The Immortal Sect traitor is also gaining favor in the Demon Prison today

The town is some distance away from Yaochi Pass Mountain.

Because it is far away from Jianhua Palace, the sphere of influence here is no longer under the jurisdiction of Jianhua Palace, but rather some less famous small sects.

The larger the state capital, the heavier the atmosphere of fireworks. Upon entering the city and seeing the bustling crowd, Gu Yingmian was still a little uncomfortable with it.

It was Rouzhe who took the initiative to hold her hand. "It's okay, let's go." Yi Yingmian followed him obediently. The market in Chenzhou was obviously much larger than the small town. Not only was the road wide, but the two sides were also connected.

The various buildings and houses are bright and beautiful, and you can also see academies, martial arts arenas, and high-walled courtyards.

Even Sang Zhe rarely visited such a large state capital. After all, the Demon Sword Flower Palace and other sects generally did not set up a

In a place very close to mortals.

Gu Yingmian was even more curious than him. Along the way, anything she saw around her might cause her to stop and take a look.

The goods in the hands of the vendors, the snacks on the roadside, the children playing and frolicking, and even the elderly running towards each other in a group under the weeping willows, she wanted to go over and take a look.

under.

Just like a curious baby. "Are these things new to you?" "Not new." Gu Yingmian thought for a moment and shook his head, "But they are also new.

"Over the years, I have seen many different kinds of people." "But I have never observed and felt their emotions so closely like today.

life.”

"They all seem to be living happily." She looked at the old men running towards each other, tilting her head in confusion, "Is playing chess... as fun as practicing swordplay?"

"It's different for everyone." Sang Zhe smiled and said, "Perhaps playing chess is to them what kendo is to you." Gu Yingmian nodded. But Sang Zhe also saw that once Gu Yingmian's novelty wore off, she would probably be done with it.

She felt bored. What she was most interested in was sword practice. But thinking of this, Rouzhe was moved and pulled her to look at her and said, "By the way, wasn't there a martial arts competition on the aristocratic family broadcasting platform over there, recruiting guests from aristocratic families?" "Let's go and take a look." Gu Yingmian nodded.

No matter what Sang Zhe said, she seemed to obey unconditionally.

In the east of the city, in a magnificent mansion, as soon as you enter the door, you will see a wide square, which is now crowded with people.

There were a lot of people coming and it was very lively.

Sang Zhe looked at Gu Yingmian and squeezed to the front. On the broadcasting platform, it seemed that two people were fighting. One of them was tall and thin, with a long face, holding an iron ring sword, dancing with great vigor.

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On one side was a bald man with black hair and knuckle gloves in his hands.

The two fought back and forth, and the audience who didn't know the details naturally cheered. Of course, Sang Zhe and Gu Yingmian could see that these two people had just passed the Qi training stage, and they were just ordinary people with some brute force, not even cultivators. It can only be said that the fight was hard to describe, just for fun. On the other side of the ring, the middle-aged man sitting on the high platform drinking tea seemed to have some background. It didn't take long for the winner to be decided. The tall and thin man with a long face was beaten to a bloody mess by a punch and fell off the stage. Amid the cheers, the bald man roared: "Who else?" Ha, quite impressive. Sure enough, the balder man is stronger. Sang Zhe secretly laughed. But he glanced at him inadvertently.

Suddenly he saw a hint of shyness and desire in Gu Yingmian's eyes. He was so scared that he asked anxiously: "Um, Sister Gu?" "You, you don't want to go up and play?" "Is it not allowed?" Gu Loumian tilted her head in confusion. "No...Is it just a small local family recruiting guest officials? I guess they are willing to go up and play."

Those who are willing to join are all those who are in the Qi training stage. If there is someone who can build a foundation, they will burn incense and worship Buddha. "

Sang Zhe couldn't help but twitch his lips: "What are you going to do? Are you going to send your opponent and the whole family away with a Yuan Qi bomb?" Yuan Qi bombs might be too light. Sang Zhe still remembers the terrifying scene of Pengxu Mountain, where a sword energy from a long distance split the entire mountain into two.

If Gu Yingmian gets too excited here, he will be stabbed with a sword. I'm afraid everyone in this city will go to see their ancestors on the spot. Gu Yingmian could only curl his lips in boredom and lower his head. It must be said that Gu Yingmian rarely shows such an emotional expression.

This time. And last time when she cried in the bedroom without knowing what to do. Rouzhe thought they were a little too cute. Her plump cherry lips pouted slightly, and she looked unhappy and sullen.

Her eyes shifted to the side with a bit of resentment, which always gave Sang Zhe the illusion that she was acting coquettishly towards him.

"Um, Sister Gu, do you really want to go up and play?" "Not really." Gu Yingmian glanced at the stands, "Just watching them.

They are all fighting, having so much fun. I feel a little itchy." That's right. I almost forgot that this sister is also a pure-blooded fighting maniac. She is not a normal person who can go all the way to fight at the general promotion ceremony. "Well, it really can't be done."

Sang Zhe said, "I'll go up and play for Sister Gu." "Although I inherited Jiaoqin's swordsmanship, my cultivation is only at the level of a small building.

It's just a basic. It's not too bullying." Upon hearing this, Gu Yingmian's eyes seemed to light up. "Do you want to go? I want to see." "Actually, there's nothing to see. After all, the sword skills are there. Even if you jump one or two levels, it's still a mess." "I want to see you without the sword." Sang Zhe: "?" Seeing Gu Yingmian's fiery eyes, Sang Zhe realized that she wanted to make fun of herself. Anyway, she couldn't use the sword now. She also wanted to see herself make a fool of herself when she couldn't use the sword. Okay.

Sang Zhe sighed silently: "If you don't need it, then don't use it. Anyway, the possibility of encountering a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage is probably not high..."

He hadn't even finished his words when suddenly, the bald man who had been showing off his power suddenly fell on his

A large mouthful of blood spurted out in front of him.

Sang Zhe looked at his bloody and miserable appearance, then raised his head and glanced at the arena in a daze.

At some point, the person on the stage was replaced by a skinny man with an inexplicably sinister temperament. His eyes were sunken and his face was full of fairy air, as if he had been taking drugs for several years and looked depressed and horrible.

But with a mouthful of yellow teeth, he smiled particularly sinisterly at this moment. "Is there anyone who is not afraid of death?" Sang Zhe looked at this person speechlessly. There is no doubt that this person is a cultivator in the foundation building stage. And judging from the miserable state of the bald man just now, this person has obviously been struggling for many years.

, I guess he has a lot of practical experience. It's really unlucky. Even drinking cold water can get stuck in your teeth.

Sang Zhe turned his head and met Gu Yingmian's bright and innocent eyes. The other party seemed to be waiting for Sang Zhe to take the stage with great anticipation. "Oh, okay." Sang Zhe sighed helplessly and had no choice but to slowly climb onto the stage under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The ring. Seeing that it was a young man who came up, the audience immediately started to talk. The skinny man's eyes also became lighter, and his eyes narrowed into slits. Where did you come from, little kid? Don't you know that fighting with your Grandpa Luo will result in death?

I don’t want to either.” Sang Zhe also sighed, “If life wasn’t forcing us, who would be willing to go on stage?”

The gloomy man named Luo was also stunned. ".......Brother, are you being hunted down like me and have nowhere to go?" "Uh, that's not the case." Sang Zhe said sincerely, "I was forced by my wife." Wei Luo: "?" As the middle-aged man on the high platform spoke slowly, Luo took out a dagger with a dark glow and looked at Sang Zhe with an evil smile.

"No matter what your reason is, you must be prepared when you go on stage." Sang Zhe glanced at his majestic dagger. Then he looked at Gu Yingmian eagerly. Gu Yingmian smiled and threw a brick at him. Sang Zhe: "?" Wei Luo: "?"

Come on." She looked at him and shouted softly. Sang Zhezhang looked at the brick, turned his head speechlessly, and said to Luo Mian opposite.

Pretty face. Luo "…..your wife is really cruel." Sang Zhe: "Who said she wasn't." "Are you sure you want to fight me with this thing?" "I don't have a choice." "Heh, that kid, I won't be polite to you." Wei Luo sneered, and his body moved violently, flashing to the side of Sang Zhe. The cold death flashed, and he went straight to the vital point, as if he wanted to cut the throat and bleed. Many people in the audience were also shocked by this sharp and fierce attack, and couldn't help but exclaimed. Who would have thought that the two of them seemed to be chatting in a friendly manner the previous second. The next second, the attack was so vicious and insidious, and they met by chance without any grudges, but they also wanted to take people's lives with one move. As a result, such a swift attack finally fell into the air. Luo Danran didn't expect to kill him with one move, but he was also surprised by the other party's evasion so lightly. That kind of body movement...could he be a disciple of the famous and upright Tian family? On the contrary, it was Sang Zhe. He dodged the attack lightly and landed leisurely to the side. However, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

Demon cultivator?

159. Don't touch, your hands are dirty

As an employee with considerable experience in the magic world, Sang Zhe was naturally very familiar with the vast group of magic cultivators. Ce Xiu did not only refer to those cultivators with bad conduct, who were not tolerated by the times, or who were extremely evil. Strictly speaking, the real magic cultivators were cultivators who practiced some forbidden techniques that were against the will of heaven, or who used some insidious and evil methods to improve their cultivation. However, there was no specific definition. All kinds of strange and varied techniques could be defined as magic cultivation techniques.

Even the mask mode of Quan Sangzhe himself could be defined as a magic cultivation method. However, the cultivators who practiced this kind of method all had a very direct characteristic. That was their temperament was naturally gloomy and dark, and the methods they used were all very mysterious.

It was inevitable that he would have some evil spirit. When the man named Luo attacked, Sang Zhe could sense it clearly. He was obviously a demon cultivator. And the ruthlessness of his attack was such that the number of lives he had taken was probably terrifying. "Boy, you have some skills." Hun Luo smiled sinisterly and waved his dagger: "But I want to see

, how many times can you escape." Sang Zhe was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Why are you being chased?" "Oh, bad luck." Hun Luo coughed and smiled: "That day I slaughtered a family of ordinary woodcutters, and killed his wife An in front of men. As a result, when I was cleaning up the body, I was seen by the passing Zhidao monk Chou Qiu, and he chased me all the way." "Otherwise, why would your grandfather Wei Luo run to such a remote place and be a guest official?" Sang Zhe: "?" Hearing this, Chunlan in Sang Zhe's mind couldn't help but roar angrily, cursing: ""Dumb!"

You demon cultivators are nothing!" Stop being so mean." Sang Zhe said seriously, "We are not the same kind of people." People like Luo. Even if they escaped to the demon path and found a large group of demon cultivators, they are still just bodies. If you do something that angers people and is hunted down, the demon path will not protect you.

o

You have to take responsibility for what you do. This kind of beast should be captured by the group of saints of the righteous path.

Justice is being executed. Hun Luo saw Sang Zhe staring at him motionlessly, as if he was frightened, and couldn't help but laugh. "Hehe, are you scared?" "That's right. A young kid like you who can be pinched to make water come out of you, I guess you haven't even seen a dead person, right?"

"It's too late to be afraid of death now." He held the dagger tightly, "Who told you to show off in front of your mother? You have to go on stage and pretend to be so awesome?" Sang Zhe glanced at him with disgust and disgust. After a long time, he sighed. "You misunderstood, brother." "Sorry. Actually." "...I am also a magic cultivator." His eyes were slightly cold. He blinked for a moment. The next moment, his eyeballs suddenly bulged out. He didn't know when the world around him became extremely dark. It was so dark that he couldn't see his hand in front of him. A tremor and coldness from the soul slowly spread upward along his spine. It was as if he was in the abyss. "What, what's going on?" He widened his eyes in horror and looked around. What happened?

What kind of magic is this? He didn't know when, but a faint green light slowly appeared in front of his eyes. The moment the light appeared, an indescribable fear struck Luo's heart. Luo could almost feel that every pore in his body was screaming

See if you can escape desperately.

But his body was unable to move due to the huge fear. "Who!?" He screamed desperately, trying to vent his inner fear: "Who is pretending to be a god?

Are you playing tricks!" The next moment, a deep and strange voice sounded in his mind. "The sinful soul is the most delicious." "Let me...taste your sinful soul." Luo widened his eyes in horror. "No...no!" On the stage, Wei Luo suddenly seemed to have lost his soul, standing there blankly with a blank expression. And Rouzhe walked over slowly and slowly raised the brick in his hand. Under the shouts of the crowd, the brick hit him and his face was covered with blood. Many onlookers who didn't know what was going on were frightened and silent. Gu Yingmian also looked at Sang Zhe anxiously. He didn't see clearly what kind of magic Sang Zhe used just now. It seemed that he just waved his hand casually, and the man named Wei Luo lost his mind inexplicably.

soul.

Then he was knocked to the ground by a brick. Brother Sang Ce... In addition to swordsmanship, he also has such a strange Taoism? Sang Zhe looked at the man with white eyes and collapsed to the ground expressionlessly.

Wei Luo. "If anyone wants one, you can tie this guy up." Ye Ling Luo's body and shouted loudly: "This man is an evil devil who is wanted by the Mingzheng sect. When the disciples of the righteous sect who are chasing him arrive here, you can take this man in exchange for a reward." When they heard that there was a reward, many people immediately became eager to move. Sang Zhe was too lazy to care and threw Wei Luo into the crowd, letting them fight for it. Anyway. This man's soul has fallen into the mask abyss forever, suffering from the torture of hell every moment, and cannot be transcended. Only at this time, Sang Zhe would feel that his mask mode was still quite good. After dealing with Wei Luo, he also restrained his previous emotions and yawned lazily again. When he turned his head to look at Gu Yingmian, Gu Yingmian also looked at him with strange eyes.

. Fortunately, this person is only at the Foundation Establishment stage.

To deal with him, I don't even need to turn on the full mask mode. I just need to lock his soul into the mask mode. The mask mode is a system mode, and it is not a secular method in the true sense:

Gu Yingmian could not sense the aura of Taoism, nor was he worried about being exposed.

So, Sang Zhe smiled at Gu Yingmian and made a victory V sign. Yingmian certainly didn't understand the sign. But in her mind, she still remembered Sang Zhe's expressionless and cold face.

The scene of him knocking Chen Luo to the ground. There was no trace of pity in his eyes. He hated evil and was upright. No wonder his brother's swordsmanship was so comfortable. Gu Yingmian thought. The sword is like the man.

A person's sword intention can best reflect the true character of a person. Although Sang Zhe's "Pure and Peaceful Life Sword" has not been fully understood by me so far,

Its true face. But there is one thing that Gu Loumian is sure of. That is the aura of "Qingping Fusheng Sword", which she likes very much. This kind of sword intent does not have a trace of the sinister aura of a sinister and vicious person. Instead, even as an opponent, it makes people feel close to it. She believes that Sang Zhe himself should be such a person. On the ring, Sang Zhe was about to step down.

"Little brother, please stay." The middle-aged man on the high platform came up and bowed in a friendly manner, saying: "Little brother, you are so evil and ruthless, and you defeated the demon cultivator with your own hands. We have seen it with our own eyes and admire you very much.

I wonder if you are interested in visiting my family? I will definitely treat you as a distinguished guest and give you a good reception. "

Sang Zhe then remembered that this arena was used to recruit guests. So in embarrassment, he had to smile: "Sorry. That, I'm not here to apply for a guest position." "It's just that my wife likes to practice martial arts, but she is physically disabled, so I took her place to show her a few moves so that she can have a feast for her eyes." "Oh?" For a moment, everyone's eyes were on Gu Yingmian. Gu Yingmian was also stunned for a moment: "Read?" Looking at the gazes of the people around her, she was a little uncomfortable and lowered her head in confusion. The middle-aged man on the stage also smiled and said: "So it's for the beauty's smile. That's a pity." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Sang Zhe nodded and apologized, then quietly slipped off the stage. Then, under the gazes of everyone, he took Gu Yingmian's hand and ran away.

He ran past the noisy market, the bustling crowds, the children playing, the old men playing chess. He ran until the scenery became blurred, as if everything was slowly being left behind. He ran until he reached the outskirts of the city, and then he stopped to catch his breath. "Oh, this is really troublesome." He wiped his sweat helplessly. "It's easy to show off, but it's easy to recruit customers."

Your affairs are of great importance."

"Luckily, he was in a good mood and didn't ask for accusations. Otherwise, I would have felt a little embarrassed."

"So, Sister Gu, are you satisfied now?" Gu Yingmian did not speak. She lowered her head and quietly looked at the hands she and Sang Zhe were holding. A trace of doubt and confusion flashed in her beautiful eyes. "...Sister Gu?" "Ah?" Gu Yingmian suddenly came back to her senses and quickly said, "Satisfied." "Damn it, shouldn't I let my brother go up and take the limelight. She was a little

Guiltily said.

It's okay." Rouzhe waved his hand nonchalantly, "I also caught a beast by chance, so it's not a wasted trip."

"But it's really abominable. I didn't expect that there would be beasts who would attack unarmed mortals—"

Sang Zhe hadn't finished speaking yet.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and looked up. Gu Yingmian also seemed to notice something and looked towards the city. At the same time, beside the ring in the city, Wei Luohu, who was already tied up,

, suddenly drops of dark purple blood oozed out.

The blood drops gathered in the air and melted into a small flesh ball similar to an eyeball. Then the next moment, it flew through the air at high speed and headed straight for the outside of the city. The target was very clear. It was Gu Yingmian who was next to Sang Zhe. As a Mahayana cultivator, Gu Yingmian could naturally feel the Yin on this thing.

An evil aura that makes people uncomfortable.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and was about to reach out to stop the evil thing that was approaching quickly. But the next moment, her hand was gently pressed down. "Don't touch it." ...Dirty hands. Sang Zhe said softly, his eyes also quietly looking into the distance. Gu Yingmian took a moment. When the meat ball approached, Sang Zhe raised his hand and gently clamped the meat ball.

fingertip.

The next moment, crushed it hard. Yi Yingmian looked at the man protecting her calmly, then slowly moved away.

Open your sight. My sister is in Mahayana realm. She doesn't need my brother's protection. "I know." Sang Zhe Nanmo smiled.

"But my sister likes cleanliness, so you'd better not get your hands dirty." "Leave the dirty stuff to me."

160. All the beauty in the world should be like this

That meatball. Sang Zhe didn't know what it was. Rather, it was easy for demon cultivators to have some strange things on them. Perhaps it was a technique, or perhaps a magic weapon. But most of them were probably unclean things. After Sang Zhe crushed the meatball, he didn't care too much. He turned to Gu Yingmian and said, "Let's go, do you want to continue shopping?" Gu Yingmian nodded. "Where do you want to go this time?" In the city. Just take a look at the night view." Sang Zhe looked at the sky, and it was almost time for the lights to come on. Larger cities like Chenzhou usually have night markets, and when it gets dark,

It should still be quite lively.

But just as he took two steps into the city, he saw Gu Yingmian standing there motionless.

move.

She looked at her hand eagerly. Sang Zhe: "..Um, do you still want to hold it?" Gu Yingmian nodded. Sang Zhe had no choice but to hand over her hand. Gu Yingmian's soft and beautiful face showed a trace of happiness, and she gently put her hand into Sang Zhe's hand.

He folded his palm and followed Sang Zhe obediently.

Sang Zhe originally had no feelings about holding Gu Yingmian's hand. But after being reminded by her so deliberately, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. "Well, doesn't Sister Gu have no feelings about holding hands?" "Yeah..." Gu Yingmian suddenly tilted her head and nodded. "I don't know either." It's just like when you held my hand and led me out of the crowd just now. I seemed to suddenly notice the two people's hands holding together. And I felt a little uneasy and scared for some reason. It seemed to loosen a little bit. There was an inexplicable sense of loss and gap in my heart. Gu Yingmian didn't know how to describe this feeling. It was just a sudden moment. Her heart seemed to beat softly. Sang Zhe didn't want to ask more questions, so he said, "If Sister Gu likes it, just keep holding your hand.

" Gu Yingmian smiled lightly. He lowered his head slightly, lowered his eyelids, and whispered, "Thank you, dear brother."

The city at night was just as lively as imagined, with bright lights, pedestrians in the market, lanterns and wine, so prosperous that the two people walking on the road felt like they were in

In a neon glow, along the way, Sang Zhe was still carefully telling Gu Yingmian about the various things in the market, introducing her to things that were as delicious as cotton candy.

But this time. Gu Yingmian's mind was unable to focus on the things around her. Her eyes always scanned the two people's hands. Sang Zhe's hands were not particularly broad, but they were enough to wrap around her jade hands. She didn't know if Sang Zhe would feel that his hands were soft and felt very soft to hold.

Comfortable. But she felt that Sang Zhe's hands were warm. Holding them in her hands, she felt like she was wrapped in a heater. An inexplicable warmth came from his palms. It seemed that if Gu Yingmian closed her eyes and felt carefully, she could feel his heartbeat through his palms. This feeling was really wonderful. The last time Gu Yingmian had this inexplicable palpitation in her heart was when she had a breakthrough in kendo. She seemed to have noticed that something was wrong with her. She couldn't concentrate. Her emotions seemed to suddenly become very sensitive, and her thoughts became complicated and tense. She couldn't help but think of all kinds of strange things.

But she couldn't remember when she became like this. It was as if she had suddenly changed from one moment to the next. She could no longer ignore the fact that they were holding hands. She could no longer ignore his sometimes ambiguous and sometimes vague intimacy. When he gently pulled her hand and called her "Sister Gu, look..."

At that time, Gu Yingmian always subconsciously avoided his gaze.

She didn't even know what she was feeling guilty about. "Sister Gu, look, some iron flowers!" Sang Zhe pointed to the distance with some excitement: "This one is really beautiful!

I've been there once. I didn't expect to see it here again. "

Yiloumian subconsciously looked in the direction he pointed. The flower stick hit the iron juice onto the shed, and instantly a large area of ​​gorgeous iron flowers splashed out.

, dots of stars seemed to fall from the galaxy. The passers-by watching nearby cheered one after another, and Sang Zhe was watching intently. Gu Yingmian subconsciously looked at Sang Zhe's profile. Iron flowers splashed. The bright iron flower dots seemed to flicker in his eyes. Gu Yingmian suddenly remembered that a long time ago, in the season when the mountains were covered with snow, he practiced sword fighting over and over again in the cruel temperature. Even if he was shivering with cold, he would work hard to chop the iron sword on the iron man again and again. When the strength is strong, iron flowers will splash.

Although it was only a small handful, it inexplicably made me feel warm even though my cheeks were red from the cold and my hands were covered with frostbite.

It is the warmth in my heart. Perhaps I, who was shivering with cold and wearing thin clothes, could not imagine that many years later, there would be a day when I could meet a person whose eyes reflected iron flowers. Holding his hand, it would be as warm as if the iron flowers were shining in my heart. "Sister Gu?" The clear voice brought Gu Yingmian back to her thoughts. She looked at the soft girl blankly.

He looked at her with concern, then shook his head slowly after a moment.

"It's okay." "I see." Sang Zhe smiled, "I thought there was something stuck on my face." Gu Yingmian suddenly raised her head and stared at his side face. ..Don't move." Sang Zhe confirmed it. He also looked at Gu Yingmian quietly, tiptoed slightly, put his little head next to his side face, and pecked his cheek. Then he closed his slender eyes and whispered: "There is indeed something stuck on my face." Sang Zhe couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Gu Yingmian still wore a veil today. But the shallow veil couldn't cover

Covering her beautiful face.

She was only wearing a plain white dress, with her hair hanging down to her fair and attractive collarbone.

As if she was a little restrained by Sang Zhe's gaze, she stretched out her hand a little nervously and gently wiped her hair to her ear.

Sister, are you so fine? Her beautiful eyes were bright and her cheeks were tinged with apple red. Sang Zhe immediately looked away guiltily. To be honest, Gu Yingmian gave Rouzhe a very special feeling. Her cleanliness and purity reminded Rouzhe of her last life in the Shang Dynasty.

When I was in school, I had a crush on the most beautiful girl in class.