Demon God Palace.

Walk into this strange place built by manpower, the mountains are covered with green and green, rows of staggered temples, which seem small, but very exquisite, with pavilions, towers, small bridges and flowing water, and there are many people inside, which look quite lively. If the Demon God Palace was not located here, it might be considered an ordinary city. The people living here behaved similarly to the Central Plains, absorbing the culture on the grassland and forming their own unique living habits.

Walking inside, many residents looked at the strange young man and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. They seemed to be used to having strangers coming and going. After all, the Demon God Palace not only has unique characteristics in martial arts, but also runs its own business.

at this time.

Above the top of the mountain, the main palace of the Demon God Palace and the Demon God Palace.

A chair made of sterling silver is hanging high above. The carvings of this chair are not dragons, but ferocious beasts with strange shapes, rare things in the world. This chair symbolizes power and glory, and only the real owner of the Demon God Palace can sit on it.

On both sides below, there are two rows of seats facing each other. No one has sat on the seats yet, but the sloping tea smoke has risen, obviously waiting for the arrival of some people.

Outside the Demon God Temple and on the corridor, two men walked side by side, seemingly unhappy, but they were about a foot, obviously possessing profound internal strength.

"Yingqiu, you can tell what the palace master is going to summon this time." Before he could really enter the solemn hall, a man in Confucian clothes asked quietly at the middle-aged man next to him.

There was no smile on the man in the Confucian shirt, and his face was even a little heavy: "You, Yingfeng, you always practice in seclusion, and the news was extremely closed. When the palace master returned, he had already ordered someone to pass the message. But the content of the message was a bit unacceptable. In fact, it was not just me. Today, it is said that many old guys came here. According to me, who did not suppress their anger."

"Oh, this is interesting. I only knew about it when the palace master was passing the message. But it seemed like he wanted to bring an outsider into the holy land and comprehend the holy monument." Yingfeng nodded and then said, "What do I say? No wonder these guys who are rare on weekdays are all rushing to come over like burning their butts. It turned out to be for this matter."

"Ha, you're not up to your own business." Yingqiu, wearing a Confucian shirt, was amused by the manly sting in front of her, and said, "After all, this matter is related to the core inheritance of the Demon God Palace. It's better to be cautious. I don't need to say more about what you should do then."

"I know." Yingfeng suddenly sighed and looked out: "Since the old palace master left, the entire demon god palace has changed, and it has become increasingly difficult for people to stay."

"It's hard to get back to the point of getting back. In fact, the old palace master also knew that it was just that destiny was uncontrollable. The old palace master had not yet made any effort to deal with those guys." Yingqiu, wearing a Confucian shirt, breathed a sigh of depression: "It's just that the palace master was suffering. It's difficult for the public to convince the public shortly after taking office, so that those old guys would do whatever they wanted."

While the two were talking, they were not far from the door of the Demon God Temple, so they didn't continue talking. The two walked past the threshold, walked in, chose a chair to sit down, closed their eyes and waited.

Not long after, people came one after another, as the man in the Confucian shirt said, his face was not very good-looking, and they all sat down one after another, waiting for the real master to arrive. A cup of tea passed in a blink of an eye, and there were already a lot of people sitting down on the seats. Among these people, there were men and women, old and young, and their auras were stimulating each other. Without exception, they were all top experts. However, the atmosphere here was not very good, even solemn, with a sign of storm coming.

At this moment, a light footsteps came, and then a slender figure appeared outside the door. The person who came was wearing an indigo dress, a jade crown, a long black hair shawl, and indigo shoes on his feet. His eyes were calm. A nearly evil face made people indulge in it. This person was the owner of the Demon God Palace, the 27th-generation palace master, the Demon God Kong. Behind him was an old man in gray robe, and the one who said nothing was Di Lao.

"Prince Lord!"

"Prince Lord!"

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Seeing the real master coming, the people sitting upright on the chair stood up and saluted to show respect. It was not until the demon god Kong walked up and sat down on the silver seats above and sat back on the chair.

Sitting on the chair and still erect, the Demon God Palace did not talk nonsense, and asked straight to the topic: "I must have received the oral message from me who sent someone to you the day before yesterday. I believe you have received it. I don't know what you think."

As soon as the words were finished, someone couldn't help but object and said, "It's too ridiculous. Do we think we are idiots? It's absolutely impossible to agree to such a ridiculous request."

"No, the Demon God Monument is a holy object passed down from our Demon God Palace to this day. How can you borrow it if you want?" A man in a long robe said first, his words were extremely fierce.

"Yes, let alone this person is a public enemy of the martial arts world. We will not think that if we hide this person for a long time, the news will leak out. At that time, it will only put the Demon God Palace in danger." Then, another old man also objected.

"Hmph, it's a dream for an outsider to comprehend the Holy Monument. Only the best disciples of our tribe can comprehend it, and even have to go through a lifetime of death. There are very few core disciples in the tribe who can comprehend it. Why can a person who has nothing to do with the Demon God Palace be able to comprehend it? This precedent is too unacceptable!" A middle-aged man with a deep scar on his face immediately showed an angry look on his face. His powerful aura broke out. He glanced at the person above and said coldly: "It is inevitable that it will make it difficult for the Palace Master to convince the public, and this move made the Demon God Palace feel even more heartbroken."

The sharp words pierced into the hearts of everyone present like a knife, making everyone present change their colors. This sentence is not only said to others, but also refers to the person above. Such words are quite contradictory, and are not allowed in the Palace of Demon Gods with strict rules. But anyone with discerning eyes knows that these words of course do not represent one person, but most of them are just asking someone to say it.

"The words that Yinglei paid attention to. The Palace Master did this simply to use the magic sword Zhang Kaifeng's hand to resolve the pressing force of the Beiyuan Nangong family. This is a win-win situation, why do you object?" A young man shouted in a deep voice, and his sharp eyes were approaching the scar man.

"Crisis? Where did the crisis come from? The Nangong family in Beiyuan just wanted to do business with our Demon God Palace. Is it necessary to mobilize such a group of troops?" An old woman retorted: "The Nangong family has taken the initiative to show their affection. Why do we need to make such a vigilant attitude and establish a powerful enemy in vain?"

"Do you have no sense of crisis? Thinking about how the Nangong family rose on the grassland, you must have never forgotten it. First, they do business, and then they annex and strengthen themselves." The gray-haired middle-aged man shouted coldly: "Now, the Nangong family has become the number one opponent of the Demon God Palace. The strength has soared over the years, and it has been vaguely suppressing us. If you are not alert to wait for them to annex us."

"Absurdity, we don't know how much money the Nangong family has. Are we still afraid of them even if we fight head-on? How can we spit out the fat meat delivered to the door?" One person opposed.

"Fat meat? They can be the best sheep on the grassland who are good at disguising. When will you be confused when they really reveal their fangs?"

The quarrel became more and more intense. A group of old men in their seventies were rolling up their sleeves, blowing their beards and staring at them, and spitting everywhere, as if they were about to fight.

The few people in front of them spoke out against each other, and then some people involved in their own interests should not be blind and quarrels.

The demon god Kong, who was sitting high above, was holding a book in his hand, looking at it with relish, as if he was hanging high. The old man next to him looked drowsy and didn't listen at all.

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At night.

In a simple thatched cottage, there is a large bed in it, beside the bookshelf, a desk, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all the best. A candle is swaying, and Zhang Kaifeng is holding the book, looking at it word by word, chewing on the true meaning, and seeing the good sentence, he still picks up the pen, ink and writes it.

The sound of turning the pages of the book sounded from time to time. Suddenly, the pages stopped for a moment and then continued to flip. The person who was reading through the candlelight and moonlight suddenly smiled, as if he saw Yan Ruyu in the book, put down the book in his hand, pushed open the door, and walked out.

The bright moon is thousands of miles away, and the lotus flowers sway in this quiet pond. Drops of water become more crystal clear under the moonlight, like pearls left on earth. The bright moonlight shines through the window, making the room on the ground look more elegant.

Zhang Kaifeng, dressed in black, looked at the crystal clear lotus in front of him, as if he was delighted. He rolled up his sleeves with his right hand and swept it forward gently. Naturally, the not-so-large pond in front of him was like a breeze blowing, the lotus leaves shaking, and the jade beads on the lotus leaves rolled down for a while, just like pearls on the jade plate were about to fall. When the jade beads were about to fall into the water, Zhang Kaifeng's left hand condensed, and his left hand turned into a palm, and the palms flipped up. The jade beads cleverly stopped. When they raised their hands, another slight shaking of lotus leaves. The water beads slowly floated up with his palms. During this period, many jade beads fell into the water without seeing them, but many still floated up.

This action seemed like a casual act, but it made the place blow deep breath out of thin air. Then, Zhang Kaifeng loosened his hands and all the water droplets dripped back into the pond.

"I will meet you with the tricks of carving insects." Suddenly, a loud shout sounded, and as soon as I saw a figure jumping out from the opposite side of the pond, I saw a little under his foot, stepping on the lotus like a dragonfly sifting through the water and coming to the sky.
Chapter completed!