How can a fairy be a villain?

Chapter 196 Are those senior brothers and...?

On the streets of Jiuge City, Zhu Huanan was walking slowly with a cowhide bag in his hand.

Although his appearance was light and breezy, there was a rare depth in his eyes, as he was thinking about something in his mind.

With a frivolous brow, Zhu Huanan laughed at himself:
"This Yuan Chuang seems to be a little more capable than I expected."

Although the competition just now was superficial, it was enough for both of them to realize that something was wrong.

There are also differences in the appearance of immortals and demons.

The five emperors' true bloodline is pure and noble, and they are regarded as natural kings. The supreme branch of the bloodline that traces back to its origin is no less generous. If the bloodline is pure and pure, it may be even better.

Qilin and Kunpeng are all his way.

Touching his chin, Zhu Huanan said to himself: "This Yuan Chuang probably has some chance to improve his bloodline."

"Otherwise, how can you resist me with just the appearance of the Nine Heavens Peng bird? This person should have returned to his original nature, and his true identity is... the negative king Jinpeng?"

"If that's the case, he's a guy worth paying attention to."

With the tip of his nose sniffing slightly and noticing the faint aroma of the roasted chicken, Zhu Huanan couldn't help but speed up his pace and hurried towards the place where he came from.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from above the head:

"Master Zhu, please stay."

Seeing someone calling him back again, Zhu Huan'an looked displeased and looked up.

This place is far away from the center of the city, secluded and deep. On top of an inconspicuous teahouse, there is only a man in gray clothes sitting alone.

The young man in gray clothes who called out to Zhu Huanan sat upright, with beads wrapped around his neck. His eyes were gentle, which seemed incompatible with his originally fierce face.

Zhu Huanan stopped for him.

The young man who looked like a monk took the initiative to speak, his fingers licking the beads on his chest, and his voice had a Zen tone:
"Poor monk, Mu Qing."

Hearing this, Zhu Huan'an had a trace of surprise in his eyes, raised his head, put his hand on the edge of the knife, and said with a smile:

"I have long heard that the Duanhe Sect's Immortal Demon Appearance is a martial arts idiot who has fought with all the major sects in Yue, Yu, and Guangzhou, and has never been defeated so far."

"Why is he a monk?"

Mu Qing smiled gently and explained:
"There are no religions in Duanhe Sect, no matter whether they are monks, Taoist priests or bureaucrats, they all have their own place."

"Mu Qing is just one of the many living beings. How dare he be called a martial arts idiot when he asks for advice with an open mind."

Mu Qing stood up with a puff of sleeves and said with a smile:
"I noticed that the donor looked sad. Why don't you go upstairs and talk about it?"

After hearing this, Zhu Huanan looked at the roast chicken in his hand again, hesitated for a moment and then climbed up the stairs.

The Broken Crane Sect has always been mysterious. It is based on the edge of Kyushu. It is by no means a famous sect, but it has been able to produce some amazing and talented characters from generation to generation.

It's a pity that Duanhemen Temple can't stay, and it is regarded as the Whampoa Military Academy in the world of Dayan cultivation.

"Benefactor, please sit down."

After boarding the teahouse, Zhu Huanan caught a glimpse of Mu Qing's weapon placed on the table.

As a monk, his weapon is neither a Zen ax nor a magic pestle, but a simple sword.

This knife shimmered with cold silver, but the blade was tinged with traces of scarlet. Just looking at it made people feel chills in their joints.

Zhu Huanan glanced at Mu Qing inadvertently, smiled inexplicably, and sat down opposite each other.

"Master, call me up."

"Why?"

Mu Qing also slowly sat down and took a closer look. There were scars on his cheeks that had been mended. These scars looked like they had been burned by fire, which was a bit scary.

Seeing Zhu Huanan looking at her unscrupulously, Mu Qing didn't care, but took the initiative to explain:
"These scars were left by the evil cultivator who tortured the poor monk when he was young, and some of them were burned by a fellow fire cultivator who performed Taoist magic not long ago."

"Well, that's it." Zhu Huanan nodded noncommittally, then placed his index finger on the table and continued to ask:
"You're looking for me, but you want to form an alliance?"

At first glance, Zhu Huan'an noticed that the murderous aura of this bald head was not even inferior to that of the long-famous Fulong Division masters.

After hearing the famous name, he knew for sure that although Mu Qing had not reached the core of Kyushu, he was by no means an ordinary person who could talk on paper.He is very strong.

Hearing this, Mu Qing nodded almost without hesitation:
"nature."

"Why me?" Zhu Huanan leaned back in his chair, put his feet on the table casually, and gestured backwards with his eyes.

"Whether it's the Nine Provinces Alliance or the people from the imperial court, you can choose at will based on your strength. I am a lonely person."

Ha ha
After shaking her head, Mu Qing did something unbecoming of a monk.

I saw him crossing his fingers, leaning on the table, staring directly at Zhu Huanan:
"No, the poor monk chose you a long time ago."

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Zhu Huanan was silent for a long time after hearing this, then he retracted his legs without leaving a trace, narrowed his eyes and said:
"Could you be?"

Shaking her head, Mu Qing sat up straight again and said carefully:

"Although the poor monk has the appearance of an immortal and a demon, the Duanhe Sect is weak, and only the poor monk has entered the Wenjian Club."

"The Nine Provinces Alliance has ordered the world of cultivation to compete with the imperial court in the sword-asking meeting, and the imperial court is in a complicated situation, and it is unlikely that it will reach the end."

"Oh?" Zhu Huan'an asked with a smile on his lips:
“How come you see?”

Mu Qing clasped the prayer beads and spit out a mouthful of white mist:
"The poor monk has been in Jiuzhou for a while longer than the benefactor. He saw that the imperial court was divided into two factions by the left and right prime ministers, living separately in the city, like water in a well but not in a river."

"They are the old-school nobles headed by Dayan Academy, and the three elites headed by Fulongsi."

"Compared with the Dayan Academy, the Third Division is obviously more low-key and cautious. The reason must be because."

Zhu Huanan excused himself and said with a smile: "Because that self-proclaimed Qilinzi didn't show up."

"exactly."

Mu Qing nodded, his hand carelessly rubbed his thigh, and said with emotion:
"The poor monk just wants to find opportunities in the Sword Asking Club and challenge the masters from all walks of life. He has no intention of participating in these meaningless struggles."

"But cooperating with the Nine Provinces Alliance means becoming an enemy of the imperial court. If you join the imperial court, you will fall into the internal fighting between Yuan and Chen. The cause and effect are difficult to eliminate. The poor monk is alone and will probably not be able to survive alone, so the poor monk thinks"

"Only you, Benefactor Zhu, are just like ordinary people like this poor monk. If you and I make it, no one will bother us, and we can get to the end safely."

Hearing this, Zhu Huan'an let out a light chuckle, which made Mu Qing's calculations come true.

But what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd is hard to say.

After all, the so-called alliance is always empty talk, especially if Mu Qing wants to deal with someone and expects herself to help him solve it in disguise.

Zhu Huanan has seen too much of this kind of thing.

"Let me think about it."

"Donor, this matter is not urgent."

While Zhu Huan'an was chatting with Mu Qing of Duanhemen, a figure walked from this path and prepared to enter Jiuge City.

It was Murong Jingyan who was walking leisurely in the alley, wearing a mask and carrying a piano.

"That's all~ It's better to come out and look for senior brother."

"Lest he finish the chicken and forget to bring it back to me in the end."

While blowing the whistle, Murong Jingyan suddenly felt pain in the corners of her eyes, and she quickly raised her long sleeves to cover the light.

I could see the sunlight reflecting off the horizon, and something was refracting it, making it very dazzling.

Squinting his eyes and taking a closer look, Murong Jingyan couldn't help but be stunned.

I saw that the shining thing was a bunch of orange hair on a teahouse somewhere, and opposite the orange hair, sat a shiny bald head.

"That's Senior Brother He"

"Wei Hong?"

　I came back late today because I had something to do, so I kept the half chapter I owed!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)