Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

The group of people hurriedly entered Xiankelai after pulling and tugging. Jiang Tingwan was the first to sit down, but Meng Ziyuan was pushed down.

As soon as he sat down, Meng Ziyuan looked at the people around him with grievance, and said to Jiang Tingwan submissively: "Don't worry, Third Master, Ziyuan won't say anything nonsense."

Jiang Tingwan raised his eyes, looked at him and smiled, "Do you really think I'm afraid that you'll complain?"

"..."Isn't it? Meng Ziyuan didn't dare to say this, but his expression was very obvious.

Jiang Tingwan cleared his throat awkwardly, sat up straight, and touched the fox fur in his arms. "Even if my senior brother knew, he wouldn't blame me. Now that I'm down the mountain, it's a good opportunity to see the world, and this world naturally includes the way of food."

"Humanity has been multiplying for hundreds of thousands of years, and the way of survival is also the way of cultivation, which is extremely complex. If you have the opportunity to go down the mountain, your life should be a little different from that on the mountain. Otherwise, why would the hundreds of immortal sects hold the Trial Conference? It is just to give all the immortal cultivators an opportunity to enter the world and exchange their skills and ideas. As for what you see, hear, think and understand, how much of the Tao you can understand and what Tao you can understand, it all depends on yourself."

Jiang Tingwan didn't need to draft her words every time she said this. She spoke freely and happily. If she wasn't useless, she would have wanted to publish a book of all the things she said.

As expected, the three people opposite had familiar expressions on their faces and nodded in agreement.

So, in such an atmosphere of trust and respect, Jiang Tingwan felt at ease and justified in ordering a large table of dishes.

When the waiter from Xiankelai brought the food, the four big men around him all widened their eyes.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me you can't eat it."

The three of them shook their heads quickly.

It was Mo Shaoyu who replied, "Master, we just haven't seen such a scene before."

"Then stop standing there and eat."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Tingwan picked up the bowl and chopsticks, picked up a few pieces of food from the table and put them into the bowl.

Even Sui Jiu was stunned: If Cang Shuzi knew that you led his few inner disciples to break the precepts, he would probably suspect that you were here to disintegrate the Sanyuan Sect.

Jiang Tingwan picked up some dishes and replied: How can you say that? Eating is a normal human nature. Forcing people to starve will be struck by lightning.

Sui Jiu became more and more angry as he watched: Jiang Tingwan, I beg you, you came in to complete the mission, not to eat, drink and have fun. Now I finally understand why Mu Yunzhong and Cang Shuzi can find out that you are not Bai Wangshu, you didn't even pretend... You can't...

Suijiu's complaints came to an abrupt end when Jiang Tingwan placed the bowl in front of her.

Jiang Tingwan: "Okay, it's yours."

Suijiu: ...

Jiang Tingwan: What did you just say?

Suijiu: ...

Seeing that Suijiu didn't answer, Jiang Tingwan looked at the four younger generations around him and said, "Don't just stand there. Now that you're here, it would be a shame to waste money."

After saying that, he picked up his bowl and stretched his chopsticks towards the piece of braised pork with rosy color and evenly fat and lean meat.

Jiang Tingwan started to use his chopsticks, and then the younger generations hesitantly extended their chopsticks, and once they did, they never stopped.

Some people say that eating alone is lonely, eating with two people is companionship, and eating with a group of people is a delicious enjoyment. Jiang Tingwan finally gathered his own eating team and had a satisfying meal.

After having a good meal and a good drink, Meng Ziyuan, who had broken his vow for the first time, finally understood what Jiang Tingwan said, "Believe me, you will thank me."

What kind of delicious food is this? What did he eat when he was in the mountains?

After eating and drinking, Jiang Tingwan looked at the empty plate on the table and thought to himself, "It would be better if there were some after-meal fruits at this time."

For some reason, she suddenly remembered the watermelons that Mu Yunzhong had planted in his inner room. She wondered if he could grow them. The weather now was just right for eating watermelons.

"Uncle Master, just tell us what you want to eat." Lin Shuyu responded immediately.

Because of this, Jiang Tingwan came back to his senses. Before he could reply, he heard Sui Jiu beside him hurriedly stop him and said, "Hurry up! You are not Bai Wangshu. Don't let them find out about this."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Tingwan restrained his manners, took on the attitude of an elder, and cleared his throat, "No need, since we are full, let's pay and leave."

Jiang Tingwan said this without looking at anyone but staring straight ahead, as if she was telling him not to give her money anyway.

The other four people did not notice anything strange either, and Lin Shuyu also respectfully took out the silver from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Jiang Tingwan glanced sideways, stood up with satisfaction, and walked out holding Sui Jiu.

Jiang Tingwan: Another meal!

Suijiu: Can’t you have some pursuit?

Jiang Tingwan: You can only work when you are full. If you don't satisfy yourself first, how can you face Mu Yunzhong with a good face? After all, pleasing people is a laborious and exhausting thing.

When Jiang Tingwan and others walked out of Xiankelai, night had already fallen. She had slept for nearly a day and a night, and now she was in good spirits and not sleepy at all. If she were not accompanied by a few juniors, she would really like to liberate her nature and wander around.

If Pingxia City, the city that never sleeps, is a mirage, a flower city in a dream, then Cangnan City is a real city of fireworks.

After nightfall, the night market opens. Many shops hang lanterns at their doors, lighting up the streets. The number of pedestrians on the road does not decrease suddenly. Instead, they walk slowly on the road, enjoying the last moments of the day.

Although it is a bit uncomfortable, taking a walk to help digestion can be considered an entertaining activity after a meal.

Jiang Tingwan comforted himself in his heart, but he couldn't help but think of what Mu Yun was doing now. Maybe it was the same as last time, he went to find Qinglan to find out the truth, and then after Qinglan's performance, he believed her again.

When Jiang Tingwan thought of this, he sighed. Was it the absolute setting of this book that Qinglan's lies would deceive him no matter what happened? Or was it that the fox was just better in terms of acting skills?

After thinking about it, Jiang Tingwan came to the conclusion that if anyone was to blame, it was because she had designed the character of Qinglan to be too powerful, with high intelligence, great magical powers, eloquence, silver tongue, absolute loyalty, and ruthlessness.

It’s really difficult now!

Jiang Tingwan said nothing, and the younger generations behind her followed her respectfully. After experiencing these days, they were no longer just afraid of Jiang Tingwan, but also had respect and conviction from the bottom of their hearts.

After Jiang Tingwan's "guidance", now walking on this street and looking at the strangers coming and going, they finally understood the deep meaning behind the master's words "come down when you see a village, and enter when you see a city".

The customs and human nature of this world are not only due to differences in geographical location and history, but are also reflected in the spiritual outlook of each of them.

If you want to leave the world, you must first enter the world. This is the real reason why they came down the mountain.

Jiang Tingwan would never have thought that because of this meal, the four people behind her were about to realize it! For a moment, her position in their hearts had reached an unprecedented height.

The crowds on the street were moving and the voices were mixed. As I walked forward, a loud and emotional middle-aged male voice could be clearly heard.

"Dear listeners, meeting is destiny. Today we are going to tell you a story from the world of immortal cultivation. It is about a little-known cultivator 1,300 years ago who made a mistake and became a demon. He eventually became a well-known demon cultivator..."