"Where is this? And the gentleman who just spoke, come out!" Seeing no one around, Zhou Qingmu shouted loudly.

"Hey, is there anyone?" The young man shouted a few more times when no one responded. He felt something bad in his heart. He wouldn't be thrown into this deserted hall, would he?

"No need to shout, he can't come in." At some point, a young man in green clothes and a bamboo hat sitting cross-legged appeared behind the desk with three wooden boxes in the center of the hall.

Closing the scabbard of the sword. This man is handsome, not inferior to the most beautiful women in the world, but his eyes are indifferent, as if there is nothing he cares about in the world.

"Who are you?" Zhou Qingmu did not see this person when he came in, and there was no one else here, so Zhou Qingmu asked.

"Me? I'm the guardian of this place," the young man in green said calmly.

"Guardian? Where is the gentleman who brought me in just now? Why can't he come in?" Zhou Qingmu continued to ask.

"Besides me, you are the only one who can enter this place. So naturally he can't come in." The young man in green clothes still said calmly.

"Only I can come in, why?" Zhou Qingmu didn't understand when he heard this. There was nothing special about him when he was born. The only thing that was special was his blood, which was said to "break all restrictions." He

Even a certain Taoist's family pet would shake his head after looking at this body. It is really "ordinary" that is rare in this world.

"You don't deserve to know now." The young man in green said calmly, as if he was saying something that was absolutely natural.

Hearing this, the young man who had always had a good temper suddenly became angry and said, "I don't deserve to know, so why do you want me to come in? And why don't I deserve it?"

The young man in Tsing Yi glanced at the young man's angry look, chuckled, and said calmly: "Just because I am better than you. Is this reason enough?"

"Of course, if you can defeat me here, I can answer all your questions now. Do you dare to take action?" The young man in Tsing Yi who calls himself the "guardian" of this place looked at the people in front of him who seemed to be stimulated by his words.

Young man, I added a few more words.

"You!" Zhou Qingmu only said one word for a long time, clenching his fists. He lowered his head and didn't know what to think. As if he had figured it out, he actually ran towards the young man in the center.

This boy who was only sixteen years old actually dared to attack him? The young man in Tsing Yi couldn't help but feel surprised.

When the boy was only one foot away from him, he punched out, but the young man in Tsing Yi did not dodge. Just when the boy thought that his fist was going to hit the target, the sword in the young man's arms flew out together with the scabbard and hit the young man's chest directly.

, the boy flew backwards several feet in an instant.

"Do you really think that you, who have no cultivation, can defeat me?" The young man in green said calmly.

Zhou Qingmu got up from the ground and saw clearly the weapon that defeated him, an unsheathed long sword with the word "Excellent Immortal" engraved on the hilt.

"I don't think I can beat senior, but senior just asked me if I dare to take action. If I don't give it a try, I will disappoint senior and I will not be able to pass the test in my heart." Zhou Qingmu said slowly.

"You clearly have an unconvinced look on your face, but you still say these words so seriously. It's really like what those old foxes from Confucianism can say. It's really interesting. Okay, kid. You don't have much time to stay here.

Let's get down to business first." Hearing this, the young man in green thought of a certain white-clothed Confucian scholar who had no lower limits and said.

"Business?" Zhou Qingmu asked doubtfully.

"Since you are already here, choose one of these three wooden boxes to take away. As for what you want to know, you will know it when the time comes." The young man in green retracted his sword and pointed at the three people in front of him.

A wooden box.

Zhou Qingmu did not hesitate after hearing this. He stood up and walked towards the wooden table with three square wooden boxes in the center of the hall. He looked at the three wooden boxes carefully and found nothing different, so he picked up the middle wooden box.

"Do you want to open it now? Senior." Zhou Qingmu asked.

"Open it. The restrictions above can be broken with a drop of your blood." The young man in green replied.

So, Zhou Qingmu bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood on the wooden box, then gently opened the wooden box. After opening, what came into view was a simple long sword. The sword was rusty and not sharp. The sword was not sharp.

Next to it is a small milky white porcelain bottle, about the length of a finger.

At this time, the young man in green also saw the simple long sword in the box. Gu Jing Wubo's expression changed slightly, and then he sighed and said: "Zhou Qingmu, let's become my disciple."

"Become a disciple?" Zhou Qingmu asked puzzledly.

"Whether you want to learn swordsmanship or not, if you want to learn it, hurry up and become a master. Once you go out, it will be too late to regret it." At this time, the young man in Tsing Yi remembered the agreement he made with someone.

"I want to learn, of course I want to learn. But my talent has been very poor since I was a child. I am worried that I will not be able to master the sword well and will disgrace the reputation of my predecessors."

Zhou Qingmu wanted to become a swordsman who could wield swords since he was a child. Now someone was willing to teach him how to use a sword, so he was naturally willing to learn. Unfortunately, his talent was too poor and he did not dare to become a disciple.

"Extremely poor talent? Don't say such things in the future. From today on, you are my third disciple, Li Qiubai. No matter how weak your talent is, I will definitely let you walk on your own path in the art of swordsmanship."

After hearing this, Zhou Qingmu no longer hesitated and performed the ceremony of becoming a disciple.

"Disciple will definitely live up to Master's expectations!"

"Okay, kid. When you officially start practicing, I will start teaching you how to practice swords. As for practicing, you don't need to worry. Someone will teach you after you go out. From today on, you must practice basic sword moves every day.

Style." The young man in green took off the bamboo hat on his head and spread out his white hair.

Zhou Qingmu still wanted to say something, but soon, the scene in front of him became blurry. When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him turned into Miss Lin fighting hard with the enemy.

"What happened just now?" Zhou Qingmu felt that he had had a long dream. He looked down and saw an ancient long sword in his hand, and he was holding a small porcelain bottle in his right hand.

"You must have met him before, right?" At this time, the gentle voice sounded in Zhou Qingmu's ears again.

"Are you talking about Master Li Qiubai?" Zhou Qingmu turned around and didn't know when a white-clothed Confucian scholar appeared next to him.

This was the first time Zhou Qingmu saw the true appearance of the man who often spoke in his ear. His aura was very much like that of a secular teacher.

"Master? It seems that he... Anyway, I am here in my true form just to tell you one thing and ask you one more thing. You have been severely injured and now you only have less than three years left to live. Zhou Qingmu

, if you want to master the sword in your hand, follow me for three years from today, and increase your longevity through cultivation. On the other hand, if you are still willing to follow that demon girl, I will help that demon girl

Girl, I will leave with you, and I will use a unique method to extend your life for sixty years, but you must promise me not to embark on the path of cultivation again in the future. From the moment you enter there, your life no longer belongs to you.

Have you thought clearly?" The Confucian scholar in white changed his usual gentleness, and his face showed an unprecedented seriousness.

When Zhou Qingmu heard that he only had less than three years to live, he was not afraid or timid. After listening to the words of the white-clothed scholar, an indescribable seriousness appeared on his face.

"Sir, take me away."

The young man Zhou Qingmu has been burdened with a heinous blood feud since he was a child, but he still doesn’t know who killed his parents. For more than ten years, all he has known is himself who has lost his parents since he was a child. Has he ever thought about following

Miss Lin went to live in her hometown, but now that his life span is less than three years, he is just a burden to Lin Chengshuang. He actually understands in his heart that in today's world, how can he, a human boy, survive in the demon clan?

What about a peaceful life in the underworld? Having a girl he has only known for less than three months to protect him for the rest of his life is undoubtedly what Zhou Qingmu does not want to see. He wants to become stronger, kill his enemies with his own hands, and want to know the truth about the death of his parents.

He wants to protect everything he wants to protect. So how can he make the choice to live in this world? Although he doesn't know the meaning of "your life no longer belongs to you" said by the white-clothed scholar in front of him, maybe many

Years later, he will regret the choice he made today. Previously, Li Qiubai, a highly skilled swordsman, accepted him as his disciple, and now there is a Confucian scholar in white who is willing to help him on the road to spiritual practice, so he is even more unwilling to give up just now.

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"Have you really thought about it? If you leave with me today, you will never have the chance to regret it all over again." The Confucian scholar in white had never thought that the young man's decision was so decisive, so he couldn't help but remind him again.

"Sir, I've thought about it. But there is one more thing I want to ask for. I hope that sir can help Miss Lin get home safely." Zhou Qingmu nodded.

"Boy, now that humans and monsters are at odds, you want me to help a monster fight against the head of the Taoist Chen family. It's really troublesome. It doesn't matter." The Confucian scholar in white seemed a little helpless. What he did was tantamount to a crime against the clan!

After saying that, the middle-aged Confucian scholar in white didn't hesitate too much, and stepped out into the place where the two were fighting. The barrier that troubled the young man didn't seem to stop the Confucian scholar in white, or it could be said that this layer of human-monster

The barriers set up by the masters of the two races were completely useless to the people in front of them.

The white-clothed Confucian scholar felt like wind was blowing under his feet. Although he was not flying, he was moving extremely fast. He was in front of the two fighting men in just an instant.

This scene made Zhou Qingmu stunned from outside the barrier.

"Zhen Gua, Purgatory Thunder!"

"Endless fist intention, boxing skills, exorcism!"

Lin Chengshuang and Chen Jianqiu's moves were endless, and their spiritual powers were constantly colliding. The battle was in a stalemate, and neither of them noticed that someone quietly entered the fighting area between them.

"seal up!"

Just when Chen Jianqiu wanted to continue to use his magical power, he was forcibly interrupted by the word "Feng" from the white-clothed Confucian scholar.

"What are you saying? A magical power? I wonder which Confucian is doing it secretly?" Chen Jianqiu looked at the Confucian scholar in white not far away who had his back to him.

The white-clothed Confucian scholar chuckled softly, "I don't know why the Chen family master set up an isolation barrier here. With the Chen family master's cultivation strength, why is it necessary to just subdue demons?"

Chen Jianqiu's face flashed with coldness, and then returned to normal: "I set up a barrier to prevent this witch from escaping. What's the problem?"

"Prevent this demon from escaping? Chen Jianqiu, are you trying to prevent this demon from escaping, or are you trying to isolate your fighting aura to prevent it from being sensed by those in the city?" The white-clothed Confucian scholar turned around and stared directly at the luxurious black robe.

Chen Jianqiu, who had been hit several times by Lu Chengshuang's attacks and was bleeding continuously.

Chen Jianqiu saw the face of the visitor clearly and recognized the identity of the white-clothed Confucian scholar. He seemed to have remembered something and said angrily: "Ye Jing'an! Why are you here? What do you want to do with these words?"

"Master Chen, why should you be angry? I am here because of this monster. I promised a friend to save this girl. I hope that Master Chen will be a little less generous and let this girl go."

Ye Jing'an, a scholar in white clothes, bent down and saluted with his hands in hand.

"Let her go? This is a monster. Now she has cultivated to the level of half an emperor. She will definitely become a scourge to our human race one day. Ye Jing'an, do you have the face?" Chen Jianqiu was furious. He had never thought of the grand Confucian cultivation in Yanyu Nanzhou.

The perpetrator now actually wants him to let go of the human race’s enemy.

"Your Excellency is half a level higher than this girl. Now you are fighting with this girl, but you are at a disadvantage many times. Even if I don't take action today, if this girl insists on running away, can you stop her? Ru Ruo Chen

The head of the family is determined not to retreat. Although I am not good at using force, with the magical power I have learned, I can still seal your cultivation for a day or two." Ye Jing'an raised his waist and pointed at Su who was about to go out to look for Zhou Qingmu.

Clothed girl.

"Ye Jing'an, do you know that this is against the rules of humanity? If you insist on taking her away today, in the future on the battlefield between our human race and the demon race, she will definitely become a powerful force of the demon race. By then, you, Ye Jing'an, are not afraid

To end up being punished by everyone?" Chen Jianqiu said solemnly. He could not imagine that the white-clothed Confucian scholar in front of him would dare to say such treasonous words for this evildoer.

"I'm sorry for being so bold. If such a day comes, Ye Jing'an is willing to bear the blame and personally solve the problem. I hope the head of the Chen family will give in for a while." Ye Jing'an didn't seem to be worried, and at this moment he made a promise to the head of the Chen family, one of the nine major families of the Taoist sect.

ensure.
To be continued...