Xiaoyue Chang'an, the third guardian of the magic palace, Yue Zhinu, appeared, dressed in a plain and elegant dress, with extraordinary temperament, and it was impossible to tell that she was a demon.
On the high platform, Hongluan stopped playing the piano with both hands, stepped down, Yingying bowed, and said, "Please come with me, girl."
"Working"
The Moon Weaver Goddess said politely.
The two went upstairs. In front of the bright room on the second floor, Hong Luan raised his hand and knocked on the door, waiting for a response.
"Come in"
In the room, the voice of the landlord Xiaoyue came out and responded.
Hongluan pushed open the door, stepped into it, and said softly, "Landlord, the guests are here"
"understood"
The landlord of Xiaoyue put down the flower scissors in his hand and said, "Go down and prepare tea."
"Yes"
Hongluan responded lightly, turned around and stepped back.
"The third guardian of the Devil's Palace, Yue Zhinv, meet the landlord." Yue Zhinv bowed and said politely.
"Miss Yue doesn't need to be polite, please take a seat," the landlord Xiaoyue said with a smile.
"Thank you"
Yue Zhinu got up, walked to the table and sat down.
The owner of Xiaoyue walked to the wooden basin on the side, washed his hands, dried them with a white towel, and sat down at the table, smiling, "Miss Yue is the first time to come to Xiaoyue Building, how do you feel? "
"Elegant and chic," Yue Zhinu said softly.
"Ah"
The landlord of Xiaoyue chuckled and said, "It's really an honor to get such a high evaluation from Miss Yue. This is the first time someone has praised Xiaoyuelou like this!"
"Oh? Could it be that someone else has given other evaluations?" Yue Zhinu asked calmly.
"A hundred years ago, a little girl called the landlord's black-hearted businessman said that the decoration of Xiaoyue Building is full of upstarts." The landlord of Xiaoyue laughed.
"upstart?"
The first time I heard such a description, a strange color flashed in Yue Zhinu's eyes, and she asked, "There are not many people who can see the landlord. I don't know who this little girl is?"
"The disciple of the ninth son of Momen," the landlord Xiaoyue said with a smile.
When Yue Zhinu heard the words, her eyes narrowed slightly, this Xiaoyue landlord had something to say.
In the room, the atmosphere quieted down. At this moment, Hongluan pushed the door and walked into the room, serving tea for the two of them, and then backed out.
"Is your sect master okay?" the landlord Xiaoyue asked suddenly.
Yue Zhinu was stunned for a moment, but she quickly regained her senses, and said in a flat tone, "Everything is fine with Shengsi, thank you for your concern!"
"That's good, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, so I miss it."
The landlord Xiaoyue picked up the tea in front of him, took a sip, and said calmly.
"It turns out that the landlord and the saint are old acquaintances, disrespectful, since this is the case, then the next thing is better to talk about"
There was a very indifferent smile on the beautiful face of Yue Zhinu, and she said, "My Demon Palace wants to invite the pavilion master to become the elder Keqing of the Demon Palace, what is your opinion?"
"Oh?"
The landlord Xiaoyue smiled slightly and said, "The master of the magic palace is Jiji, Wen Yousheng, Wuyou Demon Lord and the four guardians under the seat, why do you still invite this landlord?"
"Those who seek the world will dislike too many great talents. Everyone in the Demon Palace has heard of the prestige of the landlord. Even the Demon Lord appreciates the landlord, so I came here to invite you," Yue Zhinu said softly.
"The Lord of the Devil's Palace hasn't come out yet, right?" The owner of Xiaoyue raised her head and said lightly.
Yue Zhinu narrowed her eyes and said, "The landlord seems to know a lot about the affairs of my Devil Palace."
"Not really, but"
The landlord Xiaoyue turned the teacup in his hand and said calmly, "A strong man like the Demon Lord, his every move will be engraved by the world. It just so happens that the landlord knows some ways to deduce the secrets, so I know that the Demon Lord has not yet left the customs."
Yue Zhinu fell silent. After a while, she changed the subject and said, "Lord, you haven't answered my question yet. The magic palace sincerely invites you, and I hope the landlord can seriously consider it."
The landlord Xiaoyue smiled lightly and said, "It's not because this landlord doesn't want to agree, I really dare not nod this head. The existence of demons is not tolerated by the world, and this landlord is not confident enough to fight against the world."
"If you enter the Devil's Palace, why do you need to be afraid of this world?" Yue Zhinu said indifferently, "Now, the Underworld, Jiange, Butian Pavilion, and Ji's family have all suffered to varying degrees, and the Bai family has been unable to guard against it. It was wiped out by my Demon Palace in tens of thousands of years, and the remaining battle strength of the previous eleven lineages has been reduced to a handful
It can be counted, landlord, do you think there are still people who can stop my magic palace? "
"The Holy Master of your religion, you really only overlooked others. In less than three years, several great legends have been created one after another. This landlord has to say admiration!" The landlord Xiaoyue said with emotion.
"The landlord seems to have something to say." Yue Zhinu picked up the tea, took a sip, and said. "Three years ago, the Underworld, Jiange, Butian Pavilion, and Ji's family were all intact. Since the conflict between Ji's family and King Qi over the death of the high priest of Beiqi, several major inheritances have happened one after another, and the ninth sons of Momen are all is the most important of them, it seems
Coincidentally, in fact, someone was behind the scenes, and this person was undoubtedly the holy priest of your religion! "The landlord Xiaoyue said lightly. "Since the landlord sees it, I don't hide anything. My magic palace did use this son to clear some obstacles. This son's strength and fate are different from ordinary people. When the high priest of Beiqi was killed, the ninth in Momen The son reappears in the world, and Seiji begins to really promote the magic palace
Another big plan. "
Yue Zhinu put down the tea and said calmly, "However, my magic palace hasn't done much, just to help this child when he needs to improve his strength."
"The wise above, fueling the flames, the wise below, every step of the way"
The landlord of Xiaoyue said slowly, "The master of your sect, I am ashamed of myself!"
"The owner is too modest"
Yue Zhinu looked in front of her eyes and said seriously, "What is the landlord thinking, as long as the landlord nods, from now on, the landlord will be the elder Keqing of my Devil Palace, under one person, above ten million people!"
"Sounds really tempting"
The smile on the face of the landlord Xiaoyue became clearer and clearer, and the teacup in his right hand turned around, making it difficult to understand his heart.
When the two were talking, Bai Dixing, in Fengming City, the sun set in the west, a cold moon rose, the palace was in the courtyard, Su Yi's figure stood still, her white hair fluttering in the wind, so dazzling.
Gradually, the frost fell from the sky, and it fell into the courtyard. Under the moon, the sword of life manifested, and the fractures sealed by the frost were faintly visible.
Knowing the fate, the sword pressure swept through the heavens and the earth. Although the sword was broken, the spirituality was not lost. The sword of fate is beyond the ordinary magic weapon.
The next moment, Ning Chen held the sword, moved, and the sword light shot out from the sky, plain clothes, white hair, cold frost, and broken sword!
After learning the sword for a hundred years, he has survived three disasters and five calamities.
In front of the palace, a beautiful shadow quietly looked at the direction of the other courtyard, his eyes were like autumn water, after a while, Feng Ming unsheathed, the sword moved, and people followed. Two swords collide, frost and flowers dance, the martial arts in the world clash, people dance in the wind, swords sing in the snow, a sound, a sound...