I'm a demon cultivator

Chapter 78 It’s time for my mentor to rest in peace
"Here, this is the backup of the spiritual instrument. For every ten diaries written by Fellow Daoist Tan, one will appear here."

Young Master Jian took out something that looked like a dressing mirror and handed it to Dong Dong.

However, when the little girl heard that this was the only function, she immediately felt a little disgusted: "Why is it so useless? Is this the last work of Chun Yangzi?"

"Please, the psychic weapon is in someone else's hands. This is the only way if you want to completely hide it from him. Don't treat him as a fool who won't find out, okay?" Young Master Jian rolled his eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work, uncle." Dong Dong said perfunctorily with a wooden face.

"It wasn't hard for me. I just went to my father's treasure house and then put the account on you." Young Master Jian waved his hand and said generously.

Dong Dong glanced at him sideways, then said expressionlessly, "Then I'll go and thank Chun Yangzi."

"That's not necessary. Taoist Brother Chunyang has already gone into seclusion. He doesn't want to see anyone in recent years. He even asked someone to send his enemies' children to work in Qitian Pavilion just in case, so that they can help him block two knives after the truth comes out." Young Master Jian said with a curl of his lips.

"Are you so afraid of death?" Dong Dong blinked, and a hint of surprise appeared in his clear almond-shaped eyes.

"Because he also thinks that it is very likely that Fellow Daoist Tan will marry into our Dong family one day..."

Clang!
The terrifying sword energy rolled back instantly, directly causing the sunlight in this area to become dim.

"Stop it, you evil cultivator!" Young Master Jian fled in panic.

"I am a sword cultivator!" The expressionless little girl emphasized herself while slashing.

……

Luozhou, Qitian Pavilion.

In the Taoist Hall.

Tan Shuchang couldn't help but smile with joy, because he finally nurtured the spirituality in the spiritual instrument. For a moment, the instrument was like a spiritual treasure, flying up on its own, and then trembling slightly in front of Tan Shuchang.

This was in response to Tan Shuchang's joy.

Seeing this, Tan Shuchang was overjoyed and was about to write a diary. But at this moment, he sensed someone was coming towards him, so he put away the magic weapon.

Soon, a voice was heard outside the hall: "The Sword Questioning Secret Ceremony is about to be held. Lord Daojiang, please make some preparations and rush to the Sword Tower in three days to preside over all matters concerning the Secret Ceremony."

"Ask about the secret book of sword?"

Tan Shuchang was surprised, and then he responded casually: "I understand, you can rest assured that there will be no omissions, and I will not let down the emperor's grace."

Although Tan Shuchang had never participated in this secret book, he was not unfamiliar with it, because it was one of the major events in the world of immortal cultivation in the Jiawu Realm.

However, this event is only suitable for sword cultivators.

At the beginning, the Sword Questioning Secret Book was not limited to sword cultivators. As long as one was a cultivator, he could join in the fun. However, after going there, it was easy for sword cultivators to find a reason to kill them. So over time, an unwritten rule was formed that this was an event that only sword cultivators could participate in.

No matter whether it is good or evil, no matter one's origin, as long as one is a sword practitioner, it's fine!
Each session of the Sword Secret Classic was also supervised by the Sword Master of Qitian Pavilion. However, although he was in charge, in reality, the role of the Sword Master was to open the seal of the Sword Tower with the key given by the court.

then……

Then of course you should stand aside and not get in the way of the sword practitioners.

As for the saying about being the host, it is simply the court trying to flatter itself so that it doesn't sound so bad when it is said out.

Therefore, Tan Shuchang didn't take this matter to heart.

After all, what's so difficult about opening a door?
Then he continued what he had not finished before. He took out the record-keeping instrument and stared at it. As his thoughts fluctuated, the words that Tan Shuchang wanted appeared on it.

Tan Shuchang practiced for four years, on the ninth day of the ninth month.

People should read more books. If you don't know how to read, just read as the wind blows. Read whatever page the wind blows. Tear off the page you don't want to read.

Because I have been cultivating my spirituality these days, there is really not much to write about, so I will just keep it simple.

Then, Tan Shuchang put away his magic weapon and was about to practice, but at this moment, a cold voice that could not be distinguished between male and female suddenly appeared in his ears: "Player Tan Shuchang refused to complete the task of accumulating merits to become a king. Now Tan Shuchang is punished. The player's level will be restored to Ding Jiu, and all the power obtained from the strange game will be deprived!" "Begin to detect the strange game power obtained by player Tan Shuchang..."

"checking……"

"Unable to detect..."

"???"

"Player Tan Shuchang, who survived the weird game dungeon purely by relying on his horoscope, can be listed on the weird game oddball list."

"Punishment transformation—"

"Punish the player Tan Shuchang to guard the Wusheng Realm Prison for three days. If he survives within three days, he will no longer be punished, and his position as the city lord will remain unchanged, with increased authority."

Tan Shuchang couldn't help but remain silent: "..."

Are you strong enough to pass the dungeon?

Why doesn't this weird game look like a real thing?

At this time, the environment around him had also changed. He was no longer in the Taoist Hall of Qitian Pavilion, but was now in a dark red area that had no end in sight.

Stab! Stab!
As the sound of something being dragged was heard, a door suddenly opened from the dark red color.

This door is just an ordinary door.

Nothing special.

But behind this door, there stood a little girl.

The little girl looked weak and frail, wearing a long red dress. She looked at Tan Shuchang and suddenly a sweet smile appeared on her face. Then she asked sweetly, "Big brother, are you here to play with me?"

"Yes, yes!"

Tan Shuchang nodded repeatedly, then he quickly walked into the door.

"Big brother, you just came in like this? But mom said that no one can come in here casually! So big brother, you have to accept the punishment!" When the little girl saw Tan Shuchang coming in like this, her smile suddenly became sweeter.

Tan Shuchang also laughed: "Don't worry about punishing me. I don't have to worry about too much debt. I still have another punishment to accept. So, little sister, let me take you to a good place first!"

Having said this, he stretched out his hand.

The five slender fingers, as white as jade, now had a bloody glow with a hint of golden light, and then the little girl, who was originally smiling sweetly, suddenly showed a look of fear.

"Big brother, we are family..." the little girl shouted hurriedly.

But Tan Shuchang didn't care about that. He folded the female ghost in half and then stuffed it into his sleeve.

It's already been delivered to your door, why not take it?

After putting away the female ghost, Tan Shuchang looked around.

The place was still dark red, but unlike what was seen outside the door, there was a road here. So Tan Shuchang walked along this road, and soon he saw a man with a pitch-black body and a cold face.

"New guard? Then come with me?" the man said in a hoarse voice.

"No, no. Although this is my first time here, I feel quite familiar with this place." As Tan Shuchang said this, he stretched out his hand again.

He folded the male ghost in half and again at an extremely fast speed.

Then, after collecting the second ghost, Tan Shuchang could not help but say with emotion: "It turns out that I have inherited the mantle of my mentor and treat men and women equally. I think if my mentor could see this scene in the underworld, he would know what is good and what is bad and rest in peace."

(End of this chapter)