After Immortal Qing Leng loses his memory

As the evening approaches, the setting sun shines on the mountains, and the rays of the sun pour over the mountains. The place is desolate and quiet, and there are no tourists in the inn.

There was only a waiter at the counter with his chin propped up, so bored that he could only drive away mosquitoes and flies.

Sensing the movement by the door, he quickly raised his head to meet him, and said enthusiastically: "Several guest officers, should you stay at the top?"

There were a total of five or six men who entered the door, all dressed as ordinary monks, with white robes and wooden hairpins, all of them tall and straight, with clear eyes and elegant demeanor.

The waiter in the shop nodded secretly in his heart, not bad, not bad, it suits his taste very much, it is worth waiting for him.

“Stay in the hotel, stay in the hotel!”

The boy who led the charge into the inn said: "Brother, I have been flying with the sword all day, my legs are so soft, why don't I just rest here tonight?"

One of them sneered and said: "Tong Qing, you weren't tired after playing crazy for a day and a night the day before yesterday, and you only set off at noon today, your legs will be weak now?"

"Second senior brother, I was going to exercise my body and experience life in the mortal world by the way,"

Tong Qing rolled her eyes, turned around and looked at the two people who entered the door one after the other, "Even if I can bear it, the younger brother should rest, it's not like you don't know that he is weak."

The elder brother who followed him in had warm eyebrows, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

The other person also raised his head upon hearing the sound, with black hair and a wooden hairpin, his face was like a bright moon, his body was like a jade tree, he was extremely tall, but his lips were pale, with a trace of sickness, his whole body was as cold as frost and snow, repelling others thousands of miles away.

The man just stepped into the inn, his footsteps paused, and his eyes fell on the waiter.

A strong sense of oppression struck, and the waiter was stiff all over, but the man had no expression on his face, and seemed to glance casually.

"Junior Brother," Tong Qing walked up to the man, winked and said, "Are you tired too?"

In the past six months since he set off, whenever Tong Qing gets tired and sleepy, or when he wants to play and eat something, Xuan Shuang will definitely be "the same" as him, and everyone is no longer surprised by this.

"Yes, yes," the shop clerk said with sweat on his forehead, "It's getting late, it's not safe to travel."

"There are many monsters in the mountains and fields." Xuan Shuang looked away from Xiao Er, looked at the elder brother, and said indifferently: "It's really not safe."

The elder brother realized something, and said to the waiter: "Is there any spare room in the inn?"

Just waiting for you to come to the door, why not.

The waiter in the shop suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, there are enough guest rooms, how many rooms do the immortal masters need?"

"Fifth Junior Brother, Junior Junior Brother, you still need to share a room with each other," the senior brother thought for a while, and discussed with several people: "How about four of us sharing a room in pairs?"

Everyone knows that Xuanshuang has a cold temper and doesn't like to be close to others, Tongqing doesn't sleep well, and always tosses and turns at night, so everyone has four guest rooms along the way, and let the two of them live alone.

"Would you like Tongqing to share a room with me?" The second senior brother deliberately said: "Isn't his legs so weak that it would be inconvenient to let him sleep in a room by himself at night?"

Tong Qing hurriedly said: "No need, my legs won't be soft after a while..."

The second senior brother mocked: "If you're full, your legs won't be soft, right?"

"Shut up!" Tong Qing said, rushing to cover his mouth, and several people laughed together.

"Then come to four guest rooms." The elder brother shook his head helplessly, and then said to the waiter: "Let's have some more food."

The shop clerk nodded hurriedly, and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, just wait for a while."

After a while, the waiter in the shop quickly brought out some vegetarian dishes, "You guys are objective and take it easy."

Xuanshuang has been without chopsticks for an unknown number of years, "Master, it's been half a year," Tong Qing poked at the vegetarian food in front of him, "Do you think we will encounter any big ones during our trip down the mountain?" Demon?"

"I will never forget it," the second senior brother glanced at him, and said, "There must be an echo, and the evil spirits will come to you tonight."

Tong Qing: ".."

They are all disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, which is a small sect that is not well-known in the Three Realms. There are no more than a hundred disciples in the entire sect.

The style of the sect is harmonious, and the disciples get along well with each other. At the same time, the practice is also the most loose in the entire Three Realms. The head of the sect takes the lead in fishing for three days and drying the net for two days. He never assigns homework and does not force the disciples to practice. Carry out the word to the end.

Xiaoyaozong arranges a group of disciples to go down the mountain every year. It is called to slay demons and demons, and to observe the people's sentiments. In fact, they come out to visit the mountains and rivers.

It has been more than half a year since Xuan Shuang followed the five senior brothers down the mountain, and they traveled all the way. At this moment, they are probably hundreds of thousands of miles away from Xiaoyaozong.

When they first descended the mountain, Tong Qing was nervous and scared, worrying that they might encounter some kind of monsters on the way, but along the way, not to mention monsters, not even a spiritual monster.

The elder brother was amused by Tong Qing's terrified appearance, and couldn't help but said: "Now it's not 500 years ago, when all the demons were sealed in Mount Tai'a, how could there be so many great demons."

"The ones now are just little monsters." The second senior brother snorted coldly, "If you really encounter demons, then you should cry."

Tong Qing pursed her lips, pouted her neck and said, "Stop looking down on people, I was born at the wrong time. If it was 500 years ago when the evil spirits were making trouble, I would definitely be the number one expert in eliminating evil spirits! Don't embarrass our Xiaoyaozong!"

Xuan Shuang listened to the people chatting and laughing, the tea in front of him was steaming, the inn didn't have any good tea, and the old tea had a very faint fragrance and a bitter taste.

"..Speaking of 500 years ago, Lord Yuchen was the master of exorcising demons. With a Soul Devouring Formation and a Nirvana Sword, even the great demons were frightened."

"What do you want to use to get rid of demons?" The second senior brother sneered, "Is it because of your Yujian's weak legs?"

Tong Qing was so angry that he was half-dead, and immediately said: "So what? He is not a fallen demon and murderer afterward, and he will still stink for thousands of years after his fall!"

Xuan Shuang's eyelashes moved slightly, looking down at the light yellow tea soup in the cup.

"That's wrong." Eldest brother said softly, "Although I don't know why Lord Yuchen fell into the demon and murdered the teacher, but in the matter of subjugating demons and eliminating demons, he is indispensable. Otherwise, we don't know what kind of chaos will be in the Three Realms today. .”

Xuan Shuang's hand holding the teacup moved, her face was calm, and she quietly listened to the conversation of the few people.

There was a moment of silence in the inn, and after a long while, Tong Qing curled her lips and said, "Speaking of which, I'm quite curious about that... Lord Yuchen. No.1, it's a pity that he later strayed into the magic way."

"Eldest senior brother is right, if you have no shame in your heart when exorcising demons, and are willing when you fall into demons, then what does he care about his posthumous name?" The second senior brother raised his eyebrows, and said: "Our Xiaoyao Sect has always been not sticking to the worldly vision. good."

"...Okay," Tong Qing was not convinced, and whispered: "If you become a demon in the future, I will be the first to get rid of you."

Second Senior Brother: ".."

Everyone laughed, Xuan Shuang silently drank the tea in the cup amidst the laughter, the bitterness soaked the lips and tongue instantly.

The night fell, and the temperature in the mountains gradually dropped. After eating and drinking, the few people chatted and came to an end. Under the leadership of the waiter, they went to the guest room on the second floor.

The center of the second floor is hollowed out, overlooking the entire inn lobby. The guest rooms are arranged in sequence, and there are about a dozen rooms at a glance.

The waiter took Xuan Shuang to the door of one of the rooms, then turned and left.

Xuan Shuang glanced around before pushing the door open. There was no candlelight in the room. He was lying on the couch, staring at the pitch-black void, and what the brothers said just now rang in his mind.

A year ago, when he opened his eyes, he was already in Xiaoyaozong. He didn't know why he didn't die, and he didn't know who sent him to this small sect. No one in Xiaoyaozong asked about his origin, and he didn't want to Bring it up again.

It has been 500 years since he was encircled and suppressed after killing his teacher, but now he is no longer the notorious "Jade Chen Lord" in the cultivation world, but "Xuan Shuang", a little-known disciple of Xiaoyao Sect in the mortal world.

Xuan Shuang lay down for a while, but still couldn't fall asleep, so she got up from the collapsed bed and gently opened the wooden window.

Xuanshuang cleared the distracting thoughts in his mind, no matter what, his long-cherished wish in this life is over, he has no more obsessions, Xiaoyaozong is a good place, it is suitable for him to practice leisurely, travel around mountains and rivers.

Xuanshuang was sitting by the window, thousands of mountains were crawling, dark clouds closed the moon, and the night wind blowing seemed to have a strange smell, no, this is... evil spirit?

There was not only a demonic aura in the air, but also a very faint smell of blood. Xuanshuang seemed to hear a cry for help as light as a mosquito. He suspected that he heard it wrong, so he jumped off the wooden window and floated in the air.

In the darkness, a hundred meters away from the inn, a figure stumbled and appeared on the mountain path, but fell to the ground after taking a few steps. After struggling back and forth several times but failed to stand up, the figure squirmed and crawled towards the inn .

Xuan Shuang's figure was hidden under the eaves of the inn, he watched coldly, but did not immediately help.

After a while, the evil spirit in the air became thicker, and three huge, strangely shaped black figures appeared behind the man. The man crawling on the ground was dragged towards the forest by his ankles, and Xuan Shuang heard a faint cry for help sound, and then the man stood up and fought the shadow to the death.

But he was at the end of his strength, and his strength was far from that of the three hundred-year-old monsters. After only a few moves, he was knocked down and lay dying on the ground. The smell of blood wafted in the air.

Spiritual energy fluctuated in the air, and one of the monsters seemed to want to kill him before dragging him away. It slammed a palm at his head, but the man remained motionless and gave up resistance.

Seeing that he was about to die at the hands of the monster, Xuan Shuang stopped watching, raised his hand and threw out a wave of spiritual power, and the monster flew several feet away.

Xuan Shuang stepped on the ground with her feet on the ground, just as she appeared next to the man, three monsters had already attacked him. At this time the night was quiet, Xuan Shuang didn't want to wake up her seniors, so she should fight quickly.

"Silence."

Xuan Shuang's eyebrows are serious, neither dodging nor dodging.Grabbing his right hand in the void, a slender and beautiful sword with a cold light appeared in his hand.

The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, Ling Lie's murderous aura instantly filled the sword body, Xuan Shuang raised his arms and sleeves and swung the sword.

The three monsters sensed the crisis, and it was too late to hide.

"what--"

There was a short scream, and three groups of black shadows were wiped out under Xuanshuang's sword, leaving no bones behind.

With a thought in Xuan Shuang's mind, the Nirvana Sword disappeared in his hand, Xuan Shuang picked up the people on the ground, and the next moment, they were already in the room of the inn.