Mr Tang

Xie Yan is a human being in this world, and his life is naturally incomparable to that of a zombie like Li Mingfeng. He still died of old age, but when he died, he looked at the faint tears in Li Mingfeng's eyes, and it was difficult. He raised his hand to wipe it off for him.

The little ghost next to him also had red eyes, looking helplessly at Xie Yan. Over the years, he has always looked like a little ghost, and his heart has never grown. No matter how ignorant he is, looking at Xie Yan, he also knows Dad seems to be dying.

Xie Yan waved and asked the little ghost if he would like to go to reincarnation, and he could use his wish points to help him.

The kid kept shaking his head, and lay on Xie Yan's lap.

On the day Xie Yan died, Li Mingfeng carried him back to the tomb and kissed the corner of his mouth.

The little ghost kept crying and calling for his father outside.

Three days later, Li Mingfeng made a small coffin and placed it next to their coffins, and then he lay down in the coffin by himself to accompany the banquet.

The little ghost felt the breath disappear, and ran into the tomb anxiously, looked at the tightly closed coffin lid, and burst into tears.

Crying and crying, he saw a small coffin next to him. He laughed through his tears, ran over, lifted the lid of the coffin, and lay down in it. He found that it was just right, suitable for his size. The velvet duvet is also very comfortable.

He ran to the big coffin, knocked his head on the ground three times, and then said to the coffin, "Dads, I'm going to sleep, I'm so sleepy, when I wake up, will you wake up too?"

He said to himself, thinking that this was the reason, he ran into the small coffin, lay down in it, and closed the coffin lid.

The mechanism in the tomb seemed to have a sense, and it turned a bit, and the original two holes disappeared in an instant.

Later, Lin Ye and the others got old, and when they came to Luoyang Village to meet their old friends, the two kissing people never appeared in the camera.

The rumbling sound kept ringing, and the meditator spat out a mouthful of blood. He wiped it with his hand indifferently, and looked out the door with peach blossom eyes, "Come here, prepare hot water."

As soon as the words fell, two subordinates came in carrying hot water in less than a while. After Xie Yan let people go out, they soaked in the whole body relaxedly.

The heart-piercing pain in his chest made his forehead drip with cold sweat, he endured it, and resumed his internal energy building.

Now if the world were to know that the Demon Lord had lost all his magic skills, he would probably be attacking Shangmojue Mountain.

Xie Yan breathed out a sigh of relief, his peach blossom eyes flashed with ruthlessness, he would definitely make the sword repairman pay the price for what he suffered today, even though he is not from this world, but when he woke up, he saw that The figure of Ren Juechen leaving with his sword.

The original owner of this body had already been knocked out of his wits by the palm of his hand, Xie Yan, a lonely ghost, was dragged into this corpse for some reason, enduring the pain from that palm.

Although Xie Yan's mind is chaotic, he still clearly knows that he is not from this world. He somehow appeared here, and he saw the owner of this body just now, and he was out of his wits. With one palm, all the martial arts and magic skills in the body were abolished.

Xie Yan absorbed the memory of this body, and found that the owner of the body had the same name as him. He stood up and made the sound of water splashing. Without the cover of clothes and water, his figure was fully displayed, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and fair skin.

Xie Yan walked up to a bronze mirror, looked at the blurred face, and felt that it seemed to be his original face. Although he had doubts in his heart, it was only for a moment.

The place where he is now is a cultivation world, there are immortal cultivators, and naturally there are ordinary people and demon cultivators.

And Xie Yan is now the highest-ranking demon lord in the demon world. If other demon cultivators with different intentions find out that his magic skills are exhausted, he may snatch the position of the demon lord and cause civil strife.

As a matter of urgency, he must conceal his lack of magic skills, but the only person who knows about this matter is that man. Although Xie Yan only had time to see his back, he thought, if he sees him again Once, he would also recognize that person and avenge today.

Putting on a red dress, with a blood-red token hanging around his waist, and three thousand hairs hanging behind his head, Xie Yan opened a hidden compartment on the bed and took out a book, on which was written the words "Double Cultivation Technique". The four characters made him frown.

He saw in the original body's memory that he hid a secret book that allows people to fast-forward their skills, but he didn't expect it to be double cultivation.

Xie Yan turned to the first page, looking at the people in the book, their dual cultivation postures, I felt so familiar, but after a while, I couldn't remember, so I could only shake my head, maybe it was the original body's own memory, and said indefinite.

It's just that I'm afraid I won't be able to practice this exercise, so Xie Yan dismissed the idea of ​​finding someone to practice both.

Three months have passed, and everyone in the human cultivation world is amazed. It has been three months, and the arrogant and domineering devil doesn't seem to come out to kill people, which really surprised them a lot.

How did they know that the big devil in their mouth was rolling all over the floor, and the inner alchemy was constantly hitting his body.

Waiting for the pain to disappear, Xie Yan's back was completely wet, but the suffering he suffered today was not in vain, after three months of non-stop sleep, his magic skills have now recovered by [-]%.

This is also Xie Yan's daring to go out today. I heard that today is the first time Xiu Jianzong accepts apprentices in 30 years, so he came here to find trouble.

Xiujianzong is located on a high peak in the south. If ordinary people want to go up, they have to walk for more than a month, and they may not be able to go there.

The Sword Cultivation Sect lives up to its name, the people in the sect are mainly practicing swordsmanship, and they are divided into three factions, one is the head of the sect, and the other two are the two senior brothers of the head of the sect.

It's just that in the past three months, Xie Yan has already found out who the person who took the original body's life that day was none other than Ji Juechen, the senior master of the Sword Cultivation Sect.

There was a rumbling sound in the distance, it was the sound of Xiujianzong's mountain gate opening. Xie Yan stood on a small mountain with his hands behind his back, looked at the twenty people below, and frowned slightly. Among those people, I saw a young man with a gentle appearance like jade, with the word "male lead" on his head.

What's going on here?

A disciple of Xiujianzong came out, told them a few words in a cold voice, and led them in.

Xie Yan took his breath away and followed in quietly, but after entering, he saw three palaces in different locations, each with the name of his own faction hanging on them.

He really wanted to see what the so-called male lead meant, but he followed him all the way until after three days, the male lead passed through many trials and came to the master's palace.

The master Fang Weichen sat at the top of the main hall, next to him was his brother Lin Feichen, and the other seat was vacant.

Fang Weichen looked at the male protagonist and knocked on the fan in satisfaction. He looked like a fairy, but he looked very young, and he was only 27 or [-] years old.

His voice was cold, with a trace of tenderness, "What's your name?"

When the male lead heard that he was asking him, he raised his head and looked at him meekly, "Return to the master, my name is Cheng Xingtian."

"Cheng Xingtian..." The headmaster said softly before continuing, "You are willing to be my apprentice."

As soon as his words came out, everyone looked at him with envious eyes. It's a good fate. He was taken by the head of the sect as soon as he came. If this is done, he will be a proper disciple of the inner sect.

Under everyone's envious and jealous eyes, they never expected that Cheng Xingtian would say, "I don't want to go back to the head master, although it's good to be the head master's disciple, but my original intention is to come up to Ji Zun.

"Oh..." Fang Weichen was not offended by his ignorant words, but looked at him with admiration and smiled, "It's a pity that my senior brother never accepts apprentices."

The young man in front of him is also a good seed. Fang Weichen didn't want to miss it at first, but when he heard that he wanted to join his senior brother's sect, although he was less concerned about accepting him, he was more optimistic about him.

Not arrogant or impetuous, not forgetting one's true heart, if other people were told that they could be his apprentices, they would forget what the purpose of coming here was in the first place.

In the past, there were also some who came for his senior brother, but at the last moment, who didn't take the initiative to give up the purpose of telling himself.

Cheng Xingtian looked at Fang Weichen with firm eyes, as if he wanted to tell him that he would never give up the idea of ​​worshiping Ji Juechen as his teacher until the last moment.

Lin Feichen, who was watching the excitement, held a gourd bottle filled with wine in his hand, and drank it on his own. He looked at this young man who wanted to worship their senior brother as his teacher with a smile in his eyes. His eyes were cloudy, which made people see It's unclear what he was thinking.

Cheng Xingtian's stubbornness moved Fang Weichen, and he sent someone to invite Ji Juechen to come over. When they waited for a long time, thinking that the person would not come, a cold voice came out.

"When did a mouse sneak into Zongli, didn't you even notice it?"

Dressed in white clothes, the cold aura on his body was set off like fireworks isolated from the world. He was lonely and proud, with three thousand white hair tied behind his head with only a hair tie.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, everyone felt a cool breath wafting from the tip of their noses, which made people feel a little cold.

"Brother, what do you mean?" Fang Weichen immediately stood up and asked with a frown.

Lin Feichen who was drinking at the side looked thoughtfully at the top of the main hall, and took another sip of wine with a half-smile.

Their junior brother is good at everything, but his vigilance is not high enough.

Xie Yan felt that the person was looking in his direction just now, and what Ji Juechen said was himself?However, comparing himself to a mouse greatly reduced his impression of him.

Before he could finish thinking, although Ji Juechen walked to his seat and sat down, a sword aura popped out from his fingertips and swept towards Xie Yan.

Xie Yan came to his senses, and immediately jumped down, clamping the thin sword formed by the sword gas between two fingers, exerting a little force, it disappeared in an instant.

With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Ji Juechen with strong provocation, Xie Yan took out the weapon cultivated by his original body, and flung it at him, using a little bit of internal strength, even the coffee table that was used as a display. He split it in half.

Ji Juechen sat there indifferently and coldly, slowly looking at Xie Yan with a pair of deep eyes, the eyes were extremely cold, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Xie Yan withdrew his soul, and stared back fearlessly, although he was also very surprised in his heart, Mingming Ji Juechen's cultivation level was much higher than his own, yet he dared to act recklessly in front of him so unscrupulously.

[The author has something to say]: This world suffers from amnesia in the front, but it will be remembered in the middle