The sound of tiger roaring and wailing reached Zhao Zimo's ears, and his fingers practicing sword did not tremble.

"Can you bear it?"

"What is forbearance, why did I save that demon tiger?"

"Aren't you usually very kind, why don't you save his life?"

"Being kind-hearted doesn't mean I'm stupid, first of all, I won't use that person's background, his puppet guard, that shows that he is at least a monk in the Yuanying Realm, and I have something wrong, why provoke him?

And if this demon has eaten someone for no reason, it is naturally karma, and if it has not eaten it, there will naturally be people looking for trouble with that person.

What's more, my master said that mortals in the world, on average, have two out of ten conversations that are false, and how many of the words of the immortals, gods, ghosts, and demons are true?

It is true that the goblin loves its children, but who is sure that it has never eaten humans and made mortals feel the pain of losing their loved ones? Zhao Zimo sneered.

Zhou Sheng didn't seem to expect him to be able to say these big truths, opened the door curtain and looked at him deeply, and silently gave a thumbs up: "Awesome, worthy of being a famous teacher and apprentice, that demon tiger's Jin Dan does have a human breath."

According to my feeling, it should have been refined by eating ninety-nine babies, and that person was not a child of a soldier's family, but a demon subduing master of the Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Mansion.

And the Demon Suppression Mansion pays attention to one report and one report, how your demon clan treats my human race, how I will return it to the demon clan, right and wrong, don't just see the scene in front of you and believe, you are very good! ”

"Cut, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you, I'm most annoyed by a guy like you who can see the causal line!"

"There's no way, the realm is here, when I see through its golden pill, I can almost figure it out with a brush, otherwise it's a fart!" Zhou Sheng said lazily, and then continued: "But if you think that there is retribution in cause and effect in the world, it would be wrong, what good and evil are rewarded, there are adults who eventually become dependents, happy enmity and hatred, talented and beautiful women, they are all a group of wrecks and wasted reverie, the world is big, and the fist is the biggest!" ”

"I know, but your fist is not big enough, otherwise why would you have suffered thirty years of retribution.!"

"Little bunny, you owe a beating, do you?"

"I've practiced swords, hit me carefully and spit out your blood, this is retribution!"

"It's a shame that you are Li Daochun's apprentice, it's really cowardly."

"I'm not cowardly, how can I show that you are superb!"

………………

"Hey, do you want this tiger cub?" The demon master of the Demon Conquering Mansion directly drove the carriage to stop them, and when he got off the horse, he was holding the little tiger in his arms, and he didn't want to treat it like that just now, just like the rules of his Demon Descending Mansion.

Demons, there are good and evil, just like people, there is no difference, so what kind of demon he deals with, he just uses whatever way.

However, this little tiger cub is still innocent after all, so Mu Qingxiao plans to send it out, and the place where he is about to go is very suitable for taking a little tiger.

Zhou Sheng glanced at Mu Qingxiao, turned around impatiently and said, "Hey, someone asked you to raise tiger cubs, do you want to?" ”

Mu Qingxiao looked at the horseman's attitude a little interestingly, and when Zhao Zimo, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, came out, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he directly arched his hand and said: "Mu Qingxiao of the Demon Descending Mansion, I have seen a Taoist friend!" ”

Zhao Zimo stepped out of the carriage and rubbed his pale face: "Zhao Zimo of the Pure Yang Sword Sect, I have seen Daoyou!" ”

"Why don't you keep this little tiger by yourself, what a good thing, just give it away, I guess a lot of people have to line up to ask for it." The little Taoist priest was a little puzzled.

"Meeting is fate, it is my duty to subdue demons and eliminate demons, I just received a message, thirty miles away in Taixian Lake, there are river demons infested, I don't have time to raise it.

What's more, if you dare to drive past the demon tiger, I can guess that you are not ordinary people, and as a result, didn't you also meet a friend of the Pure Yang Sword Sect. "Mu Qingxiao is a very easy-going person, at least in some cases.

For example, the energy of the Pure Yang Sword Sect is very large, although the Demon Suppression Mansion belongs to the top school of the Tang Dynasty, and he himself is also a master of the Yuan Infant Realm, but for this Pure Yang Sword Sect, it still can't be compared, and there is no ability to compare it at all!

After all, the Pure Yang Sword Sect is a sect that can wrestle with Sheng Tang, and even when it bursts out with all its energy, it can completely suppress it, and it belongs to one of the few sects in Dongzhou.

Zhao Zimo looked at the little tiger, and suddenly smiled: "It's better for me to go with Daoyou, when the time comes, I will help you take care of this little tiger, after all, I am going down the mountain to practice, and I don't have time to take care of this little guy." ”

"Haha, that's okay, in fact, I also forgot, subduing demons and eliminating demons is the housekeeping skill of the Pure Yang Sword Sect, the monsters of the 100,000 mountains dare not go out of the mountain, the Pure Yang Sword Immortal has no less effort, and Brother Zhao may need to help when the time comes!" Mu Qingxiao hugged the little tiger and said goodbye to him, returned to the carriage and led the way in front.

………………

The two carriages were less than a hundred meters apart, and Zhou Sheng drove the carriage and said slowly: "Isn't it sword practice, it's only been a month, and the demon is going to be removed, and the sword art is complete?" ”

"Who knows...... Zhao Zimo had a small sword suspended in his hand, and as he shook his fingers, the small sword quickly rotated around his fingers.

Zhou Sheng turned his back to him and pouted: "Don't stink the sect, what's the matter, this sword is in line with your attributes, and you can practice faster?" ”

The little Taoist nodded: "That's pretty much it, this spirit long sword is called Qingmang, there is no trace of its sword intent on it, no one should have used it, so I refine it very quickly, and it is easy to connect with it, it seems that this is a genius......

As for the other flying swords, there is more or less some sword intent attached to them, but after the cultivation of the sword box, it has almost been consumed, otherwise, it will be greatly discounted to take it out and sell it.

In fact, I guess what Master means, that is, let me practice this flying sword first, and as for the other flying swords, I will talk about it after my realm is high. There was still a word in his heart that he hadn't said, that is, he casually said that he could summon ten thousand flying swords to smash people with a beckon, but Li Daochun gave him this treasure, and this master really doted on their apprentices......

The middle-aged poor man nodded, not denying that he boasted of himself: "This is not bad, although the spirit flying sword is good, but it also depends on how many hands you have passed, otherwise there are many sword intents in it, and the quality is too low."

It's like a beautiful woman, who has been taught by too many men, and has learned all kinds of kung fu, and novices are always unaccustomed to it, and they are not opponents at all. ”

"Amazing, uncle, you are really knowledgeable and talented, no worse than those Confucian and Taoist saints, and I don't know how many hands the daughter of the sect master of the Dao Heavenly Sect has been handed over?" Zhao Zimo silently gave a thumbs up, a metaphorical image.

Zhou Sheng drove the carriage and wiped his saliva thoughtfully: "Damn, those long legs, white buttocks, big breasts, that tight feeling, absolutely one hand, one hand!" ”

"No, I just want to ask, Uncle Zhou, how did you get her?" The little Taoist priest popped out his head, his face full of questions, as if he wanted to figure out this matter, could it be strong?

"Go, go, little brat, you know how to fart!" A large hand pressed him back.

Zhao Zimo rolled his eyes, continued to raise the flying sword with his heart, and then hurried to Taixian City......