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Chapter 715

Shen Lang and Leng Yanji looked at the old devil in silence. Leng Jun's former residence is said to be one of the oldest courtyards in Buzhou Mountain. Although it has gone through thousands of years of wind and rain, the courtyard is still maintained due to continuous repairs by the younger generations.

As it is.

Looking to the south, there is a martial arts training ground. There are faint footprints and knife marks sunken into the bluestone. There is a stone platform directly east of the martial arts training ground. On the platform is a dark ruler that has lasted for thousands of years.

Perhaps a long, long time ago, there was an old man in the martial arts arena who was holding a dark ruler and staring at the young Demon Lord Lengshu as he practiced his swordsmanship. As long as the young Demon Lord slacked off even a little bit, the ruler would probably fall into his lap.

On the body.

Looking to the north, you can see a stone statue standing. The stone statue is naturally that of Demon Lord Lengshu, but that stone statue appears to be extremely low, because next to the stone statue of Demon Lord Lengshu, there is a taller stone statue.

It is the stone statue of the unknown demon lord.

Looking at the former ruler and the former stone statue, the nameless old devil did not feel any regrets. Instead, he smiled and said to Leng Yanji: "Leng Shu was the first disciple I accepted. He called me Master at the beginning.

, since you have inherited his bloodline and mantle, you are the same as him in my eyes, so you can just call me as he did back then."

Leng Yanji was stunned for a moment. Although the old demon's words were very casual, she still felt a kind of love from that casual tone. That kind of love still exists across thousands of years, and it is reflected today from Demon Lord Leng Shu.

transferred to her body.

Thinking about the many stories in the magic legend and the awe-inspiring ancestor of Demon Lord Leng Shu, Leng Yanji deeply felt that she could replace her ancestor's position in the heart of the Demon Lord. This was a supreme honor, so she

I want to call you Master sincerely.

But the old devil smiled again and said: "But at this moment, at that moment, I am no longer the same person as I used to be. The older people get, the more they want to be young, and they want to be as free and unrestrained as young people, so the more they worry about being old.

No respect. Since there is no respect, then the word "respect" can be dispensed with. Besides, people coexist between heaven and earth, and there is no essential difference between them. Who has the qualifications to be respected by others?"

At this point, the old devil looked at Leng Yanji with a softer look, and continued: "So, the word "master" is omitted, you don't need to pour tea, and you don't need to make a big salute. I am indeed a little old. From now on, you will

Just call me teacher."

Although the old devil had already said that there was no need to salute, Leng Yanji still lowered her head slightly, performed the courtesy of a junior, and said seriously: "Disciple has met the teacher."

"Be good." The old devil smiled and touched her head.

When Shen Lang saw this scene, he felt a little sour in his heart. He thought of his previous speculation again and thought to himself: The old devil really loves Leng Yanji in his heart! The scene in front of him is as if he is recognizing his biological daughter.

?No wonder this guy, Lao Mo, didn't teach me anything, but he taught me Haoran's Sky Control Finger. I'm afraid he wanted me to help Leng Yanji stabilize the cold intrusion in her body, right?

"Damn! When I think about it, why do I feel like he picked me up halfway? Leng Yanji is the one who kissed me? Well... well, I seem to have bumped into Demon Bones on the way, and

Leng Yanji is a descendant of the Lengshu Demon Lord..."

Thinking about these things, Shen Lang couldn't help but said bitterly: "Oh, someone is really partial!"

The old devil glared at him and said: "You have taken advantage of me, why don't you sigh!"

"Really? Why don't I think so?" Shen Lang's face was full of disbelief, and he directly took Lao Mo to a distance to reason: "Do you dare to say that you deliberately taught me that Haoran Yutian pointed at Leng Yanji?"

"Why are you so like a white-eyed wolf who can't get enough to eat?" The old devil laughed and scolded: "If it weren't for the protective energy of Haoran Qi in your body, how could you be so comfortable getting along with Leng Yanji day and night? The Devil's Heart Pill is the cold tree demon.

You created it in conjunction with your own secret method. There are almost no people in the world who can crack that secret method."

"Uh..." Shen Lang nodded, feeling that what he said made sense. The Devil's Heart Pill is indeed difficult to deal with, and even the Taotie Devil Technique cannot resolve it. If he hadn't learned Haoran's Heaven-Controlling Finger, I'm afraid he would still be in trouble.

I have a headache.

"Her secret method is ineffective against you, and because of the specialness of her bloodline, she may still rely on you in the future. Who do you think I am helping?" the old devil said again.

"Okay! What you said makes sense." Shen Lang actually didn't care too much about this issue, so he stopped entangled and changed the subject and said: "The mainland is far more exciting than Buzhou Mountain. Do you want to go with me?

change?"

While saying this, Shen Lang was still playing tricks secretly, thinking that this old devil could hurt the Dongxu Realm with just a shout. What's there to fear if he takes such a master with him and travels all over the world? And for a long time.

After getting along with him, he felt a bit like a teacher and a friend towards Lao Mo. It would be good if they stayed together for a long time.

"Humph, you don't need to have any evil thoughts. The young eagle must learn to fly on its own and don't always rely too much on others." The old devil said: "And you don't think too highly of me. I am just a remnant soul. Occasionally

The town-fighting scene may be okay, but if we really have to fight, it will consume too much soul power. Do you want me to sleep for ten thousand years again?"

"Well, since you want to stay here, I won't force you." Shen Lang said, "At the worst, I will come visit you again when I have the opportunity."

"It's not that troublesome. My soul is connected to the devil's bones. No matter where you go, it's not difficult to contact each other." The old devil said with a smile: "If you encounter any problems or have nothing to do,

Anyone who wants to chat with me can contact this residual soul of mine through the demon bone."

Leng Yanji did not hear the conversation between Shen Lang and the unknown old devil. Although they were on the same roof and very close to each other, the devil took a few steps away from Shen Lang and whispered.

Of course she wouldn't eavesdrop on that teacher's respect.

After a while, after explaining some private matters, the old devil turned back with Shen Lang. Then the old devil took Leng Yanji's hand, put it into Shen Lang's hand, and said seriously and solemnly: "Boy, this is my last confession.

, my only female disciple will be entrusted to you from now on, you should take more care of her."

"Uh..." Shen Lang took Leng Yanji's hand back from the old demon. He vaguely felt that the holding of hands this time was a little different from the past. He didn't understand what was different for a while, but he still agreed to the old demon.

He asked, nodded and said: "Then I understand."

"Then let's go." The old devil waved his sleeves freely.

Shen Lang nodded again, turned around and left with Leng Yanji.

The old devil was still sitting on the roof, looking at the two people who turned and left in the morning light. At this moment, a wisp of yellowish leaves on the treetops fell on the old devil's shoulders. The old devil picked up the withered yellow leaf and thought in his heart

Suddenly I felt a little more emotional.

"Sure enough, you are a bit old. Why don't you return to the old age? The world's major issues, good and evil, have nothing to do with me, so let the young guys do it." After saying this, he put down the film and sobbed.

The leaves on the tree were dropped, and the leaves continued to fall downward, and finally landed at the roots of the big tree.

Fallen leaves must return to their roots, and Buzhou Mountain is their root...


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