"How's the sword argument with Li Chen Mo Mo going?"
"Hey, that kid struck really hard. My wrist is still a little sore, so I can only say that I narrowly missed it." Li Muqing twisted his wrist, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.
"Chen Mo's sword skills are indeed growing very fast. He is indeed the most talented among his brothers. Maybe he can fly to the upper world with his sword power!" Li Zhuying's eyes flashed.
Li Muqing approached with some curiosity, pressed against Li Zhuying's side, and said with some anticipation: "This time when you go to Thousand Demons Sect, will you be like... that with Chen Qiuyu!"
"that?"
Li Muqing scratched his face with his fingers and whispered in Li Zhuying's ear: "That's it, kissing, sleeping and so on!"
Li Zhuying's face darkened, and she reached out and grabbed Li Muqing's head, "Senior brother, are you very free? If so, then help me correct the official documents in the room."
Li Muqing smacked his lips twice, pushed away Li Zhuying's hand, and stood up with a melancholy look on his face.
"Hey, I really envy you. It's a pity that I can only be single all my life!"
Without saying a word, Li Muqing walked out of the hall.
Li Zhuying sat in his seat and watched Li Muqing's figure disappear from his sight. He couldn't help but sigh: "Brother, can you still not forget her?"
Li Muqing, who had already walked far away, stopped. He turned around and looked at the hall behind him, leaving only one sentence in the wind.
"The boy I once was is no longer a boy, and the girl I was once is no longer a girl. Even if I know that this joy will come to nothing, I still want to give it a try, because I am Li Muqing!"
In Guanhai Academy, an old master clasped his hands behind his back, holding a newly integrated Shanshui Di newspaper.
"Should the Lujiacun massacre still not be published and reported?"
The person who spoke was a young man. He was wearing a Confucian shirt and had a bit of righteousness between his brows.
The old master tore up the Shanshui Di newspaper in his hand and said seriously to the young man suspended in the air: "The so-called literati will not bow down for five buckets of rice. Usually we just write messy reports. This kind of involving
It's a big matter of right and wrong, so don't write it casually."
The young man smiled and took out a roll of bamboo slips from his sleeve, a bit playful: "Senior, do you also think that Lujiacun is not the work of the Thousand Demons Sect?"
The old master seemed to remember something, and scratched the beard on his chin with his hand, and said with a bit of regret: "In the past, when I went down to the world, I transformed into a down-and-out scholar and traveled to the mountains. It was that time that I got acquainted with that girl.
The girl was barefoot, and her feet were bruised by the stones. The old man saw that she was pitiful, so he gave her a pair of straw sandals. The girl originally wanted to become her teacher and read books about saints and sages beside her, but it was a pity that the old man was busy with important matters and could not
Accept her as a student."
"Later, I went down to the realm many times and learned that she had joined the Thousand Demons Sect and became the disciple of the Demon King who manifested the Holy Spirit. I transformed into many characters and approached her. Five interrogations were conducted to test her true heart. This is also
The reason why I am willing to give her the four words "Wan Li Yaxin"."
With a smile on his face, the young man gently picked up the bamboo slip in his hand, and saw a faint spiritual light emitting from the bamboo slip.
The next second, a spiritual light reached the sky, and the world of the academy actually separated at this moment.
The old master's figure floated, slowly rising from the ground. He slowly approached the spiritual light, handed over the landscape newspaper in his hand to the young man, and said calmly: "The great catastrophe of the world is about to happen in a moment, so I ask you to take care of this world."
Got it!"
With a smile on his face, the young man cupped his hands towards the old master and said, "Congratulations on sending Saint Yan back to the temple!"
A flash of inspiration occurred, and the old master was nowhere to be seen in the sky.
The young man leisurely folded the Shanshui Mansion report and grabbed the scroll of bamboo slips from the air.
"Looks like I'm going to be busy again for a while. Oh, if only I wasn't so knowledgeable. I really want to go back to the mountains to grow vegetables."
The young man muttered a few words and disappeared into the moonlight.
At Sanqing Gate, in a pavilion where the stars and moon shine together, two figures can be seen.
A talented young man, dressed in a green shirt, with a handsome face and a gentleness that cannot be hidden in his eyes, is Xiao Luan, a disciple of Li Zhuying of the Sanqing Sect.
Beside him, sat a graceful girl. This girl was wearing a tulle, with a faint smile on her pretty face. Her skin was breakable, and her eyes were piercing.
Curved into two crescent moons, it seems to be able to seduce the soul of any man.
The two held hands, the affection in their eyes difficult to conceal.
"Brother Xiao Luan, Xuan'er really hasn't seen you for a long time."
Xiao Luan heard the girl's coquettishness and patted her hand gently: "It has indeed taken a long time." Luo Xuan pouted and leaned her face on Xiao Luan's shoulder: "I don't care, Xiao Luan these days
My brother didn't even use the Flying Sword to send a message to Xuan'er. Xuan'er is so sad, you have to make it up to me!"
Xiao Luan smiled and scratched the bridge of Luo Xuan'er's nose, "Okay, okay, I'll make it up to you."
After Xiao Luan finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed Luo Xuan's forehead.
Luo Xuan closed her eyes and enjoyed the tranquility of this moment.
After a long time, Luo Xuan opened her eyes, her face was flushed, she lightly hit Xiao Luan's chest with her fist, and said coquettishly: "Brother Xiao Luan, you are so bad, I just want to send Xuan'er away with a kiss."
"Then what does Xuan'er want?" Xiao Luan asked helplessly.
Luo Xuan rolled her eyes, stretched out her finger and poked Xiao Luan's chest gently, and whispered: "In the past few days, Liuguang Sect will send disciples to attack Thousand Demons Sect, and Xuan'er will also go this time. Xiao Luan
Brother, please go with Xuan'er, okay?"
Hearing this, Xiao Luan frowned.
The Sanqing Sect declined this expedition against the Thousand Demons Sect on the grounds that the mountain-protecting formation was damaged. Without the Sanqing Sect to take the lead, the righteous sects turned their attention to the Sanqing Sect's sister sect, the Liuguang Sect.
The Glazed Light Sect is a female cultivator sect. Those women have weak temperaments and soft ears. Instigated by a few righteous and awe-inspiring words, the senior officials of the Glazed Light Sect actually agreed to the request of those honest sects.
This time, the Glazing Light Sect sent fifty or sixty disciples to the Thousand Demons Sect. Although there were not many people, it was a gesture. Some people even believed that the over fifty disciples sent by the Glazing Light Sect were instructed by the Sanqing Sect.
Originally, many sects were in a neutral state. Seeing that the Liuguang Sect had also dispatched disciples, they concluded that the massacre in Lujia Village was caused by Jiang Wanli, and successively dispatched disciples within the sect, becoming the main fighting sect.
After all, the Liuguang Sect, as the sister sect of the Sanqing Sect, has all contributed, and it is really unjustifiable for small sects like them not to contribute.
In this way, the number of sects attacking the Thousand Demons Sect gradually increased, reaching as many as thirty-six.
Xiao Luan rubbed his forehead. When he thought about Thousand Demons Sect facing so many sects' attacks, he felt a little bored in his heart.
Although the Thousand Demons Sect did do many evil things in the past, the current Thousand Demons Sect has corrected all those bad habits.
The massacre in Lujiacun was definitely not the work of the Thousand Demons Sect, let alone Jiang Wanli!