Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 145 Demonic Qi
Qingyang Mansion.

Suburbs, small woods.

"Master Yan, all the killers in the Black Wind Pavilion grew up eating and dying, even a scholar in the Qi training period can't kill them."

Li Shaojie was furious, and he tapped Yan Liang's chest and said, "I paid you [-] low-grade spirit stones, and you treat me so perfunctorily, ah!"

Yan Liang was even angrier than Li Shaojie, and cursed: "You still have the nerve to accuse me, this Yan Ping is not a qi training period at all, his mother is at least a scholar with courage, and he is also a top scholar with courage, I am already dead A killer who has perfected Qi training, and two killers who are at the foundation stage. This mission counts me as unlucky, and I will return [-] low-grade spirit stones to you, and whoever you love will go."

Yan Liang took out a thousand middle-grade spirit stones, shook his hands and left.

Li Shaojie was really taken aback. Looking at the thousand middle-grade spirit stones neatly stacked in the forest, he fell silent.

Could it be that Yan Ping is really a scholar of literacy?

Or top?

Li Shaojie caught up with Yan Liang.

"Mr. Li, what else do you want?"

"Lord Yan Pavilion, calm down, calm down, I was wrong, I didn't figure out the real cultivation of the other party. In this way, you continue to keep the ten thousand low-grade spirit stones, and I will give out another hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones, you Send a Jindan stage assassin to help me kill this Yan Ping."

Yan Liang hummed: "12 low-grade spirit stones."

12, plus the original 13, a total of [-] low-grade spirit stones.

Li Shaojie gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, just 12 low-grade spirit stones."

The 13 low-grade spirit stones are almost [-]% of his net worth.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he can get rid of Yan Ping and get the prefect of Chunjiang Mansion, he can earn 130 million or even 300 million low-grade spirit stones in the future.

Yan Liang returned to the residence of Heifeng Pavilion, which is a lake located in the upper reaches of Wenshui River, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and connected to Wenshui River by a waterway.

There is a large village around the lake by the lake, where more than 3 common people live. Heifeng Pavilion is hidden in the middle of these people. An old boatman on the lake may be the killer of Heifeng Pavilion. The girl may be the killer of Heifeng Pavilion, the old man planting seedlings in the field may be the killer of Heifeng Pavilion, and the polite teacher in the private school may be the killer of Heifeng Pavilion.

This is the home of the Black Wind Pavilion Killer, and also the only talent base for the Black Wind Pavilion Killer.

Yan Liang, the owner of the Heifeng Pavilion, is the village head here, and he is an amiable grandfather.

As soon as he returned to the village, Yan Liang was entangled by his granddaughter.

"Grandpa, grandpa, you agreed to take me fishing today, don't go back on your word!"

The six-year-old girl hugged her grandfather's thigh, staring at her grandfather with big round eyes, full of expectation.

Yan Liang knelt down and picked up his granddaughter, and said with a smile, "Good granddaughter, grandpa has something else to do. In this way, grandpa will take you to Laozhang's store at the entrance of the village to eat wontons first. After you finish eating the chaos, grandpa's business will be almost done. When the time comes How about taking you fishing again?"

The little girl thought about it, but was finally tempted by the delicious food, and said, "Okay, but I want a big bowl of wontons."

"Okay, a big bowl."

After comforting his granddaughter, Yan Liang cast a blindfold to hide his figure, and Yukong flew to a small island in the middle of the lake.

This is the training ground for elite killers in the Black Wind Pavilion.

There are psychedelic arrays around the island to prevent ordinary fishermen from entering by mistake.

There are only two types of killers trained here.

One is the killer of the golden elixir stage, and the other is the next generation of seed killers who are expected to enter the golden elixir stage.

"Master."

"Master."

"Master."

Although Yan Liang only cultivated in the Ninth Level of Consummation Realm, his status in the Black Wind Pavilion was unmatched. Even the monks in the Golden Core stage respected him very much. As for why the owner of the Black Wind Pavilion was only one Foundation Establishment Consummation monk, this involves an old incident a hundred years ago, let's not mention it for now.

Yan Liang walked across the island to the easternmost part of the island. On the shore, a two-story bamboo building was built next to the lake.

The first floor is the kitchen and the second floor is the bedroom.

After climbing up the bamboo building, Yan Liang knocked on the bamboo door.

"Please come in."

A young man's voice sounded.

Pushing open the door and entering, a man in white was sitting on the futon, thinking that he was practicing meditation before coming here.

"Bamboo Creek."

"It turned out to be the Pavilion Master."

Lan Zhuxi got out of bed, went to the coffee table, and fetched water to make tea.

"Master, please sit down."

"I won't drink the tea. I'm looking for you this time because I have a task for you to do."

Lan Zhuxi became interested and asked, "Very difficult task? How many people have been lost?"

"One Qi training period, two foundation building periods."

"The target is a scholar named Yan Ping. The employer initially gave him a Confucian qi trainer who is in the upper three realms."

"In the beginning, I sent an assassin who had completed the ninth level of Qi training to complete the task, and he died."

"Then sent another Foundation Establishment Assassin from the Lower Third Realm, and died again."

Lan Zhuxi said: "After that, you sent the third-middle-level foundation-building assassins, and they died too!"

Yan Liang nodded, "The employer has no reason to lie, so there is only one possibility, and that is that Yan Ping has hidden his cultivation."

Lan Zhuxi said, "You are not afraid that I will also deliver food when I go!"

Yan Liang smiled and said: "That Yan Ping is ten years younger than you, no matter how talented he is, it is impossible for him to advance to the Golden Core stage at his age."

"Besides, you are a sword cultivator with great killing power. I don't worry if you go."

Lan Zhuxi was noncommittal and asked, "How much is the reward?"

Yan Liangdao: "I received 13 low-grade spirit stones from my employer. As usual, you get [-]% of it."

"Okay, I'll take this job."

Yan Liang threw down a piece of paper and said: "This is the life information of that person. I will go fishing with my granddaughter. When you come back, let her mother cook a pot of pickled fish for you, and we will have a drink."

Lan Zhuxi glanced at Yan Ping's life information, and replied: "OK."

Yan Ping, a native of Qingniu County, Qingyang Prefecture, a scholar, more than ten years ago, during the wars of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he and his sister went to the mountains to escape the war, and encountered bandits and lost his sister on the way.

After entering the mountain for a period of time, he reappeared and became a scholar of Yuehu Academy, but he refused the invitation of the beast king and returned the magistrate's seal.

After that, there was no more news. Not long ago, he suddenly appeared, saying goodbye to the Beastmaster. Keeping in mind the promise of the year, the Beastmaster named him the prefect of Chunjiang Prefecture.

Seeing this, Lan Zhuxi knew that the employer must also have his sights set on the position of prefect of Chunjiang Mansion, otherwise there would be no need to spend a lot of money to hire Black Wind Pavilion assassins to assassinate Yan Ping.

And this employer is also a Confucianism cultivator in all likelihood.

Since ancient times, power and wealth have been integrated, and a magistrate in one place has been a rare purse for Confucianism cultivators who have no background and resources. Throughout the dynasties, Confucianism cultivators have used everything to win profits.

There is a saying that literati look down on each other, and literati are more ruthless in killing people than those who lick blood in the rivers and lakes, and Confucianism cultivators are the best among them.

This Yan Ping disappeared for ten years, and when he reappeared ten years later, he became a Confucianism cultivator.

It is recorded in the data that he had no literary qualifications in his early years. It seems that when he went to the mountains to escape the war, this guy must have some adventures.

The sword energy urges to shred the white paper, Lanzhuxi's light clothes are simple, Yujian goes to Chunjiang mansion.

Yan Ping has been in Qingfeng County for five days, and every night he must go to Xiaoyuelou, the largest brothel in Qingfeng County.

In feudal society, the best place to learn about the situation of the upper class in a place was the brothel.

Here you can see all kinds of people, rich businessmen, officials, fast catchers, scholars, upstarts.

The girls in the brothel also come into contact with countless people every day.

It can be said that each of these girls is a natural source of information, and they know many things that ordinary people do not know.

The first time Yan Ping appeared in Xiaoyuelou, it caused a sensation.

Because of his unparalleled demeanor, extraordinary conversation, and outstanding temperament, he captured the hearts of many girls in Xiaoyuelou in just one night.

Tonight is the Xiaoyue Poetry Fair held regularly by Xiaoyue Building every month. At that time, many officials and gentry will be there, so Yan Ping naturally can't miss it.

"Mr. Yan, ah, it's Mr. Yan, sisters, Mr. Yan is here."

"Where is it?"

"At the door."

"Xiaoying, touch up my makeup quickly."

A group of Yingying and Yanyan you push me and you push you hurriedly ran downstairs, and after seeing Yan Ping, they recovered their dignity and tranquility, and wished all the best, "Young Master Yan."

"Girls, Xiaosheng is polite."

Since it was the first time I came to Xiaoyuelou, I copied a poem by Liu Sanbian to praise these poor girls in the brothel.The girls in Xiaoyuelou became Yan Ping's loyal fans.

Brothel women are sought after by others, such as famous prostitutes and oirans are glamorous on the surface, but in fact they have no status at all.They are like flower buds growing in dark corners, plump and gorgeous but never get the warmth and care of the sun.Give a little sunshine and they will give you back ten times and a hundred times the brilliance.

Yan Ping sympathizes with them, but he can't change anything, the only thing he can do is to be gentle with them.

The girls followed the white clothes upstairs.

"What kind of lyrics do you think Mr. Yan will write this time?"

"I like any lyrics."

"You like Mr. Yan's body, right?"

"I'm just wondering what's wrong with him, it's better than someone calling Mr. Yan's name in the middle of the night..."

"Listen to my corner, you are shameless."

The second floor.

"Didn't you just write the first word? There's nothing to show off." Someone said sourly.

"This Yan Wenjin is really hateful. All the girls sang the lyrics he wrote, and they still don't want to change the song for more money. It's annoying to death."

"I retreated for three days and figured out a good poem. This essay meeting will definitely frustrate his spirit."

"Brother Zheng is a great talent."

"This time it's up to Brother Zheng."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Ever since Yan Ping, who just arrived last time, stole the limelight, Zheng Yuanxi has embarked on the road of defeating Yan, organized and established a defeating Yan group, and became the leader of the group.

It turned out to be Lao Zheng, I provoked him again!
This old Zheng is too glass-hearted.

In the lobby on the second floor, young talents from all over Qingfeng County gathered together, talking about the mountains in small groups, and boasting about business.

The fragrant wind blew into the hall, accompanied by a burst of laughter like silver bells, a dozen thin and fat men, each with a swing, walked slowly in white clothes.

He is tall in white clothes, with a face like a crown of jade, with an extraordinary bearing, and his every move reveals elegance and suaveness.

"Where did this gentleman come from?"

"I don't know, I only know her name is Yan Ping, Yan Wenjin."

"Writing about youthful travels, Yan Wenjin who has plumped up his muscles and cleared his bones, and has an innocent face?"

"it's him."

"A man is nothing to look at. By the way, Brother Shiyuan, I heard that Hua Qianqian, one of the eight beauties of the Qinhuai River, has been invited to this poetry meeting. You have to behave well later, and don't let people underestimate us." The literary style of Qingfeng County."

"Where did you get the gossip, is it reliable?"

Cheng Shiyuan has naturally heard the name of Hua Qianqian, and knows that she is the most popular courtesan recently, with a willow waist that makes women all over the world, and those literati who like women with thin waists call her the waist leader.

"You forgot who my brother-in-law is!"

"The county lord invited you here?"

Zhang Xiyan nodded, "It's a pity that Zhishan and Ziyang went out to study, so they didn't have the chance to meet the beauty."

"The outside world is even bigger. Famous prostitutes in brothels are not necessarily worse than Bayan. Knowing goodness, Ziyang might still feel sorry for us."

"Uh, that's right."

The meeting place was on the painting boat in Xiaoyue Lake, and when it was almost time, all the people who were supposed to come also came, so everyone went in a small boat in small groups.

The lake surface is shimmering under the moonlight. Standing on the bow of the boat, letting the cool night wind wrinkle the white clothes, listening to the sound of silk and bamboo in the distance, and looking at the brightly lit night scene on both sides of the river nearby, one can't help being intoxicated.

The night view of Xiaoyue Lake has a special flavor, and the boat is shaking, but it doesn't feel slow.Along the way, enjoy the moon with wind blowing, and arrive at the target painting boat after a quarter of an hour. It is more like a palace on the water than a painting boat. It is more than three times the size of an ordinary painting boat.

Qingfeng County is an upper county, and its population is comparable to that of Xiafu. It is not surprising that Xiaoyuelou has such financial resources.

Carved railings and jade are built on the painting boat, full of flowers, gifted scholars and beautiful women come into pairs, or drink tea against the moon, or enjoy the scenery with lanterns, and literati and scholars in small groups drink a few sips of wine and start to let loose.When Yan Ping got on the boat, he saw a few guys who were too drunk to touch the singers and dancers beside them were thrown off the boat with bamboo sticks.

The terrified singer and dancer's clothes were messy, and Yan Ping and the others had a lot of sex for nothing.

When entering the venue, there were already many people seated in the venue, including Xu Yang, the governor of Qingfeng County, officials at all levels, wealthy businessmen in the county, patriarchs of wealthy families, old scholars with high enough reputation in the Confucianism, old Juren, etc.

However, everyone's eyes were on the masked woman playing the piano in the center of the arena. The news of Hua Qianqian's arrival had spread, and everyone was wondering whether this masked woman was that Hua Qianqian.

When everyone was out of their wits, Yan Ping frowned, the woman had a demonic aura.

His perception will never be wrong, that very faint breath is monster energy.

"Has this brother noticed it too?"

A male voice rang in the ear.

Yan Ping turned around and found that he was a rather handsome scholar in white.

"Did you notice it too?"

Lan Zhuxi said via voice transmission: "I have also killed demons and eliminated demons. Although the demonic aura on this woman is very faint, it still cannot escape my nose."

Yan Ping said via voice transmission: "Fellow Daoist, please hold off on your actions and don't startle the snake. Today's poem will be a bit weird. This Hua Qianqian was invited by the county lord Xu Yang. There may be secrets in it that we don't know about."

Lan Zhuxi smiled and said: "It seems that Fellow Daoist is also a person who likes to meddle in other people's business! After this incident, you and I must have a good discussion."

The two words of "comparison" are extremely heavy.

(End of this chapter)