The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

Who is this person?

Shen Liuxiang also wanted to know, so he asked.

The young man's face froze, his ecstatic expression faded like a tide, and the hand that held Shen Liuxiang became a little tighter.

"Ning Runxin, I'm Ning Runxin... We met in the demon world, you said... you said you would come to Jianzong to find me! But you haven't come, I've been looking for you for a long time, how can you not remember me. "

Shen Liuxiang's hand was pinched so painfully that he pursed his lips and said nothing.

He thought about it, but remembered a little about Ning Runxin in the novel, because it was not the main supporting role, only a few words.

Uncle Ye Bingran, the genius of Sword Sect who once shone for a while, then fell and stopped at the Golden Core Realm for the rest of his life.

"You probably recognized the wrong person." Shen Liuxiang wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held tighter.

When Ning Runxin heard this answer, his fingertips were almost embedded in Shen Liu's palm and the back of his hand, and his bones were almost crushed.

"You hurt him," Zhou Xuanlan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and Ning Runxin's fingers were so hard that they turned white, "Let me loose."

Ning Runxin turned a deaf ear and couldn't control his behavior. He didn't even realize that he was hurting Shen Liuxiang, and just stared at him closely.

"I didn't admit my mistake, why do you pretend you don't know me."

Shen Liuxiang felt that there might be something wrong with the person in front of him. In order to make him recognize the reality, he said, "I have a popular face, and I can find seven or eight twin brothers when I go out and walk around. Your Excellency must be mistaken, my name is Shen Liuliu, this is definitely not the name of the person you are looking for."

Ning Runxin paused for a while, with a complicated expression, "Thinking that if you add a hyphen after your name, I don't know you anymore... Shen Liu."

Shen Liuliu was stunned.

Could it be that the original owner really used the disguise technique to have contact with this person and used the pseudonym Shen Liu?

He tried to clear his mind.

At this time, there was a little movement in the hand.

Shen Liuxiang lowered his eyes and saw that Zhou Xuanlan's hand, which had been pinched so pale, was rubbed lightly.

Shen Liuxiang was moved to tears.

Or your own apprentice.

"Who is he?"

Ning Runxin finally looked away from Shen Liuxiang, only to notice the young man beside him and asked something familiar.

Zhou Xuanlan: "What's the matter with you?"

Click-!

Shen Liuxiang heard the sound of ice breaking, and looked down, it turned out to be not fake, the ground was centered on Ning Runxin, condensed into crystal clear ice and spread around.

In the blink of an eye, he was about to touch Zhou Xuanlan's black boots, Shen Liuxiang grabbed him with his backhand, and took a few steps back together.

Seeing this, Ning Runxin felt a chill all over his body.

"No," a monk in a Taoist robe appeared beside Ning Runxin, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, all the ice layers on the ground were dissipated.

He said to Shen Liu, "I'm sorry, my junior brother sometimes admits the wrong person when he is ill."

The person who came was the Sect Master of Sword Sect, Lan Xiaosheng.

Ning Runxin glanced at him sideways, her crown-like face was full of icy coldness, "Don't mind your own business, I'm not mistaken this time."

Lan Xiaosheng: "After many years, it is impossible for him to remain the same."

Ning Runxin frowned: "Maybe, he has changed his shape and appearance."

He said, wanting to get closer to Shen Liuxiang.

Shen Liuxiang quickly took a step back.

Ning Runxin was stunned for a moment and stopped, with a hurt expression on his face.

He retracted his hand, stood there for a while, and smiled at Shen Liuxiang, "You must think that my cultivation is too low, so you pretended not to know me, it doesn't matter, I will see you when my cultivation is higher, as long as you stop Just leave without saying goodbye.”

After Ning Runxin finished speaking, he slowly retreated from Shen Liuxiang's sight.

The elders of Jianzong reacted and hurriedly chased after them, "Uncle Ning, where are you going! Don't run around! No one can afford to blame the ancestors!"

When one of the parties left, there was only one left where everyone's eyes converged.

Shen Liuxiang was suffering from the disciples from the Sword Sect: "Fuck it! The person that my uncle is thinking about is him? It's just that he looks ordinary, and he still refuses our uncle? Give him a face!"

On the other side, Qingling's disciples were not to be outdone: "Outer disciples are talented! It seems that he hooked up with Uncle Jianzong, but he kicked him. In the end, the other party was chasing after him. I've heard of people like this!"

There are other disciples of various sects, and the fire of gossip has already been burning in their hearts.

That night, rumors about Shen Liuxiang spread all over the Sword Sect.

"Uncle Master is looking for the person he is thinking about. I saw it with my own eyes, ah? What does it look like? Well... I don't remember."

"What's so outstanding? Just... just being arrogant. Relying on my uncle's liking, I caught him, kicked him, and pretended not to know him. It seems that I have a new love."

"Speaking of which, why does he look down on our uncle, even if the uncle stops at the golden core, his appearance and background are not ten million times better than his Shen Liuliu, and he has the face to reject the uncle, he just doesn't know what's wrong!"

"Qing Lingzong's reputation will be ruined by this disciple, but I heard that he is an outer disciple."

"Poor Uncle Shi's affection for the wrong payment, how can he be so blind, it's better to pick one up on the side of the road than that person!"

Overnight, the name "Shen Liuliu" became a scumbag endorsement.

Shen Liuxiang was lying on the bed, thinking of the disciple of Jianzong who brought him tea, and looking like he wanted to poison the tea, he couldn't help wrapping the quilt tightly.

Snow in June is really cold.

Probably clashed with Jianzong. When he chased Ye Bingran, he was scolded by Jianzong disciples for not being ashamed.

Shen Liuxiang sighed sadly, took out a few words, read it for half an hour, and prepared to sleep.

It was suddenly bright as day outside, and someone raised their voices in surprise.

"Uncle Ning has made a breakthrough!!"

For a time, the entire sword sect was boiling, and the gongs and drums were loud in the night, and the battle was comparable to that of the master who broke through to the Mahayana realm.

"Wuwuwu, it's been ten years or so. Uncle Shi has finally stepped into Nascent Soul from Jindan."

"Is it because of that Shen Liuliu in the daytime, my uncle was heartbroken and finally broke up with him."

"Stop talking, I'll go burn high incense for Shen Liuliu now."

Shen Liu rang out the door, and all the disciples of Qingling lived in the courtyard.

Seeing him, Ling Jinye beckoned and said, "It's all your credit."

Shen Liuxiang: "..."

Only a tiny bit of the original owner's memory was left. Unfortunately, Ning Runxin was not included in it, and it was not mentioned in the original book at all. He really didn't know what kind of relationship the two had.

Shen Liuxiang shook his head helplessly, looked around, and found that Zhou Xuanlan's room was tightly closed.

He wanted to see how he could sleep so deeply.

The night sky lit up again.

Shen Liuxiang heard a series of inhalation sounds, as well as screams that cut through the sky above Jianzong.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Thick and thin.

These four words popped up in everyone's mind, and there is Tianzongyingcai.

Countless Sword Sect disciples reveled for it, and they cheered one after another, and Shen Liuxiang stood there and rubbed his ears.

At this moment, the door of Zhou Xuanlan's room suddenly opened.

Half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and after his eyes locked on Shen Liu, he stepped out.

Shen Liuxiang found that the spiritual energy surrounding Zhou Xuanlan was different, and both the intensity and the speed of operation had reached a new realm.

He opened his eyes slightly, "You broke through?"

There was a lot of noise around, Zhou Xuanlan couldn't hear it for a while, leaned down slightly, "What did the teacher say?"

Shen Liuxiang said it again.

Zhou Xuanlan's dark eyes showed a little smile, and she pointed to her forehead, "Kiss me and I'll tell you."

Shen Liuxiang turned around and left.

I kissed him ten times a day, and it hurts to kiss him on the mouth.

Zhou Xuanlan quickly grabbed him: "Master, don't be angry, the disciple has indeed broken through to the Golden Core Realm."

Golden Core Realm…

Shen Liuxiang bit these words between his teeth, his face slightly condensed.

He remembered that Zhou Xuanlan was in this realm, lost all his cultivation, tasted the warmth and coldness of human beings, experienced countless tortures of life and death, and his beliefs were destroyed and destroyed over and over again, and finally fell into boundless darkness.

It was also at this time that Su Baiche had established a unique position in his heart that no one could shake.

Zhou Xuanlan hesitated and said, "Is the Master unhappy?"

Shen Liuxiang was interrupted, raised his eyes and hooked his lower lip, with a bright smile on his face, "Of course I'm happy for you."

The whole Jianzong's celebration of Ning Runxin's breakthrough continued happily.

Shen Liuxiang pulled Zhou Xuanlan back to the room, untied the star flower bag, searched inside for a while, and took out an ink blue box.

Zhou Xuanlan remembered that it was in the Lingxiao Palace after the disciple's competition, and Shen Liuxiang took the one he said he wanted.

Shen Liuxiang handed it to him: "For you, congratulations."

Zhou Xuanlan didn't answer: "Master is not either, just take it."

"Don't worry, the elixir inside was taken out and sold by me," Shen Liuxiang blinked.

There was no light in the room, and the light was particularly dim, which made his eyes clearer and brighter, so beautiful that Zhou Xuanlan couldn't move his eyes.

Shen Liuxiang's eyelashes trembled, and he shoved the ink blue box into his hand, urging: "Hurry up and open it."

Zhou Xuanlan said yes.

Knuckled fingers pushed open the buckle.

The dark blue box gradually opened, and a spiritual fruit was reflected in Zhou Xuanlan's eyes, emitting a soft and lustrous light, and strands of red silk wrapped it tightly in the box.

"Sacred Fruit..." Zhou Xuanlan's throat was dry, "This disciple is just entering the Golden Core Realm, so he doesn't need the Sacred Fruit, so Master should keep it."

Shengming fruit, the strongest spiritual fruit below the god-transforming realm, is the first treasure that helps the cultivators in the Nascent Soul realm to break through to the god-transforming realm.

Once a thousand years, it is a priceless treasure.

Zhou Xuanlan knew that Sheng Mingguo was in Shen Liuxiang's hands, but he never thought that the other party would give him the holy fruit.

"If you don't need it, you can eat it as a snack, but..." Shen Liu snorted for a while and said vaguely, "It's best to keep it for now, if there is any problem with the spiritual power in the future, like it disappears at once, you can try to see if it works. , even if it's useless, it won't do you any harm."

Zhou Xuanlan clasped the box with his slender fingers and said softly, "This disciple understands, thank you Master."

Shen Liuxiang yawned: "Okay, Master is going to bed, you go out first."

So Zhou Xuanlan's thin lips moved: "Can I sleep with Master?"

Shen Liuxiang threw the person out of the room mercilessly, slammed the door shut, turned to drink a sip of tea, and found that Zhou Xuanlan was still standing at the door.

"Master."

"No." Shen Liuxiang said decisively.

Zhou Xuanlan raised his finger and lowered his forehead: "Master forgot this before going to bed."

Shen Liuxiang was speechless for a moment, really persistent.

He opened the door, and while no one in the courtyard noticed this, he lightly tapped Zhou Xuanlan's forehead, then waved his hand and blasted the person away, "Okay, get out."

A good night's dream.

The next day, many people rushed to Jianzong.

The most eye-catching is the group of Xiyang Sect, dressed in uniform bright red costumes, all the disciples face like a scorching sun, with arrogance and pride.

The leading disciple hangs a lot of magic tools, daggers, shadowless needles, money darts...all of them are good things. Although the rest of the disciples are not as good as him, there are also many things on their bodies.

Walking all the way, there were a lot of surprises on both sides of the road.

"That person is Jin Dieshang, the young sect master of Xiyang, who has entered the golden core realm at a young age, and his future is limitless."

"Sure enough, they are disciples of Xiyang Sect. It is said that the many hidden weapons hanging on them are only a small part, and more powerful ones are hidden in the dark."

"Speaking of hidden weapons, I heard that Jin Dieshang's most powerful weapon is not hidden weapons, but arrows. It is rumored that during the foundation-building period, it was convenient to take the head of a Jindan monk from thousands of miles away."

"This is indeed the case. This son has extraordinary skills in archery. The Xiyang Sect Master deliberately sought the best bow and arrow materials in the world, and asked the master forge to create a set of magical instruments for him, the Jiuxiao Cloud Piercing Arrow and the Dragon Yin Wan Bone. bow."

"I heard that the birth of a bow and an arrow is a high-level grade. I don't know if I can feast my eyes today."

Shen Liuxiang stayed in the room for a long time, sorted out most of the runes of spirit binding, and went out for a walk in the warm sun after having lunch.

Hearing the noise coming from the training ground, he walked towards it.

At this time, in the huge square, although the disciples of Xiyang Sect occupied a small corner, they attracted the attention of countless people.

They brought a cage, which contained a little girl of about five or six years old. She was well-behaved and pleasant. Her small body was curled up in the corner of the cage, her face was full of fear, and her eyes looked around timidly.

Someone was immediately angry and wanted to come forward to fight.

"Fellow Daoists, don't misunderstand," a Xiyang disciple pointed to the girl in the cage, "This is the demon clan, the descendant of the phoenix."

The audience was stunned and in an uproar.

The phoenix is ​​an ancient divine bird, why did it suddenly appear, and it still fell into the hands of Xiyangzong.

The disciple explained: "The blood is not pure, just a bastard."

Someone said: "That's also very rare. Xiyangzong is really powerful, and he can catch such monsters."

"Where, the sect master took some effort to catch it,"

The disciple said humbly, but couldn't hold back the smugness on his face, "The sect master specially grabbed it for the young sect master to practice archery, this bird's injury is not half blood, and it will heal in a few hours, but according to the severity of the scream, And how fast the wound heals to judge the power of the attack."

"It's an excellent archery spirit."

After hearing this, everyone took a few more glances, and only then did they realize that the girl's exposed skin was covered with scars. Although most of the wounds had healed, the scars remained.

She curled up, shrugged the tip of her pink nose lightly, her bright eyes filled with tears, and she looked timidly at the crowd around her.

Don't know who to turn to for help.

"I-I'm not a bad person... Leave me alone, I want to go home..."

The soft-hearted cultivator couldn't help but said: "Even if it's a demon clan, there is still wisdom. It's too cruel and cold-blooded to use her to practice arrows."

There was a cold hum from the crowd.

Jin Dieshang shoved the person who spoke to the ground, "I see that you are clearly jealous, and you are not cruel to the demon clan. It's no wonder that a lot of people are only Jindan cultivators. If I were you, I would be ashamed and die of fear."

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and paced towards the iron cage.

When the girl saw him, she reflexively screamed and curled her body hard, accompanied by several loud and whimpering calls.

Jin Dieshang frowned, scolded, and immediately opened the cage.

The little girl stumbled out of the cage and instantly turned into a bird like a phantom. The sunlight pierced through the almost transparent feathers, reflecting a brilliant golden glow.

Everyone present was amazed at the beautiful appearance of the Phoenix.

"She flew away!" someone exclaimed.

In the next moment, Jin Dieshang took down the longbow hanging outside the cage, and took out another carved feather, and pulled the bow to shoot arrows.

call out-!

The cold arrow pierced through the air, pierced through the head of the phoenix, and then fell to the ground.

A disciple hurried to pick it up.

The phoenix paused in mid-air, his head cracked a visible seam, and he couldn't move for a while.

The Xiyang disciple hurriedly boasted: "The young sect master is good at archery, and he can shoot such a powerful force with a low-grade bow and arrow. If he uses the Jiuxiao Cloud Piercing Arrow and the Longyin Wanbone Bow instead, I am afraid that this bird will die if it doesn't die. "

A person next to him echoed: "Exactly, I don't know if there are so many people today, are they lucky to see the bow and arrow of the young sect master."

Jin Dieshang said impatiently: "Every time I play alone, you also come to practice, how can the arrow on the waist be used as a decoration."

Someone flattered: "After seeing your archery, who has the face to bow and shoot arrows."

Jin Dieshang raised his eyebrows lightly, and snorted arrogantly, "Say some good things, but it's the truth."

In the air, most of the phoenix's wounds have healed, and there is a faint trend of flapping its wings to leave.

Seeing this, Jin Dieshang sighed with a helpless look on his face, "I didn't want to hurt her seriously, after all, everything has a spirit, but she has to be calmer."

He spread his palms as he spoke, and a beautiful red longbow emerged, along with three cold arrows that shone with silver light.

"When the young sect master was in the foundation-building stage, he used this set of instruments to seal the throat of a Jindan stage cultivator from thousands of miles away. Now, he has entered the Jindan stage again. I am afraid that the undead bird, who is still in its infancy, is not only affected by this arrow. It's as simple as being seriously injured."

"Good thing, good thing, I haven't seen the appearance of an undead bird."

Leng Rui silver arrow pointed obliquely above.

The phoenix sensed the danger and struggled desperately, but the wound on her head had not healed. At this time, she had no strength to move, and she became a living target.

She was so scared that she burst into tears, stumbled and begged for mercy in a childish voice, sobbing: "I'm not a bad person, really not, don't kill me, please... I, I just want to go home, I have never bullied you. what."

Some people can't stand it anymore and want to step forward to stop it.

The companion hurriedly grabbed him: "Absolutely not! Jin Dieshang is the lifeblood of the Xiyang Sect Master. If you stop him, you will annoy him. Offending him is equivalent to offending the entire Xiyang Xianzong! Think twice!"

The other monks who were about to move also stopped when they heard this.

Although it is unbearable, but for a monster, offending the behemoth of the Xiyang Sect is not worth the loss.

Jin Dieshang sneered and released his fingers.

Accompanied by a loud dragon roar, the cloud-piercing arrow slid across a ray of silver light, and with a chilling pressure, it attacked the undead bird that was frozen in the air.

The phoenix trembled like a sieve, opened her eyes slightly, her pupils reflected a cold light that was approaching, and she let out a shrill cry in fear.

At this moment, a sound of breaking the air came in an instant.

call out-!

A carved feather arrow traversed a smooth and graceful arc in the air, and suddenly collided with the cloud-piercing arrow.

However, the materials of the two arrows were vastly different. In an instant, the eagle-like arrow broke through, but the silver arrow did not stop for a moment, and went straight to the phoenix.

However, there were two more sounds of "咻咻-".

Two arrows of carved feathers came one after the other, blocking the front of the cloud-piercing arrow.

Not only that, but after everyone saw the two arrows, there were more than a dozen carved feather arrows coming from the sky.

The voices of "Whoa, whoa, whoa—" can be heard incessantly.

Cloud Piercing Arrow was finally outnumbered, and a ray of silver light fell.

"Clang" hit the hard ground.

There was silence inside and outside the training ground.

Jin Dieshang's face was ashen, his hands trembled when he held the longbow, his blue veins burst out, and he looked towards a corner outside the square.

Everyone followed his line of sight and saw a young man leaning against a tree.

Dressed in a white robe, with golden plum blossoms embroidered on the cuffs and hem, at his feet, a disciple of the Xiyang Sect who had gone to pick up arrows was upside down.

The bow and arrow in his hand were obviously taken from the opponent.

Perceived sight.

Shen Liuxiang's slender white long fingers turned down the arrow, raised his eyes with a smile that was not a smile, and shot an arrow with a bow.

"Otherwise, I'll shoot you for fun too."