Strange things happen frequently

Until the boy, in a daze, put his palm to the mouth between them.

“Hmm…”

"It's itchy, be quiet."

When the last sentence came out of Xiao Cha's sleepy mouth, it contained a hint of coquettishness, which made people feel their hearts and bones melt.

Almost instantly.

The tips of Song Liubai's ears started burning, and his neck was stained with a light red. A bright light flashed in his eyes, and he became quiet like a puppy that had received a reward.

After three breaths, Song Liubai tentatively and carefully stuffed himself into the quilt.

As the warm breath approached, the person with a naturally void constitution immediately came forward.

Song Liubai's heart seemed to be filled with something. He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and gently put his arms around the boy's waist.

Bringing the two of them incredibly close.

This distance was enough for Song Liubai to let go of his nervous mind.

*

The main hall of Liuli Sect was brightly lit.

As soon as Hu Qianji came back from the foot of the mountain, he was summoned away by an urgent order.

He walked quickly and hurried to the hall.

On the high platform, Nangong Ye supported his head with one hand, closed his eyes, and had a look of annoyance on his face. His hands were piled with the bonds issued within the sect in the past few days.

When Hu Qianji walked into the hall, he quietly felt the stiff atmosphere in the air. He pursed his lips and put his worries deep in his heart.

"Master."

Hu Qianji bowed and looked up, and suddenly found that there was a young man standing next to Nangong Ye on the high platform.

The young man was quite handsome, but there were some strange wrinkles around the corners of his eyes, and his skin was so pale that it was almost sickly, as if he hadn't seen the sun in ten years.

"Such a big thing happened in the sect. As the young sect leader, where have you been?" Nangong Ye's tone was cold. He opened his eyes slightly, and there was an imperceptible conspiracy in his eyes.

"My disciple saw a strange sight appear in the sky, so he went to watch it."

Hu Qianji said honestly, his eyes unconcealedly wandering around the young man.

"Oh, have you found that wonder?" Nangong Ye pretended to be confused even though he knew the truth.

He had already received the news the moment Hu Qianji left the sect, and knew the purpose of this trip.

The face of the 'uninvited guest' flashed through Hu Qianji's mind, and he said hoarsely, "I have found it. The treasure is the second best sword in the world - the Demon-Slaying Sword. However, I am unable to snatch the Demon-Slaying Sword from the thief's hands."

"What!! Waste!"

"You can't even hold a sword today, how dare I pass the position of sect leader to you in the future!" Nangong Ye glanced at him coldly, with a look of complete disgust.

Hu Qianji lowered his head and let him scold him.

Rumors of discord within the Liuli Sect have been circulating for years. Hu Qianji has been the young sect leader for more than a decade and is more aware of the depths of the situation.

He knew very well that the relationship between master and disciple was as thin as paper on the surface, and Nangong Ye had been even more hostile to him in recent years. If Nangong Ye was not eliminated, he was afraid that he would never be able to sit in the position in front of him.

"Master is right. I will definitely learn from my mistakes someday." When Hu Qianji said the last few words, he raised his eyes meaningfully. His green eyes were beautiful and mysterious. His gaze passed Nangong Ye and fixed on the young man.

Nangong Ye slightly slanted his eyes. The young man behind him had a gloomy expression and stood behind him, as if he had merged into the wall. He knew clearly that with Hu Qianji's temperament, the young man probably attracted Hu Qianji's attention, and he would definitely check the young man's identity next.

"Ahem." Nangong Ye had already thought of the next words, and said directly: "This is a cultivator from Liu Qing Sect, here to attend the banquet."

Hu Qianji nodded to himself, and quickly looked away, staring deeply at Nangong Ye on the high platform, "Liu Qingzong, you are so familiar with the sect."

"However, I have been away from the mountain for a few days. The sect's affairs happened too suddenly. I wonder if Master will need my help next."

An abrupt change of subject.

Nangong Ye did not answer immediately. Instead, he slowly tapped his fingers on the table again and again. After a meaningful pause, he said, "Of course, let's go down the mountain. Do you know the existence of Yinghua Pavilion?"

Hu Qianji quickly connected the "sudden" appearance of Song Liubai with this "Yinghua Pavilion".

But there were outsiders present, and Nangong Ye actually dared to speak out this ability in public. It was really strange, and his attitude was completely different from usual.

There was always a feeling that Nangong Ye seemed to be "afraid" of the young man behind him.

Hu Qianji gradually began to doubt the young man's identity.

Hu Qianji hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and said half-truthfully, "Disciple, when I went to look for the sword, I met a group of uninvited guests. They were extremely powerful, and before I could get a good look at them, they knocked me out and ran away."

Nangong Ye clenched his fist to his mouth, looking thoughtful. There were very few people in this world who could make Hu Qianji suffer.

It seems that Yinghua Pavilion is not an easy task.

Just when the master and disciple were silent.

The young man who had been silent suddenly stood up, lowered his waist slightly beside Nangong Ye, and his voice as clear as a spring resounded in the hall.

"I seem to have heard of the Pavilion Master of Yinghua Pavilion, but I've never seen him. It's a pity. If such a talent had been accepted into the Liuli Sect earlier, the Liuli Sect wouldn't be in such an awkward situation now."

Nangong Ye was unhappy and frowned.

Nangong Ye asked the Great God Demon Servant to come here to solve this problem, not to listen to him criticize Liuli Sect.

"Young Master, are you trying to say that my Liuli Sect is blind and incompetent?" Hu Qianji opened his mouth and spoke sharply.

The Great Demon Servant stretched out his hands and clasped them together in front of his chest, looking compassionate. He then said, "I never said it out loud, but it's just your personal guess."

"But this man is indeed cunning. It's not surprising that you two suffered at his hands. I have a plan to capture this Pavilion Master alive."

Nangong Ye: "What?"

"Although my current cultivation level is only one-tenth of my peak, when combined with this flute, I can disturb people's hearts. At the very least, it can cause them to be haunted and confuse themselves. At the worst, it can cause them to fall into nightmares, with wronged spirits seeking their lives, and unable to distinguish between reality and dreams."

"And at that time, he will be your fish on the chopping block."

As the great demon servant spoke, he took out a flute from his arms. The flute was completely white, and that white was not ordinary, but bone white.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but when the flute was taken out, I heard the cries and howling of cranes outside the hall.

Nangong Ye couldn't help but look at the magic weapon a few more times.

He immediately understood that this was taken from the hind legs of the Tianshan White Tiger. The spirit of the weapon was extremely domineering and could not be controlled by ordinary people.

Moreover, if the flute stays with one owner for a long time, the hostility in it will grow year by year, until even the owner can no longer bear its hostility and it becomes a complete madman.

Judging from the color of this flute, it is white with a yellowish surface and has a powerful aura. I am afraid that this flute has been in the hands of the great god's demon servant since the day it was made.

Nangong Ye's eyes dimmed.

If this kind of person was not looking for an opportunity to regain his body, why would he bother to join forces with me to deal with a Pavilion Master?

"With you here, my Liuli Sect can rest assured." Hu Qianji took the opportunity to say a few kind words, but the next second he suddenly changed the subject, "Why haven't I heard of this method in the martial arts world?"

Alarm bells rang in Nangong Ye’s mind: “…”

The great demon servant was not in a hurry. He spun the flute in his hand as if it was fun, staring at the flute in his hand, as if he was looking at someone through it.

"My master is not in the sect and prefers quietness. As for the other brothers, they follow the master's temperament and stay in the mountains, not caring about worldly affairs. I have never heard of them. This is normal."

Hu Qianji echoed, "The master's intention is not to be worldly. I admire your indifference to the world. I will definitely pay you a visit someday."

"Look at what kind of person is able to teach such a student."

"Master, if you have nothing else to say, I will leave first." Hu Qianji raised his hand and bowed respectfully, then waited for Nangong Ye's signal before turning around and leaving.

Nangong Ye stared at Hu Qianji's back until he turned the corner and disappeared behind the door, then asked, "How is it?"

"The posture is good, barely usable." The Great God's Demon Servant's face showed no other expression, and he nodded his chin stiffly.

"In that case, he will be yours at the grand banquet in a few days."

"Um."

*

Hu Qianji was walking back to the palace gate without knowing anything. He passed through the small bamboo corridor over the pond and met Hu Maner at a few turns.

Hu Man'er seemed to have been waiting there for a long time, and then walked into the darkness, following closely behind Hu Qianji.

Hu Man'er: "Young Sect Master, a letter has arrived from the demon tribe."

Hu Qianji stopped and looked around. Sensing that there was no one else around, he fixed his gaze on the withered lotus leaf in the small pond.

Hu Man'er pulled out the letter from his bosom. "It's been a while since we last met. Young Master Fox, are you well? The demon tribe has recently received news that the second-best sword in the world has been unsheathed. I observed the celestial phenomena at night and found that the man who wields this sword has an extraordinary destiny and holds two lives. The contract between you and me still stands. If you have any requests or thoughts, please tell me everything. I only want to help me capture the man who wields this sword."

Hu Qianji's eyes, which were originally narrowed, opened slightly, revealing a green light, which was so dark that it was unfathomable.

"You came all this way just to tell me this?"

"Humph, this guy is with me too. I can't let him go."

"Young Master, I have another letter that you need to open in person." Hu Maner handed another piece of letter to him.

"Oh~ This guy is quite serious." Hu Qianji said as he opened the dark lined paper.

There were not as many words as in the first letter.

But Hu Qianji took a very long time to read the letter. It was only after a long time that he closed it, and then he tore up the letter, which turned into ashes in his hands.

Hu Qianji's face turned ashen, and his originally steady heartbeat suddenly jumped twice, and then a bloodthirsty and evil smile immediately appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Give orders! The sect's unsheathed 'sharp blade' should see blood. Action will be taken in three days. All the elders in the sect can be killed, but not all of them."

"Otherwise... the old sect leader will be angry and complain that I didn't leave him some companions on the road to the underworld."

Hu Maner nodded, "Yes."

"Keep an eye on the young man next to the old sect leader for me. Don't touch him unless it's absolutely necessary." Hu Qianji raised his hand and waved, indicating that the people behind him could leave.

For a long time, Hu Qianji stood on the bamboo corridor, without moving, just staring at the broken lotus leaves from afar with interest.

There seems to be another bud wrapped around the lotus leaf, but unfortunately the bud grows too crooked and is blocked by the lotus leaf, making it impossible to see clearly. Will it bloom in the future, or will it die in the mud like this broken leaf?

"The century-old demon god has awakened, and the world is about to return to the turbulent situation of a hundred years ago."

"Heh~ What a coincidence! A person whose seven souls and six spirits have been scattered can still be alive."