Seal of Chaos

Hu, seemed a little careless: "In my opinion, I'm afraid it's not that easy."

"What changes are you worried about? Weiren Xianjun, who presides over the meeting, has always been impartial. The master and Sang Hu Sanren from Chengshan and other senior celebrities will be present. As long as it is explained that the soul of the demon king has disappeared, now the person in this body is your man. Everything will be fine, Fengke."

"When I was reborn, my memory was damaged, and I only vaguely remembered some fragments. The reason why I was captured by the Demon King in Wumeng City was because of a mole." Lang Fengke's expression became serious.

"A traitor?" Zhou Junti was a little surprised.Xianmen monks are naturally opposed to demons and goblins, so how can there be traitors?

"At that time, the monster clan's offensive had just slowed down. I was about to come down from the city wall when I was suddenly knocked out from behind by a talisman. Taoist talisman seals are by no means something the monster clan can imitate."

Zhou Junti frowned and said: "You put it this way...We were surrounded when we first entered Wumeng City. How could it be such a coincidence to come now? It must be a pass, why did it attract the army of monsters? Even The Demon King designed you intentionally, how would he know when you arrived in Wumeng?"

Lang Fengke didn't answer, his thoughts turned quickly: Since he is a traitor, he must have plans.People in the world are greedy for nothing but money, power and sex, so what are immortal cultivators greedy for?Definitely not Adu.Nor will it be right.Although the Demon King is a national teacher, Ailao is, after all, a small country on the border, a land of alienation.Is it beauty?Or is it a peerless skill or some powerful magic weapon?

While thinking about it, he heard Zhou Junti say: "Even if something is wrong, we must go to the Hanyang Conference. Now the situation, we can only take one step at a time. I will send a message to the master and brother, they are very worried about you."

Lang Fengke rolled his eyes.He has never had a good impression of Zhou Junti's master and his cheap father.

On the second day, the two left Ailao and went to Hanyang.Lang Fengke didn't know how to fly with a sword, and he was a little afraid of heights, so he had to hang on Zhou Junti's body to share a sword, and let him hold him. At the same time, he made a bet with himself in his heart, betting that he would take the opportunity to take advantage of him .Unexpectedly, Zhou Junti never repeated the domineering style of the previous day, not to mention a forced kiss, and he didn't even touch his hands.Lang Fengke was a little dissatisfied, and took the opportunity to move his hands up and down, and once again touched the whole body of this handsome man with a bright and smooth body.

When he arrived at the outskirts of Hanyang City, Lang Fengke had no energy left to do frivolous and prodigal acts.He felt top-heavy, as if he was stepping on cotton. If it wasn't for Zhou Junti's support, he might not even be able to stand firmly.

Zhou Junti seemed to be used to seeing him like this, he bent down and picked up his legs, and hugged him up.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? It's not good for people to see!" Lang Fengke's tone seemed a little shy, but his body was very honest, and his arms hugged Zhou Junti's neck tightly.

"It turns out that you also have times to lose face." Zhou Junti teased.

"I'm shameless, but you have to ask for it. Mr. Zhou, don't you think so?" Although Lang Fengke was dizzy, he didn't budge.

Zhou Junti paused, and his expression became more gentle: "You remember?"

Lang Fengke said: "I think about it a little bit. It seems that I fought with you and slept on your lap overnight. You were so cute with a thin skin back then, so you are not as promising as you are now."

4. First Acquaintance: Fighting Skills

A dense forest, a tiger carcass, and a bonfire; the Taoist gathered firewood to make a fire, the young man remained silent, and the beggar fainted.

"Don't worry, he's just a little bit out of strength." The Taoist comforted him seeing the young man holding the fainted beggar all the time, "The tail of the tiger demon is a bit harder than fine iron, and it's hard to hurt an ordinary sharp weapon. The root was cut off, and I don’t know how to do it.”

As soon as the words fell, the little beggar moved, frowning as if he had some nightmare.The boy's brows were also wrinkled, and he reached out and patted him on the back a few times.The comforted little beggar stretched his brows again, arched and arched in this soft embrace, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep in peace.

The Taoist asked, "You seem to like him very much?"

The boy turned his head away: "No. I just feel a little pitiful." Then he added, gritted his teeth: "Poor people must have something to hate."

The Taoist seemed to see through the young man's mind, and smiled and said: "Most of us are monks in the mountain gate, and no one is your age. It is really dull. Although he speaks freely, his nature is not bad. If he is really just a wandering Son, you might as well take it back and teach it well. It just so happens that the uncle still lacks a lively and caring young disciple..."

The boy's eyes were shining brightly by the bonfire, and his heart was filled with longing.

The head of Kunyu Mountain has only accepted two disciples in his life, and they are this Taoist and the young man.The young man has been introduced since he was a child, and his seniors take care of him in daily life, food, literature and martial arts. It can be said that he is like a brother like a father.If there is anyone who understands his mind, it is naturally the senior brother.As the head disciple of the sect, Taoist has a strong and soft personality, and has long been the default head of the next generation. If he is the master and accepts a disciple, it is naturally not a problem.

Sleeping in the wild in the mountains, nothing happened all night.In the early morning of the second day, the little beggar reluctantly climbed up from the boy's legs, as if he was not satisfied, he touched those strong thighs with his backhand.

The boy wanted to get up and beat him, but unexpectedly his leg was crushed all night, he was so numb that he couldn't stand up, and he was so angry that he beat his hands on the ground.

"My darling, your hand hurts carefully!" the little beggar smiled and said frivolous words, "I'm going to Chugong, do you want to come together, handsome brother?"

"Get out!" The young man was so angry that he almost wanted to curse, and he had already thrown the family rule of "not being angry or angry, and not uttering evil words" out of the sky.

Still grinning, the little beggar swayed to the vicinity of the tiger demon's corpse, took out a dagger while unbuttoning his pants, squatted down, and quietly cut out the tiger demon's demon pill.

There are three types of alchemy, the outer alchemy produced by the alchemy furnace, the inner alchemy of immortal cultivators, and the demon alchemy of monsters.The functions of the three are similar but not ambiguous: no matter what kind of pill the demon swallows, it is a great tonic, and it can improve in one hour or three minutes.But if a person takes a demon pill, he will become a monster while his cultivation level grows, and he will become a monster if he takes any demon pill.To humans, the demon pill is nothing but waste, and it is easy to attract some vicious monsters to covet it.I don't know why this little beggar wants to cut the pill, but he looks excited and nervous, as if he has got some treasure.

The demon pill keeps exuding a demonic aura, and it is really difficult to hide it on the body without being noticed.The little beggar didn't intend to hide it, but opened his mouth to swallow it, and then wiped his mouth in satisfaction.

He swallowed the demon pill as if nothing had happened, raised his pants, went back to sit down next to the boy, and started to strike up a conversation as if nothing had happened: "We are so familiar that we don't even know our name. My name is Lang Xiao. What about you?"

The young man said: "My name is Zhou Gan, a disciple of Immortal Master Jingxing in Kunyu Mountain. This is my senior brother Hanzhang Taoist Li Yuan, named Yongzhen."

Lang Xiao cupped his hands towards the Taoist: "I haven't thanked the Taoist priest for saving my life yet."

The Taoist returned the salute with a smile: "Just call me Li Yongzhen."

It was rare for Zhou Gan to say a few words in a serious manner in the past two days. For the first time, Zhou Gan took a serious look at Lang Xiao's face: two thin lips like peach blossoms, a pair of sword eyebrows flying obliquely into the temples, the brows are full of coquettishness, and the phoenix eyes are countless Affection.Especially in a pair of pitch-black pupils that seemed to contain the sun, moon and stars.With just one glance, Zhou Gan couldn't take his gaze away.

"Then how about I call you Xiaogan?" Lang Xiao couldn't be serious for a moment, and started teasing Zhou Gan again.

"Hmm... huh?" Zhou Gan was still a little dazed.

Seeing his stupid look, Lang Xiao laughed so hard that he couldn't help but said: "Why don't you call him Xiaogangan?"

Zhou Qian finally came to his senses and drew his sword.

"Okay, okay, I won't bark anymore, don't be so serious, Mr. Zhou."

"..."

Seeing this situation, Li Yongzhen couldn't help laughing, and waited for the two of them to quarrel enough before saying: "I don't know where Young Master Lang learned from?"

"I don't have a master. My mother taught me this kind of kung fu." When mentioning his mother, Lang Xiao's expression seemed a little gloomy.

Li Yongzhen said: "Wandering the rivers and lakes is not a long-term plan. Young people must learn their own skills. Protecting the common people is the right way. Would you like to follow us to Kunyu Mountain?"

Seeing that Lang Xiao lowered his head and didn't answer, Zhou Gan was a little impatient and a little bit lost.

"I...I..." Lang Xiao didn't speak for a long time, she seemed a little at a loss, and suddenly she bowed to Li Yongzhen: "It is my lifelong wish to enter the fairy gate. The Taoist priest is willing to guide the boy into the door, and the boy is flattered! "

Li Yongzhen smiled and said, "Call me Senior Brother."

Lang Xiao bowed again: "Brother Li!"

At this point, Zhou Gan breathed a sigh of relief, imitating Lang Xiao's tone and teasingly said: "Call Senior Brother Zhou to listen?"

Lang Xiao smiled confidently: "Since ancient times, capable teachers are teachers. If you want to be a senior brother, you might as well beat me first!" After saying that, he lightly patted Zhou Gan on the shoulder.

Zhou Qian dodged it sideways, stepped on the Golden Goose Kungfu, and performed a set of Quanzhen swordsmanship by referring to the sword.Lang Xiao greeted him with one palm, but it was the way of plum blossom knife.

After a few tricks, Lang Xiao made a wrong move with both palms, turning one sword into two swords.The turn of the foot turned out to be Annan's Spiritual Snake Step.Zhou Gan responded to all changes with the same attitude, and still used Quanzhen swordsmanship to deal with it.

Li Yongzhen watched the battle from the sidelines, and saw that Lang Xiao's moves were mixed and inconsistent, monkey crane and Tai Chi were used together, mixed with Buddhist Renwang Dao's moves from time to time, and occasionally even used the moves of yesterday's tiger demon.Sometimes it is fierce and sometimes it is elegant. Although it has the power of surprise, it loses the power of concentration and purity. If things go on like this, it may be difficult to reach the peak.

The two performed dozens of moves, Lang Xiao relied on his cunning footwork and quick changes in moves, and he was worthy of a tie with Zhou Gan.If you continue to fight, you will definitely lose within a hundred moves.

Just fight, both of them are a little out of breath.Li Yongzhen drew out his sword