The Way of the Demon Cult Leader Chasing His Wife

"You let go!"

Zhang Lan sternly said, she wanted to pull her hand back, but Xia Zhitao held it tightly, she would not let go no matter what, said: "Don't let go."

She was two heads shorter than the other party, and looked up at Zhang Lan with a firm determination in her eyes: "If you don't leave, at worst we will stay here."

Zhang Lan: "..."

In the process of cultivation, Moxiu has already abandoned his body and sacrificed his flesh and blood in order to obtain supreme strength.After the two demon cultivators of Asura Dao were killed by Zhang Lan, their bodies were being destroyed and collapsed bit by bit, shattered into countless black dust, and the black blood gushing out slowly evaporated into the air.

In the blink of an eye, there were only two pitch-black carbon marks left in the hall. Two sets of magic repair clothes and the waist token fell to the ground, but no one dared to move.

The shopkeeper wiped the sweat off his head, and called out to the shivering waiter: "Come here! Wipe the floor, and then throw away those black things."

After Xia Zhitao confirmed that Zhang Lan didn't mean to run around, she came over to discuss with the shopkeeper.She looked at the scorched black marks with a solemn expression: "It needs to be dealt with cleanly, Shura Dao is not a good thing."

The shopkeeper was about to cry: "Hey, who doesn't know—what do you think we should do?"

Xia Zhitao leaned forward to touch the token, but someone grabbed her wrist.She looked up that arm, and saw Zhang Lan's expressionless face, and said, "Don't touch it."

The token was just a pitch-black block to ordinary people, but Zhang Lan could see bursts of black air rising from it.She snapped her fingers, and the petals rushed up and tore the token and clothes to pieces.

Xia Zhitao tilted her head to look at her: "You already know how to snap your fingers?"

Zhang Lan said: "It's just an 'instruction'. In fact, controlling spiritual power is easier than I imagined, but I didn't get it before."

Xia Zhitao smiled and said, "That's Xiao Lanhua, you have a high understanding."

In "Handan Travel Notes", the author uses the eight words "God-given spiritual body, a genius in the world" to describe Zhang Kuang.In Xia Zhitao's opinion, she is more inclined to the last four words. After all, even if there is no "gift from heaven", she will definitely not be bad at being arrogant.

——Because, she is insolent.

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Because of this matter, the two of them were not in the mood to go shopping, so Xia Zhitao took Zhang Lan back home.As for the bunch of things she bought for Zhang Lan, Xia Zhitao also calmly found an excuse under Old Man Xia's suspicious gaze.

Zhang Lan suddenly became enlightened after that incident, and within a day, she was able to condense into various weapons, and her lethality also increased gradually.

In a few days, it will be the time for the annual Yashan Sect to select disciples.Old man Xia decided to take his son Xia Paohui to Kyoto to test his roots. After all, if there is a cultivator in the family, it would be a big event for Guangzong Yaozu.

Early this morning, several families in the village set off together.After two days of ups and downs, everyone arrived in Kyoto, rested for a day in a small inn in the suburbs, and arrived in Kyoto the next day.

Whenever Yashan sent disciples, there would be many more people from all over the capital, and the locals would not be surprised by this.

Old man Xia took his son to line up for a muscle test. Xia Zhitao was not interested in the Yashan School at all, so he dragged Zhang Lan around.

Song State's defeat of Jiang State actually had little impact on the common people. Ordinary civilians had hated Jiang Hong for a long time. Now that a wise king came, they naturally supported him very much.

Kyoto was much more prosperous than Zhang Lan remembered.And this kind of prosperity is not the ostentatious vanity of Jiang Guo, but the down-to-earth prosperity.

As far as the eye can see, there are courtyards, painting pavilions, embroidered bead curtains everywhere, and shops that are open for sale can be seen at a glance.It's just that compared to other shops, there is one that seems a bit out of place, but it locks the door tightly and welcomes customers behind closed doors.

Zhang Lan caught off guard and saw the word "He Family" on the plaque, and was a little dazed.

Xia Zhitao said: "That's the He family in Xinglin, a century-old pharmacy, why isn't it open today?"

A passerby happened to pass by, saw the two standing at the door, and kindly reminded: "Today is the grand lady of the He family's funeral, so I must not open the door to save people every day and night."

Zhang Lan nodded slightly, she whispered to Xia Zhitao, "Wait for me."

Regardless of the dissuasion of the passerby, she stepped forward and held the copper ring. "哐, 哐——" the copper ring knocked on the wooden door, and the thick sound echoed in the air.

Not long after, a young servant opened the door slightly, poked his head out and said, "Please go back, the door will not be opened today."

Zhang Lan cast a sideways glance at him, and that gaze made the servant shrink back in fright, not daring to look at her at all.

Zhang Lan stood with her hands behind her back, and said in a deep voice, "The daughter of a former court official, Zhang Lan asks to see her."

When the boy suddenly heard the name, he was stunned for a long time before he realized it.He opened the door and said, "Please come in."

Zhang Lan entered the door sideways, and the servant closed the door firmly, and led her the way tremblingly: "Then, this way, please—?"

Just two steps away, the boy's collar was tied up, and Zhang Lan suddenly lifted it up.He couldn't reach the ground, and his whole body was dangling in the air, his guts were frightened: "Excuse me, please spare me!"

Zhang Lan's eyes were dark, and she said word by word, "Where is Mr. He?"

The boy was about to cry: "Here, I have to ask for instructions first..."

"Speak or not?!"

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He Chuanbai was writing the prescription with a pen, but his old hand could not hold the pen. A few drops of ink dripped from the tip of the pen, landing on the rice paper with bean-sized ink marks.

He Chuanbai raised his head suspiciously as a few wind sounds passed by his ears, and saw that the scene in front of him suddenly became chaotic.

There was a wind in the room for no reason, and countless petals came from nowhere, pulling a figure out of the room.The man was dressed in black and knelt down with a flick of his hem.She leaned down and kowtowed heavily to herself a few times.

After kowtowing, she straightened up and looked at He Chuanbai.

That person's face was the same as it was 30 years ago, as if time had stagnated on her body alone.It's just that the childishness of her youth has faded from her eyebrows, and she has added a bit of arrogant arrogance.

"Just one word from you, and I'll take his head right away!"

He Chuanbai naturally understood who Zhang Lan was referring to as "he"—Song Qi, the prince of the Song Dynasty, who led the soldiers and horses to face Jiang Yanqiu head-on, and finally broke down the gate of the Jiang Kingdom.

He Chuanbai said: "How long have you been back?"

Zhang Lan said, "It's less than ten days."

He Chuanbai looked at the other person's face that had not changed in any way, and had some guesses in his heart, and asked tentatively: "Then do you know that more than thirty years have passed in this world?"

Zhang Lan nodded.

He Chuanbai sighed and said, "You should go and see this world."

Zhang Lan asked, "What do you mean?"

He Chuanbai didn't answer, and said slowly: "After you walk through it once, come to the back mountain to find me."

Zhang Lan sneered, she stood up with a flick of her sleeves, and said sharply, "Coward!"

As soon as the words fell, she scattered into thousands of flowers.The petals floated for a while, then disappeared as if they had merged into the air.

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Xia Zhitao was waiting for Zhang Lan at the door. Sitting on the stone steps, she was bored and yawned.She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and when she opened them again, there was a familiar figure in black in front of her.

Xia Zhitao said, "Hey, so fast?"

Zhang Lan was very angry.But because Xia Zhitao was here, she managed to suppress her anger: "It's okay, but there's nothing to say."

Xia Zhitao: ...This child has an air of "I'm very unhappy, I'm super upset, come and coax me" all over his body, okay?

She recalled the memories that Qin Zhi had let go: It seemed that He Chuanbai was the old man who opened the pharmacy, and Zhang Lan should have gone to him just now to ask about revenge.

Xia Zhitao came up to hold her arm, Zhang Lan turned her head reluctantly, but did not show any resistance.

After finally coaxing him back to the inn, Xia Zhitao fell into a drowsy sleep that night, only hearing a slight "click" next to his ear, as if the window was opened.

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In the dark night, the hall was brightly lit.

The emperor of the Song Dynasty was flipping through the mountain of memorials. He dipped some ink with a brush and thoughtfully looked at the contents of the memorials.

Suddenly, the closed windows rattled, and the objects in the house rattled non-stop. Some fragments of objects on the shelves had already fallen, hitting the ground and rolling everywhere.

The emperor raised his head vigilantly, resting his hand on his saber.

"Kang—" There was a loud noise.

The window was smashed suddenly, and the smoke and dust filled the air and sawdust scattered.The atmosphere was strange and penetrating, and the sound of whistling wind leaked into the house from the terrible hole, like the howling of a trapped animal cage.

The thick black air seemed to have formed a solid body, rushing in violently, stirring up the candle flame and extinguishing it.

And someone appeared in the black air.

There was a bit of hostility between the woman's brows, and black air overflowed around her, entwining her fingertips in strands and strands.

Song Qi looked at the woman and said slowly, "Maxiu?"

"It doesn't matter if you're cultivating demons or righteous ways—what does it have to do with you?" the woman said, her tone full of arrogance and contempt, "I'm just here to take your life."

Song Qi looked at the woman in black and was not nervous. He smiled and said, "If you want my life, wouldn't it be better to kill me directly? And leave a mouth to block things?"

As soon as the words fell, the black air seemed to be enraged, and rushed towards him suddenly.Song Qi was hit by the black air against the wall, and groaned in pain.

The black air was sharper than a sharp blade, and it tore countless cracks in the brocade suit in an instant, leaving several scratches seeping blood.

Zhang Lan suddenly stopped, she looked at Song Qi in disbelief, and said:

"Are you female?"

Ru Mo's hair is scattered on her shoulders at this moment, and her skin is even more white as jade.Song Qi looked a little embarrassed at the moment, but he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth without haste, and stood up with support.

Even if she took off her dragon robe and put on a light white brocade, she was still the unparalleled and heroic emperor of the Song Dynasty.

Song Qi stepped on the black air and walked towards Zhang Lan step by step.She looked calm, holding the portable sword in her left hand, and her slender five fingers resting on the hilt of the sword.

"It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman."

She looked at Zhang Lan with an arrogant expression.There seems to be a beacon burning in his eyes, burning along the thousands of miles of city walls, tearing the long night out of the sky.

"I respect you as an emperor, rich in the four seas, across the eight wastelands, is it the king's land in the whole world, and the king's minister on the coast of the land."

Suddenly, the long sword came out of its sheath.A gust of wind blew past, and the sharp white sword was right on Zhang Lan's neck, shining brightly and coldly.

"Inheriting the fate of heaven and earth, passing on the Spring and Autumn Period for thousands of years, being ordered by the sky, you will live forever. This is my country——"

"This is my world."