Cen Qianshan jumped down from a high place. He was not interested in the miserable corpse. Instead, he bent down and picked up a small tin man lying on the gravel.
It was an ordinary iron puppet, not made of precious materials, nor equipped with any power device. At best, it could only be regarded as a children's toy with relatively flexible joints.
Cen Qianshan's fingers stroked the seams and rivets of the iron sheet. Such familiar techniques and configurations evoked a memory from a hundred years ago.
That year, the master finally wanted to teach him the art of mechanical puppetry.
This is the master's most powerful technique, and he has been looking forward to it for a long time.
The first step in learning puppetry is to practice repeatedly making the puppet's body, which is this tin man.
Cen Qianshan sat in front of his own operating table and assembled such a tin man under the guidance of his master.
The master stood behind him, holding the back of the chair with one hand, and reached out with the other hand to hold his palm, transmitting a trace of spiritual power into his body to guide him in the assembly operation.
"Like this, using spiritual power to change its amplitude, even though it's just a shell, the precision requirements are very high, not even the slightest deviation can be allowed."
Cen Qianshan turned his eyes quietly. His master was so close to him that he could clearly see the tiny hairs on her facial contours.
Her soft black hair was tucked behind her full, white earlobes, and her cheeks puffed up slightly when she spoke.
She stared at the small accessories hanging in the air, her eyes as clear as gems, immersed in the autumn pool, shimmering and vivid.
Cen Qianshan liked to secretly observe his master when he was working. When his master was concentrating on making tools, there would be a tiny light in his eyes, and he looked energetic and beautiful.
At this moment, those smart eyes suddenly turned over, and the eyelids narrowed slightly: "You're not listening?"
Warm breath fanned his cheek as the gentle rebuke followed.
A strange tingling sensation penetrated into the skin through the pores, quickly flowed through every inch of blood vessels and meridians, and plunged into the heart, squeezing the most tender part of the heart mercilessly.
Cen Qianshan's heart began to beat uncontrollably.
For the first time, he realized that his feelings towards his master had changed.
She was the only person in the world who truly loved me, but I couldn't help but have inappropriate thoughts about her.
He wanted her to love only him, to punish only him, to stay with him forever, and even to be closer to her.
It's simply outrageous.
He had been struggling with the iron doll for a long time before he could finally make it. Its crooked appearance was very similar to the one in his hand.
"Where did you get this?" He looked at the young female cultivator from the Immortal Realm. "Sell it to me."
The young girl obviously recognized the notorious him. She was a little flustered at first, but now she was so frightened that she was completely stunned and just stared at herself.
Mu Xue stared blankly at the "little disciple" in front of her. Last time, she only had her soul floating in the air and had a quick glance at him, so it was not very obvious. Now, the adult Xiao Shan was really standing here, right in front of her.
When I looked up and saw him, it was as if I had seen a loved one. All of a sudden, the fear of death, the loneliness of rebirth, and the confusion of more than a hundred years all came to my mind. I felt a mixture of sweet and sour, bitter and spicy in my heart, and I didn't know how to describe it.
How did the hill become so high
He stood in front of her, his mountain-like shadow casting down on her, looking down at her with cold, calm eyes.
I am so short that I am not even as tall as his legs. I want to reach out and touch his head like I used to, but I am afraid I can’t do it now.
I haven't seen him for so many years. This was the first time I heard his voice. He no longer called me Master in a sweet voice, but spoke in a cold tone.
Mu Xue felt unreasonably sad.
"Ah, this is something our sect asked us to make." Mu Xue said hesitantly, "It's not for sale."
The material of the iron man was uniformly given by the master of Biyun Peak, and the blueprint was also standardized, but she mixed in some of her usual private goods during the production. I don't know why Xiaoshan wanted it.
Cen Qianshan's eyes swept over the talisman jade hanging around Mu Xue's waist.
Return to the origin sect
He knew several famous families in the fairy world. Guiyuan Sect did have several masters who were very good at refining weapons. He thought this was their disciple. Since the master's Mingdeng Haimitai had already spread to the fairy world, it was not inappropriate for her puppet technique to appear on such an iron man.
Cen Qianshan bent down slightly, propped up his knee with one hand and looked at Mu Xue with a cold expression, "Little sister, you must have made a mistake. I am not negotiating with you. Medicine? Spiritual herbs? Refining materials? You can name the price."
Anything with spiritual energy and vitality brought from the Demonic World cannot be brought back to the Immortal World. If people from the two worlds want to trade, they can only use the natural treasures found in the Divine Realm.
You can name the price, but I want to take the things away. Cold and paranoid, this is a demon cultivator who is not reasonable at all.
"Forget it, it's not worth much." Mu Xue said, "If you like to play with it, take it."
There was a slight change on Cen Qianshan's expressionless face.
If you like to play, take it.
The strange childish face in front of me inexplicably overlapped for a moment with the face that had appeared in my dreams thousands of times.
"Xiaoshan, come and see. A newly made puppet."
"Oh, so cute, can I touch it?"
"Haha, if you like to play, just take it."
"Xiaoshan, look, this is the spiritual jade I just bought from the shopping street."
"Oh, it's so beautiful, can I see it?"
"Haha, if you like to play, just take it."
The double image disappeared, and the master was no longer in front of him, but a strange and young girl.
Ridiculous, Cen Qianshan stood up straight.
Master is one-of-a-kind. So what if there are people in the world who look like her
Watching Cen Qianshan leave without any regrets, Mu Xue couldn't help but want to shout in her heart, what happened in the past hundred years? What made my soft and cute little apprentice like a white lotus turn into such a cold and paranoid man. He even didn't let go of children's toys.
"Never mind, never mind," she consoled herself. Maybe Xiao Shan just wanted to play with the Tin Man. He had been given so many things since he was a child, so a small toy like this wouldn't hurt.
The ground was paved with colorful stones, and the chaotic light of the setting sun shone on them, reflecting colorful lights. Those colors complemented each other, and the floating lights and shadows on the vast land were like a sea of light and wonder.
This is the sea of lust, the sunlight is chaotic and unclear, the sea of light is surging, and time stays eternally at the moment when day and night meet and light and shadow alternate.
Cen Qianshan sat on the shoulder of a stone statue, silently playing with the tin man in his hand.
He thought of the little girl just now, standing in front of a pool of blood, coldly reading her words of revenge to the enemy.
Someone hurt her loving brother, so she came alone to seek revenge.
Yes, if anyone dares to hurt Master in any way, I will definitely make that person suffer a thousand times more.
Unfortunately, he didn't have this opportunity.
There was a faint sound of music coming from afar, and a few lights were floating on the glittering sea, drifting in the distance, coming from afar.
It seemed to be moving slowly, but it was in front of us in a blink of an eye. It was a gorgeous and spacious sedan chair, with no one carrying it, floating on the sparkling water surface, with more than ten ghost lanterns following it. The head of the sedan chair was hung with eight-treasure tassels, and there were heavy curtains underneath.
The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, revealing a face that was so huge and disproportionate that it appeared from the lifted corner. The face almost took up the entire sedan chair, and it was unknown whether there was a human body underneath.
"What a handsome man! Why don't you come with me home and spend some happy time together?" A charming voice came from the sedan chair with a strange echo.
Cen Qianshan looked up at the strange sedan chair and slowly drew out the red-stained blade of "Frost".
The Shinto is divided into three levels, rumored to be the Sea of Color, the Road to Death, and Paradise. Only by passing through these three realms can one reach the final temple. And what Cen Qianshan is looking for is only in the Endless Pool of Lifelessness deep in the temple.
"My dear, come back with me and be happy together." The echoing female voice came from all directions.
Female demons with human faces and snake bodies slowly crawled out in the dim light, surrounded the fallen stone statue, and chanted explicit songs over and over again.
"My dear, do you think I am beautiful?" The weird, charming and lithe female demon crawled up the stone statue and stretched out her hand to touch Cen Qianshan's leg.
A cold light flashed through the air, and the monster screamed, breaking into two. The monster's body dissipated, but half of its snake tail was still bouncing on the sea surface where light and shadow intertwined.
"Oh my, what a cruel man!" The demons from all directions screamed.
"Let me take a look. It turns out that you have someone in your heart."
"Yes, Master, yes, Master. This lunatic has fallen in love with his own Master."
The banshees' faces began to change one by one, transforming into the face he had dreamed of countless times.
Cen Qianshan pulled out a black belt, bound his eyes, spun his sword, and held it horizontally in front of him.
"Xiaoshan, Xiaoshan?"
"Why did you close your eyes?"
"I haven't seen you for many years. Open your eyes and look at Master."
Those nostalgic voices surrounded him.
A flash of frost passed by, and the idea of getting rid of the demon was put to rest.
"Xiaoshan, it turns out that you like the master, and the master likes you too." The master spoke softly.
"You are so outrageous and filthy. You are disgusting. I don't have a disciple like you." The master was angry and spoke harshly.
"What an enemy! How do you want Master to treat you? Can you kiss me and carry me into the tent?"
"Evil disciple. You have no regard for human ethics. Let me show you how I punish you!"
"Hehe, it turns out that Xiaoshan likes this. Be good and let the master punish you 100 times, and I will let you go."
Cen Qianshan cut off the last monster and tore off the black cloth from his eyes. Cold sweat flowed down his cheeks and gathered on his white chin.
His Adam's apple rolled, he closed his eyes and gasped, slowly calming down his emotions.
At this moment, he tried to send his spiritual sense as far as possible. Some subtle sounds of fighting were faintly heard from the front along with his spiritual sense.
Cen Qianshan put away the frost, climbed up a statue, and looked at the battlefield in the distance from a high place.
There, the whip shadow was like a snake, dark and misty, with clouds and water shaking the sky.
In the whip shadow, the sword is like frost, and the winter plum blossoms are in full bloom, fighting with the black snake.
"The Nine Plum Blossom Swords are quite good, but it's a pity that they fell into the hands of Liu Luchun." Cen Qianshan thought.
At this moment, at the battlefield, Liu Luchun, who was wielding the snake whip, was extremely angry.
She wandered around the sacred road for a long time and entered the sea of lust and desire, but couldn't find the way. However, she accidentally met the young Taoist who had hurt her face before, who came here alone.
She was overjoyed, as this man was now alone with no one to help him. She thought she could easily capture him and avenge the arrow that shot her.
Who knew that although the opponent's cultivation was not as good as his, he was tenacious and unyielding, and extremely difficult to deal with, making him in a mess, and he has not been able to win yet.
She is the daughter of the Liu family, and has practiced the secret method of the Great Joy of Yin and Yang. Since she was young, her family has provided for her with all their strength, allowing her to take essence and finally achieve the golden elixir. In Wuwang City, who doesn't call her Miss Liu? As long as she has her eyes on a handsome man, no one can escape from her palm.
Who would have thought that when he arrived at the Divine Realm, he couldn't even defeat a disciple in the Foundation Establishment Stage for a long time.
"Hmph, no matter how powerful you are, it will all end here." Liu Luchun sneered, and the black python grew rapidly, eventually breaking off the winter plum blossom that had reached its limit.
The long black whip bound the man in white's hands and lifted him up in front of him.
The man was covered in wounds. He closed his eyes in humiliation and turned his head away, refusing to look at her.
The plum blossoms bloom proudly in the snow, they are flowers from the high mountains, they only have a special taste when they are defiled.
Liu Luchun became interested and felt that all the hard work was not in vain.
"Don't be like this, I will treat you well." She stretched out her hand and wanted to touch the face of the good Taoist priest. "Tell me, what is your name?"
The man looked at her with hatred in his eyes.
Liu Luchun suddenly became alert and dodged. A rapidly spinning snow sword passed silently by where she had just stood. She missed the opportunity and flew away in vain.
Having almost been attacked by a sharp blade, Liu Luchun was furious. She grabbed the man's torn collar and lifted him in front of her. She gritted her teeth and laughed, "I wanted to make you happy, but now you asked for it. You are so unruly now, I will make you beg me in a soft voice later."
Before he finished speaking, a huge pain came from his heart.
Liu Luchun looked down in disbelief. The snow-white sword had turned back at some point, pierced through the man's body, and accurately entered her heart.
"I have nurtured the 'Cold Moon' in my body since I was young. Man and sword are one. Man is the sword and the sword is man!" The wounded man looked at her stubbornly, "Even if I run out of spiritual power, 'Cold Moon' will never hurt me. It will only kill my enemies for me."
"You...you." Liu Luchun let go of the man's hand, stepped back a few steps, pulled out the sword, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a wow.
Fu Yun used his sword to support his shaky body.
"Since the day I became my disciple, I have never lost a battle and never brought shame to my master." His white robe was stained with blood as he laughed out loud, "Whether you are a Jindan cultivator or not, now that you are in this divine realm and at the same level as me, I cannot lose to you."
Liu Luchun covered her bleeding chest and stumbled away.
Fu Yun was seriously injured and finally, holding the hilt of the sword, he slowly knelt down and collapsed to the ground.
This is the Shinto Road, where ghosts and gods come and go, and monsters run rampant. Fu Yun tried hard to drag his seriously injured body, trying to crawl to a secluded place to heal.
A pair of black short boots stopped in front of him. Fu Yun looked up and saw a cold and frightening face.
He was a person who often appeared in the Mingdeng Mirage Platform, Cen Qianshan, the number one master in the demon world.
Fu Yun sighed and closed his eyes.
Master, I am useless. I am afraid that I cannot retrieve the antidote for my junior fellow apprentice, and I will make you sad.
Cen Qianshan looked at the half-dead Taoist in front of him. He had just experienced a hard battle and his clothes were tattered, but he had a beautiful jade talisman hanging on his waist. He had just seen this jade talisman on a little girl. It was the symbol of the Guiyuan Sect disciples. There was a special magic circle on it, and it would never leave the body until death.
Originally, this matter had nothing to do with him.
But for some reason, the little girl's voice rang in his ears.
"You hurt my most beloved senior brother, and you still want me to spare your life?"
This person might be the senior brother she loved her the most. If he died here...
"You, do you have a junior sister?" Cen Qianshan looked at the person under his feet and gestured at her height. "She is so small, with two small buns on her head."
Fu Yun was shocked. His junior sister was in the outer camp where Taoist practitioners gathered. How did this demonic cultivator recognize her
Unexpectedly, the demon cultivator Cen Qianshan looked at him for a while, then suddenly made a move, pinched his jaw, and before he could react, stuffed a pill into his mouth and forced him to swallow it.
"Hey, what did you give me to eat?" Fu Yun covered his neck and coughed, but the pill melted in his mouth and had already been absorbed into his body. He felt bitter in his heart, wondering how this demon cultivator wanted to torture him.
But he soon found out the answer.
After the pill entered his stomach, a warmth quickly rose in his dantian, and the pain all over his body began to ease significantly.
This is a precious healing medicine with miraculous efficacy, which is several times better than the ordinary Yurun Pill.
"You?" Fu Yun was confused and puzzled.
"It's just a favor to repay your junior sister." As Cen Qianshan was leaving, he looked down at the tin man in his hand and said, "I don't like to owe others anything."