Ming Xinzong, Shadow Palace.

The ground of the main hall is made of a whole piece of black marble, which looks oppressive and cold.

In the very center of the hall, Cheng Duan in red was sitting on the ground. In front of him was a short case with a thick stack of drawing paper and a few Zihao brushes on it.

The man bent over his desk and drew for a long time, then suddenly dropped the pen in his hand and muttered to himself: "No...the lips are not right."

It turned out that he spent a long time at his desk for a portrait.

The man in the painting is wearing a white brocade robe with a red mark on his forehead.

In all fairness, Cheng Duan's painting skills are definitely not bad at all. For example, the well-known "Ming Xin Xuan Nu" was drawn by him.

At this time, he even used only a few strokes to draw the warp and weft patterns on the brocade robe.

But such fine painting makes the whole painting more and more strange...

Because the face in the center of the scroll is blank except for the lips.

Cheng Duan shook his head suddenly, and wiped away the Zihao pen on the case with his sleeve.

He stood up and gritted his teeth looking at the painting on the desk, feeling both startled and terrified.

— Just now, Cheng Duan discovered a terrible thing.

At this time, more than 1,200 years have passed since Li Fuyue died. And after the long river of time washed over and over again, the image of the man who was originally deep in his mind became blurred a little bit.

Cheng Duan picked up the pen, but he could no longer draw the man's face.

"Fuyue...Fuyue..." He fell back to the ground, stretched out his hands to hold his chest, and called that person's name over and over again.

The shadow hall of Ming Xinzong was empty, except for his own echo, no one answered Cheng Duan's question.

…

Ever since he stole Li Fuyue's Dao Xin thousands of years ago, Cheng Du'an's cultivation has grown rapidly. Coupled with his deep scheming, it didn't take long for Cheng Duan to become the actual controller of Ming Xinzong.

Whenever his father, the suzerain of Mingxin Sect, was dealing with important affairs, Cheng Duan would listen in the side room separated by a wall.

On this night, the disciples of Mingxinzong who had gone to Xihou City also returned to the main gate.

The three words "Tianmian Palace" repeatedly appeared in the ears of Cheng Duan who was sitting on the side.

"Tianmian Palace, Tianmian Palace again..." Cheng Duan propped his head with his hands impatiently, and sat at the table with his eyes closed.

After what happened last time, Ming Xinzong and Tianmian Palace are no longer at odds.

In the eyes of ordinary monks of Ming Xinzong, Cheng Du'an had already died in Tianmian Palace.

Fortunately, Cheng Duan himself has been staying behind closed doors for hundreds of years, so he doesn't have any special feelings about whether he can move freely outside.

It's just that now the comprehension circles say that he stole Li Fuyue's Dao Heart, and Ming Xin Sect's reputation has also plummeted. Cheng Du'an, who is quite ambitious, will not ignore this point.

If Qiu Wanyou hadn't suddenly descended to the realm and suppressed Tianmian Palace, the two sects would have already been at odds with each other on the surface.

Cheng Duan was not interested in the skirmish between the disciples of the two sects, and just when he was about to send a puppet out to tell the outsiders to end this topic, he suddenly smelled a familiar smell at the tip of his nose...

Blood.

And it was the blood that flowed in his body, quite similar.

At the same time as he smelled the faint **** smell, Cheng Duan opened his eyes little by little.

Thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and Cheng Duan's eyes looked extraordinarily deep.

The monks are sensitive to the five senses, while Cheng Duan, who has stolen the Dao Heart, is particularly sensitive to the smell of blood.

The man slowly sat up straight, and waved his hand to call the puppet standing beside him.

"Go, see where this **** smell comes from."

After finishing speaking, the puppet didn't speak, and just backed out.

After a while, it walked to the side holding four long swords.

These four swords appear here together, and the smell is really complicated.

The puppet couldn't tell the difference between the smell of blood, and just now Cheng Duan didn't say what the smell of blood was, so it took all the **** things it could find.

Cheng Duan looked at the swords in silence. He got up and took the long swords one by one. When he lifted the third sword, the man's hand stopped there.

"That's it," he said to the puppet after a pause, "take out the rest."

The puppet retreated silently again, and Cheng Duan sat back on the chair with the sword in his hand.

Unlike Tianmian Palace, Mingxin Sect is not a sword cultivator school, and swords are not that important to them.

So at this time, Cheng Duan saw that the blade of the long sword in his hand was engraved with many small patterns, and blood seeped into the gaps in the patterns at some point.

The careless master did not wipe the long sword, so the smell of blood has not been able to dissipate.

Cheng Duan stretched out his fingers, stroking the cold blade with extreme gentleness.

He smiled and called "Fuyue", and then asked the puppet to ask the owner of the sword what the name of the person he stabbed not long ago was.

…

Although the tide of ferocious beasts has temporarily passed, the mission of the monks of Tianshui Palace - to deal with the ferocious beasts on the outskirts of Xihou City has not been completed yet.

Therefore, in the past few nights, the disciples of Tianmian Palace were still busy killing the beasts outside the city.

— Even Duan Qianli, who pretended to be injured and wanted to be lazy at the inn, was forcibly brought here by Zhuang Zhixia.

After leaving the city, several people dispersed. At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared from the forest.

"You—" Seeing the black shadow, the cultivator of Tianmian Palace in white immediately took his sword. However, before he could pull out the sword, there was a cold light, and the next moment, a bloodstain appeared on the man's neck, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

Hei Ying went forward and took off the disciple card with the words "Zhang He Chang".

The corpse disappeared in a second, and at the same time, the black shadow slowly condensed into a solid body, and finally became exactly the same as the monk who fell to the ground just now, and the disciple card was hung on him.

The sky was full of stars that night, "Zhang Hechang" stood in place and moved his wrists, as if he was adapting to his new appearance. After less than a stick of incense, he turned and walked towards the other side of the dense forest.

Although Li Fenglan had no expectations for the cultivation world, he didn't intend to let the matter of the beast go.

So outside the city, Li Fenglan carefully identified the footprints of the beasts in the forest. As for Duan Qianli... he has been following Li Fenglan's side to touch the fish openly.

Anyway, the safety of the human world has nothing to do with him, the master of the demon clan.

Just as the two of them were busy with their own business, a person suddenly ran over from the forest in a hurry.

Seeing Li Fenglan and Duan Qianli, he was taken aback for a moment, and then hurriedly said: "You two juniors, just now a group of ferocious beasts appeared in the forest. We are small and it is difficult to deal with it..." He was panting heavily as he spoke. , it doesn't look good at all.

"I came here to find Senior Sister Zhuang Zhixia... Huh, I didn't expect to meet you."

"Well," Li Fenglan stood up straight, frowned and asked him, "Where is it?"

"This way!" After saying that, the man planned to take Li Fenglan to the other side of the forest.

But at this moment, Li Fenglan who was standing behind him suddenly drew his sword and stabbed at the man's back without any hesitation.

His movements were so fast that even Duan Qianli didn't see clearly.

Although Li Fenglan's cultivation was not high, the sword energy brought by this sword directly felled the surrounding trees, and at the same time alarmed other people in Tianmian Palace not far away.

Seeing this, Duan Qianli finally came to his senses: "This person has a problem!"

"He doesn't have the breath of a living person." Li Fenglan said in a deep voice.

While speaking, Li Fenglan had raised her sword and dropped it, but in an instant, the person standing opposite him turned into a thin talisman and fell to the ground.

However, at this moment, another six or seven figures appeared out of nowhere and attacked Li Fenglan together.

Although his swordsmanship is superb, after all, he only has the cultivation base of the foundation establishment period.

Seeing Li Fenglan's difficulty in coping, Duan Qianli gritted his teeth and came forward with his sword.

It's really obsessed - when he did it, he didn't forget to complain about himself.

"Why are you here!" Seeing Duan Qianli's attack, Li Fenglan couldn't help being surprised.

If he remembered correctly, Duan Qianli was the one who said, "I'm only happy when all the monks in the world are dead."

"Why can't I come? We are from the same sect anyway," Duan Qianli felt a little guilty when he said this, "Besides, if you save me once, we will be evened now."

After saying that, like Li Fenglan, he raised his sword and moved towards the puppet in front of him.

Although pretending to be an ordinary monk, you must know that Duan Qianli's real identity is a Mahayana monk in the demon world.

After spending a few days together, he has already learned a lot of basic moves from the disciples of Tianmian Palace. In addition, he has always done a full set of acting, which directly suppressed his own cultivation, so after Zhuang Zhixia and his party arrived, they didn't see anything wrong with him at all.

At this time, the puppets surrounded Li Fenglan and Duan Qianli.

Seeing the people from Tianmian Palace coming, Duan Qianli couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart.

Why are these people here?

After all, his cultivation had been suppressed to the golden core stage, and Duan Qianli was also injured before, so he knew he couldn't continue acting.

He took a quick look around, and then quietly used the monster clan's secret technique to attract those puppets to him when others didn't notice.

Just waiting for the next moment, Duan Qianli took the puppet and disappeared into the dense forest.

Seeing this, Li Fenglan raised her sword and followed without any hesitation.

But Zhuang Zhixia who had just arrived stopped the others, the woman turned around and said solemnly: "Don't move, there is a problem in this forest, I will send you back to the city first."

…

In fact, even if Duan Qianli suppressed his cultivation, these puppets are nothing to him in the Mahayana period.

But the blame is to blame Duan Qianli for not being healed from the injury he suffered before. After such a toss, the wound that had already begun to heal opened again.

So when he was leading those puppets to other places, Duan Qianli couldn't help but cursed: "Let's be wiped out, Qiu Wanyou."

This sound happened to be heard by someone following him.

Li Fenglan: "..."

Due to excessive blood loss, Duan Qianli's vision has become blurred. In addition, Li Fenglan was wearing Qingzhu, so Duan Qianli didn't realize that there was a person behind him.

In just half a stick of incense, Duan Qianli led those puppets to a lake in the forest.

Suddenly a golden light shone in the distance, and Li Fenglan also subconsciously closed her eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the "Tianmian Palace disciple He Yuyuan" who had been following him all this time finally disappeared.

A man in a light golden robe stood in the void, his long silver hair fluttering in the wind, even making the stars in the sky lose their color.

Duan Qianli's facial features were bright, and there was a bloodthirsty smile on his lips at this moment.

"The puppet of Ming Xinzong?" He smiled and said, "Your master must be Cheng Du'an who stole Li Fuyue's Taoist heart..."

In the depths of the dense forest, he finally turned back to the Duan Qianli that Li Fenglan was familiar with.

The white-haired Yaoxiu called out the golden thirteen-section whip expressionlessly, and slashed at the puppet in front without the slightest hesitation.

Duan Qianli, who had a Mahayana cultivation base, knocked down all those puppets with just one move.

Seeing this, Li Fenglan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but just as he was about to retreat silently and return to the Tianmian Palace team, he saw Duan Qianli, who was standing empty just now, suddenly fell down.

"Duan Qianli!" Li Fenglan couldn't help calling the other party's name, and walked forward subconsciously.

He saw that Qianli's face was pale at this time, and even his robe, which was originally light gold, was more than half stained red by blood, making him look particularly frightening.

The man closed his eyes tightly and seemed to be dizzy.

It didn't take much thinking to know that these were old wounds.

"Can you hear me?" Li Fenglan couldn't bear to help the man up, dragged him to the side of the tree and sat down.

He should have left at this moment as if nothing had happened. But Duan Qianli saved his life just now, Li Fenglan really couldn't let him stay here with a wounded monster.

After struggling for a long time, Li Fenglan took a handful of water from the lake and splashed it on Duan Qianli's face.

The long silver hair was wet, but the man was still lying there motionless.

"You won't die..." Li Fenglan's heart suddenly sank.

Duan Qianli is the demon lord, an important supporting role in "Day of Sleep", wouldn't it be ridiculous if he died like this?

Though thinking this way in her heart, Li Fenglan hesitated for a moment, and silently stretched out her hand to check Duan Qianli's breath.

so far so good.

Feeling the thin air flow from her fingertips, Li Fenglan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Duan Qianli should still be alive.

However, at the next moment, when Li Fenglan was about to withdraw his hand, Duan Qianli, who was unconscious, suddenly reached out and grabbed Li Fenglan's wrist.

"Fuyue, why didn't you kill me?"

Hearing these two words, Li Fenglan couldn't help being startled, but then he realized that Duan Qianli still had his eyes closed, and he didn't seem to be very conscious, he was probably talking nonsense.

Li Fenglan tried it, and found that even when she was asleep, Duan Qianli's hands were still so strong.

The other party tightly tugged on his wrist, with no intention of letting go.

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Li Fenglan simply sat beside Duan Qianli,

Logically speaking, the clothes the two of them were wearing were not thin, but after sitting side by side, Li Fenglan felt the scalding heat from the people around her.

Duan Qianli's body temperature itself is higher than ordinary people, but at this temperature, Duan Qianli definitely has a fever.

After sitting down, Li Fenglan began to close her eyes and meditate. Although his spiritual root was connected, compared with the previous life, he is still no different from a mortal body now.

Coming here with Duan Qianli and the puppets just now has already made Li Fenglan feel very tired.

Li Fenglan originally planned to take a break, but since she fainted, Duan Qianli has been repeating that nonsense, which is really annoying.

"Fuyue, why didn't you kill me?"

"Could you please be quiet?" Li Fenglan pressed the center of her eyebrows with her other hand.

But Duan Qianli didn't seem to hear Li Fenglan's words, he even held the man's wrist even tighter: "...why didn't you kill me?"

Li Fenglan sighed, and finally couldn't help but said, "Because you look like a human being."

What he said was 100% true.

If Duan Qianli was awake, and he heard Li Fuyue himself say these words, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood on the spot and faint again...

But the fact is like this - just like Li Fenglan can slay ferocious beasts without hesitation, but she can't do anything to Cheng Huang who is acting cute towards her.

Although Duan Qianli is a monster, his appearance is no different from that of a human.

This made Li Fenglan, who had never killed half a living thing before the age of three hundred, and even followed his master all the time, who was a vegetarian in the snowy Meizhou, completely unable to do anything.

I don't know if Duan Qianli really heard Li Fenglan's words, but he suddenly stopped talking.

Just when Li Fenglan thought that the other party was completely burned out and was about to pull his hand out of Duan Qianli's wrist, Duan Qianli, who was dressed in a golden robe, suddenly turned around and gently hugged herself into his arms.

Fuck!

Li Fenglan instinctively wanted to push her away, but even if Duan Qianli was injured, he was still a demon cultivator at the Mahayana stage.

Li Fenglan was completely trapped in the arms of the other party.

In the next moment, Duan Qianli leaned his head weakly on Li Fenglan's shoulder, and suddenly said aggrievedly: "Everyone in my clan says...you don't kill me because you are interested in me..."

Li Fenglan:? ? ?

And this kind of rumor?

He recalled what he said and did when he was fighting with Duan Qianli, and suddenly realized that Duan Qianli didn't seem to be joking.

He took it seriously.

"...You really don't understand style." Just as Li Fenglan was still digesting the last sentence, Duan Qianli suddenly said another sentence.

Hearing his words, Li Fenglan froze here on the spot as if struck by lightning.

I don't understand... what is it?

Li Fenglan felt that she seemed to hear something extraordinary.

Are you interested in Duan Qianli?

Do you not understand the style?

What is this all about!

If the person here at this time was the former Li Fuyue, he would most likely not understand what Duan Qianli was talking about.

But the Li Fenglan in front of her had relived her life and swam through the comment section of "Taoist in Heaven".

He knows that there are some readers who like to imagine the relationship between the characters in the novel.

Whether they are familiar or unfamiliar, they can make a couple when they pass by. I and Duan Qianli seem to be a little popular...

Of course, some readers don't like this.

After hearing Duan Qianli's words, Li Fenglan instantly remembered a comment from a reader of "Tian Mian Dao Sheng": "We are a serious male lead article, don't mess with the relationship between men and men! It's all about brotherhood! Brotherhood!"

But the current situation is that Duan Qianli himself intends to mess up the relationship between men and men!

The last time when Duan Qianli said something about "beating mandarin ducks with a stick" and "madame", Li Fenglan, who was all focused on Qiu Wanyou, didn't think deeply.

Li Fenglan even thought that he said that on purpose to slander her deadly enemy.

No no, what am I thinking about...

Li Fenglan quickly shook her head, and threw out the thoughts just now.

After Li Fenglan was puzzled, Duan Qianli finally sat back and cursed Qiu Wanyou at the same time... It seemed that if it wasn't for Qiu Wanyou, he would have been able to achieve his wish.

After all, after being reborn, Li Fenglan thought a lot about it and became more open-minded.

This information, which he could not understand at all in the previous life, was digested by him within a short time this time.

But looking at the people around him who were still scolding Qiu Wanyou, Li Fenglan suddenly remembered those "presumptuous" words of Duan Qianli thousands of years ago.

At that time, he thought that Duan Qianli was using this to mock and ridicule their entire cultivation world.

Thinking about it now...the other party is probably serious.

And every time I heard Duan Qianli's nonsense, I would... beat him harder.

At this moment, Li Fenglan is still doubting her life. He didn't see that Duan Qianli, who was sitting side by side with him, suddenly had a tear in the corner of his eye.

The tears quickly fell between the white hair, as if they had never been here before.

Duan Qianli, who was burned and confused, remembered a past event.

Duan Qianli was born as the young master of the demon clan, he was used to reckless behavior, and he was not bound by those vain rules of human beings since he was a child, and he looked down on all kinds of rules, responsibilities, and obligations in the cultivation world.

Duan Qianli always felt that he was comfortable living like this.

He thinks that both human nature and demon nature are selfish in nature. That being the case, it might as well follow the nature to live happily.

He has lived like this for thousands of years, never thinking that he will have a day of regret.

But the fact is that Duan Qianli really regretted it, and regretted it at the beginning.

More than 1,200 years ago, the Yaozu imperial palace, the sunlight fell into the house from the window, illuminating the whole room brightly.

Such fine weather is rare in Yaoyu.

Duan Qianli was wearing a beige coat, lying on the couch while reading a storybook, while throwing a cherry into his mouth, looking very comfortable.

People of the Yaozu have always been unrestrained. As the young master, he is lying or not, with his white hair like snow hanging down to the ground. There was a breeze blowing from the window, gently lifting a few strands of hair, making Duan Qianli look very evil.

At this moment, a flower demon who had been by his side walked quickly into the room.

Even the flower demon who gets along day and night, seeing Duan Qianli like this, can't help but look at him a few more times.

"Young master," the flower demon walked up to him and said, "Just now there was news from Tianmian Palace that Li—ah no, Mrs. Young Master, has been locked by something."

Li Fenglan didn't know that Duan Qianli had been ordering the people around him to call herself "Young Master's Madam".

"Locked?" Duan Qianli put down the cherry in his hand, got Sipa to dry his fingers and sat up straight.

After a pause, he asked, "What about after locking?"

"It is said that people in the realm of comprehension have already started laying down the divine formation..." the flower demon said cautiously.

Although she is just a little demon, the reputation of "Fu Shen Zhen" is too famous, even she who has never been out of the demon world, has heard of it.

Duan Qianli gritted his teeth and said, "They really want Fuyue to die..."

The flower demon didn't dare to speak, and waited for a long time before cautiously probing: "Then what do you plan, young master?"

"Of course I rescued him!" Duan Qianli said.

The demon clan has always been wanton, and the demon master and the young master can dispatch the power of the entire clan unconditionally.

Besides, Duan Qianli is going to rob people from the cultivation world, it is very exciting to say this, as long as he says it, the people from the Yaozu will definitely follow.

Even this little demon who doesn't have much strength, heard Duan Qianli's words, and his blood boiled all of a sudden.

Killed to Tianmian Palace, the number one sect in the cultivation world! Then **** the monk who almost became their head!

This is called stimulation! This is what we demon cultivators should do!

"Then, young master, when will we—" the little flower demon asked impatiently.

Before he could speak, Duan Qianli picked up another cherry, put the cherry into his mouth, and said to the flower demon with a smile, "What's the rush?"

At the next moment, Duan Qianli made a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life in the future.

He said: "Wait a while, when Fuyue is completely disappointed by those pious people in the cultivation world, then it won't be too late for us to go."