Chapter 366 Demon Lord
Chi Xuan's tense mind relaxed slightly.
Under the big locust tree, in front of the stone chess table, he bowed his hands and said in salute: "It is really a sin for a junior student to disturb his seniors' Qing Dynasty."
Tu Shanjun laughed dumbly. This man was quite interesting. It was clear that he used magic to invite this man's spiritual consciousness to come over.
When he arrived at Chi Xuan's place, it became his fault for disturbing him.
Tu Shanjun said quietly: "I invited you here, what's the crime?" He had already known Chi Xuan, and it was hard to imagine that this was a Taoist priest in his early twenties.
He had a beard and wore an unclean indigo robe with dark yellow edges.
He looks quite mature.
However, even Chi Xuan took the initiative to change his appearance, seemingly in order to make himself appear to be a master of magic.
After Tu Shanjun finished speaking, Chi Xuan secretly said: "It's bitter."
He had no idea what kind of character the person in front of him had. If he gave a wrong answer, his life might be in danger.
Therefore, he could only observe the young man sitting calmly and calmly on the wicker chair.
Although there is a bun, in fact, when you get closer, you find that the wild red hair is just tied up casually with a rough scarf rope to make the wild red hair appear orderly, but it is still surprising.
Not to mention the two winding ghost horns extending from the forehead.
The dark ghost horns are like bamboo knots, with scarlet lines flickering slightly.
Measure visually.
He is more than nine feet tall, tall and tall, with an unrivaled appearance. His temperament is calm and indifferent, like a fairy mountain and a vast universe. He is truly a real hero!
Wearing a black monk's robe, the inner side is lined with relief paintings, and the outer side is as black as ink, with a slightly wider edge sealed in scarlet.
The material looks very familiar.
Chi Xuan felt that he should have seen it somewhere, and as if he thought of something, he suddenly said: "Soul flag."
The black Taoist robe made of it was clearly made of the same material as the Zunhun Banner.
What's even more peculiar is that the eyes, as deep as cold pools, can often be seen flickering with divine light.
"Please take a seat."
Tu Shanjun didn't dwell on the rhetorical question just now, and casually put down the book in his hand.
Chi Xuan was obviously a little more cautious. After sitting down, he fixed his gaze on the chessboard in front of him and found that it was a chess game with a lot of craftsmanship.
There is no agility, as if every step is taken strictly according to the rules.
"Is this a magic technique?"
Chi Xuan's pupils narrowed unconsciously.
He looked carefully and saw a chessboard somewhere. It was clearly a technique arranged in this form, as if it was some kind of strict ritual.
"With your current level of cultivation, it would be harmful to see too much."
Tu Shanjun casually swept all the black and white pieces in front of him into a chess basket. There was no chess game in front of him, but there was an extra wine pot and two wine cups.
"Pour the wine."
Chi Xuan looked around and saw not even a ghost.
Then he pointed at himself and asked with a little confusion and surprise: "Me?"
"It's not you, do you want me to pour you some wine?"
"Hey, look at what you said, how dare this junior let the old cultivator take action."
Chi Xuan hurriedly picked up the jug, poured wine for Tu Shanjun, and also poured a glass for himself. He put down the jug and raised his own cup and said, "Respect, senior."
He said that he couldn't wait to drink it down in one gulp.
He breathed out a breath of white mist and cold air, and said loudly: "Good wine!"
Tu Shanjun picked up the wine cup and drank a full cup after smelling the alcohol.
After his Yin spirit was burned out, he could feel the feeling of powerlessness and loneliness, and he also realized that it seemed that he had not woken up for a long time.
The soul flag is one, the main soul is destroyed, but the soul flag does not completely lose all perception and become a cold object.
The taste of drinking is certainly pleasant, but without the people to toast with, the taste of fireworks is missing.
"I wonder why the old cultivator called this junior here?"
"Is it just drinking?" Chi Xuan put down the wine cup and poured himself another glass. If he really found a drinker, he thought it would be okay. Anyway, drinking wine is not drinking.
Tu Shanjun pondered, he had forgotten how to have normal conversations or get along peacefully with the banner master.
There was no meeting at first because Tu Shanjun wanted to observe the character of the other party.
If it was an extreme form of magic, he could kill it with peace of mind and refine it into a banner slave.
However, after observing these days, Chi Xuan is a Taoist who has a good nature but knows how to adapt. Tu Shanjun has no reason to kill the other party, and he will not choose to kill the other party.
Tu Shanjun turned the wine cup and looked at Chi Xuan with his deep eyes: "What wishes do you want to realize?"
Chi Xuan was stunned for a while and couldn't help but laugh: "Old Xiu Xian's words really surprised this junior."
As he spoke, his expression became serious: "I have not yet distinguished myself, I have not made Red Sheep Palace famous all over the world, and I have not accepted a few disciples to leave a legacy."
He raised the wine cup and stared blankly at the surface of the wine at Ruping Lake, where the shadow of his face was reflected.
In the end, I chose to drink it all in one gulp.
"You think I want to kill you?"
"Is not it."
Tu Shanjun did not explain, but shook his head lightly.
"Then senior asked me what my wish was for. Could it be that senior planned to help me realize my wish." Chi Xuan himself felt guilty when he said it. He knew there was something wrong with it as soon as he heard about it. How could anyone not practice cultivation and want to help others realize their wishes.
Such people must have more plans.
Or in the story, the sealed demon confuses the world, causing the world to relax its vigilance and at the same time unlock the seal, releasing the demon within the seal.
The more Chi Xuan looked at Tushan Jun, the more he felt that his guess was right.
"After your wish comes true, you need to do one thing for me."
Chi Xuan immediately showed an expression that was indeed the case, quickly calmed down, and said loudly, "Senior, don't worry, even if you give all the inherited magic weapons to the junior, if there is a rush, I will not say anything."
Tu Shanjun saw through Chi Xuan's evil thoughts at a glance.
It was clearly an idea to act with nothing, but not to fulfill the promise.
Although he was talking to Chi Xuan, it was actually Chi Xuan who was trying to figure out Tu Shanjun.
Such a seemingly extraordinary monk is trapped in an unknown place and can only talk to people in this way, which shows that the restrictions on him are very huge.
Chi Xuan already knew that he would not be killed easily.
In this case, there is nothing to worry about.
The most important thing is to be able to benefit from the young old monster in front of him.
Regardless of the inheritance of spells, there are other abilities related to soul flags.
Tu Shanjun did not expose Chi Xuan's little thoughts, but very naturally took out a Yin Soul Pill and placed it on the stone table: "I come from outside the territory. I need your strength to reach the Golden Pill to help me return."
"this……"
Chi Xuan stared at the Yinhun Pill on the table in surprise. It was precisely because of the help of the pill that his strength was able to increase rapidly. He did not expect that the pill was made by the person in front of him.
"From now on, I will provide you with elixirs, martial arts formulas, and guide you in your practice."
"You just need to improve your own strength as soon as possible and help me return to the outside world." Tu Shanjun has already made a training plan for Chi Xuan, and he also has enough resources in his storage bag.
Perhaps it is difficult for others to achieve anything in this world with thin spiritual energy, but Soul Banner does not rely on spiritual energy, and Tushanjun also does not rely on spiritual energy. What he needs is mana that is enough to support his cultivation.
As Tu Shanjun waved his hand, a thin scroll appeared on the stone table.
"The exercises in Chiyang Palace are just fragments of the fire-attribute Qi training. This volume of 'Fire Sutra Commentary' is a large volume of scriptures. The power of cultivation is deeper than that of ordinary scriptures, and it is very suitable for you to practice."
Zhang Ran is really a treasure trove. His undercover career has provided Tu Shanjun with a large number of Wanfa Sect classics, as well as those combined magic routines. Selecting from them to train monks will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.
A large number of techniques and elixirs for improving cultivation were placed in front of Chi Xuan.
Chi Xuan looked at the exquisite small bag imitated by Jin Xiuyun hanging on Tu Shanjun's waist, and then moved his eyes over to look at the skills and elixirs in front of him.
The worry in his heart rose again.
Both of these items are difficult to hold.
Now, when he swallows a pill, he has to carefully consider whether the other party will mix anything in it.
"I have to make a choice? Will I die if I don't choose?"
"Won't."
"Why?"
Tu Shanjun glanced at the other party and did not answer. Even if he kills Chi Xuanxun and makes a golden elixir puppet, he still doesn't know if he can find his way back. It would waste time and also delay his cultivation.
Even if we really return to the small wilderness, it will take a long, long time.
At that time, he still had the same cultivation level and the same Taoism as he does now.
He had true intentions, but he couldn't use them.
He no longer wanted to experience this feeling.
The old ape in the cassock in the sea of consciousness bloomed with golden light, and the thousands of thoughts and impulses in his heart gradually calmed down.
Even this first meeting and conversation made Tushanjun not feel so happy.
Weiwei raised his hand: "You have too many questions."
Chi Xuan suddenly felt that his consciousness was in a trance again. He knew that the person in front of him probably wanted to end the topic and drive him away, otherwise it would not be like this.
He quickly asked: "Last question."
Tu Shanjun stopped his palms and said in a deep voice: "Speak."
"Who is Lao Xiuxian?"
"who I am."
Tu Shanjun didn't expect that Chi Xuan would ask such a question. He originally thought that Chi Xuan would confirm it again, or find some way to avoid it by making some insinuations.
After all, this thing looks like a trap.
There is no pie in the sky.
Maybe he wanted to analyze his origin through his name to verify whether what he said was true or false.
"My name is Tushanjun. You can also call me, 'Master Zunhun'."
"Go and have a rest."
…
Chi Xuan opened his eyes suddenly, and he quickly touched his head and neck.
His head was still resting safely on his neck.
This made him breathe a sigh of relief.
He quickly used his magic power to check his status.
Nothing wrong was found.
"Is it an illusion?" Chi Xuan stared blankly at the soul flag in front of him.
Now he was a little afraid to collect the soul flag and stretched out his hand...
When he was about to pick it up, he suddenly discovered that there were two more things in his hand. After a closer look, he saw that they were clearly pills and scriptures.
"Fire Sutra Note, Yinhun Dan."
"Zunhun Zhenren."
"What kind of real person would live in a magic weapon? I think it's a sealed demon."
"What Tushanjun is, he must be the Demon Lord."
Chi Xuan cursed secretly.