Xie Bian originally planned to tell Zhong Kui about Jiang Qulian in the morning, but when he woke up, he found that Zhong Kui was instructing Fan Wuxi to practice swords. Seeing that his junior brother's black clothes became dusty, he must have practiced for a long time. It's been a while.
Jie Bian watched with interest.
This Tianshi Palace has been cold and cold for too long. For his safety, Master has never allowed errands to serve him, and Bo Zhu has not come here for a year or two. Before that, there were only the two of them in the huge palace. Eager to have a playmate of the right age, although this wish came true a little late, but he is still very happy. He hoped that the three of them, mentor and apprentice, and Bo Zhu could continue like this forever.
The master and the apprentice went through several moves in a row, and Zhong Kui once again broke the offensive of Fan Wuzhen, knocking down the sword in his hand.
Zhong Kui reprimanded mercilessly: "There is nothing wrong with your moves, and your foundation is also very solid, but your speed is too slow, and your murderous aura is heavy. You only have five points of strength, and you are very arrogant. Your eyes are high and your hands are low, which is of no benefit to yourself."
Fan Wushi's breath was unstable, but his eyes were not angry, but rather calm, because he was right. He previously thought that Zhong Kui was known as the number one person in the world because of the Eastern Emperor Bell, and the world of cultivating immortals did have disputes about it. After all, Zhong Kui had never fought Xu Zhinan and Li Buyu before. Even if there is no Donghuang Bell, Zhong Kui is still the top master in the world of cultivating immortals, and he is worthy of being Jie Bian's master.
Xie Bian said with a smile: "Master, Wuyi, let's rest for a while, it's time to eat."
"Okay, let's go eat." Zhong Kui walked away swaggeringly.
"Wuyin, I must have benefited a lot from Master's guidance." Xie Bian brought a towel and motioned Fan Wuyin to wipe the dust off his clothes.
"Fair." Fan Wuxi said.
"Arrogance." Xie Bian reprimanded, "Master told you just now. If you are full of harm, you will benefit from humility. Your bad habit of arrogance must be corrected."
Fan Wuxi said indifferently, "I'm telling the truth."
Xie Bian frowned and looked at him: "You are so young and frivolous, do you want to be punished again?"
Thinking of wiping the ground for a day last time, Fan Wuzhen was quite annoyed, he looked at Xie Bian: "Can senior brother beat me?"
"What?"
"Senior brother competes with me, if you win, I will obey you."
Xie Bian was annoyed: "Is this why you are a junior?"
"I've never been a human junior."
"Okay, let's compete some other day." Xie Bian thought to himself, he really needs to cure this kid's arrogant temper.
"Brother, what if you lose?" Fan Wuxi asked this sentence unintentionally, staring at Jie Bian's dark eyes, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a voice sounded in his mind-"Brother, what if you lose?" ?” What would he answer, would he say…
"At your disposal."
Fan Wuxi's chest froze, and then his blood surged.
Back then, when he returned to Daming with the Mountains and Rivers Sheji Map and the Xuanyuan Tianji Talisman, he had the exact same conversation when he fought to the death with the eldest son Heng who had already become the emperor.
He won, how did he "dispose" of Zong Ziheng
He pressed his eldest son Heng on the dragon chair of the Sanqing Palace in the Wuji Palace, and did what he always wanted to do. He wanted his elder brother, who killed his father and younger brother by any means for the sake of the throne, to have a good taste of becoming the son of Zong at all costs. The price, and every day I sit here, I think of how I was fucked by my younger brother like a dog on this throne!
However, Xie Bian was not Zong Ziheng after all. When he said these four words, there was no determination to go to the end of the mountain, but only youthful spirit and high spirits—he didn't think he would lose at all.
Fan Wuxi said with a straight face: "You can easily make such a promise when you are discussing with others?"
Xie Bian didn't care much: "What? Your senior brother has never lost in a competition with others. If you really lose, you can only be willing to bet and admit defeat. Let's go and have breakfast."
"Are you not afraid of others making unreasonable demands?"
"What kind of extravagant request? I'm a big man, so I don't want to make a promise with my body." After speaking, he laughed.
Fan Wuxi stared at the back of his head.
"Wuxie, you have to be willing to gamble and admit defeat. If you lose, you have to obey what your brother tells you." Xie Bian turned his head and smiled at Fan Wushi, "You, you are not my brother's opponent, I will give you a good fight." class."
Fan Wuzhen walked a few steps quickly, walking side by side with Xie Bian: "If you lose, are you not afraid of my unreasonable demands?"
"Oh?" Xie Bian thought his little junior was very funny sometimes, "What extravagant demands do you have? Let's hear it."
Fan Wuxi pursed his lips: "I didn't think about it."
"Then think about it carefully, maybe one day you can use it."
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During the meal, Xie Bian told Zhong Kui what happened in the Red Palace last night.
Zhong Kui snorted coldly: "Do you know what he wants?"
"magic weapon?"
"Yes, I got a magic weapon in the early years. It is a phantom handed down by a Nanmiao monk who is good at using witchcraft. It can be the host body of spiritual power or soul. After being lodged, it will turn into the appearance the host wants."
"He wants to be a spiritual home?"
People in the underworld do not have a physical body in the human world. Even if they are forcibly transformed into a physical body, or take the body of a living person, it will not last long, and it will consume a lot of cultivation. If you want to return to the sun for a long time, you need a body that can be lodged , this body is called the Lingshe.
With Jiang Qulian's cultivation level, he could temper out the spiritual house by himself, but the spiritual house made of grass and trees would rot within a few days, so he probably wanted a magic weapon specially used to lodge souls.
Zhong Kui nodded.
"What does he want the spiritual house for?" Xie Bian frowned, "The emperor forbids him to go to the human world casually."
"Where can we stop him, as long as he doesn't cause trouble, even the emperor will turn a blind eye." Zhong Kui took a bite of his meal, "Anyway, he should not dare to mess around, at least he dare not be caught by me. I know, but I still can't give him a spiritual home."
"Master is right, what about Meng Kefei?"
Zhong Kui said: "I'll go meet him, this man is cunning, what he says cannot be trusted."
"Too."
"A few days later, it will be Li Buyu's birthday. Because of Meng Kefei's incident, there will be no birthday banquet this time, but the major sects will inevitably send people to celebrate his birthday, so we just have a reason to go to Yunxi. Bian, you Go prepare a birthday gift."
"yes."
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Shushan is known as the most immortal mountain in the world, because of the immeasurable affiliation here.
But even if there is no Wuliang sect, this mountain has thousands of peaks competing for beauty, and thousands of ravines hide clouds. And the Wuliang sect, the largest immortal sect in the world, which attracts monks all over the world, is located on the top of Diancang Peak, the first peak of Shushan Mountain.
The Wuliang School has been established for hundreds of years, and it was also an important fairy school in the era of Emperor Zong. A hundred years ago, in the encirclement and suppression of the Zong Clan, the Wuliang Sect made great contributions, and Li Buyu, who was extremely arrogant, carried the Wuliang Sword forward, so when the Zong Clan was destroyed and everything was waiting to be revived, the Wuliang Sect rose rapidly. Li Buyu Form the Xianmeng and serve as the leader. Now the Wuliang Sect has more than ten thousand disciples, countless wealth, magic weapons, and high-level monks, and it is firmly seated on the throne of the world's number one fairy sect.
Li Buyu is an upright person, impartial in his work, highly respected and convincing in the world of cultivating immortals. Therefore, Li Buyu's birthday every year has become a grand gathering in the world of cultivating immortals, and everyone regards being invited as a symbol of status.
The busiest town at the foot of Shu Mountain is called Lanxi Town. Ascetics are relatively rare in other places, but here they are everywhere, which is not unusual at all.
Zhong Kui walked in Lanxi Town with his two apprentices, stopping every three steps and stopping every five steps. He wanted to try any wine he saw.
Xie Bian usually wants to keep Zhong Kui from drinking too much, but he also likes to go to the market. Besides wine, there are so many new and interesting things that he can't even look at them.
So Fan Wuxi looked at the two master and apprentice, who hadn't walked out for an hour in just one street.
"No deterrence, no deterrence." Xie Bian waved excitedly at Fan Wu deer, "Look at this gadget, I've never seen it before, I'll buy one for Bozhu, if you like it, I'll buy one for you too ?”
Fan Wuxi suddenly remembered that the eldest son Heng always brought back a lot of gifts when he went out on trips, and distributed them to his younger brothers and sisters. This habit has not changed even after reincarnation. When the words of refusal reached his lips, he swallowed them again, and said, "Okay."
Xie Bian was paying the money here, when he heard Zhong Kui quarreling with someone on the other side.
"Why can't I paint so badly?" A scholar said angrily, "Everyone says I have the demeanor of Wu Daozi, and the Zhong Kui I painted is the best seller in Lanxi Town!"
"Zhong Kui looks like this? Have you ever seen it?" Zhong Kui pointed to the picture of a majestic man with a beard and said angrily, "What is this? It looks like a bear."
"You, you can insult me, but you can't insult the Heavenly Master!"
"You are insulting the Heavenly Master by painting like this!"
Xie Bian ran over quickly, held back a smile and pulled Zhong Kui back: "Master, forget it. Sir, my master drank some wine, I'm sorry, don't blame it, don't blame it."
The scholar looked at Xie Bian and dared not say anything: "This little fairy is your apprentice? How can you have such a gentle and handsome apprentice like you, a rude and rude person."
"This is my apprentice!" Zhong Kui flipped through the booth and picked up another one, "Why did you draw Cui Ziyu so beautifully? No, have you seen it? Have you seen Zhong Kui? Have you seen Cui Jue? !"
"Master, it's all right, stop making trouble."
"What is this again? 'Zhong Kui Eating Ghost Picture'?" Zhong Kui grabbed the painting and tore it up. "The food made by my apprentice is delicious! Who wants to eat ghosts? What good do ghosts have?"
"It's not for you to eat ghosts, you lunatic, you pay me for painting!"
Fan Wuxi took out a piece of silver and threw it to the scholar: "That's enough."
The scholar weighed up the broken silver, snorted heavily, and put away the booth cursingly.
Zhong Kui was also dragged away by Xie Bian cursing.
"There is no such reason, no such reason." Zhong Kui said angrily, "Your master is also a good-looking talent, heroic and unrestrained, why do you always paint me so ugly."
Xie Bian suppressed a smile: "Okay, Master, the folks respect you and enshrine you. They think you have to be more ferocious in order to suppress ghosts. Don't be angry."
"Absurd, don't they also enshrine Cui Jue, why do they paint Cui Jue like a fairy?"
"Mr. Cui Fu really has the bones of a fairy."
"I don't?"
"Master..."
"Tianshi." A clear voice sounded from behind.
The three of them turned their heads, and a handsome young man smiled and cupped his hands: "Tianshi, this junior is ordered by the master to welcome Tianshi and Wuchang Immortal to the cloud."