Chapter 809 The Return of the Gods 93
When they saw this familiar face again, their reactions were no better than Feng Zui's.
Tang Lu had seen her disfigured appearance before, and now, watching her recover her appearance that had lasted for more than three thousand years, the man's eyes were stunned and he stood there in shock, unable to recover for a long time.
He Qingsui's reaction was even greater than his. To him, "Quanjiu" was more of a strangeness. He was familiar with the Red Lotus God. Looking at her face that was exactly the same as that of the Red Lotus God, the man's ten fingers hanging by his legs trembled slightly. He took a step forward involuntarily and said in a trembling voice.
"Master?"
Honglian's soul was shattered into pieces, and he thought she would never be able to recover.
Quan Jiu looked at the former cold and upright senior disciple and nodded calmly, acknowledging his identity.
"Well, you've worked hard over the years to establish the temple."
The reason why she chose He Qingsui was because he had a "good family background". His family had been practicing Taoism for generations, and his parents died while eliminating demons. He Qingsui was determined to eliminate all the evil spirits in the world and protect the peace of the people since he was a child. In his heart, there is both righteousness and morality.
When he accepted him in the beginning, Quan Jiu knew that his future was immeasurable, and now, everything has been proven true. The temple's believers are spread all over the place, and it has become the largest immortal cultivation force in the Cangkong Continent.
After more than three thousand years, the eyes of the hall master who was respected and loved by thousands of people instantly turned red when he heard the familiar voice again. He Qingsui blinked, suppressed the moisture in his eyes, tightened his lips, and bowed.
"I am incompetent and have failed to find out who killed our master."
Quan Jiu looked at the Red Lotus Soul dancing not far away, and curled his lips slightly:
"Don't worry, I remember everything."
No one knew that the place where she actually died was the Scar of Sky.
Tang Lu's eyes had been on her since she appeared. He watched her nod gently to He Qingsui, whispering softly, with a lazy smile on her lips.
His gaze was too intense for Quan Jiu to ignore. After she finished speaking to He Qingsui, she slowly turned her head. The moment she met Tang Lu's gaze, the corners of her mouth tightened and her smile disappeared.
"Your Majesty the Demon King wants to steal something from me?"
Tang Lu knew that she was referring to the soul fragment not far away. Before she arrived, he and He Qingsui had been fighting for the soul fragment for a whole day.
He was not wearing a crown today. His waist-length black hair was tied loosely behind his back with a light purple headband. He wore a crimson robe, which made him look less noble and more youthful.
It was this harmless appearance that deceived her and made her take him back to Lingshan.
Meeting her indifferent gaze, Tang Lu's heart sank slightly, and he called out a name he hadn't called out for over three thousand years:
"Ajiu..."
Before she got into trouble, he always called her this and was stubbornly unwilling to call her Master like He Qingsui did.
Quan Jiu: "You are the demon king. I am an immortal, but I cannot teach a disciple as powerful as you."
When she went to the demon world to look for medicine, she encountered a little black snake being bullied many times. The little black snake had low demon power and was beaten black and blue, but it had a strong vitality and survived every time.
When they met for the third time, the little black snake finally became attached to her and followed her closely.
When she ate, he would curl up obediently, hook the chopsticks with his snake tail, and hand them to her in a courteous manner.
She was beautiful and was teased by the monster. He extracted venom from his fangs and rushed out like a small cannonball to teach the monster a lesson.
When she wanted to find some medicinal herbs, he mobilized the snake tribe in the mountains and went to great lengths to find the Hongsha grass for her, which only appears once every thousand years.
…
"You are a demon cultivator, and I am a spiritual cultivator. If you want to become my disciple, you must give up your past cultivation and cultivate spiritual power from scratch. Are you willing?"
"I couldn't ask for more."
…
Quan Jiu didn't want to think about what happened later. She put one hand behind her back and looked at Tang Lu calmly.
"If you want to grab it, then do it."
Tang Lu always looks nonchalant, but at this moment, the corners of his mouth seemed to be hanging with a thousand-pound weight, and he couldn't lift them up.
"I won't fight you."
Quan Jiu didn't believe a word of it. He had concealed his identity as the Demon King and hid beside her. He was well behaved and obedient during the day, but at night he brought his subordinates from the demon world to slaughter the entire Lingyun Sect.
Knowing that she was tracking down the murderer who killed Lingyun Sect, he still looked confused and harmless, pretending to accompany her to investigate the case in the middle of the night. Tang Lu was a complete black-and-white.
"It's been more than three thousand years, and you're still not tired of playing this game?" Quan Jiu doesn't understand the fun of perversion.
Tang Lu tried hard to rediscover his character, diligently playing the role of a sloppy villain, but when he met Quan Jiu's cold eyes, he just felt that this game was boring:
“This time, there’s no acting.”
More than three thousand years ago, he swiftly slaughtered three branches of the demon clan, and successfully sat on the throne of the demon king in the eyes of fear of the demons. The demon world was completely conquered by him, and he had no interest in it. He happened to hear that this god with divine bones actually accepted a disciple who was born with a demonic aura, and he immediately became interested.
The immortal world is full of hypocrites. He doesn't believe that there is any god who would truly treat the evil demon kindly. Most of them are just pretending to do so and keep him under control under the pretext of accepting him as a disciple.
The first time I saw the Red Lotus God was in the human world.
The woman used disguise to cover up her stunning appearance. She was dressed in an ordinary blue cloth shirt and lying in a rocking chair with a book in one hand. The young man next to her rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms, and was working on iron with sweat all over his forehead.
Yes, blacksmithing.
One is the high and mighty Supreme of the Six Realms, and the other is an evil demon who is predicted to destroy the Six Realms in the future. At this moment, they are sitting in a courtyard full of peach and apricot trees in the human world. The only sounds around them are the sound of hammers hitting steel and the occasional crowing of chickens and barking of dogs.
Tang Lu suppressed his shock and thought viciously.
This must be the woman's new trick of torturing her apprentice.
After all, serious cultivators would like to go into seclusion every day and ascend to heaven as soon as possible. Who would waste their cultivation time on forging iron in the mortal world?
She must have deliberately delayed time and didn't want him to practice.
It's so hateful.
Out of pity for his fellow man, or perhaps out of curiosity about this "hypocritical" deity, Tang Lu decided to stay and observe for half a day. During this half day, he saw Quan Jiu commanding Feng Zui to cook and wash clothes. The two of them never practiced cultivation, and they even helped the big orange cat next door deliver five little orange kittens.
"Evil-hearted."
Tang Lu gave an evaluation.
Every person who carries the evil spirit is an unparalleled genius that shocks the six realms. Such a great talent is wasted!
He was hesitating whether to save the "poor" Feng Zui, but Quan Jiu calmly threw a pile of top-quality materials to Feng Zui as if he was throwing away garbage. Feng Zui used that ordinary blacksmith hammer to refine a top-quality artifact.
Tang Lu: “…”
She must have wanted to keep it for herself.
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