After converting to Qingqing Dao, my little junior sister went crazy

Shujue had no idea that something was wrong with Yan Beizhou and the others. At this moment, she had rushed to Yunhe Sect, borrowed Yunzhou from them, and was about to go back.

But suddenly she heard the elder who was traveling with her and responsible for driving Yunzhou exclaimed: "Oh my god, little friend Shujue, something is going to happen to Qing Hongzong!"

"what?"

Shu Jue also took out her messaging jade, but no one sent her a message.

"Look at this." The elder handed over his communication jade.

Shu Jue took a cursory glance and saw a scene of a group of demons rushing towards Qing Hongzong.

The person who posted it seemed to be hiding somewhere. The demons did not find him, but instead made it easier for him to take a picture.

From the photos he sent, we can see that there are at least three to four hundred people in the dark demon army!
Shu Jue's heart was raised: What kind of madness is the demon clan doing?

She quickly sent messages to Lin Nianjiao and others to confirm the situation, but there was no reply for a long time.

"Elder, can this Yunzhou drive faster?" She looked at the Yunhe Sect elder with very eager eyes.

"It's already coming soon, little friend Shujue." The elder also knew that she was in a hurry, so he comforted her: "The best news is that there is no news. Maybe those demons did not go in the Qinghong Sect, but in that direction. That’s all.”

But having said that, he actually didn't know what to do.

Because before this, no demon had ever swaggered through the world of immortality.

This is already a serious provocation.

Earlier, Hongzong of Qing Dynasty welcomed an unexpected "guest".

The young man with long flaming red hair stood at the gate of the sect, blasting the gate of Qinghong Sect to pieces in a circle, and then walked in swaggeringly and asked the frightened disciple next to him:
"Where is your sect leader? Your sect leader's name is Pei Xingmo, right? Where are the others? Let him come out and say that the Demon King's general Yue Zhong has something to do with him."

"Yue, Yue, Yue?" The disciple shivered, sweat dripping from his back.

"Yue Zhong, not Yue Yue Yue Zhong!" Yue Zhong took out his ears, flicked his fingers, and glanced at him lightly: "If you don't report it, I will go in by myself."

He grinned, showing his big white teeth, and the look in his eyes was unfriendly.

"I'll report it to the sect master right away!" The disciple could be said to be rolling around as he left.

Pei Xingmo was discussing with a group of elders how to resettle the people of the Southern Kingdom. Suddenly a disciple broke in and stammered: "It's not good! The demon clan's yue is here to kill them!"

The elders were dumbfounded, and Pei Xingmo also became sullen.

By the time he saw Yuezhong, he had seriously injured several Qinghong Sect and Dan Sect disciples, and was still playing with the weapons of those disciples.

There were broken pieces of the sword under his feet.

As for some disciples, some were lying on the side not knowing whether they were alive or dead, and some were covering their wounds and looking at the fragments at his feet, with anger and heartache in their eyes.

Most of the disciples in the sect are sword cultivators. For sword cultivators, swords are undoubtedly half their lives.

Sword cultivators and swordsmen need to be in harmony in order to go a long way in their cultivation.

Once the sword is destroyed, some people may even lose the opportunity to practice for life.

Just like ordinary people looking for a partner, how many soul-matching people can they meet in a lifetime?

"Hey, are you finally out?" Yue Zhong held an unknown weed in his mouth. When he looked at Pei Xingmo, his eyes narrowed slightly with contempt. "I thought you, the sect leader, would be a coward."

"What are you doing here?" Pei Xingmo suppressed his anger, but Yue Zhong's tone was still very rude.

"Tsk, after all, I am also a guest. Is this your attitude towards guests?" Yue Zhong spat out the weeds in his mouth, took two steps forward, and stood in front of Pei Xingmo.

"I heard that you are good at playing chess?" He is shorter than Pei Xingmo, so you need to look up at him when speaking.

Pei Xingmo's eyes were full of coldness. He suppressed the urge to take action and said coldly: "Yes."

He didn't need to guess to know that Zhu Yantong must have said this to him. "Teach me how to play chess and I'll give you some chances to survive. How about that?"

Yue Zhong crossed his arms over his chest and said something very rude.

But this is the fact. In front of Yue Zhong, the entire Qinghong Sect, and even the entire human race, can only be described as vulnerable.

Pei Xingmo's hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched into fists, and he could almost hear the sound of his back molars grinding.

"Okay." Pei Xingmo took a deep breath: "I can teach you how to play chess, but while you are here for a period of time, you cannot harm the disciples in the sect."

"Tsk, I got it." Yuezhong glanced around.

At first glance, there was no one around.

However, Yue Zhong could sense that there were many people hiding around him, and they all seemed to be on alert, as if if he made any move, they would immediately come out to fight with him.

Yue Zhong withdrew his gaze.

He just wants to learn to play chess now and has no interest in other things.

"Oh, by the way, tell them not to tell anyone about me learning to play chess here, or I will kill you all."

Although Yue Zhong likes to play chess recently, he always feels that he will be laughed at by Yue Zhan if word spreads that he seeks out anthropology to learn how to play chess.

So a death order was issued, and no one was allowed to say anything.

In this way, Pei Xingmo began to teach Yue Zhong how to play chess.

Unexpectedly, the notorious Yue Zhong is also a bad chess player.

My skills are not very good, but I have a lot of requirements when playing chess.

No one is allowed to look at it, Pei Xingmo is not allowed to make a sound, and no one is allowed to disturb him.

Pei Xingmo had no choice but to set up a barrier around his courtyard to prevent disciples or elders from accidentally entering and losing their lives.

"This game doesn't count!" Pei Xingmo dropped his ball and blocked Bai Zi directly. Yue Zhong's eyes widened, he didn't expect him to make such a move.

"Did you lead me there on purpose just now?" He pointed at Pei Xingmo, his hands trembling.

"When did I deliberately guide you?" Pei Xingmo picked up the tea cup and took a sip, his eyes staying on the chessboard: "You lost."

"This game doesn't count!" Yue Zhong suddenly stretched out his hand and overturned the entire game of chess pieces to the ground.

The black and white chess pieces fell to the ground.

Pei Xingmo glanced at it lightly: "This is the fourth set. If you break it again, I won't be able to take it out."

Unexpectedly, Yue Zhong liked playing chess and was a loser. In just a few days, he destroyed three sets of chess.

Pei Xingmo is not usually a person who likes to collect chess pieces, and he really has none in his hands.

"This." Yuezhong took out a chess set and said, "Use this."

He gritted his teeth: "I don't believe it, you can still win with my chess!"

Pei Xingmo glanced at him again, but he still didn't say the final sentence, "Winning or losing has nothing to do with chess."

Playing chess with Yue Zhong was simply torture for him.

He is like that kind of unintelligent child, not only stupid but also a sore loser.

Yue Zhong didn't know that Pei Xingmo missed him so much. If he knew, he would have to make another scene.