Lord is the devil

"It's fine." Jian Ling looked at him gently, covering up the hostility in his eyebrows, "By the way, let's go to Bishui Hot Spring tomorrow, you will have to fight that Manjusri in three months, now I want to relax and relax, I have bought all the jade tokens." He spread his hands, with two jade tokens lying on his palms.

Shang Xu shook his head, "You have to go on your own! Master has something to do with me, I'll go and see first."

He walked a few steps, when he suddenly heard the same footsteps coming behind him, he quickly turned around and said, "I haven't talked with the master for a long time, so you don't have to follow. Speaking of which, you have been with me for so long, and you never I didn’t look around, in my opinion, it’s good to have a few more friends, don’t always hang around me, huh?”

"Okay." There was a smile on Wucai's face, the smile was barely stiff, and when he turned around, the smile was stopped immediately, and he shattered the jade tablet lying in the palm of his hand with force.

"Why? Why don't you want to spend more time with me? You have relatives and friends, but I only have you, only you."

Wucai watched his back go farther and farther, until there was only a small dot in the end, and his heart was twisted and crazy.

Shangxu walked quickly, and it didn't take long to arrive at the place agreed with the master, it was in Wushuangzong's library, there were countless secret books on sword training and raising swords in the library.

Before the master came, Shangxu had nothing to do, so he took out a real book of raising swords from among them. This book recorded how to engrave some beautiful and practical Dao marks on the body of the sword, which can not only raise the sword but also keep it healthy. Increases the power of the sword.

It's just that there are very few dao marks that can be engraved on the body of the Wucai sword. The Wucai sword is an ancient artifact. It is inherently stronger than other swords, and ordinary dao marks cannot be engraved at all.Shang Xu read a few pages and found that only the Dao marks on the last three pages could be engraved on Wucai's sword.

He silently memorized it in his mind, and rehearsed it several times in his mind. Practice makes perfect, and he only put it back into the true book of raising swords when he remembered it.He planned to find a few swords to try after he went back, and if he could, he would engrave them on Wucai's sword.

"Shang Xu." Suddenly a voice came, and Shang Xu was taken aback. There was never anyone who could walk beside him silently without being noticed by him. There was only one person.

"master."

"What are you looking at so engrossed?" Taishu asked proactively.

Shang Xu lowered his head and bowed, "It's nothing, just looking around."

The uncle stroked his beard with a kind face, "You, as long as it's about swords, you're still so fascinated by it."

Shangxu blushed a little, a little embarrassed.

"By the way, after three months, how are you preparing for the battle with Manjusri?" Uncle Tai walked into the bookshelf first, and took out the book he had just read from the side.

"The preparations are almost done, but Manjusri's cultivation base is almost the same as mine. The three disasters and six disasters are extremely severe, and the disciples are not fully grasped." Shangxu told the truth that he and Manjusri had some problems in some aspects, and since then the two families have been inseparable. Endless competition, today you are one step ahead of me to transform into a baby, tomorrow I will be one step ahead of you to transform into a god, it will become a topic of discussion, and the pressure will be great.

The Immortal of the Void is approaching, and Lei Jie already has an irrepressible urge, so he must fight Manjusri to the death before Lei Jie arrives, to clear up both grievances and grievances.

"Don't worry, I'm optimistic about you." The headmaster opened the last page of the true book of raising a sword, and pointed to the Dao mark on it to show him, "This sword is very suitable for you, you can try it."

Shangxu leaned over to look, "Is this one? I think so too, but I think I have a high opinion of myself, so I'm afraid I don't like this beautiful color."

The venerable head teacher paused, and suddenly turned his head to look at him, "Shang Xu, I watched you grow up. You are good at everything, but you love your sword too much. In my opinion, it's better to find another one. Good as a backup. Cultivators have at least four or five swords, and you only have one, which makes the sword spirit feel that he is indispensable and threatens him with this. Also, the talentless personality is extreme. If things go on like this, it will lead to big mistakes, you You have to be prepared.”

"The disciple understands, but the disciple has no intention of cultivating another sword." Shangxu understands better than anyone else that cultivating another sword will consume all his energy, so he usually tries to accompany him as much as possible. With no talent.

The venerable head teacher suddenly sighed, and his already old body bent even more, "If you count the days, you will ascend to immortality by the end of the year. After you leave, I will be the only old man left. I have nothing to ask for as a teacher. I hope you will leave an heir."

"Master..." Shang Xu hesitated, "You also know that Wucai's temper, if I find a partner, I'm afraid..."

The venerable head teacher shook his head, with a hint of pleading on his face, "I'm old, and I don't have any ambitions. I can't help thinking of the old days, thinking of you when you were young. I have no children in my life, and the only thing I am grateful for is that I have accepted you as a disciple." , I raised you as if I were my own, and raised you up all the way, I still remember that you were naughty when you were a child, you always broke my things, you didn't eat well, and you always made me run after your ass." He said as he said He suddenly laughed, it was a nostalgic smile, he returned the true book of raising swords to Shang Xu, sighed and turned around, his back stretched and twisted under the light, "If it really doesn't work, just pretend I didn't say... ..."

Shang Xu stared blankly at the back of the master, only to feel that the master was older than before, with wrinkles all over his face, his voice was old, and even his ambition had been worn away by time.

"master……"

After he went back, he thought about it all night, his eyes were full of the master's last begging tone, in the end he still couldn't resist the master's request, the master taught him all his life, worried about him all his life, never had the slightest request, the only request he Can not but agree.

After agreeing, he was faced with another problem. Wucai looked at him to death every day. Let alone meeting a woman, he would feel disgusted even by looking at a man. It was impossible to confess. Do it behind his back.

He had thought it all over, it was just a night, he would spend his talent first, and find a random woman who loved him, he believed that the Venerable Headmaster had already arranged for this kind of thing, and he just had to let nature take its course.

Sure enough, when he said yes, the old man immediately arranged everything, as long as he went.

The old man was thoughtful and well-prepared, and he even thought of a reason to dismiss the lack of talent.

Three days later, the old man came forward to hold a sword competition. In this game, the sword spirit will compete without its master, so that even if the master is in a coma or unable to fight anymore, the sword spirit can still fight. Facing the enemy alone is extremely practical.

Many monks took advantage of this opportunity to hone their weapon spirits, and Shangxu was no exception. He called Wucai aside and explained to him carefully. Although Wucai thought it was useless, he couldn't stand Shangxu's last sentence, "If you go Now, I will be very happy, and I can rest assured to hand over my back to you."

Wucai went happily. This competition can be described as well-intentioned. The main competition is the spirituality of the sword. The only thing that makes Wucai unhappy is that there will be a period of separation from the master before the competition to test the independence of the sword spirit.

Basically, every sword spirit can't let go of this level. After all, they usually follow their master. If the master tells them to go east, they go east. If the master tells them to go west, they go west.

Wucai is no exception, especially when they have to be separated for one night before the game. He and Shang Xu are basically together day and night, and they have never been separated, even when they were injured and dying.

Not only is he not used to breaking up at first sight, but even Shangxu always looks down at the sword from time to time, only to realize that he has a match today and cannot be together after watching it.

Wucai originally didn't want to participate in Lao's sword competition, but Shangxu looked at him expectantly, and he couldn't help being proud. He must perform well and let Shangxu see that his choice was not wrong. Tujiwagou is not his opponent at all.

Smoothly throwing away Wucai, Shangxu walked along the path and quickly came to the dating place, where there was already a woman waiting there.

Slim and graceful, with a closed moon and shameful flowers, that is Hou Qianyan.

"Junior Sister?" Shangxu cried out in shock, "How could it be you?"

Hou Qianyan is the disciple of his master's younger brother, and he has a very good relationship with him on weekdays. From time to time, he will take care of him and give him a meal or something. After all, men are relatively slow in life, but in other aspects, Shangxu belongs to the kind of outstanding Excellent, whether it is the way of body training or the way of Qi training, they are far superior to others, and coupled with Wu Cai sword, it is even more majestic.

"Why can't it be me?" Hou Qianyan is a strong woman, so Shangxu has thought about anyone but her, "Brother, Yan'er has actually liked you for a long time. I know you like Wucai, so I didn't do it." I don't want to have any delusions, I just want to spend a night with you and leave a son and a half daughter."

Shangxu took a step back, "Yan'er, do you know what you're talking about?"

Hou Qianyan took a step forward, put his fingers on the belt, untied it a few times, and suddenly pulled off the clothes, revealing his perfect body, "Of course I know, I just want to give you a baby."

Shangxu turned his head away, no matter what he couldn't let Qianyan, who had a good relationship with him in the past, give birth to a child for him, "If it were you, I would rather not have one."

Suddenly, a soft body crashed into his arms, Hou Qianyan took his hand and pressed it on his chest, "Brother, please."

She spoke in a crying voice, with tears in her eyes, she was so pitiful compared to usual, this kind of woman's tenderness could not be achieved by a man.Especially Wucai, if Wucai cries, maybe he wants the moon in the sky, and Shangxu will pick it for him, but Wucai is a tough young man, and the longer he grows, the fiercer he is, there is no way to reconcile with him tenderly Women like water are on a par.

"Don't cry." Shangxu felt a little distressed. He couldn't see women crying and suffering the most, especially the younger junior sisters in the past. They were more or less affectionate when they were together every day, but his affection was between brother and sister, while Hou Qianyan was between a man and a woman. Affection.

He took off his coat and groped to put it on for Hou Qianyan, "Go back, don't do stupid things again."

Hou Qianyan cried even more fiercely, "Brother, do you know what is the most hateful thing about you? You obviously don't like me, but you still treat me so tenderly, making me fall into it and cannot extricate myself."

She was wearing a topless coat on her shoulders, crying like a child, her eye makeup was stained, and her rouge was dripping, "If it's possible, I really don't want to know you, so that I won't compete with Wucai for a man, you know , he once asked me naively, "If I know everything women do, plus what women don't, will Shang Xu love me more?" He came to ask me to cook and wash, embroider thrush, not only that, The entire Wushuang sect has been run by him, but he is so talented that he can learn everything at once, and he did this just to make you love him more."

Shangxu thought for a while, it seems that he is talented in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, washing and cooking, embroidery, thrush, alchemy and refining tools, which covers almost all his daily life.

Because when he was a child, he always talked about women becoming husband and wife, men becoming brothers, and no talent not wanting to be brothers, but wanting to be husband and wife, so he thought that if he knew everything about women, he could compare women to others, and be grandiose. wife.However, he overlooked one thing, he can't have children, if he could have children, Shang Xu wouldn't have to go out so hard, find a talented person to have a genius son with him, so that the old man will have successors.

"Go back!" Shangxu suddenly regretted, he felt that he had betrayed Wucai, although he didn't do anything, but he thought about it.

Wucai has always treated him wholeheartedly, whether it is taking care of him in life or on the battlefield, he would rather be destroyed by the sword than to protect himself. Shangxu was rescued from the war several times by him.

"I'll see you off." The girl's family had a sudden change, and Shang Xu was afraid that she would be overwhelmed.

"Okay." Hou Qianyan's mood had gradually stabilized. She turned around suddenly and said seriously, "Brother, my love is not as good as his. Please cherish it and don't regret it later."

Shangxu nodded, of course he knew.

"Don't care about what the old man said, just do what you like to do. You are the body of the sword species, and you can get twice the result with half the effort by practicing the skills of my sword hall. You will be leaving at the end of the year. The old man wants to take this opportunity to let you and other talented people Ran's daughter gave birth to a genius son, so that the Wushuang sect can continue to flourish."

Shangxu smiled wryly, he knew all this, but he couldn't refuse a master who had taken care of him for half his life, a master who treated him like his own son.

His parents died early, and he was raised by his master. He couldn't refuse the only request from his master.

"Oh!" He could only sigh after all, speechless.

Wucai on the other side is locked in a place with a group of sword spirits. He thinks very highly of himself, and he doesn't care about anyone except Shang Xu. When the sword spirits come to play with him, he doesn't go, just hangs high in the air, shrinking Into the space inside the sword.

After a while, the other tool spirits began to talk about their master, saying that they once fought side by side with the master and gave the master a bag, which the master still wears next to his body.

He also said that there was something wrong with his master, such as sleeping with his arms around his sword, or wiping his body every day.

He listened curiously, involuntarily showing the prototype, walked out from the sword, and listened to them showing off.

Since the shape of the sword spirit cannot be controlled by humans, the sword spirit is also male and female. Many Wushuang sects use the sword spirit as their wife, so no matter whether they are male or female, they are more or less feminine.

Being raised by the master as a woman, she learned how to dress herself up, either with a flower on her head, or with rouge and gouache on her face, no talent would disdain to do this, he has always relied on his strength to capture Shang Xu's heart.

But seeing everyone sharpen their knives, some with wheat ears, some with shells, and others with shells, each of them made themselves beautiful, saying that this way the master is pleasing to the eye, and those who are incapable are also very itchy.

"If I also make myself more beautiful, the master will definitely spend a lot of time with me, no, I will do it too." He took off his body, borrowed a whetstone, and sharpened his sword Shiny and shiny, with a little flicker and reflection.

Girls are better at dressing up than boys, especially a sword spirit named Yunniang. She took out a bright red wheat ear with a piece of jade on it. Yunniang stroked the jade pendant in a daze, "this jade pendant is It was given to me by the master. At that time, I was his most beloved sword, and he took me with him no matter where he went. But one day, he found another sword, and he no longer took me seriously. Hold the sword, love, love, love."

There were tears in her eyes, there were laughter and bitterness, it was extremely complicated, and she couldn't understand it without talent.

"You still have a jade pendant, my master never gave me anything."

"That's right, I don't have either. The master said that the best gift is not as good as long-term companionship." A male sword spirit suddenly said this, and everyone glared immediately. Wucai looked up and found that it was the sword of Senior Brother Shangxu , that day, Shangxu’s senior brother had been expecting a female sword spirit, but it turned out to be a male. His eyes darkened with anger, and he passed out. Unexpectedly, he accepted the fact that he was a male in just a few days, and he was still enjoying it , coaxing his sword spirit to laugh every day.

"Speechless, you brat is showing off again."

"Kill this kid to death, show affection every day."

"watch out."

There was a fight over there, no talent to watch, and he didn't want to blend in. He felt that people in this world, except the master, were superfluous.

But the master has many friends and relatives. They occupy the master's time every day, so that the master has no time to stay with him. His wish is very simple, that is, to be with the master all the time. Let the master himself admit that he needs him and loves him.

"My master loves me the most, and last time he praised the delicious dishes I made."

"My master is the one who loves me the most. He will accompany me to watch the sunrise every month."

"What are you? My master even embroidered a purse for me."

"Don't talk about it, you guys are nothing. I still remember one day when it rained, my master held an umbrella to cover me from the rain. He was exposed outside, his clothes were all wet, and he felt so sorry for me."

Everyone was chattering enthusiastically, wanting to say a few words even if they were ignorant, he opened his mouth, and suddenly found that his master had never done anything for him, everything was done for him, and the master never gave anything to him. He did.

Not only that, but he always dislikes that he is not a woman, no woman feels soft and comfortable.

So he tried his best to learn everything that women know, but in the eyes of his master, he is still inferior to a woman who can only act like a baby and has a softer body than him.

The only fortunate thing is that the master only has his sword. Anyone who loves swords will find a way to get it home when he sees a sword. Only the master can't. Let the master have no sword to use except him.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that the master has never done anything for him. He has done so much for the master, washing and cooking, washing and warming the bed, and even the clothes the master wears are all made by him.

The more Wucai thinks about it, the angrier he gets. After going out, he must ask the master to do something for him, no matter how big or small, at least there will be something to show off next time.

Sunrise and sunset, one night passed quickly, he stayed up all night, and the next day was the sword competition, when he thought that his master would be waiting for him outside, and he would see him soon, he felt extremely happy.

There was a lot of noise outside early in the morning. Many people had already taken their seats and were waiting to see the performance of their swords. The sword spirits were also very excited, and many people chatted all night.

Since there are more sword spirits, there are more games. After Wucai's turn to 58 games, he waited and waited, from sunrise to noon, but it was not his turn yet.

Afraid that his master had been waiting for a long time, he even threatened and oppressed him, so he finally changed seats with someone, and changed to 31 games. When the two sword spirits on the field were defeated, he immediately flew out, hung high in the air, and looked around. Unexpectedly, he couldn't find the owner. At that moment, he was extremely disappointed, and couldn't maintain the smile on his face, so he finally pulled his face down.

He has a blood sacrifice relationship with his master. As long as he senses carefully, he can sense the approximate position of the master. He closes his eyes, ignores the opponent's attack, and senses the master's position. The attacks hit him directly, He didn't care about it, and still insisted on looking for the owner, "Where...where are you...where are you..."

He had a faint bad feeling, and he had this feeling before. At that time, his master vomited blood and was on the verge of dying, and he was almost separated from heaven and man forever, but this time it was a little different. He felt a pain in his heart, which he had never felt before. Feeling, ignorance.

Finally, he sensed the master in the back garden of Wushuangzong, who was talking to someone.

"Brother? Brother? What are you thinking?"

That voice belonged to a woman...

Wucai suddenly opened his eyes. He fell from the sky and stood on the stage without looking at his opponent. He suddenly said to the elders outside the field, "No more competition. I admit defeat. Let me out."

Because they were worried that the aftermath of the fight would hurt other people, a protective shield was set up around the field, supervised by the elders, and if the sword spirit inside was injured, it could be sent for treatment in time.

"No talent?" The elder was talking with others just now and hadn't noticed the field. Hearing his voice, he stood up abruptly from his seat, "Aren't you in the 58th game? Why did you come out so early?"

Wucai turned around abruptly, "Are you playing tricks?"

An elder actually knew exactly where he was in the ranking, and when he saw him, he looked like he had seen a ghost, and no one would believe that there were no ghosts, "Let me out quickly."

He thought that the head teacher suddenly summoned his master a few days ago, and then there was this unnecessary match. He didn't understand it at first, but now he finally understands that it was to drive him away. He already knew that the head teacher looked at him. Not pleasing to the eye, I always want to find a good wife for Shangxu, the kind who can take care of husband and raise children, but he has no talent, he is a man, he can't have children, and he will bring inconvenience to the master.

After all, liking men is still not recognized now. Everyone thinks it is a disease, a poison, and it is he who pulled Shang Xu down from his superior position. His existence should not be there.

But he doesn't care, even if the whole world scolds him, he only wants to be alone.

"Where is the master?" Wu Cai stared at the elder, "I want to see him."

The sword on his back was taken off by him, faint blue light radiated everywhere, the Wucai sword emitted sword light, the tiny sword energy was attached to the sword, countless magic sounds rolled, and Wucai made a move.

"Wait a minute." The elder was in a hurry. Wucai is someone who wants to ascend to immortality along with Shang Xu. Naturally, an elder like him can't stop him, and he may even be hurt by him.

Wucai is the well-deserved first sword of the entire Wushuang sect. If he joins forces with Shangxu, it will almost be equivalent to the great perfection of two heavenly immortals in the late stage.

In ancient times, only the Golden Immortal could ascend to the Immortal Realm. It wasn't until later that the aura was lacking and no one ascended to the Immortal Realm for tens of thousands of years.

The elder didn't dare to stop him, so he quickly dodged, Wucai didn't make things difficult for him too much, so he raised his sword and left.

In the back garden of the Wushuang sect, two figures slowly approached. Yesterday's unhappiness quickly passed away. The old man found another partner for Shang Xu, who was the daughter of the next door treasure hall master, Mu Kexin, Mu Kexin was a good-looking person. , kind-hearted, wholeheartedly for his sake.

"Brother, if you can't accept it today, we can come back tomorrow, but I'm willing to wait." Mu Kexin blushed to be with the person she liked.

After a while without waiting for an answer, Mu Ke turned around in confusion, and found that his senior brother Shangxu was in a daze again, "Senior brother? Senior brother? What are you thinking? Why are you always in a daze?"

She didn't understand why he was always in a daze thinking about other things when a young woman was standing in front of him.

"What an idiot, stupefied." She stomped her feet and thought.

"En?" Shangxu finally came back to his senses, "I didn't think about anything, I just wanted to engrave runes on Wucai's sword, and you know his temper..."

"Senior brother." Mu Kexin interrupted him suddenly, "We are dating, and you actually thought of engraving runes on the sword! You...you..." She seemed to have nothing to say, her face flushed red with anger.

Shang Xu sighed, he didn't defend himself, he just looked at the wild flowers on both sides in a daze, the wild flowers didn't know what kind of flowers they were, they were big and colorful, and they smelled very good.

Suddenly, a sword qi galloped towards him, and Shangxu glanced at it in shock, only thinking that it was somewhat similar to his own Wucai sword, "No, isn't this my Wucai sword?"