Since ancient times, there are many demons in the world of mortals, and there are always hidden immortals in the mountains.

Nine thousand Taoists, this lineage is extremely secretive. They practice in the mountains, travel in the mortal world, and are passed down from generation to generation. They are constantly born and dying. They are always named by the number of demons they have conquered, but they do not exist with their true names.

"Is it possible..."

Li Mo's heart moved slightly, and he had a different thought.

Now, he is no longer the young boy he once was, and his knowledge is different from what it used to be. Naturally, he will no longer regard this old man as a swindler.

"Senior, why is your name so different?"

Li Mo relaxed and asked casually.

"Young man, you are the heir of Black Sword, why do you ask questions knowingly?" Jiuqian Taoist squinted his eyes, stared at Li Mo and scanned him up and down.

"You know?" Li Mo raised his eyebrows.

"That day, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, I saw that you are not an authentic kid, and you don't look like a serious Luofu disciple..." Taoist Jiuqian said with a chuckle.

"Senior, why did you say this? I am a pure disciple of Luofu." Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"Pure Luofu disciples are all trash...you don't look like..."

"..."

Li Mo was speechless for a moment and curled his lips: "This... senior, you can't insult my sect in front of me..."

"Next time I'll insult you behind your back!"

"..."

"Luofu Mountain has been in ruins for three hundred years. Since Black Sword, there is only one disciple who has entered Xuantian Pavilion, and he is now the leader... Even if I think about it with the corns on my feet, I can still think of you..."

The nine thousand Taoists seemed to have a very deep impression of Li Mo, and they have never forgotten him.

"Senior, do we have any history with Luofu Mountain?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"Don't talk nonsense..."

The nine thousand Taoists suddenly took a step back, as if they were avoiding the plague, their old faces filled with disgust.

"It seems so..." Seeing this, Li Mo became more and more sure.

"It turns out to be the teacher..." Li Mo climbed up the pole and approached enthusiastically, with a smile on his face full of kindness.

"What are you doing!?"

Nine thousand Taoists were touched by Li Mo's sudden enthusiasm, and there seemed to be a dark cloud shrouding them that could not go away.

"Senior came to the capital, and I, the junior, should fulfill my duty as landlords." Li Mo couldn't help but say, pulling nine thousand Taoists with him and starting to leave.

"I really don't have any friendship with you in Luofu Mountain..."

The eyes of the nine thousand Taoists were wide-eyed, and they said uncertainly: "It's just that three hundred years ago, the seniors in the sect and Black Sword... had some conflicts..."

"I'll just say we have friendship." Li Mo's eyes lit up, as long as he could establish a relationship, that would be fine.

"It's not really a friendship... For three hundred years, your black sword from Luofu dug up the graves of my master's ancestors..."

"..."

The expressions of the nine thousand Taoists revealed a hint of resentment.

The smile on Li Mo's face gradually solidified, and the hand he held seemed a little awkward. Why did these words sound so familiar!?

"This... this kind of friendship is really extraordinary..." Li Moqian said with a smile.

"He didn't dig it alone... He encouraged the seniors in my sect..." Jiu Qian Taoist said coldly.

Strictly speaking, the scumbag who followed Black Sword to bully his master and destroy his ancestors was his master.

"Oh... forget it, who is young and is not frivolous, who is young and is not digging graves..."

The Nine Thousand Taoists waved their hands, but did not say anything more on this topic.

All in all, their lineage is indeed deeply entangled with the Black Sword.

"Senior, do you have a place to stay?" Li Mo grinned, hiding his embarrassment.

"Come with me."

Jiuqian Taoist glared at Li Mo fiercely, but did not refuse him thousands of miles away. He turned around and walked into the alley next to him.

Li Mo saw this and hurriedly followed.

After a while, the two came to an abandoned earth temple with lights on inside.

"Someone..."

When Li Mo saw people moving around in the temple, he remembered that there seemed to be a young disciple beside Jiu Qian Taoist.

"master……"

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the door, a young man came up to him. He had a simple temperament, a little dull, but his body appeared to be extremely strong.

Li Mo could tell at a glance that this young man had only reached the ninth level of inner breath and refined the [Dao Meridian Spiritual Root], but he had not yet understood the secret of spiritual breath.

"Three hundred, come and meet..." Taoist Jiuqian greeted.

"You are..." The young man looked at Li Mo and felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"Idiot, you can't remember this?"

"Oh oh oh, I remembered the disaster that happened in Yinshan that day..." The young man slapped his forehead and shouted suddenly.

"Disaster?" Li Mo's eyes twitched, showing a strange expression.

"Master said, you have the smell of disaster in your bones... In the future..."

"Cough cough cough..."

At this moment, Nine Thousand Taoists coughed twice, interrupting the young man's words.

"Don't talk nonsense if it's irrelevant."

"Master, I understand."

Li Mo was speechless, glanced at the old bastard, suppressed his rising blood, and quickly changed the subject.

"Your name is Sanbai?"

"Well, my name is Tang Sanbai." The young man nodded.

"Then you have caught three hundred demons." Li Mo knew the route to this name.

Tang Sanbai heard this and shook his head: "I only caught two hundred and five demons... I rounded up five and rounded up one, so I called it Three Hundred."

"..."

"Idiot, I really don't know when you will wake up." Jiuqian Taoist swayed and sat down, but he was already used to the appearance of his precious disciple.

Li Mo looked at it for a long time and couldn't see anything extraordinary about Tang Sanbai.

He really couldn't understand that this was the dharma lineage of the world's best demon hunter. Logically speaking, the selection of apprentices should be extremely strict.

"Young man, you are still too immature... The most indispensable thing in this world is genius... The appearance of an evil spirit can steal magical powers..."

Jiu Qian Taoist squinted his eyes, seemingly reading Li Mo's thoughts, and grinned.

"Don't you hear that magical powers are no match for heaven!"

"How many days!?" Li Mo was thoughtful and couldn't help but look at Tang Sanbai one more time.

"Before being carved, rough jade is nothing more than a stubborn stone, clumsy and unskilled..."

Nine Thousand Taoists murmured and called Tang Sanbai to him: "I asked you to find that evildoer, what will be the result?"

"Run away."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Tang Sanbai lowered his head, seeming extremely aggrieved.

"Idiot, that monster has been seriously injured and is no different from trash... You can't even hold him back." Nine Thousand Taoists were furious.

"He said he was going to die... His last wish was to die in his sleep... So I watched him sleep next to me... Who would have thought..."

Tang Sanbai hesitated and said: "It actually shed a layer of skin and used it to escape, so the peach died..."

"Idiot, that demon is the transformation of a tortoise and a snake, so it naturally has the ability to transform and shed its shell..." Nine thousand Taoists shook their heads repeatedly.

"Senior, what kind of ghost is this?" Li Mo became interested after hearing this and couldn't help but ask.

"That's a demon I saw three hundred miles outside the capital..." Jiu Qian Taoist said in a deep voice.

"The corpses of a turtle demon and a snake demon were buried in a cave. Over time, a half-turtle, half-snake demon was born..."

"Is there such a thing?" Li Moqi asked.

"The cave is close to the capital, and it is tainted with a trace of dragon vein feng shui, so it is special... However, luck is limited, and the half-turtle, half-snake evildoer is not high in cultivation..."

Having said this, Taoist Jiu Qian glared at Tang Sanbai fiercely. It was precisely because of the low level of cultivation of the monster that he severely injured him and kept it for this precious disciple to practice. Unexpectedly, the half-dead monster could still survive.

He ran away right under his nose.

The nine thousand Taoists couldn't tell for a moment whether they overestimated their apprentice or underestimated the demon.
To be continued...