Wei Qiongyin said, "Big Brother, now I finally understand why so many female and male cultivators fall in love with you at first sight. It's just like what that folk song says. Hey, how does it go? It seems the lyrics are like this, something about there being an immortal on the mountain..."
Luo Jianqing's face darkened: "Junior sister!"
Wei Qiongyin restrained her smile and said no more.
洛渐清不知从什么时候开始，太华山竟然流传起了一支山歌。这山歌真是令他头疼不已，歌词……歌词实在太露|骨了，完全就是一首情歌！记得当初解子濯曾经当着他的面唱过一次，洛渐清直接将解子濯揍得三天不能自理。
Tell me, what normal monk would sing this kind of love song every day?
Although Wei Qiongyin only uttered one line of the lyrics, the Buddhist disciple nearby heard it. The disciple fiddled with his Buddhist beads and walked over to sit next to Luo Jianqing. Before Luo Jianqing could even greet him, the disciple said, "Amitabha, I've heard of a famous folk song on Mount Taihua. I wonder what it is. Could you explain it to me, Brother Luo?"
Luo Jianqing: "..."
From that point on, Luo Jianqing ignored the Buddhist disciple. No matter how much the Buddhist disciple pestered him, he refused to reveal a single word. When they had trudged a long way to the Demonic Palace, the Buddhist disciple gazed at Luo Jianqing's back and sighed, "Is that how Taihua Mountain guards its sect's secrets?"
Wei Qiongyin was passing by and stopped when she heard this: "Because that song is sung for the eldest brother."
The Buddhist disciple's eyes lit up, and he bowed with a smile: "Amitabha, Donor Wei seems to understand very well, I wonder if you can help me solve this doubt?"
Wei Qiongyin thought for a moment and said, "I'm embarrassed to sing that song, but it's okay to tell you the lyrics. It goes like this..."
After a long time, the loud laughter of the Buddhists could be heard from the vast red soil.
Luo Jianqing glanced back at the Buddhist disciple in surprise, seemingly confused as to what was going on with his friend. But when they arrived in front of the Demon Mountain in the Demon Dao Palace, the Buddhist disciple quietly approached and said to Luo Jianqing, "I also think that Yuxiao Peak is a famous fairy mountain on the Xuantian Continent. Fellow Daoist Luo's appearance is like that of an immortal, enough to make one fall in love with him at first sight. However, Fellow Daoist Luo, I never thought that you had lived through such a difficult life in the past. I admire you."
When he heard the word "fairy mountain", Luo Jianqing's mouth twitched, and when he listened further, his face turned dark.
Who leaked that inexplicable folk song to the Buddhist?!
Wei Qiongyin passed by with a sword in her arms.
The Demonic Palace stood atop a high mountain, surrounded by steep cliffs. A single blood-red palace loomed within, emanating an overwhelming aura. The palace was a crimson red, as if drenched in blood. Its summit was pointed, like a sword piercing the heavens.
When everyone was walking at the bottom of the mountain, they met the mountain guard of the Demon Palace.
The other party was at the middle stage of fusion cultivation. When he saw He Xiao, he frowned in dissatisfaction and informed the Demonic Palace of everyone's purpose.
However, even with the steward's permission, knowing they were all top cultivators from the Thirty-Six States, no one came down the mountain to greet them, and they were still forced to climb step by step. The Soul-Breaking Sect's Second Elder, discontented at being slighted, angrily drew his flying magic weapon and attempted to soar up Demon Mountain. Unexpectedly, he had barely made it ten feet when he was struck down by a black blade.
The Second Elder had already reached the late Mahayana stage, yet he was chopped down by a single blow, which made him extremely ashamed and angry.
Everyone looked up and saw a demon cultivator in white sitting on a dead branch on the mountainside, holding a massive broadsword larger than himself, and looking at them with a beaming smile. The demon cultivator was truly stunningly beautiful, not as elegant and refined as Luo Jianqing, nor as handsome and elegant as Bai Ji. His beauty blurred gender, and if it weren't for his flat chest, he could easily be mistaken for a female cultivator.
However, Luo Jianqing frowned strangely as he looked at this person: Although this person is beautiful, she is still a little inferior to Mo Qiu. But... are all of them demon cultivators so beautiful?
Looking at the tall, burly man He Xiao, Luo Jianqing thought: Not really, isn't there a demon cultivator who looks as handsome as Zhong Kui?
This time, He Xiao didn't need to introduce himself to the crowd. Looking at the white-robed demon cultivator on the dead tree branch, the Second Elder of the Broken Soul Sect angrily shouted, "Qin Guihe, what do you mean by this?! We've come here with good intentions to pay our respects to that Demon Lord, and you dare to stop us?!"
Hearing this, Luo Jianqing was stunned for a moment. He looked up at the white-robed demon cultivator called "Qin Guihe". He saw the other party smile with his hands covering his lips. He glanced at the Second Elder of the Broken Soul Sect with disdain and said with a smile: "What do you mean by asking me, the protector? You old thief Gui Yi, I don't like you. Don't you have ears? I told you to climb up the Demon Mountain by yourself. Climb up! If you can't climb up, get out of here!"
Luo Jianqing: "..."
How come she has such a beautiful voice and looks so pretty, yet speaks so... uh... bluntly?
Elder Gui Yi's face darkened: "You!"
Qin Guihe was happy to ignore him and continued to sit on his dead branch. At some point, he took out a pot of fine wine and began to savor it carefully.
After all, it was on the territory of the Demon Palace, and the strength of the Demon Palace was absolutely terrifying, so everyone had no choice but to walk up the Demon Mountain step by step.
However, Luo Jianqing had only taken two steps when he suddenly heard Qin Guihe laugh and said, "That boy in green clothes, could you be Luo Jianqing from Mount Taihua?"
Luo Jianqing paused, and the entire group stopped and turned to look at him. Even Venerable Yuqingzi looked at Luo Jianqing in surprise. He himself looked at Qin Guihe in confusion and asked, "I am Luo Jianqing from Taihua Mountain. May I know what may be the matter, Senior?"
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