Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 285 Who is Whose Inner Demon
The first day of the Qinghe Club ended peacefully in such a joyful and peaceful atmosphere.

Those demons who were ready to make a move also took the opportunity to move out. It only took a short time to transform the venue of the Qinghe Association into a night market temple fair.

The foreign monks, who had been prepared for the style of Qianji Town, were not overly surprised this time and quickly integrated into it.

Some of them who were quick-witted even joined the ranks of setting up stalls.

However, some of them were caught by their own masters, while others were taken over by their own masters.

Li Jue followed Xia Yan with a poor face, walking on the temporarily designated pedestrian street.

He was embarrassed and lost money today, and he really couldn't muster up any energy.

The two stopped in front of a stall. The monk who was setting up his stall on the ground was praising the bottles and jars on his stall, praising the pills in them to the sky.

He had good eloquence, but his technique was a bit rough, and he couldn't completely erase the secret mark of Medicine King Valley on the jade bottle.

But Xia Yan acted as if she didn't notice anything and just listened to the monk bragging. Only after the monk died did she put the medicine bottle back into his hand and handed him half a bag of spirit stones.

"How many bottles would you like?" The monk took the spirit stones and smiled happily.

"I don't want a single bottle, because I'm from Medicine King Valley, and I made your medicine. Your slogan is good, I stole it." After saying that, Xia Yan patted the dazed Li Jue and walked to the next stall.

There was a white-faced monk standing there, with a large transparent vat floating beside him. The spiritual energy in the vat was as dense as substance, and several half-fish, half-grass creatures were swimming in the vat.

That thing aroused Xia Yan's interest.

Seeing those strange fish, Li Jue also perked up a little.

"Is this fish for sale?"

The monk frowned and glanced at Li Jue. "No, these are my disciples. Also, I'm not setting up a stall. I'm taking my disciples shopping."

Li Jue probably lost his mind and added, "Is your apprentice selling it?"

White-faced monk, "?"

Xia Yan quickly stepped in, apologized, and prevented a meaningless quarrel.

She stepped on Li Jue's foot, then smiled and said to the white-faced monk, "Have you ever considered letting your disciple join the Beast Taming Sect?"

White-faced monk, "."

The collision between weird customs and new things seems to be more interesting than the competition.

It's not just Xia Yan and Li Jue, most others are like this as well.

Even if they are not hermit sects, most cultivators operate in their own provinces and counties. Apart from the group in Longhu Mountain who are used to shopping, there are very few people who travel all over Dongzhou.

For many people, these strange people and things from all over the four continents are even more interesting than the Qinghe Society itself.

However, the hottest topic tonight is still Zhang Ze and Qianji Pavilion.

The shocking battle between Zhang Ze and Lily, which was much ado about nothing, shocked many people.

Those who could see the trick in Zhang Ze's method were puzzled. After watching it, they began to deduce and simulate what they would do if they were faced with him.

As for those who didn't see the trick or just gave up, they began to collect information about Zhang Ze and other players and acted as middlemen.

After all, since I'm here, I have to earn some money for the trip back.

And Zhang Ze's image gradually became outrageous after being pieced together from the mouths of those monsters like a hammer in the east and a club in the west.

In particular, the rumor that he was the illegitimate son of a high-ranking Buddhist monk was spread with great fanfare. The young monk with whom he had close ties became strong evidence of this outrageous rumor.

But Zhang Ze doesn't care about this.

"Don't try to dispel rumors like this. The more you dispel them, the more likely they are to become true. All you have to do is wait for the hype to die down, or make up an even more outrageous rumor."

"Really?" Chen Qin asked.

"When have I ever lied to you? Tomorrow, when I unleash the power of the other sects, they can't possibly claim I'm the illegitimate son of the Six Sects."

"really."

After comforting his junior sister, Zhang Ze walked out from the back hall, looked at Lily who was still wearing the yellow robe, and then looked at the middle-aged man sitting below.

This man is the leader of the Baixi Sect, Taoist Baixi. He came here to seek refuge in the Qianji Pavilion.

Today, the monks from Qianji Pavilion showed their great power, and many people were tempted to do something, but the only one who acted so decisively was Taoist Master Baixi.

As a small sect in Qingjing, Baixi Sect actually has no shortcomings except for its small number of people and weak strength.

In the eyes of other serious cultivators, the Baixi Sect's signature tricks, such as the Immortal Rope and the Sky-reaching Rope, are very suitable for performing during festivals to entertain their masters and fellow disciples.

Because it's so funny, the Baixi Sect has only ten people in total, including Taoist Master Baixi.

There were nineteen the year before last, and nine ran away last year, so there are only ten left.

Taoist Master Baixi spread his hands and said, "This is the situation of my Baixi Sect. If you don't mind, just accept us in and let us do odd jobs."

The nine disciples behind him nodded in agreement.

"Oh, so you're just going to give up your sect's assets?" Lily asked.

"Hey, I didn't have any property. I squandered it all a long time ago." The Taoist priest of Baixi said with a wry smile, "Now all I have left is a large compound on South Street in Fangyang Town and this Baixi costume I'm wearing."

Like a magician, he touched the patched clothes and took out a land deed. He said to Zhang Ze, "I bought that tenement from your Sword Sect."

"Master, stop playing the victim." Zhang Ze sat down and said, "We at Qianji Pavilion are practical and don't talk about empty things. This sect is still a sect, no matter how small it is. How can we let Master do menial work?"

"Just tell me what you want."

As expected of a street performer, the Taoist Master Baixi was not embarrassed at all after his secret was revealed. He rubbed his hands and said.

"My little Taoist, I'm planning to play the pig and eat the tiger. I think that since this servant has a low status, I can make a big splash and then give my disciples some benefits."

"I have what Qianji Pavilion needs right now."

Putting away his playful expression, Taoist Master Baixi said seriously.

"I'm not complaining, but the fact that I squandered all the sect's wealth is indeed related to your Qianji Pavilion.

"Last year, the Thousand Machines Pavilion was gaining momentum, and I wanted to get in on the action. After all, our sect has learned a lot, and I know a bit about the art of refining. So I bought a lot of Thousand Machines magical instruments, intending to disassemble and replicate them.

"Although I made some discoveries, I lost all my family fortune. I even sold the mountain that my master passed down to me."

"What did you find?" Lily asked.

"I discovered that my puppetry skills are surprisingly compatible with your Thousand Machine Puppets."

As he spoke, he shook his sleeves, and a thousand Jige puppets fell out of the Baixi costume.

Taoist Master Baixi didn't seem to use any tricks, but the puppet started to move under his control, and its flexibility was no less than that of Lily herself.

"I came up with this method last year. There's probably room for improvement. I wonder if it's a valid way to prove my loyalty."

"It's not a sophisticated trick. If you were given time, I think you would also create a similar method. I'm just trying to please you." Taoist Master Baixi said bluntly.

The Baixi Sect has been researching these fancy things that have nothing to do with cultivating immortals for hundreds of years, and has indeed come up with some results.

If there were no Qianji Pavilion, this puppet show would probably have disappeared in the history of the four continents after the remaining nine disciples of Taoist Master Baixi ran away.

Zhang Ze also discovered another interesting thing, that is, the skills recorded in his broken system were not real-time.

Among the Baixi sect skills that can be exchanged within the system, there is no puppetry technique that was newly developed by Taoist Master Baixi last year.

So where did the system get these skills?
"No problem, but the details of this matter will have to be handled after the Qinghe meeting. Before that, please keep it confidential."

Zhang Ze put the system matter aside and gave Taoist Master Baixi an answer.

"Of course, I understand. I won't make things difficult for Qianji Pavilion." Taoist Master Baixi understood what Zhang Ze meant after careful consideration.

No matter how Qianji Pavilion sees it, in the eyes of other sects, Baiximen is just a funny character with bad reputation. If Baiximen can get on their good side so easily, then they can't eat meat in large bowls either.

For the sake of one's own peace and the interests of the small Karamis like Baiximen, confidentiality is necessary.

Probably as a gift, when Taoist Master Baixi left, although he did not leave behind the specific methods of puppetry, he did leave behind the puppet he bought from Qianji Pavilion, as well as the land deed.

"This Taoist Master Baixi is a talented person."

"Indeed." Lily responded absentmindedly. She was squatting on the ground studying the puppet left by Taoist Master Baixi.

"I'm not talking about this puppet show, I'm talking about this."

Zhang Ze turned the deed over and showed the back to Lily.

Something is wrong with one of my disciples.

After Taoist Baixi brought his nine disciples back to their residence, he did not do anything extra, but arranged for his disciples to rest as if he knew nothing.

Although he is a small figure and the method he practices is very funny, it also has its own unique features.

Taoist Baixi glanced at the back of one of his disciples, then turned and left.

After returning to his room, the man paused, his mind wandering as a wisp of purple air drifted out of his mouth. The Baixi Sect disciple blinked, not noticing anything unusual. Suddenly feeling sleepy, he yawned and fell into a deep sleep.

The wisp of purple air disappeared without a trace after entering the ground.

A few streets away, Xiao Teng opened his eyes and inhaled the purple air back through his nose.

As a smart boy who thinks he is a smart guy, Xiao Teng, the destined man of the Hundred Demons Sect, is used to taking everything into his own hands.

As for Zhang Ze, he initially thought that this was just a casual move by his father, but after seeing his methods today, he became interested.

He planned to severely humiliate him at the Qinghe meeting.

He came here this time to crush the world's talents. It was particularly pleasurable to crush this kind of special genius.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but recently he always felt like he was at the center of the stage, with everyone looking at him.

He was intoxicated by the feeling of having everyone's eyes on him.

"I wonder what Miss Li is doing now?" Xiao Teng thought of his 'close female friend' again.

In the courtyard of Xiao Teng's residence.

Shi Xiu, who had transformed into Miss Li, was squatting on the ground, staring at a blade of grass in a daze.

Or to exchange information.

Shi Xiu didn't move his mouth and didn't make any sound. He looked at the grass with lifeless eyes and communicated with Xiaoxue, who had turned into grass, through his spiritual consciousness.

"Xiaoxue, is it fun to threaten me? When will you delete those photos for me?"

"What photos? I don't know."

The little grass on the ground began to sway.

"Forget it, let's not talk about the photos. Are you saying that Xiao Teng just went to test Qianji Pavilion in person?" Shi Xiu asked.

"Yeah, but he was discovered. That Taoist Master Baixi is quite interesting. Master is right. Don't underestimate people."

The grass continued to sway.

"By the way, Xiao Shizi, have you found anything?" Xiao Xue asked.

Shi Xiu pretended not to hear Xiao Xue's teasing. After a moment's silence, he said, "Nothing unusual. From what I've observed recently, apart from Xiao Teng, no one else knows what they're going to do."

"but."

"But what?" Xiaoxue asked.

"I've observed the positions of all the sects related to the Hundred Demons Sect's Dark Rudder, as well as some cultivators who have been imbued with the aura of the Innate Dao Embryo. It seems that their corresponding positions here are constantly changing."

"Being ordered by someone? Who? Xiao Teng?" Xiaoxue didn't understand.

"No, no one is directing them. They are all just following the flow. They have entered the game and have no choice."

"I don't understand." Xiaoxue, who is illiterate when it comes to formation layout, asked what Shi Xiu was talking about.

The grass is swaying.

"Sunflower, you know, the momentum is the sun, and those people are the sunflowers." Shi Xiu sighed.

"Oh, oh? Someone's coming."

The grass stopped swaying.

"Junior Sister Li, what are you looking at?"

The coquettish Xiao Teng squatted beside Shi Xiu with a greasy look on his face, giving him an annoying smile.

Shi Xiu was silent for a while. It was the first time he realized that pretending to be cool was such an annoying thing. Maybe he was also like that in Xiaoxue's eyes.

Looking at Xiao Teng, Shi Xiu responded naturally with a smile, and pointed with his finger, expressing his feelings.

"Grass."

On Old Tang's side.

He looked at the grass coming out of the flowerpot in front of him and nodded.

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoxue."

"Goodbye, Taoist."

After writing the report, the grass disappeared from the flowerpot and no one knew where it went.

Old Tang waved his hand and unfolded a scroll in front of him. On it was an aerial view of the Qinghe Association venue. He pinched his chin and looked at it for a while. After seeming to understand something, he took out a small copper furnace.

He lit a talisman and stuffed it into the copper furnace. With a flash of green light, Old Tang was sucked into the furnace.

"Meeting, meeting!"

After entering the space inside the furnace, Old Tang clapped his hands and began to wave people.

A little bit of starlight and the space inside the furnace lit up, and the big guys from all over Dongzhou were called over by Old Tang.

Half an hour later.

Old Tang came out of the stove, stretched, spread out a piece of white paper on the table and began to write and draw.

He is revising the order of the martial arts competitions that will begin tomorrow.

He divided Zhang Ze and Xiao Teng into two half-areas.

If these two people want to meet, they can only do so in the final.

In short, both of them have very large stoves.

After redistributing the lots, Old Tang called over a purple-robed Heavenly Master and said, "Xiao Hou, go and secretly adjust the Dao track instrument for drawing lots. From tomorrow on, follow this."

"Isn't this bad?" Master Hou Tian looked at his master with some embarrassment.

"Nothing is wrong, just do it quickly. Don't ask why, I'm just playing a big game. Go quickly, run forward!"

"Oh."

After driving away his apprentice, Old Tang hummed a little tune and went shopping with his hands behind his back.

The next day.

Li Yueqi looked at the serial number on the jade token in her hand and suddenly felt dazed.

But soon, the confusion in his eyes disappeared.

She looked down at Li Jue and said, "Give me the money. I know you still have some."

Li Jue knelt on the ground, looking like a bullied young wife, "Sister, please leave me some money. I won't gamble anymore."

"What do you mean? Don't you believe I can win?" Li Yueqi clenched her fists.

"That's not what I meant."

"You what?"

"Of course I believe you, sister, but gambling harms people, destroys my faith, and ruins my youth. I believe supporting you is worth more than a ton of gold."

Li Yueqi squatted down and patted Li Jue on the shoulder. "All in, I win. This is an order. Understand?"

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the venue.

Xia Yan, who had been sitting on the side watching the show, sighed, "Is the chance of winning so slim? I remember Sister Qi was very powerful. My master often praised Sister Qi, saying that no one in this generation could compare to her."

"And it's just a little money. If you have no money, I will support you."

Li Jue had a look of despair on his face. "You don't understand. I'm not worried about the money. It's my sister who's not feeling well."

"What's wrong?" Xia Yan asked.

Li Jue shook his head and tearfully placed all his final burial money on his sister.

in the venue.

Zhang Ze, who arrived early this time, saw Li Yueqi and greeted her, "Good morning, lady."

Li Yueqi stopped and looked at the grinning Zhang Ze, seeming to have made some kind of decision.

She took a deep breath, calmed herself down and said.

"Zhang Ze, do you know?"

"You are my inner demon."

These straightforward words without any preparation not only made Zhang Ze look confused, but also made the monks in the stands all look like, "Oh my god, I've eaten a melon."

(End of this chapter)