Mozun just wants to steal the teacher

Chapter 15

Tang Juan paused, almost tripping himself, with a ghostly expression on his face.

The malicious expression was covered by the mask, Yan Huiqing helped him, and asked with concern: "Did it scare you?"

Tang Juan stood up straight with a troubled expression: "Why do you think so?"

He had never heard of a powerful character named Yan Huiqing in the Demon Realm. Where did this person come from, did he discover something, or did he guess his real purpose for coming to the Lingzong?

if the latter one……

Knowing his secret, and creating coincidences again and again, there must be other plans. To prevent accidents, we still have to cut the roots.

Tang Juan thought secretly in his heart, gathered strength in his hand, and within two seconds, put it away silently.

In the secret realm, Yan Huiqing finally saved his life. If he doesn't do anything now, he should repay the favor of saving his life.

Lord Mozun came to a conclusion without thinking about whether it was possible to kill Yan Huiqing with his current cultivation.

His aura changed from time to time, so it was not difficult to guess what his intention was.

Yan Huiqing didn't take it seriously at all, and continued to tease: "Just kidding, Moxiu went to the orthodox sect to steal teachers, and it's not ridiculous to spread it. I know you went undercover. There are young people like you in the devil world." Caijun, what a blessing.”

He was obviously praised, but Tang Juan couldn't be happy at all: "Praise, it's what I should do. Brother Yan has a high level of cultivation. I wonder which city in the devil world is the master?"

"Me? I'm just a casual cultivator, I don't live in the Demon Realm." Yan Huiqing hooked his shoulder familiarly, "What's so good about the Demon Realm? It's not as good as this world. Baiyujing, Sijiucheng, Wanfozong."

Tang Juan was not used to getting too close to others, so he subconsciously said, "Then have you traveled all over?"

Yan Huiqing let go of the situation, not without regret, and said: "I just went to Yueling Mountain, and I haven't been to several other places."

"Yueling Mountain is very close to Baiyujing, Brother Yan's next destination can be Baiyujing."

"No hurry, I still have things to finish."

Yan Huiqing smiled, but suddenly raised his hand and hooked the silver ring on his ear: "Your earrings are very special."

The feeling of touch spread from the tips of the ears. Tang Juan jumped back quickly, "It's just ordinary earrings. Brother Yan, take a stroll. I'm tired. I'll go back and rest first, and I'll say goodbye."

He walked fast, even using his spiritual power, as if he was afraid of being overtaken, he disappeared in a moment.

Yan Huiqing was stunned for two seconds, his fingertips seemed to still feel fluffy. After recovering, he twirled his fingertips and said softly, "What are you running for? I won't eat him."

Ha ha.

The system secretly cursed, your eyes are like those of a wolf cub who has been hungry for hundreds of years, eager to eat people, don't you run away and stay and wait to be disemboweled?

"Do you think he is a log? I live in an inn with him. No matter how fast he runs, he can't get rid of me."

"..."

Yan Huiqing was elated and shared his joy with the system: "Have you seen it?"

System: "See what?"

"His ears are red." Yan Huiqing was in a good mood, and chuckled softly, "Like overripe pomegranate seeds, sweet and sour juice will burst out when bitten."

Even through the mask, you can't see the expression, but you can hear from the voice, Yan Huiqing's impulse and desire to taste the pomegranate seeds.

The system was silent for a long time, and reminded: "Host, what you are holding is a script to save the world. Your identity is an immortal, not a vampire. You cannot covet Tang Juan's... blood."

"Blood?" Yan Huiqing smiled slightly and walked slowly towards the inn, "Why should I miss his blood? Don't be an idiot."

system:"……"

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After resting at the inn for the night, Tang Juan set out on the road the next day and didn't rest until Qingcheng.

He couldn't wait to practice his hands, and hoped that Qingcheng's evil spirits could resist a little bit, otherwise he would have to spend time finding other people to fight.

Qingcheng was ravaged by evil spirits, and the surrounding area was desolate, just like a ghost town.

Without any hesitation, Tang Juan plunged in.

It was almost evening, the sun was setting on the western mountain, black clouds shrouded the sky over Qingcheng, the wind was gusty, the ghostly air was lingering, and there was a bone-chilling chill.

Yan Huiqing rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, secretly speechless: "You said he wouldn't be afraid?"

System: "Liuhuoyuan separates the two worlds, and the devil world connects to the most evil and evil places in the world. There is no grass growing around, and there is a mixture of demons and ghosts. Compared with it, Qingcheng is nothing."

Beautiful people come out of poor mountains and rivers.

Yan Huiqing sighed silently, without further delay, followed into Qingcheng.

There is a ghostly atmosphere outside the city, but inside the city is a bustling scene. Pedestrians come and go on the street. Even at sunset, the shops are still open, just like in the daytime.

Yan Huiqing doesn't like lifeless places, this lively scene makes him very satisfied, he cheerfully looks at the passers-by, and sometimes he will go into the shop for a walk when he gets excited.

The system was puzzled: "Host, why don't you go to Tang Juan?"

Yan Huiqing picked a clay figurine from the stall, and looked at the clay figurine's eyebrows and eyes in the dim light of sunset: "I won't go."

The clay figurines were exquisitely made, with all the facial features, and I don't know what was placed in the sunken eye sockets. They were swarthy and looked like real eyeballs.

Yan Huiqing raised his hand and looked at the shrunken fake eyes: "Xiao Tong, how about we make a bet, Tang Juan will definitely come to find me within half an hour."

The system can use Yan Huiqing's eyes to observe, which is equivalent to seeing the clay figurine's eyes now: "Host, please put this thing down first, it's frightening."

"I don't, first you say whether to bet or not."

"..."

The system is helpless: "What's the use of the host betting with me, I can't give you anything."

"Who can't give it to you, you have what I want in your hand." Yan Huiqing stroked the clay figurine and chuckled, "There are still things I want to know."

After a long time, there was no answer, and the electronic sound seemed to disappear.

Yan Huiqing didn't say anything, and sat down on the steps aside with the clay figure, the smile on his face disappeared completely.

The owner of the clay figurine stall was still making clay figurines, and occasionally raised his head to greet the guests who stopped by, but he didn't notice that there was a clay figurine missing from the stall.

After the weak daylight disappeared completely, the city fell into deep darkness, the silvery white moonlight covered the ground, and pedestrians still walked at their own pace.

Yan Huiqing squinted his eyes, staring at the people passing by in front of him.

A faint light shone on their bodies, and gradually, that light condensed into red threads.

There are several silk threads wrapped around each person's body, respectively on the neck and limbs, like puppets on a string, leading them to make various actions.

Time flowed slowly, Yan Huiqing hid in the darkness, silently watching this play that had been choreographed countless times.

Just when he was bored, everything was broken.

The tyrannical force swept over, knocking away the pedestrians on the street, and the exploding blue spiritual power was like an overheated oil lamp, eating away at the darkness in front of us.

The tall and straight man walked towards the light, the spiritual power in his palm was bright, illuminating his outstanding face clearly.

Yan Huiqing blinked and couldn't help laughing.

Even at this time, Xiao Mumu was still expressionless, tsk, with a dumbfounded look on his face.

The pedestrians who were being pulled by the red line stopped spontaneously and walked towards Tang Juan when they were attacked.

Yan Huiqing flicked the clay figurine: "Do you think it looks like a zombie besieged city?"

After saying that, he overturned it himself: "It's not like, zombies still know they want to bite people, but they don't know what they want to do."

The people in the city are more like walking dead, being guided by the red thread on their bodies to respond, without any autonomy.

Yan Huiqing rested his forehead and watched Tang Juan and them fight with leisure.

Half a month has passed, and it stands to reason that the suppressing spirit fruit should have failed, but the power Tang Juan displayed is not as strong as imagined, and can barely stay above the golden core stage.

Thinking of a possibility, Yan Huiqing frowned almost imperceptibly.

The crowd rushed forward, and Tang Juan consumed a lot of spiritual power, and it became more and more difficult.

Mostly because he often singles out with masters, he is not used to facing so many enemies at once.

Yan Huiqing had seen enough, sat up straight, and prepared to make a move.

You can't let Xiaomu be bullied.

At this moment, there was a sound of gentle footsteps not far away, and a person walked slowly with a lamp and an umbrella.

The plain umbrella was pressed down very low, covering the face and only showing the chin.

The incident of Qingcheng is briefly mentioned in the novel, and the person involved in the period has no way of knowing, so Yan Huiqing does not know the identity of this person.

As he got closer, the light of spiritual power emanating from Tang Juan's body illuminated the person's robe, which was clearly a cassock.

The lamp carried by the visitor suddenly turned on, and the dazzling light radiated in all directions, making the red line floating in mid-air faintly visible.

At the same time, the movements of the people around Tang Juan became slower and slower.

Apart from sword cultivators, Buddhist cultivators are the most popular in the comprehension world. Most of the world's famous Buddhist cultivators have joined the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect of the World.

The Four Seas Ten Thousand Buddha Sect is thousands of miles away from this place, and I am afraid that they would not send Buddha Xiu to such a remote town.

Yan Huiqing was guessing the identity of the visitor when suddenly a person flew from Tang Juan's direction and threw them at him.

The umbrella surface was raised slightly, and a soft golden light slowly spread from inside, forming a barrier, and bounced back the flying people.

Oh open?

This is not something that a Buddhist cultivator who keeps saying "My Buddha is merciful" can do.

Taking this opportunity, Yan Huiqing had a clear view of the scene under the umbrella.

The man in cassock had not shaved his head, and the hair over his shoulders was gathered together in a low ponytail that shouldn't appear in this world.

On his shoulders lay a cub, black all over, with four hooves on the snow, and golden eyes.

A fake monk, a real cat demon.

Yan Huiqing was fascinated when he saw the person holding the umbrella turn in his direction, only nodding his head.

What attracted more attention than the kitty's eyes was the fake monk's face, with white hairs on his forehead, beautiful and almost demonic, not inferior to Tang Juan.

With appreciative eyes, Yan Huiqing took a few more glances.

He noticed that there was no pictorial mark on the head of the fake monk. According to the system, he should not be someone related to the plot.

The kitten suddenly jumped up, waved its paws, and a fierce attack came head-on. Accompanied by the attack, there was a roar: "If you dare to look at him again, this deity has gouged out your eyes."

Yan Huiqing is rebellious by nature, he does what he is not told to do.

He dodged the attack, and the next moment he stopped beside the golden light barrier, met the kitten's angry eyes, and teased, "I don't know the master's name?"

"Wu Rong, don't make trouble."

The fake monk reprimanded him lightly, stopped the kitten from attacking, and looked up at the foolish person in front of him: "I offended you so much just now, I hope the benefactor will forgive me."

"Master, is he apologizing for that stupid cat?" Yan Huiqing smiled lazily, "If you tell me your name, I will accept the apology."

The cat cub squealed unhappily.

The fake monk turned his head and rubbed his face against the kitten: "The benefactor has something on his mind, why would he provoke other people's family?"

His eyes are clear, as if he can see through people at a glance.

Yan Huiqing looked at the friendly person and cat, and suddenly lost interest in teasing: "The monk is really boring, not as interesting as my little wood."

More and more people besieged Tang Juan. The fake monk held a lamp and wanted to help, but Yan Huiqing stopped him: "Master, you have your own heart, so don't provoke other people."

As soon as the words fell, he snatched the umbrella from the fake monk's hand: "I forgot to bring a weapon when I went out, so I borrowed it."

The kitten whispered in the monk's ear: "Dengdeng, he grabbed your umbrella, I'll kill him, okay?"

The fake monk laughed and scratched the cat's chin with his free hand: "It doesn't matter if the umbrella is gone, I can pet you now."

Kitty: "!"

Unable to support himself, Tang Juan knelt on the ground on one knee.

Before he left Yueling Mountain, he went to the elders for advice, afraid of being exposed, so he took the spirit suppressing fruit again.

Master Demon Venerable has killed countless evil spirits, knowing that his cultivation base is not enough for evil spirits, he prepared a lot of charms to restrain evil spirits in advance, and prepared to kill the evil spirits in Qingcheng.

As a result... the damned evil spirit actually resorted to crowd tactics, and the things he had prepared were simply not enough!

He was not beaten to death, but he was about to die of anger.

Tang Juan tried to mobilize the remaining spiritual power, but there was not much left. He frowned and said angrily, "Yan Huiqing, do you want to continue watching the fun?"

The tip of the umbrella parted the crowd, and the voice with a smile was getting closer: "You shouted so enthusiastically, it seems that you really miss me."

The author has something to say:

Today's scene:

Brother Yan flirted wildly.

Tang Tang Nao Bu repays the favor.

System gags.

The monk and the cat cameo.

The title copy has been changed back to the original version, and the explicit words have been harmonized. I feel that this version still feels right, cuties, don’t admit it wrong~

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