The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

Ling Ye was silent for a moment: "Have you thought about the consequences?"

Shen Liuxiang thought that he meant to save Zhou Xuanlan, and others would criticize him, so he said, "Senior brother, I'm too worried, I'm a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Realm anyway, who can get me."

"I'm talking about Zhou Xuanlan," Ling Ye said in a low voice, "He is not yet young, so he has the ability to fight against Mahayana cultivators. Even if he awakens his bloodline, it is difficult for a big monster like Ao Yue to do so."

The night wind rattled the door.

Ling Ye asked: "You save him today, and in the future he will lead the demon clan to level the cultivation world, what should you do?"

Shen Liu snapped his fingers for a moment, and then he lifted the quilt and covered the snoring Shen Bubu, "He's not a murderer, so he won't be like that, but if it's true as the senior brother said, I'll stop him at all costs."

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Ling Ye only said, "Let him be kept alive in the Demon Demon Prison, which is my biggest concession."

Shen Liu groaned.

What is the difference between the rest of your life and the death of being locked in a dark demon prison.

After he left, Shen Liuxiang thought to himself.

Ordinary cultivators don't have to worry about it. The only people who can stop him are those who are also in the realm of gods. Now in the sword sect, it is Lan Xiaosheng, Ling Ye and Ye Bingran who have just entered the gods.

Hit hard, there is no certainty.

He tapped on the table with his fingertips, and was thinking of a countermeasure when a jade talisman flew into the room through the crack of the window.

It was Lan Xiaosheng who invited him to see Fuyouting.

The moonlight was dim, and some light was obscured by thin clouds. In addition to Lan Xiaosheng, there was one other person in the pavilion.

Ye Shi stood beside him, his face was pale, he looked at Shen Liuxiang, and then looked away as if dodging.

"The pain of searching for the soul, I have suffered." Lan Xiaosheng poured a cup of tea and handed it over.

Shen Liuxiang didn't answer, phoenix eyes glared at Ye Shi, "Jianzong disciple was not killed by Zhou Xuanlan, you know it clearly, but it turns black and white."

Ye Shi clenched his fists, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Lan Xiaosheng: "Try this tea first."

Shen Liuxiang stared at him for a while, reached out to take it, and sipped: "Ordinary tea leaves."

There is nothing special about the product, not even good tea.

"My tea is given by Master,"

Lan Xiaosheng picked up the teapot with his slender hands and shook it in the air.

"At that time, he told me that this tea was a gift from a tea farmer who was rescued from the evil demon for the first time when he was young. He kept it to this day because he wanted to remind himself not to forget his original intention of cultivating the Tao."

Shen Liu swiped the porcelain white tea cup with his fingers, stared at the rising heat, and said coldly, "But he forgot, and he was enchanted."

"You're right," Lan Xiaosheng lowered his eyes.

"But those of us who are apprentices are guilty of failing to detect it early, and we can't sit idly by now."

Shen Liuxiang's tone was sarcastic, "So I have to sacrifice my apprentice."

"I called you here to clarify this matter,"

Lan Xiaosheng said: "He is a monster thing, spread all over the three worlds, it doesn't matter whether he kills the disciples of Jianzong. Now countless pairs of eyes are staring at him, wanting him to die, if Jianzong keeps him intact Let it go, from now on, Wuyan will be based in the realm of self-cultivation."

Shen Liuxiang squinted his phoenix eyes slightly: "If the news of Yu Fusheng's enchantment spreads across the Three Realms, how much face will Jianzong have left."

Lan Xiaosheng: "You are rarely so aggressive."

Shen Liuxiang: "You force me."

Lan Xiaosheng was silent for a while: "You want to save Zhou Xuanlan, I won't intervene. In exchange, you have to keep the news of the master's enchantment. I have locked him in the enchantment, and Run Xin is guarding him and will not come out."

Shen Liuxiang thought for a moment and nodded.

Although he didn't want Zhou Xuanlan to be slandered by others, at the moment, he could only do his best to save his life and lead him out of the demon prison.

Lan Xiaosheng did not intervene, and the rest of the Sword Sect had no threat to him, except for Ye Bingran.

"Bing Ran's parents died at the hands of monsters, he has a heart, I can't control it," Lan Xiaosheng saw what he was thinking, and reminded aloud, "You have to face not only him, as far as I know, Jin Xiang Tian brought people over overnight."

Xiyangzong intervened, as expected by Shen Liuxiang.

He nodded slightly, got up and left, Lan Xiaosheng suddenly threw a storage bag, which contained a dazzling array of magic weapons, high-level magic tools, high-grade medicinal herbs, and rare and precious spirit herbs.

"I wanted to wait for you and Bing Ranxiu to achieve a positive result, and hand over these things to him. Now, it seems that this is not necessary."

Shen Liuxiang was stunned.

The person who tipped off the original body, kept an eye on Ye Bingran's movements, and deceived the gift along the way, turned out to be the head of Jianzong? !

If it weren't for the heavy heart, he couldn't help laughing. Ye Bingran knew that there was a master who pitted him like this.

Cloaked in the darkness, Shen Liuxiang thought about going back to the room, and when he crossed the threshold, his body suddenly swayed and he almost fell.

He stretched out his hand to hold the door, his face was snow-white, and his soul was aching again.

Shen Bubu hurriedly jumped off the bed: "Is Daddy all right?"

In Shen Liuxiang's mind, some unfamiliar fragments suddenly flashed, and then a severe pain hit.

His eyes darkened and he fell to the ground.

"Daddy!"

After half a cup of tea, Shen Liuxiang woke up in a daze, and there was a sob in his ears.

Shen Bubu tugged at his sleeve, trying to move him to the bed, but he tried his best, but he couldn't pull him at all.

He suddenly felt sad, and tears rolled down, "Nothing can help Daddy."

Shen Liuxiang rubbed his brows, digested a little extra memory, sat up, and patted Ginseng Baby's head, "Don't cry, I'm fine."

With tears in his eyes, Shen Bubu got into his arms involuntarily, buried his face in the warm clothes, and ran out of the room after a moment.

Shen Liuxiang clarified the recovered memory.

A man with a vague figure was teaching him spells, and his voice was cold and sweet, "The art of living together and dying can share the damage, which is equivalent to having two lives, but be careful when using it, one person dies, the other can't live. "

Shen Liuxiang's eyes moved slightly, and he was locked in the room for more than half an hour, practicing alone until Shen Bubu bounced back.

Holding a golden fruit, he said, "Give it to big brother, so that daddy won't be sad."

Shen Liuxiang stretched out his hand and touched Jin Guo, and a vast and pure spiritual energy poured into his body.

He was slightly startled: "What is this?"

"I want it from the leader of the team," Shen Bubu lowered his head, his ears gradually turning red.

Shen Liuxiang raised his eyebrows, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the golden leaves on top of his head, as if withered, drooping down softly.

Shen Bubu noticed his sight, quickly covered his head, and stepped into the room, "I'm so thirsty, I need to add some water, otherwise the leaves of Bubu will be soft."

Shen Liuxiang hesitated for a moment, took the golden fruit, and rushed to the Demon Demon Prison.

There are disciples guarding both inside and outside the Demon Demon Prison, and they need to hold the Sect Master's order before they are released layer by layer.

Lan Xiaosheng seemed to have explained that when he walked to the place where Zhou Xuanlan was being held, no disciples followed.

Shen Liuxiang closed the door with his backhand, his vision was pitch black, he took out the spirit stone, and approached Zhou Xuanlan with the faint light.

Hand Jin Guo to his mouth, "Shen Bubu gave it to you."

Zhou Xuanlan's face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see it clearly, only his eyes were gleaming, and he smiled a little when he heard the words, "With him accompanying Master, the disciple is more relieved."

Shen Liuxiang's fingertips were slightly tight, and he was speechless for a while.

After eating the palm-sized fruit, Zhou Xuanlan frowned slightly and was about to speak when cold sweat fell from his forehead, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

Shen Liuxiang's expression changed, his fingertips placed on his wrist, trying to investigate the situation in his body, but he was shocked by an extremely powerful spiritual force.

In the dim light, the meridians of Zhou Xuanlan's body gradually emerged, and countless golden lights circulated back and forth.

The final gathering place is not Dantian.

Shen Liuxiang was stunned, and in the dazzling golden light, he saw a black scale.

Exudes suffocating coercion.

His heart beat faster, and a thought came to his mind.

Before he could ask, Zhou Xuanlan frowned and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, my cultivation is recovering. This spiritual fruit is absolutely extraordinary. Where did Shen Bubu come from?"

Shen Liuxiang: "He said it was the leader of Ginseng Mountain..."

After a pause, he opened his eyes slightly, and ran out of the Demon Demon Prison with a panicked expression on his face.

Shen Bubu squatted at the door, with a dead branch on his head and a few yellow leaves hanging on it, exuding a lifeless breath.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up.

Shen Liu lingered in place, his pupils shrunk slightly.

In the line of sight, a small wrinkled face appeared, with dry lips and eyes slightly open, dim.

"...Bubu,"

Shen Bubu's vision was dark, and he could no longer see anything. His wrinkled little hands grabbed in mid-air, and after successfully grasping the corner of Shen Liuxiang's clothes, the corner of his mouth cracked open and he smiled happily.

"It's Daddy."

Shen Liuxiang took his hand and tried his best to drain away his spiritual power, his voice trembling, "What's wrong with you."

Shen Bubu: "It's a little cold."

So Shen Liuxiang reached out and hugged him in his arms, "I'll take you to find the leader, Ginseng Mountain must have a solution."

"It's useless," Shen Bubu shook his head, resting his little head on his shoulder, "Daddy, don't be angry, I didn't mean to lie to you, the little fruit is actually made by bubu, and the golden leaves are not enough, you have to use your whole body to get it. breed it."

He noticed that his cheeks were slightly wet, and reached out to touch Shen Liuxiang's face.

"Why is Daddy crying?"

"Daddy, don't cry, Bubu will be sad," he shrugged, "it's just changed back to its original shape, and it won't be long before it changes back."

Shen Liuxiang's voice was hoarse: "How long will it take."

Shen Bubu: "I can't bear to let Daddy come back soon."

He touched Shen Liusang's finger and pulled a tick, "Bubu is a little afraid of the dark. When Dad buried Bubu on the ground, he kept a small whisker on it so that he could see the outside. Bubu likes to bask in the sun. Daddy, don't put Bubu in a cool place,"

His voice was getting weaker: "After staying in the dark and cold soil for ten thousand years, it was Dad who dug up Bubu... Bubu likes Dad the most."

When the words fell, Shen Bubu disappeared.

A palm-sized ginseng landed on Shen Liuxiang's knee.