Chapter 835 Listening to the Demon King’s audio again
"You" Lingjun just spoke, and saw Yuanshi Tianzun pressed his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Let's talk after entering the room, Victoria is here."
Lingjun took a deep breath to calm down, then took the initiative to open the door and welcome Yuanshi Tianzun into the house.
It was just after dinner, and one of the two maids in the villa was cleaning the kitchen and the other was cleaning the living room.
Victoria's figure appeared next to the railing on the second floor. She was wearing a purple nightdress, her long chestnut hair was fluffed to one side, she had a perfect oval face, delicate and profound facial features, and charming light blue eyes.
She smiled condescendingly: "Long time no see!"
With such a beautiful older woman by his side, he still thinks about flirting with women all day long. Bah, Lingjun is such a scumbag! Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly and said:
"Elder Victoria, can you help me arrange a secret room blessed by the lunar calendar?"
The mature beauty with long chestnut hair looked at him for a few times and agreed readily: "No problem, but it's time for you to learn to control these powers by yourself."
Zhang Yuanqing shrugged: "It has only been half a month since I was promoted to Lord."
Lingjun took another deep breath, suppressed the urge to ask, sat on the soft sofa, and watched Victoria walk down the stairs, through the living room, and towards the basement.
Since Yuanshi Tianzun requested a secret room for protection, it means that what is discussed next cannot be published in broad daylight.
This also means that his mother's affairs are extremely important.
Lingjun took out a cigarette, lit it, blew out the white smoke, and ordered the maid: "Give the guest a glass of iced Coke."
The maid put down the mop and walked to the kitchen refrigerator.
Zhang Yuanqing said in surprise: "When did you learn to smoke?"
"It's just a prop to me, specially used to deal with beauties who like melancholy, handsome, and bad men. Of course, sometimes it can really help me ease my mood." Lingjun puffed out half a cigarette and exhaled a long breath.
Smoke: "Like now."
He dusted off his cigarette ashes and said:
"You should stop causing trouble recently. I estimate that the Night Rose, the Psionic Society, the Void Sect, and the Military Bishop are all preparing to deal with you. Your leveling speed is so terrifying that it has reached the point where even demigods are afraid of you.
"The unspoken rules are still there, the demigods may not take action, but if the peak master is used, a hundred of you will definitely die."
The unspoken rule is that demigods cannot personally participate in battles and massacre extraordinary beings, saints and masters.
Although the evil camp's walkers are well hidden, if a demigod takes action, they can actually be found easily. Like the Eye of the Sky in New Testament County, if it is controlled by a demigod, the rules-based price may not be able to destroy the demigod's vision.
At that time, what evil profession cannot be found? Find each one and kill each one. But unless the demigods of the two camps decide to become bare commanders, they will not end up personally.
This has the same logic as nuclear deterrence in the real world.
Zhang Yuanqing nodded and said: "The decisive battle between the evil camp and the lawful camp is not far away. No matter how terrifying my upgrade speed is, in the eyes of the demigods, I am just a genius who was born at the wrong time. Of course, if I succeed in imitating the marshal, in half a year
Once you are promoted to the peak master, the level of emphasis will be different."
Lingjun looked at him intently for a moment and suddenly sighed:
"Whether it's a decisive battle between good and evil, or whether you imitate the marshal, it's none of my business anyway. I'm just a saint. I have no future in this life. I just eat, drink, play and sleep with women. That's all."
Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of Coca-Cola and suddenly said: "You and Victoria are close, probably because you lack maternal love."
Lingjun was shocked: "Don't talk nonsense."
"me too."
Lingjun was shocked: "No wonder we are so in love."
Zhang Yuanqing laughed loudly, but secretly sighed in his heart. Lingjun lost his mother when he was young and was bullied by his older brothers. When he was older, he would live with his grandfather and live under someone else's roof.
Victoria was the only light in his childhood.
Under Lingjun's casual and lazy appearance, he actually hides a cautious heart. No one loves him or relies on him, so he doesn't dare to fight for anything and can only pretend to be cool.
Over the years, he has lost motivation for his career and upgrades. He does not have Fu Qingyang's fighting spirit and pride that even though ten thousand people are going to him, all ten thousand people are at my feet.
Lingjun, if nothing happened to revive his fighting spirit, would probably remain depressed, living a leisurely life of eating, drinking, having fun, and sleeping with women.
The above analysis all comes from the talent of the Nihilist.
The Void was also known as the "Inner Demon" in ancient times. It is the talent of the "Inner Demon" to sense the target's truest psychology, dig out the target's deepest fears, and spy on the target's most sincere emotions.
According to the Empress of Sandao Mountain, ancient practitioners, from being extraordinary to being a master, and from being a master to being a human immortal, all had to go through heavenly tribulations.
Inner demons like to take advantage of ancient monks when they are going through heavenly tribulations.
When Zhang Yuanqing had almost finished the Ice Cream, Victoria happened to return from the basement and said:
"The place is ready for use. When the door is opened, the formation is in an open state and is not protected by the twelfth yin. When the door is closed, the formation is activated."
After saying that, she stretched her waist lazily and went upstairs in cotton slippers.
Lingjun stood up immediately, "I'll take you there."
The basement of Victoria's house is much cleaner and tidier than Elder Zhao's, with elm floors and steps, and a space of more than 40 square meters, where some maintenance tools, clean mop heads, brooms and spare household supplies are piled.
Old furniture and worthless sundries are thrown away directly by large households and never piled up at home.
"This way."
Lingjun led him through the basement to a small room on the left, where the Taiyin was sheltered. The door wall and floor were covered with black spiritual patterns.
Zhang Yuanqing looked at these formations carefully and found that they were not the same as the formations described by Elder Zhao, but they were very similar, with the same core and random appearance.
Are there different ways to depict the Taiyin array? Or, as long as part of the core array is correct, the details can be played out at will? Zhang Yuanqing silently wrote it down, planning to ask Lao Bangzi for advice when he has the opportunity.
Lingjun couldn't wait to close the door, stared at him, and asked hastily:
"What on earth did you ask me for today, and why did you mention my mother?"
Zhang Yuanqing sat down cross-legged and grabbed a black, palm-sized pocket speaker from his trouser pocket.
He placed the speaker in front of him, "Do you know what this is?"
Lingjun shook his head.
"This is a relic of the Demon King. Although the grade is not high, it is very special. It is a prop that cannot be put in the inventory and must be carried with you at all times." Zhang Yuanqing introduced the Elvis Speaker:
"The Demon Lord uses it to record his own heart, trying to use his kind self yesterday to awaken his fallen self tomorrow, in order to fight against the erosion of the Fallen Holy Grail. Because he always carries it with him, it is inevitable that he will record some content that requires payment."
At this point, Zhang Yuanqing slapped the Elvis speaker: "The audio I told you last night can now be played."
"Zizzi." A deep voice came from Elvis Presley's speaker: "I'm done playing with her, and if I don't pay her, it's not a sale!"
"What do you mean?" Lingjun lowered his head and looked at the speaker, then looked at Yuanshi Tianzun with confusion on his face.
Zhang Yuanqing's mouth twitched: "It's insinuating that we want to have sex for free. Take out your phone and play some music for it."
When Lingjun heard this, he took out his mobile phone and asked, "What song does it like?"
"The Chrysalis."
"It's still a baby." Lingjun laughed, opened the music software, and played the children's war song.
A song ends quickly.
Lingjun put away his cell phone and stared at the Elvis speaker expectantly.
"Zizzi." After a burst of electricity, a sharp and high-pitched voice came from the speaker:
"Little enemy, use force, force, I'm going to die soon."
Lingjun looked up at Zhang Yuanqing with a confused expression, wondering whether to laugh or cry: "You came to the capital in a mysterious way just to get the audio of me, the gossip devil, sleeping with a woman?"
Don’t you think this woman’s voice is very familiar? Zhang Yuanqing said heartily.
The joy in the audio continued, and the hoarse laughter of the Demon Lord came:
"Auntie, you, like Teng'er, have not been whipped. Could it be that after your husband returned to the spiritual realm, you didn't find another lover?"
Lingjun's expression suddenly solidified.
He looked at Zhang Yuanqing blankly, and Zhang Yuanqing looked back calmly, and the heavy blows echoed between the two of them.
As fast as the wind, as sudden as the rain, as aggressive as fire, and as loud as the tide.
Lingjun rushed towards the Elvis speaker with a ferocious expression, as if he was the enemy who killed his father, no, the enemy who killed his mother.
Zhang Yuanqing slammed him down and subdued him with his master's physique.
Lingjun was dissatisfied and shouted: "Are you here to humiliate me?!"
Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly comforted him: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, the fun will come later."
As he finished speaking, the devil's lewd smile came from the Elvis speaker:
"Aunt, I heard from Teng'er that she also has an aunt? You look so pretty, it would be nice to have that sister."
Lingjun was furious: "Why the hell are you still insulting my mother? Is this what you call business?"
"Calm down!" Zhang Yuanqing comforted him: "Don't get angry when your family is involved."
But when he thought that he wouldn't be furious at this, then he would be furious at something, so he stopped talking and chose to use physical means to calm him down.
Finally, after the four people in the audio and real world experienced a new round of physical exercise, Teng'er's mother's sigh sounded from the loudspeaker:
"My sister is the wife of the leader of the Taiyi Sect. She returned to the spiritual realm the year after giving birth to a child. The Taiyi Sect announced that she died in the spiritual realm, but I don't think her death was simple."
Hearing these words, Lingjun, who was struggling hard, stiffened.
In the audio, the demon king asked: "How do you say it?"
"She was indeed about to enter the spiritual realm during that time, but, she had a phone call with me before she entered the spiritual realm. She said that she discovered a terrible secret. My sister did not tell me what the secret was, but she only told me that if
If something unexpected happens to her one day in the future, she will raise Lingjun well."
"Why don't you tell your father about this?"
"I'm afraid this matter involves the master of Taiyi Sect."
At this point in the broadcast, Zhang Yuanqing climbed up from Lingjun and patted the top of Elvis Presley's speaker. The audio stopped immediately. There was no need for Lingjun to hear the subsequent clip of the Demon King injecting life source liquid into his aunt's body.
"This is what happened." Zhang Yuanqing said.
Lingjun sat cross-legged and said nothing, his eyes straightened, and he was lost in thought: "Her death has something to do with the master of Taiyi Sect."
Although he had no feelings for the stallion father and even hated him very much, after hearing his aunt's speculation, he still could not accept the cruelty that his biological father might kill his mother.
At the same time, the fact that his mother might be killed caused an unknown evil fire in his heart.
"No, no." Lingjun shook his head vigorously, and his voice became excited: "My mother died in the spirit realm. I remember that Elder Zhao was present and witnessed it with his own eyes. The video and the servants can also testify, and it was indeed true during that time
This is the point where she enters the dungeon."
As the wife of the leader of the Taiyi Sect and the daughter of Elder Miao, such a big thing as returning to the spiritual realm must be checked and confirmed repeatedly, and it is impossible not to investigate deeply.
"Don't get excited!" Zhang Yuanqing sensed Lingjun's overwhelming emotions and quickly helped him calm down. His failure to calm down just now was purely because he had bad taste and wanted to see Lingjun embarrassed and driven crazy.
After Lingjun's condition returned to calm, Zhang Yuanqing got straight to the point:
"Your mother left a relic, and I got it. I won't tell you what it is, and I won't show it to you. You don't know anything. It's the safest thing. It's the same for you and me.
"
"Then what do you want from me?"
"That thing requires a key to open, and it is related to the wood demon profession. Think carefully, did your mother tell you anything before she returned to the spirit realm? Or, recall everything about your mother." Zhang Yuanqing was just missing.
To put it directly: the cultivation methods of spiritual plants.
But he can't leak any more information. If he talks too much, Lingjun's future will change accordingly.
Lingjun smiled bitterly: "Didn't my aunt say that the year after she gave birth to me, she returned to the spirit realm? I was only two years old, and I didn't even remember her before weaning."
He recalled carefully for a moment, shook his head and said: "She didn't leave me any special and important relics. Those things she had during her lifetime were either taken away by her grandfather or disposed of by Taiyi Sect."
There was no relic left for Lingjun, and he didn't even have the ability to talk to his mother. Zhang Yuanqing was unwilling to give up, "You think about it again?"
Lingjun thought seriously for a moment and shook his head again:
"I can't think of it. Even if she left the key, it should have nothing to do with me. However, if my mother really left the key, I think it might be at Miao's house.
"Grandpa, uncle, aunt, it's all possible. I'll take you to see them now."
Before Zhang Yuanqing could refuse, he suddenly let out a breath of frustration: "No, if this matter is related to the stallion, revealing it to the Miao family will only lead to disaster."
Zhang Yuanqing's heart moved. The secret is hidden in the seed. The seed is the key. The method of cultivation is actually irrelevant. This is irrelevant, which means it is irrelevant in "destiny".
If the person who knows how to cultivate does not know the existence of seeds, then there is no causal relationship between the two.
Only those who know how to cultivate and know the existence of seeds will stand out in the long river of destiny.
In other words, Lingjun's biological mother will most likely tell her relatives how to cultivate him.
After all, Lingjun was not the Night God, so he didn't know the secret. Zhang Yuanqing had no intention of telling him, so he stood up and said:
"I will continue to investigate this matter. Just pretend you don't know anything and don't try to investigate. Once you take action, Stargazing will be able to sense that you are from the Taiyi Sect. You should understand this.
"I will tell you the results in the future."
After saying that, he picked up the Elvis speaker, put it in his pocket, and walked towards the door.
Lingjun took a deep breath, suppressed all his emotions, and forced himself not to think about it. Just as he was about to stand up to see them off, he heard the "sizzling" sound of electricity coming from Yuanshi Tianzun's pocket:
"There is only one good mother in the world, and a mother's child is like a treasure."
Is that prop comforting me? Lingjun felt warm in his heart, and then he heard the audio change: "Duck shit~"
"Sorry, it's quite petty." Zhang Yuanqing slapped his trouser pocket, opened the door, and dissipated into starlight.
Grandma's house, in the bedroom.
The clone Zhang Yuanqing suddenly appeared. He placed the Elvis speaker on the desk and his body disappeared immediately.
An invisible hand reached over and took away the Elvis speaker.
Zhang Yuanqing, who was wearing the companion spirit moon and entered the state of night wandering, took out his mobile phone and played "You Shouldn't Use Love" on the Elvis speaker.
When the song ended, he said in a deep voice:
"I want to listen to all the audios from Demon Lord and Teng'er's mother."
He suspected that the method of nurturing lies in the members of the Miao family. Elder Miao did not have many children, and together with the dead Miao Fengling, there were only three children in total.
In the context of peak dominance, demigods, and procreation, this is a breath of fresh air.
With the Demon Lord's hostility and concern for the Taiyi Sect, he would definitely inquire about the cause of Lingjun's mother's death, her relics, and other information. And given Miao Teng'er's mother's emotional dependence on the Demon Lord, she would definitely know everything and tell him everything.
"Zizzi." The familiar sound of electricity came from the Elvis Presley speaker:
"You, you are asking for me day and night, do you want me to get pregnant?"