Brother Xiuxian became a demon for me

But the next day, Sanskrit sent him back in person.

They were speechless all the way, or they were too embarrassed. When they passed by Hongchahai, the young man couldn't help asking: "Why is this sea called Hongchahai?"

Fanyin was serious and said coldly, "Because anyone who falls into the sea will be eaten by the monsters in the sea, and will be stained red with blood."

"..." Having said that, it is almost the same as not saying it, he said softly: "I hope no one will encounter this in the future."

"Like you?"

The Sanskrit voice was as cold as usual, without the slightest emotion, which made the young man speechless for a moment.

Is this asking why he fell into the Hongsha Sea and was not eaten by the monsters?
After Sanskrit sent the man down the Penglai Mountain, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Seeing that she was about to leave, the young man suddenly called her to stop, cautiously probing: "If not, you go with me...the mortal world... Today should be the Lantern Festival?"

After the boy said it, he felt a little regretful, annoyed at how stupid he was.

The two of them should have nothing to do with it.

He repeatedly told himself that she was a demon.

"Okay, will you lead the way?"

The young man froze on the spot, he didn't expect that she would agree, so he didn't worry about these things any more, and he grabbed the man and headed to Hongyepo.

Today coincides with the Shangyuan Festival in the mortal world. Hongyepo is the Maple Leaf Water City. At this time, every branch of the river is filled with lotus lanterns. Even at night, the water is brightly lit. One layer is even more beautiful than colorful scrolls.

They stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the scenery on both sides of the river. The boatman asked with a smile, "My lord, girl, can I light a lamp, and wish you a happy life in the future."

The little old man saw that the two people were a good match, they were the beauties of Shuangbiyu, so he said some auspicious words to win the prize, and it would be even better if he gave more money after getting off the boat.

The young man was a little embarrassed, and wanted to explain, but was interrupted by the Sanskrit voice: "Then light one."

Hearing this, the little old man quickly stopped at one side, fetched lotus lanterns for the two, and carefully taught them how to put them on.

Sanskrit sat on the bow of the boat and placed the lotus lantern in the water. The light flowing water slid over the woman's fingertips. She raised her head and looked sideways at the night on both sides of the river. The falling red leaves followed the flowing water to catch the falling maple leaves.

But this scene was imprinted in the boy's mind. The woman in red, dressed in a strong outfit, was simple and neat. With a smile, she looked away in embarrassment; she caught her!

Sanskrit asked, "Is it beautiful?"

The young man was a little shy, as if he knew he was beautiful and did it on purpose.

Seeing that no one answered, she smiled again, "So, I think it's worth it for me to squeeze this skin so hard."

The woman's voice was very calm, but it made the boy's eyes show distress.

He has stayed with those demon soldiers for a long time, and he can often hear her subordinates tell her stories. When she entered the demon barracks at the age of ten, everyone called her Xiaodouding. At that time, she was struggling with a big knife taller than herself. Following behind a group of demon soldiers, everyone laughed at her for being small and ambitious, but since she killed the invading monsters, no one dared to laugh at her anymore.

That time, she was carrying a knife, covered in blood, and her face was bitten and could not recover.

I heard that she later became the right-hand man of the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord despised her face for being too majestic, so he bestowed on her the rare Zhen Rong soil and a sanskrit qin to reshape her face, and her name was also named after the Sanskrit qin. Come.

"You..." The young man raised his head, speaking sincerely, and his eyes were even more sincere: "You look good in the first place!"

Hearing this, Sanskrit laughed foolishly, this was the first time she said such words from this young man.

Ever since this man entered the Demon Realm, he kept a serious face every day, for fear that she would eat him.

That day, Hongye Slope was very lively. They wandered around the street, ate local snacks, and listened to a story by a mortal, who happened to be talking about the deeds of the Penglai Immortal Master exorcising demons, and the Sanskrit voice would tease and joke a few words.

When they left, the same old boatman punted them.

The little old man said with a smile: "I haven't watched the best program today, why not wait."

Sanskrit boarded the boat and refused in a cold voice, but before she could speak, sparks of thousands of trees shone on the high platform built on the shore.

"That's it!" The little old man pointed to the dazzling sparks that flashed across the sky.

The two raised their heads and watched quietly for a moment. In the flames, their silhouettes were clearly reflected in the river like a pair of ordinary mortals.

"Sanskrit!" The young man suddenly stopped her, his voice was gentle, like an April day in the world, "Look, the world is so beautiful!"

Sanskrit raised his head, his eyes flickered, he suddenly turned around and said coldly: "Could it be that people from my demon clan should endure the cold and darkness for thousands of years?"

With a wave of Sanskrit's cuff, the sparks in the sky disappeared, and the crowd on the shore began to chatter and make noise.

The boy stopped talking, he didn't know how to respond to Sanskrit's question, both of them remained silent.

On the other hand, the little old man raised his head and said in surprise, "Is this gone?"

Only then did he support the boat and slowly send the two of them to the pier.

When Fanyin sent him back to the foot of Mount Penglai, Fanyin stared at him and said coldly: "Now you should tell me, who are you?"

This sudden sentence made the young man a little flustered.

"You already noticed it?"

The boy raised his head, still looking childish, but in Fanyin's eyes, he felt that the boy was more alluring than the other side flowers in the demon world, so she couldn't help but look at him.

He also stopped pretending, "Penglai disciple, Song Lingchen!"

"Song Lingchen, the new star of Penglai?" Fanyin raised his eyebrows, but he was not surprised. He suddenly leaned into the young man's ear, breathed out the faint fragrance of orchids, and said with a delicate smile, "Ah... so your name is Song Lingchen. Song Liu, the name sounds nice."

As she spoke, her hand slid across his blushing earlobe.

The young man's whole body was numb, and he froze in place. Sanskrit held his wrist again, raised his jaw, and said solemnly: "The battle between immortals and demons is not something you, a little monk, can control. Go back and practice hard..."

Hearing what she said, the young man felt a little angry: "Cultivate hard, why don't I kill you?"

"Of course, I'll wait for you!"

The young man looked at her cold and expressionless face, the figure that disappeared in the dark night, recalled her words, suddenly startled, and hurriedly touched his whole body: "Where is my map!"

It was only then that he realized that she had taken away the map of the Demon World's defense that he had recorded.

Suddenly, the sound of bells and drums in Penglai Mountain resounded throughout Penglai Mountain, and fin-feathered beasts on the fairy mountain chirped in the air.

The figure of the disciple in the door passed through the forest, and he followed in a panic.

But maybe he was overthinking, even if Penglai's disciples besieged her, it was just a matter of her moving her fingers.

Song Lingchen stood in the distance, watching the people go away, and then he was relieved.

But... after that, how should he explain it?

"Junior Brother Song, you're back!" The speaker saw the person coming, with a high-spirited tone.

Hearing this, Song Lingchen's face was cold, and he just nodded.

"Since you're back, follow me to see Master!"

Song Lingchen nodded and followed without saying a word.

Beneath the Tianyin Cliff in Penglai is the Demon Realm across the Hongchahai. Sanskrit stationed at the entrance of the Hongchahai is their greatest enemy. In the battle between immortals and demons, they in Penglai should bear the brunt.

He came back from entering the Demon Realm, but did not bring back anything useful. He knelt down in front of the ancestor of Penglai, and blamed himself: "Patriarch, it is the disciple who is useless, and he did not bring back any useful information. When the Soul Devouring Formation is activated under the Ten Thousand Devils Cave, there will be no obstacles in the world, and when the demons are in power, no one from the six major sects will be able to stop them."

"What kind of formation is Soul Eater? It's so powerful!" The Penglai Patriarch above stroked his beard, thought for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know what effect Soul Eater has?"

Song Lingchen shook his head and said, "I just heard that Yan Ye, the demon king, used this formation to absorb the resentment of the world and control the thoughts of the world."

"Okay! It's enough to know what it's useful for." Penglai Patriarch nodded, looked at the young man in front of him with satisfaction, and said slowly: "Ling Chen, you have been in Penglai for more than ten years!"

"Yes, thanks to Patriarch for bringing me back to Penglai!"

"I remember when I first met you, you were still so small and scruffy like a little beggar, but now you are a good-looking talent."

"Thank you, Patriarch, for your compliment!"

The bearded old man nodded affirmatively, and looked at the young man in front of him with new eyes. He is humble and polite, young and mature. When he was young, his aptitude was not good. Although he is in the position of an outer disciple, he is still practicing hard every day.

He took the initiative to invite Ying to go to the devil world to find out the truth, and now he should be rewarded when he comes back.

"From now on, follow me to Xiaozhu Peak to practice!"

"Thank you Master!"

The bearded old man laughed out loud when he heard this, which made the disciples next to him dissatisfied, and choked, "Master, this kid was sent back by the Hongshahai Witch, and he was accepted so easily. If he colludes with the demon world in the future, I will be punished by Penglai!" No guarantee!"

The bearded old man's eyes were fixed, and he slapped the table with a strong aura, "You can't help talking!"

The disciple next to him kept silent this time and did not dare to say any more.

Song Lingchen lowered his head and clenched his fists. Although he was angry in his heart, he had nowhere to vent it, let alone dared to vent it.

The sect has always discriminated against this outer disciple. Since he won this person in the last martial arts contest, they would come to find fault with him at any time.

But fortunately, the patriarch protected Song Lingchen since he entered Xiaozhufeng, and nothing happened.

A year later, it was heard that Yan Ye, the demon lord, attacked the fairy gate and slaughtered the fairy gate of Xiaoyaozong, but Song Lingchen did not hear about the Sanskrit.

In the second year, when Xianmen besieged the Demon Realm, part of Penglai came to help, while the other part stayed in Penglai.

Song Lingchen was the one guarding Penglai.

He has been promoted from an outer sect disciple to an inner sect disciple, since he entered the Xiaozhufeng, he is practicing in seclusion, and he will not leave the place of practice unless there is nothing to do.

He often remembered that Sanskrit told him to practice hard before he left.

In the dead of night, he would also think of Sanskrit's face: "I don't know what happened to her?"
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Jiang Ye was a little confused about what the Sanskrit sound was about.

Fanyin observed Song Lingchen's actions through the photo beads every day. If it was surveillance, it didn't seem like it.

During the three years, she followed Sanskrit's memories of fighting day by day. When she drank blood, gold and iron horses, wind and sand and glaciers, the blood in her hands stained her eyes red, but she always recovered when she saw Song Lingchen from the photo pearl. Ching Ming.

One day, a little girl who was desperate to serve finally asked the same doubt for her: "Sister Fanyin, this kid doesn't even look handsome, why do you only like him!"

"Look at the demon soldiers in our army, all of them are big and powerful, even the old lizard will do."

The old lizard was like Sanskrit, a sprite standing on the left and right sides of the demon king, with a sharp mouth and a long neck, like a lizard, so they called him old lizard behind his back.

Fanyin asked the little girl to loosen the armor and clothes for her.

She was dressed in a red dress and her hair was disheveled. She leaned on the couch with one hand, and looked at the picture inside the photo bead leisurely with her sideways eyes. appearance."

"..." Well, she didn't understand her own witch, she came forward to look at the person on the photo bead curiously, and frowned, "Could it be possible that the general knew him before?"

Fanyin seemed to be in a good mood today, and couldn't help talking about the scene back then.

"When I first saw him, he looked like he was only eight or nine years old. His whole body stinks and he looks bad..." Fanyin paused, and then slowly said, "He was grabbing my trousers and asked me to save him... "

"Ah? Was Sister Fanyin saved?" the little girl asked curiously.

"I'm so free?" Sanskrit looked at one place, recalling the scene at that time. In just a few years, the child has grown into a teenager.

The little girl shook her head naturally, Sanskrit went to the mortal world probably because of the mission of the Demon Lord, otherwise she would just stay in the barracks in Hongchahai.

"I actually showed him a clear path and asked him to drag the old way of Penglai Mountain!"

"Ah... I see, sister wants someone to hold back that annoying old man, and sister Fanyin is really a bad taste."

Jiang Ye listened carefully, this was a gossip essay about someone she admired.

Unexpectedly, Sanskrit had such a past with Penglaishan boy!

Hoho, it's late~