Dao Xuanji [Civil Demon]

"You said."

"Is the way we practice correct?"

After all, both of them were silent.

Wen Junqing recalled that many years ago, Xuanji was arguing with her master in class, and she was indeed shaken by Xuanji's words at that time, and she had some insights.

"I've been thinking about these things for a long time, and I've been thinking about these things for the past few days." Xuanji said slowly again, "Eating and drinking are human emotions, which are said to be oral desires; every word and deed is extremely rigid, like being put into a mold. The pottery figurines poured out of the pot; the exercises also pursue unity, and everyone practices something called orthodoxy, but who stipulates orthodoxy?"

If others listen to these words, they must feel that the person in front of them is a lunatic talking nonsense.

"It's not that the orthodoxy is wrong, because if you act according to the orthodoxy, everyone in the world will be like a gentleman. But it's just that no one can fully respect the orthodoxy, because everyone has selfish desires." Xuanji stared at Wen Junqing, "If you don't Because of selfish desires, what I did should have been punished and killed by you hundreds of times. Moreover, the way you cultivate is the sword, and you don't practice according to the orthodox method, and you are not so-called orthodox."

"So, I think there are some errors in the transmission of information in the cultivation world. For example, someone has attained the Dao and ascended, and others study his method, thinking that only in this way can he cultivate, and pass it down from generation to generation, but they ignore everyone's aptitude and character They are all different, not everyone can use this method to ascend."

"What you said is indeed reasonable." Wen Junqing listened to it, but even if he told others to listen to such a theory, no one would believe it.After all, you have worked hard for most of your life, hoping to be able to soar, but someone will tell you that your efforts are in the wrong direction.Where will anyone accept it.

"It doesn't make sense, but it's the truth." Xuanji smiled, tapped the table with her fingertips, "Sword Wuyu, if you practice honestly according to your heart and theory, you may never be able to advance. Moreover, it has been too long since no one has ascended in the cultivation world, presumably if you succeed in ascension, there will be a big publicity in the world that sword cultivation is orthodox."

Wen Junqing was silent. The reason for the silence was not that Xuanji was chewing on new theories as Xuanji thought, but that Xuanji in front of her had finally returned to the way she was when she first came to the academy. Also full of self-confidence.

It's so nostalgic, it's like turning back time.Wen Junqing raised her hand to gently press her left chest, trying to suppress her beating heart.

Xuanji was still talking.

"Magic cultivation is actually just a kind of cultivation method, and not all demonic cultivation methods are bloodthirsty. Although cultivating demons has to pay a price, wouldn't you still experience thunder calamity according to the orthodox ascension? Then again, demonic cultivation Cultivation of demonic cultivators is nothing but a hat that orthodox people put on all small groups that do not follow the orthodox practice, but they bully the weak and fear the hard, and the large group of buggers in southern Xinjiang are not demonic cultivators."

"So the next thing to do is, starting from the Wanyang Sect, slowly transmit these theories to the beginner disciples. When you go back, you must tell Elder Songqing that she was a relatively enlightened person. In this way, Wan Every five years, there is a new trick, and the world will always be slowly changed."

"I see." Wen Junqing nodded, lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea.

"You still have such a long time, this method must work, and it is also the best policy."

"What about you?" Wen Junqing asked.

Xuanji's figure paused, and she had been eloquent just now, but now she stopped.

"What are you hiding from me?" Wen Junqing pursed her lips, and said again, "No matter how difficult it is to treat you, I will do my best to help you, so you don't have to hide it like this."

"I'll cover my neck with something later." Xuanji sighed.

Wen Junqing shook her head and said, "I know you well, so I can still feel that you are hiding it from me when you cover it up."

Xuanji was overjoyed, and said: "Then you are lucky that I can't beat you, otherwise I will definitely kill you."

Wen Junqing shook his head again, and said, "You don't know how."

Xuanji was speechless.

After a while, she said, "Do you still remember the building where we and Qu Jiuge were besieged by bugs?"

Wen Junqing nodded.

"The worms were released by Yu Wuya. He got the fleshy worms from the bamboo basket on the wall of the building after we left."

"So if I want to save you, I have to go to Burial Immortal again?" Wen Junqing frowned, not because this trip was dangerous, but because Xuanji couldn't wait until the next time the island opened.

Xuanji nodded and shook her head again, and said: "Although the person who tied the bell needs to be untied, I'm afraid there will be no solution after the bug is planted. The funeral fairy may not be able to find a way."

"Do you have a way to bury the fairy?"

Xuanji knew that Wen Junqing, a stubborn bull, would be determined to do it as long as she said it, so she shook her head and said, "No, the island will open naturally in 200 years."

Although Wen Junqing is expressionless most of the time, showing no emotions or anger, like a puppet, it doesn't mean she has no emotions.Although it is hidden layer by layer, once a person whose mood is stable and stable on weekdays moves, it must be very strong.

The leftover soup in the uncleaned soup bowls on the stone table was fluctuating in the absence of wind at this time, the cups and bowls made a small rattling sound as if they were being collided, and the temperature seemed to drop a little.

"You lied to me again."

Wen Junqing was really angry this time.

The author has something to say: one is taciturn and straightforward, and the other thinks too much and loves to hide.

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Chapter 10

Xuanji still didn't panic at all, took the quivering porcelain cup and poured herself a cup of tea, and said, "Can you tell a lie from the thread on your neck? Then you are really blessed." Because of yourself When deceiving Wen Junqing, she had a steady state of mind, a peaceful mind, no guilt or pressure at all, it can be said that she is already familiar with the road.

"I can't tell." Wen Junqing's aura eased a little, restrained his anger, and shook his head.

Xuanji took a sip of tea, sighed, and said, "This fate belongs to me, but you care more than I do."

"Xuanji." Wen Junqing frowned, and was awakened by Xuanji's words. She seemed to have no right to ask for the other party, and she stopped talking after calling the other party's name.

Xuanji cleaned up the leftovers on the table, cast a spell and threw them into the sink upstairs.Wen Junqing was in a bad mood, she could see it naturally, but she had been thinking about it for the past ten days by herself.

Xuanji felt that she and Wen Junqing were neither relatives nor relatives, and their statuses were very different. To put it bluntly, she might be a stumbling block on Wen Junqing's road to seeking, and it would be better to cut off the relationship sooner or later.And——Xuanji looked at Wen Junqing, who was in a depressed mood, and faintly felt that something was wrong with him.

Although Wen Junqing is upright and kind, but she has known each other for so many years, and it is the first time that Wen Junqing has been so stubborn. It was not like this before when she persuaded herself to get out of the trough—Xuanji glanced at Wen Junqing—and she was thinking about it.

It's not a good thing to be horny, like before, because I hated Wan Yang, I became a demon.

Wait a minute, heart demon——Xuanji glanced at Wen Junqing again, and the more she looked, the more she seemed to have fallen into obsession.

When Wen Junqing was young, he became seriously ill for three days when he saw his dead body, and his temperament changed. Later, he became more reticent because of jumping off a cliff. Not to mention, if this person saw his death for the third time, maybe—— Xuanji didn't dare to think about it anymore, she glanced at Wen Junqing a few more times, her expression also changed back and forth.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Junqing noticed.

"It's okay. Wen Junqing, what will happen to you if I die?" Xuanji tentatively asked.