Mozun resigned and went to farm

Under the dim candlelight, his figure was reflected on the window paper, quiet and peaceful.

Standing by the window, Shen Qing gently caressed the figure on the window paper with her slender fingers, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly in a beautiful arc.

For so many years, even he didn't know why he stayed, in such a deserted 33rd heaven.For hundreds of years, it was just him and his silly master.

Shen Qing shook her head, pushed the door open and entered.

The huge smell of books in Zangshu Pavilion is filled with deep feelings.

The lights in the room were not fully on, but when Shen Qing walked through the dim hall and walked to the candlelight, she smiled.

I saw that the table in front of me was full of books, and the books were piled up one by one, and some were randomly scattered on the table. Shen Qing found the one who was half leaning on the chair and lying on the table behind many books. Chu Han was sleeping soundly on the table.

Shen Qing didn't wake him up immediately, but raised her slender fingers and opened the books scattered in front of her eyes.

With a glance, one can see that these books are ancient books of the fairy world, and more or less of them will record the methods of getting rid of the evil energy.Just like the book that Chu Han still held in his hand, what was recorded on it was the most effective way to get rid of the evil energy recognized by the fairy world.

Shen Qing put down the book in his hand, and gently pulled out the book in his hand.

On the page she was turning to, a bright red cross on it attracted Shen Qing's attention.

It's so stupid to not use the most effective method against him.

But it's just to make him suffer a little bit, no big deal.

Shen Qing suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth, closed the book, put it aside, and glanced at all the books that Chu Han had spread out.

All the methods to get rid of the demon energy recorded in the book were crossed by Chu Han with a red ink brush.

Ever since the tragic battle between heaven and demons hundreds of years ago, demons are the most hated in the heavens, and everything that involves a little bit of demons will become extremely strict. His stupid master, just like this All kinds of pressure kept him in the Brahma Palace for hundreds of years, and even now it was just to get rid of a demonic energy, and he didn't want him to suffer even a little bit.

Perhaps it was for this reason that he was willing to stay in this place, keeping him alone for hundreds of years.

"A Qing, why are you here?"

With a hazy sleepiness, Chu Han slowly opened his eyes, and as soon as he entered his eyes, he saw the thoughtful Shen Qing standing in front of the table.

"Master is tired."

Chu Han waved his hand at him, "Go to sleep, I'm looking for it."

While talking, Chu Han took out a book from Lao Gao's stack and opened it.

However, before Chu Han's hand opened the book, Shen Qing held it down.

"what happened?"

Shen Qing lowered her eyes slightly to look at him, those dark and deep eyes made Chu Han slightly dazed.

As time went by, for a moment, Chu Han even felt that the man in front of him was Shen Qing who came with him, and he never left.

"Master, don't read it."

"why?"

Shen Qing closed all the books that were scratched by Chu Han, and said calmly: "Master, are you going to find out how to get rid of the demonic nature in my body? I can tell you."

"you……?"

Chu Han tilted his head to look at him, and saw Shen Qing turned around, went to the bookshelf and took down a few books from the bookshelf, and put them in front of Chu Han.

"It's all here."

Shen Qing helped him turn the page, gentle and calm.

"The easiest way is to find the thunder that day and strike it for three days and three nights. If you don't want to be locked in the polar iceberg, it will be locked up for 8000 years..."

"enough!"

Chu Han reprimanded Shen Qing in a low voice for what he was going to say next, he stood up with the table, with a firm face on his face, "Ah Qing, I will find a way to suppress it safely, trust me."

Seeing that Shen Qing was silent, Chu Han looked up at him, and the corner of Yin Hong's mouth curled into a slight smile, "Ah Qing, after all these years, don't you still trust me, your master?"

His silly master, can he trust him again?

Shen Qing stared at the person in front of him for a long time, then raised his lips slightly, "Trust Master."

"That's right."

After that, there was indeed no trace of Chu Han in the Zangshu Pavilion, but there was no sign of Chu Han in the deserted 33 Chongtian.

Without Chu Han nagging in his ears, the practice of Shen Qing's sword became boring.

Before he knew it, he had stayed on Brahma Palace for hundreds of years.

Under the pear blossom tree in Fantian Palace, Shen Qing, dressed in white, stood under the tree.The wind blows through the pear trees, making a rustling sound.The pear petals rolled up on the ground lifted his snow-colored robe and flew up. Under the wide robe, the long sword held by his slender hand shone brightly in the light and shadow.

"Who?"

In the quiet and deserted Brahma Palace, the sound of footsteps would be very clear.

However, Shen Qing knew that the sound of footsteps was not his silly master.

Qingshi's handsome face put away the obedient and docile in front of Chu Han in the past, and became cold and indifferent. At this moment, he was as cold as the ten thousand-year-old ice on the dome.

The long sword turned slightly in his hand, the tip of the sword went down, and slid across the ground, bringing out a spark.

With a sound of 'Zheng', accompanied by a gust of wind, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the throat of the person standing behind him.

"I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, did the god forget it?"

The person who spoke had a loose and sarcastic smirk while speaking, and Chen Qing cast his eyes on the other party, only feeling that his eyes were dirty.

"It's you."

Shen Qing put away the long sword, looked coldly at the Demon Lord who provoked the dispute back then, and gave a light snort.

"This is the 33rd heaven of the heavens. The Demon Lord came here alone. Could it be that he still wants to provoke the war between the heaven and the demons that happened a hundred years ago?"

Mozun Qianmoliu stared at the grown-up man and chuckled.

"After living in this heaven for so many years, could it be that the gods have forgotten their identity?"

He is obviously the god of the demon world, but he has lived in the palace of the heavens for hundreds of years. Qian Moliu is very shameless for the decision of the big boss at the beginning. Looking at him now, he has lost the awe he had at the beginning feel.

"Could it be that the dignified demon came here to question me?"

Shenqing glanced at the other party lightly, and just this one glance made Qianmoliu shudder all over.

"That's not it."

Under the tremendous oppression, Qian Moliu weighed the pros and cons, and softened, "I came here to invite the gods to go back. The devil world needs you, please go back and sit in the devil world!"

"Go back."

Shen Qing took back the long sword and swung it at Qianmoliu's sleeve, "I won't leave for the time being."

"God!"

Qian Moliu stared at the back of Shen Qing who turned around, and snapped, "Isn't the god still yearning for the heaven?"

Nostalgia?he does not know.

"It's not your turn to take care of this seat's affairs."

"Could it be for that idle god in the heavens?"

Qian Moliu laughed contemptuously while talking, "It's just a..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a punch in the face.

Qian Moliu wiped the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and stood up staggeringly, "I didn't expect, I didn't expect that the majestic god of the demon world has an unclear relationship with the heaven."

Above the silent 33rd Heaven, all that echoed were Qian Moliu's extremely sarcastic laughter.

The hands in the snow-colored sleeves slowly tightened.

A gust of strong wind blew up from under Shen Qing's feet, and the wind blew his clothes up into the air. His clear eyes were stained with a layer of red blood, which was actually more beautiful than Chu Han's. Red clothes are even more gorgeous.

Demonic energy overflowed from his body, and the black aura instantly infected the surrounding pear trees.

A pure white pear tree withered in an instant, turning into a black scorched earth that was trampled underfoot.

The only one who can trigger changes in the world is the demon god. After seeing Shen Qing's sudden change, Qian Moliu staggered back a step.

He wanted to escape while Shen Qing was not paying attention, but he didn't expect that his feet seemed to be imprisoned, and he couldn't move a single step.

"My lord, the little one... The little one is wrong... The little one is wrong..."

Seeing Shen Qing in front of him remained silent, Qian Moliu hurriedly said again: "Your Honor... you have to think twice, if you do this, you will attract the heavenly soldiers and generals from the heavens, and you will never... never go back!"

However, Shen Qing stared at him, curled her lips and smiled slightly, "You are the chief culprit who triggered the war between the demons and the heavens, and the heavens have long wanted to get rid of it. Tell me, will the heavens believe you, or will they believe me?"

"No, no, no, god... the little one will never dare, never again..."

Shenqing's hands slowly raised up, and the hands were shaped like five fingers, and they were slightly tightened.

At this moment, Qian Moliu felt that his neck was pinched out, and he couldn't speak a word.

His feet gradually left the ground, his neck was strangled again, and Qian Moliu's old face was pinched red.

"You are wrong because you know too much. There are some things that you should not think about, and that person... let alone what you should say! And you, damn it. "

The feeling of suffocation became more and more serious, and Qian Moliu's eyes fixed on Shen Qing, as if accusing him of atrocities.

However, Shen Qing at this moment is like an awakened male lion, in the midst of the storm, he is extremely angry.

"Shen Qing, you killed me... you will kill me again, you will... never again...become a fairy hahaha... hiccup"

The laughter cut off all the breath after the neck clicked, and at that moment, a shout sounded behind him.

"A Qing!"

Master!

With a sudden release of his hand, the dead Qian Moliu fell to the ground without breath.And Dao's familiar voice seemed to be a redemption, bringing Shen Qing back to reality.

When Chu Han came, he saw such a scene.

The black clouds surged in the sky, covering the entire Brahma Palace in darkness, and the man was standing under a black withered pear tree in a courtyard, his eyes were red.

"Aqing."

After all, he came a step late. Is his Ah Qing bewitched?

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It has already started to reveal the secrets, and there are still doubts ahead, which will be unfolded in this volume~

Another volume is sweet sweet QAQ