Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

The blood demon patriarch and the snake man are still arguing with each other about Taoist monks.

Qiu Chenzhi's eyes became colder and colder.

Suddenly, the ancestor of the blood demon seemed to be a little too excited to argue, and he strode forward suddenly, reaching out his hand furiously, wanting to punch the snake man in the face.

But his fist turned suddenly on the way, changed from a fist to a claw, and strangled Qiu Chenzhi's throat with a thunderous force.

At the same time, the snake man seemed to have a tacit understanding, and his right hand, which had been covering the wound, suddenly rose up, strangling Qiu Chenzhi's sword-holding wrist, wanting to fight for the sword in his hand.

The two cooperated tacitly and attacked at the same time. The scene of laughter before was reversed in an instant, and the two almost captured their enemies alive in an instant.

Then they caught a blank.

Qiu Chenzhi, who had been on guard for a long time and dodged to avoid the two of them, looked indifferent, with a hint of sarcasm showing at the corner of his mouth.

It's not about cross talk, one is flattering and the other is teasing, do you really think he is easy to fool?

Before the two people who were in vain could react, he had already turned around to avoid their pincer attack, flipped his wrist, flicked the sword light, and then pushed the snake man under his control onto the blood demon ancestor. Turn around like a string of arrows to save each other.

The blood demon patriarch was suddenly pushed into a snake man's arms, and his movements suddenly slowed down a bit. When he came back to his senses, he was startled. He suddenly looked back, and saw the white-clothed monk had landed on the unconscious disciple's body Beside him, he was checking the situation of his disciples at this time.

At the same moment, the snake man who had fallen into his arms suddenly screamed, his voice was so shrill that he couldn't bear to hear it.

As soon as the blood demon patriarch lowered his head again, he saw another bloody arm rolling to the ground, twisting and twitching slightly.

As for the snake man, half of his body was already stained red with blood, and the python had no palm on one side and an entire arm on the other, making his appearance extremely horrifying.

It's just that in that fleeting moment just now, the two of them attacked Qiu Chenzhi at the same time, but he chopped off an arm with his backhand, and lost their only hostage at this time.

The ancestor of the blood demon who can't steal the chicken and eat the rice smiled wryly.

This person has long seen through the little tricks of the two of them, so he didn't pay attention to them at all.

The two of them were originally powerful in the cultivation world, but now one is seriously injured and the other is helpless. They are definitely not opponents of the person in front of them.

After all, this person was the immortal artifact that caused countless bloodbaths...

A rare fairy artifact.

Suddenly thinking of the Immortal Artifact, even though the blood demon patriarch who had closed his eyes and waited to die faced Qiu Chenzhi, he still couldn't help showing his longing expression again at this moment.

This kind of strength, such impenetrable cultivation, such a rare fairy spirit...

Why did it fall into the hands of that old man Tian Qingzi!

Looking at the current appearance of this fairy, I think it must be working for the Taixu Sect. If, if they got the original fairy weapon back then...

Thinking of this, the blood demon patriarch's eyes turned red with jealousy, resentment and fear intertwined, making his whole body tremble with excitement.

He no longer cared about whether he would be killed by the fairy sword in the future, and said to Qiu Chenzhi in a hoarse voice: "That old man Tianqingzi, did I tell you?"

At this moment, Qiu Chenzhi was checking whether the disciple lying on the ground was still breathing. When he found out that there was nothing wrong with this person, he heard such a question suddenly before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

He didn't speak, but quietly looked at the blood demon ancestor, and asked silently with his eyes:

what?

The blood demon patriarch casually pushed the seriously injured snake man who was leaning on him, looked straight at the fairy he had dreamed of, and taunted: "That old man Tian Qingzi, I told you...he once intended to refine you and the fairy sword together ?"

Qiu Chenzhi looked at him quietly.

"He told me," he said.

"I also know that old man won't... what?" The blood demon patriarch just halfway through the ridicule, suddenly widened his eyes, and shouted in astonishment: "The old man told you?!"

How can it be?When did those decent hypocrites become so magnanimous?

Facing the suspicious eyes of the blood demon patriarch, Qiu Chenzhi was silent for a while, and said: "I know that after the head master Tianqing first brought me back to the mountain gate, he once wanted to kill me with the sword when I was unconscious. Refining together."

Tian Qingzi expended so much painstaking effort to snatch the immortal artifact back then, naturally it was to further his cultivation.

But when he tried his best to snatch back the fairy artifact, he found that the divine sword could not be used at all.

The blade that was originally shining with cold light was in his hand, but it was like a piece of scrap metal, it couldn't kill anyone, let alone any other magic.

Naturally, Tian Qingzi did not accept such a fairy weapon, so he instinctively directed his idea to the unconscious Qiu Chen.

After guessing at that time, he already believed that Qiu Chenzhi was a sword spirit separated from the fairy sword. If he wanted to exert the true fairy power of the sword, he needed the sword spirit to return to his place.

So he prepared to refine Qiu Chenzhi with a fire in the sword furnace.

Simply insane!

Fortunately, the divine sword that was filled into the sword furnace together with Qiu Chenzhi burst out countless cold black flames in an instant, swallowing the original fire in the sword furnace and destroying the entire sword furnace.

Only Qiu Chenzhi, who was in the middle of the flame heart, was still sleeping peacefully. The black flame spread and climbed wantonly on his body, hair and skin, but it was gentler than the caress of Taoist couples, and did not damage any corner of his clothes.

Tianqingzi saw the true power of the divine sword as he wished, and also saw the protective meaning of the divine sword for Qiu Chenzhi.

In the end, before he could think of a good way to subdue the Excalibur, Qiu Chenzhi woke up unexpectedly.

After waking up, Qiu Chenzhi became the only one who could use the Excalibur at will.

In Tian Qingzi's eyes, the sword spirit and the divine sword were one, and if he wanted to use the power of the divine sword fairy weapon, he had to appease Qiu Chenzhi.

So he treated Qiu Chen with courtesy, and let his first disciple get along with him, trying to hope that Mo Han, who had the best understanding of swordsmanship, would be able to understand the essence of the fairy weapon in the process of getting along.

Of course, Tian Qingzi did not voluntarily tell Qiu Chenzhi about these things.

Thinking of this, Qiu Chenzhi couldn't help lowering his head slightly, and habitually stroked the lettering on the hilt of the long sword with the index finger of his right hand, and his fingertips twirled gently on the word "Ming".

If he hadn't had doubts about Tian Qingzi's polite attitude back then, he made such a fuss in the Zongmen Grand Competition with a divine sword in hand, and kept asking Tai Xuzi the truth, he wouldn't have been able to pry so much out of Tian Qingzi's mouth so easily. The truth of the matter.

His current position as guest minister was also after finding out the truth back then, Tian Qingzi took the initiative to send him compensation in order not to renounce his relationship with the Taixu sect.

Qiu Chen Zhilue thought indifferently.

But the blood demon patriarch at the side couldn't stand his indifference, and couldn't help shouting: "He once wanted to refine you, but you are still working for the Taixu sect?"

Qiu Chenzhi looked at him indifferently.

What do you know... He obviously took a group of brats on a public trip to Little Magic Mirror!

What's more, he is not familiar with this world of comprehension, so he really can't find a better place to stay than this place where he eats, drinks and lives.

Aside from the fact that the disciples of the sect are wearing daoist robes that are white all day long, which hurts the eyes, the Taixu Sect is perfect at this stage.

Unfortunately, apparently some people don't think so.

"Unexpectedly, the legendary fairy who is rare in ten thousand years is so affectionate and unwilling to abandon Taixu."

A clear voice came suddenly, and when everyone looked back, they saw a person wearing a green shirt, holding a yellowed and old bamboo bone oil-paper umbrella, and holding another person in one hand, with a smile on his face and a light figure, walking on the wind. Come.

At first glance, this person looked like a noble scholar from a scholarly family, not like a monk who could fly in the air.

But the snake man who was still howling, and the demon ancestor who was gnashing his teeth, saw this man in shock, but they all looked shocked, and then knelt down on the ground: "Your Majesty."

Only Qiu Chenzhi's eyes froze, fixedly staring at the boy who was being dragged by this person's hand.

Bai Ziyu's fair face was blue and purple, dirty and dusty, but now he was dragged into the hands of a scholar-like man, but he had no power to resist, he could only hate with the eyes of a wolf cub. He stared at the scholar in blue with hatred.

Qiu Chen's forehead.

What kind of trouble?He had just rescued a hostage, how did another unlucky child fall into the enemy's hands in the blink of an eye?

And this little golden retriever still looks like he was beaten badly, and he doesn't know what's going on with Mo Han...is there no one to make him worry?

Probably because he noticed his dignified eyes, Qingshan Scholar smiled slightly, not paying attention to the two kneeling on the ground, walked straight to Qiu Chenzhi, and pushed Bai Ziyu over with a smile on his face.

"Don't blame the fairy, I didn't want to take this little friend as a hostage, it's just that this little friend was too noisy just now, so I told him to be quiet, just in time to listen to the last good show."

Pushed by this person, Bai Ziyu staggered, fell into Qiu Chen's arms, and immediately stood up staggeringly. Just now, his wolf cub-like eyes turned into dog eyes again, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Dao... Elder, just now Is what you said true?"

"You are really a fairy transformed from a fairy weapon, my master... Master, did he really want to refine you back then?"

The little golden retriever obviously heard what he said just now, and couldn't help being taken aback by what his master had done, so he couldn't help but start looking for Qiu Chenzhi to ask for confirmation and comfort.

Looking at his pitiful little face, Qiu Chenzhi immediately understood the scheming of the green-clothed scholar, and couldn't help frowning and looking at the people passing by.

The man from Qingshan still held the umbrella in his hand and saluted him, still smiling and gentle.

"If it wasn't for the retreat at the beginning, I should have seen the fairy earlier, but I just met you at this time, and it is also out of my sincerity."

"My name is Xuanzhen, would the fairy be willing to return to the Demon Realm with me?"

……

At the same time, in the small town at the foot of the mountain.

Ming Jiuyuan was sitting in a tavern in Ping'an Town, drinking one jar after another.

Unable to bear his evil spirit, he was the only one left in the tavern at this time, even the proprietress and the waiter, after they brought him all the wine out of fear, quietly hid out.

So he leaned against the window, his face was pale and gloomy, his black clothes were chilling, his dark eyes rolled with a never-ending hostility, and he drank the dirty wine that would never get drunk.

Once upon a time, there was a person who didn't like wine, but was willing to drink with him quietly, so he never disliked the turbid wine in the world, because no matter how poor the wine was, after clinking glasses with him, it was also Qiong Yao's fine wine.

Later, there was a person who still didn't like wine, but he no longer wanted to drink with him, so he still didn't dislike the dirty wine in the world, because any fine Qiongyao wine, even if no one drank it with him, would also be a bitter wine.

He filled himself another glass.

The empty wine jars were already piled up at his feet, and there was no one around him, except for a dead silence to accompany him.

Like a forever lonely king.

There is one person who will come back after all...

With a movement of his dark eyes, Ming Jiuyuan drank the last sip of wine suddenly, and suddenly turned into a dark and cold black flame, which instantly dissipated from the dilapidated tavern without leaving a trace.

The wine jar that was originally in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, only a few drops of remaining wine splashed on the shattered pottery.

The person who finally came back, no one can take it away from him!

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Ming Jiuyuan: "I am like a pigeon king; I have no feelings... Also, no love =_="

Qiu Chenzhi: "Tsk!"