I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

"I'm afraid that one day I will die in the hands of the demon clan."

"I have heard Master tell me since I was a child that Daqian is a holy land for humanity. I have long wanted to escape and see it with my own eyes."

Li Zhi's tone was calm, as if he was talking about another person.

Zhou Yi said: "It is not shameful to fear death."

"They also comforted me in this way, so Yuan Chenzhu recognizes you as the master, and it is yours. I should thank you."

Li Zhi pushed the Chou Niu Pearl back, and the curse of the Yuan Chen Pearl was naturally broken as Zhou Yi refined it.

Zhou Yi asked: "How long do you have left?"

Li Zhi said: "Three years, or five years... If we are just hanging on, we should be able to delay it for one or two more years."

Zhou Yi said: "Then I hope you have a good time in Daqian."

"Of course, it's like a fairyland here."

Li Zhi opened the curtain and looked out the window at the stage, where the new generation of oirans-to-be were dancing and singing.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle, singing and dancing.

The Book of Changes originally had many questions, such as the current situation of the twelve sects, the reason for the collapse of Qianhuan Sect, the identity and character of Chen Long and others, etc.

After meeting Li Zhi, many questions could not be asked.

So he changed the topic and asked, "What's going on with the scars on your face?"

The Yang Shen monk uses magic power to repair his body. He can regrow a severed head or arm, and a scar on his face can be restored in an instant.

"Let me think about it... more than a hundred years ago, during the ninth thousand year banquet of the Lord of the Lion and Camel Kingdom, the White Elephant Demon King kidnapped tens of thousands of women to refine the Extreme Yin Spirit Pill as a gift."

Li Zhi recalled: "There were still six sects at that time, and we all agreed to rescue them. I personally escaped into the Demon King's cave to investigate. I never thought that Prince Jinpeng was present, and the innate immortal eyes saw through my changes. In the end, I was lucky enough to escape with my life. He was hit by the Fairy Feather, leaving scars on his face.”

"let me see?"

Zhou Yi said that he had already stretched out his hand and touched the tip of Li Zhi's eyebrow.

Instinct developed through hundreds of years of fighting, Li Zhi subconsciously cast a protective spell, and then a vast ocean of magic imprisoned her.

A ray of golden light slowly pulled out from Li Zhi's face, turning into a golden feather, and there was a faint eagle cry.

Li Zhi touched her cheek in disbelief. There was no woman who didn't love beauty, even the decisive Yang Shen master.

Then he thought of something and quickly stood up and saluted.

"Thank you, senior."

Li Zhi hired many medical monks to treat the scars on his face, but they only managed to contain the injuries, but none of them could heal the demonic wounds.

The master of the Feixian temple, who claims to be closest to a true immortal, asserts that non-true immortals cannot cure him.

"No need to be polite. It's all thanks to you that I can drink and listen to music here."

Zhou Yi asked: "Your surname is Li, are you from the blood of the Daqian royal family?"

Li Zhi shook his head and said: "Back then, Li Sheng saw that the demon people had no surnames, so he gave everyone the imperial surname, so all the disciples of the twelve sects were surnamed Li."

"I see."

Zhou Yi and Li Zhi chatted while eating, from the south of the sky to the north of the earth, from dragon meat in the sky to donkey meat on the ground.

Li Zhi has been fighting monsters since the beginning of his training. He has traveled across several continents and is very experienced in killing and eating monsters.

Zhou Yi rarely fights with magic, but he has witnessed many memories of demons and written the records of searching for demons. His experience is no worse than that of Li Zhi.

The more the two chatted, the more they became more and more interested. It was not until after midnight, when the sound of Chunfeng Tower gradually died down, that they said goodbye with unfinished feelings.

"Taoist friends will visit Daqian. If you meet someone suitable, accept him as a disciple. Don't let Qianhuan Sect lose its inheritance."

"Cherish it for the rest of your life."

Zhou Yi said goodbye and left in the clouds.

…

Qingfeng Xiaozhu.

Everything is silent, and the bright moon hangs high.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged under the peach tree, leaning on the back of the sacred ox and meditating.

Mao Jiu was lying on a branch and fell asleep, flicking his tail unconsciously, and the sound of Luo Li's even breathing could be heard in the room.

The sacred cow exhaled, and soft green grass grew silently on the ground.

A leaf fell from the peach tree and fell into the teapot, where it boiled without fire.

"Not bad, you are sensible."

Zhou Yi smiled.

The news about the twelve sects and the demon country outside the territory made him worried, and even the sacred cow and the fairy peach tree took the initiative to comfort him. It was really embarrassing for the immortal.

Twenty thousand years of Taoism may not be able to solve the problem now, so wait until one hundred thousand years, two hundred thousand years of Taoism, or a million years of Taoism.

The purple and green swords are in the hands, and the golden dragon scissors are close to the body.

If any demon dares to cause trouble, it will never come back.

Zhou Yi took a sip of tea and found that Yin Shen had grown slightly.

"Peach tree, peach tree, you can't boast, you even hid it. What's going on with this leaf?"

The branches of Xiantao swayed and defended themselves.

There are a certain number of leaves on the tree. There are 129,600 ordinary leaves, and eleven of them are the essence. If each leaf falls off, it will be difficult to regenerate.

"That's more than 10,000 tablets, enough for ten years!"

Ever since Zhou Yi knew that planting 10,000-year-old peaches would extend one's life by 3,000 years, he had no hope for the fairy peach tree.

It would be great if some losses could be subsidized from other aspects.

The peach tree seems to sense Zhou Yi's thoughts, and the peach leaves automatically explain themselves in the absence of wind.

The five human monsters who died under the tree yesterday were buried in the ground and turned into fertilizer. After being absorbed, it only takes 9999 years to grow fairy peaches.

"..."

Zhou Yi looked at the peach tree carefully and saw what else it could do besides cutting it into a magic sword.

…

Ministry of Things.

Zhou Yi walked on the road and received admiring looks from many colleagues.

When Chen Ying saw Zhou Yi enter the room, he quickly moved his chair, brushed off the dust, served breakfast, and served him like a dog slave.

"Brother Zhou, you are so tall!"

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Yi tasted Dashunzhai's pastries, but they didn't taste as good as last night's hot pot.

Chen Ying said with a smile: "You are still hiding it from me. It has been reported in Chunfeng Tower that Yaoyao Oiran has redeemed himself."

"It's not my business?"

Zhou Yi did not doubt whether Li Zhi had money. The hundreds of years of Yang Shen monks who missed a few points were enough to replace a few oirans.

Please help, [app] can steal book stamps like food. Come and steal your friends' book stamps to vote for my books.

"Everyone is saying that Brother Zhou, you have a secret medicine that can be wrapped around your waist three times to make the oiran give up his mind overnight..."

Before Chen Ying could finish speaking, a spell sealed his mouth and silenced him for twelve hours.

Zhou Yi's ears were clear and he took out the Chou Niu Bead. As expected, he had another ray of soul power.

The number of clones in the prison increased to eight. Except for Qin Qiong, who had sneaked into Prince Yan's palace, and a spare clone, the others were all killing demons in the prison.

Strategically, we despise the demon clan outside the territory, but tactically we must pay attention to it.

This morning, I killed twenty-four B-character hell demons, which increased my Taoism by a full forty-two years.

The Demon Illustrated Book increases mana, and the Yuan Chen Pearl increases soul power, the best of both worlds.

His spiritual consciousness entered the Chou Niu Zhu and found that Chen Long and others were online, and messages were sent out one after another.

Weiyang: How did Li Chao fall into the hands of the demon clan?

Chen Long: The Lion Demon King was going to hold a banquet for thousands of people. He went to investigate the truth, but was accidentally discovered by the old demon's mount Lingxi.

Shen Hou: Li Chao is Zhenren’s only biological son and must be rescued. The old devil holds a banquet for tens of thousands of people every year, so he should be eliminated as well.

Maotu: Yes, that old devil should have died long ago!

Chenlong: I can’t go! The Lion Demon King is the sworn brother of the Golden-winged Dapeng, so he must have a protective treasure on his body, and besides, there are thousands of demons gathering on the Lion Mountain.

Weiyang: Li Chao is extremely talented and is the heir to Feixian Temple. How could he be killed by the demon mouth?

Chen Long: All the disciples of Feixian Temple were killed by Yaokou, why can't he!

Chen Long continued: I have received news that the Golden Bird Demon King of Feihong Mountain is on the banquet list of the Lion Demon King. That old demon is cruel by nature and has kept hundreds of thousands of people in captivity to eat brains, so why not take this opportunity to destroy his lair.

Chen Long: Chao'er exchanged the lives of hundreds of thousands of people and destroyed the demons in Feihong Mountain. He died a worthy death!

There was silence in Yuan Chenzhu for a moment, and Weiyang and others all agreed with what Chen Long said.