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In the tea shop, three or two people gathered together to discuss the major events that happened in recent days.

"Hey! I heard that that day, hundreds of thousands of monsters besieged Wanhua Mountain Gate!"

"Hey, what a hundred thousand! It's clearly nearly a million! Isn't the monster just a reunion or one! Tsk tsk, it's the Wanhua Mountain Gate, otherwise we'll be sitting here drinking tea ah!"

"Yeah, that's right, the head of the Zhengcheng faction really has no conscience! He actually joined the demons to besiege Wanhua!"

"That's right...well, I also heard that now Wanhua, as the representative of the Taoist sect, has made an agreement with the demons, and the two parties will coexist peacefully!"

"Peaceful coexistence? The demons agreed?"

"Agreed! He also said that the demon king of the demon clan proposed it first!"

"That's a sensible person...but that's not what I heard," the man lowered his voice, and said, "Have you heard about those things in the Wanhua Mountain Gate?"

"Aren't they the ones who are their masters and apprentices... Uh!" One of the tea guests was covered by someone as soon as he said it nonchalantly. What can I arrange here?"

……

In the corner of the tea shop, a girl in red turned the cup in her hand, and smiled softly at the woman in white next to her: "Master, it seems that we have missed a lot of good things... "The woman in white didn't change her expression, she just handed her the poured tea that she didn't drink.She picked it up from another hand, but she didn't drink it either. She just sighed and said, "It would be great if this was Tangli..." "Just go back now."

The woman in red is Hang Hehuan, she shook her head and put down the cup, "Before I go back, I still have a place I want to go with Master."

"where?"

Hang Hehuan's smile deepened, and he looked at Leng Qingjue intently, "Liangyu."

When Leng Qingjue heard the words, there was a slight turmoil on his face, but he quickly calmed down, "If you want to go, then go."

Hang Hehuan waved his hand immediately, "Xiao Er, pay the bill!"

The man with a white cloth scarf on his shoulders trotted over, smiling enthusiastically, "Guest officer, the total is five Wen."

Hang Hehuan touched his waist, pretending to be surprised, and said in surprise: "Oh, I forgot to bring my purse, what should I do?" Then she winked at Leng Qingjue.

Before Xiaoer called to come to the shop, Leng Qingjue put down a piece of broken silver on the table, and said coldly: "You don't need to look for it." Then he picked up Hang Hehuan and walked out without stopping at all.Xiao Er happily put away the money, thinking that he had met a scoundrel, but unexpectedly met a generous rich man.

"Master, are you really going with me?"

Leng Qingjue didn't look sideways, "Yes."

Hang Hehuan snickered, feeling very happy in her heart. Although she was not the original owner, she still took possession of this body.Moreover, she and Leng Qingjue have done everything they should and should not do, and it is also a proper thing to take them back to meet their parents.

"Did Yu Jian go there?"

Leng Qingjue called out Su He, and the sword body had a flash of light, "Yeah."

The two put on their swords and headed towards Liangyu all the way.

The surrounding clouds kept going backwards as they moved forward, and time also kept going backwards, until they went back to the ceremony dozens of days ago.

In the evening, Zi Ling came to pick up Hang Hehuan on time to go to the festival, but the fox that came in the morning was missing from his arms.

Ziling approached Hang Hehuan, looked him up and down, nodded, seemed very satisfied, and said, "Tan'er looks more and more like your mother in this dress."

Hang Hehuan lowered his eyes and did not respond.

Zi Ling didn't care too much, just said: "Let's go, we are all waiting."

"Yes."

Zi Ling walked in the lead, Hang Hehuan followed behind, and Leng Qingjue stood beside her.

The three of them were silent all the way, and the journey seemed to be very long.

But no matter how long the road is, there will be an end.

Soon they came to a door, Ziling stopped and looked at Hang Hehuan, as if looking for traces of Zitan on her face.

"Behind this door is the place of the ceremony, Tan'er, go, this journey, you can only go by yourself."

After all, looking at Leng Qingjue, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Hang Hehuan went to see Leng Qingjue, and it happened that she was also looking at her, and the worry in her eyes couldn't be concealed.Seeing this, Hang Hehuan calmed down, took a step closer to Leng Qingjue, took her hand actively, put his cheek against her cheek, and whispered to her ear, "Don't worry."

Ziling watched from the side, but didn't make a sound. After Hang Hehuan finished speaking, he separated from Leng Qingjue soon, and stood still in front of the door, "Auntie, open the door."

"Tan'er, once this ceremony is completed, you will be the eternal saint of my demon clan."

Hang Hehuan nodded, but he was thinking in his heart that this ceremony probably wouldn't happen, after all, such things as banners can't be pulled casually.

Zi Ling clapped his hands, and then, the door slowly opened in front of Hang Hehuan.

Hang Hehuan still couldn't hold back and looked back at Leng Qingjue, Leng Qingjue nodded to her gently but firmly, Hang Hehuan turned back and walked out the door step by step.

This door leads directly to a long corridor, at the end of which is a high platform.When she arrived, the eight equally divided corners of the high platform were already filled with monsters wearing robes similar to Hang Hehuan's, holding blue-purple things like flames in their hands.

Hang Hehuan paused and walked up to the center of the high platform.

In an instant, the blue and purple flames held in the palms of the eight monsters jumped violently, and then the monsters began to speak a language that Hang Hehuan could not understand.

Although she didn't understand, she still had the reaction that she should have. The spoken language hit her wave after wave like a tide, and the eight directions did not cancel each other out, and became more and more intense.Hang Hehuan shook his body, and when he was about to fall down, he seemed to be supported by something. He could only stand there, unable to even condense his spiritual power to defend.

Waiting until the monsters finished reading, the person Hang Hehuan was waiting to disrupt the situation had not yet appeared.

"Fuck, this is different from what you said!! Come and interrupt me quickly! Is it really okay to let me continue so smoothly?!"

As if hearing Hang Hehuan's cry, just after the ceremony ended, a woman in bright red clothes floated down on the high platform.

At this time, Hang Hehuan was still unable to move, and could only watch her walk over.

Xin Chun walked up to Hang Hehuan, stretched out her hand to pinch her chin, and got very close to her, the same gorgeous lips curled up, "It really looks like..."

Hang Hehuan tried to move his face to the side, but Xin Chun stopped him.

"What are you hiding from? You should take a good look at me. I have the same appearance as your mother."

Hang Hehuan said in his heart: If you don't say the word "exactly the same" so gnash your teeth, maybe I will really believe you.

At the same time, on an upper floor, Misheng was looking out the window.

A monster wearing a black robe behind him reported: "My lord, Lord Xin Chun's subordinates have passed through the barrier and arrived at Lingxiang, but there is one thing unknown..."

Sisheng turned around, the crimson sash in the plain clothes was particularly eye-catching, but it contrasted with the mole between her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth were raised slightly.

"The struggle between humans and demons, isn't it a great good for our monster clan?"

"Master is wise."

Sisheng raised his hand and drew an arc, "You take Ziling's subordinates to the human world together. This time, I will give them a nice surprise."

"Yes."

Seeing that Sisheng left, the subordinate straightened up, feeling very puzzled, Lord Sisheng clearly wanted Lord Ziling, why did he still help Lord Xinchun?

Shaking his head, he didn't think about it anymore, he shouldn't worry about this matter.

……

The door was closed again at the beginning of the ceremony, and Zi Ling and Leng Qingjue were all waiting behind the door and did not leave.

"Misheng?"

Zi Ling looked at the person who suddenly appeared and yelled, wondering why she appeared here.Sisheng didn't answer, the corners of his mouth on both sides seemed to be raised, but the direction he was going was not Ziling but Leng Qingjue.

Sisheng drew an arc behind Leng Qingjue, and brushed his hand in front of her. Before Leng Qingjue could dodge, he smelled a strange fragrance. Sisheng pushed her shoulder with his unretracted hand, "You will like this gift." .”

After finishing speaking, Leng Qingjue was pushed into the arc by her, and disappeared in an instant.

Zi Ling frowned and asked, "Sisheng, what are you doing?" Although she didn't want to see Leng Qingjue, but for Yu Tan'er, he had already understood the importance of this person...

Sisheng turned his head, walked to Ziling's side, lowered his head, just looked at her, without saying a word.

Zi Ling secretly took a step back, but Si Sheng grabbed his waist and couldn't move easily.The closed door was slowly opened at this time, and it was Xin Chun in red who walked out from behind the door.

Xin Chun glanced at Zi Ling and said, "Really, long time no see."

"What about you?!..."

Xinchun ignored her, just looked at Sisheng, and said: "I leave this to you, I'm going to the human world."

"it is good."

Soon Xin Chun's figure disappeared into the darkness, Zi Ling looked at Si Sheng, outraged, "You betrayed me?!"

Sisheng narrowed his eyes, his silver pupils flickered coldly, "You remember wrongly, I never surrendered to you."

Zi Ling said angrily, "You have taken refuge with Xin Chun!"

Sisheng rubbed her cheeks with his fingertips, and said, "Her? How do you think she is worthy? Huh? Master Ziling."

Wanhua Mountain Gate, Qiongshou Mountain.

On the opposite side of the mountain from the hut where Sheng Maojing lived for a long time is a main hall, which is grand in scale and extraordinary in momentum.At this time, Xiao Qianhua and his party who hurried back from Mengye were among them.

Sitting on the main seat was Sheng Maojing in a gray Daoist cloak, with a rare and majestic demeanor.There were people sitting in the next two rows, except for Hengyun Mountain and Wanji Mountain, the owners and disciples of the other four main peaks were all present.

Bie Aiyuan glanced at Wen Zang'an, and said: "Devil Lord?" "

Wen Zang'an responded with a modest smile, and said, "Don't be too polite."

Bie Aiyuan cupped her face, and said to the point: "You have a good temper."

"Thank you."

But Zhan Tingqi was not so easy to talk about, and said: "Brother Sect Master played a good game of chess, and even we were kept from it."

Before Sheng Maojing could defend himself, someone came to his rescue and said, "Uncle Zhan, please calm down. We have just learned about this matter, and the head of the sect has not yet determined whether it is true or false. I don't intend to bother all the senior uncles to come forward."

Sheng Maojing nodded towards Xiao Qianhua very satisfied, yes, yes, he is indeed the next head he is optimistic about.

After getting an explanation, others will not be able to ask further questions.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Fu Lisu took the initiative to resolve it and said, "When did the devil get the news?"

Wen Zangan showed helplessness and said: "Although I am in the position of Demon King, the situation of the Demon Race..." He shook his head while speaking, "It's really not as good as everyone imagined..."

Sitting next to him, Zhang Lingge secretly gave him a thumbs up. This acting skill is really amazing.

Sheng Maojing also sighed imitatively, and said: "To tell you the truth, the Taoist sect is not just a piece of iron, and I, Wanhua, are also in a difficult situation..."

Sitting down at the Wanhua Mountain Gate, everyone: "..." Who is worse in acting?