Blind Master Raises Enthusiastic Apprentices

A handsome young man got out of the sedan chair first, holding a square box in his hands. The box was made of jade, white and moist, with a comfortable and beautiful luster.

Lu Qianzhou looked at the jade box. The box was not small, occupying almost half of the boy's body.

Could this be the gift Heng Jiumo was talking about?

It looks very expensive, Heng Jiumo is willing to bleed so much?Lu Qianzhou frowned slightly, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Heng Jiumo was here to betray his junior brother.

Lu Qianzhou observed the next four weeks and was ready to retreat.

If Heng Jiumo came to sell his junior, no matter what, he would leave with Gu Xizui.

There was a crisp sound of "bang!", and the shiny jade box was dropped on the ground by the young man.

The young man lifted the curtain of the sedan chair respectfully, and the people in the sedan chair stretched out their feet reluctantly, and slowly stepped on the jade box.

Heng Jiumo got out of the sedan chair, stepped on the jade box, looked around at the Nuoda Demon Palace, and frowned slightly in disgust.

The hand with distinct joints was raised, and the young man beside him immediately supported Heng Jiumo's hand, and helped Heng Jiumo get off the jade box.

It turned out that the shiny jade box was just Heng Jiumo's pedal box.

Lu Qianzhou looked at Heng Jiumo's appearance of Lafayette getting off the sedan chair, and temporarily pressed the retreat action, first to see how expensive gifts Heng Jiumo would give.

"Hundreds of years later, Mozun still likes this dull style."

Heng Jiumo looked at the chairs in the main hall of the Demon Palace, and they were all black.

It looked and looked, and finally, he brushed his thumb over the storage ring of his index finger and pulled out a red chair.

Only then did Heng Jiumo sit down, leaning back lazily.

On the back of the big red chair was carved a delicate and beautiful fire phoenix, and the two wings of the phoenix just half-encircled Heng Jiumo's shoulders.

Coupled with Heng Jiumo's dazzling golden clothes, he leaned so lazily, and the human and phoenix were in harmony.

The aura of luxury and luxury rushed over.

Ji Yuanting closed his hurt eyes, and looked at himself again. After washing his eyes, he looked at Heng Jiumo and smiled disdainfully at the obviously luxurious, low-key and connotative layout of the main hall:

"What do you know, the little master of this deity likes it. In the eyes of the little master of this deity, Liu San, who is next door to his mansion, who got rich overnight by flattering the emperor, the little master doesn't even like you."

"Little master?" Heng Jiumo squinted his eyes slightly, and gave Ji Yuanting a meaningful look. He thought of something, laughed again, and shook his head lovingly.

"It's no wonder my junior brother hasn't come home for so long. It turned out that he was playing house games with Mo Zun. After getting drunk, he was a bit playful. This game really can't be taken seriously. After so long, junior brother should have played enough, I The Demon Venerable won’t mind coming to pick up Junior Brother home.”

Lu Qianzhou recovered from the blinding, fiery red phoenix wings, and looked at Heng Jiumo in surprise.

Heng Jiumo actually came to take Gu Xizui home!

Ji Yuanting looked at Heng Jiumo deeply, his jaw line was tense, he got up, his hands behind his back, his hands clenched tightly, the air pressure in his body became low.

He strode forward with long legs, with a sullen face, and was about to walk towards Heng Jiumo who seemed to be on vacation in a magic palace.

As soon as he took a step, Ji Yuanting's eyes moved slightly, thinking of something, he stopped again.

He looked at Heng Jiumo again, with more confidence in his eyes. He said, and slowly sat back on the Mozun dragon chair:

"Senior brother comes to pick up junior brother back, of course it's fine, I don't mind at all. I'm just afraid that the little master of this deity won't be happy if he doesn't mind."

Lu Qianzhou rolled his eyes when he heard that.

While listening, Heng Jiumo stroked the storage ring on his index finger.

He lowered his head, his long black eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he smiled lowly a few times.

The hands wearing the storage rings were raised and leaned against the armrests carved with phoenix feathers on both sides of the phoenix chair.

Heng Jiumo turned his head slightly, with the hand resting on his temple, and lazily lifted his eyelids, and looked at Ji Yuanting, a pair of beautiful eyes filled with subtle smiles:

"Ji Yuanting, enough is enough. My junior brother doesn't like to be someone else's little master. Also, don't compare me with me. Some clothes are exaggerated when worn on others, but they look good when worn on others. This sentence was said by my junior brother who insisted on following me and boasting of me when he was just starting out."

"Why, my junior brother also said this to his neighbor, Liu San, who got rich overnight?"

"That's why you want to sue his master and accuse him of being playful. How dare you have the face to use this method to deceive your junior brother?!"

Ji Yuanting obviously disliked it, and impatiently issued an order to evict the guest,

"Senior brother like you, there is no junior brother who wants to see you. Just leave if you have nothing to do. This deity can't afford you here."

"I'm not only his senior brother, but also the head of his sect. He can see it whether he wants it or not."

Heng Jiumo straightened his slack and reclining body, and spoke in a calm voice, very much like the head of the sect.

With a wave of his hand, the young man beside him immediately picked up the jade box on the ground and came to Heng Jiumo's side.

"A little gift, you don't have to see outsiders."

Lu Qianzhou on the side blinked in disbelief.

He was sure and sure that this jade box was the jade box that Heng Jiumo stepped off of the sedan chair before.

Ji Yuanting sneered, stood up straight away, surrounded by black paint, and looked dangerously at Heng Jiumo:

"Master Heng, so you came to fight. I heard that you have just left the customs, and your cultivation has already reached the Yuanying Dzogchen. This deity would like to take a good look at it."

Heng Jiumo was not prepared to face the battle at all, but shook his head with a sigh:

"It's so boring to fight and kill at every turn. In order to give the gift to Mozun intact, I protected the gift with jade. With such sincerity, why is Mozun angry?"

After speaking, he raised his hand to signal, and the young man beside him opened the jade box.

Mozun looked at the jade box coldly, he wanted to see what Heng Jiumo could send.

The jade box was opened, revealing a person curled up inside.

The demon soldiers around were immediately vigilant, and some of them immediately stood in front of Ji Yuanting to guard against sneak attacks; some of them immediately surrounded the jade box.

Completely blocked from sight, Ji Yuanting frowned, raised his hand and waved away the magic soldiers beside him.

With a clear vision, the person in the jade box turned out to be Lin Yong.

Lin Yong climbed out of the box tremblingly, saw Ji Yuanting, hurriedly climbed forward, wanting to kneel down and beg for mercy.

As soon as he knelt down and was about to kowtow, his head was trampled down by a foot, directly onto the ground.

Heng Jiumo had already got up from his phoenix chair, pinching Lin Yong's head with his toe.

He raised his eyes, looked at Ji Yuanting, and smiled arrogantly:

"Sorry, Mozun, actually the gift I really wanted to give you was still treated as a stepping on my feet."

Ji Yuanting didn't see that Heng Jiumo was embarrassed at all.

He looked at Heng Jiumo, then at Heng Jiumo on the ground, and he probably understood Heng Jiumo's intentions a little bit.

Ji Yuanting sneered:

"Murdering the head of the Eight Great Sect Leaders, Sect Leader Heng, are you going to be enchanted too?"

Heng Jiumo looked at the main hall of the Demon Palace in disgust, and asked with a smile:

"People die in the devil's palace, so what does it have to do with me? Come to think of it, when the time comes, the head of the eight sects will be re-elected. My master is alive, and I will definitely come to seek justice for the head of the eight sects."

Ji Yuanting chuckled a few times, then raised his head again, hahaha laughed wantonly:

"Are you also going to use this to threaten the deity? Head Heng, you can kill as much as you like."

When Heng Jiumo heard the words, he was not polite at all. In his slender and beautiful hand, a long sword with bright colors appeared, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Lin Yong's neck.

Ji Yuanting sat casually on the Mozun dragon chair, without any nervousness or worry, and even had a faint expectation.

Heng Jiumo deliberately used some force.

Lin Yong's terrified screams resounded through the main hall of the Demon Palace, and drop by drop of blood flowed down from his neck.

He moved very slowly, and each time he increased his strength, he was very small.

A lot of time has passed, but Lin Yong is not in danger of dying.

Ji Yuanting still remembered that he had promised Gu Xizui's order and could not do it himself.

He would keep Lin Yong's dog's life just because Gu Xi was drunk.

Ji Yuanting lost his patience, opened his mouth, and heated up:

"Master Heng may not know it yet. Thanks to the people under your feet, the little master of this deity is now bewitched."

As soon as these words came out, Heng Jiumo controlled his stabbing hand and gave a sudden pause.

He pinched the head of the person under his feet hard, his face was heavy, he squatted down slowly, stared at the person under his feet coldly, and asked word by word:

"He said, but is it true?"

Lin Yong trembled with fright. This time, he really felt the approach of death.

During these days, he has been detained by Heng Jiumo and tortured every day.

Heng Jiumo imprisoned him majestically, saying that in order to save his junior brother, Lin Yong had worked so hard, and he was obliged to treat Lin Yong's illness.

When had Heng Jiumo been so kind, or was it because of his alcoholic junior brother?It is clear that there are many doubts!

However, no one raised objections.

Because his reputation in the righteous way has been completely lost by that brat Lu Qianzhou.

Damn Lu Qianzhou!

Despite the unspeakable misery every day, Lin Yong felt that he still had a way out.

There was no killing intent in Heng Jiumo's eyes, and when he scolded him, it was more because he disliked him for going to Demon Realm in vain and wasting the opportunity.

But this time, Lin Yong was filled with great fear.

The way Heng Jiumo looked at him now was terrifying.

"I didn't, it wasn't me! It was Gu Xizui's apprentice, yes, Gu Xizui became a demon in order to save his apprentice."

"That's it! Master Heng, you have to believe me. The Demon Lord didn't see everything. If you don't believe me, you can confront Lu Qianzhou. He is a child, and he still wants to break into the devil's hole and act like a hero. The devil can't take it. How about Gu Xizui, but Gu Xizui became a demon in order to protect Lu Qianzhou!"

Heng Jiumo slapped Lin Yong's face with the blade of his sword:

"You think I'm a fool, thinking I don't know anything? You brought everyone into the devil's cave, and you led the devil out."

"I thought my junior brother was just playing for fun and didn't want to go home. It turns out that you forced me to go home."

As he said that, Heng Jiumo drew a long and deep cut on Lin Yong's face with force with the long sword in his hand.

"Ah!" Lin Yong cried out in pain and fear.

Hearing Lin Yong's screams, Heng Jiumo's eyes became colder and colder.

Since knowing that Gu Xizui has also come to the Demon Realm, Heng Jiumo has never worried about Gu Xizui's safety.

Not only is he not worried, but he also likes this little playfulness of his junior brother.

Going to Demon Realm is completely impossible for that drunk and gambler Gu Xizui.

But the current Gu Xizui actually destroyed the folding fan and went to the Demon Realm for his apprentice.

Gu Xizui went to Demon Realm, which confirmed Heng Jiumo's guess even more.

Even if it is a counterfeit, no matter how much hatred Ji Yuanting has in his heart, he may not be willing to kill him, let alone,

It's still genuine.

Heng Jiumo was never worried about Gu Xizui's safety, but only worried about whether his junior brother would be abducted by wild wolves if he stayed too long.

Unexpectedly, someone dared to make him bewitched.

Heng Jiumo got up, lowered his eyes, and looked down at Lin Yong's feet. His eyes were full of cold killing intent. He twitched the corners of his mouth and said in a low voice:

"At the beginning, why did I praise you, such a fool, as the head of the eight masters?"

Lin Yong stopped screaming and couldn't believe his ears:

"What did you say?!"

The position of the head of the eight masters was obviously obtained by his own hard work!

Heng Jiumo snorted coldly, and uttered two words coolly:

"idiot."

Looking at Heng Jiumo's contemptuous eyes, Lin Yong's heart skipped a beat.

He recalled that when he participated in the election for the head of the Eight Great Sect Leaders, he was obviously not the one with the highest martial arts, and he was obviously not the one with the most meritorious deeds.

But most of the public opinion in the cultivation world is praising him.

Then he thought again, this time he was forced by public opinion and had to come to the Demonic Dao to be an important person.

It's all because of public opinion!

However, Heng Jiumo has always been the one who controls the public opinion the most.

"It's you!"

Lin Yong said loudly with surprise on his face, feeling that he was being played around from beginning to end, and shouted angrily,

"why!"

Heng Jiumo raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Lin Yong's neck.

Lin Yong is most afraid of war, and the cultivation world with less war is suitable for him to make money.

"If you bring my junior brother back properly, you will still be the head of the next eight masters. If you are given a chance to perform, you will not be caught. No matter how well you lick the demon king and the demon king, it has nothing to do with whether you can be re-elected." , has nothing to do with it, understand?"

The long sword in Heng Jiumo's hand reflected a terrifying light, he paused, and asked Lin Yong quietly:

"But, how dare you let my junior brother be enchanted?"

"Master Heng, spare your life, Master Heng, spare your life, I will never dare again!"

Lin Yong frantically begged for mercy in fear, and the sword above his head, exuding a chill, fell down suddenly without showing any emotion.

He was trembling with fright, sweating all over his body, and closed his eyes in fear.

"stop!"

A familiar voice sounded, and the sword on Lin Yong's neck suddenly stopped.

Heng Jiumo raised his eyes, followed the voice, and saw a man in the clothes of a magic soldier walking over.

Taking a closer look, it was Gu Xizui.

Heng Jiumo immediately observed the black air on Gu Xizui's body.

He was relieved to find that Gu Xizui's whole body was clean and there was no black air.

Gu Xizui frowned, he looked at Lin Yong on the ground, and then at Heng Jiumo holding the sword:

"Master, what are you doing? You can kill people if you want, but you can kill people wherever you want when you leave the Demon Realm."

Heng Jiumo looked at Gu Xizui in disbelief, then at Ji Yuanting, and finally smiled bitterly:

"My good junior brother, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you are helping others and bullying your own senior brother. Junior brother, your heart has gone out so quickly?"

Gu Xizui coughed guiltily.

To be honest, in his heart now, this so-called senior brother is really not as important as Ji Yuanting.

Although Ji Yuanting was a very annoying person, but that memory, the memory of Ji Yuanting's desperate savior, really couldn't help but move him.

He finds Ji Yuanting annoying and wants to leave Ji Yuanting, but Gu Xizui also wants Ji Yuanting to be safe and have a good life.

As for this so-called junior, apart from being an exploitative rich man and the horrible and perverted punishment in the original novel, Gu Xizui really doesn't have a good impression of him.

Even the backlash disease that saved him before.

Heng Jiumo did cure his illness, but he also got a lot of money out of it, obviously he could not use so many medicines.

Gu Xizui thought about the books he had copied, and thought, this is a typical rich man buying and selling by force!

His heart was biased towards Ji Yuanting, so naturally he couldn't allow Heng Jiumo to kill Lin Yong here.

At that time, Lin Yong's death will be entirely on Ji Yuanting's head.

The two battles between good and evil broke out, and if Xie Qingyuan appeared in advance, Ji Yuanting's life might be in danger.

Even so, Gu Xizui still tried his best not to admit it:

"Whether it is abduction or not, I only know that one person does things and one person is in charge, the head, don't you think so?"

"Who am I doing this for..." Heng Jiumo stopped talking, took a deep breath angrily, and immediately wanted to lose his temper and curse, but tried his best to hold it back.

No, his junior brother was kidnapped, no matter how fierce he is, does he still want his junior brother?

Heng Jiumo spread his hands, and retracted the shining sword in his hand.

He turned towards Gu Xizui, the corners of his mouth raised, and he gave a loving and doting smile:

"What the younger brother said is correct, the younger brother listens to the younger brother. The older brother is obedient, don't kill Lin Yong, how about you go home with the older brother?"

Gu Xizui was moved, he had long wanted to bring his precious apprentice home.

This was a good opportunity, he couldn't help but step forward with his long legs and walked in the direction of Heng Jiumo.

Heng Jiumo watched Gu Xizui walking towards him step by step, and continued to work hard to maintain that kind smile on his face, which was quite like a teacher's brother.

He opened his arms, waiting for his junior brother to come into his arms.

"Little master, are you abandoning me again?"

Unknowingly, Ji Yuanting has quickly moved in front of Lin Yong.

He stretched out his hand, strangled Lin Yong's neck directly from the air, looked at Gu Xizui with an injured and blank look, and asked for instructions in a cold voice,

"Little master, please tell me. If you don't want me anymore, do I still need to follow your previous orders?"

Gu Xizui stopped walking towards Heng Jiumo suddenly, he looked at Ji Yuanting who couldn't wait to strangle Lin Yong to death, and felt a headache.

Together with Ji Yuanting's impulsiveness that is not afraid of death, it hasn't changed at all.

"Hey, Junior Brother, come here quickly, don't listen to the bad guys."

"Little master, please tell me."

Voices from both sides sounded at the same time, Gu Xizui raised one foot, not knowing which direction to go.

Gu Xizui was forced to make a choice, and for a while he didn't know how to choose.

In my mind, a deep and gloomy devil voice sounded, bewitching:

"What choice to make, only fools make choices, of course, eat them all."

"Go, hold Ji Yuanting's hand, and throw it into Heng Jiumo's arms, you want it all, hahaha!"

Listening to the voice that suddenly appeared in his head, Gu Xizui pressed his temples with a headache, he shook his head, but he couldn't get rid of the voice in his head.

In my head, the voice of the system also came to blend in, anxious and angry:

"I told you not to swallow demons long ago. Is it worthwhile to return Ji Yuanting's soul? Being swallowed by demons and being controlled by demons is no joke."

The devil's laughter was still ringing in his head, and Gu Xizui's brows were tightened because of the noise.

He didn't even realize that a large amount of black energy had emerged from his body again.

He raised his hand uncontrollably, to follow what the voice said, to hold Ji Yuanting's hand first.

Gu Xizui forcibly held down the outstretched hand with one hand.

Just thinking about that scene makes me feel unsightly.

It would be too embarrassing to do that.

Gu Xizui's heart moved, he completely forgot his apprentice's advice, practiced martial arts, and forcibly suppressed the devilish energy in his body.

This time the luck was too great, and Gu Xizui, who was still not fully recovered, felt pain all over his body, and felt that his eyes were dark.

Before he fainted, he seemed to hear Lu Qianzhou's voice, which sounded behind him:

"Master!"

It's his auditory hallucination, why is Lu Qianzhou here?

Yes, it must be his hallucination!

Someone who was secretly disobedient and practiced martial arts, afraid of being nagged by his apprentice, thought to himself.

Both Heng Jiumo and Ji Yuanting sensed that something was wrong with Gu Xizui.

They glanced at each other hostilely, one threw away the person in his hand, the other put away his coaxing smirk, and headed towards Gu Xizui at the fastest speed.

However, in the end, everyone failed.

Gu Xizui was firmly caught by a magic soldier who was very close behind him, and hugged him in his arms.

At first, they didn't recognize who the demon soldier was, until they heard the familiar and clear voice of the young man, anxiously calling the word "Master".

It turned out to be Lu Qianzhou, a little brat, Heng Jiumo and Ji Yuanting thought at the same time.

Heng Jiumo opened his mouth, wanting to put Pu, who is the head of the sect, to give orders to the disciples of the sect.

Ji Yuanting was going to pretend that he didn't recognize Lu Qianzhou, put on the Demon Lord's face, and gave orders to the Demon Soldiers.

Before the two could speak, Lu Qianzhou took off the makeup on his face, got up drunk with Gu Xi in his arms, and said respectfully to the two:

"Master, Mozun, I was afraid that the master was angry just now. I will take the master back to the room to rest. You continue, and the junior will not disturb you."

After speaking, Lu Qianzhou left with Gu Xizui, not worried about being stopped at all.

Heng Jiumo and Ji Yuanting couldn't utter a single word of the orders they had spoken.

Heng Jiumo gritted his teeth secretly, looked at the backs of Lu Qianzhou and Gu Xizui who were going away, and then looked sharply at Ji Yuanting.

Heng Jiumo finally couldn't bear the temper he had been holding back in front of Gu Xizui, and all his thoughts were directed at Ji Yuanting.

He looked down on Ji Yuanting hundreds of years ago. He is obviously a slave, fierce and clingy, and he still wants his master to coax him:

"Ji Yuanting, you dare to be angry with my junior brother again, try?!"

Ji Yuanting also looked at Heng Jiumo coldly. He couldn't understand Heng Jiumo for hundreds of years, and he had never been a serious teacher.

Xie Qingyuan asked Heng Jiumo to lead his junior brother. Heng Jiumo didn't teach a set of kung fu properly, and he would only take advantage of his little master. Let the little master call him senior brother, praise senior brother, and finally ask his little master for some martial arts. Enlightenment.

When Ji Yuanting thought of the past, the veins on his forehead throbbed faintly, and he opened his mouth, warning word by word:

"Heng Jiumo, don't you fucking dare to coax my little master into trying!"

The eyes of the two people intertwined, flashing and flinting, and after hundreds of years of grievances, the blades met, and the swords clashed.

Finally, both of them let out a heavy "hum", and turned their eyes away if they didn't like each other, as if looking at each other again, they both felt that their eyes were dirty and their spirits were polluted.

The two walked away with long legs, and walked quickly in the direction where Lu Qianzhou was going.