After the battle between gods and demons, whether it was the immortal monks of Shenque or the demons in the demon world, they withered and fell, and the leader of the Zhuo clan was a more than 300-year-old elder in the god transformation period, and he was already an extremely powerful existence in today's cultivation realm, so the Qinghua Immortal Sect would be so relieved to hand over the matter of guarding the demon venerable to the Zhuo clan. [No pop-ups. 】

However, when the Zhuo clan almost did their best to come to the girl's aid, they still didn't cause any trouble to Zhuo Junchen.

After all, Zhuo Junchen is also a monk in the Mahayana period now, even if there are ten Zhuo clan patriarchs, he may not be able to call him anything. However, at this time, Zhuo Junchen had a heart and covered his face with a layer of black mist, who knows if this Zhuo clan patriarch had followed Shenque Da Neng in the past, if he had seen the true face of the micro-shengming, the trouble would be greater than being mistaken for the micro-shengming.

After wrestling with the people of the Zhuo clan for a while, Zhuo Junchen found a flaw and fled, these people are from the same source as him, although they have no friendship, there is no need to make enemies.

After Zhuo Junchen disappeared without a trace, the people of the Zhuo clan were naturally busy again. The patriarch divided the people into several teams to search, and he took a group of people to the Demon Suppression Cave to check, and after confirming that the seal was not broken, he sent a message to the Qinghua Immortal Gate.

When she met a man who was suspected of being a micro-life, the girl in yellow naturally didn't dare to hide anything about herself, and the original local fathers and brothers shook it clean, but when her brother took someone to Weiming Lake to find the man who was suspected of having a lifelong agreement with her sister, there was no trace of anyone by the lake.

At this time, the sweetheart of the woman in yellow was hanging upside down on a tree by Zhuo Junchen, watching Zhuo Junchen slowly raise the fire and roast a rabbit that he caught casually.

The rabbit was skinned and bloodied, stuffed with herbs and smeared with juice, and then leaned on by the flames to a golden oil, and the aroma was so fragrant that it made people's index fingers move. Zhuo Junchen turned over the rabbit with all his heart, but his eyes looked at the micro-sheng who was detained by him from the lake.

When he went to unlock the seal of the Demon Suppression Cave with Qu Ayasha, Zhuo Junchen did not see the appearance of his true body because of the awakening of his own bloodline and the attack on the divine consciousness of the remnant soul of the micro-life, and now he can be regarded as really meeting his biological father.

Compared to disguise, Wei Shengming is naturally much more thoughtful than him, his face is only five points similar to Zhuo Junchen, a pair of bloody eyes were turned black by his magic, so his handsome face is a little less evil, plus he deliberately restrained a little bit of his own temperament, and put on a disciple uniform of Qinghua Xianmen, it really looks like a decent disciple.

The patriarch of the Zhuo clan is now one of the best masters, and the daughter raised is naturally above the top, and it is impossible for any cat or dog to be able to see it. But after all, their clan is attached to the Qinghua Immortal Sect, and the practice of pretending to be a disciple of the Qinghua Immortal Sect can be regarded as insidious, and the calculation of people's hearts can be calculated as ten out of ten, which makes Zhuo Junchen extremely disdainful.

Weisheng Shenbi hung upside down, but he didn't have any gaffes, but he crossed his arms gracefully, looked at Zhuo Junchen roasted rabbits and said, "Dao friendly craftsmanship, rabbits can be roasted so fragrant." ”

Zhuo Junchen glanced at him and said casually, "Want to eat?" With your present virtue, there is no blessing to bear. "It took decades for the micro-life to escape such a wisp of demon soul from the formation, and it was extremely difficult to get a useless body for himself, so naturally he would not find a way to make this body so fine. Speaking of which, I really haven't eaten in years.

"You're from the demons?" Wei Sheng couldn't figure out where the young man in front of him came from, but he was shocked when he met his blood-colored eyes for the first time.

Zhuo Junchen glanced at him, and said in his heart, I am the container of divine consciousness created by your mind, unlucky son. I don't know if Wei Shengming would be surprised if he heard this.

"What do you think?" Zhuo Junchen asked.

Wei Sheng smiled, his narrow eyes narrowed, but he didn't see the slightest smile reaching the bottom of his eyes: "I think, you should want to come to save me." ”

Zhuo Junchen said unhurriedly: "But it seems that Your Excellency Demon Venerable does not need me to save you. Aimed at a simple girl, trying to give birth to a child in the womb, and then reborn. I have to say that it is a good plan, but the tiger poison does not eat children, and the mind of the Demon Venerable is really vicious. ”

The smile on Wei Sheng's face froze instantly, his seduction of the woman in yellow was obviously nothing to argue, but even he wanted to be reborn, what was the identity of the person in front of him?

"Although the two worlds of gods and demons have the art of soul searching, the art of mind reading has never been nothing more than a rumor among mortals. Seeing Taoist friends today, I actually have some faith in this nonsense. Zhuo Junchen didn't expect that such a selfish idea, Wei Shengming actually admitted it to him frankly, it was really shameless.

Throwing the branch that picked up the fire in his hand into the fire, Zhuo Junchen said: "I plan to release you from the Demon Suppression Cave, except that you need to occasionally make trouble for the Qinghua Immortal Sect, without the slightest request, are you willing to exchange?" ”

Wei Shengming raised his eyebrows and said, "Release me and let me go to the enemy myself, heh, there are still such good things in this world." ”

Zhuo Junchen took the rabbit off the fire, just waiting for Wei Shengming to answer, as for the result, he didn't have to think much to know that it would be as he wished. How could a person like Wei Shengming, who would not give up in order to achieve his goal, give up an opportunity that seemed so tempting.

"Then I will bother Your Excellency, and when this seat comes out, I will definitely stir up a bloody storm in Shenque, and Bao Jun is satisfied." Wei Sheng Ming smiled.

Zhuo Junchen snorted, and with a wave of his hand, he released a burst of energy, cutting off the branch that was tied to the micro-life. A harrier rolled over and landed steadily, looking down at the branches that had fallen to the ground, and the incision was smooth. He believed Zhuo Junchen's words in his heart.

When Weisheng Ming was suppressed under the Demon Suppression Cave, his cultivation was already at the peak of Mahayana and was almost tribulated. But the strength of today's remnant soul is at most no more than the depth of the early stage of the transformation of gods, and Zhuo Junchen doesn't have to lie to him.

Wei Shengming spontaneously sat beside Zhuo Junchen, looked at the roast rabbit that was thrown aside by Zhuo Junchen with a vague gaze, and asked, "After talking about it for so long, you haven't asked your name and surname?" ”

"Zhuo Junchen." Naturally, he didn't have to hide anything, even Zhuo Junchen of the reincarnation realm should have been born a few years later, and it was impossible for Wei Shengming to think of a name for his cheap son so early.

Wei Shengming's tone was slightly raised: "Your surname is Zhuo?" Of course, he didn't think about Zhuo Junchen to his son. Originally, when he saw Zhuo Junchen's red eyes, he thought that Zhuo Junchen was the same as him, a monster conceived by the Netherworld, but now it seems that he is more like a member of the Zhuo clan who has fallen into the devil's path.

Zhuo Junchen glanced at him coldly, with a warning in his eyes: "Since you already have the opportunity to leave the Demon Suppression Cave, stay well, if I find out that you are going to provoke the daughter of the patriarch of the Zhuo clan again, see that I don't break your legs." ”

"Ha," Wei Shengming chuckled lightly, stretched his hands and feet, "I'm an insignificant person, so naturally I won't ruin my future for her." Hearing Zhuo Junchen's words, Wei Shengming was a little more convinced of the identity of his Zhuo clan, but he didn't know what he had to do with the daughter of the patriarch of the Zhuo clan, and after he got out of the Demon Suppression Cave, he would be able to operate for a while.

Zhuo Junchen didn't notice Wei Shengming's thoughts, but when he heard the words "irrelevant", he couldn't help but wonder if he wanted to take advantage of the fact that Wei Shengming's divine consciousness had not yet returned to its place, and then beat him up first.

"Brother Zhuo, this roast rabbit, you shouldn't plan to enjoy it exclusively, right?" Wei Sheng asked with an eyebrow raised at him and smiled. Originally, he was not completely sure that he would be able to get out of the Demon Suppression Cave, but now he doesn't have to be stingy with one or two points of magic power. As long as Zhuo Junchen can help him by a point or two, he is confident that he can escape from the Demon Suppression Cave. This kind of self-confidence that has no reason is his arrogance as a Demon Venerable.

Zhuo Junchen: "...... I'm not as old as you. "Being called a brother by his biological father, he is probably the first person in Shenque.

The micro-living soul is as good as the stream: "So...... Brother Zhuo? ”

Zhuo Junchen threw the rabbit on Wei Shengming's face: "You call me Zhuo Junchen." ”

Wei Shengming caught the rabbit steadily, picked up the dagger that Zhuo Junchen had inserted on the ground from the side of the fire, roasted the roasting blade on the fire at will, and then cut a piece of rabbit meat to eat.

"How does it taste?" Zhuo Junchen rarely looked at Wei Shengming, this was the first time he roasted a rabbit, and when he went out in the past, Shen Hanfeng would take care of it for him. As for when he and Mu Zisu went all the way, Mu Zisu was even more of a good player, and Mu Zisu told him how to cook rabbits.

Wei Shengming glanced at him, and spat out a piece of half-cooked rabbit meat with an expressionless face. This meat looks fresh and tender, but it has the same virtue as his current shell, and it is useless.

Zhuo Junchen broke the seal of the Demon Suppression Cave before the Qinghua Immortal Sect sent people, and his blood was useful for the stone buttons of the Demon Suppression Cave at the beginning, and it was naturally just as useful in the realm of reincarnation.

The Demon Venerable fled, and the news was quickly passed to the ears of the Seven Great Immortal Sects, causing an uproar for a while. Although this Demon Suppression Cave is the handiwork of a group of powerful people from Shenque, after all, it is under the care of Qinghua Immortal Gate, so they have this responsibility. For a while, reproaches from all sides followed, making the current head of Qinghua Xianmen, Fuxian, anxious.

However, Zhuo Junchen, who had a problem for the people of Shenque, was not moved at all, but returned to Suiyang City after rescuing the micro-shengying and ensuring that the Zhuo clan was safe.

In the past few days since he left, he happened to miss the birthday banquet of the head of the Shen family, and many guests who went to the banquet left, and the entire Suiyang City was empty.

When Zhuo Junchen came, he happened to meet Shen Hanfeng to learn from others, and the Frost Burning Sword carried the cold air of the forest, and the dance was full of wind and water. Huo Hagi held it aside and cheered for the young master on his face, but the group of people watching next to him didn't look so good-looking.

It was not someone else who was learning from Shen Hanfeng, it was his eldest brother, Shen Hansong.

As soon as the Frost Burning Sword turned, several sword qi struck Shen Hansong one after another, and Shen Hansong was finally defeated after resisting three sword qi in succession.

Shen Hanfeng withdrew his sword qi with his backhand, and stated the result with a flat expression: "Big brother, you lost." ”

Shen Hansong's forehead was full of sweat, and Shen Hanfeng, who still had a weak expression, was even more impressive. A hint of gloom flashed in his eyes, but he still tried his best to show a smile and said: "The fourth brother is worthy of being a disciple of Fuxian Immortal, and his swordsmanship is really superb. ”

Shen Hanfeng said modestly: "My swordsmanship is not good, not as good as my master, in case, the eldest brother praised it." ”

It was just a modest remark, but it made the smile on Shen Hansong's face stiffen a little. Zhuo Junchen was hidden in the dark, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise a little, Shen Hanfeng thought that his swordsmanship was not good, but he could make Shen Hansong lose without any face, how could he make Shen Hansong swallow this breath.

Shen Hanfeng frowned, as if he also saw Shen Hansong's displeasure, but he opened his mouth and swallowed back when he wanted to say something. Shen Hansong had no intention of talking to him again, so he said a few words casually and left with a group of people.

After they left, Huo Hao changed his face and asked Shen Hanfeng, "Why can't you speak so much?" Your mother gave you a mouth, she wouldn't just let you eat it, would she? ”

Shen Hanfeng pursed his lips, but did not refute Huo Hao's words.

Huo Hao looked at Shen Hanfeng with some doubts, if ordinary people heard this, even if they were not furious, they should refute a few words, but they did not say a word like Shen Hanfeng, as if they were acquiescing. Huo Hao pulled him and asked, "Shen Hanfeng, between you senior brothers, you won't always stop talking, right?" ”

Shen Hanfeng held back for a long time before he said, "Shizun doesn't like me to talk too much. After speaking, he ignored Huo Hagi and walked to his room with his sword.

Huo Hao looked at his back, and couldn't tell what he felt in his heart for a while, and in the eyes of others, the four young people of the Shen family, who had no two beautiful scenery and a bright future, seemed to be very different from the pride of the sky he guessed.

Huo Hao wanted to follow, but his legs seemed to be crushed by a thousand pounds of boulders, and he couldn't lift them. His heart suddenly sank, although Shen Hanfeng had not spoken much these days, he had never felt sorry for him, making him forget that Shen Hanfeng still had a powerful blessing above the god transformation stage behind him. Shen Hanfeng didn't care about what he said just now, but that person might not be as open-minded as Shen Hanfeng......

Zhuo Junchen was hidden in the dark, and the look on Shen Hanfeng's face couldn't be seen by others, so how could he not see it. His nominal ancestor Fuxian may not be as stern but fair as Shen Hanfeng described at the beginning. Zhuo Junchen couldn't help but wonder in his heart, he thought it was Si Yun who led the matter, whether Fuxian was kept in the dark or someone in the know.

As for what he did to Huo Hao, he just didn't like others to get too close to his master, and he didn't have as many twists and turns as Huo Hao thought.

"Heh, you didn't let me touch the Zhuo clan, I thought you were loving the daughter of the patriarch. Now it seems that you don't like this Shen Hanfeng, right? The voice of Wei Shengming suddenly pulled Zhuo Junchen out of his mind. At some point, a micro-immortal who was also dressed in black appeared beside him, but compared to Zhuo Junchen's plain black, the flaming red magic patterns on his clothes were swaggering.

Zhuo Junchen glanced at him coldly, Wei Shengming's appearance was not much different from that of his body, but the color of his eyes did not need to be concealed now.

"Now that your realm has fallen to the stage of transforming into a god, although it is at its peak, there are still a few people in the Shenque who can threaten you." The implication of Zhuo Junchen's words was why he didn't go back to the Demon Realm with his tail between his legs and came here to disturb him.

Wei Shengming waved his sleeves and said, "In this way, wouldn't it be safer to stay by your side." Now he can be sure that Zhuo Junchen's cultivation must be above the Mahayana period.

Seeing that Zhuo Junchen ignored him, Wei Shengming asked again: "Why, the beauty in my heart is struggling to get close to no way?" ”

Zhuo Junchen's brows moved, but he still didn't answer.

Wei Shengming continued: "I have a method, do you want to try it?" ”

Zhuo Junchen endured it, he didn't want to pay attention to the micro-shengming, but he still asked sideways: "What way?" ”

Wei Shengming smiled very treacherously: "You will know when the time comes." ”

The next day, Shen Hanfeng got up early to practice swordsmanship, and he stayed in the Shen family for these days, except for giving his parents morning and dusk to calm down, he did not relax in his cultivation at all. All of a sudden, the cultivation style of the entire Shen family prevailed a lot.

It's just that when he passed by the ginkgo tree planted in the backyard of the Shen family, he had a strange feeling in his heart, as if something was peeking at him. This feeling made Shen Hanfeng can't help but stop.

It was late autumn, and the ginkgo trees in the backyard were old and thriving, and the golden fan-shaped leaves covered the entire tree from the treetops. Shen Hanfeng walked in a few minutes and heard the sound of rustling under the leaves of the ginkgo tree, as if there was something hidden underneath.

A black shadow suddenly came out from under the tree and went straight to Shen Hanfeng. Shen Hanfeng subconsciously took two steps back, but he couldn't avoid the black shadow, only to feel a sinking in front of him, and couldn't help but reach out and grab the soft thing in his arms.

When he saw it clearly, he found that he was holding a pitch-black hair ball in his arms. The black cat with a pair of red eyes looked up at him, and then rubbed it on his chest as if to flatter.

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