You've never seen such a righteous villain [Transmigration Book]

Mo Chenyuan fell into a coma for three days and woke up without worrying everyone.

When he woke up, Lu Qianchuan was sitting by the bed and looking at him without blinking.

Without ecstasy or hysteria, Lu Qianchuan calmly picked up the tea that had been prepared all along, and slowly fed it into Mo Chenyuan's mouth.

After Mo Chenyuan regained his composure, he described what happened in the past few days in detail.

Shen Qingze stood beside him, holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand, listening to him in a daze for a long time, but he didn't eat a single melon seed.

What about hugging each other and weeping after a narrow escape?What about the lingering dry firewood that was agreed?

Seeing the distraught look of the elder brother a few days ago, he thought he would see a epic emotional drama, but as soon as he woke up, he started discussing business affairs, and the atmosphere in the room was serious and serious.

Is this something humans can do?

Junior brother Shen's eyes stared straight, the melon seeds in his hands turned into hot potatoes, he didn't want to eat it or throw it away, he hesitated for a long time, he said to the two of them: "You guys chat first, I'll go get something to eat for the second senior brother."

As soon as he left, Mo Chenyuan immediately fell down on Lu Qianchuan's knee like a fool, held his hand, and said, "I made you worry."

"I'm not worried," Lu Qianchuan smoothed his hair with the other hand, and said slowly, "I'm the least worried."

"Huh?" Mo Chenyuan narrowed his eyes as soon as he spoke, and the water in his eyes glistened, revealing a bit of resentment.

Lu Qianchuan patted his head with a smile.

Mo Chenyuan sneered, without his explanation, he knew that the senior brother must be ready to live and die together in the past few days.

He embraced Lu Qianchuan's waist, buried his face in his lower abdomen, and said in a muffled voice: "So now that the demon god is not dead, and Luo Huayin has not been executed, you have opened the gate of Raksha Hell, and you plan to sit on the sidelines?"

"Yes," Lu Qianchuan said, "The demon god doesn't have his own body, so he will either go to Raksha Hell to get back his original body, or he will come to Luo Huayin."

"It's just a body, there are so many things in the world, how can you be sure that he will come back to Luo Huayin?"

"I can't be sure, it's just a guess." Lu Qianchuan pinched his lowering face to prevent this person from touching places he shouldn't touch. "The body he needs must be a demon with high mana, otherwise he can't bear him. God's coercion, and that demon race needs to have great resentment to provide him with magic power, there are only a handful of demon races that meet these two points, and Luo Huayin is undoubtedly the best choice."

Mo Chenyuan nodded, and with the motion of nodding, moved down a few more points.

Lu Qianchuan quickly grabbed him by the collar, and whispered, "I just woke up, and my spiritual power is not stable. What are you thinking about?"

"I miss senior brother." Mo Chenyuan replied in a good manner.

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

Lu Qianchuan: "...You have just recovered from a serious injury, no matter how you try to please me, you will never miss a sip of the medicine you should drink."

Mo Chenyuan looked at his reddish complexion, and said "Oh" slowly.

When Shen Qingze came in with a medicine bowl and food, Mo Chenyuan was doing exercises with his legs crossed, while Lu Qianchuan was sitting at the side, carefully watching the changes in his spiritual power.

"Eldest senior brother," Shen Qingze put the tray on the table, "Taiwan Master Hu is here, and he is discussing matters with City Master Lu in the side hall."

Lu Qianchuan nodded, stood up, straightened the folds on the clothes: "Okay, I'll go over there, you help me look at Shen Yuan, if there is any abnormality in his spiritual power, please send me a message."

Not long after Lu Qianchuan left, Mo Chenyuan finished his skills, and Shen Qingze applauded: "Congratulations, brother, your skills have improved a lot."

Mo Chenyuan nodded lightly, and glanced around: "Where is senior brother?"

"I have something to go, let me watch you." Shen Qingze handed him the medicine bowl.

Mo Chenyuan looked at the pitch-black bitter medicine in the bowl, then looked at Shen Qingze's gloating expression, drank it expressionlessly, and returned the empty medicine bowl to him: "You can go."

Shen Qingze: "..."

Even though he walked through the gate of hell once, his ruthless second senior brother still remained unchanged.

He put away the bowl angrily, and was about to complain, when he turned his head and saw that Mo Chenyuan didn't respond to him at all, and started practicing kung fu again.

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Lu Qianchuan walked outside the gate of the palace, and faintly heard two words like "the elder regrets it very much" and "I have been waiting for you for a long time in Xuecheng".

He calmed down and knocked on the door lightly: "Father."

Lu Fengyi had long been impatient with Hu Zhuang, and he didn't kick him out because he was a good brother. Since Lu Qianchuan came, he seemed to be pardoned, and asked with concern: "Shen Yuan is awake?"

Lu Qianchuan was taken aback: "You know?"

Lu Fengyi smiled without saying a word.

In the past three days, his precious son has not left Mo Chenyuan's room. Now that he is willing to go out to find him, besides that Mo Chenyuan has woken up, is there any other explanation?

"You came to see me, you didn't come to inform me about this matter?" The folding fan shook lightly, City Lord Lu smiled with confidence.

"Yes, and no." Lu Qianchuan respectfully bowed to Hu Mang: "This junior has important matters to discuss with Master Hu."

Lu Fengyi: "..."

He glanced at Hu Mang resentfully.

Hu Mang had a very good impression of Lu Qianchuan at the Sword Discussion Conference in Syracuse back then, and later he heard that he was the biological son of his own city lord, and he was even more kind. , if you have something to say, it’s fine.”

Lu Fengyi snorted coldly: "I have left Xuecheng, who is my family with you."

Hu Mang grew up with him, knowing that Lu Fengyi's nature is unrestrained and unrestrained, he was forced by several elders to sit on the city lord back then, and he also understood his resentment over the years, so he backed down and said: "Even if you set up your own family, our brother The friendship is still there, Asakawa is my nephew, no different from my own family."

The folding fan waved as if to kill, Lu Fengyi turned his face away and did not refute.

Lu Qianchuan smiled knowingly, took out a blueprint from Qiankun's sleeve, and slowly unfolded it in front of Hu Mang.

"This is it?" He was stunned for a moment because he was as reckless as he was well-informed.

This blueprint draws an extremely fine thing. It is said to be a sword, but it is thicker and more twisted than any other sword. It is said to be a knife, but it does not have the overbearing shape of a knife, but has a bit of a sword. Lingxiu.

Lu Qianchuan explained: "When it comes to the method of casting soldiers, there is no one in the world of devils who is on the right side of seniors. Let's see, seniors, is it possible to make this spiritual weapon?"

Hu Mang stared at the drawing for a while, then nodded slowly: "Although it is very detailed, it can still be made."

Lu Qianchuan's eyes lit up: "How long will it take?"

Hu Mang was in deep thought for a while, and then stretched out three fingers.

"Three months?"

"No, three years." Hu Mang said.

Not only Lu Qianchuan, but even Lu Fengyi showed a look of surprise. Hu Mang looked at the father and son who had the same expressions, and said with a wry smile: "Three years, it will take three craftsmen like me to work together to complete it."

"No, we don't have that much time." Lu Qianchuan flatly rejected it.

Lu Fengyi asked curiously, "What is this spiritual weapon?"

"Qingze and I came up with it together, planning to use it to deal with the demon god." Lu Qianchuan said.

"To deal with the demon god?" Hu Mang was dazed for a while, and said in disbelief, "You mean, you plan to kill the god?"

The fan in Lu Fengyi's hand tilted and fell to the ground with a thud.

In the past few days, he has often discussed countermeasures with Yan Zi'an and others, and finally came to the conclusion that he will try his best to seal the demon god.Nightmare is an ancient god that was born naturally at the beginning of the world. Even his brother Jingxi Shangshen couldn't completely get rid of him, so he could only choose the worst strategy of sealing him in an enchantment.

Killing such a god sounds like a daydream.

Lu Qianchuan had already expected that they would have such a reaction, so he was not surprised at all, just nodded and said: "Yes."

Seeing that the faces of the two became more and more puzzled, he explained: "After the battle a few days ago, I feel that the demon god can no longer be called a 'devil' or a 'god'."

Hu Mang was even more confused, while Lu Fengyi squinted his eyes: "It's not a demon or a god, let alone a human or a ghost, so the demon god has escaped from the six realms?"

"All things in the world are born and restrained by each other. People become ghosts when they die, and ghosts become demons. The strong of demons can also become gods. Demon gods are born from this." Lu Qianchuan said, "The demons feed on the devil, and the human race feeds on it. With the help of spiritual energy to cultivate, the source of the power of the demon god should be demonic energy and spiritual energy."

"This...isn't he?" Hu Mang asked suspiciously.

"That day I fought against Shen Yuan and the Demon God. Although he also used Luo Huayin's own magic power, he was absorbing the resentment in Luo Huayin's body more. From ancient times to the present, I have never heard of anything It is cultivated with resentment as nourishment." Lu Qianchuan said.

Lu Fengyi tapped the palm of his hand with the folding fan, and pondered: "There is some reason."

"So, I guess, the demon god has already changed his sex due to thousands of years of resentment, and what appears in front of us now may not be a demon god, but a ray of obsession grown through his magic power." Lu Asakawa touched the corners of his eyebrows subconsciously. Even though the plum blossom imprint grew out of nowhere after the awakening of the blood, the scars from that year still exist, but they are hidden under the vivid red plums, which are not so obvious.

Lu Fengyi was stunned when he saw his little movement.

Maybe some things are really brought in the blood.

He lowered his eyes, suppressed the flashing gloomy expression, and asked, "Can this sword completely destroy that strand of obsession?"

"It should be possible," Lu Qianchuan straightened his back, thinking that this is a spirit sword drawn by the author himself. If it doesn't work, it's hopeless. , in every respect, they are the nemesis of demon gods."

"No wonder," Hu Mang held up the blueprint and looked at it carefully, "The front and back of this sword are Yin and Yang, and the left and right are divided into spirits and demons. The grooves and lines in the middle are the places to store good thoughts, right?"

Lu Qianchuan nodded silently.

After a pause, he asked, "Is there a shortcut?"

He can only provide ideas. The real swordsmiths are sitting in front of them, and their experience and skills are far superior to his.

Hu Mang frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I can't think of any better way, three years is the shortest time limit I can give." Lu Qianchuan slumped his shoulders in frustration, but Hu Mang changed his voice, "but--"

He purposely made a fool of himself, and Lu Fengyi impatiently kicked his chair: "Say something quickly."

Hu Mang said with a smile: "Although I can't help it, I may not have no apprentices."

Talented people come out from generation to generation.Although Chengming of Xuecheng is not famous for his sword-making skills, everyone in Xuecheng knows that his sword-making skills are based on the strengths of all families, which is long ahead of Hulu.

Lu Fengyi froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is really a coincidence."

Chengming has passed away for many years, and was rescued from the Raksha Hell by Lu Qianchuan and Mo Chenyuan by accident, and pitifully saved his life under the hands of Huichun Miao, the two great masters. Unexpectedly, now it has become their key to deal with the demon god figure.

He patted Lu Qianchuan's head lightly, and sighed: "Walking around, why does it seem that many things happen around you?"