The warm yellow light reflected half of the breathtakingly handsome face.

If those female disciples from Huayudang were here at this time, they would definitely scream in terror.

The face under the lamp is none other than the male protagonist of the storybook who has been enthusiastically sought after by female monks recently, the legendary strongest man in the world of demons and spirits, Cen Qianshan.

At this moment, Cen Qianshan rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his arm wrapped in white bandages, and took the exquisite name card with the Yan family's emblem sealed on it.

Slender fingers opened the title page, and a soft and gentle female voice came from the gilded post.

"There is no solution to this difficult problem, only you can help. We will meet at the old site of Shimiao Street at noon tomorrow. I am willing to use the soul weapon left by the ancient god Dongyue as reward. I hope that Wan will come to the appointment and I am eagerly looking forward to it."

After hearing this, Cen Qianshan closed the name card and put it back in the puppet's small iron hand. He turned back and picked up the pointed pen knife he had just put down, and continued his work.

The little puppet waited for a long time and didn't hear any reply, so he stumbled out of the door.

It has followed its master for a long time, and even its artificial brain can summarize several rules about its master.

If the host disagrees with something, he will clearly say "no". But when he agrees with something, he will often use silence instead of "yes".

The clattering footsteps of the puppet were far away.

The old house returned to silence, leaving only the single figure under the lamp.

This room is large and the equipment is old. There are two wide workbenches in the room. Compared with the neat tabletop in front of Cen Qianshan, the other large workbench is slightly messy.

There was a half-made magical instrument placed on it, with clean pointed tweezers and pliers placed on the left and right sides respectively. It was as if its maker had just left for a moment.

Until late at night, the young man sitting in front of the lamp stopped what he was doing. He tidied up all the utensils on the table, stood up, took a rag and a broom, and began to clean the large room carefully.

Dust the dust, wipe the table, sweep the floor, meticulously.

While wiping the workbench with half-processed magical instruments, he carefully picked up every tool and equipment on it, cleaned it carefully, and put it back in its original place.

When he did all this, he looked calm and moved skillfully, as if he had done it thousands of times.

Cold snowflakes fell silently in the courtyard. The brick and wood structure houses showed a sense of decay soaked by time.

The block outside the house has collapsed and been damaged for many years, leaving only a silent ruin.

In such dark ruins, only this courtyard shines with the only dim light. Apart from a little yellow light, the whole world is dark and dead.

Then, the only light was blown out.

Only the pure white night snow fell silently to the earth.

…

Shimiao Street used to be a very prosperous area in Fuzhou City.

A hundred years ago, the beast tide suddenly struck and almost destroyed the entire Fufu City, as well as the nearby buildings.

Human monks quickly rebuilt a tall new city not far away. Today, there are very few people living in the ruins.

Among the broken walls overgrown with grass, there are huge incomplete sculptures and broken exquisite glass, showing the hustle and bustle of this place.

At ten o'clock at noon, the sky was still dark and unclear, and countless demonic cultivators with sharp eyes and strong bodies were hiding behind the ruins of the ruins. They were holding magic weapons and charms in their hands, and their expressions were tense, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Surrounded by them, in a slightly flat open space stood a woman with a beautiful face and a strong aura. The woman gently played with the folding fan in her hand, as if she was waiting for someone.

She is the head of the famous Yan family in Futong City, and everyone respects her as the great shopkeeper of Yan.

Behind her stood two or three female cultivators with similar looks to hers. One of them said: "Mother, when did our Yan family ever ask for a man? No matter how powerful a man is, what can a man accomplish? As long as mother gives me a little more

Time, I will definitely..."

The head of the Yan family raised his white palm to stop her indignant words, "What are you sure about? Even if I go there in person, I have no confidence. The most important thing for a person is to recognize his own strength, even for our Yan family

People should not judge heroes based on their gender."

In the faint sunlight at noon, a figure walked slowly forward. The man was tall and slender, wearing a heavy cloak, and there was a small iron puppet on his shoulder.

Following his slight footsteps, all the guards in the dark immediately became nervous.

The smoke shopkeeper closed her fan and stood up straight.

The man walked up to her, maintaining a very far social distance, and pulled down the cloak that covered half of his face, revealing a handsome face with pale skin.

Eyelids with delicate lines, long and charming eyelashes, eyes as cold and cold as ice fields, and brows with a hint of melancholy. It is obviously an extremely charming face.

But almost all the women present only showed expressions of nervousness and fear when faced with such a beautiful appearance. Many even quietly took a step back.

Shopkeeper Yan Da came forward and extended his hand to say hello, "Master Cen, thank you for coming here."

Cen Qianshan did not take her hand and said two words coldly: "What's the matter?"

Shopkeeper Yan didn't take it seriously either. She naturally retracted her hand and opened the fan: "A few months ago, we discovered that the entrance to the ruins of Dongyue Ancient God Temple was open. We spent a huge amount of money to detect that there was a

There is a lifeless endless pool, and there is a nine-turn black lotus in the water of the pool."

Cen Qianshan didn't answer and waited silently for her to finish.

Shopkeeper Yan Da continued: "That Biluo Nine Turns Black Lotus is very important to our Yan family. Unfortunately, we are not capable enough and cannot get it no matter what. We can only ask Mr. Cen for help."

Cen Qianshan said calmly: "The ruins of the ancient gods can suppress the two paths of immortals and demons. Even if you attain enlightenment and enter the divine way, you will be no different from a disciple who has just entered the spiritual path."

Shopkeeper Yan Da looked at him and pointed out the most dangerous and difficult part, so he no longer concealed it: "In a few months, countless people went to the temple, but most of them could only wander around the Shinto.

You can’t even touch the temple door.”

The temple is a world belonging to the gods, where the laws of heaven and earth are different. All advanced spells and high-level talismans cannot be applied there. There are only some low-level puppets and low-level magic weapons that do not rely much on spiritual power, but are slightly more capable.

Have some effect.

The head of the Yan family knew the custom of asking Cen Qianshan to take action. She figured out Cen Qianshan's expression and took out a purple and gold dragon-patterned chime from the Qiankun bag she carried.

The body of this chime-shaped purple gold bowl is painted with patterns of clouds, dragons, and rain. The base is supported by ghost heads on all sides, and is connected to a slender and simple sandalwood handle. It is also equipped with a purple copper chime with a round top and a flat bottom.

As soon as this magic weapon was taken out, the midday light dimmed for a moment, and a faint dragon roar came from the sky and the earth, causing everyone's hearts to tremble.

Cen Qianshan finally raised his eyes, looked at the bronze chime for a moment, and stretched out his white-bandaged palm from his cloak. That meant he had accepted the job.

The head of the Yan family smiled and said: "This artifact was obtained from the Dongyue Temple. It can attract ghosts and gather the remaining souls. It is an extremely powerful Horcrux. My family is willing to spend 100,000 spirit stones to make it. After we get the Black Lotus, we will make it.

How about offering this as a reward?"

Cen Qianshan said nothing and did not take back his palms that were frozen in the air.

A woman came out from behind the shopkeeper.

This person's name only has the character Ling, and she is the eldest daughter of Shopkeeper Yan and the eldest lady of the Yan family.

At this moment, she had an angry look on her face: "You have lost several lives of my Yan family for this ancient Horcrux. You haven't done anything for us yet, and you want to get the artifact first? It's too arrogant!"

The man with a cold expression said calmly, "I, Cen Qianshan, have always followed this rule. Since you asked me to come, I will take over the matter, and the things must be left behind."

Yan Ling was furious, "If I don't keep it, do you still want to rob it?"

Cen Qianshan raised his eyes to look at her. The puppet on his shoulder suddenly turned its iron head 180 degrees, and its somewhat cute face changed into a ferocious look.

The ground suddenly roared and shook, and most people found it difficult to stand still, so they all used flying magic weapons.

Fans and chants were heard all over the place, and a six-armed, three-eyed, ferocious-looking Mahakala slowly appeared in mid-air, appearing and disappearing as a phantom.

The pressure of the demon was so overwhelming that she could hardly stand, and a sweet smell filled her throat.

The smoke shopkeeper took action to protect his daughter behind him.

"If you have something to say, everyone Cen has a good reputation, so of course we can trust you."

She never expected that Cen Qianshan would fall out whenever he disagreed with her. It was simply unreasonable.

As the head of the family, Shopkeeper Yan Da was rarely treated like this, and she felt very angry. However, she was very rich and had to bear with it.

Cen Qianshan once had a grudge against the Yan family and single-handedly destroyed half of the Yan family's foundation. It was only through her various mediations that the situation was eased. She really didn't want to create such a powerful enemy for her family again.

Yan Ling was covered in cold sweat as she was protected behind her mother.

She is the eldest daughter of the Yan family, and has been accustomed to being arrogant and domineering since she was a child. But at this moment, the person opposite her is more domineering, stronger and unreasonable than herself.

Looking at the tall figure standing in front of the huge shadow of the terrifying demon, she suddenly felt a sense of regret in her heart. She regretted that she had offended such a troublesome and powerful man by being provoked casually by others.

Yan Ling remembered the first time he met Cen Qianshan.

I was still very young at that time, and this terrifying man was just a thin and helpless boy.

It was at a large dinner party that the girl from the Lian family, whom she hung out with on weekdays, pointed out the delicate and beautiful boy to her.

"Did you see, it's that guy, but he was born as a lowly slave. I accidentally saw him at Lei's house, but he was just sent to serve at a small banquet. But he looked down on us and refused.

On the way, I hugged Master Mu's legs, climbed up a high branch, and coaxed him to accept me as his disciple."

At that time, Yan Ling was drunk, young and frivolous, and was used to being domineering. He didn't care about the Mu family or the Tu family, so he led a few people and cornered the boy into a small dark room with no one around.

"Beat me to death. I'll bear the burden of killing you."

She still remembered that she was sitting with her legs crossed, triumphantly, and drunkenly commanding several followers to push the young devil to the ground and bully him.

In fact, Cen Qianshan has been ruthless since he was a child. Three or five big men couldn't suppress him. The harder he was beaten, the harder he resisted, like a crazy little beast.

"You are quite a ferocious little brat. You are indeed a dirty brat who is capable of even killing your father." The daughter of the Lian family stood behind her and sneered.

"Someone actually accepts you as an apprentice?"

Cen Qianshan, who was furiously resisting, suddenly stopped moving. He seemed to become timid in an instant. He gritted his teeth and neither called for help nor made any resistance.
To be continued...