Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

Chapter 103: Hidden monsters in sleeves

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Meng Xueli and the two half-demon stewards agreed on a departure time, and then took the initiative to leave. Qian Yuzhi was overjoyed, and wished he could set off firecrackers to bid farewell to the Taoist couple. He asked Ruan Hui for a secret account book and left with satisfaction—the only way to solve his worries was to look at the account.

Ruan Hui combed the bright feathers of the kingfisher and said in a low voice, "The human cultivator is so strange, why would Zhenren Qian admit his mistake?"

Bi You pretended to understand: "This is the etiquette of the human race. When two people apologize to each other, out of politeness, the third person must also agree immediately.

Ruan Hui nodded in understanding but not understanding: "That elder Meng, looks so young, according to the age of the human race, is he an adult?"

Biyou said solemnly: "Elder Meng inherited the private library of Jianzun, and it is half of the owner of 'Hengtong Juyuan', and it is also half of our owner. No matter whether he is an adult or not, you must respect him... The demon world is not as peaceful as the world, human monk If you don’t understand the rules of the demon world, no matter how high your cultivation base is, you will be capsized in the sewer. This way to Fengyue City, it is entirely up to us to protect Changchun Peak’s master and apprentice.

Ruan Hui: "I know, I will definitely protect them!" He recalled the relationship between Meng Xueli and Xiao Tingyun just now, and wondered, "Changchun Peak's master and apprentice are also a bit strange, the master is shorter than the apprentice, why are they still holding hands?"

Bi You said seriously: "It's normal. The relationship between master and apprentice is close, the master is kind, the apprentice is filial, and it is common to hold hands and hug. You are still young, if you don't understand this, I've seen it a lot."

Ruan Hui retorted in a low voice: "I'm not young, I'm more than one hundred and sixty years old. It's really troublesome to be a human being, it's better to be a half-demon simply and happily!"

Bi You smiled and said, "It's better if you can think so!"

The half-demon who first came to "Hengtong Juyuan" to work secretly was not born to like to do business, be a buddy or be a steward, but just wanted to find a place to live and a way to save his life and make a living.

The half-demon is neither a human race nor a demon race. They are often excluded and cannot integrate into any ethnic group to live a normal life. Therefore, they have no sense of belonging to the human world or the demon world. They can only hide their identities and wander around in fear. After the secret operation of "Hengtong Juyuan" was established, the number of half-demon who accepted and liked their identity gradually increased.

Ruan Hui was recognized, and his eyes lit up: "It's what it is, in our secret work, everyone is the same, they are all half demons, no one laughs at anyone, and no one dislikes anyone. How much profit. Being a human being, you can't finish learning the etiquette, you have no ability, you will be laughed at, you will be jealous, you will be jealous: being a demon, you can't finish fighting, the little demon is afraid of being eaten by the big demon, the big demon is afraid of being robbed of territory, and finally They are all stepping stones for the Demon King..."

Bi You flapped his wings violently and pecked at his head: "Stupid rabbit, say you are useless, you are really useless!"

Ruan Hui dodged aggrievedly: "I'm a rabbit, what do I want to do? The King of Snow Mountain said, 'Let the grass-eating demon eat grass with peace of mind, and the demon world will really get better.' Although I am not a demon, I feel that he is wrong wrong!"

Bi You was stunned for a moment, then raised her chest and said solemnly: "It's okay to talk about this in the human world, in front of me. When you arrive in the demon world, you mustn't tell it to outside demons. The King of Snow Mountain is no more... Now it's the world of King Lingshan. "

Ruan Hui was a little disappointed, but could not refute.

Everyone in the demon world knows that three years ago, the King of Snow Mountain died "outside the world" and was stripped of his skin and bones.

At this Ten Thousand Demons Conference, King Lingshan wanted to show off the power of the new king and burn his mink fur in public—that was really a big piece of skin.

Ruan Hui stroked the rabbit ears, put the majestic kingfisher between his ears, and put on the big hat again: "I know."

Rabbit-eared fur surrounds the kingfisher like a soft nest.

In the cold gate city in summer, the warm wind is gentle, the vegetation in the city is lush, and the shade of the trees is thick.

The bright sunlight passed through the big trees beside the road, fell on pedestrians, vehicles and horses, and cast stars and spots of light.

Meng Xueli and Ji Xiao wore black cloaks and dressed as casual cultivators, walking through the surging crowd side by side.

The stone bridge of Hanmen City is still there, but after many repairs, the original style is no longer visible, and it is difficult to make people feel like they are revisiting the old place. The people on the bridge are like weaving, and under the bridge there is a awning boat.

The bleak cold willows of the year were replaced by green willows, and the snow was replaced by the shade of trees.

This is where they first met.

Meng Xueli said: "I was under the bridge at that time, and I only dared to sneak a glance at you, for fear that you would find out. Now you and I have crossed the stone bridge, and I can see how I want to see."

Ji Xiao smiled helplessly: "What's so nice?"

"Of course it looks good, never tire of seeing it."

Ji Xiao shook his head: "No. If you want me to look at you, you won't get bored in five hundred or ten thousand years. If you look at me, not necessarily, I won't get bored now, what about a hundred years from now?"

Meng Xueli rarely heard his love words, and her ears warmed: "You can't get tired of me, why do you think I'll get tired of it first?"

He thought that, in the book of mortals, "Exchange my heart with the heart of the king, and I will remember each other deeply." It is probably just like Ji Xiao, who is careful to test each other's hearts, for fear that the other party will tire first...

Ji Xiao replied: "Because your body was shaped by me. Did you forget?"

Meng Xueli's smile froze, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Huh?"

Ji Xiao is still explaining seriously: "It's like the 'Early Void' sword, which is forged by me. Of course, it suits my heart the most, and I won't get tired of seeing it for 10,000 years. In fact, it's not fair to you... "

Before Meng Xueli could finish listening, he turned around and left: "I'm going to buy something, don't follow me."

There is a street beside the stone bridge, with weeping willows Yiyi, and the restaurants and restaurants are full of people.

Meng Xueli walked around, crouched in front of a small book stand, and asked in a low voice, "Are there any new items?"

The bookstore owner pulled out a thin volume: "The Record of Clouds and Snows, I only arrived yesterday morning, a low-grade spirit stone."

Meng Xueli hurriedly turned two pages: "After the explosion of the secret realm of the sea, there are many different opinions, and the whereabouts of Meng Xueli and Xiao Tingyun are unknown. I never thought that this was a plan for the two to escape by suspended animation..."

He thought to himself, "Yes, I'm the protagonist in the story, but I can't be written to death."

Looking back: "Master and apprentice have an affair, which is not tolerated by the world. The two had to find a paradise to avoid the troubles of the world. The paradise is like a fairyland of Yaochi, and the two are free from the shackles of the world, and they are happy day and night."

Really exciting.

He put the booklet in his arms and paid the money happily. Who can replace me if I'm mad? Talking about feelings is worse than reading a book.

When Ji Xiao saw the little Taoist companion coming back, he was uncertain: "Are you angry just now?"

Meng Xueli carried the shameless treasure in her arms, and said excitedly, "No, let's go home and see the peach blossoms."

Changchun Peak Peach Blossom Forest.

Yu Qishu carried the mirage and said earnestly: "You are a mirage, you can't always stay in the rat's nest, you are not a family, understand?"

The mirage hadn't woken up yet, and squinted at him lazily: "Ow."

Yu Qishu is 10,000 heads tall: "You can't 'Ow'! My senior brother taught you how to speak. You have to practice more to improve!"

The mirage thought for a while, and said in a milky voice, "But the rat's nest is very comfortable."

"You can't just be comfortable, be born in distress, and die in comfort, you understand, you don't want to be called 'waste beast' again..."

The mirage exhaled at him. The mirage feeds on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Recently, it has been entrenched in the peach blossom forest. Between its breaths, there is a scent of peach blossoms.

Yu Qishu brushed away the mirage with one sleeve: "Don't do this, it's useless to me!"

He has made rapid progress because of the cultivation of Jiaodan, and now he is not afraid of the confusion of mirage, but occasionally feels that he is like an old hen brooding eggs.

When Meng Xueli and Ji Xiao walked into the peach blossom forest, they saw Yu Qishu busy working around a peach tree. His cuffs and trouser legs were tied up high, with money rats and mirages hanging from his body, and a basket of farm implements at his feet.

Yu Qishu smiled and said, "Senior brother, Brother Meng, you are back! Summer is here, and Zhenzhen Qian asked me to collect some peach gum, so that it can be sold at a good price."

Ji Xiao and Meng Xueli looked at each other, and invariably saw complex emotions in each other's eyes.

Today's outstanding descendants of Hanshan, Yu Qishu and Cui Jing are equally famous, but Cui Jing, the eldest disciple of the family, is indifferent, and anyone who sees it will praise him. This son has the temperament of Ji Xiao when he was young, and he is a good swordsman. seedling.

If someone sees Yu Qishu's appearance, how should they praise her

"This son is honest and hardworking, and is a good seedling for farming?"

A cold mountain sword cultivator was holding a good end, and it became crooked again.

Meng Xueli was a little worried, thinking that at the beginning, when Lunfatang School first met, Yu Qishu was still a reserved and elegant young son of a noble family.

He said, "Xiao Yu, it's really troublesome to collect peach gum. If you don't like it, don't do it. We earn enough money, and we can't spend it all in this life."

Yu Qishu was full of energy and full of energy: "I like it very much!"

Meng Xueli had no choice but to reprimand the money mouse and the mirage: "Don't pester your senior brother Yu, he usually has to practice swordsmanship, and he also has to cultivate Jiaodan. ? Get me down!"

Ji Xiao watched from the side and couldn't help laughing.

The money rat was trained, jumped off Yu Qishu's shoulder, and scurried into the depths of the peach forest.

Meng Xueli picked up the mirage again: "Let's get some demonic energy."

The mirage blinked and breathed slowly. This time there was no mirage, just pure demonic energy.

Meng Xueli was greatly relieved: "I can control my breath by myself, and there is progress. When we reach the demon world, it is up to you to breathe out the demonic energy and help us pretend to be demons."

The mirage whispered: "I don't want to go back to the demon world, and I will be beaten by the demon again. The rat's nest is very comfortable."

Ji Xiao said helplessly: "You won't be beaten, you are hiding in my sleeve."

Meng Xueli's face changed immediately, good you Ji Xiao, where is the sleeve, can you hide the demon casually? Before he had time to be jealous, he only heard the mirage say awkwardly: "But, I want to hide in the sleeves of the King of Snow Mountain..."

Meng Xueli touched the mirage's head and glanced at Ji Xiao proudly.

Yu Qishu was at a loss: "Brother Meng, why are you pretending to be demons? Are you going to the demon world? Is there any danger?"

Meng Xueli and Yu Qishu hugged each other: "Just go for a spin, it's fine. Changchun Peak will be handed over to you!"

Yu Qishu thought with relief that Meng Xueli had been away from Changchun Peak for three years, and now that Jian Zun accompanies him back to his parents' house, their relationship is really good.

"Don't worry. I have me at home."

Meng Xueli smiled: "Hanshan is going to close the mountain. Even if the foreign enemy invades, the sect master, the peak masters, and the elders are all there, as well as the mountain protection formation and Chukong Wuya, which is relatively safe."

Yu Qishu nodded and suddenly thought of something: "After the mountain is closed, I won't be able to go out and see Zhenren Qian?"

Meng Xueli wondered, "The last time you quarreled, you scolded him as a profiteer."

Yu Qishu scratched her head: "However, Boss Qian has no friends. I won't go to see him. He is quite pitiful by himself."

Meng Xueli choked: "He's not as pitiful as you think, he's more pitiful than you think..."

Alas, forget it, Xiao Yu was most likely fooled. He looked at Ji Xiao and signaled the Taoist companion to think of a way.

Ji Xiao smiled lightly and said, "There is a teleportation formation leading to Hanmen City on the main peak of Hanshan Mountain. Seeing that the real person knows the location. After the mountain is closed, if you have to see it, you can leave quietly."

Yu Qishu was a little startled, then overjoyed: "I must keep it a secret!"

Ji Xiao suddenly asked: "If a foreign enemy attacks, the sect will be invincible and unable to support it, what should you do?"

The topic jumped too fast, Yu Qishu thought about it, and said solemnly: "Defend the mountain gate and defend the honor of Hanshan with your life!"

Ji Xiao shook his head: "You should take everyone away from the teleportation array. If the mountain is gone, it can be rebuilt. If the sect is collapsed, it can be restarted. People are alive and more important than anything else."

Yu Qishu was stunned for a while, as if he did not expect Ji Xiao to say this.

Ji Xiao said again: "How is your swordsmanship practiced?"

Yu Qishu was very unconfident: "Almost..."

Ji Xiao: "Go to the observation deck and teach you one more time before leaving."

Meng Xueli was moved: "I also want to teach again. I'll come first!"

"Then I'll be beaten twice." Yu Qishu was in a complicated mood, packed up her shovel and hoe, and walked towards the top of Changchun Peak in pain and happiness.

Since he worshipped Changchun Peak, Ji Xiao taught him swordsmanship, Meng Xueli taught him close combat skills, Sanjiao helped him temper his true essence with demon pills, and Mirage trained his eyesight and will with Mirage. It's completely unconscious, but Yu Qishu does get a boost from it.

Yu Qishu's learning conditions are much better than those of Ji Xiao and Hu Si. After all, when Ji Xiao's master was alive, the most common sentence he said was "I don't understand it for my teacher, so find some books for yourself? Wait until you learn. , teaching is a teacher."

The viewing platform has a green meadow, a wide field of vision, and a sea of clouds tossing around.

Yu Qishu, who put down the farm tools and picked up the soft sword, looked like a sword cultivator.

When Meng Xueli faced him with the sword, he clearly felt the latter's progress. "Linchiliu" soft sword is flexible, flexible and fast, like a dragon.

Meng Xueli stopped at the point of the shot, and boasted: "Yes, what kind of swordsmanship do you use?" He had a tacit understanding with Ji Xiao, he was responsible for affirming the advantages, and Ji Xiao was responsible for pointing out the shortcomings.

Yu Qishu said happily: "I saw the sea eagle swimming, and I figured it out. I temporarily call it 'You Jiao Jian'. I hope that the koi will thrive and turn into dragons as soon as possible, so I can change the name to 'You Long Sword'."

Meng Xueli patted him on the shoulder: "Xiao Yu, one day, you will become a saint, do you want to be a realm master, or a sword master?"

"It's too far away, it will take hundreds of years." Yu Qishu thought about it seriously: "If that day comes, I still want to be Yu Qishu, okay?"

Meng Xueli immediately apologized: "Of course, of course, it's my fault."