On the night Yuan Fengqing woke up, General Baizu held a banquet. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The banquet that was supposed to be full of laughter and staggered planning was a little dull because of a great battle just now, there was neither silk and bamboo wind music, nor singers and dancers, only the hundred-footed general and the five elders attended, indicating the welcome to the three of Yuan Fengqing, and at the same time celebrating her victory over the beast god and the feat of leaving the beast clan leaderless and so on.

Feeling the dull atmosphere in the banquet, General Baizu's gaze swept over everyone present, and he raised his bronze wine glass to Yuan Fengqing and asked with a smile, "Yuan Daoyou, dare to ask, how old are you this year?" ”

"The general is polite, everything must be said to people, Feng Qing is over eighty years old this year." Yuan Fengqing raised his glass and replied with a smile, it is not a lie, counting the sixty years of living in the fairy realm, it is almost eighty years old, but it attracted a gasp of cold air from the audience, and an elder at the banquet said, "Yuan Daoyou is only in his eighties to reach the realm of the late Yuan Infant stage, and he can actually cross the level challenge and kill the beast god, this qualification is too rebellious!" ”

"Yes, yes, it's incredible."

"Yuandaoyou is really a genius......."

Listening to the voices of admiration one after another, the corners of the lips of the blood painting, who had been silently tasting the wine, seemed to be very honored, but it made Yuan Fengqing speechless, and he could only be modest for a long time, which was really embarrassing.

Fortunately, Yue Xiao saw her helplessness, and took the initiative to raise her glass to General Baizu, and changed the topic, "General, I heard that the demon lord only migrated to this forest more than 2,000 years ago, and most of the time he is in retreat, I don't know what kind of temperament this person is, what kind of temperament, and how he cultivates, so that we can have a bottom in our hearts." In case the demons attack on a large scale, and the demon lord personally comes out to fight, we can also know ourselves and the enemy, so as not to fall behind. ”

"That's right," General Hundredfoot nodded in agreement, and said after drinking with him, "We have never met that demon lord, he is very mysterious, more than two thousand years ago, he was regarded as a demon lord by them after defeating several high-level demon cultivators in the forest with his powerful magic skills. But then he was in retreat for many years and rarely came out, and most of the time it was the guy from Zhengsu who took care of it. This person's character is extremely poor, relying on the wisdom of the demon lord when he first came, and he took care of him, so he faked the tiger's might, but in fact, it was all for his own selfishness, in fact, he was not obeyed by the demon cultivators, and he didn't dare to rebel because of the strength of the demon lord. ”

An elder next to him interjected, "I once searched for the soul of a mid-level demon cultivator, but his understanding of the demon lord is also very limited, I only know that all his strength is because he practiced a special evil demon skill when he was young, although the demon skill is extremely powerful, but it will also damage his own meridians, and after a long time, the damage to the demon lord's body has become more and more serious, and he has been in retreat for a long time in order to solve this trouble, but he has never thought of a better solution." And as his condition deteriorated, his temper became more and more eccentric and irritable, and anyone who provoked her would be directly killed, which made the demon cultivators more and more taboo and did not dare to disobey Zhengsu. ”

Yuan Fengqing's heart moved, and he suddenly felt that the situation that this elder said was a little familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't help but think of the demon boy he met last night when his soul left his body and cultivated under the moonlight, his situation seemed to be similar to that of the demon lord, could it be that he was the demon lord who had not been born for a long time?

But then I thought about it, maybe it's just a coincidence, that young man doesn't look old, although when the cultivation reaches a certain level, the age will be reversed, but the demon lord has been with powerful magic skills more than 2,000 years ago, presumably at least hundreds of years old or even thousands of years old, the demon lord of more than 3,000 years old shouldn't be just a teenager, right? Second, there were too many people suffering from a serious disease, and she couldn't link that young man to the demon lord based on this condition alone.

With a slight sinking mind, Yuan Fengqing couldn't help but think of the evil disease on the young man's body, as a doctor, he naturally had a special interest in this incurable disease, as for whether the other party was a demon or a demon, it was not within her scope of consideration.

But the young man's problem could not be solved by simple medical skills, except for using more complicated acupuncture techniques to reorganize his meridians, Yuan Fengqing actually had no other way to help him channel the surging demonic qi in the dantian, unless he was willing to disperse his own cultivation and expel the power that he could not control from his body, but that was almost impossible. Because expelling all the demonic qi means that he will recover from a high-level demonic cultivator to an ordinary person, it is not as good as dying.

Thinking of this, Yuan Fengqing couldn't help but feel a little anxious, after all, as a doctor, she couldn't solve the pain of her patients, how could she feel at ease? I couldn't help but pick up the wine glass on the table and drank it one by one.

Although the wine of the demon clan is fruit wine, it tastes delicious but has great stamina, and it didn't take long for her to start dizzy, her whole body was hot, and she knew that she was drunk, and when she staggered up and wanted to say goodbye, her heels suddenly softened, and she unconsciously fell to the ground.

Seeing that Yuan Fengqing, who was drunk and blushing, was about to fall to the ground, the blood painting beside her swept her into his arms, and when his brows frowned slightly, he had already hugged her and hurried away.

Everyone present couldn't help but be stunned, and Yue Xiao, who reacted, said with a smile, "Brother Blood Painting is the most nervous, I'm really sorry to have time to say to you in the future, come on, Yue Xiao toasts you with a glass and apologizes." ”

General Baizu has also known that the character of the blood painting is extremely strange these days, although he has never seen him make a move, but he can feel that the restrained aura on his body is extremely majestic, coupled with his unparalleled bearing and natural arrogant aura, people do not doubt his ability at all, naturally no one wants to provoke easily.

Hearing this, the Baizu General also raised his glass and smiled, "It's okay, the blood Dao friends have deep feelings with the same fate, which really makes us envious, come, let's continue to drink, don't get drunk and don't return." ”

"Good!" Yue Xiao also smiled, but the corners of his eyes swept over several other elders, feeling the unkindness in their eyes, knowing that they had long been very dissatisfied with the loneliness and arrogance of the blood painting, but the blood painting didn't care, and he could only keep an eye on himself, after all, the open gun is easy to dodge, and the hidden arrow is difficult to prevent, they are still living in the territory of the demon clan, and it is still unknown whether there are other dangers here, and it is of course best to avoid the conflict with the demon clan as much as possible, and there is really nothing he can do to resolve it.

Let's say that Yuan Fengqing was carried by the blood painting in a daze and walked towards the room, only to feel hot and dry, and the sweat couldn't stop slipping. The extreme discomfort made her feel depressed, and before she knew it, she was moved again, and fell into the woods.

Breaking free from the constraints of her body, she only felt refreshed, and all discomfort was eliminated.

Raising her head, she looked at the small houses that were faintly visible in the dense foliage above her head, one by one, and couldn't count how long they were, thinking of Fang Cai's wine banquet, and feeling boring tight, she didn't restrain her behavior, and let her spirit sway, gradually getting farther and farther away from the territory of the demon clan, so far that she couldn't figure out where she went, but let herself gradually fall into the vast white mist, and all around her was only the towering ancient trees and the green vines swaying in the wind.