Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 363: It is common sense that only two of the three demon lords are left

The Marquis looked like a skinny old man, with a trembling gait and an extremely restrained aura. Anyone who saw him for the first time would never have guessed that this man was also a great demon.

Walking up to the podium and standing in the middle, the Marquis squinted his eyes and scanned the people below. His gaze was so deep that no one could tell what he was thinking.

After pondering for a moment, the Marquis spoke.

"Well, I want to talk about a few things today. First, the development of the Mushroom Valley. How should we put it, it's..."

As soon as he opens his mouth, it's old-fashioned nonsense literature.

Many elderly people from Taizicheng in the venue were already accustomed to it. Some wore earplugs, some chatted, some ate melon seeds, and those who had some serious matters on their minds picked up the meeting minutes left by the host on the table in front of them.

The above concisely and accurately summarizes the Marquis's nonsense in advance.

According to what was written there, the purpose of this meeting was to hope that everyone in Prince City would take advantage of this bone shadow sighting to expand and strengthen the tourism projects on the eastern side of Prince City, work together, and snatch business from Zhendong Trading Company.

To this end, the professional team of Prince City Marquis has already discussed and come up with a plan.
Looking at the meeting minutes in his hand, the little monk sighed. Perhaps it was because the room was too warm, or because the smell of the Ayasim barbarian brother next to him was too strange, but the little monk felt a little drowsy at this moment.

He encountered the bone shadow twice in the valley. The first time the bone shadow appeared, the little monk was chased everywhere.

But the second time, they just exchanged glances, and the bone shadow quietly retreated.

The speed at which the walnuts retreated was frighteningly fast, so fast that none of the tourists in the group of Lord Hou and Brother Manzi had time to take out the small walnuts to take pictures.

The little monk and Shoushou were both people who did great things. After the bone shadow retreated, they should have just laughed it off and said goodbye to that group of people.

However, they didn't expect that while they were chatting, they were "kidnapped" by the energetic barbarian brother and the marquis of Prince City and taken to Prince City.

It wasn't Shoushou and the little monk who revealed their identities.

Instead, they became the treasures of Lord Hou and Brother Manzi, and became the promotional core of this East Line tourism plan.

The barbarian brother's name is Asi. It is said that he is a big man from a tribe of Western Barbarians and an investor in this eastern tourism project. He was conducting a field investigation in the valley with the Marquis at that time.

Now, he plans to promote the little monk as the Snow Leopard Boy.

They also asked the mysterious writer Mr. Bai Ri Dai Umbrella but No Knife, who wrote "The Path to Heaven", from Qianji Pavilion, to write a biography of the little monk, and based on the Great Adventure of Bone Shadow, he wrote a book called "The Adventures of Snow Leopard".

Asi probably noticed that the little monk was looking at him, so he turned around, grinned at him with his big white teeth, and gave him a thumbs up.

"Snow Leopard! Handsome! Don't worry, my friend~ As long as I'm here, you'll be a famous celebrity and have more money than you can spend in your lifetime!"

The little monk smiled awkwardly at the rich Western barbarian, then turned his head away.

He wanted to escape and leave this shabby place.

As an old monk with rich experience in escaping, even the Buddhist sect could not hold him captive, let alone those young demons.

There is a proverb in Buddhism.

Some bald heads can't be locked up.

But theory is theory and practice is practice. The little monk still failed this time. The one who failed was not the barbarian tycoon Asi, but the marquis.

He couldn't see through this man.

Except when the marquis drew his sword, he could not sense the slightest aura of a strong man from this man at other times.

The young monk tried several times, but every time he had the idea of ​​running away secretly, he would run into the marquis as if he had met love around the corner.

It's as if this marquis is always staring at you.

'Want to try running again?'

Just as the little monk was thinking about how to leave, the voice of Shoushou reached his ears through the spell seal.

"What's going on? What's going on with the Demon Lord?"

His tone was a little anxious, as if he had been holding this question in for a long time.

The little monk didn't understand, "What demon lord? What are you talking about?"

"I mean, what makes that person the Demon Lord?" Shou Shou said.

"The demon race has one emperor and three masters. The White Emperor's position is vacant, and has been held by successive emperors of Dongqi.

"There are only three demon lords below the White Emperor. Qiangliang is long gone, and now there are only two left."

"Where did this Prince City Demon Lord come from?"

The reason why Shoushou has been breathing out air from the beginning until now is that he has been thinking about this matter.

The little monk glanced at him sideways. "Why do you care so much? You still think you're the emperor. Besides, even if you were the emperor, it's your brain that's in charge. What does this have to do with your hand?"

The hands are silent, just breathing out.

After the little monk finished speaking, he stared at Shoushou, hoping that he would tell him some more secrets.

There are only two demon lords left, and there is no strong one.

He really didn't know about this and it was the first time he heard of it.

After spending a few days together, he found that Shoushou's condition was a little strange. His understanding of many things was still the same as when he was still emperor, and he knew very little about current affairs.

But when it comes to finding his way, except for the time when he was affected by the bone shadow in the valley, he was terribly strong at other times.

It was as if he had a detailed map of the North in his mind.

Weird.

Faced with the little monk's provocation, Shoushou ignored him. He turned his head and continued to recall the glorious years when he became emperor.

Perhaps because he felt sorry for him, the little monk, who was disguised as a dog demon by Shoushou using the Hundred Elephants Magic Art, waved to a girl who was pouring tea.

"Sister, I..." The little monk swallowed the word "monk" and continued, "I have something I don't understand, and I hope you can help me."

"Please speak." The fox demon sister poured him a cup of tea.

"I was born in Dongzhou, not the Northern Territory demon clan. This is my first time returning home, and many of my family's heritage has long been lost. I heard from my human friends in Dongzhou that my demon clan only has three demon lords, and this marquis..."

The little monk asked politely, and the person on the other end pricked up his ears.

When the fox demon sister heard this question, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She bent down and leaned close to the little monk and whispered in his ear.

“It’s not your fault, little brother, you didn’t know this rule, it was only changed last year.

"I don't know if it was Sister Wang or Sister Yu's idea, but they changed the charter last year, saying it was to enforce the rules of our demon race, and they redefined the job titles of those in charge in various places.

"City lords like the Marquis are all promoted to Lesser Demon Lords, while the governors of states are renamed Middle Demon Lords. Sister Wang and the other three are now Great Demon Lords."

Little monk & hand, "."

"Reform should be a major event. Why didn't I hear anyone mention it when I was in Dongzhou?"

The young monk was puzzled, because in his opinion, this was just like the leader of the Sword Sect was no longer called the Sect Master, but was renamed the Giant Mountain Swordsman.

The fox demon sister twitched the corners of her mouth and continued in a low voice, "Don't laugh, little brother, because this is not the first time.

"Restructuring is something that happens every once in a year or a few months.

"Two years ago, Sister Wang and the others called themselves the Forbidden Zone Emperors. Before the name spread in Dongzhou, the name has changed here.

"Even we can't remember many facts and often mix them up."

Little monk & hand, "."

The fox demon sister probably felt that she and the little monk seemed to have a good relationship, so she talked to him for a long time until someone called her to serve tea, and then she reluctantly got up.

Before leaving, Sister Fox Demon added, "By the way, there is one more rule this time." She bit her pretty lips and said after pondering for a moment.

"Sister Wang said that in public, you should refer to your position by title. If the Marquis calls you to the stage later, remember to call him Marquis Yaozun."

After saying that, Miss Fox Demon turned around, swept her tail, and a piece of paper fell into the hands of the little monk.

There is an address above and her Xiao Hetao’s contact information below.

But the young monk didn't care about this kind of affair. He didn't even look at it. He just squeezed his hand lightly and the note turned into ashes.

'Women only slow down my progress.'

Clapping his hands, the little monk closed his eyes again and listened quietly to the Marquis continue to talk nonsense in the stands. In his mind, he continued to think about escaping and the matter of Mushroom Valley.

Shoushou said that walking through the Mushroom Valley was not just for hiding or taking a shortcut, but to find something.

As for what he was looking for, Shoushou remained silent and didn't tell him any useful information.

"I should have pretended to be more obedient earlier. What a pity."

"I wonder if what he's looking for has anything to do with that bone shadow."

Just as he was thinking about Shoushou, Donggugu Valley and the strange bone shadow, the little monk suddenly shuddered.

He felt someone was looking at him.

The little monk opened his eyes and found that the marquis had finally finished his nonsense and was now walking down the stage with a cane. When he reached the last step, he looked back at him.

His eyes were empty, without a trace of emotion.

The little monk was startled and quickly calmed down, smiling politely at the Marquis.

However, the Marquis no longer looked at him at this time. He left the venue with his hands behind his back and leaning on a crutch.

……

After Qiang Hou left, the rest of the people naturally dispersed.

The little monk and Shoushou also returned to their temporary residence in the Marquis's mansion.

"I have orders for you." As soon as he returned to the house, Shoushou used a secret method to convey a message to the little monk.

He was somewhat assimilated by the snow leopard. He jumped onto the kang, stretched himself, found a warm spot at the head of the kang and lay down. He held his tail in his mouth and looked at the little monk.

"As soon as I entered this mansion, I felt something. I suspect that the necessary items in the Mushroom Valley may have fallen into the hands of Marquis Qiang. Please go to his residence for me and investigate to see if you can find any clues."

The little monk immediately perked up after hearing this. "No problem, what do you want me to find?"

Hands, "I won't tell you."

The little monk: “…”

"Then I'm done. You go by yourself."

The young monk felt that this man might really have some problems, so he turned around and lay on his side at the end of the kang, leaving only his back to Shous.

Shoushou wasn't angry. He held the tail in his mouth and continued, "I'm not kidding you. I just don't know what this thing looks like. The only clue is the mysterious black tiger pattern printed on its surface."

As Hands cast the spell, an ancient and mysterious black tiger pattern appeared in the little monk's mind.

Looking at the black tiger pattern in front of him, the little monk frowned slightly. He always felt as if he had seen this pattern somewhere.

But he couldn't remember it for a moment, so he rubbed his chest and sat up.

"Since you don't know much about this thing, it must be extraordinary.

"Besides, that marquis is very deep-rooted and is no ordinary person. If the things fall into his hands, he will definitely keep them in a safe place.

"You can let me go, but you have to give me some help. I can't handle a little... little demon master in my current state."

The little monk always felt uncomfortable when he pronounced this title, as it seemed both strong and weak.

"Of course." Shoushou didn't care about the little monk's thoughts on the title of Little Demon Lord. He closed his eyes and transferred part of his power to the little monk based on the curse seal.

“I once forged ten imperial weapons, one of which was called the Night Demon Emperor Armor, which could transform into formless. Now that the armor is gone, I can only simulate a portion of its power.

"Half an hour. During this time you will not be discovered by that powerful marquis."

After Shou Shou finished speaking, the little monk felt an inexplicable power enveloping his whole body. At the same time, the curse seal began to heat up slightly. The little monk closed his eyes and established a weak connection with something hidden in the Marquis's mansion.

"Go, and remember, do not run away or disobey my command."

"I understand." The little monk waved his hand.

After leaving his residence, the little monk followed the guidance of the curse seal and walked deep into the Marquis's mansion. No one noticed his whereabouts along the way.

As he walked, the little monk tried hard to recall the ancient black tiger pattern.

"Where on earth have I seen this before? Why can't I remember it?"

After sneaking all the way, the little monk arrived at the marquis's resting place, a small lattice building in the northern style, three stories high and with a courtyard. The main door was closed, and only two windows on the second floor were open.

Calming his mind, the young monk did not dare to use any escape techniques. He climbed up to the second floor silently and prepared to enter through the window.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the Marquis's wrinkled old face appear in the window, staring down at him condescendingly.

Don't have feelings.

Mr. Qiang Hou actually had no idea what the little monk was thinking at this moment.

Because the old man didn't see anything at all, he came to the window because the cold in the north and the cold in the valley today made him feel a little weak, so he wanted to close the window. The marquis pulled the window and tried to close it inward, but when he was halfway, the window was blocked by something, as if something invisible was clinging to the window edge.

The Marquis leaned over and touched it, but felt nothing. The window hinges were intact and not damaged at all.

"What a shabby house, full of ghosts." The Marquis cursed inwardly and used great strength to close the window with a click.

After closing the window, the Marquis returned to the bed with his hands behind his back, feeling somewhat bored. Looking at the exquisite furnishings in the room, he felt uncomfortable all over.

Because this isn't his home at all.

Compared to the exquisite furnishings in the City Lord's Mansion, he still prefers his own nest at the entrance of the village.

The old man is a powerful marquis, but it is unlikely that he will be a powerful marquis.

Because his real name is Hou Qiang, although he looks exactly like the city lord Qiang Hou, he is not the same person.

Half a year ago, Mr. Hou, who lived in Xiaxiku, was kidnapped here and began a six-month mysterious stunt training.

Old Master Hou didn't understand. It was said that immortals and demons could transform into thousands of forms. If they wanted a substitute, why couldn't they just create one themselves? Why did they look for an old man like him?

But the old man didn't ask. Firstly, the food was provided here, and secondly, the real marquis cured his chronic cold legs.

So just be a substitute, and ordinary people should not ask about the affairs of great monsters and immortals.

The job of a substitute is not difficult. According to the city lord, there are actually only two key points.

First, when you encounter something you can’t handle, just keep quiet and pretend to be an expert.

Second, being a city lord requires confidence. If you have nothing to do, just squint your eyes and look around mysteriously. Don't worry about whether there's anything there, just look.

As for the issue of cultivation, there is no need to panic. Qiang Hou left him a crutch. As long as he holds the crutch, no one can tell that he is a mortal.

If you encounter danger, don't panic. Don't let go of the crutch. Beat people the same way you beat dogs. Leave the rest to the crutch.

Normally, the marquis would only be away for one or two days, but this time he was away for a long time.

Old Master Hou couldn't pretend any longer. He knew nothing about tourism development plans or the Holy Son of the Barbarian Tribe. He had been in a panic these days.

"Ugh."

Old Master Hou picked up his walking stick and started strolling around the house.

He doesn't dare to wander around now, because as soon as he goes out, he will be in trouble. A bunch of people will ask him all kinds of questions, and they are all questions that he doesn't understand.

While spinning around, Mr. Hou tapped the ground with his walking stick, pretending that he was farming with a hoe.

This will make him feel more comfortable.

However, although Mr. Hou felt relieved, the little monk was not at all relieved.

When Mr. Hou used the window to pinch his hand, he did not leave, but bravely crawled in.

He planned to take this opportunity to carefully analyze Mr. Hou's every move.

As for what Shoushou had instructed, the little monk had already thrown it aside.

Time passed by unknowingly, minute by minute.

Old Master Hou was obsessed with pretending to hoe the earth, while the little monk was obsessed with competing with the air.

Half an hour later.

Mr. Hou put down his walking stick, sat at the table, and was about to pick up the teacup to drink water when he saw the little monk lying on the wall in the form of Spider-Man.

When their eyes met, both of them felt quite embarrassed.

As a reckless man, the little monk reacted quickly. He did not run away, but directly took out his magic pocket to cover Mr. Hou.

The young monk's original intention was just to delay time so that he could get away. However, he didn't expect that Mr. Hou was put in by him without any resistance.

Jumping down from the wall, the little monk picked up the bag, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Is this the end?

However, before the little monk could think about it, the door of the Marquis's room was pushed open.

"Ayasi, my old friend, you."

The happy Ah Xi stood at the door in a daze, his eyes meeting with the little monk.

"Hey, my new friend, why are you here? Where is the old man? I..."

Before Asi could finish his words, he was put into the bag by the little monk.

The young monk looked at the bag in his hand, scratched his face, and asked himself, "Is this right?"

Just as he was about to go back and confront Shou Shou about the trouble he had caused, a voice sounded behind him.

"What are you doing?"

The little monk subconsciously put his bag behind him.

However, this time the cover was empty. A snow leopard nimbly did a backflip in the air and used its tail to pull the little monk's pocket to the ground.

"Half an hour has passed. What are you doing here? Why can't I sense the City Lord's presence? Where has he gone?"

The little monk pointed to the pocket on the ground and said, "Here."

Hands, "?"

After a brief hesitation, Shou Shou angrily said, "Waste, let's leave here immediately. As for this matter, let's put the blame on that Western Barbarian first. I..."

The little monk said, "I can't put the blame on you because he is also in the bag."

Hand, hand, “.”

Looking at the little monk, Shoushou suddenly wanted to bite someone.

But before he could bite, there was a loud noise suddenly from the east, as if the earth was shaking and the sky was trembling.

The city was suddenly in chaos.

A little maid ran to the second floor in a panic, "Master, ah, why are you here?"

Seeing this, the little monk tried to raise his hand to protect the person, but was slapped in the face by Shou Shou.

"Go! Stop it!"

After saying that, he turned into a ball of black wind and left the City Lord's Mansion with the little monk.

Except for the little maid, no one cared about Shou Shou's departure, and no one tried to stop him, because everyone's attention was on the south, at the source of the earthquake.

The Great Wall in the North.

The mountains in the north were shaking and the earth was trembling, but Zhang Ze was living a peaceful life.

The Immortal Mirror was activated again, and the video of Baidi's Eternal Love was restored. The team performing the Baidi Welcoming Ceremony walked silently in the mist, leading the way.

Zhang Ze brought Mee Mee, wearing a black perverted tights, and followed the real Qiang Hou, walking through the mist with these phantoms.

"What are you thinking about?" Meeme suddenly whispered.

"I was wondering, is it possible that I am the White Emperor?" Zhang Ze said.

"what?"

Mee Mee looks like he's drunk too much fake wine.

"I'm not kidding you, I'm serious." Zhang Ze began to present evidence to Meeme.

"I have a diary from my past life, in which I boasted that when the world is at peace, I will open a flying boat company called Nadutong.

"The box in your office that contains my belongings from my past life is evidence of this.

"From what you said and what I found in A-Li's belly, I know that the first headquarters of Nadutong Flying Boat Company is in Baidi City.

"Of the three great demon lords of today, I don't know Sister Yu and Brother Qiang, but I really did hold Sister Wang in my arms in my previous life."

"So, my final destination in my previous life was most likely in Baidi City.

"The evidence is irrefutable. Given my wisdom and power, it wouldn't be unreasonable for me to become the White Emperor."

Meow, "."

Meeme stared at Zhang Ze's big face with contempt, and after a moment she said to Zhang Ze.

"So my great Baidi, the big boss of Nadutong, can you tell me where you got this old thing from and why you let it torture you until now?"

Zhang Ze spread his hands and said, "I don't know. Didn't we go to the north to investigate this matter?"

Meeme sighed and ignored Zhang Ze.

Mee Mee stopped talking, but the old man Qiang Hou kept chattering along the way, explaining his situation to Zhang Ze.

He said he was a businessman from Longxukou and worked at Nadutong. A few years ago, when Nadutong was participating in a welfare team building event and came here for inspection and tourism, he was wandering around and was caught by a bone shadow and locked up here.

For such a long time, he has been relying on the fasting pills in his storage magic tool to prolong his life, and looking for a way to leave here.

Apart from the solid ice above and below the feet, the most difficult thing to deal with in this place is the fog.

According to the old man Qiang Hou, after his physical exploration, only shadows can freely cross the mist, except for pure people with no stains in their hearts and no dirty thoughts.

He fiddled with the fairy mirror not to scare Zhang Ze, but to use those shadows to find a way out.

Over the years, he has indeed gained something.

There were countless rooms separated by fog here. Although he had not explored them all, he still found a place that resembled an exit.

Now that such a muscular man has come, the old man wants to ask him to see if he can find a way out.

That place was just in the opposite direction of the room where Zhang Ze had just picked up the glass ball.

Qiang Hou, "It's just ahead, we'll be there soon."

Listening to the old man Qiang Hou's chatter, Mee Mee whispered to Zhang Ze.

"He's lying."

Zhang Ze, "I know, but how did you know that?"

He thought Meeme would say that she and the old man knew the internal affairs of Nadutong very well and remembered all the employees by heart, and would not forget them even if one was added or removed.

However, Meow Meow's reasons were somewhat different.

Meow Meow, "Because the old guy is so stingy.

"We don't have any welfare-based group tours at Nadutong. The most we can do is go to the city for a barbecue, and I pay for it all. Besides, if I really went to such a fun place, how could I not remember it?"

Zhang Ze, "Is it possible that they actually came here but didn't tell you, or that you were here too but your memory was erased by the old guy?"

Meow, "."

After a moment of silence, Meow Meow said firmly, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"And putting that aside, that old man said that only the pure and innocent can travel freely in this mist. That must be false, otherwise how could you not have gotten lost since the beginning?"

Meow Meow continued to whisper.

Zhang Ze, "I think Qiang Hou is not lying about this. I am indeed the most innocent man in Dongzhou. If you go to Dongzhou and ask around, and search all the lands of the six sects, you won't find another man as pure, innocent and pure as me."

Meow Meow, "Heh, who would be so innocent as to carry the Shadow Stone of the Peach Color Joy Sect in their pocket?"

"That's art, you know, art, and I haven't had the chance to see it yet. But even if I did, I would look at it with a pure critical eye," Zhang Ze argued.

Meow, "Heh."

Seeing that Meeme didn't believe him, Zhang Ze abruptly changed the subject.

"Well, I know he's lying because I've heard of his name. He's the mayor of Prince City.

"Before we set off, Bai Tao showed me photos of these people and told me that if I encountered any problems, I could use the glass ball as a token and seek help from these people or the local Zhendong Trading Company."

"Since this gentleman is lying, should we still follow him?" asked Mee Mee.

"Just follow me. It's normal for the demon race to be abnormal," Zhang Ze said indifferently. "As for why this gentleman lied, he probably has nothing to do."

As the two were talking, the mist dissipated and the team that was leading Baidi stopped.

The voice of the little old man Qiang Hou sounded, "We are here."

This time the room behind the mist had color.

The light blue ice crystals reflected the glass-colored light, giving everything here a psychedelic look.

In the middle of the room, there is a strange magical instrument.

(End of this chapter)