It's Not Easy Being a Master

Regarding the matter of suppressing demons in the wilderness, the seniority of the small sect is still young, and perhaps not much is known about it, but for a big sect like the Qingyun Sect, there will be more or less records in the files.

Shen Zhixian dug out all the relevant files and looked through them one by one, only to come up with two choices - either gather the power of all immortal cultivators and suppress them again; or let them go and find a way to live in peace with them.

For the first method, Shen Zhixian only thought about it for a while, and then left it behind.

For thousands of years, powerful demons and ghosts have been suppressed in the wilderness. Immortal cultivators have no strong enemies and are lazy to raise them. And the group of demons and ghosts are tossing and fighting in the wasteland all day long-if they really want to fight, It's really hard to say who wins and loses.

What's more, Shen Zhixian believes that in today's world of cultivating immortals, no one has the ability to re-establish such a huge prohibition seal.

Then there is only the second method left.

The difficulty is not small, the demons and ghosts have a rebellious temperament, no one is convinced, and the immortals have always been displeased with the vulgar appearance of these monsters, under the dislike of each other...

Shen Zhixian sighed.

It is still very difficult for the fairy cultivators and demons who are like two pots of loose sand to merge together.

His thoughts scattered, and he thought of Yan Jin again.

During this time, Yan Jin stayed in the wasteland.Although he is said to be born with a demon body, but his spirit pill has just been undone, his state is not stable, sometimes difficult to control, easy to hurt others and himself, so he simply stays in the wasteland temporarily, while tempering himself, while conquering the wilderness The remaining demons and goblins.

He has done this in his previous life, and he is very familiar with it.On the contrary, these demons and ghosts are not as thoughtful as the immortal cultivators. It is very easy to subdue them, just fight, and Yan Jin is best at fighting.

There is only one road leading to the outside world in the wasteland, and that is the pitch-black sea.Yan Jin was standing by the sea, beating one by one, making the group of monsters howl, and retreating back into the wilderness in embarrassment.

In the wasteland, Yan Jin beat up the monsters like hell, but outside, Xianxiu and the monsters also fought in full swing.

Shen Zhixian thought about it, and vaguely had an idea.

……

And Song Ming's side.

The chaos outside was not Song Ming's primary concern.

What he hates and worries the most now is that Shen Zhixian has started to suppress his power overtly and secretly.

Song Ming was personally appointed by Sect Master Wen as the next Sect Master. The various private agreements involved Shen Zhixian and were not disclosed to the public, so everyone respected Song Ming for the sake of Sect Master Wen.

However, no matter how thoughtful and tactful Song Ming was in his actions, he could not conceal the fact that he was a rookie in his cultivation. It was actually quite difficult for Song Ming to sit in this position in the Qing Yunzong where strength was the most important thing.

It's just that everyone reluctantly endured it because there was no more suitable person to take over the position of suzerain. This tolerance lasted for several years, and it was not until Shen Zhixian, who had recovered to normal, stepped forward, that they began to move their minds.

During this period of time, while Song Ming was on guard against Shen Zhixian, at the same time he asked his confidants to find a way to squeeze Shen Zhixian out. The half-demon hidden in his body for the time being came out at the opportunity, urging him to quickly remove Shen Zhixian's body. Get it.

Under the pressure from several parties, Song Ming was very devastated, and couldn't help scolding the half-demon.

The half-demon taunted: "You are such a waste. It is in vain that you have grown Shen Zhixian for so many years and controlled Qing Yunzong for so long. You can't even do such a small thing..."

Song Ming sneered and said, "You can, but you can get out of my body and attach yourself to Shen Zhixian's body, so I can save trouble."

A wisp of black air floated out from the half-demon, which was faintly visible in the candlelight. It was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed strangely: "I have a way..."

The wisp of black air floated to Song Ming's ear, and got into it in a flash.

Song Ming shuddered, with a hint of hesitation on his face: "This...is it really feasible?"

The voice of the half-demon was full of temptation: "Why not? As long as you clean up your tail, no one will know what you have done... Everyone will only know that the demons in the wasteland are doing evil."

Song Ming's complexion fluctuated, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and replied, "Okay."

The half-demon let out an arrogant and ugly laugh, bumped into his body and disappeared.

However, Song Ming's plan hadn't been implemented yet, and the second elder in charge of personnel came over to tell him with a serious face: "The eighteen disciples who went to the north a few days ago are all dead."

Song Ming was taken aback.

The Second Elder sighed: "Continuing like this is not an option. The disciples of Qing Yunzong have lost so much, and the rest of the small sects can't stand it. If this continues...the situation in the world of immortal cultivation is worrisome."

Eighteen big disciples, this is no small matter, the Second Elder has always been calm and neutral, Song Ming believed him subconsciously.But for a while Song Ming didn't think of any good solution, so he said: "This matter needs careful consideration, please discuss it together tomorrow."

The second elder pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement. Before leaving, he seemed to suddenly recall something, turned around and said, "Recently, the council hall is being repaired, and the suzerain will go to Tingsong hall tomorrow."

Song Ming was still thinking about Shen Zhixian, so he didn't think about it, and he said hello, a faint light flashed in the eyes of the second elder, and he walked away slowly.

On the second day, Song Ming walked for a while before remembering that the meeting hall was being repaired, and turned to listen to Songtang on the way.

The closer he was to Ting Song Tang, the more weird Song Ming felt in his heart.The heart beat a little fast suddenly, Song Ming didn't understand, so he frowned and endured the heart palpitations before walking quickly to Tingsong Hall.

Tingsong Hall has not been used for a long time, and the layout here has probably not been changed for several years. A little cold fragrance permeates the nostrils. Song Ming vaguely feels that this place looks familiar—but he has clearly never been here.

There was silence all around, Song Ming stepped into the hall, wondering why there was no one there, when he raised his eyes, his heart suddenly turned cold.

--wrong!

He has been here!

This is the meeting hall used by Sect Master Wen. He was only a young disciple back then and had no right to enter. Only that day...

Only that day!

The day when Sect Master Wen explained his position as Sect Master and Shen Zhixian!

Song Ming's footsteps froze, as if he was nailed in place, and the door behind him closed without a sound. The light in the room dimmed a lot in an instant, but the figure sitting on the high seat was blurred to clear.

"Song Ming." A gentle male voice sounded, echoing in the empty hall, a little quiet, "I called you here today because I have something very important to tell you."

This sentence is exactly the same as it was a few years ago.

The cold fragrance became more and more intense.

Song Ming took a step back subconsciously, and after a while, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and he rushed to that person in three or two steps, and lost his voice: "Sect Master Wen!"

He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, his shock and fear intertwined, making him look weird.

The gentle and elegant man seemed unable to see his strangeness, so he only said gently: "I made an agreement with you back then that you would be temporarily the suzerain. Him. Right now he is fine, why are you still sitting here?"

Song Ming retorted without thinking: "How did you and I have such an agreement!"

Sect Master Wen paused for a while, and said slowly: "Back then you swore to promise, but now you have turned your back on it?"

Song Ming looked ferocious, he didn't care to think about why there was a Sect Master Wen here, the accumulation of resentment and unwillingness for many years made him lose his mind, he said angrily: "Why! I have worked so hard for so many years, why does Shen know him? Take it all from me!"

"You're so unfair! So partial!" Song Ming sternly said, "I've tried my best, but I'm nothing in your eyes. What is Shen Zhixian, he's just a trash that I can't protect myself!"

He was almost hoarse, and the figure in front of him turned into Shen Zhixian for a while, and Sect Master Wen for a while, but no matter who it was, he hated him uncontrollably.

Maybe he used to be grateful to Sect Master Wen, but after his efforts were ignored and denied again and again, this gratitude turned into hatred.

The position of suzerain did not belong to him at all, but he had been acting temporarily for a long time, and gradually wanted to take it for himself.

There was a knock on the door suddenly, the sound was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in Song Ming's ears.He suddenly turned around, and the door opened again without a sound, and a young disciple stood respectfully at the door: "...Sect Master Wen has closed the door."

Song Ming heard her own calm voice: "Okay, I see."

His voice was calm and peaceful as usual, but no one knew, his heart was beating violently suddenly, excitement and tension gripped his whole heart, he suppressed the churning emotions, and walked out in big strides .

The surrounding scenes rippled like waves on the surface of a lake, and gradually changed into another appearance.The hallucinogenic cold fragrance lingers around, eroding Song Ming's consciousness.So this should have been a very weird scene, but Song Ming didn't realize it at all.

Song Ming was standing in front of a door.

Sect Master Wen, who is preparing to ascend to a higher level in retreat, is in this room.

There was hesitation and struggle in his eyes, but he gradually became firm after a while.He took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, he was flustered: "Suzerain! Suzerain! Something happened to the younger brother!"

Don't pay attention to anything during the retreat, but Song Ming knows that Shen Zhixian is Sect Master Wen's weakness.

Sure enough, the door opened, and Sect Master Wen sat cross-legged on the couch with a tense expression: "What?"

Song Ming opened his mouth and said, "Junior Brother, he suddenly went berserk and hurt many people!"

Fearing that Sect Master Wen would not believe it, he pulled up his sleeves, revealing a hideous sword wound, which was still dripping with blood. Song Ming said solemnly: "After hurting many people, Junior Brother suddenly started to harm himself again. I wanted to stop it, but what can I do?" He is really no match for the younger brother..."

He knelt down: "Sect Master, please go out and save Junior Brother!"

During that time, the half-demon who seized Shen Zhixian was indeed very unstable and often went crazy, and Song Ming always had a gentle and honest appearance. Since Sect Master Wen could choose him as the temporary Sect Master, he naturally believed in his temperament .

Sect Master Wen, who was eager to love his apprentice, stood up without thinking, and walked out, forcefully getting out of the meditation, the spiritual power in his body was tumbling, he couldn't help but choked on blood, and staggered two steps.

Song Ming fell behind, and Sect Master Wen turned his head, wanting Song Ming to lead the way, but saw a ray of cold sword light in his eyes——

"Bang!"

The icy sword intent and murderous intent flew past Song Ming's face, almost touching the tip of his nose, and when it landed on the ground, there was a deep sword mark.

Song Ming woke up suddenly, only to realize that she was still standing at the entrance of Tingsong Hall, and hadn't entered at all.

An ominous cold came out, and Song Ming slowly turned around.

Then he saw a black crowd.

Standing at the forefront is the Fourth Elder with a long sword in his hand.The Fourth Elder used the heavy sword. His heavy sword touched the ground, and a hole could be vaguely seen poked in the ground. The sword energy lingering on the sword was exactly the same as the one that slashed him just now.

The rest of the elders were also there, as well as many stewards, big and small, whether they were his confidantes or old people from Sect Master Wen's time.

Countless pairs of eyes were looking at him closely, with disbelief in their eyes.

The Fourth Elder gritted his teeth, and raised his epee: "Song Ming! You ungrateful villain! Senior Brother Wen trusts you so much, yet you do such a thing of revenge!"

Being pointed at by the epee, Song Ming's heart calmed down instead. He looked around and did not see Shen Zhixian. He smiled strangely: "Where is my good junior? Why didn't he show up?"

There was silence all around.Song Ming no longer concealed it, the contempt in his eyes almost turned into substance and flowed down: "It's useless for you to boast that you are very smart, but you were teased by me in the applause. I have been sitting on this seat for so many years, do you want to take it away easily?" He said sharply, "Impossible!"

The sky suddenly darkened, Song Ming was muttering something, his fingers quickly made a formula, and a barrier separated the sword of the fourth elder. While casting spells, he retreated hastily, wanting to retreat to the Tingsong Hall.

Then he felt a pain in his waist, as if it was about to break, and he rushed forward uncontrollably. If he hadn't reacted quickly and quickly turned around to avoid it, he would have many big blood holes on his body at this time.

He turned his head angrily, only to see Shen Zhixian retracting his feet gracefully, dusting off the hem of his clothes, as if he had dusted off something dirty, and looked at him indifferently: "You still want to come in? It's too dirty."

Song Ming only felt that the last string called reason in his mind was completely broken.

His hands were trembling, his eyes were spitting fire, and the polite and gentle attitude that had been disguised for many years was completely torn away. He said with hatred: "Dirty? Then I will show you that it is completely dirty!"

The magic formula was completely played out, black air burst out from where Song Ming was in an instant, and soon spread into a large area, and a half-demon emerged from him, grinning grinningly with him.

The sky has completely darkened - it's not that the whole sky is dark, but where everyone is standing, it's pitch black, and there is light in the distance, but the light seems so far away that it can't be seen.

Demons are rampant, and all demons are clamoring.

There are countless monsters and ghosts hidden in the black air, sweeping through the flowers, plants and trees, the greenery was immediately withered and lifeless, everyone avoided, the four elders drew their swords and formed an invisible barrier to block the menacing monsters.

It's just that this formation can only be resisted for a moment, and soon, those monsters broke through the barrier and fought with everyone.

The sole of Song Ming's feet is the place where the formula fell, and it is also the place connected to the wasteland - he summoned the demons and ghosts from the wasteland.

Countless demons and goblins poured out one after another from the connecting place. Everyone tried their best to kill them, but they couldn't kill them all. In the overwhelming darkness, it was easy to create a feeling of fear.

In the chaos, someone shouted, "Sect Master Shen, save us!"

It is self-evident who is calling Shen Zongzhu this time.

Song Ming was wrapped in black air, even the center of his brows was dark, when he heard this, he was furious, and was about to refute, but he heard a chuckle.

He turned his head subconsciously, only to realize that Shen Zhixian hadn't joined the battle, and was standing not far behind him. The monsters were lingering around him, but they didn't rush at him, but seemed to be nodding and bowing respectfully.

Song Ming said angrily: "Trash! Trash! Kill him!"

The half-demon on his body also started to move, clamoring to pounce on Shen Zhixian.

However, those demons still remained motionless, making weird sounds, as if they were expressing something.

Song Ming hated her so much that she drew her sword and went to kill Shen Zhixian herself.

He knows that he is not Shen Zhixian's opponent, but it doesn't matter, the half-demon is still on him, and he has summoned so many demons, Shen Zhixian is hard to beat with two fists, and there is no way he can leave here alive——

Breathing suddenly suffocated.

Shen Zhixian drew his sword.

The cold sword tip was obviously still a fist away from him, but he clearly felt an invisible hand clamp his throat fiercely, making him unable to breathe!

Shuang Huijian was inspired by the magic energy, came out of the sword, and circled around the sword.Shen Zhixian raised his sword steadily, and swiped lightly.

The tip of the sword still hadn't touched Song Ming, but he couldn't resist the bitter sword aura.The hands and feet seemed to be extremely heavy, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that it was a large group of black air that trapped him in turn.

Song Ming looked at Shen Zhixian in shock, only feeling warm liquid dripping down from his neck, which was wet.

"This sword is for the master."

There was coldness in Shen Zhixian's eyes, watching the bright red blood dripping from Song Ming's neck, he shook his wrist again, Song Ming let out a scream, and his spiritual root was shattered by the sword energy.

"This sword is for Yan Jin."

If Song Ming hadn't deliberately lured monsters to chase him and Xiao Yanjin back then, they would not have been forced into the wilderness and ended their first encounter in such a tragic way.

And later, Song Ming even dared to bring little Yan Jin back from the edge of the wasteland, handing it over to the half-demon who seized the house, in an attempt to make the half-demon and Yan Jin torture each other to death - in the last life, he did succeed.

With another sword strike, Song Ming felt his whole body limp into a ball of mud, paralyzed on the ground, unconscious from the pain, only one pair of eyes could move, staring at Shen Zhixian with difficulty.

"This sword is for me."

Shen Zhixian looked down at the rotten meat: "Master once taught me that if it is mine, I should guard it carefully and not give it up. Qing Yunzong is my responsibility, and I will not allow you to tarnish it in the slightest."

"So, you'd better die. Don't jump out all the time and dirty my eyes."

Shen Zhixian seldom said such vicious words, but he felt that for Song Ming, even if it was a hundred times or ten thousand times vicious, it would not be enough.

The monsters summoned by Song Ming swallowed his body completely, leaving only a few white bones, but the head was still there. Song Ming still had his last breath, struggling unwillingly, and spit out vague words: "You... magic……"

Shen Zhixian guessed what he wanted to ask, smiled slightly, and said softly: "It's okay to tell you. My Ajin is now the Lord of the Wasteland. Guess, these wasteland demons you summoned will help you , or kill you?"

His Ah Jin...

Song Ming used his last bit of strength to remember who it was, and then he couldn't get up again. With a bang, his head was also eaten clean by the monsters, and the half-demon who had no time to escape was gnawed by a ferocious monster. Half of it was cut, and the remaining half was held in the mouth.

Without Song Ming's support, the connection began to disappear gradually. Shen Zhixian controlled it with a trick, tilted his head to the side and nodded to the bowed monsters and said, "Go back."

The invisible monster responded, and immediately made a strange sound.Hearing this sound, those demons and ghosts who were fighting with everyone retreated back one after another, going back and forth one after another.

The summoning monster pinched Shen Zhixian at the last moment, and hummed in a low voice: "We are very serious today, we have practiced in the wasteland for a long time, if you see your lord, please ask your lord to beat me less several times..."

Its ending sound dissipated along with the connection, Shen Zhixian closed the formula dumbfounded, restrained his emotions, and turned his head to look at the crowd.

Although the demons and goblins looked very fierce, they had been ordered in advance. Although they fought fiercely, they did not kill anyone. At most, a few stewards suffered moderate injuries, and their lives were not in danger.

The darkness was still there, Shen Zhixian dispelled the remaining demonic energy with the pinch formula, and the surroundings returned to calm, but the mess still showed the danger just now.

The crowd supported each other, and their faces looked like they had survived a catastrophe—the world of cultivating immortals has really been peaceful for too long, and it was the first time for most of them to see so many demons and ghosts gathered together.

The Great Elder, who had always been taciturn, put away his sword in silence, stood up in silence, and made a big gift to Shen Zhixian to meet the suzerain in silence.

The author has something to say: Si Fei didn't write it in the main text, I haven't decided whether to give him a knife or candy, hiccup.

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