After the demon king failed to beg for death

Today, the lord of Cangzhou City is getting married, and the whole city is celebrating. There are lights and festoons everywhere in the city, full of joy!

However, in the City Lord's Mansion, the study in the depths of the room is exceptionally deserted.

Fu Ling looked at Zuo Hufa Qi Rui's respectful appearance to the ancestor Youming, and couldn't tell what it was like.

He knows Guardian Zuo, he is ambitious and capable, he is never willing to be subdued by others, once he decides to follow him, he will go through fire and water, and will not hesitate to do so.

Qi Rui was dressed in a red robe, and compared to a hundred years ago, there was no major change.

Cultivation has no time, and the time of more than 100 years is really nothing.

It's just that the eyebrows and eyes are more stable, and he is no longer like that impulsive kid.

Patriarch You Ming rested his chin on one hand, looked at his clothes, wondering what he was thinking, and then asked, "How did you find the things?"

Qi Rui replied: "The subordinate is incompetent and has not found it yet. I just got a clue. There is a legend on the shore of the South China Sea about the soul-returning grass, but this matter is illusory and has no basis."

As soon as Qi Rui said this, Patriarch Youming sat up straight: "What legend?"

Qi Rui pondered for a while: "On the coast of the South China Sea, on the top of Yunfeng, the grass of returning to the soul grows, and the dead come back to life."

With just a few words, Patriarch You Ming was obviously restless. He stood up from his seat and walked two steps forward, frowning in thought.

Qi Rui wanted to say something, but before he opened his mouth, he glanced at Fu Ling hesitantly.

Fu Ling who happened to be looking at this study room turned around, leaving only a back view.

Qi Rui, who came in from Fu Ling and finally looked at him, was stunned.

This hairstyle, this way of tying the hair is very similar to the old lord....

He subconsciously wanted to call out, but Fu Ling just turned his face away again.

A beautiful face appeared in front of him.

The man in front of him had picturesque eyebrows and fair skin. At first glance, he gave the illusion of being careless and careless.

Qi Rui felt that he was really a demon, their master had reached the peak of the Mahayana stage, and he was able to overcome the calamity and ascend in just one step. He was a unique and powerful person in the world.

How could it be this young man who looks like a vase in front of him.

The old lord hates this kind of man the most.

Nothing works at first sight.

Fu Ling looked puzzled, could it be that the Zuo protector who had followed him for many years recognized him?

That's not in vain!

However, Fu Ling didn't expect that Qi Rui said, "My lord, it's more appropriate for us to talk about the next thing alone."

Fu Ling:? ? ? ? ? ?

Angry, very angry, even if you don't recognize him, but you still want him to go out, who is your master?

Fu Ling instantly turned cold.

Patriarch Youming waved his hand: "It's alright, just tell me."

Qi Rui glanced at Fu Ling in surprise, but finally said nothing, and continued: "The top of Yunfeng on the coast of the South China Sea is extremely dangerous. , the cultivation base has been damaged, and it is not suitable to look for the soul grass this time."

When Fu Ling heard the pause in the middle of him, he knew that something must be hidden from him.

save...

Who are they going to save?

Could it be that someone was seriously injured?

Patriarch Youming waved his hand, but he didn't seem to listen to the words.

Qi Rui was a little anxious: "This time the matter of the soul grass is just a rumor, it is not certain whether it is true or not, please think twice, the Lord, I have waited for so long, I am not in a hurry, at least I will wait until you recover. "

Fu Ling couldn't help asking: "Are you injured?"

Ancestor You Ming obviously didn't intend to answer Fu Ling, he turned to look at Qi Rui: "Today is your day of great joy, the auspicious time is coming, you should prepare first."

When it came to getting married, Qi Rui had a rare look of embarrassment, he scratched his head a little helplessly, like a kid: "Thank you, Lord, for coming to officiate the wedding for me."

Patriarch Youming waved his hand and let him go down to prepare by himself.

There were only the two of them left in the study.

Fu Ling was still holding it when Qi Rui was around, and as soon as Qi Rui left, he found a place to sit down, looked at Patriarch Youming, and asked lazily: "I said, Master, you Xuantianzong The patriarch who sits in town actually has something to do with people of the devil way, isn't he afraid of being crusaded by those people of the righteous way?"

Ancestor You Ming raised his brows slightly, and asked doubtfully, "How do you know that he is a member of the Demon Way?"

Fu Ling touched his nose: "I read it in the book."

Patriarch Youming took a step closer: "What kind of book will introduce people in the way of magic?"

Fu Ling didn't panic in the slightest, he looked up at the man in front of him, smiled slightly, and said without changing his face: "My Xuantian Sect has always been jealous of evil, so I must have studied people of the devil way. There is a collection of paintings in the Xuantian Sect. It contains almost all the portraits of the demonic people, I have seen this collection, and I recognized him naturally."

This is really not Hu Su, Xuantianzong does have such a picture album, except for him, the leader of the Demon Dao, Mingshishan has a head and a face, and people who often come out and walk around are all in the book, but this picture book was destroyed by him a hundred years ago.

Now that he knew that Patriarch You Ming had a connection with Qi Rui, he knew that this patriarch in front of him must not be a good person.

On the surface, the white clothes are fluttering, and the fairy spirit is surging, but behind the scenes, it turns out to be the lord who protects the law on the left side of Mingshi Mountain.

It is really worth thinking about!

Patriarch Youming snorted coldly: "Since you are so loyal to Xuantianzong and you already know this, can I silence you, after all, the dead are the most obedient."

Fu Ling smiled slightly: "Farewell, master, you are my master, and others are not. Disciples naturally follow the master."

The implication is that it doesn't matter if you are a person of the devil way or not.

Old Ancestor You Ming stood in front of him, looking down at him almost condescendingly: "We are all the same kind of people, don't pretend to be loyal, I have a purpose in accepting you as a disciple, we are mutually beneficial."

Fu Ling felt that he was really at a disadvantage in such a posture, so he pushed away the chair and stood up...

And half a head shorter.

But what does that matter.

Fu Ling put his hands behind his back, and stared at him with starry eyes: "It turns out that Master already knew what kind of temperament I am. If this is the case, it will be more convenient for us to communicate."

Patriarch Youming curled his lips: "It's always a pleasure to talk to smart people. I'm really surprised at your young age."

Fu Ling agreed with this very much: "I still have a lot to surprise you, and the days will be long in the future, so please give me more advice, Master."

Patriarch Youming stretched out his hand and grabbed his hair again: "Since you are called Master, please pay attention to what you say and do, don't be too big or small."

Fu Ling snatched her hair back from his hands, and asked, "Why did you find the soul grass? This stuff is something that exists in legends, isn't it certain?"

Patriarch Youming was really surprised this time: "You also know the Hunhui Grass?"

Fu Ling had heard of this thing in his previous life, and it was said that the soul-returning grass was a kind of divine grass. As long as the body was well preserved and the soul had not been reincarnated, the soul-returning grass could be used to bring the dead back to life.

But this is also a legend.

Fu Ling told him this: "I've also heard... from others. No one knows whether such illusory things exist or not."

Patriarch You Ming pursed his lips: "It is impossible for anything to come out of nowhere."

Fu Ling: "Do you really believe that such a thing exists?"

Patriarch Youming didn't speak, but his expression was acquiescing, and it seemed that he planned to look for it himself.

Fu Ling: "Who are you going to save, could it be your sweetheart?"

Patriarch Youming waved his hand: "This matter has nothing to do with you, you just need to practice hard."

After speaking, he was ready to go out and leave.

The moment he stepped out of the door, Fu Ling said, "It's not the first time we met, otherwise, how could you know me and accept me as a disciple?"

Patriarch Youming didn't speak, but stopped in his footsteps.

Fu Ling looked at him resolutely: "The Demon Lord Li Chen of Mingshi Mountain is said to have unfathomable cultivation. He often sees people with a mask and has never shown his true face in front of people. Master, your identity is really scary. !"

This Demon Venerable should have seen him when he was in the small secret realm.

Otherwise, he wouldn't believe that such a big Xuantian sect, the Nether ancestor, could find himself so accurately.

Patriarch You Ming, no, it should be Demon Venerable Li Chen who turned his face and looked at him with dangerous eyes: "You dare to think and guess, so guess if you can see the sun tomorrow?"

Fu Ling: "I didn't guess this. You told me, Master. If I can't figure out such an obvious thing, then I really won't be able to see the sun tomorrow."

This new Demon Lord has nothing else but a lot of eyes.

If Fu Ling didn't talk about all this today, and showed his attitude, he had no doubt that he would never be able to get out of Cangzhou City.

Li Chen: "It seems that I did confiscate the wrong apprentice, you can work hard, and I will count on you for the future of Mingshishan."

After speaking, he left, leaving only Fu Ling who was in a daze.

He had thought about it before, that Ling Chen was pretty good, especially suitable to be the Lord of the Demon Cult.

But... Now it seems that a mountain is taller than a mountain.

At least when he was in office, he didn't have the ability of Li Chen to confuse himself as the ancestor of Xuantianzong, and also kept the Xuantianzong gang strictly hidden.

He even trained Qi Rui to be the lord of a city, and he thrived under the eyes of righteous people.

It's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves ahead. With such a lord, he doesn't have to worry about those little bastards in Mingshi Mountain anymore.

Fu Ling sighed alone for a while, then got up and walked to the front hall.

Anyway, he was his former subordinate. Now that he has caught up, he still has to leave his blessings for this wedding, and the time he spent with him is not in vain.

Naturally, many people attended the city lord's wedding ceremony, and the worship ceremony was held in a very wide square in the city lord's mansion.

There are banquets on both sides of the square, all of which are reserved for high-ranking and powerful people.

Banquets are also prepared under the steps of the square, which are prepared for ordinary people who come to the wedding.

Fu Ling walked all the way, in addition to gaining a lot of amazed gazes, he also knew that this wedding directly set up a three-day banquet, as long as the people who participated could eat and drink for free.

Fu Ling shook his head, Kid Qi Rui seemed to like this bride very much, otherwise he would not have been able to do this step with his stingy nature.

I just don't know what happened to Tao Xian?

Fu Ling always came to the wedding with sincere blessings, until he saw the bride who made him quite curious.

The crowd was noisy and guests were like a cloud, but Fu Ling was struck by lightning.

The bride is none other than him, the seventh-ranked assassin of the Dark Guard of Mingshi Mountain, Dark Seven!

Dark Seven is a man, a man! ! !

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

Fu Ling: Open the door to a new world!

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