The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

The candles flickered, and the windows were closed.

Su Baiche sat at the table, holding a thin hairpin, and fiddling with the wick.

"Ye Bingran is gone," he snorted in a low voice, with a hint of mockery on his face, "How do you get the holy fruit now?"

He originally planned to let Ye Bingran stay in the sect for a few more days, but he was injured and lost the qualification to compete for the spiritual fruit, so he couldn't help him.

The holy fruit is a spiritual fruit that only appears once in a thousand years. The spiritual power contained in it can make the cultivation base skyrocket in an instant, and there are no side effects. The monks below the spirit realm are all jealous.

Now Lingguo is in the Qingling Sect, and when the sect master returns, the curtain should come to an end.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and a hoarse voice sounded.

Against the dim candlelight, it looked mysterious and gloomy, "When Ling Ye comes back, I will obediently give you the Spirit Fruit. You just need to follow my instructions and take good care of Ao Yue."

"What's the use of taking care of a dog," Su Baiche said with a cold face, and threw the hairpin on the table, "I'm so annoyed to hear the dog bark now, Tong Xi, can you let me do something useful."

"He's a tengu."

"That's a dog too!"

Tong Xi lost his patience: "You just need to do as I say, and remember to approach that disciple named Zhou Xuanlan."

Su Baiche picked up the teapot, disapprovingly: "A young disciple, even if his talent is too high, he's only in the foundation-building stage right now, so what's the use of getting close."

Tong Xi: "I can't tell you too much, but this disciple is very lucky, and he will definitely reach the top of the cultivation world in the future."

The tea is poured into a beautiful porcelain cup, emitting a faint heat.

"Who can predict what will happen in the future," Su Baiche rolled his eyes and laughed, "I have the time to spend time on a kid, why don't I go directly to attack Di Yunyu, the strongest man in the cultivation world for thousands of years? ."

"Firefly delusions of picking Haoyue!"

Tong Xi was furious: "The Lord of the Imperial Palace is the most unique person in the world. If you want to attack him, it's still a long way off!"

Inside and out, just look down on him.

Su Baiche smiled coldly, "I'm not interested in other people, I just want to improve my cultivation."

Tong Xi said, "So I'm helping you."

Su Baiche picked up the teacup, rubbed his slender fingers slowly, and after a while, he raised his head and drank the tea in one gulp, and smiled Yingying: "If you can't help me get your wish, I will definitely drag you into Asura Hell."

Tong Xi was silent, feeling a little chill.

Dark clouds covered the moon, and the night was as dark as ink.

At the bottom of Chaoyun Peak, Shen Liuxiang stopped Zhou Xuanlan and pointed to a bluestone road, "The road is this way, you are going wrong."

Zhou Xuanlan turned in the opposite direction: "The disciple is going back to rest."

Only then did Shen Liuxiang remember that, unlike other direct disciples, Zhou Xuanlan still lived in Fufeng like ordinary disciples.

The huge Chaoyun Peak will be left alone tonight.

Shen Liuxiang looked up and saw that the dark clouds were pressing on the sky, the whole mountain peak was hard to see the lights, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the silence inside the peak was terrifying.

He wrapped his robe tightly and said beyond doubt, "From today onwards, you and I will live in Chaoyun Peak."

Zhou Xuanlan paused and frowned slightly.

He doesn't pick where he lives, but Chao Yunfeng is very troublesome. It's too far from the place of cultivation, and it takes a lot of time to go back and forth.

"Everything is fine when the disciple lives in the vice peak, and there is no need to replace it."

"You come to Chaoyun Peak, so I can guide you as a teacher."

Zhou Xuanlan stared at the person in front of him, unable to figure out how someone who had never fulfilled his responsibilities as a master could talk face-to-face with the word 'pointing'.

The depths of his eyes became colder: "What if the disciple refuses."

Shen Liuxiang blinked, thought for a moment, raised his eyes and smiled: "Then I can only get used to you."

The black-clothed youth was stunned for a moment, the coldness in his eyes dissipated, and an unnatural look appeared on his face, he turned his head slightly, and his thin lips raised slightly: "It's good for the disciple to live in the Fufeng, and the master does not need to worry about it."

Shen Liusheng nodded: "Well, let's go."

Zhou Xuanlan looked at Shen Liuxiang again and turned to leave.

After walking for two steps, he turned his head and stared at the person behind him: "Is there something wrong with Master?"

Shen Liusheng shook his head.

Zhou Xuanlan took a few more steps forward, turned back, and found that the distance from him had not changed, "Why is Shizun with me?"

"I won't stop you from going back, so don't stop me from following," Shen Liuxiang put his hands behind his back, his clothes rippling in the night wind, "Speaking of Fufeng still has a place to live, I can stay for one night wherever I am."

Zhou Xuanlan understood.

Not hard to imagine.

Shen Liuxiang dares to stay overnight at Fufeng tonight, and tomorrow all kinds of rumors will spread throughout the cultivation world.

Dangtang Xianjun lives in the small Fufeng, there may be a financial crisis in the sect, Qing Lingzong pills!

Wounded by love in the daytime, he stayed at the disciple Fufeng late at night. Shen Xianjun was afraid of giving up on himself, and he was about to destroy the grass, and the disciples of Qingling were in danger!

Zhou Xuanlan went back to the room to pack up, picked up the bag and left.

A group of disciples went out to look around.

"Wow, moving to Chaoyun Peak, I finally have the feeling that Zhou Xuanlan is a direct disciple."

"Shen Xianjun came to pick him up in person? My God, it's too good for Zhou Xuanlan."

"Xianjun was smiling at me just now, sorry, I'm a little moved!"

"You want to die, but then again, Xianjun used to look like this, so why don't you want to use the disguise technique?"

"For Ye Jianzun, crazy."

…

Two figures mixed in with the disciples quietly withdrew, leaving Fufeng.

One of them said: "Jianzun is gone, do we still keep it?"

Another taller boy, holding a long sword, said sternly, "Of course, Shen Liuxiang made Jianzun suffer such a humiliation, and he must take revenge!"

Ye Yi: "But he's already cultivated in Yuan Ying, and we go there is no different than a mighty cockroach shaking a tree."

"Don't be fooled by appearances," Ye Er took out the script from the storage bag. "According to esoteric records, Shen Liuxiang has not touched anyone for ten years, which means that his injury has not healed, and his body is empty of spiritual energy."

Ye Yi: "What do you mean?"

"While he's asleep, kidnap him and beat him."

Ye Yi: "It is impossible to succeed, are you an idiot when you are an immortal!"

Ye Er didn't say more, his anger fascinated his mind, turned around and rushed towards Chao Yunfeng.

There are many rooms in Chao Yunfeng, Zhou Xuanlan chose one to stay, Shen Liuxiang didn't bother and went back to the room.

Close the door.

I was about to drink some water, but the microphone in my arms suddenly became hot.

"I received the news that the sect master is back," Ling Hua said in a lazy voice, as if he was drinking. He took two gulps before continuing, "Don't say I didn't warn you."

Shen Liuxiang: "What do you mean?"

"Don't you want to wait for the Sect Master to come back and ask for Sheng Minguo to give Ye Bingran."

Shen Liuxiang moved in his heart.

Sheng Minguo, the most useful spiritual fruit below the God Transformation Realm, in the novel, Shen Liuxiang did get it, but he turned around and gave it to Ye Bingran, and Ye Bingran gave it back to Su Baiche.

After some turnover, Su Baiche became the biggest winner.

"I don't give it to him, I want it myself."

Ling Hua was shocked, sat up from the roof, put down the jug, "Say it again!"

"Fat water doesn't flow to outsiders' fields," Shen Liu said loudly, "I'd rather use it as a snack for you than give it to him."

"Thank you for your kindness. My constitution is different, so I don't need a spirit fruit." Ling Hua wanted to cry excitedly, "I've been so worried lately that I can't sleep at night, but I can't bear to let the holy fruit fall into the hands of others. You know that you feel bad for your baby!"

Over the years, whenever a good thing is given to Shen Liuxiang, it will be in Ye Bingran's hands the next day.

But he was very angry!

Right now, the most suitable person for the sect to eat the Shengming Fruit is Shen Liuxiang.

"What do I want?" Shen Liuxiang asked.

Ling Hua pondered for a moment: "Last time in Lingxiao Hall, the sect master broke that strand of hair. You made a move to make the sect master retreat."

Shen Liuxiang was surprised.

Senior Brother Ling Ye, the current Sect Master of Qingling, one of the best figures in the cultivation world, and a big monster in the late stage of Spirit Transformation.

If he has this ability, can he fight until Ling Ye retreats?

"I was terrified at that time, and the sect master was also terrified," Ling Hua said after drinking a sip of wine, "You put the swagger on your neck, your subordinates worked so hard, and blood splattered in the blink of an eye, and you almost couldn't save you. already."

Shen Liuxiang: "...Oh."

Killing yourself.

What a powerful tool.

"However, there is no need to ask Sheng Minguo like this," Ling Hua smiled, "I hope you will step into the realm of God Transformation as soon as possible. At that time, my Qing Ling Zong will strengthen and become the number one sect in the cultivation world is not a dream."

Ling Hua said, and began to talk about Ling Zong's great cause for thousands of years.

Over there, Shen Liuxiang was lying on the couch, closing his eyes silently.

"hold on!"

Ye Er listened to the people in the room breathing steadily, and he couldn't miss the opportunity. He immediately turned into the room through the half-open window, and Ye Yi held him down, "Xianjun must have done it on purpose, to lure us in and wipe them out."

Ye Er shook him off: "According to the secret legend, Shen Liuxiang is an empty-shell Nascent Soul, so don't be afraid."

After all, he jumped into the window.

Ye Yi was so frightened that his face turned pale, but at this time there was no way to retreat, so he could only bite the bullet and keep up.

Linghua babbled for a long time, and found that there was no response from the other side of the microphone, his face was ashen, and he shouted: "Wake up for me!"

The deafening roar flew into his ears, and Shen Liuxiang was so frightened that he opened his eyes.

He and the two disciples in front of the bed looked at each other.

"…"

Ye Er said nothing, picked up the black and dirty cloth bag in his hand, and covered the head of the person on the couch.

Ye Yi was so frightened that everyone was dizzy, and couldn't help but scolded: "Idiot, use a sword anyway! What's the use of this broken bag picked up in the wasteland! Xianjun can backhand, can... eh, why is Xianjun? Don't move?"

Shen Liuxiang stared straight in front of his eyes.

The moment he was put on the black cloth bag, he felt dizzy, as if he was forcibly pulled into another time and space, and then his vision completely darkened and he lost consciousness.

A drop of water fell on his cheek, and Shen Liuxuan woke up.

Ye Yi, who bounced water on his face, took a staggered step back like a frightened bird.

"Xian, Xianjun."

After Shen Liuxiang fainted for a while, he was carried by the two disciples of Jianzong to a nearby wood and tied to a thick tree stump with ropes.

Ye Er found a stone and concentrated on sharpening his sword.

Ye Yi was as anxious as a hot pot of ants.

He never thought that Ye Er, the second idiot, would actually succeed in tying Xianjun.

It's over!

Qing Lingzong won't let them go, and it is estimated that Huijianzong is just two corpses.

wrong.

It must not be revealed that they belong to the Beilun Sword Sect, otherwise, it may cause a war between the two immortals!

"I am a disciple of Beilun Sword Sect, Ye Er."

Ye Yi was stunned.

Shen Liuxiang was stunned and looked at a tall boy.

Ye Er held a long sword and put it across his neck, saying every word, and said angrily: "Shen Liuxiang, you know what's wrong!"

Shen Liuxiang: "..."

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, Ye Er's eyes reddened with anger: "You dare to whip Jian Zun, how can't you bear it!"

Between the light and flint, Shen Liuxiang remembered who this person was.

Ye Er, Ye Bingran's number one fanboy.

Aiwu Jiwu took care of Su Baiche in every possible way, and later died to save him. He was an important person who promoted the relationship between Su Baiche and Ye Bingran.

Shen Liuxiang blinked.

Ye Er is a person who does things regardless of the consequences. There is no doubt that if he dares to say that Ye Bing Ran is not good, his neck will be cold.

"You misunderstood," Shen Liuxiang leaned back against the tree trunk, "This is what Ye Bingran and I negotiated, and it's just acting in public."

Where can Ye Er believe: "God whips Jianzun to the flesh, and it counts as acting?"

"The whipping is on him, and the pain is in my heart," Shen Liuxiang said in a heavy tone, "but he asked me to do this, and this gentleman is helpless."

Ye Er said coldly: "Nonsense, why did Jianzun want others to beat him."

Shen Liuxiang's black eyelashes drooped slightly, and there was a look of struggle and entanglement on his face. After a long while, he sighed, "Forget it, it's okay to tell you."

Ye Er was taken aback: "What?"

Shen Liuxiang gritted his teeth and said loudly: "You Jianzun actually likes others to beat him. The more painful it is, the better he feels!"

Ye Er frowned, digesting the meaning of the words.

On the contrary, Ye Yi reacted immediately and became furious, "Don't talk nonsense! How could Jian Zun have such an unremarkable hobby!"

"I know you can't accept it for a while," Shen Liu said in a slow voice, "Actually, I just knew about it not long ago, so I made a ruthless attack on Bing Ran in front of everyone's eyes, otherwise you think, I admire you so much, how could I be hurt? he!"

Ye Yi's expression gradually stiffened, vaguely believing.

The disciples of Jianzong know how deep Shen Liuxiang's admiration for Ye Bingran is, and he suddenly changed his personality.

But if interpreted in this way, everything makes sense.

Shen Liuxiang whipped Jianzun hard, in fact, to satisfy him, and then to please him...

Ye Yi shuddered.

Could it be that Sword Master really...

"No," Ye Er said, "Jianzun glared at you angrily when he left. If he really likes you to beat him, why would he do this?"

"That's a code," Shen Liu said calmly, "to signal to me that he is satisfied, and come back next time."

Ye Er was stunned and slowly put down his sword: "Really?"

Shen Liuxiang's face was serious: "If you don't believe me, I can swear that if this gentleman told a lie before, there will be nothing with Ye Bingran in this life..."

"Enough! I believe in Xianjun!"

Ye Er shouted, moved to tears, and immediately went to untie the rope.

Ye Yi was also instantly convinced.

According to what Shen Liuxiang said before, if he can't be with Ye Bingran in this life, he might as well enter Huangquan early. Now, he dares to swear this, which is more reliable than a life guarantee!

Loosen.

Shen Liu rang out, rubbed his wrist, and his eyes fell on the black cloth bag on the ground.

He thought of a magic weapon.

The star flower bag, famous in the hands of Su Baiche in the later period, is so powerful that even a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm can put it in it and is powerless to resist.

Shen Liuxiang was about to go over to take a look.

His body suddenly trembled, and the spiritual power in his body became restless. He took a deep breath and tried to control the operation of the spiritual power, but in vain.

"Xianjun, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Yi wanted to help, but was pushed away by an invisible coercion beside Shen Liuxiang, and flew upside down for dozens of miles.

Wow, vomited blood.

Ye Er hurried over and helped him up.

Ye Yi was in severe pain, covering her chest and barely raising her head, her eyes widened suddenly.

"This is... about to break through?!"

"Transfiguration Realm!!"

Above Chaoyun Peak, a large amount of spiritual energy suddenly gathered, sweeping the surrounding peaks.

Heaven and earth change color.

Around Chaoyun Peak, no one can get close.

The disciples in the sect went out one after another and looked towards the place where the spiritual energy was most concentrated.

"I have never seen such a terrifying coercion, who is breaking through?!"

"Could it be that who has broken through to Nascent Soul, there shouldn't be such a big movement... Could it be that it was a shock to the God Realm!"

"That direction is Chaoyun Peak, could it be Shen Xianjun?!"

In the blink of an eye, Chao Yunfeng was blocked everywhere.

Ling Hua arrived at the first time and set up a barrier to prevent anyone from disturbing Shen Liuxiang and impacting the divine realm.

His face was half ecstasy, half maddened.

In the ten years of Shen Liuxiang, his cultivation has not improved at all, and now he is about to break through suddenly, which scares him.

If Shen Liuxiang can break through to the realm of deity tonight, it will be a great event for Qing Lingzong. If he fails, the consequences will be unimaginable...

Time flies.

The atmosphere in the Qingling Sect became more and more dignified, and even the air became anxious, and everyone's heart was hanging with a string that was tensed to the extreme.

Before you know it, the night fades away.

The first ray of light at dawn shines on Chaoyun Peak, the spiritual energy above is restored to a stable level, and all sounds are silent.

Zhou Xuanlan stepped on the leaves all over the ground, looking for Shen Liuxiang's figure everywhere.

On the ground were two disciples who didn't know whether to live or die. Zhou Xuanlan walked over and walked for dozens of miles, and saw a pile of bulging clothes on the thick roots of the tree.

It was Shen Liuxiang's clothes, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Master."

Zhou Xuanlan called out.

Suddenly, the bulging robe moved.

A little boy with pink makeup and jade carving, with difficulty popping his head out of his robe.

He stretched out his white and tender little hands, wrapped his wide coat around the smooth little body, then looked at Zhou Xuanlan and blinked his dark and sharp eyes.

"Well, you're here." Shen Liu said in a milky voice.