You are not allowed to become a demon through books

Yes. "

Fatty looked like someone from the past, and said with a smile: "You don't know, the head of the sect who hosts will not be there the night before the Fairy Fairy Conference. will be on the mountain."

"what?!"

The two senior brothers spoke at the same time, instantly satisfying Fatty's vanity, and he said in a proud tone of knowing everything: "Although it is the host, how can the power of distraction in the cultivation world be seen by ordinary people? But the more so , the more people you want to meet, do you two really want to meet each other?"

Both brothers and sisters nodded in unison.

The fat man shook his head and pretended to say, "Want to meet? It's easy. When the whole meeting is over and the top three are determined, Da Neng will naturally... invite you to meet him alone."

The author has something to say: Fixed a small bug, changed "if the conference is over" to "if the conference is over, before you and I go down the mountain,"

3 days is too much time.

==This is the disadvantage of posting while writing, BUG should be corrected at any time.

☆, lottery

"So, the head of the Cloud Chasing Sect will only appear at the end of the Fairy Fairy Conference?"

"Exactly."

The Fairy Conference is over, that is, three days later, in order to solve the matter of breaking the spirit nail, it must be left until the end.But if that happens and Jing Qiu doesn't apologize, the Heavenly Rank Jade Spirit Stone of the Spirit Control Sect will have to change his surname to Zhuyunmen!

Besides, he had to hang out on the mountain for three days, no matter how Lu Zhuoyang thought about it, he felt uncomfortable all over.

The fat man was talking happily, and Jiang Ling spoke in front of the hall.He transmits the voice with his inner breath, although the distance is far away, the voice seems to be close to the ear.He only heard a voice: "Everyone."

The noisy hall immediately fell silent, and they all looked towards the front of the hall.

Under the attention of so many people, Jiang Ling did not show any signs of timidity, and spoke calmly as usual: "As we all know, the time of the Fairy Conference is tight and the tasks are heavy. Only monks who complete each day in time can stay on the mountain until the next day."

Lu Zhuoyang heard it, isn't it?Does this mean that those who cannot complete the daily tasks will be eliminated?Can't stay on the mountain?If it doesn't last until the third day... isn't it just a waste of time? !

He was thinking wildly, Jiang Ling stopped talking, turned to look at Jing Qiu aside, the young man grinned, and opened the white brocade box in his hand.

I saw the gloomy light flowing in the box, and a row of white jade-colored long sticks rose from the flowing light, lined up neatly, floating steadily in the air in front of the disciples of Zhuyunmen.

Although Li Yingjie put on a debt-seeking face from beginning to end, he didn't dare to neglect at this moment, and then opened the black brocade box in his hand.

The same gloomy light was flowing, and a row of ink-black long sticks floated up and mixed into the jade-white long sticks.

"What is this for?" Lu Zhuoyang asked the fat man beside him in a low voice.

The fat man was very happy to show off, and he lowered his voice and said: "This is the lottery of choosing fate. There are 66 black signs and 66 white signs. There are 130 numbers in total. It was handed down by the host of the first generation of fairy conference. There are extremely strong Blessed by the magic technique, it cannot be counterfeited or cheated. The black and white lottery are each in pairs, engraved with a unique number. They are usually stored separately, and when the lottery needs to be drawn, the two are mixed. After half a cup of tea, the black and white lottery will be within a hundred meters Find people who are predestined within, and catch them one by one."

lottery?Right? Is it really written in the novel "The Transformation of Immortals and Demons"?Why don't you remember this part?

Lu Zhuoyang was very puzzled, is this really the book "The Transformation of Immortals and Demons" that he had read?Apart from the fact that the major settings that have appeared so far are the same, the details are vastly different.

Could it be that he wore a pirated book...?

As he was thinking to himself, Fang Tianyue followed the fat man's words and asked, "Is this a mandatory group? Can't you choose your companions freely?"

The fat man said: "You don't understand. Cultivation is not only about ability, but also about luck. Look at how many capable people have been in the past and present, and how many people can really get the Mahayana? Most likely it was bad when they ascended to the catastrophe." The original intention of holding the fairy conference was to double-test monks at the beginning of their entry into the world, so as to remind everyone that strength and luck are indispensable in order to gain a place in the cultivation world. Therefore, which ranking number, Which partner is drawn is a test for the participants, and I cannot help myself."

The fat man took a sneak peek at the front of the hall, the fate lottery hadn't been moved, and all the disciples of Zhuyunmen were still waiting for orders, so he said: "Seeing that the two of you came here without understanding anything, I am really not at ease. This time, I will be a good person, and I will tell you about it before the lottery is signed."

Fang Tianyue smiled and said, "All ears."

The fat man said, "Do the two of you know the basic rules of the fairy conference?"

Lu Zhuoyang said: "I don't know."

The fat man said: "I guess so. The Fairy Fairy Conference is held every three years, hosted by the five schools and six factions in turn. Sign and select a two-person team, and set off for the back mountain on time at [-]:[-] on the second day. The two-person unit is settled at [-]:[-] every day. If one of them fails to complete the task, the entire group will be eliminated. The eliminated person will be "invited" to go down the mountain on the same day. The remaining teams advance to the next round."

Fang Tianyue was stunned, and asked again: "This fat... son, do you know what kind of mission it is?"

Fatty was stumped this time, he shook his head and said, "I really don't know, the content of each Fairy Conference is different, even though one sect presides over the exam questions, five sects and six sects put forward the exam questions jointly, sects Leaking secrets is not allowed inside, otherwise the person who leaks the secrets will be backlashed by magic. Therefore, no one will know the exam questions in advance, even if they ask the disciples of Zhuyunmen, they will still be ignorant."

"I see." Lu Zhuoyang nodded and said, "This elder brother really knows a lot. I would like to ask, how many times have you participated in the Fairy Conference?"

The fat man shyly said: "To be honest, there are few people in the sect. This is the second time I participated. Last time... I was 'invited' down the mountain on the first day."

The two brothers and sisters said in unison: "Oh."

The fat man rubbed his face, and said again: "It's not that I insisted on participating in this Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Fairy Tail Conference, but actually..." Having said this, he was a little embarrassed, and looked up at the front of the hall again.

The black and white lottery cards are staggered and ready to move, and they are fanning out to the outside.

The fat man excitedly said: "It's started!"

I saw the two-color fate-selecting lottery intertwined, black and white echoing each other, intertwined and flipping over the lobby, all the monks looked up one after another, their eyes followed the fate-selecting lottery, with a look of anticipation on their faces, guessing that they would be chosen next. What kind of partner is the fate lottery?

After flipping the lottery for a while, some people gradually found the target, so the black and white lottery slowly separated and fell to the predestined person respectively.

The first pair to choose a good number is often more eye-catching.

The white lottery will be drawn quickly, and you will find a destined person first.With an exclamation, Lu Zhuoyang followed the prestige, and the white lottery with the number one was falling into the hands of Li Ruyu, the junior sister of Zhuyunmen.

The fat man stretched his head, and said enviously: "I don't know which monk is signing against Miss Ruyu. Even if the Fairy Conference fails to win the top three, it is worthwhile to share the joys and sorrows with Miss Ruyu."

Lu Zhuoyang said contemptuously: "This monk, your thoughts are so upright."

The fat man chuckled and said, "You don't know, this fate lottery is also called 'marriage lottery' in our place.

"As long as there are female cultivators in the meeting place, the lottery will not choose two female cultivators together. Often, a male and a female will be selected first, and the rest will be male and female.

"Think about it, the responsibility of protecting female cultivators at the Fairy Conference is a man who will do his best, right? All women in the world have the same sex, and when they meet someone with a true temperament, they will share weal and woe with you at the Fairy Conference. Those who are soft-hearted can always give birth to some affection.

"As long as the female cultivator has such a little affection for you, wouldn't it be great to work harder after the Fairy Conference is over, and you might be able to cultivate a fairy and Taoist couple if you are destined?"

Lu Zhuoyang said: "Sounds quite reasonable?"

The fat man smiled again, and said: "To tell you the truth, the reason why I came to participate in the second round is precisely for this reason. Last year, I chose a man for me in the fate lottery. Let's see if I can try my luck this year. Hehe, choose a man." Hey, hey, nun."

He approached Lu Zhuoyang, pouted forward, and said: "There are many people who think like me. Look at the little goatee on the opposite table. They were a couple with me last year. I'm afraid they also have the same idea. Grandpa bless you , don’t choose the two of us together again.”

It turned out that they came here for a blind date in disguise, which completely refreshed Lu Zhuoyang's understanding of the leftover men in the cultivation world.He really didn't know how to answer the words, so he could only pretend to smile, pretending to be curious about who would team up with Li Ruyu, and kept his eyes on the black ticket number one.

The fat man wanted to talk to him again, but only saw the back of his head, so he had to give up.Fang Tianyue looked at the fat man's sideways face and wanted to talk to him again, so she hurriedly followed Lu Zhuoyang's example and raised her head, staring at the black sign with great interest.

Although the current progress is slightly different from the original plot of "The Transformation of Immortals and Demons", as the male protagonist and number one female protagonist in the novel, no accident, the black lottery corresponding to Li Ruyu should have fallen into Jiang Ling's hands.

However, the No. [-] black lottery hangs in the air after the white lottery is finalized.

Lu Zhuoyang secretly said: "Isn't it broken?"

Just as he was thinking, the black sign trembled, and slowly flew towards him.

"!!!"

Lu Zhuoyang was shocked, the black lottery No. [-] should belong to him, right?It's because he didn't die fast enough, right?

Seeing that the black lottery was about to fall in front of him, Lu Zhuoyang subconsciously stepped aside.

Fortunately, the black stick flew past his cheeks, and he didn't turn his head to look for him again. Instead, it fell crookedly into Fang Tianyue's palm along with the envious, jealous, and disdainful eyes of all the monks.

Holding the black lottery number one, Fang Tianyue was a little surprised at first, then narrowed her eyes, looked in Li Ruyu's direction, and met the girl's eyes.

Fang Tianyue nodded slightly towards her, showing a decent smile.Li Ruyu blushed, and hurriedly lowered her head.

Lu Zhuoyang: "..." This rhythm is not right, Fang Tianyue is going to be crazy, embarking on the road of robbing the male protagonist's harem is gone forever.

No matter what Lu Zhuoyang thinks, the group chosen by fate will not change.After the dust settled in the group numbered [-], the speed at which the remaining lottery tickets fell was significantly accelerated. Those who got the lottery in the first few pairs could still find the person with the lottery on the spot; The phases are scattered and dazzled, and it is impossible to tell who is from whom.

Fortunately, there is no need for everyone to make a decision on the spot. If you are interested, you can find a companion with the matching number in the lobby, and if you are not interested, you can take the sign and leave. Anyway, you can also match at the entrance of the back mountain the next day without delay.

Holding the black lottery, Fang Tianyue said "Please let me out", and squeezed her way through the corner towards Li Ruyu's table.

Lu Zhuoyang and the fat man were left sitting together, with empty hands, looking at the last few pairs of fate lottery.

Lu Zhuoyang raised his head and his neck was about to break. Seeing that the fortune-telling lottery was getting less and less, he felt a little uneasy, and asked the fat man, "I said, this lottery...should be one for everyone, right?"

The fat man's neck was about to break, and he replied with difficulty: "No, no. Do you know how many people are participating in this Fairy Conference?"

Lu Zhuoyang said: "I don't know."

The fat man said: "A total of 150 six numbers. Do you know how many fate lottery there are?"

Fatty said in the previous introduction that there are 66 black tickets and 66 white tickets. The total is: "Two of 130."

"That's right." The fat man rubbed the sore back of his neck, and turned to Lu Zhuoyang with a serious face, "There are 150 monks in total, and a total of 130 two lottery tickets."

Lu Zhuoyang did an addition and subtraction:

132-156 =

……

He turned to the fat man with the same seriousness, and said, "You didn't say that there are fewer people than people."

The fat man said, "Now you know."

Lu Zhuoyang: "..."

The fat man said: "If you don't get a fate lottery, you can go home early tomorrow morning."

Lu Zhuoyang: "..."

Can it be better!

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☆, grouping

While the two were talking, a black sign fell slowly.The fat man stretched out his hand, and the black sign landed firmly in his palm without dodging or avoiding it.Only then did the tense nerves relax, and the fat man wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said with a tired smile, "It can be regarded as catching up."

It's just that his fate lottery is at the bottom of the list, and his wish to form a team with a female cultivator may not come true.

The fat man said to himself: "No. 63, I don't know who will hold the white lottery."

Lu Zhuoyang was nervous about who would get the remaining three pairs of fate lottery. He patted him on the shoulder and comforted him perfunctorily, "Don't panic, it won't be that little goatee."

After speaking, the two of them coincidentally looked at the opposite table lightly, unexpectedly the little goatee was twisting his waist to look at the two of them, and when he saw this, he shook the white sticks in his hands at them, and stretched out the other free one With his hand, he gestured a croissant and a bird screen three.

Lu Zhuoyang: "..."

The fat man couldn't believe it, and asked Lu Zhuoyang, "Look at his gesture." He repeated the movement of the little goatee, making a six and then a three, "what does it mean?"

Lu Zhuoyang said: "That's right, it's exactly what you think."

Fatty leaned back dejectedly, and murmured: "Heaven will kill me. Heaven will kill me."

At this moment, there was a lot of noise in the hall, and the monks who got the visas left one after another. Only a few people remained where they were, and Lu Zhuoyang was one of them.

He had never met Fatty before, and he couldn't say any more comforting words, so he just waited intently for the final result.The fat man muttered for a while, and suddenly remembered that the person next to him didn't even get the lottery, so he finally stopped sighing. Seeing that Lu Zhuoyang was very nervous, it was inconvenient to disturb him, so he got up and left quietly.

A pair of fate lottery tickets disappeared immediately after, but everyone who got them was excited.Especially the person who got the 65th black lottery, jumped up from his seat with excitement, couldn't stop laughing, and ran wildly in the lobby while laughing, knocking the tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks into a loud bang.

"Frenzy! Stop messing around!" A disciple of Zhuyun Sect immediately shouted.All the low-ranking disciples went into battle together, took up their swords and surrounded them, chasing the nearly mad monk and running around the field.

"Stop! Don't run any more!"

"Quick! Stop him!"

……

The solemn atmosphere was instantly destroyed.

The tension that has been lingering around Lu Zhuoyang ever since he knew that there were more people than the number of lots drawn, was also amused by the chase scene in front of him. After forcing", he simply raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows to join in the excitement.

The arena was jumping around, when a white fate lottery suddenly fell into Lu Zhuoyang's arms.

What does "!!!" mean?

Lu Zhuoyang hugged the white sign in a hurry, and was stunned for a while: "The last pair?" He lowered his head and glanced at the white sign in his arms, and there was indeed a capital 66 engraved on it.

hey yo!If you are lucky if you walk shit, the sky will never die, and I will drive to the front of the mountain and have my own road. The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge!

Lu Zhuoyang couldn't care less about watching the excitement, and couldn't restrain his inner ecstasy, and put the white lottery into his sleeve.As if afraid of being snatched away, he buried his head and hurried away from the lobby.

There were a dozen or so people left in the hall, all of whom were distracted by the lunatic, completely unaware of the whereabouts of the last pair of fortune-telling sticks.

Lu Zhuoyang was happy when he got the fate lottery, humming a song all the way to the residence, taking out the white lottery from time to time on the way to play with.

On the other hand, Fang Tianyue got the lottery lottery early, and seeing how noisy the lobby was, she volunteered for Li Ruyu to send her back to her residence, and then turned back the same way. On the way, she happened to meet Lu Zhuoyang, who was enjoying herself.

Seeing Lu Zhuoyang's face full of joy, he asked with a smile, "Why are you so happy? How are the groups going?"

Lu Zhuoyang waved the white lottery in his hand triumphantly, and said, "The number 66 happens to be the last one. It's a pity that the lobby was too messy just now. I was so happy that I didn't pay attention to who got the black lottery."

Fang Tianyue said: "It doesn't matter, we will find out tomorrow. We have been on the road for several days, so go to bed early tonight and recharge your energy so that you can prepare for tomorrow's fairy conference." After saying that, he greeted Lu Zhuoyang to go back.

Lu Zhuoyang took two quick steps to keep up, and asked, "Brother is also in a good mood. Is this a way to keep the heavenly jade spirit stone?"

Fang Tianyue's steps obviously paused, and she replied, "Why did you remind me? I had already forgotten."

Lu Zhuoyang said: "Then..."

Fang Tianyue interrupted him and said, "Don't say too much, I don't want to hear it."

Lu Zhuoyang: "..."

Zhuyunmen arranges ordinary Datong bunks for each sect, and one bedroom can accommodate six people at the same time, which basically meets the needs.There are only two people from the entire school of the Ling Yu faction, and the room is more than enough.

The two returned to the residence, freshened up, each chose an empty bed, and climbed up early.

Lu Zhuoyang got into the bed and wrapped himself tightly. He looked back at Fang Tianyue, only to see him sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed, and began to meditate every day before going to bed.

Aware of the gaze from the side, Fang Tianyue kept his eyes closed and breathed out, and said leisurely: "Every morning and evening meditation is good for the concentration of luck and the consolidation of spiritual power. Why don't you come together?"

Lu Zhuoyang thought to himself: Didn't you say to go to bed earlier?

But after thinking about it, Lu Zhuoyang turned over and sat up obediently, kicked the quilt aside, took a meditation pose, and meditated with Fang Tianyue.

After the breath in his body circulated, Lu Zhuoyang's mind gradually emptied, and he thought about Fang Tianyue's affairs again, thinking that after the meditation was over, he would interrogate Fang Tianyue and find out what the relationship between Fang Tianyue and Li Ruyu was, and walked away with the heroine several times. Being so close, I am not afraid of being chopped up by the hero and stewed to feed the dog.

When the time is right, Fang Tianyue should be reminded to let him go further away from the heroine...

The sky gradually brightened. The night before, Fang Tianyue made an appointment with Li Ruyu, wanting to go to the entrance of the back mountain earlier to make some preparations, so he made an appointment at Yin Shimo to meet at the entrance of the back mountain of Wangu Peak.He got up early, scrubbed his face with soap locust twice, cleaned up the tartar with a thin thread, and tied his hair meticulously.

Before leaving the door, he sat cross-legged, and Lu Zhuoyang, who had maintained the same sitting position all night, gave a hand, and said, "Senior brother is going out. We will meet at [-] o'clock today, so don't be late."

Lu Zhuoyang gave a serious "hmm".

Fang Tianyue believed him, wiped her temples again, and went out with a radiant complexion, completely unaware that Lu Zhuoyang had collapsed, buried her head in the quilt and fell asleep again.

Lu Zhuoyang fell back into the cage after a solid sleep. After a while, he woke up suddenly, remembering that today was the first day of the Fairy Fairy Conference, and he had to go to the back mountain before the end of Mao's time.

Subconsciously raised his wrist and glanced at his watch—naturally there was nothing, and he didn’t care about anything else. He quickly jumped up from the bed like a monkey, washed himself carelessly, grabbed his coat and ran outside.

The road is empty and there are few people. Fortunately, there are signs along the way so that there are no detours.

When passing by the gate of the courtyard, he saw the disciples of the Zhuyun sect standing in a row at the gate, and sent a few monks who had their bye to go down the mountain expressionlessly.

Lu Zhuoyang lamented his good luck and quickened his pace.

At this time, most of the people had gathered and formed a team to enter the back mountain, and there were only a few couples left, making final preparations outside the entrance barrier.

Lu Zhuoyang looked around and found no one who was alone, feeling strange.

I don't know if the person who took the black lottery No. 66 was late like him, or if he couldn't wait to get in.

The people at the entrance had almost entered, and not far from him, there were two people, one strong and one round, repeatedly confirming the supplies in their hands.

"Do you want to bring the mountain axe?"

"Is one bottle of wound medicine enough?"

"Did the rope not fall?"

……

Lu Zhuoyang didn't know much about the situation, so he poked his head around, wanting to get closer and ask.

Da Zhuang discovered his intention, stared at him vigilantly, blocked the Qiankun bag with his body, and urged Yuantou to say: "Don't dawdle. Hurry up, don't let someone learn it."

Hearing the words, the round head put away the Qiankun bag, looked at Lu Zhuoyang with the same vigilance, and dragged Da Zhuang into the barrier.

"..." I didn't expect that the competition was quite fierce, and I started to be wary of others before entering the mountain.

Lu Zhuoyang felt bored and rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

Just as he was wondering why his partner didn't show up for so long, there was a slight sound of clothes brushing in the wind above his head, Lu Zhuoyang took advantage of the situation and took a deep breath.

Jiang Ling? !

Why hasn't he entered the enchantment yet?Why is he still here!

I saw Jiang Ling wearing a light white gown with a dark silver peony pattern, pointing to a formula and stepping on a sword.

The end is personable and graceful!What a beautiful and heroic young man!

It's just that Lu Zhuoyang didn't care to appreciate it.

Although Jiang Ling was a few years younger than him, his aura overwhelmed him a lot, and Jiang Ling had a complicated relationship with the original body—so when facing Jiang Ling, Lu Zhuoyang was extremely uncomfortable.

He wished that Jiang Ling could become a transparent person when he passed by here, and there must be no intersection.I can bear Jiang Ling's cynicism, but it would be great if I can be ignored directly.

However, Jiang Ling stepped on the flying sword, but did not enter the barrier at the back of the mountain. Instead, he directed the flying sword to land next to Lu Zhuoyang, glanced at him from bottom to top, and said, "Why is it you?"

Lu Zhuoyang was confused by the question, and said: "Why not me? You can participate in the competition with low spiritual power."

He was still thinking about Jiang Ling's contempt for him, so he got angry when he heard this, took out the lottery from his bosom, shook it quickly in front of the other party, and said, "If you have a lottery, you will participate in the competition." Qualifications, this is the rule set by your ancestors. Just wait and see! I will definitely stick to it until the third day."

He thought about it, and felt that the bragging wasn't big enough, and added: "Get another top three, and ask your junior brother to apologize to me."

"I hope you remember what you said." Jiang Ling snorted.While speaking, he reached out to grab the white lottery in Lu Zhuoyang's hand. Lu Zhuoyang dodged subconsciously, but he preemptively took the white lottery with ease.

Lu Zhuoyang said angrily: "Give me back the fate lottery!"

Jiang Ling just confirmed the number, then threw the white lottery card back into Lu Zhuoyang's hands indifferently, and said, "Don't run around after entering the back mountain. It doesn't matter if you find yourself dead, don't drag me down."

"!!!"

Lu Zhuoyang couldn't believe his ears, and asked in a daze, "What?"

Jiang Ling stretched out his hand to grab a handful of the Qiankun bag, put his two fingers together, and held a black lottery lottery engraved with the capital 66, and said with a half-smile, "What do you think?"

The author has something to say: Leading actor No. [-]: What do you think?

Leading actor No. [-]: No, I won't say.

☆, enter the mountain

Lu Zhuoyang was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment, his mind was full of "This is impossible!" "Oh, I'll go, what are you afraid of?" "What should I do now?"

However, Jiang Ling didn't seem to see his entanglement. He just put away the flying sword, and walked towards the entrance first. His extra eyes didn't show any mercy. He stopped when he was almost at the barrier, looked up at the outer wall, and asked casually. Said: "Your name is Lu Zhuoyang?"

Lu Zhuoyang said vigilantly, "I am."

Jiang Ling said: "Follow me closely, don't run around. Remember what I said, don't make me repeat it a third time."

What kind of medicine is sold in this Jiangling gourd?

Didn't you mock his low spiritual power, or make fun of his overreaching?Didn't even accuse him of the shameless act of lowering the team's average combat effectiveness?

Lu Zhuoyang's pretexts about spiritual power were all useless. He looked at Jiang Ling's back suspiciously, feeling rather uncomfortable.

It stands to reason that since yesterday, he and Zhuyunmen have not been too small. First, he injured the fat cat running around, and then indirectly caused Jiang Ling and Li Yingjie to fight, and Li Ruyu was so angry that he was so angry that he even fought with Jing Qiu. A gamble related to Zhuyunmen's face.

Even if Jiang Ling didn't hate him deeply, he should have been sneering and not giving him a good face-of course, his face is not much better now-but no matter what, at least it shouldn't be like this.

Lu Zhuoyang felt uncomfortable, and secretly said: In the original book, the two hit it off at first sight at Wangu Peak.Isn't this Jiang Ling being swayed by the plot of "The Transformation of the Immortal" at this time?

Is it really okay for the turning point to be so blunt?

He was thinking wildly, Jiang Ling was already standing at the edge of the barrier, and the bluish barrier was blown by the breeze, faintly rippling, making his lips red and teeth whiter.

"Don't dawdle," Jiang Ling said, "Come here."

Lu Zhuoyang didn't know what Jiang Ling was planning, he was always a little vigilant in his heart, walked forward a few steps slowly, and asked tentatively: "...you don't seem to mind if I hold you back?"

Jiang Ling snorted, then squinted sideways, gave Lu Zhuoyang a sneer, and said, "To me, it doesn't matter who it is."

Lu Zhuoyang was stunned.Team up?I'm afraid Jiang Ling only believes in his own ability.The implication is that no matter what kind of companion he chooses for him, the result will be the same.

Without the help of others, he is confident that he can complete the task of the entire group with his own strength, persist until the third day, and get the top three—maybe his goal is not just the top three, but the first place in the fairy conference.

Is this the absolute confidence of the strong?Or is it the blind conceit of a guy with big eyes and low hands?

Given that they were both in "The Change of Immortals" at this time, Lu Zhuoyang had to admit that it was more likely to be the former.

In the novel, Lu Zhuoyang's original body won the first place, followed by Jiang Ling, who took the second place.But now that Lu Zhuoyang has no competitiveness at all, this chip is probably already in Jiang Ling's pocket.

It turned out that it wasn't that he suddenly "followed each other" with Lu Zhuoyang, but just slowed down his attitude, so as not to delay his selfish revenge on purpose!

As expected of the hero, he can afford it and let it go!It really deserves the high reputation of 32 likes!

Since Jiang Ling was going to take over all the work and put it all on his own shoulders, Lu Zhuoyang was not polite and stood aside with his arms crossed.

Aside from the intricate relationship between the two in the original novel, the hero's thighs are so thick, it's useless not to hug him.After seeing Li Moming, the head of Zhuyunmen, begged him to put on the breaking spirit nail, and it would not be too late to draw a line with Jiang Ling.

I just hope that during this period, the suppressed demonic blood in his body will not jump out and attack.

You must know that in "The Transformation of Immortals and Demons", Jiang Ling hated the demons extremely. If he found any traces of demonic overflow, it would definitely make Lu Zhuoyang unable to bear it.

At this moment, Jiang Ling was pushing the fate-selection stick in his hand closer to the barrier. The black stick was within half a foot of the barrier, and a layer of blue light similar to that of the barrier glowed all over his body. round shape.

At first glance, it looks somewhat similar to Lu Zhuoyang's weapon, but upon closer inspection it is not. The larger one is round and horned, but it is a simple men's hairpin.

The black lottery in Jiang Ling's hand changed its appearance. Seeing that Lu Zhuoyang was still standing there, he pulled it impatiently and pulled it closer to the barrier.The white lottery in Lu Zhuoyang's hand also underwent a series of changes, turning into a white hairpin.

Only then was Jiang Ling satisfied, and said: "Go in." After saying that, he raised his foot and walked towards the barrier, but was bounced away by the counter force within half an inch of the barrier.

"What's going on?" Jiang Ling frowned, thought for a while, grabbed Lu Zhuoyang's wrist, and walked towards the barrier again, but was also bounced away.

Lu Zhuoyang was unprepared, and was blinded by the bump.

In order to prevent Jiang Ling from giving up and wanting to try again, he quickly put his toes against the ground, exerted all his strength to hold back the momentum, and said, "Don't worry, don't worry! I think those people just went in with their hair pins on their heads. Yes, I didn't see them being ejected! Why don't you try wearing them?"

Jiang Ling let go of Lu Zhuoyang suspiciously, held the hair bundle with one hand, and inserted the black hairpin obliquely into his hair.

The boy's long hair swept lightly, blurring Lu Zhuoyang's face.He wrinkled his face into a ball, spat out a few mouthfuls, imitating Jiang Ling's movements, fumbled and was about to insert the hairpin into his hair.

You must know that in the 22 years of his life, Lu Zhuoyang has never had such a special life experience as wearing long hair and braiding it. It took him a lot of effort to learn how to tie his hair. Let him get some decorations... Or just kill him? He is more refreshing.

Jiang Ling solved his own problems in a moment, but Lu Zhuoyang couldn't insert it well anyway, and made a mess of the originally neat hair.

Jiang Ling really couldn't see it, so he turned his wrist, pushed the scabbard and patted Lu Zhuoyang's knee.

Lu Zhuoyang's feet softened, "Ouch!" He knelt on the ground with one knee.

Jiang Ling snatched the hairpin and bit it, and said vaguely: "Don't move!" With one hand, he pulled away Lu Zhuoyang's hairband, tied it again three times, then took out the hairpin in his mouth, and inserted it firmly into the bun for him.

Lu Zhuoyang didn't dare to move, for fear of offending the other party and pulling out all his worries.After Jiang Ling let go of his hand, he carefully reached out and touched the top of his head back and forth.

The hair was tied up.

Lu Zhuoyang thought to himself: This Jiang Ling doesn't want to see other people's image in a mess, I'm afraid he also has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In view of being brutally pushed to kneel on the ground, there was no need to say thank you, so Lu Zhuoyang stood up, patted the dust off his knees, and stepped into the barrier.

This time, the two of them were not pushed out by the barrier again.

There is only a barrier between the inside and outside of the back mountain, but they are completely different realms.From the outside of the barrier to the inside of the barrier, the shadows of mountains, rocks and trees are the same, and what you see inside and outside is the same, but the flow of spiritual energy inside the barrier is amazing, so thick that it almost has substance.This layer of enchantment is like a transparent and fully enclosed cover, sealing all the spiritual power in the back mountain inside.

The stars in the air are scattered and shimmering, with a light blue color, which is integrated with the color of the enchantment, making people feel like they are walking in a fairyland.

Lu Zhuoyang had never seen such a beautiful scenery before, curious in his heart, he reached out and grabbed it.The shattered light was pinched into fine pieces, flowing away from the fingers, and condensed back to one place after being far away.

At this time, the two of them didn't get any hints about the mission. Jiang Ling was alert, with his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword, always paying attention to everything around him.

However, the mountains and forests were surprisingly quiet, not a single bit of birds and insects could be heard, let alone a single figure.

Lu Zhuoyang played with the aura in the mountains contentedly for a while, and gradually noticed the strangeness of the atmosphere, and was made extremely nervous by Jiang Ling's vigilant expression, so he couldn't help but relax his movements a lot.

Such an atmosphere made him a little suffocated, and he wanted to speak softly, but he saw Jiang Ling focused his ears, stretched out a finger in front of his lips, and made a gesture of silence.

After a while, he patted and tugged on Lu Zhuoyang's shoulder, pulling him in front of him, and the two of them were half kneeling and half lying in the bushes in a very close posture.

Lu Zhuoyang was at the bottom and Jiang Ling was at the top. The latter pressed Lu Zhuoyang with half of his body, opened his lips and teeth slightly, and said in a breathy voice: "Don't make a sound."

Lu Zhuoyang's ears were itchy slightly, but he didn't dare to move, his old face turned red.

The two waited for a while, the bushes shook twice and became still.

After a few more breaths, I heard a faint sound of brushing, as if something was rubbing against the top of the bushes, from far to near, approaching where the two were.

Lu Zhuoyang held his breath and didn't dare to move. After a while, the voice was very close, as if it was right next to his ears. Only then did Lu Zhuoyang see a long blue-gray snake-like mist rubbing against the bushes. , Swimming slowly over the heads of the two.

I don't know what it is, but just looking at the slowly twisting form makes people extremely disgusted.

The mist swam slowly, until the mist was out of sight for a long time, and the sound could not be heard again, and the two came out of the bushes.

Lu Zhuoyang's hands and feet were numb from Jiang Ling's pressure, he stood up and grinned, and asked curiously, "What is this, it looks disgusting?"

Jiang Ling didn't want to talk nonsense with him, but the two of them would stay for three days, if they ran around without knowing anything, it would only increase trouble.

Weighing the pros and cons, Jiang Ling replied: "Magic snakes are blind and good at hearing and distinguishing positions. They are not poisonous, but it is the mating season for charming snakes. If you get entangled, you will be in trouble. Do keep away." some."

Lu Zhuoyang wanted to know why a cloud of mist would mate, and also wanted to know what the trouble was?

But Jiang Ling obviously didn't want to say more, took off his saber and used it as a path-finding stick, fending off the branches, and walked ahead.

Lu Zhuoyang had no choice but to keep his mouth shut and followed without saying a word.

After walking aimlessly for a while, I suddenly heard a voice coming from afar.