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

Liu Qingkui met his gaze, and there was a moment of hesitation in his red-gold pupils. He quickly turned his face away to avoid staring at Lu Qianchuan.

Mo Chenyuan also turned his head and looked at Liu Qingkui leisurely, listening to what other tricks he could come up with.

There was too much movement on their side, not only their own family members heard the noise, but some disciples from other sects who were walking in front of them also turned their heads one after another, curiously spying on the situation on their side.

Yan Zian, who was standing at the top, didn't look back, and said calmly, "Let's go back to the sect to talk about anything."

This is undoubtedly giving them a step down. On the one hand, they talk behind closed doors, and everything is easy to discuss.

However, Liu Qingkui has already given up everything, and she is determined to get Lamo into the water, and said loudly: "Why do you have to go back to the sect? The second senior brother is practicing the magic skills of the demons. This kind of rebellious act will not be punished at any time. Too much!"

Lu Qianchuan shouted angrily: "Liu Qingkui!"

This voice is more effective than Yan Zi'an, Liu Qingkui, who stretched her neck and screamed, was actually winced by his drink, and bit her lip dissatisfied.

But the sentence he said loudly on purpose just now can no longer be taken back.

All the people in the room were sharp-eyed, and they either meditated or discussed their plans in a low voice with their colleagues, but most of them ignored the dispute on their side.

But after his voice, not to mention the monks in the middle, even Lu Fengyi at the front heard some movement, and looked at Yan Zi'an with inquiring eyes.

As soon as his eyes came into contact with Yan Zi'an, he was shocked - he hadn't seen Yan Zi'an's ugly face for many years.

There were chattering discussions in front of him, and Yan Zi'an's face was frighteningly dark, he exchanged a look with Qin Yufeng, and said coldly, "Leave the Demon Realm first, and then we'll talk."

None of the disciples dared to speak out.

Lu Qianchuan put on the iceberg mask again, and stood in front of all the disciples without showing any color.

Mo Chenyuan glanced at him subconsciously, just in time to see the real worries in his eyes, those worries were about to spread into a fine net, and net him all in.

He showed an extremely small smile, covered it with his sleeve robe, and gently hooked Lu Qianchuan's finger.

It seems to have a plan in mind.

The crowd entered the Demon Race from Luofeng City, and then returned to Luofeng City along the same route, and it didn't take much time in between.

Lu Qianchuan returned to this gloomy city again, and when he walked down from Jingxing, his chest seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and he was very stuffy.

He now has a great psychological shadow on the words "Luofengcheng".

After everyone gathered in Luofeng City, a monk couldn't hold back and asked directly: "Sect Master Yan, I wonder if what the little brother said just now is true?"

This question was too straightforward, which caused a burst of sighs. Yan Zi'an directly pretended that he was old and had bad ears, so he ignored it.

Another person said: "I'm very close to this brother Mo, and I haven't seen him use the magic skills. Where did this gossip come from?"

As soon as this remark came out, a group of people immediately echoed: "Exactly! We haven't seen it either."

Lu Qianchuan breathed a sigh of relief, his heart is indeed clear, and there are still many honest brothers who are willing to tell the truth.

Before he could finish his breath, a middle-aged man with a black body like a crow stood out from the crowd. As soon as he appeared, the crowd fell into a strange silence before he could speak.

After a long while, Lu Qianchuan heard a not-so-young cultivator in Xuecheng stunned: "Moge's... squid?"

"Squid" glanced at him expressionlessly, and the man who couldn't hold back his words immediately fell silent in fright.

Lu Qianchuan and the others were younger and hadn't heard of the name "Squid". However, people who were ten years older than them, as well as Yan Zi'an's generation of masters, almost all recognized this "Squid".

"Squid" is just a nickname. His family name is Wu Yexing. When the Mo Pavilion was not destroyed, he was the well-known Deputy Pavilion Master of the Mo Pavilion.

Wu Yexing glanced around, and finally turned to Yan Zi'an and Lu Fengyi, and bowed: "Long time no see."

The eyes of the two were also full of shock, and they hurriedly returned the gift, Lu Fengyi said: "Brother Wu, long time no see."

Wu Yexing laughed twice, indescribably desolate: "After the Mo Pavilion was destroyed, I never spoke to you again."

At that time, Moge, Wanlingzong and Xuecheng were called the three major sects, but for some reason, they were overthrown overnight, and almost all the sects were wiped out.

Even Wu Yexing hadn't shown his face for 30 to [-] years, and they even thought he died in that catastrophe that shocked everyone in the cultivation world.

Wu Yexing didn't stand up to reminisce about the old days, he accepted a few words of emotion, and immediately stopped, and said seriously: "I didn't greet you in advance this time, it was my omission, it's just what this little brother said just now, please come to me Take it seriously."

Yan Zi'an tentatively asked, "You mean...?"

Wu Yexing smiled dejectedly, shook his head, and sighed: "The Mo Pavilion was overthrown. I spent nearly 20 years tracking down the murderer, but I have no clue."

"Nevertheless, my more than ten years have not been in vain - when the demons signed a peace treaty with us, it seemed calm on the surface, but in fact the dark tide was surging, and they had planted hidden stakes among us long ago."

He raised one hand horizontally, beckoning to Liu Qingkui, and said to Yanzi: "Since this little brother said that someone used the Demon Clan Kungfu, in my opinion, it's better to check it out."

There was a echoing voice all around.

Lu Fengyi stood up to smooth things over and said: "Although that is the case, it is still unknown whether the demons are really retreating. If we suspect randomly at this time, wouldn't it be in their favor?"

Zhong Dingshi also stood up at this time, and said sincerely: "We have fought side by side with Brother Shen Yuan several times, and I saw that he has used the sword skills of Wanlingzong to perfection, and he has never seen any demon skills. It's not necessary."

Liu Qingkui said coolly: "Brother Zhong is naive, how can you easily see this kind of thing that needs to be hidden?"

There are not many people in Wanlingzong who know what he is doing secretly, but even ordinary disciples who know nothing at this time understand that at this time they have to protect their family no matter what.It's really unprecedented for him to turn his elbow out for eight miles like this.

He completely broke his face with Wan Lingzong, except for Pei Churan and Fang Shinuo who were still in condition, everyone else stared at him indignantly.

Among them in this generation who can speak, Lu Qianchuan has a special status. One sentence may represent the attitude of the entire Wanlingzong. Mo Chenyuan is also a party involved in the whirlpool, so it is inconvenient to speak.

So Shen Qingze stood up and confronted Liu Qingkui coldly: "Junior brother Liu said that he saw the second senior brother using the magic technique, but there were no fewer than fifty brothers who entered the city with us, and there were so many people mixed together on the battlefield. I didn’t see anything unusual, only your piercing eyes saw it?”

In the past, Shen Qingze often joked about his "sparkling eyes" because of his pupil color, and the tacit jokes between his seniors and brothers, when he said it on this occasion, it was like a sharp knife, piercing directly into the soft flesh of his heart.

Liu Qingkui said stubbornly as if she couldn't feel the pain: "That's why I said that the second senior brother concealed it perfectly. If everyone saw it, I don't need to say it. Now he has been imprisoned by the senior senior brother and returned to the sect, and he will be brought to justice." .”

When he said this, there was a strange pause in his voice, and he turned to Lu Qianchuan and asked, "Brother, are you right?"

Lu Qianchuan didn't want to look at him, so he turned his head away.

Although the crowd still stood together, they had already divided into three factions: a small group headed by Wu Yexing insisted that Mo Chenyuan prove himself; a small group headed by Lu Fengyi proposed to make a decision after all the turmoil subsided; The largest part of them are people who are not related to interests and simply stand on the sidelines and watch the show.

The big tree of Wanlingzong has not had a scandal in more than ten years, and now there is a big one when it comes out-the brothers of the same sect are tearing up their skins and fighting, and they all wait for the suzerain Yan Zi'an to express his position.

Yan Zi'an stood in the focus of everyone's eyes, with a flat expression, all emotions and anger hidden in his heart, and he only calmly ordered: "Take down both Liu Qingkui and Mo Chenyuan, and press them back to the sect."

Without saying a word, Shen Qingze suppressed Liu Qingkui, and gave Lu Qianchuan another look, telling him to move Mo Chenyuan.

The expression on Mo Chenyuan's face didn't show much, but the interest in his eyes was very strong, and he even urged Lu Qianchuan to tie him up with the fairy rope.

Lu Qianchuan clearly read a sentence from his eyes: As long as you tie me up, I will go wherever you drag me.

There was a real stalk in his heart, and he thought: "The emperor is not in a hurry for the eunuchs, why is he not in a hurry to kill me?"

With two celestial ropes tied to the upper body, Yan Zi'an cupped his hands and said to everyone: "You guys are laughing, this should be a housework of the Wanling Sect, but I didn't expect to bring it to the table to disturb everyone. I will definitely find out about this after I return to the sect next time." , give my two disciples justice."

Although everyone wanted to watch the fun, since Liu Guangjian had already said so, they couldn't rush to make noises, not to mention that they had just finished a battle and everyone was very tired, so they followed Yan Zi'an's wishes, The donkey went down the slope.

However, those who knew Yan Zi'an well, such as Lu Fengyi and Qin Yufeng, could hear his subtext.

He specifically emphasized "my" two disciples.

Outsiders think that all the members of the Wanling Sect are his disciples, but the Wanling Sect has its own rules.

Yan Zi'an's two disciples are Lu Qianchuan and Mo Chenyuan.

In his fairness, he didn't mention Liu Qingkui at all.

Qin Yufeng glanced at Qi Zehua's face, and found that his face was as dark as ink, obviously suppressing his anger.

With his temper, if it weren't for the fact that the public is not easy to make a move, he would definitely have the heart to kill Liu Qingkui.

At this point, even if the matter came to an end, the demons had no intention of catching up and continuing to fight, and everyone stood up in a dispirited manner, ready to go back to Xuecheng to rest for a while, and continue the sword meeting.

At this moment, Liu Qingkui, who was tied up by the immortal rope, said without giving up: "Since the suzerain wants to give us justice, why don't we sacrifice to the demon formation in front of everyone."

Yan Zi'an's complexion was instantly gloomy like dark clouds before a storm, and Lu Fengyi, who was closest to him, clearly saw a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.

The people who were about to leave stopped because of this sentence, and after looking at each other for a while, several chief celestial sects who could speak said: "Since this little brother insists on doing this, brother Zi'an might as well follow him."

On the contrary, Lu Qianchuan felt relieved because of this sentence.

The demon-subduing formation does not come once in ten years, and every time it goes out, it will set off a bloodbath - it can identify the monsters in human skins, and once the monsters show up, who is willing to become fish on the human chopping board.

Liu Qingkui wanted to use the magic formation to prove that Mo Chenyuan was not of my race.

Lu Qianchuan was so happy that he was about to laugh, but thanks to his habit of pretending to be cold, he was able to hold back the smile that overflowed his lips in time.

Although Mo Chenyuan practiced the demon clan skills, he did not have the demon clan blood on his body.

No matter how the plot changes, this basic setting will never change—unless he wears it back and reincarnates Mo Chenyuan.

Apparently Mo Chenyuan himself knew how whimsical his idea was, so he readily agreed: "I have no objection."

Yan Zian glanced at him guiltily.

After a while of noise, he said in a cold voice: "The Fumo formation cannot be touched by the blood of the demons. If there is no abnormality after the formation is completed, I will expel you from the sect in the name of the suzerain. Qingkui, do you understand?"

When Liu Qingkui broke up with them, she no longer wanted to stay in Wanlingzong.

He immediately agreed: "Disciple understands."

Seeing his feigned respect, Lu Qianchuan felt sick in his heart.

He took advantage of the time when everyone was preparing to subdue the demon formation, let go of Mo Chenyuan who had been staring at him inexplicably excitedly, found Sun Youlan, and cut straight to the point: "Is there any way for laymen to empathize?"

Sun Youlan was taken aback, instantly understood what he meant, and asked in surprise, "Brother, do you want...?"

Lu Qianchuan nodded.

There were slight ripples in Sun Youlan's always carefree and fearless eyes, and he frowned, hesitantly said: "Empathy is the same as general knowledge, the caster will be greatly affected by the recipient, and it may endanger his life." .”

Lu Qianchuan said: "It's okay, just teach me, besides, if something happens, you and Shi Nuo will still be here."

Anger burst into Sun Youlan's eyes, and he glared at him for the first time: "Crow's mouth."

Lu Qianchuan knew that he had said the wrong thing, but his face was still unshakable and cold, and he said in a low voice, "Please."

In order to ensure the accuracy of the crouching formation, the formation is extremely delicate and meticulous, even Yanzi, Anlu Fengyi and the others have to prepare for a while.

After Lu Qianchuan took the scriptures from Sun Youlan, he only drew half of the formation. He quickly glanced at Mo Chenyuan, and found that the other party was also looking at him as expected, quickly retracted his gaze, and said to Sun Youlan: "That's it , and leave the rest to you."

Sun Youlan hesitated for a while, then pulled off a petal from her spirit weapon, Nine Heart Begonia, and handed it to Lu Qianchuan: "Brother, take it, if I call you out of the Sea of ​​Consciousness with my spiritual sense, I will activate it." Nine Hearts Begonia, forcefully pull you out."

Lu Qianchuan didn't expect her glazed lamp to be disassembled. After a moment of stunned, he asked, "Is there any danger?"

Sun Youlan: "Forcibly called out of the sea of ​​consciousness, the memory in the sea of ​​consciousness may be damaged, other than that there is no harm."

Lu Qianchuan nodded: "OK."

Holding the glazed lamp that radiated warmth in his arms, and Mo Chenyuan's eyes of "If you meddle in your own business, I'll make trouble", he walked towards Liu Qingkui expressionlessly, and held his hand involuntarily. hand.

Liu Qingkui was taken aback, before she could draw her hand out, a feeling of being forcibly invaded came from her mind.

Empathy is no better than general knowledge. The general knowledge person can watch his past memories in the subject's sea of ​​consciousness, while empathy requires the performer and the subject to recall the past experiences together.

Each one is like what the practitioner experienced personally.

Lu Qianchuan used empathy to see a farmyard surrounded by earth embryo walls.

In front of him was a young girl with a simple bun, smiling and sitting at a small stone table, concentrating on braiding butterflies.