Demon God Palace.

Walk into this strange place built by manpower, the mountains are in the clouds, the verdant green, the rows of scattered palaces, it seems that it is not big, but it is very exquisite, the pavilions and pavilions, the small bridge and flowing water, there are many people inside, it looks quite lively, if it is not for the demon god palace is located here, maybe I think it is an ordinary city. The people who live here behave in a similar way to the Central Plains, absorbing the culture of the steppe and forming their own unique habits.

Walking inside, many residents looked at the strange young man and did not feel anything wrong, they seemed to be used to having strangers coming and going. After all, the Demon God Palace is not only unique in terms of martial arts, but also runs its own business.

At this time.

On the top of the mountain, the main palace of the Demon God Palace, the Demon God Temple.

A chair made of sterling silver hangs high above, and this chair is not carved with a dragon, but a strange and ferocious beast, a rare thing in the world. This chair symbolizes power and glory, and only the true owner of the Demon God Palace can sit on it.

On either side below, there are two rows of seats facing each other, and no one has yet sat on the seats, but the curling smoke of tea has risen, apparently waiting for some people to arrive.

Outside the Demon God Temple, on the corridor, two men walked side by side, seemingly unhappy, but one step at a time, obviously with profound internal strength.

"Yingqiu, you can know what the palace master summoned this time. Before he really entered the solemn hall, a man in a Confucian shirt whispered to the middle-aged man next to him.

There was no smile on the face of the man in the Confucian shirt, and there was even a little heavy on his face: "You, Yingfeng always practices in retreat, and the news is extremely closed, and when the palace master returns, he has already ordered someone to spread the word." It's just that the content of the message is a little unacceptable, in fact, it's not just me, it's said that many old guys have come here today, and in my opinion, which one is not forcibly suppressing anger. ”

"Oh, this is interesting, I only found out when the palace master passed the word, but it seems that I want to bring an outsider into the holy land and visit the holy monument. Yingfeng nodded, and then said: "What do I say? No wonder these guys who are rarely seen on weekdays are in a hurry like burning their butts, it turns out that they are for this kind of business." ”

"Ha, you're not in charge of yourself. Ying Qiu, who was dressed in a Confucian shirt, was amused by the manly spirit in front of him, and said: "After all, this matter is related to the core inheritance of the Demon God Palace, it is better to be cautious, I don't need to say more about what you should do then." ”

"I know. Ying Feng suddenly sighed and looked out: "Since the old palace master left, the entire Demon God Palace has changed, and it has become more and more difficult for people to stay. ”

"It's hard to return, in fact, the old palace master doesn't know, it's just that the destiny is not up to anyone, and the old palace master hasn't freed up his hands to rectify those guys. Yingqiu, who was dressed in a Confucian shirt, let out a depressed breath: "It's just that the palace master has suffered, and it is difficult to convince the public soon after taking office, so that those old guys can act recklessly." ”

While the two were talking, they were not far from the door of the Demon God Temple, so they didn't continue to talk. The two of them crossed the threshold, walked in, chose a chair to sit down, closed their eyes and waited.

Soon after, one after another, people came, as the man in the Confucian shirt had said, and their faces were not very good-looking, and they all sat down one after another, waiting for the arrival of the real master. The kung fu of a cup of tea passed in a blink of an eye, and the chair seemed to be full of people sitting down, including men and women, old and young, and their breaths stirred each other, all of whom were top masters without exception. It's just that the atmosphere here is not too good, and even dignified, there is a kind of precursor to the coming storm.

And at this moment, a light footstep came, and immediately, a slender figure appeared outside the door. The person who came was dressed in an indigo power suit, wearing a jade crown, a long black hair shawl, indigo shoes on his feet, his eyes were calm, and his face was almost demonic. This person is the master of the Demon God Palace, the twenty-seventh generation of the palace master Demon God Kong. Behind him was an old man in a gray robe, and it was the old man who didn't say a word.

"Palace Master!"

"Palace Master!"

“--！”

“--！”

Seeing the arrival of the true master, these people sitting on the chairs stood up one after another and saluted as a sign of respect. It wasn't until Youjinku walked up and sat down on the silver chair above them that they sat back in their chairs.

Sitting on the chair, the Demon God Palace, whose body was still straight, didn't talk nonsense, and asked straight to the point: "The message sent by this palace to you the day before yesterday, I think you have all received it, I don't know what you think." ”

As soon as the words fell, someone couldn't help but raise their voices against it, saying: "It's ridiculous, this kind of ridiculous demand, when we are idiots, it is absolutely impossible to agree." ”

"No, the Demon God Monument is a sacred relic inherited from our Demon God Palace, how can it be said that you can borrow it. A man in a long shirt was the first to speak, and his words were extremely fierce.

"That's right, besides, this person is a public enemy of martial arts, and if we take this person in, it won't take long to hide it, and the news will leak, and then it will only put the Demon God Palace in danger. Immediately afterwards, another old man also spoke out against it.

"Hmph, it's a fool's dream for an outsider to want to comprehend the Holy Monument, only the best disciples of our peripheral clan can participate in enlightenment, and even need to go through nine deaths and a lifetime, and there are even fewer core disciples in the clan who can participate in enlightenment. Why should a person who has nothing to do with the Demon God Palace be able to comprehend as soon as he comes, this kind of precedent is too unacceptable!" A middle-aged man with a deep scar on his face suddenly showed a look of anger on his face, and his strong aura burst out of his body, and he glanced at the person above and said coldly: "The palace master will inevitably make it difficult to convince the people by doing this, and this move will make the people feel even more chilled. ”

The sharp words pierced the hearts of everyone present like a knife, making everyone present change color, and this sentence was not only said to others, but also alluded to the person above. This kind of talk is quite contradictory, and it is not allowed in the Demon God Palace, which has strict rules. But anyone with a discerning eye knows that this kind of talk certainly represents not just one person, but the majority, just looking for someone to say it.

"Presumptuous, Ying Lei's attention, the palace master did this, nothing more than to use the magic sword Zhang Kaifeng to resolve the trend of the Beiyuan Nangong family's step-by-step approach, this is a win-win good thing, why oppose. A younger man let out a deep sigh, his sharp eyes shining at the scarred man.

"Crisis? What is the crisis, the Beiyuan Nangong family just wants to do business with our Demon God Palace, can they use such a teacher to mobilize the public?" an old woman retorted: "The Nangong family has already taken the initiative to show goodwill, why do we need to make such a vigilant posture and set up a powerful enemy in vain." ”

"Don't you even have a sense of distress? Thinking about how the Nangong family rose on the grassland in the first place, you must have not forgotten it. First in business, then in annexation. The gray-haired middle-aged man shouted coldly: "Now that the Nangong family has become the number one opponent of the Demon God Palace, their strength has skyrocketed over the years, and they are faintly pressing us, and they are no longer vigilant and waiting for them to annex us." ”

"Fallacy, we don't know how many catties and taels the Nangong family has, even if we are hard, are we afraid of them? One of them objected.

"Fatty, they can be the best camouflaged sheep on the prairie, and you'll be dizzy when they really show their fangs. ”

The quarrel became more and more intense, and a group of old men in their old age were rolling up their sleeves, blowing their beards and glaring, and spitting everywhere, as if they were about to fight.

A few people in front of him spoke out against it, and then some people involved in their own interests, of course, could not turn a blind eye and quarreled with them.

The demon god sitting on it was silent, holding a book in his hand, looking at it with relish, with a posture that he had nothing to do with himself. The old man on the side looked drowsy, and he didn't listen to it at all.

…………

Night.

In a simple thatched house, there is a large bed, a bookshelf, a desk, and pen, ink, paper and inkstones are all good. A candle flame is flickering, Zhang Kaifeng is holding the book, looking at it word by word, chewing the true meaning, and seeing the good sentence, he still picks up the pen and ink and waves.

The sound of turning the pages rang from time to time, and suddenly, the pages stopped for a moment, and then continued to turn. The corner of the mouth of the person who was reading by the candlelight and moonlight suddenly smiled, as if he saw Yan Ruyu in the book, put down the book in his hand, pushed open the door, and walked out.

The moon is thousands of miles, the lotus flowers in this secluded pond are swaying, and a drop of water droplets is more and more crystal clear under the moonlight, like a pearl left in the world. The bright moonlight shines through the window, making the house look more elegant and extraordinary.

Zhang Kaifeng, who was dressed in black, looked at the sparkling lotus flowers in front of him, as if he was happy, rolled up his sleeve robe with his right hand, and swept it forward gently, naturally, if the pond in front of him was not very big, if the wind was blowing, the lotus leaves swayed, and the jade beads on the lotus leaves rolled for a while and fell down, as if the pearls on the jade plate were about to be scattered. When the jade beads were about to fall into the water, I saw Zhang Kaifeng's left hand condensed, his left hand turned into a palm, and the palm turned up, but those jade beads cleverly stopped, and when he raised his hands, there was a slight shaking of lotus leaves, and those water beads slowly floated up with his palms, during which naturally many jade beads fell into the water and disappeared, but there were still a lot of them floating up.

This move seemed to be a light gesture, but it made a heavy breath blow here out of thin air, and then, I saw Zhang Kaifeng's hands loose, and all the water droplets dripped back into the pond.

"Carving insect skills, I'll meet you. Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, and a figure jumped out from the opposite side of the pond, and saw a little under its feet, like a dragonfly touching water, stepping on the lotus flower and coming into the air.

(End of chapter)