I, peach demon, super sultry

Yang Qidao followed the martial arts leader into the inner courtyard, and saw an old man with disheveled white hair sitting on a chair with two wheels with his neck crooked, making a "hehehe" smirk.

The two maidservants serving at the side were feeding porridge and wiping the corners of their mouths.

Seeing them coming, he quickly stood up and knelt down to salute, "Leader, Yang Daxia."

Shi Chongtian looked at the old man and asked, "How is today?"

One of the servant girls replied, "Back to the leader, Tai Bogong is in good condition today, and the porridge is finished."

"En." Shi Chongtian nodded, waved his hand, "You guys go down first."

"Yes." The two maids bowed their heads and retreated.

Yang Qidao came to the old man and looked at him carefully. If he was said to be more than 100 years old, he didn't look like he was sixty years old, and his complexion was quite ruddy.

Taosu approached him and whispered, "He has the blood of pure yang."

"Blood of pure yang?" Yang Qidao had never heard of this thing, but presumably this should be the necessary connection for the old man to live for so long.

"Hee hee, who are you?" The old man asked, biting his finger.

Yang Qidao cupped his hands and said, "Yang Qidao has met the old senior."

"Who is Yang Qidao? Who is the old man? I don't know him." The old man pouted like a child, and when he saw Taosu behind him, his eyes lit up, "Hey, you look good , is it a goblin?"

Shi Chongtian coughed, "Uncle Tai, today my nephew came to ask you something."

"Ask what?" The old man covered his ears with a grimace, "I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen."

Shi Chongtian was helpless, so he said to Yang Qidao, "Qidao, can you take out the Nongyu sword and show it to my grand uncle."

"Okay." Yang Qidao took it out without hesitation, "Look, senior!"

"This is..." The old man was stunned, looked up at him, then looked at the sword, and said in a normal tone, "Hey, hold the sword."

Yang Qidao pulled it out quickly, and the nongyu sword exuded a warm light under the sun.

"This is really Nong Yu Jian, this is really Nong Yu Jian." The old man suddenly became agitated, tears filled his eyes.

After Shi Chongtian and Yang Qidao looked at each other, they asked, "Uncle Tai, do you still remember this jade sword?"

"When the Nongyu sword is unsheathed again, it will be the day when the demon will come to the mortal world again." The old man murmured, but he looked at Yang Qidao's face again and said disappointedly, "But you are not the Taoist priest Nongyu, you It's not him, you're not him..."

Yang Qidao couldn't help wondering, "Senior, Daoist Nongyu is the ancestor of the younger generation. Did something happen to the demon and the people back then? What does that mean?"

The old man shook his head and said to himself, "Mr. Long said that only Daoist Nongyu can use this sword in this world, but you are not Daoist Nongyu, you are neither him nor you..."

Shi Chongtian looked at his demented look, and turned to Yang Qidao, "Qidao, I'm afraid I can't ask about what happened back then, but it seems that no one can touch the jade sword in your hand now except you, what are you going to do?" ?”

Yang Qidao remained silent, squatting down for a while, "Senior, you said that only my ancestor can use this sword, so why can I touch it?"

The old man's eyes flashed, and he held his shoulder with his hand, as if possessed by something with great strength, his eyes overflowed with fear, "Back then! Back then! It was all blood, all blood!"

"Back then?" Yang Qidao held back the pain, "What happened back then?"

"Daoist Nongyu is dead... woowa..." All of a sudden, the old man burst into tears again, shaking Yang Qidao vigorously, "Daoist Nongyu is dead, he was taken away by Lord Long...Nongyu The Taoist priest is dead...there is no longer a jade Taoist priest in the world...Wow..."

Shi Chongtian covered his forehead, although only Tai Bogong seemed to know what happened back then, but if he kept asking, he would feel confused.

Taosu saw that the old man's hand was almost pinched into Yang Qidao's flesh, walked over and cast some spells to make him fall asleep instantly.

"Taosu, you..." Yang Qidao wanted to ask, but he always felt that he would be able to ask something in the next moment.

Shi Chongtian only thought that the great uncle was too excited, "Why don't you let him sleep first and then ask tomorrow, in fact, how about you staying here for a night?"

"Okay." Yang Qidao stood up, looked at the sleeping old man and said helplessly.

"Come here." Shi Chongtian yelled, and the maid who was guarding not far away hurried over.

"Alliance."

"Take Tai Bogong back to his room to rest."

"Yes." The servant girl responded and pushed the chair away.

Shi Chongcai said again, "I used to be in Wushan, I thought you were a rare talent, how about joining our Wulin League now?"

Yang Qidao twitched the corners of his lips and said with a wry smile, "Leader, you won't join before this time, and you won't join now."

Shi Chongtian was already displeased, "In my impression, you are not a shy and timid person. What's more, it was different before and now. This is a major event to save the common people. How can you refuse it again and again?"

Yang Qidao lowered his eyes, "But this burden is too heavy, I'm afraid I can't..."

Shi Chongtian glanced at Taosu, "Hero Yang is for the people around him, but have you ever thought about the return of the demons, how long can you live in peace without getting a jade sword? The peace before this was nothing more than using other people's swords. In exchange for donating blood."

Taosu frowned at his clumsy and aggressive words, and retorted, "Yang Qidao won't back down."

Yang Qidao stared at him blankly, "Taosu."

Taosu also turned to look at him, and said seriously, "Yang Qidao, I said I will help you, you don't have to worry about anything, you just need to move forward."

"It seems that Mr. Tao has a better understanding of the general situation." Shi Chongtian has somewhat changed his view of him, and he did not press Yang Qidao any more. He walked past him and patted him on the shoulder, and said in a deep tone, "Think about it yourself." .”

Yang Qidao clenched his fists, and in front of him was the bright and beautiful Taosu, but his hands and feet turned back into branches in his mind...

……

The red light of the setting sun penetrated into the window, staining the room red like blood.

Seeing that the old man on the bed was already asleep, the servant girl went out silently and closed the door.

Suddenly, the old man opened his cloudy eyes.

At some point, there was a person standing by his bed, because the sunset glow was too red, and it was hard to see who it was.

He only heard the man's gentle voice say, "I thought his blood was in your body, so I was never willing to do it, but you have lived a long time, so you should die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's body trembled, and he felt as if his neck was being strangled, his breathing became more and more difficult, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

The moment I closed my eyes, I seemed to see the past in a trance.

He was just a dying child, the man in the moon-white Taoist robe, who was taken out from the piles of demon and human corpses, cut his wrists and fed him to drink his blood...

That blood is sweet and delicious... I still haven't forgotten it...