In the sea of sand, although this ancient city has fallen, but looking up at the starry sky, those stars are still extraordinarily bright.

On the same dark night, in the Southern Dynasty, even looking up at these stars from the top of the mountains were not as bright as those seen in the sea of sand.

Hengshan is also a famous mountain in the south.

There are several sword sects in Hengshan, but tonight, it has also become history.

A black-robed cultivator sat in a stone room at the highest point of Heng Mountain, and an old man was boiling medicine outside this stone room.

The black-robed cultivator slowly raised his head, and the starlight illuminated half of his face.

He was the most famous figure in the Southern Dynasties and Northern Wei Dynasty at this time.

The one who helped him boil medicine outside was the old man of the Cui family who helped Cui Zhenguan hang his life before.

"I know that you secretly said something to Xue Suliu last night, I know that you mean good to him, but I don't understand why you talked to him among those people. ”

When the Demon Sect raised his head, some pus flowed down his throat and down the hem of his chest.

The old man of the Cui family, who was cooking medicine outside the door, suddenly stiffened.

His conversation with that person was originally extremely secret, and he only felt that it was impossible for the rest of the people in this world to know, but he never thought that he would not escape the eyes and ears of the Demon Sect.

"Don't worry, I'll kill you. ”

The Demon Sect laughed and said, "You've done a good job these days, I just want you not to waste your kindness in vain, and don't spend your energy on these meaningless things." ”

"I spoke to him because he knew the most manners and respected me as an old man the most of all those people, and he was not pretending, and I reminded him not to continue practicing the magic you had taught them, and because he looked a lot like a friend of mine when I was younger. ”

The old man surnamed Cui turned around slowly, he looked at the Demon Sect with great bitterness, he looked at the pus flowing in the Demon Sect's chest, and then said, "Do you understand... I just don't understand even more, knowing that practicing this kind of magic skill will bring terrible consequences, and I am afraid that when the time comes, why should these people become your attendants and willingly practice the magic skills you taught them. ”

Those pus on the Demon Sect's chest were disgusting and terrifying.

The sticky pus was like the silt that had accumulated in the sewers of the fish market, the thick juice like rice porridge, mixed with countless fragments of flesh and blood.

In the pus, there are many fragments of skin and flesh, and even pieces of things like blood vessels and meridians.

Compared with when the Demon Sect first arrived at Cui's house, the sarcoma born on his neck at this time had begun to fester, and it was useless to even cut the flesh, and even the new sarcoma that grew out was like a ripe fruit, directly festering.

At this time, although the lower part of his neck was completely shrouded in black robes, the fishy smell that could not be concealed by even the strong medicinal gas could make people think of how terrible the rotten tumors in his place were.

"How can a person like you understand the desires of young people. ”

The Demon Sect looked at him with a smile and said, "You are too old, you don't have many years to live, and it is impossible for you to improve your cultivation much, but compared to these young people, the most different thing is the experience. You've been through a lot of things, and there's a lot of things that you're not interested in anymore. But these young people are different, they have not experienced many things. Now, even if a beautiful young girl falls naked in your arms, you may not be tempted, but these young people are different. Some of them have never even tasted a woman, and some of them have tasted a woman, but they have not even had a woman of good looks, and many of the things you have experienced are still in their crazy imagination full of desire. Some of these young people, as long as you give him two or three young girls a night, he may feel that he is willing to die, and he will not think about tomorrow at all. You can't empathize with this kind of desire that comes from the depths of your heart, and how can you understand their thoughts. Just tonight, several female cultivators in these Sword Sects were already like a carnival for these people. ”

"For you, female practitioners are just more important and have no special interest, but for them, they think, if they don't follow me, if they don't practice the exercises I teach them, how can they have a female plaything as a practitioner. These people usually practice in small sects, it is not easy to become cultivators, they follow the rules all their lives, they need to look at the face of the teacher to act, even if they have countless fantasies and countless desires in their minds, they can kill people at will, and they can blaspheme and play with the woman they fancy at will?"

The Demon Sect looked at the old man of the Cui family who was slowly frozen, paused for a moment, and then said slowly: "This stone room, which originally belonged to the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect in Hengshan Cave, is his special cultivation meditation room. But two years ago, as the aura thinned, the vermilion tree had died. In fact, the final outcome of this vermilion fruit tree is the end of the vast majority of cultivation sects and cultivators in the world today, even if there is no me, these sects will disappear, and these cultivators will die. The spiritual famine will continue for many years, even after a few years, it will be impossible for the vast majority of cultivation sects and cultivators to be replenished by spiritual energy, and after their true yuan is consumed, in a few years, they will completely lose their strength, and they will be no different from those ordinary martial artists. They may not even be able to compete with those who are unable to cultivate, but have been cultivating martial arts. They once climbed such a peak, overlooking the vast majority of the people in the world, but how willing they were to fall into the dust again. What's more, even when they reached the peak, they didn't dare to act recklessly. Now I can let them practice, I can make them do whatever they want, and if you are not happy, how can you understand their happiness. Since these people choose to die drunk, even if they die, they are afraid that they will only regret it the moment they die, so whether it was before or now, my Demon Sect has never lacked followers of the Demon Sect. ”

The old man of the Cui family's face was a little pale, but listening to the cries and moans of the woman faintly coming from the mountain stream, and listening to the young cultivators who had been converging on the Demon Sect for a long time, he was speechless at all.

"Actually, you should think differently, they should thank me for letting them really know that a practitioner should be like a star in the sky, and no matter what he does, since he is a cultivator, he should always be in the limelight. Whether it is murder or fleeing, whether it is good or evil, a practitioner should always be on the cusp of this world, otherwise even if he cultivates diligently, he will only live a life of promises, which is no different from a mediocre husband. ”

"Your Excellency. ”

A thin but extremely athletic young cultivator swept up from the mountain path, this cultivator's face was flushed, the tip of his nose was full of beads of sweat, and his eyes were full of excitement, "Wei Rui's whereabouts have been ascertained. ”

"Okay, you tell them to leave early tomorrow morning. The Demon Sect nodded.

"Wei Rui?"

The old man of the Cui family looked at the Demon Sect in disbelief, he wanted to say something more, but because he was too shocked in his heart, he opened his mouth for a while and spit out the name, but he couldn't say a second sentence.

"Everyone thinks that I will be the first to force Lin Yi to come to me, but in my life, I never care what others think or think of me, I just care what I want to do. The Demon Sect motioned for him to bring over the medicinal soup that had been boiled almost well, and at the same time, he looked at the starlight in the sky and thought quietly, no matter what the world thought, how could the movement of those stars change according to the wishes of the world.