Que Xianming didn't know how things got to this point.
The cold and dangerous aura emanated from Lingshan's body, completely dispelling the hot summer night wind, passing through his clothes and soaking every inch of his skin, as if he was entangled by a vine, no, a poisonous snake, so stiff that he couldn't move. If he is the prototype of the peacock, his whole body and feathers must be blown up at this moment.
Que Xianming didn't realize until tonight that Lingshan's demon power was so deep.
"Are you afraid?" Lingshan's voice was very soft, "You are shaking."
A wisp of cool air drifted out, and along with the voice, it got into Quexianming's cochlea.
Que Xianming finally couldn't help it, shivered, and immediately lowered his eyes, making a submissive gesture: "Your Majesty is very powerful."
It wasn't that he was afraid, but this little demon's instinctive physiological reaction to the big demon was completely uncontrollable.
According to the original plan, after the opening dance, the red master would introduce him to Lingshan. However, just when the kings entered the palace, Que Xianming heard the well-informed palace servant say that the landlord of the red house was ill and was absent from the banquet tonight, but the landlord's good friend "Kunshan King" came with his pet.
Without the bustard demon who pulls the fiber in the middle, how to stand out among the dancers and attract the special attention of Lingshan? Qu Xianming thought for a while and decided to take the initiative.
The guard of honor returned from patrolling the city, descended from Lingshan Mountain, and walked towards the garden.
Several daring palace servants hid behind the flower tree, looked from afar, and whispered:
"That's the king, really majestic."
"Don't look at it, go back to work quickly, and be careful of being punished by the general manager."
Que Xianming mingled with the demon servants, saw the opportunity, pretended to be accidentally pushed by the demon, and fell out of the flower tree with an "Oops". The group of demons behind the tree was startled, and the birds hurriedly appeared out of the forest, knelt on the ground, repeatedly pleaded guilty, and stared at Que Xianming angrily.
"What kind of demon?! Dare to ram King Yijia!" The demon soldiers surrounded Que Xianming.
Que Xianming raised his head, his face was pure and vulgar, and his expression was half panic and half pitiful: "Your Majesty forgive me, my name is Xinxue, I'm a little demon who entered the palace to perform. It's my misdemeanor, it's none of their business."
Unintentional mistakes, sins do not end in death, he just wanted to let Lingshan take a look from a distance, leaving a preconception: "I have seen this male demon before."
Who knew that Lingshan not only watched, but also walked over. To the surprise of the group of demons, for a while, the surroundings were so quiet that you could hear needles falling.
Qu Xianming lowered his head and stared at the wide sleeves of the other party's gorgeous dress.
His black sleeves swayed slightly, and he stretched out a pale, slender hand, Lingshan said condescendingly, "Come."
Countless shocked and envious gazes shot at Que Xianming, almost turning into blades, killing him inch by inch.
Something is not right. Que Xianming vaguely realized that this move was wrong. But he could only bite the bullet and walk down, with a cliff in front of him and a quagmire behind him, with nowhere to turn.
He stretched out his hand and put it on Lingshan's cold fingertips: "Thank you, King."
Lingshan chuckled lightly, and withdrew his five fingers, suddenly exerting force, Que Xianming was caught off guard, and threw himself into his arms with his strength. From Bie Yao's point of view, it looks like the "Xinxue" little demon couldn't wait to throw herself into her arms.
Bird Xianming hated.
Then, as Meng Xueli saw, behind the drapery curtain, his friend Peacock was imprisoned by Lingshan's side and sat on the throne together.
Que Xianming looked at the group of demons under the steps, more anxious than Meng Xueli. He was always short-tempered, and he was able to bear his temper for so long. He was already on the verge of the limit, not to mention that he had to bear the heavy pressure and cold air of Lingshan.
Fortunately, it was not for nothing, he felt that Lingshan was in a state of high vigilance, and there was no flaw in the demonic energy around him. It turned out that Lingshan was extra vigilant to the monsters around him, and the closer he got, the more prepared he was.
He needs a chance to let the other party relax, even if it's fleeting. Give it a go, and let fate do the rest.
The demon kings and the king of Lingshan toasted and drank together, praising the magnificence of Fengyue City, the luxury of the demon king's palace, and the generosity of the king.
After the group of demons took their seats, the band was ready, three drums were melded, the music was played, and the dancers and singers filed in, with their skirts swaying.
Xinxue whispered: "I would like to dance for the king."
Lingshan's lips curled into a smile, and he patted the other side's waist: "Go."
He looked around the scene, wondering where Meng Xueli was hiding? Seeing Que Xianming, can you still hold your breath
After losing his demon body, he still dared to come to the demon world and enter the demon king's palace. Now that you are here, do you still want to leave
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Outside the Demon King's Palace, the lanterns and fireworks were as bright as day. The little demon was given wine by the King of Lingshan, drank and sang, and celebrated in the city.
Only the prison in the west of the city, as always, the air is quiet and the security is heavily guarded, like a spectator watching an absurd drama with a cold eye.
Fengyue City gathers the scenic spots of the Three Realms. It is inaccurate to say "convergence", it should be an extremely extravagant accumulation. Even the prison in the city is modeled after the abyss of the devil world, with a total of 18 floors. A spiral stone staircase is carved out of the ground, extending in a spiral shape, leading to the underground river.
Ji Xiao doesn't quite understand this kind of "stacking" aesthetic. His Taoist companion only needs a small stove to warm his body and a small platform to watch the stars. Compared with other demons, the requirements are really low.
The underground air was turbid and cold, and the demon soldiers with a keen sense of smell patrolled with torches and looked alert. Ji Xiao walked past them, just like a night tour of Fengyue City alone a few days ago.
If only he was alone, his breath could be integrated into all things, and he would be like dust with light, so it would be convenient for him to come and go, but he was here to rob him.
Zhenyao Pagoda only detains white cranes and purple foxes, and its symbolic meaning is higher than practical value. The water prison was crowded and crowded, and the iron fences separated the cages, and the demon clan who had transformed into their original form shrank and trapped in it, emitting a painful cry like a gossamer, accompanied by the gurgling sound of the dark river.
The only human race, with exclusive special treatment at the bottom. He was pierced by two chains through his shoulder blades, his legs were soaked in corrosive icy black water, his hair was messed up, and his robe was torn.
Ji Xiao walked with some water, the man heard the movement, slowly raised his head, and looked surprised.
Ji Xiao saw the young man's face, it really wasn't Jing Di, he looked younger than Jing Di, his face was still youthful and childish, but his eyes were gloomy and indifferent, forming a great contrast.
Ji Xiao fed him a healing elixir, and a sword energy cut off the iron rope. The young man almost fell into the water, Ji Xiao helped him up and probed his veins, frowning slightly. Flesh wounds can be healed by medicinal power, but internal meridians need to be slowly recuperated.
"Go." Ji Xiao said concisely.
The young man didn't waste time by asking too much, he directly summoned the long sword from the storage bag, and followed behind him with the sword pillar.
All of a sudden, there were chaotic footsteps in the darkness, and the sound of armour crashing, only to hear a stern shout from above:
"Your Majesty said that if you don't kill him first, someone will come to rescue him. It's true! Your Majesty is wise!"
Countless torches were lit, and the dark water prison suddenly brightened. There are enemies on all sides. As for the only exit, the spiraling stone steps are already full of vicious demon soldiers, extending to the end of the line of sight.
The demon general shouted loudly: "The ground exit is locked, you can't fly!"
He raised his head and laughed, but found that the two human races had no expressions.
The teenager looked at Ji Xiao and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you know me?"
Ji Xiao shook his head, not really knowing.
"You don't know me, but I know you. I've seen your sword track, over the secret realm. I know who you are."
Ji Xiao didn't speak, his left hand was behind him, and his right hand was stretched out.
"Crack." Ning Wei didn't hesitate, and handed over the hilt of the sword—Jianzun stretched out his hand, of course he wanted to borrow the sword. Or do you still borrow money
On the patio of the central city of the secret realm, a sword pierced through the sky, seriously injuring the Zhou family for worship. It is not just Xiao Tingyun, a disciple of Changchun Peak, who can wield such a sword.
Ning Wei has tasted the warmth and warmth of human beings too early, the world is dangerous, and he has become precocious and keen. Originally it was just a test, but seeing the reaction of the other party, I was more certain.
Regardless of whether Ji Xiao changed his shape, reincarnated, or something else, Sword Sovereign was still alive in the world.
Therefore, although he was surrounded by heavy siege at this moment, although he did not know why the other party was willing to save him, his heart was calm. Even if some people only have a wisp of wandering soul left, they give people a feeling of "nothing to do".
The demon general saw that the two of them dared to gossip without anyone else, and said angrily: "Go!"
Ji Xiao drew his sword for half an inch, and the blade was thin and clear, as if drawing out a piercing moonlight, which illuminated the black water for a moment.
Ning Wei said: "This sword is called 'Silver Hook'."
Ji Xiao said lightly: "The last time I saw it, I didn't call it this."
Ning Wei was puzzled and was about to ask a question when a bright light shot out from the scabbard, causing him to close his eyes for a moment.
The sword energy was passing through the border like a gust of wind, and the four-sided demon soldiers didn't even have time to scream, only to feel a flower in front of them, suddenly flying upside down and smashing into the water, splashing heavy waves.
The "Silver Hook" was held in Ji Xiao's hands, not like moonlight, but like electric light.
Ji Xiao holds a sword in one hand, kills as he walks, and protects the younger generation in the other. The cold hilt of the "Silver Hook" reminded him of old things.
That was more than two hundred years ago. Ji Xiao is still young, he has just completed his swordsmanship, and his reputation is beginning to show. He is not famous for walking down the mountain.
I remember that time, the spirit grass that Hu Si asked for was not easy to preserve, and he had to take it now and use it now, so he had to take Hu Si Tong, who knew that he would meet Jian Xiu all the way to Mingyue Lake.
Hanshan and Mingyue Lake have different ways of swordsmanship, and the battle of Taoism has a long history. When sword cultivators of the same generation meet, nine times out of ten, they are more than swordsmen.
However, the Mingyue Lake team had a large number of people, a long age, and a high level of realm, and it was impossible to justify it with their hands. But just letting the two of Han Shan go, made them unwilling, so they wanted to move their lips and show their prestige. So he proposed to conduct an "oral discussion of swords and friendly discussions".
The leading disciple of Mingyue Lake said the first sentence and reported to his family: "My sword is called 'Zhanyu Rabbit'."
Ji Xiao held the wooden sword "Shocking the Wind and Rain" and nodded lightly.
But Hu Si seemed to hear the joke, and suddenly laughed: "You say it again, what's it called?"
The birds on the branches were startled, completely destroying the solemn and solemn atmosphere of Taoism.
The disciple said angrily, "Have you never heard of 'Climbing the building to look at the Jade Rabbit', it means going upstairs to look at the moon, I practice Mingyue Swordsmanship, the sword name is 'Zhan Jade Rabbit', what's wrong!"
The other party has already explained it in a serious manner, but Hu Si still laughed, covering his stomach with one hand and supporting Ji Xiao's shoulder with the other, unable to straighten his waist: "Little Yutu, Junior Brother, do you still have the heart to fight?"
The opposite said: "You are also worthy of a laugh? Who doesn't know, you are the shame of Hanshan, you don't know anything about swordsmanship, you spend all day thinking about crooked ways, and you will only hide behind your junior brother and show your prestige!"
Hu Si: "You don't have a junior brother, so you are jealous of me."
The disciples of Mingyue Lake felt deeply humiliated, gave up the argument, and invited to fight in anger, Ji Xiao had to draw his sword. After the fight, tell Hu Si not to make fun of others in the future, no matter what their swords are called.
Hu Si: "Are you afraid you won't be able to win?"
Ji Xiao: "It's easy to win, but there's no need to waste time."
Ji Xiao now sees that he didn't know the world's situation back then, and there were many things wrong with him. Such words should not be said in front of those Mingyue Lake disciples. They are still young, and if their Taoism is not strong, they will leave a shadow.
Later, he never saw those disciples who failed miserably. He only heard that the name of the sword was changed to "Silver Hook", which also means Mingyue.
I don't know if it's a write-off of the old grudges, or the old grudges are like crochet, don't forget the meaning of the past shame. I am afraid that only Mingyuehu Hui Muslims know about it.
If there is no accident, the name of the sword will not be easily changed, just like the name of a person, if you do not change your name, you will not change your surname when you sit. Unfortunately, the fate of people is unpredictable, and so is the sword.
Today, an abandoned disciple, an abandoned son on a chessboard, holds an abandoned sword. The sword and the man have the same fate and pity for each other.