The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

After walking for a day in this mountain forest, we came out of Kongsang Mountain.

After spending the night in the barren mountains, the two of them went up the official road. Not only did the road become wider, but also the number of people gradually increased.After asking about the direction of the road, we headed north.

At noon that day, it was the middle of the day and it was very hot. After driving for a long time, the two of them saw a small tea stall on the roadside, propped under a big tree beside the road. There were already five or six guests sitting inside. Looking at the shade, I walked over, bought a bowl of tea to drink, and sat down to rest.

The tea at this small tea stall was actually refreshing and thirst-quenching. After Zhang Xiaofan drank a bowl, he immediately felt comfortable, as if the day was no longer so hot.

Although he didn't understand why Song Xing gave up flying with his sword and walked on foot instead, he always had an inexplicable admiration for Song Xing in his heart. He would do whatever Song Xing asked him to do.

At this moment, a gentle voice was heard from the side of the road: "Boss, bring me a bowl of tea."

A rare breeze blew by at noon, causing the branches and leaves on the big trees to sway, and bits of broken sun shone through and scattered to the ground. The tea stall owner, who was in his 50s, agreed and leaned over to pour tea. Zhang Xiaofan inadvertently looked over and could no longer take his eyes back.

A middle-aged literati, with thin eyebrows and a square face, looks elegant, but his eyes are piercing, and his forehead is full, but in this elegance, he has an aura of dignity without anger. , exquisite and translucent, with a hint of auspiciousness, you can tell it's not ordinary at a glance.

As soon as the middle-aged scribe walked in, the five or six guests who were drinking tea at the tea stall, including himself, were all silent and speechless, suppressed by this man's aura.

The scribe entered the tea stall, took the tea offered by the boss, sat down casually, and began to taste the tea slowly.

The guests who were still chatting and laughing around them all fell silent now. The atmosphere in the tea stall was strangely quiet for a while, but the middle-aged scribe was the only one who was calm and composed, unaware of the situation around him and drinking alone there. Tea break.

After a while, the other guests either had enough rest or finished their tea and left one by one to pay their bills. The boss came over to clear away the bowls. Under the big tree, only Song Xing, Zhang Xiaofan and Zhang Xiaofan were left. The three middle-aged scribes.

Zhang Xiaofan sat for a while and saw that Song Xing had rested. Just when he was thinking about checking out and leaving, he suddenly heard a voice behind him: "Two little brothers."

Looking back, it was the middle-aged scribe who spoke.

The middle-aged scribe looked Zhang Xiaofan up and down and said, "The journey is lonely. I like these two little brothers. Come over and have a chat. I don't mind."

Zhang Xiaofan felt a little strange and subconsciously glanced at Song Xing. Song Xing raised his head and looked at the middle-aged scribe with a half-smile: "We meet by chance, we are strangers. What do you want to talk to us two guys about, sir?"

The middle-aged scribe didn't seem to notice Song Xing's unwelcomeness. He came to sit in front of the two of them with a smile and introduced himself: "My surname is Wan, and my cursive character is renglu."

"Everyone is going!"

Zhang Xiaofan recited it in his mind. This name sounds ordinary, but it makes people feel like a warrior. Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help but look at him. The faces of these thousands of people were gentle, but the power between their brows seemed to be born with them. , is actually extremely heavy, and with this name, there is a vague intention to rule the masses.

Seeing that Song Xing did not stop ten thousand people from sitting down, Zhang Xiaofan sat back again and said, "My name is Zhang Xiaofan, and my senior brother's surname is Song."

After Ten Thousand People sat down, he said with a smile: "The two of you are majestic, and you are not ordinary people at first glance. Let me take a bold guess, are you both practitioners?"

Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan was a little surprised, Wan Wan went on to say, "Don't get me wrong, I have been traveling all over the world for many years and am a non-traditional cultivator with no family or sect. Today I met two talented people, so I just wanted to come forward and get to know each other. I have no other intention." Song Xing put down the water glass, looked at him, and said word by word: "Your Majesty, you are joking. Your Majesty's Ghost Dao skills, no matter how unworthy Qingyun's disciples are, they will not become friends with people from the Demon Sect."

Zhang Xiaofan stood up suddenly, nervously pulled out the fire stick and pointed it at Ten Thousand People.

He had no doubts about Song Xing's words. Although the middle-aged scribe seemed to be a man of immortality, since Song Xing said that he was a member of the devil's path, he was definitely not wrong.

Thousands of people were sitting there, as if they didn't feel Zhang Xiaofan pointing the magic weapon at him. Instead, they looked at Song Xing intently, with a somewhat incomprehensible look in his eyes: "Good eyesight, I thought that only Tian Buyi was the number one person in Dazhu Peak." , I didn’t expect Tian Buyi to have a successor.”

Song Xing said calmly: "If nothing happens to you, please leave."

He knew that the ghost king who was going there was the ghost king, the leader of the ghost king clan. He was mysterious, profound, and scheming. He showed up this time because of Zhang Xiaofan.

Seeing Song Xing sitting there looking helpless, with no flaws in his body, and a faint murderous intention targeting him, the Ghost King knew that the Dazhu Peak disciple in front of him was not as easy to fool as Zhang Xiaofan, so he simply said: " That's right, I'm here for the magic weapon in this little brother's hand."

Zhang Xiaofan was shocked when he heard this, his eyes subconsciously looked at the magic weapon in his hand, and a sense of fear emerged in his heart.

The Ghost King glanced at the fire stick and said, "Brother Zhang, does this magic weapon contain your blood essence?"

Zhang Xiaofan was shocked. Suddenly, the horrific scene in the deep valley behind Dazhu Peak flashed through his mind. He pointed at thousands of people and said, "What, what did you say?"

Looking at Zhang Xiaofan's shocked expression, the Ghost King knew that he had expected it well. He seemed to lower his head slightly, as if he remembered something, and sighed vaguely, saying: "You don't know, the beads on this stick are actually It’s a sacred object of the Demonic Cult.”

Zhang Xiaofan became more and more frightened, almost holding his breath, but there was a voice deep in his heart, as if he was sneering: "You should have known it, you should have known it, this stick is so evil, it is naturally a demon." The evil thing taught.”

"This bead is a relic of the black-hearted old man, the founder of the Demon Sect, 800 years ago." The Ghost King's words were like nails driven into Zhang Xiaofan's heart word by word. "The name is 'Blood-devouring Bead'."

Before Zhang Xiaofan could speak, he looked at him meaningfully and said slowly: "This short black stick is extremely evil. The black light is smooth and restrained. If a person comes close to it, it will not be within three feet, and the energy and blood in the whole body will be destroyed." He died because of the evil spirit that forced him to pour into his heart."

"If I'm not mistaken, this is a treasure made from the fusion of two magic weapons. By chance, it fell into your hands, little brother. I think you are blessed with deep luck."

He looked at Zhang Xiaofan who looked lost, a sneer flashed in his eyes, and then he was slightly startled when he saw Song Xing.

Song Xing looked at him expressionlessly, with no trace of shock or anger at his junior brother's possession of a monster. It was completely different from the reaction he expected.

There was a cold smile on Song Xing's lips: "If the Ghost King Sect obtains this kind of magic treasure, wouldn't it be the icing on the cake for the Ghost King to unify the Demon Sect? Why don't you come and take this magic treasure from my junior brother? "

The Ghost King was shocked and couldn't figure out why Song Xing would recognize his identity. Since he succeeded as Ghost King, his whereabouts have been mysterious. Very few people in the right path have seen his true face. Even within the Ghost King Sect, except for a few high-level officials, Very few people know his true identity.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the fear in his heart and said, "I just saw that this little brother has a rare treasure, so I just gave him a few words of advice. Since you suspect that I have ulterior motives, that's all."