Lord Mojun is almost pissed off every day

Lord Mojun has been alone for a long time. It has been nearly 200 years since he left Chang'an, and he has traveled to many places during these 200 years.

From the scenery of Jiangnan in the Central Plains to the northern desert, from the handsome boy to the barbarian lord, Lord Demon Lord has been to many places.

Most of Jiangnan are poets full of sentimentality, sitting in the painting boat and reciting poems from afar, matching the charming figure of the dancer.

Lord Demon Lord has been in the barren land for some time. He learned the words of the barren land and became the new demon king.Facing a group of illiterate demon cultivators, the Demon Lord suddenly remembered that he hadn't been to the Central Plains for a long time.

He no longer understands the current situation in the Central Plains. The whereabouts of his close friends from back then are long gone. Chang'an was destroyed by him, and those who passed by have disappeared.

Lord Mojun suddenly thought of these things not to hurt the spring and autumn, but he knew that if he wanted to change these demon cultivators, he alone was not enough.

Demon cultivators have always practiced as they please, and there is no specific technique. It is no wonder that they have been living in a barren land after blindly exploring and practicing like this.

There are many monks in different directions in Central Plains. In addition, there are Daoist, Buddhist, and miscellaneous cultivators.

The magic cultivator is much simpler. With one sentence, the devil cultivator can go all over the world, and he will be beaten wherever he goes.

It can be said that it is appalling.

Lord Mojun gave some arrangements to the maid, asking her to teach these demons how to read first.

They have learned a lot before, and they can understand simple sentences, so Lord Mojun doesn't want them to continue learning some simple things, but wants them to understand the exercises of the Central Plains and enlighten them from them.

The books this time are all the exercises saved by Lord Demon Monarch while traveling in the Central Plains, and he generously threw them to these demon cultivators.

Most of the exercises that have been handed down are relatively low-level, but they are very suitable for different people to learn, and they are very suitable for the current magic cultivators.

But they still don't quite understand.

"Cultivation is not just about absorbing spiritual power? These exercises are all righteous ones. We are demon cultivators, and the way we use spiritual power is different from theirs."

Lord Mojun sneered: "Stupid."

Demon cultivators: "..." Oh my god, it's so annoying.

Lord Mojun propped up his chin calmly, and said leisurely: "The exercises are different, but they all focus on transforming the aura of heaven and earth. Those spirit stones can indeed be absorbed by you, but how much of the aura after absorbing can you really use? Stand on your laurels, and still think that you are sober?"

These words are very serious, and the demon cultivators fell into thinking for a while.

Lord Mojun ignored them and continued with his plan: "You study these exercises carefully and find some rules from them. I am not a magic cultivator, and I have heard that the great magic cultivator tried to create exercises to improve the strength of the devil cultivator. That one The failure of the great power does not mean that it has no effect."

He waved his sleeves, looked outside slowly: "And I... go and catch some people who can teach you."

Demon cultivators: "...???" What ⊙?⊙?

Lord Demon Monarch: Domineering.

After many years, Lord Mojun finally embarked on the road to the Central Plains.

This group of devil cultivators don't know how to refine weapons, but they don't know how to refine medicines, nor do they know how to practice exercises. They are like a group of primitive people who can only absorb spiritual power according to their instincts, but it has no effect.

In the eyes of Lord Mojun, he is worse than those ordinary people.

Lord Mojun specially left a lot of things in the barren land, let them learn the exercises first, and then rely on the way of the Central Plains to improve their cultivation base according to their own situation when the demon cultivators find their own direction.

Ordinary people... Lord Mojun actually doesn't know much about the things in these fields, but it doesn't prevent him from knowing how to change the land.

The Lord of the Wilderness is originally the master of civil engineering in the world. Even if the Lord Demon Lord has never been in contact with it, he can adjust the spiritual veins according to instinct and slowly restore the barren land.

But now... I still have to find a few monks who can preach to teach these demon cultivators.

Lord Mojun didn't learn the skills well back then. Before he had time to prove the Tao, all his cultivation was destroyed. Later, when he entered the world again, he had the wild blood, and all the previous skills could no longer be used.Lord Mojun was also confused for a while, but fortunately, he did not lose the instinct of cultivation. After 200 years, he with the blood of the wilderness has already become a god-turning stage.

But this kind of open-ended life is completely inapplicable to these magic cultivators.

Lord Mojun can only work hard to find someone by himself.

To be honest, he also wanted to find other demon cultivators, but they... couldn't read.

Lord Mojun returned to the Central Plains with a headache.

The Central Plains hasn't changed much over the years, specifically, the realm of comprehension hasn't changed much.

The world is changing with each passing day, from generation to generation, many places have disappeared, and the sea has changed.

But the cultivation world is still the same.

Lord Mojun didn't know why he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't quite make it out.

Only then did he realize how much trouble he had caused himself...

Among these Central Plains decent sects who can preach, which one is not the best?Adhering to the stubborn idea that there is no balance between good and evil, Mr. Mojun couldn't help feeling flustered whenever he thought of those people's frowns.

What a novelty...

Anyway, he was also a righteous person back then.

Although it didn't take too long, he became the big devil that everyone shouted and beat.

Thinking about it this way, his situation is somewhat similar to that of Moxiu.

In the distance, there are many pavilions, pavilions and painted boats, green tiles and flying boats, high mountains and flowing water, clear water and sky.

Lord Mojun narrowed his eyes, he really...hasn't seen such a scene for a long time.

Lord Mojun encountered challenges on his first day in the Central Plains.

He walked with the sword all the way, because it hadn't been used for many years, the sword was wobbly, and he tried to throw him down on the way.

Lord Mojun staggered, stepped on the hilt of his sword fiercely, and scolded: "Why are there so many things? Let's go!"

The jade-colored spiritual sword under his feet seemed to be protesting, and he slid forward quickly, making a beautiful roundabout, and then swung from side to side triumphantly.

Lord Mojun: "...You are shameless, right?"

This sword was with him when he was young, named Xuan Xing, it was a rare spiritual sword, beautiful and obedient, and easy to use.

Even after Lord Demon Lord seldom used the sword, he was reluctant to throw it away, not to mention that at that time he loved to study sword skills very much, and he never left his hand with this sword all day long.

This sword is also a personal essence... sword essence.

At first, it was quite obedient, and most of the master's requests were listened to. Later, seeing that the young devil loved it very much, and was reluctant to force it to do things, this spirit sword flaunted all kinds of power and asked for spirit stones.

At that time, the young Demon Lord was still a son of a noble family, so he felt that these were nothing, so he happily fed his saber.

But then Lord Mojun didn't have a good life. For a while, he didn't even have any clothes. The sword was spoiled, and he even quarreled with him. He didn't even listen to his words, and fought against him.

Lord Mojun was so annoyed that he simply threw it away.

A throw is a hundred years.

Thinking of this, Lord Demon Lord suddenly couldn't get angry anymore, and looked at the sword helplessly, he knew that this sword was an ancestor, and he dared to lose his temper against Lord Demon Lord who is now the barbarian lord.

Just when Lord Mojun was thinking about whether to give this spirit sword a little sweetness, a spirit ship dangled from his head.

A young cultivator in white with a wiped forehead poked his head out, glanced at his spirit sword with a smile, and said enthusiastically, "Did you just start using the spirit sword? It's normal not to be familiar with it. I am a hundred Dingshan No. 70 third-generation disciple Cheng Yu, if you don’t mind, you can come on the boat and rest for a while.”

This is a silly white sweet.

Lord Mojun quickly made a judgment.

How can you invite a monk who doesn't know the details to board the spirit ship of your sect?

Because he was about to abandon him, the spirit sword under his feet slammed on the brakes, then shook his head in protest.

Lord Demon Lord who was almost thrown out: "..." This sword is useless without a lesson!

Lord Mojun, who originally didn't intend to agree, slowly raised his head, showing an extremely gentle smile: "Okay, thank you fellow daoist."

The unrelenting spirit sword: "..." Boom.

The boy who was bewildered by beauty: "..." Really, really beautiful.

"Where did Fellow Daoist Xie come from? Do you know the way?"

"Xie Daoist, don't you know how to control the sword? Oh, I didn't know it back then...do you want me to teach you?"

"Fellow Daoist Xie is so good-looking, is he from the Heyue Sect?"

……

Under the dead silence, Lord Mojun slowly looked at the heartless and asked him if he was a monk of Heyue Sect.

Does he look like those Heyue Sect disciples who rely on double cultivation to improve their cultivation? ? ?

Lord Mojun found it incredible that only when he heard others say that he was indifferent and ruthless, no one said that he had the temperament of Heyue Sect!

Cheng Yu blushed with embarrassment, looking at the monk who scratched his head and looked dazed: "Second senior brother, what are you doing?! How can you say... say thank you, fellow daoist, yes, yes..."

Young Lang blushed even when he mentioned this place. Although they did not discriminate against Heyue Sect, they had been instilled with the concept of asceticism since they were young, and they didn't understand love at all. Lenovo.

He secretly glanced at Fellow Daoist Xie...

Daoist Xie is not tall, and he is thin. His whole body is like a piece of cold jade, ethereal and indifferent...how could it be...

Master Mojun shook his head with a smile, and seriously retorted: "I am not." This cannot be misunderstood, he still wants face.

"Oh." The second senior brother also found that his words were a bit offensive, and quickly explained: "I didn't, I didn't mean anything else, it's because you are so good-looking, fellow daoist, and I was tempted for a while..."

Appalling fellow apprentices: "..." Stop explaining!The more you explain, the weirder it gets!What does it mean to be tempted, and what does it mean to be too good-looking? ? ?

It was the first time that Lord Mojun was molested face to face: "..." Why, has the Central Plains changed so much during the years when he was not in the Central Plains?

Lord Mojun fell into deep thought.

Cheng Yu hurriedly pulled him away with an apologetic face: "Thank you, don't misunderstand, my senior brother is used to being outspoken. Thank you, fellow Daoist, you are imposing and personable. It is the first time we have traveled far, so we are inevitably a little surprised."

Although Cheng Yu is a silly and sweet person, his ability to praise people should not be underestimated. Lord Mojun was amused by him. The demon cultivators in the barren land are more or less afraid of him, and dare not act presumptuously in front of him, but these fledgling Brats, dare to say what comes to your mind.

Lord Mojun's temper has improved a lot over the years, and he doesn't care much about these things, so he just waved his hand and let it go.

But he seems to have found his purpose.

Baiding Mountain is a well-known silly white sweet sect in the Central Plains.

These disciples mainly focus on refining weapons. Thousands of people ask for a spiritual weapon, and tens of thousands of spiritual stones come rolling in.

Logically speaking, Baidingshan with such an ability should guard against outsiders, but Baidingmen is different because they are not afraid!

These refining methods are beyond the reach of outsiders, even if you have the cheats, it is useless, you can only rely on the people from Baiding Mountain to teach them.With one skill in his body, he can travel all over the world.Baidingmen disciples are well protected when they go out, and they don't worry at all that someone wants to harm them.

This kind of heartless kung fu master thought it was too exaggerated when he heard about it when he was young, but he didn't expect to meet him this time.

Rumors are sometimes somewhat believable.

Silly Baitian's spokesperson is Cheng Yu, and before Lord Demon Lord can ask anything, he speaks blah blah blah blah blah.

Lord Mojun looked at the ignorant and innocent young man, and couldn't help reminding him: "You don't need to tell me such details."

Cheng Yu looked at him in surprise, and opened his mouth: "You are such a good person!"

Lord Mojun who was issued a good person card for no reason: "...???" What does this mean?

Cheng Yu looked at him moved: "Those people all want to get news from us, only you, Fellow Daoist, remind me not to tell."

Lord Mojun didn't understand, and he was speechless: "...then you still say?"

Cheng Yu shook his head, Lord Mojun felt that he might need to pour the water out of his head before he could speak.

"It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter if they know, they do their best to protect us, and we make spiritual weapons for them, it's fair!"

Lord Mojun was stunned for a moment, almost convinced by this logic, but...

"Don't you tell them that they can also gain a foothold by relying on their own spiritual weapon?"

The power of the spiritual weapon is far stronger than that of the monk...

Cheng Yu was also stunned, and thought seriously, then took a sneak peek at Lord Mojun, and suddenly realized: "Yes, we can play by ourselves!"

playing with your head...

It was the first time Lord Mojun wanted to teach others a lesson. He silently glanced at this silly and sweet disciple who seemed to have discovered a new world, and happily ran to share the good news with his brothers and sisters.

For the first time, Master Mojun began to doubt his life. How did Baidingshan survive to this day?

Lord Mojun decided to observe the lives of these silly white sweets first.

Zhengdao of the Central Plains has always been dissatisfied with the barren land. Wars are common, but they are not large-scale wars, and they don't know why.

No matter how much Baiding Mountain doesn't care about world affairs, it is still on the right side of the Central Plains. It may be a bit difficult to invite them to the barren land.

But Lord Mojun is not afraid of difficulties.

These disciples are going to the secret realm for trial, unlike other sects who go to the secret realm for trial privately, these Baidingshan disciples happily form a group to enter the secret realm, and warmly invite Lord Mojun to go too.

Lord Mojun has nothing to say, and is a little eager to try.

He hadn't entered the secret realm before the accident.

At that time, Chang'an required the best members of the family to go to the secret realm for trials. Due to various reasons, his cultivation speed was slow, and he was looking for people outside all the year round, so he missed several years of trials.

Later, after his accident, he wandered outside directly, and returned to Chang'an for revenge, not to mention the secret realm.

From this point of view... this is his first time to play in a secret realm.

After all, in the stage of becoming a god, one is not afraid of anything.

Lord Mojun felt that he remembered more and more things from the past recently, because of years of training, his memory of the things before was a little blurred.

It is said that the monk has a good memory, but he always forgets a lot of things. Sometimes a sudden thought reminds him of the previous events, like a box that has been dusty for a long time. He thought it was gone, but right there, a shaking God can see.

Going to the secret realm to play...it's pretty good.

Lord Mojun couldn't help but began to look forward to it.

The spirit sword lay on his lap, longing for some spirit stones from its master, while using its spiritual energy to seduce its master, it rubbed against its master's arms.

It knows that its owner is in a good mood now, so when does it not want something at this time?

Lord Mojun: "...have you become a spirit?"

Lingjian pretended to be stupid and stunned, and refused to answer.

Lord Mojun: "Heh." He looked impatient, but he still took out the spirit stone in his hand and fed it to the sword.

Spirit Sword ate it happily, and promised that he would protect his master.

Lord Mojun: "Who is crying and unwilling to kill? You are timid and thick-skinned. Who did you learn from?"

Spirit Sword: "..." Can this master be rejected?

Lord Mojun and Lingjian have a bad relationship.

When Master Mojun was Xie Yao, the third son of the Xie family, when he was 15 years old, the always strict Master Xie called him to come to him.

At that time, Xie Yao was still a child who expected his father to look good on his own. He tried to sit up straight, stiff and looking forward to looking at his father.

Father Xie frowned, and said a few words in a neutral tone: "Spiritual Sword will be with you for the rest of your life, so don't be careless. You should learn from your brother, don't delay your usual homework, and form an alliance with Spiritual Sword as soon as possible." contract."

Let him go after speaking.

Xie Yao hid the picture he had drawn for a month deep in his sleeve, he wanted to say, today is your birthday, I drew a picture for you, can you... can you give him some care, just like Same to my brother.

But Xie Yao still didn't say it out, that would be too embarrassing, what is he, a child begging adults to care about him?

Xie Yao came to the weapon room a little frustrated. The Xie family majored in swords, and Xie Yao also practiced swords since he was a child. He looked enthusiastically at the spiritual swords all over the wall.

But... which one should he choose?

Xie Yao went to ask his brother, but his brother was going out to eat with Xie's father, so he went to ask his mother, who let him make up his own mind.

Xie Yao struggled for a whole day, and when the sunset was all over the sky, he still had no idea.

It was his little friend Shen Huai who gave him advice, pinching his face lazily while nibbling on an apple: "Ayao is so dull, of course I need to find a more lively spirit sword."

Shen Huai looked at his confused best friend, and teased him: "Our Ayao is so good-looking, we not only need to find a lively one, but also a beautiful one, so that's the right way to get on board."

This is... what are you looking for...

Xie Yao: "..."

Xie Yao didn't want to talk to him anymore.

This friend likes to tease him on weekdays, and Xie Yao is used to it.

He returned to the weapon room, walked around carefully, thought for a while, took out a spirit stone, and said reverently: "Seniors, I don't know if this junior is honored to be loved by seniors. , advance and retreat together with the predecessors, eradicate evil, and never leave."

A sword trembled quietly.

Xie Yao stepped forward joyfully: "Senior, are you a little tempted? Although this junior is not a person with great talent, he also has a skill, and he is determined to be an upright and innocent person..."

The spirit sword didn't care about him, as soon as the scabbard came out, it hit the back of his hand directly, Xie Yao shook his hand, the spirit stone slipped from his fingers, the spirit sword happily took it over, and then, there was nothing else.

Xie Yao: "..."

He sat down cross-legged in frustration, staring dejectedly at the spirit sword that took the spirit stone and did nothing.

Lingjian was a little ashamed by him, and he searched all the spirit stones on his body before reluctantly leaving with him.

Xie Yao has been having nightmares since then, dreaming that his spirit sword saw a person with many, many spirit stones and happily abandoned him and left. Xie Yao was so sad that he wanted to cry behind.

Later, Xie Yao kept offering his spirit sword, and refused to show it to others, for fear that this ungrateful sword would run away with others.

But the dream is always the opposite.

At that time, Xie Yao, who was fawning over Spirit Sword, never dreamed that the one who was abandoned in the end was not him, but this Spirit Sword that always threatened him to leave.

Spirit Sword is very timid.

When Xie Yao used it to practice swords, it always resisted, staying in the scabbard and refusing to come out.

Xie Yao coaxed it humbly for a long time, but the ancestor just wouldn't come out.

So when everyone else was holding their own spirit swords, Xie Yao took a wooden sword.

Then he was laughed at severely.

The little friend Shen Huai is a noble son who is in heaven and earth, and also the little ancestor doted on by his family. Seeing Xie Yao like this, he really hates iron.

"You, you, the spirit sword just owes a lesson, and it won't do if you don't teach them a little lesson! You ignored it for a few days and said you were going to throw it away..."

Xie Yao looked at Shen Huai who was talking and feeding the spirit sword. He was afraid that it would be frozen and wrapped in his own clothes. He carefully chose the flavor of the spirit stone that Lingjian liked: "..." This doesn't seem to be convincing. force.

And... it's not the Spirit Sword that is afraid of being abandoned.

Xie Yao went back a little aggrieved.

Ling Jian lay in a nest made of spirit stones, ate and drank, and did not move when he saw his master came back in a low mood.

Xie Yao was ridiculed for a month.

He didn't tell Lingjian all this time, he just coaxed his Lingjian in a good voice, asking if it would like to go out and have a look.

Lingjian didn't let go.

Until one day, when Xie Yao was setting up the wooden sword, a spirit sword came through the air, and Xie Yao, who was startled, caught it carefully.

At that time, Xie Yao, who was used to being invisible, rarely smiled in front of outsiders.

Lingjian swayed triumphantly, feeling that he had received all the attention and pampering from his master.

But when the spirit sword that refused to kill Xie's family stubbornly hid in the scabbard and refused to obey the master's orders, it thought the master would squat down like before, worried and coaxed it gently: "...don't be afraid, If you don't want to do it, we won't do it...it's okay..."

But this time the master had another knife, and he threw the sword on the ground. After a dead silence, he smiled slowly: "Even you want to betray me... well, since you don't want to obey me, Then don't follow me."

Lingjian doesn't understand human emotions, but that time when the master smiled, Lingjian could feel the infinite sadness and pain in his heart.

Lingjian just didn't understand, the master obviously didn't want to kill people, why did he force himself, and also force it?

The master is not a person who likes to magnify words. He said that he would not let the spirit sword follow him, and he never used it again.

The boy who coaxed it carefully, finally became the one who abandoned it.

Lingjian wanted to blame him, really wanted to.

But... I can't bear it.

Spirit Sword: The master is a big pig's hoof!

After spending nearly half a month on the road, Lord Mojun began to regret his decision.

These little boys who have never been down the mountain are surprised at what they see, and if they have to go down to have a look, they just don't hurry.

After a while, I thought the tavern was beautiful, and I wanted to go in for a drink, but my alcohol strength was not strong enough, and I wanted to rest in the inn for another night when I was drunk.

After the rest, I have to go shopping again, pick and choose a bunch of small things, and even watch the oirans compete for beauty.

Lord Mojun couldn't take it anymore after leading this group of cubs for a few days, and began to think about how to get rid of them and leave by himself.

As a result, these little brats caused trouble for him without looking at him for a while.

Lord Mojun looked at the two confronting parties in front of him, one was gorgeously dressed, arrogant and noble young masters and ladies, the other was the bewildered Baidingshan boys.

Those young masters and young ladies raised their chins and looked at the Baiding Mountain crowd triumphantly: "Apologize, we will spare you."

Baidingmen disciple: "..." I'm afraid you have lost your mind.

Cheng Yu tilted his head and looked at them innocently: "It's obvious that you bumped into someone and wanted to grab something. How can you tell right from wrong, black from black?"

"You——" a little girl in purple rushed out, staring at them savagely and self-willedly: "What are you? How can you mess with my Wei family in Huai'an? If this thing is mine, it is mine. Leave early."

Lord Mojun was stunned for a moment, and the disciples around him anxiously pulled his sleeves: "Xie Daoyou, what should we do? We can't beat them..."

"This is... Huai'an?" Lord Mojun was in a daze, and grabbed the hand of the disciple beside him: "This is Huai'an?"

The disciple didn't understand what was wrong with him, so he nodded: "That's right, Huai'an City, alas, Huai'an City has not been built yet, but it has a deep foundation! We usually cooperate with those sects, and we still don't know much about these families..."

Huai'an... Huai'an...

What a great place.

Lord Mojun smiled silently, quietly watching the farce in front of him.

The woman saw that the people in Baidingshan still had expressions of not knowing what they meant, and suddenly became angry, thinking that they were deliberately provoking, she immediately rolled up her sleeves and wanted to step forward.

A weak woman in blue stepped forward to persuade her: "Okay, sister Shu, since they are the first to look at these things, do you want to cut them off? Just make friends."

The flirtatious persuasion of the woman in blue actually made the manic woman in purple stop. She looked at the people in Baiding Mountain with disdain, and muttered: "They are not qualified to be friends with me."

But it didn't work.

The woman in blue stepped forward and saluted tenderly, with a smile in her eyes: "Forgive us for being abrupt... Let everyone's expenses today be counted on my head, and take it as our apology."

Cheng Yu didn't appreciate it at all, and said puzzledly: "You are indeed being rude, but we don't want your money, we have it ourselves."

The woman in blue froze, pretending to be indifferent, and said, "It's fate for you all to come here, why don't you come with us to see the flower festival?"

The woman in blue moves lightly with lotus steps, gentle and virtuous, with autumn eyes and cut eyes, she is a great beauty no matter how you look at it.

But the people in Baiding Mountain were merciless: "No."

The woman in blue: "..."

I don't know who said lightly: "She looks so contrived."

The woman in blue: "..."

The young man behind him suddenly became unhappy, and stepped forward to make a big fuss with them.

Lord Mojun paused, and chose to go forward. He just took a look, and there seemed to be no acquaintances here, no one probably knew him... maybe.

"What are you all doing here? You are here to practice, not to enjoy the blessings. How shameless are you to get together with these young masters?"

The woman in blue stared at him for a moment, and the young man behind him couldn't bear it anymore after hearing his words.

Lord Mojun was very straightforward. He unsheathed his long sword and pointed at them lazily: "I have a bad temper. If you take a step forward, don't blame me."

The woman in blue took a step back and stopped these people who were about to move.

Cheng Yu was not stingy with his praise: "Xie Daoyou is amazing! You must be a great sword repairer in the future!"

"..." Lord Mojun couldn't bear to tell him that he didn't use sword much anymore.

Cheng Yu excitedly wanted to take Lord Demon Lord outside to pretend to be a tiger, in the name of increasing the reputation of Lord Demon Lord.

"Thank you, fellow daoist, look, if you go for a walk outside now, someone must provoke you, and then you pull out your sword just like before. The other party must be too scared to sleep, trembling, begging you to let him go...then You will become famous, and more people will come here... At that time, someone will write a storybook for you. I have already thought of the name, and it will be called "Jemei Jianxiu walks against the sky, a long sword cuts you!" All over the world'..."

Lord Demon Monarch: "...?"

Lord Mojun couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped him on the face: "Shut up."

Cheng Yu touched Lord Demon Lord's hand intoxicatedly: "Ah... this is the hand of the famous great swordsman holding a sword in the future..."

Lord Mojun: "..." Please, let me go.

"Hey, thank you fellow daoist, why are you unhappy?"

Lord Mojun smiled slightly: "Should I be happy?"

Cheng Yu didn't understand what he was thinking: "Of course! You're going to be famous! At that time, we will have a famous sword cultivator as an elder in Baiding Mountain..."

Lord Demon Monarch: "???"

Lord Mojun: "Wait a minute, what elder?"

What did he miss?

Cheng Yu gave him a strange look, as if wondering why he would ask this question, and said naturally: "Of course. If you follow us, someone must come to make trouble, and if you protect us, they will not dare to come. And spread your reputation. When you reach the Nascent Soul stage, you can be a guest elder... Hey, don't be so surprised, I know this opportunity is rare, and you don't have to look incredible... Don't Don't worry, we will definitely reserve this position for you."

The former son of aristocratic family and now the Lord Mojun: "..." He may be really old, and he is getting unable to keep up with the pace of young people.

Cheng Yu shook his head, probably thinking that he was a genius for coming up with this idea, and he became more and more excited: "You go to the secret realm with us first, and the first step is to become famous. Then someone will challenge you, don't worry Promise, with a look of disdain, the kind of eyes that look at everyone like a fool... Wait until they think you are crazy, and then come out to slap you... When those people want to win you over, you will throw yourself into Baiding Mountain sadly In his arms, he said that he wanted to practice in seclusion..."

As soon as he spoke, he clearly arranged the life of Lord Mojun for the next hundred years.

Lord Mojun tried to interrupt him, but failed.

Looking at Cheng Yu who was staring at him with bright eyes, Lord Mojun ruthlessly broke his illusion: "I am already famous."

Cheng Yu looked surprised: "I've never heard of it."

"...in the north." Northwest is also north.

Cheng Yu laughed: "Just brag, there is only one devil king in the north who is more famous now, you can't be the devil king, right?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and squeezed Lord Demon Lord's wrist, which was neither thick nor rough at all, and smiled even more happily: "Hahaha, if you were Demon Lord, I would eat the spirit boat..."

Lord Mojun with a blank face: "..." Young man, let me tell you, you will be taught a lesson for doing this.

Later, when he found out that Lord Demon Lord was the well-known Demon Lord of Desolation, Cheng Yu said, "...my face hurts so much."

10

Lord Mojun gained something along the way, he found a few casual cultivators, the kind who are not afraid of demon cultivators.

Lord Demon Lord secretly left a message and gave himself a token to let these simple and ignorant humans go to the barren land to teach Demon Cultivator.

The process of persuasion is very harmonious.

Lord Demon Monarch: "Desolate land, teach or not?"

Loose cultivators: "! Don't dare!"

Lord Mojun: "One hundred thousand spirit stones and spirit veins are available for cultivation."

Loose cultivators: "Ah, it's the feeling of heartbeat."

Lord Mojun drew out his knife: "If you don't go, you die."

Loose cultivators: "...you should have said it earlier!"

So a deal that you like and I like is decided in this way.

But these Baidingshan people...

Lord Mojun propped his chin in distress, it's hard to do, they are too stupid, a little bit impatient.

And Baidingshan might tear him apart.

The second senior brother came over curiously, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch Lord Mojun's mouth.

Lord Mojun was stunned: "!!!"

Lord Mojun became angry: "???"

The second senior brother laughed: "Thank you, fellow daoist, you are so cute! What are you thinking, you actually pouted hahaha..."

I don't!Who pouted! !Who is cute! ! !

Lord Mojun didn't feel unbearable at all now, he wanted to stun this group of people and take them back to the barren land, and then threatened them with a knife and wanted their masters to give them spirit stones.

The second senior brother admired Lord Mojun's beauty intoxicatedly, and felt that this fellow Taoist was innocent and cute.

11

This is the secret realm imagined by Lord Demon Monarch.

There was a lot of voices, and everyone was staring at the entrance of the secret realm, ready to go and grab what they wanted.

Then there was a burst of smoke.

There are many dangers, conspiracies and tricks, and I am deeply involved in it.

But the real situation is this.

At the entrance of the secret realm, a monk yelled loudly: "Above the heartbeat period, line up on the left, and below line up on the right! No entry below the foundation building! No entry above the Nascent Soul! Except for talisman cultivators and medical practitioners! All line up! No jumping in line! No! Quasi-occupancy!"

Lord Mojun: "..." This is probably... the feeling of being shattered.

Cheng Yu looked at them happily: "That's great, I haven't been in line yet!"

Baidingshan disciple: "..." Nodding vigorously.

Lord Mojun: "...Don't you think there is something weird?" He remembered that what those people told him when they came back was different from this.

How many years has it been... Has the world of comprehension become like this?

A monk saw them standing in a group and urged them to line up. When he heard Lord Mojun's words, he laughed at his ignorance: "Which small place did you come from? You still have to rob the secret place there? It's pitiful." .This is our own secret realm of Zhenjun. Zhenjun thinks that the secret realm is too chaotic, and he was in... what is it called..."

Another person continued: "Reform."

"Yes, yes, reform! That's it. Oh, I keep forgetting."

Someone comforted him: "It's okay, Zhenjun has always had fantastic ideas, we people are far behind Zhenjun, it's normal that we can't remember."

The man looked at him gratefully.

Lord Mojun who used to live in the prosperous city of Chang'an: "..." The world of comprehension...he really doesn't understand.