Rely on face to eat [Quick Transmigration]

It was only half a year since the last battle in the demon world, Ji Changli had already broken through the state of distraction, and he could be called a great power in cultivation. It was no wonder that the eldest son from the Murong clan, the future heir to the throne, was also so polite to him.

How many people can be found in the whole continent for the power of distraction in his early 20s?It can also be regarded as a practice genius who meets once in a thousand years. If he is lucky, it is impossible to say that he can cultivate the body of a half-immortal, and it is unknown.

The drizzle outside the window is continuous, and the early spring in the south of the Yangtze River is always accompanied by misty rain, which is the most elegant. The light smoke on the green lake makes this land border like a fairyland.

Inside Mingju, several tea customers hurriedly paid for their tea and walked out of the teahouse.

Practitioners live longer than ordinary people, so they know that some excitement can be seen, while others cannot be seen.

Just based on the aura of these four people, it can be seen that they are extraordinary, if they stay, they will inevitably not be affected.

The owner of the teahouse appeared in time, and said with a smile: "You guys are all here to drink tea, why hurt your peace, why don't you sit in the private room upstairs, the small shop has top-quality Yunding Xueya, and you can still eat it if you want to come?"

Shen Mian said: "We are not familiar with them, there is no need."

He tugged at the sleeve of the little devil. The little ancestor lost his temper at this moment and stood motionless, but his cold purple pupils were fixed on Ji Changli. The black epee on his back.

Shen Mian couldn't see anything special about that sword, it was too simple, with a black iron body, without any meaningless decorations, not even a scabbard, it was even a bit shabby.Except that the blade is wider and longer, there is nothing worth noting. It can be made by any blacksmith in the world.

But Shen Mian knew that this was the legendary artifact.

The utensils in the world are divided into nine classes: the ninth rank to the seventh rank are mortal utensils; the sixth rank to fourth rank are treasure utensils; the third rank to first rank are spiritual utensils.On top of spiritual weapons, objects that can recognize the master and generate spiritual consciousness can be called immortal weapons.

But no matter how powerful an immortal weapon is, it is not a divine weapon.

The only thing that can be called a divine weapon in the world is the sword cast by the gods and souls that the immortal emperor sacrificed his body to, which can kill immortals and eliminate demons, and open up the world.

As long as the blade is sharp to the extreme, there is no need for any modification, simplifying the complexity and returning to the original.

In the end, the little devil finally saw enough, or in this short period of time, he had some communication with the artifact that was said to have divine consciousness, he finally looked away, and Ken and Shen Mian left.

But how could Ji Changli agree, Shen Jingyu never looked at him directly from the beginning to the end, this humiliated him even more than before.

He called out "brother" in a cold voice.

Shen Mian was slightly taken aback, he was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Shen has been expelled from the sect, and is no longer a disciple of the Haoxuan Immortal Sect, nor can he be regarded as your senior brother."

"It is true that you were expelled from the sect, and it is true that you are no longer a disciple of the Haoxuan Immortal Sect, but you once said," he ignored Murong Ming's astonished gaze, walked up to Shen Mian slowly, and said in a low voice, "You I said, no matter how useless I am, I will always recognize me as my junior."

"..."

This is what Shen Jingyu used to coax Ji Changli, how could he remember it so clearly.

Shen Mian was silent for a moment, still lowered her eyebrows, and said indifferently: "So I said such a thing, I think I was young after all, I didn't know the difficulties of the world, and I didn't know the fickleness of people's hearts."

"People's hearts are changeable?" Ji Changli repeated in a low voice, and the emotions in his dark eyes became extremely deep and complicated. He asked: "Dare to ask, is the 'people's heart' that senior brother said, is it your heart or Changli's heart?" .”

Shen Mian said: "What's the difference between you and me? It's all people in the world. You say that I can't help you, but the word love is difficult to understand. I didn't know anything at the time, and I mistakenly regarded love as love, but you If you take it seriously, you naturally hate me, but I didn't really want to harm you, knowing that something happened to you, I also shed tears for you and regretted it."

He frowned slightly and sighed: "It's good to see you now, I feel very relieved."

Ji Changli said: "Do you think I will still believe your nonsense? If at this point, I am still willing to believe you, those years living under the lonely peak would be worse than death. Wouldn't it be a waste of suffering?"

Shen Mian said: "You don't have to believe me, and I don't need you to believe me. You and I are strangers. I'm just afraid that I will become your demon and hinder your practice, so I say this. If you If you don’t believe it, just pretend you haven’t heard it.”

He frowned slightly, his eyebrows and eyes resembled the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, hazy and fresh, and people couldn't help but feel infinite pity for him.

Murong Ming shouldn't have meddled in Ji Changli's private affairs, so he couldn't help persuading him at this moment: "I think there may be some misunderstanding between you two, you might as well sit down and talk it over, so as not to blame the good people."

Ji Changli laughed mockingly, looked at Shen Mian, and said, "Senior brother, you are always good at deceiving people. Since Murong was younger than the royal family, he was the best at distinguishing between the truth and the false, but you were also deceived. The child beside you is unfathomable." , and how did you get it tricked?"

The little devil was very dissatisfied when he heard the two of them reminiscing about the past, but now seeing Shen Mian being wronged, he was even more displeased.

He looked at Ji Changli, and said in an immature but extremely majestic and solemn voice: "Xiao Yu'er belongs to the deity."

Shen Mian didn't expect him to speak nonsense when he opened his mouth, and didn't know how to explain it for a while.

Ji Changli was displeased when he heard his intimacy, so he frowned and asked, "Why is he yours?"

The little devil kept a straight face, and said very seriously: "What I picked up is my own."

Shen Mian: "..." Have you asked me for my opinion?

Ji Changli and Mozun looked at each other for a moment, but suddenly grasped the black epee behind him, and said, "I still have a relationship with senior brother, and I want to take him back to the sect today, but you have to stop him."

The little devil said: "Different divine realms, dare to provoke this deity."

Shen Mian's face suddenly became serious. Although the little devil is strong and domineering, he has old diseases in his body. Once he uses too much energy, he will suffer a great crime.And this is not the Demon Realm, so he can't recuperate with peace of mind, and it will be even more dangerous if practitioners find his trace.

What's more, Ji Changli has a divine weapon in his hand.

Shen Mian stood in front of him, looked at Ji Changli, and said, "What is the relationship between you and me? Although I have caused you to suffer, but now my cultivation base is completely destroyed, Yuan Dan is completely shattered, and I will eat it." The suffering is not less than yours, dare to ask me what I owe you, Junior Brother? Do you really want me to pay you my life before you give up?"

The owner of the tea house is only a Jindan realm cultivation base, so he has already fled away at this time.

When Murong Ming saw that Ji Changli took out the black epee, he knew that he was really angry, so naturally he didn't dare to persuade him anymore.

Ji Changli looked down at Shen Mian, this person was so beautiful that it was unreal, delicate and fair, with sparkling peach blossom eyes slightly watery, full of puzzlement and anger at this moment, he was finally willing to face him squarely.

Ji Changli pulled his lower lip and said, "Yes, you have repaid my debt to Luoya, but you owe me a debt of love, how do you repay it?"

How to repay the love debt?Who in this world knows how to repay love debts?How to pay off?How is it worth it?This question was originally a question of making things difficult for others. He just wanted to test the strength of the little devil, so he deliberately provoked trouble.

Shen Mian realized this, and naturally refused to let them fight.

"Okay, since you want to settle the matter with me, I will fight with you."

Ji Changli said: "Your Yuan Dan is broken, how can you compete with me?"

"Of course I know that I am no match for Junior Brother. You are probably at the Distraction Realm now, but since Junior Brother wants to vent your anger, I will let you vent your anger. You should be satisfied."

Ji Changli was naturally dissatisfied.How can he be satisfied.The cultivator of the broken Yuandan is only comparable to an ordinary person. How can he attack ordinary humans with his majestic distraction state power.

Shen Mian said: "Since you are willing to bully a child, are you still afraid of bullying a practice trash?"

He didn't know that the word "children" in his mouth had stabbed a certain devil, and before he finished speaking, he was blocked by the little devil, unable to move, and when he was able to move, those two people had disappeared.

Shen Mian hurriedly said to Murong Ming: "Master Murong, please take me to find them. My little ancestor is injured, so I'm afraid it's not easy to fight with others at this time."

Murong Ming admired him secretly, and seeing that he was so anxious, naturally he would not refuse, so he took him to the outside of the teahouse, above the green lake.

Those two people were both dressed in dark black robes. At this time, the misty rain continued, and the light blue mist permeated the lake.

Shen Mian looked from a distance, and saw the two of them, one holding a sword and the other using a palm, the two moves met each other, a gust of wind suddenly rose, the clouds collapsed and the ground cracked, the lake flooded to both banks, pedestrians avoided one after another, practitioners Barriers were formed one after another to protect the surrounding houses and pedestrians.

The blue-purple light burst out, Shen Mian couldn't see the situation clearly, Murong Ming protected him behind him, and only vaguely saw that the two seemed to be at a stalemate for a long time, until the wind and rain stopped, Shen Mian's clothes were completely wet.

Shen Mian was waiting to take a closer look, when suddenly someone grabbed his wrist and took him away.

When Ji Changli arrived, the two had disappeared, his eyes grew cold, but he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"This power is very familiar, it is him."

Murong Ming was stunned, he had never seen Ji Changli suffer such a serious injury, except for that battle in the Demon Realm that changed the color of the world, the Demon Realm Sovereign who couldn't see his face clearly, but was very stalwart, was also a master of Ji Changli. Chang Li beat it like this.

Ji Changli raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his lips, and said, "He's probably also injured, otherwise he wouldn't be in a hurry to run away."

Murong Ming nodded repeatedly, and said: "Brother Jing Yu said that he had an old wound before, and he received your sword again. I'm afraid the injury will not be serious, so I will send someone to find their traces."

Ji Changli knew that he was willing to take the initiative to help him find someone because he had other unsophisticated intentions, so he just sneered and said, "With those people, I can't even find a hair."

After saying that, he lifted the sword and left.

No one knew that the sword was speaking to him at this moment.

"This seat wants you to find that person."

"Who?"

Hei Jian was silent for a long time, and said, "Xiao Yu'er."

Ji Changli gritted his teeth in hatred when he heard that intimate address, and said coldly, "Why are you looking for him?"

But Hei Jian became tougher, and said: "This seat wants you to look for it, so you can look for it."

"I'm not looking for it."

Hei Jiandao: "Of course you don't dare to look for it, you are afraid of being beaten by a child."

Ji Changli sneered, "You should also know that the real body of that 'child' is the master of the Nether Mountains and Rivers, the Lord of the Demon Realm, and I have only lived for more than 20 years, which is different from you old monsters who have lived for tens of thousands of years. "

Hei Jiandao: "Xiao Yu'er has a special physique, it is a sky container, the devil took him, presumably it was reserved for the furnace."

Ji Changli was silent and asked, "Where should I find them?"

"If this seat's guess is correct, they came out of the Demon Realm for the secret realm that Haoxuan Xianzong opened once in a hundred years, and there are many healing things in it."

Ji Changli frowned, "How dare he break into Haoxuan Xianzong alone?"

Hei Jian said: "There is nothing he dare not do."

Ji Changli said: "From your tone, it seems that you are very familiar with Mozun."

"It is indeed familiar."

After only saying this sentence, he refused to say any more, and Ji Changli didn't ask any more questions. His injury didn't allow him to ask any more questions, so he found a secluded place to meditate and adjust his breath.

***

Inside a dense forest, Shen Mian put the little devil's head on her lap. This time, instead of biting off her fingers, she cut open her palm directly, so that the blood would flow faster and continuously drip into the little devil's mouth .

Those purple eyes opened slightly, his lips were already stained bright red by blood, his eyes fell on Shen Mian's bleeding palm, he frowned suddenly, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nature is to heal your wounds, can't it be impossible to watch you die?"

Mozun said: "This deity will not die."

Shen Mian smiled, but said: "Just now you don't look like you won't die, you will regain your energy now, but you have the strength to be tough with me. At least I have cultivated the demon body, so this loss is nothing."

Before he finished speaking, the little devil suddenly grabbed his wrist, and silently recited a formula. The scar on Shen Mian's palm began to heal, and the palm was as tender as ever. When it was completely healed, the little devil still didn't let go.

He looked at the delicate palm, gently caressed it with his fingers, delicate and soft, and said: "I have never seen such a stupid human race like you."

Shen Mian smiled and said, "Little ancestor, is there anyone who thanked the savior like this?"

Mozun was silent for a moment, but asked: "Do you want to see the true appearance of this deity."