"You may not believe it, but I really know this person. Kun looked at the succubus with a somewhat puzzled expression, and he said slowly: "Not only did we know her, but for a long time, we all affectionately called her ...... Little Seven. ”

"Kunlun Eleventh Peak, the seventh disciple of the Ghost Lingwan, the daughter of Qinghai Demon Venerable Yan Jiuzhao, Yan Qi. ”

“...... Xiao Qi?" the succubus was stunned, "Speaking of which, I did hear that girl of yours call him Mrs. Qi." ”

"......" Kun Wu was silent for a while, and said, "Although I don't understand why Xiao Qi of the Eleventh Peak became the Qi lady of the Yang family of Huangshan Mansion for some reason, but in this way, many things have been explained......

“...... For example, why did Yang Nie go to Huangshan Mansion back then......"

“...... For example, why did Xiao Liu come to Huangshan Mansion to make this deal with you......"

"For example, why can the Corpse Refining Gate enter the Golden Bell Jar with Lady Qi......"

"Another example, why did Yang Pan cry this time, why did he suddenly go to Huangshan Mansion......"

Kun Wu shook his head and said, "It's just that I still can't figure it out, Yan Qi obviously lost his life under our gaze...... The soul lamps have also been extinguished, why can you continue to run to the Yang family as Mrs. Qi?"

The succubus looked at him and suddenly smiled: "I thought the head of Kunlun had always been so wise...... It turns out that there are times when there are fools, and cultivating immortals is just a variable in itself, and finding a living space in the determined heavenly machine, so to speak...... What kind of things in this world are certain?"

“...... Even the nine-game ...... of that year, "the succubus hooked his lips," and the things written in the annals of history back then, didn't it later prove that many of them were nonsense?

"Now that the results are out, why do you bother pursuing it?" the succubus paused, "...... Or you can learn from me...... You don't have to ask for anything and live freely, don't you?"

"It's the difference between you and me. Kun Wu shook his head, "Of course, what you said has some truth, and I do envy you for such a life. But in addition to being a monk, I am also the head of Kunlun, the leader of the entire Kyushu, and everyone can not ask for a reason, but I can't. ”

"Everyone in the world can get drunk, but I can't get drunk. ”

The succubus giggled: "...... Do you want to say that everyone in the world is drunk and I am sober? Then you are really hard......"

Kun Wu said suddenly: "...... As for what you just said, can I understand that you actually don't believe that the monk is also dead, right?"

"You're really good at finding a topic......" The succubus tugged at a strand of hair scattered across his chest a little boredly, "...... If I don't believe it, why am I going to live until now?"

“...... The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and there is always a 'one' in this world. I can only hope that he will be that ......"

Kun Wu didn't speak.

Compared to the succubus, Kun Wu had a deeper understanding of the Heavenly Dao, and he had actually faintly sensed the faint rules of the Heavenly Dao.

He now believes that if there is a Mahayana fall now, with his understanding of the Heavenly Dao, it will be enough to break through the last shackles and advance to Mahayana.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, and finally Kun Wu waved his hand and said: "Now the pursuit of these old things can only pull out a meal of old sesame seeds and rotten grains, and now, the most important thing is to control the passage and ......."

"Make a bet. The succubus suddenly said: "I bet that the passage of this Kyushu will bloom everywhere in an instant." ”

Kun Wu smiled, and he said, "I won't be fooled by this kind of gambling that must be lost...... If you want to gamble, you will bet on a big ...... You and I will take the whole of Kyushu as a game and bet on the future......"

The succubus said, "...... Emotionally, I naturally don't want you interesting humans to go extinct...... But intellectually speaking, there are too many useless mortals in the human race, and in the case of similar trees, the demon race where all the people are soldiers must not be able to digest it in Kyushu now. ”

“...... Useless?" Kun Wu chewed on the word repeatedly, and finally shook his head: "In that case, then let's bet on whether those useless mortals in your mouth have the ability and courage to resist you, or even defeat you......"

The succubus put his index finger to his lips and smiled wildly: "This bet is interesting...... Then I'll tell you a secret, the eight innate demons who have been staying in the Demon Land this time are about to be born......"

"And I might as well tell you that the passage through which the innate demon was born is naturally not something that ordinary demons can afford...... Therefore, please be merciful to the little madman's subordinates, but you must not ruin the last glimmer of hope left by Xuan Seng and Lu Ziying in your hands. ”

"Thank you. ”

"You're welcome...... Anyway, I'm quite happy to see you survive under the pressure of the innate demons. ”

......

Huangshan Mansion.

Yang Pan rode the magic weapon, and in an instant, he came to the ruins of Huangshan Mansion in a moment.

The ghost Ling Wan, who was investigating the Huangshan Mansion, learned the news and hurried over with his disciples as soon as possible.

Yang Pan only knelt on the ground, facing the direction in which Mrs. Qi fell to the ground.

Ghost Lingwan moved his mouth.

Yang Pan said suddenly: "I'm fine, I'm just homesick, come back and see, you don't care about me, go and do your own thing......"

Ghost Lingwan was a little worried, Fu Yi seemed to want to say something instead of his master, Yang Pan suddenly turned around, with a weird smile on his face: "If you continue to stay here, I will be cruel to you for the rest ......of your life."

Fu Yi still didn't say anything after all.

He watched in silence for a while, and finally left with his master.

So only Yang Pan was left kneeling there.

He laid down an isolation formation and concealed his existence, although he might not be able to stop the eleventh peak disciples who had their own means, but he also showed his attitude of not wanting to be disturbed.

Wrapping himself up, Yang Pan seemed to find a little peace of mind.

At first he was just on his knees, but in an instant tears were all over his fat face.

He still remembered how sad and sad he was at the last moment of Madame Qi's death, and even let out a mournful cry of "tearing the smooth skin of the immortal to reveal its rotten face".

...... But the solemn oaths made back then seem extremely ridiculous and ironic now.

It turned out that unconsciously, he had already become one of those rotten monks, and even for a long time, he was complacent and proud of it.

He couldn't help but weep bitterly.

...... I can't say why—maybe it was the scene she saw in the Scripture Pavilion, maybe it was the last thing she remembered when she knelt here, or maybe it was ...... It's been a long time since I've been home-

Yang Pan always felt as if he had returned to his childhood, and saw himself again who was trying to avoid becoming the protagonist.

And now?

Not only does he see himself as the protagonist, but he is also working hard to cultivate more protagonists......

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