06 That person’s heart has long been unable to accommodate others

The White Plum House in the Imperial City.

In a magnificent royal garden, the morning breeze blew up and down the white curtains hanging between the corridors.

The terraces and waterside pavilions smelled of flowers, and the courtyard was just full of white plum blossoms covered with snow.

The flowers and the terraces complemented each other, and the man in blue sitting on the corridor was set off.

The man sat upright, and his every move revealed a very refined and elegant look.

His temperament was absolutely elegant.

There was another person sitting opposite the man, and the two were playing chess.

If he had the leisure to play chess so early in the morning, he must be a leisurely person.

Nangong Qing held the black chess piece in his hand and placed it on the chessboard in front of him. He said confidently, "You lost again."

The man opposite him didn't even look at him, but directly clasped his fists and complimented him, "Lord Siming is more talented than others. Even the emperor can't beat him. I definitely

can't beat Lord Siming, hehe." Nangong Qing looked up at the other person nonchalantly, with a faint smile on his face, "Is it that you can't beat him, or don't want to play?"

"This..." The man buried his head, "Of course I can't beat him, I'm stupid, I really can't beat him!"

Nangong Qing chuckled, threw all the chess pieces in his hand back into the chess basket, and stood up without saying a word.

A white plum blossom was brought into the corridor from outside by the wind as expected.

Nangong Qing stood under the eaves of the corridor, raised his hand to receive a piece of white plum blossom, and stared at it carefully with a quiet look.

Between the slender and clean palms, the tiny stamens bloomed in the palms, and were gradually warmed by the temperature of the palms.

The person next to him waited for a long time before he dared to bow and ask in a low voice: "Well... if the Lord Sima Ming has nothing to do, I will take my leave first."

"Well, go down."

Just as Nangong Qing finished speaking, another person came in from the small path in the courtyard. The

person was the Junior Sima Ming Cheng Yuan.

Seeing that the two bosses were present, the man knew that there must be something important to say, so he left without looking back.

Cheng Yuan waited until the man had completely walked away before he bowed to Nangong Qing and said, "Last night, our people stationed in the Wuji Sect reported to me that they felt the unusual movement of "Nian Chen." "

"Oh?"

Nangong Qing did not have much emotional reaction to hearing this, and was still looking at the white plum blossom in the palm of his hand, "Then, those two people rushed over?"

"Yes. The leader and the Demon Lord arrived together, and they even fought."

"Hehehe..." Nangong Qing stared at the white plum blossom in the palm of his hand and smiled helplessly, "These two people still fight as soon as they meet."

"However, it seems that the leader did not win the fight, and was injured by the Demon Lord."

This sentence finally caught Nangong Qing's attention. He raised his head, frowned slightly, "Never fought? It shouldn't be."

Nangong Qing knew the strength of this senior brother very well. He

was a unique sword-cultivating genius in the world. He inherited his master's legacy very early and was known as the "Sword Immortal". He was even one step away from becoming an immortal.

As for the junior brother, although he started a little late, his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds after he entered the devil's way, and he killed people everywhere after becoming the Demon Lord.

The strength of these two people should be comparable.

Nangong Qing didn't care anymore: "Well, let's go on, what happened later."

"After the fight, it was naturally unpleasant. But the Demon Lord carried a sword-cultivating disciple from the sect back to the demon world."

"Which sword-cultivating disciple?"

"It's the weirdo who has no spiritual roots but forced his way into a big sect. "

"I remember that it seemed that he was kneeling outside the sect for three days and three nights and was about to die, so the sect leader felt sorry for him and kept him."

"In the end, he was kept, but was repeatedly rejected by his fellow disciples, and his life was not very good."

"Well, I heard that the two worlds were negotiating peace, and the Demon Lord insisted that a sword-cultivating disciple marry him, but this weirdo was voted in by the sect unanimously, and was directly carried away by the Demon Lord."

"Huh? Is there such a thing?" Nangong Qing couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

He was not laughing at the stupidity of the sword-cultivating disciple, but at how his little junior brother would suddenly want to marry.

After all, that person's heart had no room for anyone else.

"It's true. Cheng Yuan thought he didn't believe it, and said confidently: "It has spread among the people, with mixed opinions, but most people still think it is a good thing to marry the Demon Lord."

"Good thing..."

Based on Nangong Qing's understanding of this junior brother, it is definitely not a good thing.

The sword cultivator who was forced to marry could live for more than a day, and his body was full of the four characters "not destined to die".