After Jiaoqibao and Long Aotian switched bodies

Yuan Jiuyuan's handsome face froze, and he lowered his eyes suddenly, and said calmly: "This matter is a long story."

The crow-black dense eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows on the eyelids, covering up the surging emotions, obviously he was greatly shocked.

"It's nothing, let's talk about it, if there is any injustice, the master will make the decision for you."

Master Zhong said solemnly.

Feng Aoke wanted to know so much, he hid behind the orange tree and nodded repeatedly, "Yes yes yes, Zhenjun will also make decisions for you."

"Junior Brother, there are no outsiders here. Tell me all the grievances you have suffered. I will definitely let you go, Senior Sister." Senior Sister Miaozhen patted him on the shoulder gently.

Xu Fuding looked at his face, walked slowly to his side, wanted to pat him on the shoulder like Miaozhen, but suddenly stopped his arm guiltily, clenched his fist tightly and said: "Xiao Jiu, I have been thinking about you all the time." You, this time, the senior brother has neglected his duty..."

Yuan Jiuyuan raised his eyes, glanced at him coldly, glanced at his clenched white fist without any trace, retracted his eyes and said, "About how I became a demon king..."

Several people stared at him, waiting for the next step.

"Why don't I ask someone to speak for me."

Yuan Jiuyuan also wanted to know the reason. In modern times, he prepared his troops and sharpened his knives. He prepared to go straight to the Yitan Temple as soon as he passed through. , returned to Xuan Yuezong safe and sound.

Every plan, every node, has been gone through a hundred times in his mind to ensure that there will be no problems in the link, but who would have thought that things would develop far beyond his imagination.

It's like when you make a good game guide for hell mode, but when you open the game, you find that you have passed the level, and you also got the magic costume with an extremely low game rate and the number one in the server.

Yuan Jiuyuan really wanted to know what exactly Wen Gu had done.

Ghost Arhat stepped on the flying boat of Xuanyue Sect, and took off his black cloak and red lotus mask. He was tall and agile, with a dignified and upright face, a pair of scarlet eyes downcast, and a humble and calm expression, with a kind of elegance soaked in poetry and books. Gentle bookish.

The disciples on the flying boat were all shocked when they heard that Yuan Jiuyuan had brought a demon aboard. They didn't expect the demon to take off his cloak and mask, but he didn't see any evil spirits.

Xu Fu once fought side by side with the ghost arhat in the Holy Ruins, and recognized him at a glance, and unhurriedly covered Yuan Jiuyuan, "Is this the righteous man who escorted Junior Brother Xiaojiu out of the Demon Palace all the way?"

"I'm the ghost of Arhat."

Ghost Arhat nodded, and deeply cupped his hands towards Ziyi Zhenjun.

Ziyi raised his arm, motioned him to stand up, and urged with great interest: "Tell me how Yuan Jiuyuan got to sit in the position of Demon Lord."

Ghost Luohan looked at Yuan Jiuyuan subconsciously, and gave a cautious and inquiring look. Can he tell what happened in the Qitan Temple?

Yuan Jiuyuan remained calm, and said a line, "Tell me the truth."

The ghost arhat was blessed in an instant, the master was clearly aware of everything that happened in the Yitan Temple, but he asked himself to explain to everyone in the Xuanyue Sect, isn't it just for the sake of being upright?

Since ancient times, the most feared thing about the change of imperial power is that it is not clear. The Demon Lord ambushed and killed the injured Jitian Demon Lord and robbed the Demon Lord's position. This matter was done in a grand manner. Jun, but he couldn't kill Zhongliang under the seat of Jitian Mojun.

Ghost Arhat is one of them. He knows too well that if the name is not correct and the words are not right, how many crises will be planted for his master in the future.

The master is really cunning, he is not clever!

He could think of asking him to come before Zhenjun Ziyi and make up a legitimate story. With Zhenjun Ziyi testifying, this story is both false and true.

Ghost Luohan was so impressed that he looked at Yuan Jiuyuan in fear.

Yuan Jiuyuan frowned slightly, with an unpleasant feeling.

……

Yuning City.

Wen Gu opened his eyes from the fluffy bed. He had just finished taking a shower and was wrapped in a silk bathrobe, and the sweet shower gel soaked into his nose.

He stretched out his hand to touch his fluffy hair, but there was no trace of water. Yuan Jiuyuan not only helped him take a bath, but also dried his hair.

Wen Gu let out a breath slowly, and he also did Yuan Jiuyuan a big favor.

Help Yuan Jiuyuan escape from the magic palace.

terrible!Three thousand black and white people chased after him and shouted the devil king, like a crazy and enthusiastic illegitimate fan group, if they ran a little slower, they would be arrested and become the devil king!

As we all know, Demon Lord is a high-risk occupation.

In Long Aotian's novels, the devil is the number one villain, who must steal the protagonist's magic weapon, and then set up a conspiracy to frame the protagonist. In the end, the protagonist's domineering spirit is generally beaten all over the body, and he kneels to give way, begging to do The main character's younger brother.

But in a certain unpopular novel, the demon king is one of the protagonists, very violent and reckless, acting recklessly, until he meets a beauty from the fairy clan, he willingly submits to the beauty's knees, and wants to eat her dry Wipe it clean, but often, it is the beauties who eat the devil and wipe it clean, and it is very likely that there are several beauties.

Wen Gu was tortured by these two types of novels, and when he heard that he was going to be a devil king, his face turned pale with fright, and his heart stopped suddenly.

He lay down on the bed with nothing to love and calmed down for a while, then reached out to touch the phone on the bedside table, wanting to watch the video Yuan Jiuyuan left, but found a piece of paper.

The neat and clean white paper is spotless, and the painter uses a slender brush to carefully outline the white snow. In the huge and small world, there is a villain sitting obediently hugging his knees, with a small furry shark fin hanging from his shoulders , the little guy tilted his head angrily and looked in one direction.

Wen Gu can see that Yuan Jiuyuan has never studied modern painting, and he uses the delicate and graceful ink painting to describe a modern painting, which has a simple and quiet taste.

The brush strokes are serious and delicate, and even the eyes of the little shark are rounded. He can almost imagine Yuan Jiuyuan's careful and immersed appearance when painting.

Wen Gu's ears turned red, and he quickly poked the little figure on the scroll with his finger, and asked with a smile on his lips, "Who are you? You can't be Wen Gu, can you?"

Who else could it be but Wen Gu?

Wen Gu asked and answered in his heart, put the drawing paper flat on the pillow, sat cross-legged on the bed, and stared intently at it with his chin in his hand.

Looking at it, he suddenly realized something. The drawing paper was originally pasted on the tablet of the bedside table. He opened the tablet with one hand and stacked the drawing paper on it.

as predicted.

Overlapping with Yuan Jiuyuan in Wen Gu's painting on the tablet computer, the two paintings merge into one painting. The heroic young man in the big lake is as tall and straight as a green pine, carrying an epee. But when he looked at Wen Gu who was feeling unhappy.

And Wen Gu in the painting is not turning his head away to be angry, but staring at him stagnantly, the eyes of the two broke through the scroll, breaking the dimensional wall and entangled together.

At this glance, it seems that the days are getting older.

There was another explanation for the smile that Wen Gu forced on Yuan Jiuyuan's mouth.

Wen Gu stared at the scroll, feeling a strange and wonderful feeling in his heart.

A carved rose was hollowed out on the surface of the warm yellow wall lamp, and the aperture of light shone the rose obliquely on his face. His thick, jet-black hair was neatly bundled behind his white and upright ears, revealing a straight and handsome face.

The soft silk nightgown was ironed on Wen Gu's body, clearly outlining the slender lines of the protruding collarbone, the skin on the neck was clean and delicate, and the light blue meridians exuded a tempting fragrance under the light.

His eyes are too clear, staring at the picture scroll for a moment, there is a kind of god-like piety and tranquility.

After a long time, after reviewing the past, I realized a problem.

Yuan Jiuyuan said in an online interview that his favorite animal is a small shark. Could it be because of the shark pajamas he is wearing?

Immediately, he gave a soft "hiss" and muttered mockingly to himself: "Wen Gu! Wen Gu! You are so ordinary and confident."

Everything during the day was as usual, the crew was in a hurry, Wen Gu was so busy that he didn’t have time to think about personal relationship issues, there weren’t many scenes of Little Mermaid in Luosha Tianlu, and there were only a few pages left in the script in his hand, and a few more scenes could be filmed Honorably finished.

The Little Mermaid is finished, but Feng Xiulie, as the male lead, has to continue to fight in all directions. Director Qin expects to finish filming all the scenes in three months, and it is expected to be released before the Spring Festival of this year.

Wen Gu did some calculations and paid 2000 million yuan for filming Feng Xiulie, because it was very hard work for one person to play two roles. During this period of time, he made a lot of money and became a little rich man.

Now that he has money, it's time to buy something nice for Yuan Jiuyuan.

……

Nineteen heavy cities.

The lanterns on the walls of the Demon Palace were as bright as day, and a huge fire lotus flower was embossed in the center of the square in front of the city gate, and three thousand soul boys lined up neatly.

The high priest stood with his hands behind his back, his snow-white sleeves fluttering, and everyone was waiting for the outcome of Xuan Yuezong's discussion.

There is a bright white on the sky, and the energetic smoke is scattered in the streets and alleys of the city. The restaurants and teahouses in the streets are already open for business on weekdays, and the passers-by on the street are selling refreshments, but now the two armies are facing each other, and the atmosphere is tense. None of the Mozu dared to go out, hiding at home and looking outside.

Yuan Jiuyuan came with his sword, and landed in front of the high priest like a frightened bird, and the epee was retracted into the Buddhist beads while turning his wrist.

The high priest stepped forward to meet him, "The devil has negotiated well, and Xuan Yuezong has decided to retreat?"

"Don't call me the Demon Lord, I have no interest in the position of the Demon Lord."

What Yuan Jiuyuan hated most in his life was Jitian Demon Lord, and he didn't want to have anything to do with Ji Tian Demon Lord.

To be able to hold the position of the high priest, the ability to observe words and emotions is first-class, and immediately said seriously: "The demon king has been used by our demon clan for nearly a thousand years, and there are four light demon kings. It is indeed a bit inappropriate. In my humble opinion, it is better I will call you—”

"Demon Lord!"

Yuan Jiuyuan was expressionless, and glanced at the high priest, "Just now I had a discussion with Zhenjun Ziyi. Since the demon king passed on the position to me, the meaning of the sect is that I have to leave without hesitation, but I am Xuan Yue after all. If you are a disciple of Zong, it is neither fish nor fowl to be your demon king."

The high priest was overjoyed in his heart, his face was calm, and he pretended to regret and said: "I understand the difficulties of the Demon Lord, you are a decent person, but now we have no leader, we can't do without you!"

"So, let's make a compromise. I will stay here for three months. After you elect a new demon king, I will let Xian abdicate and return to Xuanyuezong." Yuan Jiuyuan said methodically.

All this is due to the touching story compiled by Ghost Arhat, which was recreated on the blueprint of Ye Jialan deceiving the high priest.

The devil did commit suicide in fear of crime, but not because of Xuan Yuezong's arrival, but because he saw Yuan Jiuyuan's familiar face.

I can't help but think of the good brother who used to drink and talk happily, and went to sleep with his feet. He was furious and regretful for a while, and was finally killed by lovesickness. In order to make his death less painful, they made up a few friendly knives.

Before he died, the devil firmly grasped Yuan Jiuyuan's hand to apologize and repent, and his words were kind when he was about to die, so he had nothing to repay, so he could only return the seat of the devil to Yuan Jiuyuan.

In this way, if Xuan Yuezong forcibly brings Yuan Jiuyuan back, the people of the Demon Race will definitely not give up, and will definitely go up the mountain to invite their Demon King back, but if they don't take them away, they will leave Yuan Jiuyuan in the nineteenth floor In the city, masters, sisters and brothers are worried, and Jing Feiming is unwilling to leave his friends here alone.

So there is this method of being a demon king for three months.

The high priest smiled contentedly, and reluctantly said: "Since the demon king has decided his meaning, the subordinates will follow your wishes and elect a new demon king within the next three months."

Yuan Jiuyuan's selfishness in staying here is for the sake of cultivating immortals and demons. The skills and spiritual talents in the Buddhist beads are limited. If he can stay in the magic palace for three months, his cultivation will definitely increase greatly.

"That's right." The high priest asked respectfully with a smile on his face, "I wonder when Xuan Yuezong will return?"

Yuan Jiuyuan looked helplessly at the flying boat in the sky, "I'll go back later."

The high priest heaved a sigh of relief, the seven flying boats resting on his head, no less than the sky thunder on his head, threatening the safety of the Nineteenth City at all times, it can be regarded as going back!

Before he had time to be happy, he heard Yuan Jiuyuan order lightly: "Clean up the two palaces and come out. My master and sister will stay here with me for three months."

To keep the precious apprentice in this place where no shit is possible for three months is no less than killing Chong Yidao, so he will definitely stay.

The same is true for Miaozhen, the people of the Demon Race are insane, she was very worried that Junior Brother Jiu would fall into the big dye vat and learn badly, so she stayed to supervise.

Of course, there is also Xu Fu who is not forgiving, and Yuan Jiuyuan doesn't want to mention him.

The high priest's smile froze on his face, and he was dissatisfied with the Daoists in the domain of the demons, but he didn't dare to disobey, and said: "Okay."

After a pause, he said with a stick between his guns and sticks: "People often say that a new official takes office three times. I don't know if the Demon Lord has other orders? I will also order the soul boy to carry out."

Yuan Jiuyuan brushed his sleeves, folded his arms and said, "Yes, don't disturb me."

The high priest nodded and said: "Understood, the Demon Lord has just arrived and doesn't know much about our Demon Race. Don't worry, I will take care of everything in the city. You just need to elect the next Demon Lord."

Yuan Jiuyuan raised one eyebrow slightly, hearing the meaning of trying to make himself empty.

A dry and hoarse voice came from not far behind the two of them—"What the high priest said, why doesn't the Demon Lord understand the Demon Race?"

Ye Jialan came out calmly, walked forward, and said with a smile: "From what I see, the Demon Lord is the one who understands our Demon Race best."

The high priest looked at him again, and looked down on him in his heart, and said with neither sad nor happy face: "I know you are on the saddle for the devil, but you can't just talk in plain language. The devil has only been in the nineteenth city for a few days?"

Ye Jialan took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to the high priest, "I never talk empty words, here is a plan to make the demons grow stronger."

Hearing this, the high priest took the paper solemnly, opened it carefully, and the first line on the paper read: "No matter how hard it is, children cannot suffer, and no matter how poor they are, education cannot be poor."

There were three thousand soul boys present, Ye Jialan turned around, cleared his throat, faced the square where the dark crowd stood, and read aloud what was written on the paper sentence by sentence.

From the basic education of children to the assessment strategies to guide spiritual practice, every sentence is golden and good, and the expression on the high priest's strict face gradually relaxes, revealing an expression of anticipation that is eager to try.

If these strategies are carried out exactly, will there still be worries about the withering of demon talents and no one to use?

But when he heard "I have a dream", the high priest's relaxed expression froze, and he put his hands together in a solemn and sacred manner, as if he was listening to the Buddha's scriptures.

Yuan Jiuyuan raised his chin, looked at Ye Jialan half-closed his eyes, and nodded from time to time, approving what he said.

Ye Jialan finished the recitation impassionedly. In the originally quiet square, he held his breath and concentrated on it. Everything was silent, and no one dared to speak out.

"Snapped--"

Opening the window on the second floor of the restaurant on the street in the square, an old and strong voice asked: "Is what you said true? We will really be able to walk out of the Nineteenth City one day!"

"It's absolutely true, not a single word is false." Ye Jialan replied sincerely.

The windows were closed again, but the little spark of hope remained.

Yuan Jiuyuan said thoughtfully: "Ye Jialan, it's refreshing to hear your insights today."

Ye Jialan was stunned, staring at him dully, blinking his eyes slowly, suddenly there were two lines of clear tears in his scarlet eyes, he turned his back to wipe away the tears, choked up and said sourly: "Mozun, every word is yours. If you get it, don’t give it to me!”

The soul boys of the demon clan only want to take credit for their achievements, but they will plunder all the spiritual treasures on their bodies. Ye Jialan has never met such a considerate superior who pushed such a great feat of pioneering the world to his subordinates. superior.

Or in front of the high priest and the three thousand soul boys, isn't what he did just to wash away the stigma on him and make him raise his head and be a man of integrity?

He didn't cry when he was severely insulted by the demon king, he didn't cry when he was trampled and despised by everyone, and he didn't cry when he got revenge for killing the demon king.

But at this moment, Ye Jialan's eyes were sour, and his heart was soft and swollen. The demon king had given him a lot, and he never thought he could live like this.

When encountering such a Demon Lord, not to mention the saddle for him, even if he went up the mountain of swords and down the sea of ​​flames, and went to the Nine Levels of Purgatory for him, he would never be ambiguous!

Yuan Jiuyuan lowered his head, and tapped his eyebrows lightly with his fingertips.

The radiant morning sun rises in the east, and the seven flying boats of Xuanyuezong cover the sky and block out the sun. If a giant dragon swims in the air, the three thousand spirit children in the huge and spacious Fire Lotus Square are silent.

Thousands of pairs of eyes fell on Yuan Jiuyuan's body, both openly and secretly, all waiting for what golden words he would say next.

But no one knew that the corners of Yuan Jiuyuan's thin lips were turned up, and the only thought in his mind was: "Did my clever Wen Gu see the painting I left? Does he like it?"

Do you like painting more, or do you like me more?