In a forest somewhere to the south, there stood a man in black robes. He was tall and slender, and his long, thick hair was a bit darker than his clothes.
The robe has narrow sleeves and is waisted, and the belt and cuffs are embroidered with simple patterns with gold thread. The long, straight and powerful legs are hidden under the hem. Only when the forest wind blows can you get a glimpse of them.
The man wore a mask on the lower half of his face, revealing only half of his nose and a pair of dark eyes. Some broken hair hung down in front of his eyes. Although it hid some of the sharpness in the cold eyes, it was not scattered around him.
The combination of evil spirits creates a gloomy and eerie feeling that makes one's heart palpitate.
Between the green forest, a flash of black flashed intermittently. It was very fast. It arrived behind the man in a short while, and then he knelt down humbly and fearfully.
"Fang Huai has met the Reverend. I am late to pick you up. Please forgive me." Fang Huai is a very round and fat man. His body is not particularly tall. After kneeling down, he almost shrinks into a ball. He looks tall.
Somewhat funny.
His forehead was covered with fine sweat, his head was lowered, his eyes only dared to fall on the small area in front of him, and he did not dare to look beyond the scope of the man in front of him.
I met this person three months ago. At that time, he and several acquaintances on the road were exploring a famous sinkhole somewhere. He heard that the sinkhole was unfathomable, that there were high-level dragons living underneath, and that countless treasures were hidden in the cave.
, so it attracted many monks to go deep into it without fear of death.
The five of them went deep underground without any danger, and wandered around the cave tirelessly for a long time, but strangely they didn't encounter anything.
Just when they thought the rumors were false, they suddenly ran into a man in black clothes covered in blood. He was covered in a fishy stench that was disgusting, but even a stench could not make people ignore the devilish aura around him, and
The red pupils were full of murderous intent.
At the critical moment, he cleverly knelt down and surrendered on the spot, expressing his willingness to follow him for life and listen to his orders.
At that time, he didn't know whether this decision was right or wrong, but he didn't care so much in order to save his life first. There were only two people who left the underground that day, him and the master he had just recognized.
"How did things go?" The man's voice was unexpectedly cold and pleasant, with a calmness without any emotion, just like the indifference with which his sword killed people.
"It's all done." Fang Huai handed out an invitation and held it respectfully in front of him, "My identity is Lu Jin, the Hundred Man Killer. He is the leader of one side of the God-killing Hall. His nameplate gives him the authority to enter the sect."
The post suddenly detached from his hand and fell firmly into the man's hand. He opened it and took a quick look at it before quickly closing it.
"You don't have to kneel anymore." Putting away the things, Gu Yuqi turned his eyes slightly and glanced at Fang Huai's head with his peripheral vision.
When he was in the sinkhole, he was injured in a battle with a dragon and almost died. After being seriously injured, he met the Five Adventurers by chance.
Although he was seriously injured, he could barely kill these people. However, Fang Huai's timely surrender made him a little surprised. He spared his life for the sake of his temporary usefulness. Now it seems that there is indeed some
usefulness.
The posture of kneeling does not necessarily mean sincerity. It is easier to control if you have fear and desire in your heart. He does not disdain this form of conquest.
After that night in Weicheng, it was reported that he had massacred the disciples of Jian Zong and seriously injured the elder Yuanying, which completely confirmed his reputation as a traitor to the sect and became a demon. The Jian Zong also changed its conservative stance of capturing alive to a radical one of on-the-spot treatment.
Fight until death.
Since he merged with the relics, the influence of demonic energy on his consciousness has basically disappeared, and even if he cultivates demons in the future, he can still keep the altar clear.
It's just that I haven't been completely demonized, and I haven't taken any action against the former disciples of the sect. I'm afraid no one will believe it.
Since then, he has become a representative of evildoers in the world of cultivation. Gu Yuqi has always felt that the thing that affects him the most is that he has to conceal his identity before doing anything, which is really troublesome.
As for his former master, he will not show any mercy to those who attack him.
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Mocha Sect, on Luohua Peak.
Tong Yan was really shocked when she received the news. It was from Su Mu, and the content was to invite her to his wedding banquet.
Wedding banquet, getting married! It's strange that she doesn't feel frightened when this guy suddenly wants to marry a wife.
Especially when the person she met was the cold goddess Jiang Qingle, she suddenly felt that the world was about to become magical.
Not long after, guests from Baiyin Valley came to visit. After sending wedding invitations, they left in a hurry.
A month later, the congratulatory team of the Mosha Sect set off for Baiyin Valley.
Baiyue is located in the northeast of Mocha Sect, with undulating mountains and plains and lakes interspersed in a well-proportioned manner.
Traveling through the sky in a flying boat, when passing by a certain place, Tong Yan lay on the edge of the boat and looked down for a long time. Was it several years ago or how long ago? She came out of the Huangchen Secret Realm and landed at this place.
After so many years, I don’t know what happened to those acquaintances now.
He Zhan stood next to her, saw her looking at the city on the ground with a nostalgic look, and asked: "Sister Yan, have you been here?"
"I came here a few years ago." She couldn't remember the time, but it didn't matter.
"Want to go down and have a look? I'll accompany you."
Tong Yan shook her head. They were all a group of people working hard to live. She didn't know them, but she liked their positive persistence.
Because Shang Xun had to deal with matters within the sect, the person leading the team this time was Junior Master Shu Rong Yaoling. In addition to the two inseparable Xiao He, there were a dozen or so ordinary disciples who supported the scene.
The flying boat traveled at full speed for several days, and arrived safely at Baiyin Valley on a sunny and windy day.
Before the flying boat landed, Tong Yan, who was looking down from above, thought for a moment that he was coming to Baihua Valley instead of Baiyin Valley.
Baiyingu specializes in musical instruments, but it is not limited to music cultivation. It is inclusive and allows a hundred flowers to bloom. Basically, all the training methods you can think of are available here.
Confucianism cultivators, medical cultivators, cooking wizards, and wise men who are aware of spirits and can observe the stars and make predictions. Although they may only predict the weather in a few days, they are all wonderful.
The main music cultivator only has two major branches: dance and music, which are also the two professions with the largest number of disciples in the entire sect.
Tong Yan and the others followed the leading disciple from Baiyin Valley all the way to the lobby where guests were greeted. The place they passed was lined with pavilions, flowers and grass, and birds chirping. It was more like a mountainside than a sect.
Summer resort.
Anyway, her style of painting is very different from other sexy bitches!
This is because there are many low-level disciples in Baiyin Valley, as well as side cultivators who accidentally introduce Qi into their bodies and have no idea how to practice. Their physiques are only slightly better than those of ordinary people. In order to accommodate these ordinary disciples, every inch of the valley
The land has added a lot of human flavor.
After walking through a section of the long corridor, I heard footsteps approaching. Tong Yan landed half a step behind Rong Yaoling. Looking up, I could see who was coming in a hurry.
"Yanyan!" Shen Zhuangheng, the taciturn and calm future young husband in the image of the disciples of Baiyin Valley, suddenly ran towards the other woman eagerly and joyfully.
The moment she saw the person, Tong Yan shouted excitedly, raised her arms and shook her arms vigorously to say hello, "Su Mu!"
The face of the disciple who led the way changed subtly, and his eyes looked back and forth between the two of them. Before he married the young master, he was already flirting with other women. After getting married, it would be okay.
Do they, the young master, know that the young husband has a woman he cares about? If he knows but is still willing to marry the young husband, what kind of humble love would that be.