Shang Ke and Yan Lu sent Yu Wenjie to Xia Liang City, and after Yu Wenjie used a secret method to inform his fellow doors, several people temporarily found a hotel to settle down.

Yu Wenjie opened three upper rooms, but Yan Lu did not live in his own room, but naturally followed Shang Ke into his room.

"You don't have to open a room for you, why didn't you say it earlier when you opened a room before?" Shang Ke glanced at him.

"What does it matter if he drives his and I live in mine?" Yan Lu sat on the windowsill, took out the storage ring that he had "picked up" during the day, and took out a piece of jade slip from it.

Shang Ke leaned over and asked, "What is this?" ”

"Cultivating the True Exercises." Yan Lu casually handed him the jade slip.

Shang could use his divine sense to check it for a while, and the content in it was almost like a book from heaven to him. The cultivation methods of non-human beings are completely different from those of human beings, they do not have specific cultivation methods, they mainly absorb the essence of heaven and earth, so their cultivation speed is far inferior to that of human beings. Moreover, in order to set a good example for Yan Lu, Shang Ke, who was a demon mushroom, never sucked the essence of living beings, and his cultivation speed was as slow as a snail.

"Can you cultivate?" Shang Ke looked at Yan Lu with shining eyes. Although he couldn't understand it, he also knew that this was the True Path Cultivation Method. Yan Lu lacks nothing now, just a complete set of righteous path exercises.

"Yes."

"Then ...... "Hurry up and cultivate!" The door to the divine realm has been opened for you.

"I don't like it."

"What?" It's still doubtful.

"I don't like this kind of exercise." Yan Lu took out a spirit stone from the storage ring and played with it in his hand, but he didn't care about the jade slip.

"Then what kind of exercises do you like?" Give me a goal, let's go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire to help you get it.

Yan Lu looked at him and said seriously, "You are like this." ”

Shang Ke looked confused: "How am I like this?" ”

"Do whatever you want, the Tao is natural, and absorb the essence of all things." After a pause, he added, "There is also a smell of soggy magic mushrooms." ”

The first sentence is forgotten, but what does the latter sentence mean? What do you mean by "soggy magic mushroom breath"?!

"Mushrooms are born, you can't envy them!" Shang Ke said angrily, "You better honestly choose an exercise that is suitable for normal human cultivation!" ”

"Well, you're right." Yan Lu nodded, "Although I can't be like you, I have my own way. ”

"What's the solution?" Shang Ke was stunned.

"Refining the primordial infants of the cultivators, and taking their power for themselves." Yan Lu's tone of voice was as casual as if he was discussing today's weather.

Shang Ke: "......" This guy's magic is simply natural.

Shang Ke took a deep breath and tried to correct his erroneous cognition: "This is not right, cultivators should pursue the right path and abandon evil thoughts, otherwise they will fall into the devil's path." ”

"What about falling into the Demon Path?" Yan Lu was confused, "Isn't the little mushroom a demon spirit?" ”

Shang Ke was speechless. This is a bloody fact. But the reason why he entered the demon path was completely because he was harmed by someone, okay?

Yan Lu put his hand on the top of his head and comforted, "I think the demon mushroom is very good, you don't have to be arrogant and force yourself to follow the right path. ”

He actually comforted him in turn! Who is self-indulgent? Who is following the right path?

Shang Ke turned around and threw himself on the bed weakly.

"Are you going to sleep?" Yan Lu jumped off the windowsill, took off his coat casually, moved Shang Ke to the inside, straightened it, and then lay down beside him and said, "Good night." Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Shang Ke: "......" didn't know why, and suddenly felt that a person like Yan Lu didn't cultivate demons, it was simply a tyrannical thing!

The next day, Shang Ke regained his spirit, cheered himself up, and continued to do good deeds to save people, in order to fundamentally influence this evil demon.

Yu Wenjie injured his foundation in the battle, and Shang Ke personally went up the mountain to help him find the elixir, which moved him so much. Not only him, but whenever he encounters someone in need, he will help him. Every day, he relies on the collected mountain fruits and herbs, various knick-knacks he compiles, and playing the piano to sell his art, etc., in exchange for money to help others.

At first, Shang Ke still felt a little tired, but gradually, he found that this way he could practice the body method and integrate the aura of heaven and earth faster, which was also a kind of cultivation, so he worked harder for the thankless task of "being kind and giving".

Yan Lu couldn't understand it, but he didn't stop it, and every day he watched him scurrying around with vigor.

Yu Wenjie admired Shang Ke and almost regarded him as his own white moonlight. But after half a month of getting along, a heart was left on him.

Under the big tree, Shang Ke sat on the ground, holding a pipa in his hand, his fingers dancing, playing a string of bright tunes. His eyebrows were lowered and his expression was focused, his white hair fluttering gently in the breeze, and the sunlight shining through the leaves on him. The caftan is simple and elegant, and the temperament is like a cloud, only the thin lips are as red as blood and moist.

Around him, seven or eight children sat around, listening quietly to the melodious sound of the piano, their little heads swaying to the tune from time to time. The adults not far away also put down the work in their hands and stopped with a smile.

Yan Lu leaned against a stone pillar and silently stared at Shang Ke under the tree, his figure reflected in his unwavering pupils.

Yu Wenjie was intoxicated, and an unusual obsession appeared on his face.

Shang Ke, who was immersed in the playing, did not notice that the noise around him had disappeared at some point, and only the melodious sound of the pipa seemed to be left between heaven and earth.

The slender fingers, in the flicking, left a light purple mist, the eyes flashed, the corners of the eyes were slightly upturned, and the red lips outlined a charming arc, which was extremely bewitching. What was originally a pleasant song gradually turned into a breathtaking magic sound. The people within a radius of several thousand meters were all in a trance, as if they were intoxicated, and wisps of transparent essence floated out of them, slowly converging in the direction of Shang Ke.

Of all the people, only Yan Lu hooked the corners of his mouth without a trace, and began to absorb the essence that permeated the air without any scruples.

"Who is the demon doing here!" At this moment, a loud shout came from not far away. The sound pierced the sky, shooting straight towards Shang Ke like a sharp arrow, and the powerful power of True Yuan interrupted his playing.

As soon as the music stopped, the people around him gradually regained their senses and regained their activities, completely unaware of the anomaly just now.

Shang Ke was stunned, several cultivators had already swept closer, and one of the white-haired old men shouted: "It's just a little spirit monster, who dares to make trouble here, trying in vain to absorb the essence of the living." ”

Shang Ke recalled what had just happened, and then realized what he had done. He was transformed in response to the Demon Tribulation and generated the Demon Pill. Although it is harmless to people's hearts, the power in his body is contrary to his heart. Inadvertently urge the magic pill and absorb the breath of the living beings.

The old man urged the sword qi, and a clear sound sounded, frightening the surrounding children to scatter and run away.

Shang Ke was the only one left before the meeting, and the old man attacked him mercilessly.

"Uncle Qingchong! No. Yu Wenjie exclaimed from behind, "That's my friend." ”

The old man ignored him and continued to swing his sword and attack.

Shang Ke didn't have to fight and knew that he couldn't beat it, so he ran away with the pipa. The old man and several other cultivators followed him closely, and countless sword qi flew into the air, marking blood marks on his body.

This was Shang Ke's first time personally experiencing the cultivator's attack methods, it was really a sword and sword, and the murderous aura was terrifying, and it could hurt him even from a few hundred meters away.

"Uncle don't!" Seeing that Shang Ke was knocked to the ground by a sword qi, covered in blood, Yu Wenjie immediately stepped forward to stop him, "Uncle Shi, he is my friend, please be merciful." ”

"Mercy? He's a sinister spirit. If you don't have to kill him today, who knows how many living beings he will kill in the future. Qing Chongdao pointed his sword at Shang Ke on the ground.

"No, he won't!" Yu Wenjie pleaded, "He has saved my life and helped many people, even if he is a spirit, he is also a kind-hearted spirit." ”

"Are you deluded by him?" Qing Chongdao said coldly, "Just now he played the magic sound, trying to absorb the essence of others, this is also called kind-hearted?" ”

A trace of consternation flashed in Yu Wenjie's eyes, and he turned his head to look at Shang Ke. He struggled to get up from the ground, his clothes disheveled, covered in blood, and a little sadness in his deep eyes. The left forehead was slashed by the sword qi, and the blood flowed down from the left eye, condensing into a bead of blood at the corner of the eye, and then slowly slid down from the fair face.

The young man is like jade, and the beauty is unparalleled.

After getting along for half a month, Yu Wenjie couldn't believe that Shang Ke would be a harmful spirit. However, even he was bewitched by the magic sound just now, if it weren't for Uncle Shi and their arrival, the consequences would be really unimaginable.

Yu Wenjie's eyes were complicated, and he didn't know what to do.

Shang Ke secretly smiled bitterly, doing good deeds a hundred times, as long as he accidentally did evil once, the previous efforts would be in vain.

Qing Chongdao didn't have the patience to wait for Yu Wenjie to make a choice, so he picked up the long sword and attacked Shang Ke again.

Shang Ke originally wanted to fight back with demonic energy, but when he saw Yan Lu in the distance, he gave up this idea again. The matter has come to this point, just plan it, even if he is forced into a desperate situation, he doesn't have to harm people with magic skills.

In the abyss, the heart is on the right path. Even though he is despised by the world, he still does not change his mind.

Shang Ke tightened the demon heart, only defended and did not attack, the scars on his body continued to increase, and his eyes were gradually covered with a layer of tears, but his eyes were always firm and fearless.

"Immortal Chief, please be merciful, Brother Shang is a good person!" At this moment, an old woman on the side of the road suddenly pleaded loudly.

"Yes, please be merciful to the Immortal Chief's subordinates and let him go." Another chimed in.

"Don't hurt Brother Shang." This is the child who listened to the pipa just now.

More and more voices rang out one after another, and they were all people who had been favored by Shang Ke during this time. Although it is only a small favor, it is extremely grateful to them who are simple-hearted.

Qing Chongdao and the others were stunned, they didn't expect this group of mortals to intercede for a spirit. I was almost taken away by him just now, and I don't know it, it's really stupid!

Yu Wenjie was touched in his heart, knelt down and said, "Please let Uncle Shi let him go." ”

"You!" Even if the people are ignorant, his nephew is also like this, are they all confused? Qing Chongdao was furious, pointed at Shang Ke and said, "Get out!" You'd better not let me see you again, or I'll show no mercy. ”

Shang Ke stood up, looked around, and then raised his arms and bowed deeply to these kind people. Not only did they save his life, but they also gave him hope to complete his mission.

Shang Ke staggered and left the small city under the eyes of everyone.

From beginning to end, Yan Lu just watched indifferently from the sidelines. After Shang Ke left, he turned his gaze to the group of people from the Flying Star Sword Sect, stared at them for a moment, and then turned around and walked in the direction Shang Ke had left.

Yan Lu found Shang Ke's bloodstained clothes in a forest, and his eyes scanned around to find a wilted mushroom on the root of an old tree.

He squatted down and said lightly: "It's obviously a magic mushroom, why do you have to take the right path and follow the rules?" With your spirituality, relying on demonic skills, it will not take two hundred years for you to cultivate into a demonic body and become a saint. How can those people be your opponents? ”