After Jiaoqibao and Long Aotian switched bodies

"A pure heart is like water, clear water is the heart, there is no breeze, and the waves are calm..."

Wen Gu closed his eyes and recited the meditation formula silently, discarding all messy thoughts, and slowly adjusted his breathing.

There was a pitch-black silence in front of him, and his attention was more focused on the discomfort of his body. The hot breath flowed through the blood vessels and gathered in one part, faintly igniting a prairie fire.

Meditation formulas are of no use to him.

Wen Gu opened his eyes a slit, took a quick glance, then closed them immediately, and could almost hear his heart beating in his chest.

He touched the tip of his hot ear, moved his fingertips down to stroke the cold earlobe, and at the same time, he smelled a very shallow, gloomy and quiet scent on his wrist, which came from the incense on his clothes.

Yuan Jiuyuan became a Demon Lord, and as the owner of the Nineteenth Cities, he could no longer wear Xuanyuezong's clothes. Today, he changed into a blue feathered crane cloak. On the body, as long as you move slightly, you can feel the comfortable feeling of silk sliding over your body.

Wen Gu opened his legs, put his knees against the short table, and tried his best to stop this strange feeling. The burning heat on his cheeks spread into his breath, and he could feel a slight change in his body with each breath.

At this moment, he thought of the famous sentence in the president's article: You will extinguish the fire yourself.

Wen Gu let out a breath slowly, took out the photo mirror and took a look. As expected, this handsome face was pale and red, and the pupils in the eye sockets seemed to have sparks burning in them, urging a deep burnt red color, blurred in the yellow mirror. The upper layer of golden sand is unexpectedly beautiful.

Eyes turn red when emotional, isn't that in bed...

bang——

The mirror fell on the carpet, and Wen Gu covered his eyes with one hand. Now that the matter has come to this point, and he is so uncomfortable, it will not be good for his health if he endures it any longer. Why don't we help Yuan Jiuyuan again?

Anyway, this is Yuan Jiuyuan's body, and his hands are also Yuan Jiuyuan's hands, so what does it have to do with me if he messes with himself?

Ever since, Wen Gu held up the lampshade and blew out the candles on the low table. A corner of the hall was plunged into darkness. He closed his eyes and quickly untied his belt, and began to move with precision.

Long time, long time.

Wen Gu, whose wrist was so weak that he couldn't lift it, fell into surprise again, Yuan Jiuyuan, are you really a human male?

Mozu people, I really belong to you.

In the early morning of the day, the lazy Wen Gu pushed open the door of the main hall and stood on the one hundred and one-step black stone steps, where the vast and vast Demon Palace could be seen under the shining sun.

Miaozhen carried a sword behind her slender back, stood on the steps and smiled at him, "Xiao Jiu."

"Sister."

Wen Gu was about to jump down the stairs to find Senior Sister Miaozhen, when a figure suddenly flashed in front of him.

The high priest was wearing a plain white monk robe, holding a demon pestle in his hand. He had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward and said with a deep cup of hands, "This subordinate has seen the Demon Lord, and welcomes the Demon Lord."

How come I haven't seen you for a day, and changed from a demon king to a demon king?

"……What's your business?"

Wen Gu clasped his hands behind his back and nodded calmly. Since Yuan Jiuyuan wanted to stay in the Nineteenth City as the Demon Lord, the Demon Lord would have to look like a Demon Lord when a monk struck the clock one day.

The high priest raised his head respectfully and looked at him with burning eyes, "My subordinate stayed up all night last night, thinking about the golden and jade words of the Demon Lord all the time. Over the years, I have been suffering from the withering of talents in the clan, and the lack of success. When the Extreme Heaven Demon Lord was at its peak, we The demons have millions of fine armors, and one sound made the three worlds tremble, but now there are only three thousand soul boys left, living in this wild land of the Western Regions..."

While talking, the high priest let out a long sigh, "Fortunately, God bless our clan, I can see the hope of the revival of the demon clan in my lifetime!"

Wen Gu nodded again, squinting his eyes and looking at the high priest pretending to be deep.

Not only the high priest didn't sleep all night, he didn't sleep all night last night. He didn't feel any sleepiness after tossing until dawn.

The high priest was moved by his affirmative gaze, and said encouragingly: "This subordinate will post enrollment announcements in various places in the Nineteenth City today, and you can sign up to participate when you are six years old..."

"Are you sure you can recruit someone?"

Wen Gu let out a long yawn and asked casually.

The high priest was stunned for a moment, and said with a sneer: "The path of demonic cultivation is difficult and dangerous, and requires many spiritual talents and treasures to support it. If it weren't for someone with a rich family, he probably wouldn't send his children to sign up."

Wen Gu rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and asked him again: "Are we demons short of money?"

The High Priest laughed again, but this time he smiled triumphantly, "The Demon Lord doesn't know something, the most important thing we need in Nineteenth City is money."

Wen Gu looked at him suspiciously.

"It's a long story. The Demon Lord Jitian fought in all directions a hundred years ago, and brought him back... Ah, the money and spirit stones he brought back can fill the nineteenth city. Moreover, we are in the Western Region, with a unique geographical location, surrounded by precious stones. In the mine, every household can use suet white jade to make bowls and dishes, and usually sell gems to sharks and monsters. If it weren't for the fact that the human race is unwilling to trade with us, our nineteenth city will be richer." The high priest smiled and caressed beard.

Wen Gu believed it. If the High Priest could establish his prestige in the Demon Race as soon as possible, he would also be able to get out of the sea of ​​suffering and return to Xuanyue Sect earlier, "Let's recruit students, I'm actually quite good at it."

"I would like to hear more about it." The high priest immediately obeyed.

Wen Gu lived in an era where there were ready-made solutions. Children in impoverished areas could not go to school due to economic problems, and parents hoped that their children would help with housework at home. Schooling required long-term investment, and families could not afford this long-term expenditure. With the help of the national government, board, lodging, and tuition fees are all free, gifts are given during the holidays, and a part of the subsidy is also given to parents every month.

The advantage is immediate results. Everyone knows that reading can change one's destiny, but the disadvantage is that it costs money like water, and the investment effect cannot be seen in the short term, but the benefits will last forever.

Now here at the Demon Race, if the child has the talent for cultivation, there is unlimited supply of spiritual treasures. If the child does not have the talent for cultivation, there is no need to worry. Everything is free. If you want to practice, you can continue on this path.

Not everyone is a young genius like Yuan Jiuyuan. The general public is the mainstay of the demon clan. Only these people are strong, and the demon clan is really strong.

The high priest frowned, thoughtfully, and nodded heavily for a long time, looking at Wen Gu with awe-filled eyes, "This subordinate will do as the demon king said."

The method Wen Gu said is not difficult to implement. It is rare that the Demon Lord pays for it himself. In the palace, the realm of imperial power, only money and money have always flowed in, and it has never flowed backwards.

"I have another question, what should I do if I don't have enough money?"

Wen Gu looked at the endless magic palace, "Didn't you just say that we have a gem mine, and find a way to sell it to the tribe."

"Excellent opinion, Demon Lord!" the high priest stroked his beard and sighed.

Wen Gu: "..."

You didn't say anything, why did you start to talk about it, this kind of flattery is no less than falling down before you shoot, doesn't it show that your marksmanship is good?

vulgar!

The high priest can naturally think of selling gems to the human race, but the human race does not sell his account at all, but "Wen Gu" is different. Wen Gu has Xuan Yuezong's endorsement behind him, and he is still half human and half demon, so it is less difficult to do this. many.

What he admired was this young man who had just ascended to the position of Demon Lord. The first of the three fires that a new official took office was his own treasury. Being able to come up with such an ingenious method may not be willing to let bloodletting happen.

Thinking of this, the high priest put down the magic pestle in his hand, and put his hands up solemnly, "Your subordinate has just compiled a hymn, why don't I sing it to you now?"

I completely forgot that I was brooding over the death of the Demon Lord the day before, and wanted to take the lives of Wen Gu and others to avenge the Demon Lord. Presumably the Demon Lord Quan knew it, and he would definitely smile at Jiuquan, thankful that he had this group of loyal and loving subordinates .

"Ah! Demon Lord!"

Only then did the high priest sing the shocking first sentence. The priest is in charge of the funeral ceremonies of the demons. The high priest often sings a song with a voice as strong as a bell. This sound pierces the sky like thunder!

Miaozhen at the bottom of the stairs was shocked, and immediately jumped up the stairs, covered Wen Gu's ears, gave the high priest a fierce look, and dragged Wen Gu to hide in a secluded side hall.

"The old man came to cry early in the morning, didn't he scare you?"

Wen Gu nodded with lingering fear, saw her smiling, and happily called: "Senior Sister, Senior Sister, Senior Sister..."

Miao Zhenxin felt sweet all of a sudden, it's been a long time since I saw the cute and cute Junior Brother Xiao Jiu, "Xiao Jiu Xiao Jiu Xiao Jiu, quickly let the senior sister pinch your face."

"...then you have to be gentle."

Wen Gu turned his head, and moved his face obediently.

Miaozhen couldn't help laughing, and twisted it lightly, "You don't know how worried I am at Xuanyuezong, you little bastard, I said earlier that Xu Fu was unreliable, so you just ran around with him, now you are here I can’t even run if I want to.”

"Senior brother Xu Fu can't be blamed either, he is also very worried about me." Wen Gu defended Xu Fu in a low voice.

Miao Zhenxiu frowned, and said angrily: "Next time if you are kidnapped by Xu Fu again, Master and I will not care about you anymore!"

"understood."

Wen Gu nodded heavily, and asked curiously, "Where did Master go?"

Miaozhen hesitated for a moment, looked unhappy, and said in a low voice: "If it wasn't for your sudden disappearance, Master has gone to the coast of the East China Sea to practice in seclusion, waiting to survive the thunder disaster, and now he came to the Nineteenth City for you, and his mind is in turmoil. It is not easy to practice, and I am resting behind closed doors today."

"Master... are you going to cross the lightning calamity in the near future?"

Wen Gu suddenly became nervous. Although he knew that the real person would cross the catastrophe, he never thought that the time would be so tight.

Miaozhen sighed softly, closed her eyes slightly and opened them again, "I didn't want to tell you about this, Master's catastrophe is imminent, I asked Zhenjun Ziyi on the side of the flying boat, he only said that there is no mutual generation, everything is In fate."

If Chongyi Dao goes through the tribulation smoothly, it will enter the stage of joining the path. With every gesture, the mountains will collapse and the sea will boil, which is one step away from the stage of Mahayana.

But throughout the ages, countless people with lofty ideals have fallen to this step. The lucky ones are like the Purple Clothes True Monarch, who can survive in the world with their cultivation intact.

At the beginning, Miaozhen wanted to go to the coast of the East China Sea with Zhenren Chong for retreat. First, he was unwilling to give up on the past, and second, he was really worried about Master... In case of a thunder disaster, he would always see Master for the last time.

There is no birth, everything is in fate.

Having experienced the baptism of Shang Ze, the last thing Wen Gu believes in is fate. If fate should be like this, then he should not obey the arrangement of fate. He will definitely look at Miaozhen's frowning face.

Since the modern recruiting method can be used in the environment of the demon race, the method of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages of modern people can also be used in the world of comprehension.

Suddenly, I had a bold idea.

For example - a lightning rod!

I learned the principle of lightning rods in my high school physics textbook. Most of the materials used to make lightning rods are available in Cultivation World. The main body is welded steel, and the whole body is covered with a layer of tin. There have been tin mines in ancient times, not to mention being in the demon clan now. The only thing that is not lacking is mines.

But the zinc plated on the tip of the lightning rod was only discovered in the [-]th century, and it was used on a large scale in modern times. There is no such thing in the world of comprehension.

Wen Gu bit his lip, then exhaled heavily, and asked with a relaxed smile, "Senior Sister, has Feng Ao returned to Xuanyue Sect?"

Zinc is indeed not an element in the world of comprehension. The only zinc element in the world exists in the mobile phone that Wen Gu brought with him when he wore it, and it is a zinc alloy that has been processed by modern industry.

If the lightning rod can be successfully made, not only can Daoist Chong pass through the tribulation smoothly, Yuan Jiuyuan will also be able to survive the nine-day thunder calamity in the future. In the future, thousands of people in the Xuanyue Sect will be grateful for his miraculous invention .

……

The hotel room is brightly lit, the wall-mounted TV is noisy and lively, the reflection of the colorful picture is blurred on the glass window, and the small shark pajamas are stacked neatly on the sofa in one corner.

There was no one in the huge living room, and the sound of water was rushing in the bathroom. Yuan Jiuyuan was propped on the washstand with one hand, his loose bathrobe was folded on his chest, and the white glowing skin on his neck was hard to move away.

The cheeks were flushed by the hot water steam, and the dark and clear under the eyes were foggy, as if covered with a layer of translucent arc under the light.

Yuan Jiuyuan stared at the mirror for a long time, and his breathing gradually became heavy. Ever since he did this kind of thing, he has learned to help Wen Gu solve problems with ease.

He was not interested in this matter at all, but when he thought that it was Wen Gu's hand, the boring and repetitive movements took on a different meaning.

After a long time, he turned on the tap, washed his hands carefully again, pulled a tissue, and wiped his slender fingers one by one with endless aftertaste.