“Come! Draw the incomplete copies you’ve seen. Before your master appears, I might be able to give you some guidance.”
The old Taoist priest: "..."
A hundred years ago, he already knew what kind of person Wen Jingge was. She was proud and incredibly lazy. If it was something or someone she wasn't interested in, she wouldn't lift a finger, and might even destroy it if she found it in the way. But if it was something she truly loved...
For example, she wouldn't do anything like this now.
"Immortal Master..."
"Don't call me Immortal Master, call me Eunuch. When you call me Immortal Master, I feel like I'm already dead." Realizing something, she covered her mouth. "Yes, I am dead. Call me whatever you want!"
"You know the Six-Fingered Demon of the Qin, right?" the old Taoist asked as he drew the incomplete scroll. Wen Jinge was trying to give him some pointers, so he had to give her something in return. "To be honest, I came here to find him on someone's behalf."
"Oh, what's your relationship with me?"
She was almost about to blurt out that the person was herself.
"The Demon Saintess Bei Mo Ling, the eunuch may not know, suffered a great loss at the Xuan Yun Sect last time."
"Really? Is there such a person?" She looked at her two disciples. Lu Wei hadn't been stuffed into Qiao Yu's body yet, and Qiao Yu had long since disappeared.
Who can prove that the Six-Fingered Qin Demon is indeed Wen Jinge, the master of Wanzhang Peak?
The old Taoist ignored her. "Years ago, I owed someone a favor, a favor, a favor."
"Hmm, and then what?"
"One task is to take the Six-Fingered Demon to see the Holy Maiden, and the other is to take your disciple to find the Demon Lord's clone. You only need to complete one of the two tasks."
"Hmm." Wen Jingge was a good listener, nodding and waiting for the speaker to continue.
"Then..." The old Taoist priest said with a hint of sarcasm, speaking to himself, "then your disciple already has a demon within him."
Lu Wei glared at him and remained vigilant beside Wen Jingge.
"It seems you were aware of this."
“Yes, I gave it to him.” Wen Jingge patted his shoulder and smiled slightly. “There was originally another one, which was given to me, but it got scared, so I destroyed it.”
Lu Wei glared at her again.
"Don't glare. You should be aloof and reserved, giving people a subtle sense of distance. That's the kind of persona that's attractive."
Lu Wei rolled her eyes at her: What nonsense is this woman spouting now!
"If you do anything that doesn't fit your character again, I'll stuff you into the body of a dying old man."
"That little one is back again." He closed his eyes, wanting to use this to give Wen Jingge a hard time.
But to his surprise, the other party didn't care at all. "I know we signed a friendly treaty, and it's not allowed to get involved unless it's a major issue. Next time, unless I die, it won't come out to clean up the mess."
Lu Wei was speechless. Then, thinking back to the scene when she borrowed the lightning last time, she silently lit an incense stick for "non-existent" in her heart.
"Now?"
"A dying man's words are good."
Lu Wei opened his eyes. The old Taoist priest who had been drawing the blueprints stopped moving. Only Liang Si stepped forward without any surprise and put the finished drawing into her storage bag. "Old man, my master is a very good person, but he lacks something in terms of character, so..."
He bowed to the old Taoist priest and said, "I thank you on behalf of my master."
Lu Wei nudged Wen Jingge, "What are you doing?"
"He's a demon! I need a demon!" Wen Jingge clicked her tongue when she saw him still in a daze. "Villains always have the most to say before they die. Now that you've said everything, shouldn't you be on your way? How did you become the God of War ten thousand years ago? Where's your brain?"
"Slept, slept for too long?" Lu Wei scratched his head.
Seeing the demonic zither sword rushing towards him, the old Taoist was stunned, "Immortal Master is..."
"Weren't you looking for the Six-Fingered Demon of the Harp?" She pointed to Qiao Yu, who was in Lu Wei's form, took his hand, and held a sword that emanated purple demonic energy. "This disciple of mine is it! Look! Isn't this the Demon Harp Sword? He was a great demon ten thousand years ago!"
"Wen Jingge!" Lu Wei jumped up like a puppy whose tail had been stepped on, wanting to bite her, but the Demon Harp listened to Wen Jingge's words and led him to stab the old Taoist.
The old Taoist priest didn't even have time to react before he perished under the demonic zither.
What died was not only the physical body, but also the escaped soul, which was also pulverized.
"Wen Jingge!" Lu Wei grabbed her collar, feeling like he'd been tricked and used as a pawn. "What did you just do!"
"Are you scared?" Her gaze was cold, her eyes like those of a venomous scorpion, bearing a striking resemblance to Wen Jinge in the previous illusion. Lu Wei silently released his grip and took a step back.
He then turned his gaze to Liang Si, whose eyes were fixed on his master, as if he was convinced that his master would never do anything wrong in his life.
“This guy is beyond saving.” Wen Jingge picked up his robes and pulled out some valuables. She had just found them when she told Liang Si to put them away. “Didn’t you hear what he said? Two missions.”
"So what?"
"It's nothing much, I've fulfilled his wish."
"Um?"
"Master... to be honest, when you first appeared on Qiao Yu, I was very afraid of you."
Lu Wei: ...
Liang Si felt somewhat at a loss, and also felt pity. "But not now, because I understand why Master trusts you so much."
"Why?"
"Because you are so naive and innocent, you don't seem like the kind of person who would become a demon."
"..." Lu Wei: He seemed to have been insulted.
"The Grandmaster must have been affected as well!" Liang Si asked him. "Did the Grandmaster see anything?"
"I didn't see anything." Lu Wei ignored him.
Wen Jingge is a big bad guy, and Liang Si is a little bad guy. Neither of them are good people.
"Master, Master is indeed giving him a way to be free. It is true that he is a demon cultivator and has fallen into demonic possession, but the real benefactor should be Master."
What does this mean?
"He was injured by a demonic cultivator and was called a beast by his master. If you were him, would you knowingly try to complete the task even if it meant sacrificing your life?"
"Wouldn't that be stupid? Unless I'm already dying, I might as well do someone a favor and give it away."
Lu Wei blurted it out, then suddenly froze, "I..."
Has he been too influenced by Wen Jingge lately, and his speculations about her are full of malice?
"Would you give a rare, incomplete manuscript to your enemy?"
"Won't……"
Seeing his dejected look, Wen Jingge wanted to laugh even more: "No, no, you're so listless, like you're about to cry. I don't know how the Sword God managed to kill his enemies and wipe out his entire clan ten thousand years ago. I think you've been hypnotized—"
The laughter stopped abruptly, and her face returned to its indifferent state, as if this was her natural, original self.
"Huh?" Lu Wei didn't understand what hypnosis was, but Wen Jinge's expression told him that it was very likely true.
"Never mind." She stopped talking and pointed at the old Taoist priest, who was now completely covered in dust. "Respected Sword God, is there anything else you don't understand?"
Lu Wei shook his head, then suddenly said, "I've thought of a place—"
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