Lord is the devil

"In the past few days, because of the demonic sword, the demon world will lead demon clans who are less than a hundred years old to draw their swords. My Treasure Artifact Sect is the closest to here, so naturally I have to open the door to entertain. The meaning of the teacher is to let the senior brother hide for a while. hide."

Setting Yang waved his hand, "I see."

Liu Wanjun followed behind him, ignored by the two of them, and acted as the background. When the two left, he hurried to the setting sun, "Master, shall we draw the sword first, or go to rest first?"

The realm of comprehension is huge. During this period of time, in order to return to the Treasure Sect as soon as possible, the two of them hurried and hurried.

The teleportation formation was unstable, and it took a while to react after the teleportation. The two of them sat on eleven seats in a row.

"You go back and rest first, and we will gather here tomorrow, and you and I will go to the Demon Ridge together." The place where the magic sword was pierced is deeply demonic, and it is now called the Demon Ridge.

Liu Wanjun nodded, "Then I'll go, and the master should go to bed earlier."

"En." Setting Yang left home for a few days, and what worried him the most was Qiao Jiaoniang, who couldn't sit still every day, and even paid for someone from the Qiankun Sect to prove his innocence.

When he met Qiao Jiaoniang, he had nothing to talk about. He was just worried that he was missing arms and legs. He kept checking and found that everything was fine before he was relieved.

Li Siming is not a good father, she worries about the sect all day long, but she is a good mother, she asks about her health, and even wants to keep him by her side forever, so as not to let him suffer from the cold, but this is not his style.

He said that by chance these days, he learned the Jade Bone Technique by chance, allowing the bones to grow in advance to look like seventeen or eighteen years old. In fact, he is only eleven now. This is also the magic of the Jade Bone Technique, but the size of the bones has increased. The bone age has not increased, and his anti-aging technique is still useful.

The setting sun showed a slight headache, and Qiao Jiaoniang immediately pushed him to the room, and even watched him sleep, of course he couldn't fall asleep if someone watched him, but it's okay to pretend.

After he fell asleep for a while, Qiao Jiaoniang put his hands under the quilt for him, and pulled the quilt around his neck before leaving.

Qiao Jiaoniang, who was leaving, counted at the door, "My son is so handsome, it would be a pity not to take advantage of it. It just so happens that tomorrow many young talents and beauties Jialiang will come to draw their swords. Find a chance to post the marriage invitation notice, and it will definitely succeed." Find a good wife for my son." She made a good plan, and immediately went to find fellow Taoists to introduce some wonderful people in the boudoirs of famous families.

A mother always wants to hold her grandson, and she won't worry so much when she has a grandson. Setting Yang overhears her talking to herself, and can't help but press her head, which makes her even more headache.

He already had plans in his heart to travel far away for a few years and not return home, so he is at the Golden Core Stage now, and Qiao Jiaoniang wouldn't be too worried if he went out alone.

After dealing with Qiao Jiaoniang, the setting sun set up an astrolabe all over the sky, and asked Mr. Pu to get a wooden barrel to bathe and change clothes. Afterwards, Mr. Pu knelt by the bedside and gave him a massage. Don't worry about it, just trust Pu Lao's method.

Zhan Tian is neither serious nor serious, if he accidentally presses him, it will hurt him, Jiu Zhong still plays lullabies to make him feel comfortable, so don't just join in the fun.

As for Bao'er and Dan'er, the combined weight of both of them couldn't hold them down.

Setting Yang was lying on the bed, drowsy, his wet hair was still wet, his body was tightly wrapped in white gauze, faintly visible, evocative of people's associations.

Suo Xing Pu was used to it, although he still had a little bit of surprise, but he knew that the Lord would not want someone to seduce him, so he massaged honestly, his technique was sophisticated, and Setting Yang fell asleep not long after.

Pu Lao didn't stop, Zhan Tian couldn't stand it anymore, and whispered in his ear, "How long are you going to touch? It's up to me, the Lord and I are a couple."

Elder Pu glanced at him and said nothing, Zhan Tian was saddened to himself, "Why does the lord always entrust such important matters to Elder Pu? How can that old man Pu be better than me?"

Mr. Pu has never learned fingering, but practice makes perfect, he is most familiar with Setting Yang's body, he can easily find his comfortable point, press down lightly and let him fall into a deep sleep.

Because Qi Ling has only one master, so it has a little bit of meaning to the master. Ten thousand years of getting along has amplified this emotion. It can be said that several Qi Lings have a little bit of strangeness towards him.

Setting Yang also understood their thoughts, but he thought it was a good thing, and he cultivated this emotion himself, because he felt that in this way, no one would betray him and leave him.

That's why the spirits can't do without him, they always think about him, no matter how crazy they do, they won't hurt him, it's because they like him.

The reason why the setting sun does not marry for ten thousand years is, on the one hand, to seek the Tao, and on the other hand, it is for them. If he finds a partner, the spirits will leave him and break free from the shackles of the body if they see no hope.

That's what Setting Yang doesn't want to see, so he often asks these guys to serve him personally, which is another kind of training.

This method is spread from Jianmen. It is rumored that people in Jianmen basically spend their lives with the sword, and the sword spirit is their wife.

Of course not everyone will do this, only some people who love swords and become obsessed, or who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the Tao will do this.

Because the sword is their weapon, only when the sword is single-minded and wholehearted, no matter whether it is body or heart, facing them, this kind of sword is the most aura and the most powerful.

The setting sun is also working hard in this direction, so he will probably never be emotional, and he is not perfect if he is emotional.

On the tip of the moon, Elder Pu was still giving him a massage, carefully, like stroking some treasure. He had been with the setting sun the longest, and he also knew the setting sun the best. Naturally, he understood the setting sun's plan, but he still fell into it, unknowingly, Silently.

Finally, he stopped, because the setting sun on the bed frowned, it seemed a little uncomfortable, yes, he had been pressing the acupuncture points for a whole day, and he had pressed the acupuncture points back and forth more than ten times.

Elder Pu just sat like that, with an old face on his face, who didn't know that he thought his father loved his son.

Early the next morning, the setting sun was woken up by Elder Pu. It turned out that the time agreed with Liu Wanjun had arrived.

Because of the magic sound, it buzzed every midnight, and the noisy people couldn't sleep, so Pu Lao opened the sky-filled astrolabe to block the sound for the setting sun.

The setting sun tidied up casually, and then went out the door, Liu Wanjun had been waiting there long ago, and people passing by would point at him, saying that he was lucky to get a jade goldfish with the setting sun and so on.

Even though the setting sun, like him, also had the same shit luck and won an inch of the country, but no one said him, they all attacked Liu Wanjun, to the effect that he was not worthy of a jade goldfish.

The setting sun waved at him from afar, he is now seventeen or eighteen years old, his face is like a crown of jade, and his figure is tall and straight, no matter if it is a woman or a man in the past, he will stop for a while, watching him, he is simply used to this kind of behavior look.

Liu Wanjun squatted on the ground and wiped the Taixu sword with the corner of his clothes. The Taixu sword was as clean as jade, and there was a figure reflected on it, which could be his master. sleep?"

Setting Yang clasped his hands behind his back and climbed up the steps, "It's still early? The sun is already drying my ass."

He is used to sleeping in the mortal world, and he wakes up naturally every time. One is for natural conditioning, and the other is for eye washing. With the guidance of the Yin-Yang sage, the setting sun's eyes recovered quickly, and they were already healed before leaving for the cultivation world. It's still a little fuzzy now, but it doesn't affect the vision, otherwise Qiao Jiaoniang will have to ask her again.

The two of them rode the flying crane in the Treasure Artifact Sect to the location of the Demon Sword. Because of the magic sound, they were not worried about finding it. Moreover, the area around the Demon Sword was full of people these days, as long as they saw the crowd, they would almost arrive.

When they got to the place, the flying crane was already panting from exhaustion, so Liu Wanjun simply learned the longevity technique, and gave it some real energy to revive it.

As soon as setting sun arrived at the place, he suddenly received a flying letter from the head teacher, telling him to go back quickly and find him for something important.

The setting sun went back alone, only Liu Wanjun remained where he was, the head teacher didn't mention him in the letter, so he didn't plan to go back, and there are so many people here, it's good to see the world.

The magic sword is really too big, almost ten miles across the ground, and the hilt goes straight into the sky. Naturally, no one can pull out such a sword. Not only that, but one can be regarded as a master among masters if he can approach it within one mile.

Because each person who came to draw the sword walked a different distance, some walked fifty steps, some walked a hundred steps, so everyone's heart of comparison was aroused, and anyone who could walk more than a hundred steps would not be able to walk. It's genius.Those who can walk two hundred steps are geniuses among geniuses, and those who can walk three hundred steps are super geniuses among geniuses.

Everyone is young, less than a hundred years old, so naturally they think that if they don't get the magic sword, it will be good if they can meet the heroes, and maybe they can find a thick thigh to hug.

Liu Wanjun already had thick thighs, and he didn't bother to be with them. He circled the magic sword for half a circle. The magic sword was too big. The blade alone was ten miles away, and there was still a distance of one mile that could not be touched easily. Qi, and magic sound, sword qi hurts the body, and magic sound is sad, it must be passed through by people who are both internal and external. This is why everyone regards this place as a training ground, and there is no fatal danger when walking a hundred steps away. But going beyond that distance is dangerous.

Liu Wanjun looked at the magic sword that went straight into the sky, and shook his head for a while, "It's too big, let alone I can't pull it out, even immortals may not be able to lick it, it would be better if it was smaller."