The Nine Ghosts, the gods and demons of the heavens, sacrificed my blood and body. Three lives and seven lives, forever fallen into Yama, just for love, although he died without regret

Thousands of years ago, who was the one who whispered, was willing to be in love, and paid a qiē, including his own life, however, providence always made people, and when he came out of life and death, he and her, after all, could only separate two ends.

Good and evil, those are two paths that will never end.

"See you next time, perhaps, you and I are friends and enemies" in his mind, still echoing Baguio's words, on the mountain road, Zhang Xiaofan walked towards the north, unconsciously, it was noon, the sun was in the middle, very hot, he rushed for a long time, his mouth was quite hungry and thirsty, he saw a small tea stall on the side of the road, supported under a big tree by the roadside, there were already five or six guests sitting in it, looking at the shade, he walked over, bought a bowl of tea to drink, and sat down to rest by the way.

Not to mention, the tea in this small tea stall is really cool and thirst-quenching, Zhang Xiaofan drank a bowl, and he was comfortable up and down, as if the day was not so hot, and he thought about it in his heart, seeing that the injuries on his body had been healed, he found a secluded place in the afternoon, and returned to Qingyun Mountain, he didn't know if the master would punish him, but he still had to go back.

Thinking about it, he naturally thought that he was about to be able to see his senior sister Tian Ling'er, and he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart. At this moment, I heard a gentle voice on the side of the road: "Boss, bring me a bowl of tea." ”

At noon, a rare breeze blew, blowing the branches and leaves on the big trees and shaking, revealing a little bit of broken sun. Scattered to the ground. The owner of the tea stall in his fifties agreed, leaned over to pour tea, and Zhang Xiaofan inadvertently. When I looked at it, I couldn't take it back.

A middle-aged scribe with thin eyebrows and a square face, his eyebrows look elegant, but his eyes are blazing and his forehead is full, but he has his own momentum without anger in this elegance. Dressed in a Confucian robe, with a light purple jade pendant pinned to his waist, it is exquisite. There is a faint auspicious atmosphere, and at a glance, you can see that it is not ordinary.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at it for a long time, and suddenly realized that he was actually bent by the demeanor of this middle-aged scribe. I just felt that he walked in. Originally, five or six guests who were drinking tea at the tea stall together, including himself, were silently speechless, and were suppressed by this person's momentum.

Zhang Xiaofan retracted his gaze, but he was slightly amazed in his heart, and at the same time he was greatly heartbroken by the bearing of this middle-aged scribe, although he was not very handsome when he looked at this person, but this temperament came from the inside. It's a rarity.

The scribe entered the tea stall and took the tea from the boss. Sit down casually and start sipping tea slowly. The guests who were still talking and laughing around were now silent, and the atmosphere in this tea stall was a little strange for a while, but only the middle-aged scribe was calm and calm, and he didn't notice the situation around him at all, and he was alone there drinking tea and resting.

After a while, the other guests either rested enough, or drank tea, checked out one by one, and left, the boss came to clean up the bowls, and under the big tree, only Zhang Xiaofan and the middle-aged scribe were left at this time.

Zhang Xiaofan didn't feel uncomfortable, but after sitting for a while, he felt that he had rested, and when he was thinking about checking out and leaving, he suddenly heard a surprised voice behind him: "Little apprentice!"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help but be stunned, this voice was too familiar to him, even if the contact time was not long, but it has been firmly imprinted in the depths of his mind, difficult to forget.

Turning around, looking at the young man who walked over leisurely, he said a little stiffly: "I have already said that I will not betray Qingyunmen and worship you as a teacher." ”

The person who came was Yang Xiao, that day, after he met Zhou Zhou Xian, after going to check the Xuanhuo Jian, he waited for two more days, seeing that Zhang Xiaofan had not yet come, he couldn't wait, so he simply went straight to Kongsang Mountain, in case his appearance hindered Zhang Xiaofan's vitality.

Fortunately, now it seems that his cheap apprentice is fine, and although there is some damage on his body, the pure yang true technique has improved a little more.

"Bullshit!" Yang Xiao scolded vulgarly, walked in front of Zhang Xiaofan, and gave him a slap on the head: "You have kowtowed to the teacher, and what you learned is also the exercises I passed on to you, this traitor of Qingyunmen, you did it if you didn't do it." ”

Zhang Xiaofan said stubbornly: "Then you take back the exercises that were handed over to me, right?"

When Yang Xiao heard this, he couldn't help but be angry, this time, he slapped his own head, and now he was a little suspicious, whether it was right or wrong to accept such a brainless guy into his door.

"Boy, I have to say, you beat me. Yang Xiao said helplessly: "It's impossible to take back the exercises, okay, I won't let you betray Qingyunmen, if you still dare to be stubborn with me, be careful that I will go directly to destroy Qingyunmen." ”

When Zhang Xiaofan heard this, he couldn't help but be shocked, he looked at Yang Xiao with some concern, his heart was a little uneasy, in the end, he still called out Nuonuo: "Master." ”

"Even if you kid still have a little conscience, otherwise I really plan to destroy Qingyunmen. Yang Xiao snorted tepidly: "You kid had better not question my words, as far as the so-called Zhuxian Sword Formation of your Qingyun Sect is almost invincible in this world, if I want to break it, it is enough to have one finger." ”

"It's such a big breath!" Just when Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment, the middle-aged scribe who had been sitting quietly drinking tea suddenly interjected.

Yang Xiao's eyes turned slightly, fell on the middle-aged scribe, and said indifferently: "Look at your breath, you have barely touched the threshold of entering the Dao, in this world, I don't think you are a nameless junior, report your origin and name." ”

When the middle-aged scribe heard this, he couldn't help frowning: "The surname is Wan, and the cursive character is gone." ”

"Ten thousand people!" Zhang Xiaofan read it in his heart, this name reads ordinary, but it makes people feel like a golden iron horse, Zhang Xiaofan can't help but look at him, these ten thousand people are gentle on their faces, but the power between the eyebrows seems to be natural, it is extremely heavy, with this name, there is a faint meaning of the king.

But Yang Xiao frowned slightly, and said indifferently: "You are the sect master of the Ghost King Sect, and you are also a little capable, but my magical powers are not something you can guess." To put it mildly, even if I pick one of the guards at the door, it will be enough to torture you to death. ”

When Zhang Xiaofan heard this, he couldn't help but be shocked, and said in his heart: It turns out that this person is actually the sect master of the Ghost King Sect, isn't that the big devil, or Baguio's father?!

What kind of character is this, he has already known from Suzaku's mouth that Zhang Xiaofan's cheap master is a powerful character, and at that moment, he said to himself in a deep voice: "I want to hear the details." ”

Yang Xiao led Zhang Xiaofan to sit down opposite him, and said indifferently: "The cultivation of the world is nothing more than inducing qi into the body, refining qi and transforming gods, refining gods and returning to emptiness, refining void and merging the Tao, going up, it is the real way of immortals, there are golden immortals, Taiyi realm, Daluo realm, mixed yuan realm, it's not that I said that your vision is too shallow, it's just that the cultivators of your world, there are too many exercises missing, and they have gone astray, so after a lifetime of hard practice, they can't get the immortal way, at most, they will stop at entering the Tao." ”

When tens of thousands of people heard this, they couldn't help but be stunned in their hearts, and said bitterly in their mouths: "According to what Zun Jia said, I haven't even reached the realm of entering the Dao?"

Yang Xiao said undeniably: "Your talent is not bad, but unfortunately, the exercises you practice are too low-level, and you lack Yan zhòng, which can be described as the remnant of the fragments, and it is already a great luck to be able to reach the peak realm of the Yuan Shen. ”

The exercises are too low-level? Ten thousand people couldn't cry or laugh, what he cultivated was already the supreme magic of the Ghost King Sect, and he had participated in the supreme heavenly calligraphy of the Demon Gate, but he didn't expect that in Yang Xiao's mouth, he would get such an evaluation.

"Then dare to ask Venerable Driver, how should a cultivator of my generation become an immortal?"

"Hehe, in the end, you still can't help but ask. Yang Xiao responded indifferently: "Actually, becoming an immortal is not as far away as you imagined, this world, there is no lack of aura, it's just that the exercises are missing, as long as you gather the secret texts of Buddhism, Taoism and demons and complete the method of cultivating immortals, you can break through the limit of entering the Dao and ascend to the immortal realm!" (To be continued......)