhi first.

When Yan Huaifu raised his eyes, he saw a black eagle standing by the window. He waved his hand, and the eagle fell into his hand, and the creed was firmly tied to the eagle's feet.

Yan Huai tore down the creed, and when he opened it, he saw four large characters: demon, too simple.

... The banquet is over, is there no one to talk to?Yan Huai picked up the note and saw a line of words on the back. Fortunately, the words on the back are of some use to them.

"Where is the lonely mountain?"

"It seems that Master Shumen took him out for a walk."

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The young masters of the Promise Palace are very powerful, like a signal that they are going to come out of the rivers and lakes again.

Chunqiuyan never thought that one day he would have a master of his own, and that he would have a new home after the Wen family collapsed. The Spring and Autumn Eleventh was like a ray of light, illuminating all the darkness, and overturning his understanding of the magic cultivator. original cognition.

She's fine, she's really fine.

Tying a crown is a common etiquette for accepting apprentices in the human race. Spring and Autumn Eleven tied the crown and hair for him, held him and waved his sleeves and turned around, saying: "From now on, he, Chunqiu Yan, will be the Young Palace Master of the Promise Palace, my first disciple of Spring and Autumn Eleven." .”

Thousands of people came to congratulate the ceremony.

"Congratulations to Palace Master Spring and Autumn, and congratulations to Wuji Palace Wujiang."

Chunqiu Yan turned her head to look at the Spring and Autumn Eleventh, and saw that she looked calm, she was used to being congratulated by thousands of people under this supreme position, she was originally a supreme cultivator, so there was nothing she could afford.

Zhou Jue shook his fan with a slight smile, and he had already made a judgment on Chunqiu Eleven in his heart. He is a man who achieves great things, but he pays too much attention to friendship, and he will eventually fail because of love; Carved more, what kind of carve it can be, this is not what he can predict.

It is normal for demon cultivators to intrigue and use each other. Their Qianjiu Palace and Wuji Palace also have this relationship of mutual use. Unfortunately, the investigation of Li Zhifeng has not found anything so far.

In this hall, everyone was laughing, and there was a bit of hypocrisy mixed in.

The magic cultivator's feast, singing and dancing, and having fun, whether Zhou Jue is extravagant or not depends mainly on whether he pays. He doesn't need to pay a penny for the grand banquet of the young palace master of the Promise Palace. This is because he is in a particularly good mood One of the reasons.

Zhou Jue toasted and drank far away, Spring and Autumn also toasted, and supported her forehead to sing and dance on the stage. She lived for 1000 years, even if half of the time was spent in cultivation and recuperation, even if the world changed and time passed, only her face was not old, let alone go to hell .

She also knows these singing, dancing, rituals and music.

Chunqiu pulled out the hairpin and gave it to the lead dancer. Seeing that the girl was very happy, she also smiled.

"Zhu Luo, I'm tired." Chunqiu beckoned, and the maid in red hurriedly stepped forward to help her. She was about to get up when she saw Chunqiu Yan, who had been secretly watching her, dodged his sight.

Chunqiu paused, realized that she had just accepted an apprentice, she closed her eyes, waved her hand and said, "Forget it, step back."

Chunqiuyan seemed calm, but as an upright monk, she still felt uneasy when she first came to the Eastern Realm, right?Otherwise, he wouldn't always secretly watch her whereabouts for a sense of security.

But he, Chunqiuyan, was her apprentice who made it known to the world on the eleventh day of her Spring and Autumn Period, so how could he allow it to be a gimmick.

The singing and dancing continued, the empty wine glass was filled again, Chunqiu looked at it lazily, and there was no one who resembled the old friend.

Chunqiuyan was also awkwardly dealing with all kinds of demon cultivators who came to get in touch with him. He had never been overwhelmed by so many people and stars. Nova stars like Chun Qiuyan are just good targets for them to get married with.

Zhou Jue also had a lot of people there. After all, he represented the Qianjiu Palace, the number one force in the Eastern Territory. As a demon cultivator, it would not be wrong to have a good relationship with him.

There are also many gift givers, and Zhou Jue never refuses anyone who comes, and he is the only one who can accept money without changing his face with a calm and world-weary face.

Chunqiu took another sip of her wine, and when she looked down, she looked like a weak willow supporting the wind, not half of the appearance of the ancestor of Moxiu, and she didn't remember when it started, the longer she grew, the less she looked like herself.

In the beginning, she was just a cheerful and cheerful witch, thinking that she was called Eleven Walking the Jianghu. She is not the kind of person who can arouse others' pity. After all, she can single-handedly pick up a bear, and her walking steps are also Carelessly.

When I first met Wen Rou, that girl was named Wen Yu. She was a person who could give her all good pronouns, but this person also bore a thousand years of stigma.

But what Chunqiu can feel is that she didn't become like this to be similar to Wenyu. When she has nothing to do, she learns piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing, dancing and ritual music. She couldn't tell what it was for.

The Promise Palace is full of music and music, but the Qianjiu Palace is extremely quiet and quiet.

Who dares to act presumptuously when the ruler returns to the throne.

Passing through a secret passage under the underground palace is the Qianjiu Cold Pool. On the blue cold pool, there are pieces of Nanshan Yuancui blooming from light blue to light yellow, which look like lotuses but not.

It is difficult to think of such a quiet scene as a holy place for healing, but it is a cold pool with greenery in the southern mountains, which is of great benefit to the spiritual roots of the two systems of water and ice.

A ghost-masked man in dark clothes was soaked in the pool, his hair was sloppy, and he was silent for a long time. If he was not sitting too upright, it would be easy to doubt whether he was a dead body.

When Xuan Jing pushed open the stone gate, the ghost-masked man reacted, he lifted the mask to reveal half of his face, it was Yan Huai, Lord of Qianjiu Palace.

Xuan Jing smiled awkwardly, "Is there anything the Fujun can do with me?"

"It's not convenient for me to travel south, so you can handle other things for me for now." Yan Huai let go of his hands, and when his ghostly face disappeared, his full appearance was revealed. Those dark green eyes were not for ordinary people.

His dark green eyes are deep, and they are painted with thick and colorful ink strokes. Even if his hair is loose, it doesn't appear to be messy.

As long as it was a woman, he would propose to him if he was less aggressive.Xuan Jing sighed, cupped his hands and said: "I will definitely live up to the Lord's trust."

If he had known that he would not only be beaten but also sent to the south to deal with various matters if he provoked the banquet, he would not have provoked the banquet with the Shifang Mirror.

As soon as Xuan Jing left, the cold pool became silent again, Yan Huai didn't seem to feel the coldness of the pool water, he just watched the face reflected on the waveless water, his dark green eyes became darker again .

His eyes are an ironclad proof that he is a hybrid of the demon race and the demon cultivator. Someone once said that before his eyes were destroyed, they should have been more clear green, but they were stained darker by blood.

Yan Huai didn't remember how his eyes were destroyed, and he didn't have any impression of the demons. He could only find notes about the demons from the history books.

For example, when the Ten Thousand Realms was separated, most of the demon races were isolated outside the sky, and the remaining few demon races and human races mixed in the east, and the power of the demon race and the human race was equal.

The demons were cannibals at first, but when the human race became more prosperous and the demons declined, they became street rats that everyone shouted and beat.

Later, a small world bred good and evil, the human race flourished, the territory expanded, the monster race retreated away from it, and the demon race with no status mixed with the human race who had fallen into demon cultivation. They taught the human race some secrets of their own race in order to live in chaos. , but for the human race, the demon clan's skills are tantamount to going against the sky, and it corrupts the human race's etiquette and morality.

Only the fallen demons are willing to live with them, and in the eastern border, people and demons often kill each other.

The orthodox monks in the north and the south have always looked at it with cold eyes, but since thousands of years ago, they suddenly intervened in the struggle between the demon cultivators and the demons, and forced the already weak demons to become even more powerful with the momentum of driving the demons to extinction. Dare to see the light of day and run around.

But 20 years ago, the ten-square mirror standing in the headquarters of the Wan Dao League stopped turning, and the news of the Hengshan Sword Sect's killing of the last pure-blood demon clan was announced to the world, announcing the demise of a race.

The appearance of the human race and the demon race is extremely similar, but they call the demon race people only, and have never regarded the demon race as a life.

Yan Huai occasionally wondered, could the last demon to be executed be his relatives, father or mother?Does he and the Hengshan Sword Sect count as a blood feud across a sea of ​​blood?

Is it because of different positions, or because of others, a disadvantaged group must be exterminated.

Are you afraid that they will rise up in the future to retaliate?

But when he thought of this, Yan Huai couldn't help thinking, he was really heartless, his close relative died tragically at the hands of others, he couldn't bear the slightest thought of revenge, if the Hengshan Sword Sect didn't oppose Yanzhi, he would be with them all his life Nothing to do.

Yan Huai immersed himself in the water, and the cold pool water wet his temples, but he still didn't feel cold. Countless fragments flashed in his mind, the clearest one was Yan Zhi confidently and proudly calling him Yan Qing, or, Ning Qinghong called out to him with eyes, and went back.

Yan is a homonym for Yan, which is the surname given to him by Yan Zhi, so what is the backtracking, is it the original self that he forgets his past and refuses to forget?

The author has something to say: Nanshan Yuancui is Jinling Ningcui, but the name was changed because of the overhead problem, this flower is really super beautiful! ! !