"Aren't you waiting for Priest Xue? Why did you run away when Priest Xue came?" Su Baiyi asked while running.
Su Jian looked solemn and sneered, "That priest Xue is very evil."
"What do you mean?" Su Baiyi was puzzled.
"I noticed that person as soon as he landed on the ground." Su Jian looked back, "He is dead."
Just now by the pond, Wang Yi grasped the spear, swung it lightly, and then turned around.
The bronze mask of Priest Xue instantly broke into two pieces and burst out. The face under the mask was iron blue, without any sign of life. Then the body fell to the ground with its head raised, and dark blood flowed from his nostrils and ears. Wang Yi glanced at the other side of the pond from the corner of his eye. A leaf flew down and landed on the pond. Wang Yi frowned and walked back towards Xuan Weicheng with a gun.
"The Jianghu is actually quite boring." In the woods, a man was lying on a big banyan tree, reaching out to catch a fallen leaf. "The only interesting thing is the people in the Jianghu. The young man just now was quite interesting, don't you think?"
A woman wearing a white bamboo hat sat under a tree, fanning herself with her hands: "I don't know if it's interesting or not, but it looks pretty."
"Oh? Why do I feel that he has an ordinary appearance? He doesn't look like those handsome young men you usually like." The man on the tree blew the leaves in his hand.
"He has changed his appearance. I can see his bone structure. Disguise doesn't work on me. I can see that his original appearance is no worse than when you were young." The woman replied.
The melodious tune passed through the woods and drifted far away. Su Baiyi looked back and asked, "Is there someone blowing leaves in the woods?"
"It seems that is the person who controlled the puppet just now." Su Jian murmured.
"Not chasing after him?" Su Baiyi asked.
"Do you understand the meaning of the song?" Su Jian asked.
Su Baiyi pricked up his ears and listened for a while, then shook his head and said, "I can't understand anything."
"This song is telling us that we will meet again soon, and there is no need to rush." Su Jian continued to move forward. "Whether this person is Priest Xue or not, he is an interesting person."
"Okay." Su Baiyi leaped up and picked a leaf from the tree next to him. He put it to his mouth and blew it. Compared with the gentle music coming from the woods, Su Baiyi's tune was much higher-pitched.
"You kid." Su Jian shook his head helplessly but ignored him.
In the woods, the man put down the leaves in his hand and said with a smile: "I was right, this young man is really interesting."
“What this song means is…” The woman frowned and listened for a while, but still couldn’t be sure.
"Don't doubt it, it's what you heard." The man on the tree threw the leaves in his hand away, "Hero, save me!"
The woman burst out laughing: "That's true, it seems that this kid was kidnapped by that old man. Oh, right, that old man just now..."
"He asked his master for the Tongtian Book but failed, and finally mastered the Extermination Divine Art. There should be only one person like him in the world." The man on the tree said faintly, "Demon Lord Su Jian."
"This person has disappeared for decades. I didn't expect that he is still alive." The woman sighed softly, "I don't think you should come back."
"This Xuanwei City looks more and more like a trap." The man stepped to the top of the tree and looked at the city in the distance. "I just don't know who set up the trap?"
"The four major families?" the woman asked in confusion.
"It's too simple. The four major families want to take advantage of the situation to replace Shanglin Tiangong in ruling the martial arts world, so they held this hero conference." The man put his hands behind his back, his white hair flying, "But the intention is too obvious, so it will be used by others to set up a trap. The chess player behind the scenes must not be them."
"Is it the person who wrote to you?" the woman frowned.
"I thought I had hidden my whereabouts for these years and no one could find me, but the letter still fell into my hands, and the content of the letter still forced me to come here. It shows that this person knows me very well and even sent people to follow me for many years." The man said in a deep voice, "This person hiding behind is very scary. If Xuanwei City is now a chess game, then he is the one holding the chess piece at this moment."
"Is it Bai Jile, the owner of Fu Sheng Zuimeng Tower?" The woman thought of a possibility.
“Maybe.” The man stepped down from the treetop, picked up a bronze mask from the ground, and put it on his face. “But I never mind being a chess piece on the chessboard. What I like most is to break out of the game.”
On the other side, Su Jian had already brought Su Baiyi back into Xuanwei City from another city gate.
Su Baiyi said with some disdain: "Senior, you call yourself the Demon Lord, and you dominated the martial arts world for many years. How come I saw you twice today, and you were running away both times?"
Su Jian didn't mind and laughed loudly, "I've been thinking that if I return to the martial arts world, I will definitely amaze the world. What's the big deal about beating up a little girl in Qingge Tower? Just now by the pond, even if I risked my life to kill two masters of the Tianwu Ranking, who saw it? Who remembered it? You? You won't stab me with a sword in the end and then say that you defeated all these people. So this battle of mine must be at the Heroes Conference, with the whole world watching, that's satisfying, that's fun!"
Su Baiyi held his forehead with his hand and said helplessly: "It turns out that the senior is such a vain person. This is not quite the same as the Demon Lord I imagined."
"Oh? What do you imagine the Demon King to look like?" Su Jian asked.
Su Baiyi thought for a moment: "The so-called Demon Lord, who takes an unconventional approach, should not care about fame and fortune. Just kill him, no matter when, where, or why!"
"You mean the devil, not the devil lord." Su Jian shook his head and said, "The so-called devil lord, the important thing is not the word devil, but the lord. This word is very important. Do you know what the lord is?"
Su Baiyi didn't even think about it and replied directly: "Of course it's the king. Doesn't the meaning of Demon Lord mean the king among demons? The biggest demon."
"No." Su Jian showed a somewhat proud smile and waved his finger gently.
"What is that?" Su Baiyi asked. An answer suddenly flashed in his mind, but he himself was a little unconvinced. He looked at Su Jian and said hesitantly, "Could it be-"
"A gentleman's gentleman, huh?"
"Yes, it's the gentleman's Jun." Su Jian patted Su Baiyi's shoulder, "It seems that you are my confidant."
Su Baiyi smiled bitterly. He had been with this old ancestor for several months. In the beginning, he was worried every day that he would kill him with a knife. Now, he called himself a confidant. He was becoming more and more unable to figure out the temper of this so-called Demon Lord.