Saving The Black Immortal Venerable

Mu Ce was suspicious when he saw Jiang Shaocai's resignation in Yishan. Jiang Shaocai either avoided it or used his skill to resolve it. He had never faced a confrontation before. At that time, Mu Ce thought that Jiang Shaocai's strength was greatly reduced, so he used circuitous tactics to scare people. But as more and more news came back during this period of time, Mu Ce discovered that Jiang Shaocai was not just for bluffing, he was probably hiding something.

For example, the spell he used was not aura, but devil.

Sure enough, a try today completely confirmed Mu Ce's guess.

Mu Cehan said: "Previously, the fairy gate sealed you for treason. You claimed that you were wronged. Now, what's your explanation?"

Jiang Shaocai flicked the snow particles on the sleeves of the elastic shirt, and felt that this ghost place in the northern border was really boring. His face was cold and white, but his eyebrows were dark and thick, and the brows and corners of his eyes had sharp angles. At this moment, his eyes were slightly drooping, and his straight brow bones blocked his vision, and he could only see a cluster of faint shadows, especially sharp and cold.

Jiang Shaocai slowly said: "Two things. Ten thousand years ago, I did not do anything to sorry Kunlun and Xianmen. I have a clear conscience; ten thousand years later, I can only rely on demonic energy to survive, and I have a clear conscience. "

"Then why are you covering up? If you have a clear conscience, why do you want to hide that you are cultivating demonic energy."

"I didn't hide anything, I just wanted to reduce some trouble."

Mu Ce sneered: "What kind of trouble can be reduced by all nonsense?"

"It's like your trouble now." Jiang Shaocai said, "What I do, there is no need to explain to others, let alone listen to your high-sounding reasons. Great Dao Fifty, Tianyan Forty-nine, Human Escape One, the world Since there is a devilish energy, it must be useful. I just walked a path that you dared not take."

Tianyan 49, one of the people to escape, this is the name of Jiang Shaoci. At the beginning, his practice was so fast that he broke through common sense. The elders carefully checked and no one could explain clearly. He could only shake his head and say, "Xu is God's will." Later, Jiang Shaocai became the fastest person ever to break through the six stars. He took the road name "Tianyan", which means the road is fifty, and he has a monopoly of 49.

Now, Jiang Shaocai returned the same words to Mu Ce. Mu Ce's face was cold, unmoved, and he didn't want to eat his own set of things at all: "The world of cultivating immortals and monsters do not share the same sky. Since the eruption of the demonic energy, how many sects have been passed down for thousands of years but have been destroyed by Warcraft, and how many cultivators have lost their lives. Yes, how many children have lost their parents and parents as soon as they are born. Every inch of the skin of the walking monsters is soaked with the blood of the monks, and now you have to work with them. Are you a human or a beast?"

Jiang Shaocai sneered, and said, "Spirit beasts also feed on auras, so why do you let them pull carts, but don't treat them as the same kind? To heaven, mortals, monks, and mountains There is no difference between tigers, river fish, and ground ants. Humans are the same kind of beasts. The monks rely on cultivation to slaughter spirit beasts, use their bones and bones to refine alchemy, and use blood to refine alchemy. Why don't you say that humans are soaked with the blood of all creatures in the world Woolen cloth?"

"Okay." Mu Ce nodded and said, "I won't argue with you about this, I just ask you, what do you plan to do in the future? Stop practicing until a certain level, or take one step at a time? Survive in anger, not to mention any exercises or moves. Nowadays, there are many places where the beasts can speak human words. In some time, a tough battle between the monks and the beasts is inevitable. Those who have thoughts and can speak. Is it the beast that cultivates the spirit of the beast, or does the man degenerate into a beast after cultivating the devilish energy?"

The world of cultivating immortals today is completely different from 10,000 years ago. People can be seen everywhere on the ground 10,000 years ago, but now most of the places are jungle wilderness, and the surviving humans are concentrated in the Imperial City, the Promise School, the Yunshui Pavilion, and the Guiyuanzong The surrounding areas of these big forces in Quicksand City are cut into the north, south, east and west like isolated islands, facing each other far away.

Once Warcraft systematically launches attacks on several gathering places at the same time and loses contact between forces and forces, it will only be a matter of time before they are defeated by each. Recently, the dynamics of Warcraft have become more and more weird, and they are no longer hitting the borders as disorderly as they used to be, and the main forces seem to be gathering purposefully. Many people are aware of the danger, but no one is willing to be the first one.

The same is true for Mu Ce. The northern border relies on natural dangers, and the Imperial City is surrounded by the Yishan Mountains. It is blessed and easy to defend and difficult to attack. If it does not see practical benefits, Mu Ce will not risk alliances with outsiders. Most people from other sects thought the same way, so no one was willing to move and they were all watching.

Nowadays, the spiritual energy is barren, the demonic energy is rampant, and the power of monks and monsters is very different. The reason why immortal cultivators can still have a place is that they relied on the monsters to recklessly and have no rules. Once the monsters are organized by something and attack humans in a planned way, it will be very terrible. However, people know very little about Warcraft. A thousand years ago, immortal cultivators on the mainland discovered that leaders appeared in Warcraft. However, how these high-level spirit beasts came into being is still a mystery.

Some people say that high-level monsters prey on low-level monsters and slowly accumulate intelligence; some people say that mutant magic plants have appeared in the settlements of monsters; some even say that those things were originally humans, and they secretly cultivated demonic energy regardless of the ban. Absorbed too much and couldn't control his body shape, and finally became that inhuman and ghost.

Everyone was at odds that Mu Ce was only on defense, but after seeing Jiang Shao's resignation, he had to guard against the most terrifying possibility. In the unlikely event that high-level monsters were really made by people through cultivation... then it would be terrible for people like Jiang Shaoci to become monsters.

Jiang Shaocai was silent for a long time. He walked now, every step is a gamble. He has no practice, no previous experience, so he relies on his own exploration. He actually doesn't know where his end point is. Perhaps one day, his good fortune will eventually run out, and he will become an ignorant killing machine.

No one can guarantee the future. Jiang Shaocai can only say: "I don't know much about devilish energy, but I am now sober and there is no sign of devilishness."

After hearing this, Mu Ce sneered and sarcastically said: "Everyone who has been insulted in the demon claims that everything is normal before killing. Cultivating immortals is your business, I am not interested in interfering, but you return with the cloud, then I will I have to settle the account with you. Back then, you and your father competed fairly, and we were willing to bet and lose. Ten thousand years ago, you stole Shuangyu Jin, and Mu's family still took Ming Hanbing, and it’s a reward. No matter what. Is it accidental that Mujia entered Tianjue Island? Since she released you, these things have been cleared up. However, you returned to the mainland with clouds and interfered with our father and daughter everywhere. What do you want to do?"

When the two met, they endured each other, Mu Ce settled down in Mu Yun's return first, and Jiang Shaoci pretended not to know for Mu Yun's return. Now, this thing has finally been poked.

Although Mu Yungui may not be willing to recognize Mu Ce, he is the biological father of Mu Yungui after all. It is about Mu Yungui's life. Jiang Shaocai must obtain Mu Ce's consent.

Jiang Shaocai rejoiced once again that the person in front of him was Mu Jing's son, not Mu Jing. Although I have heard of the name a long time ago, I have never met each other, and I can talk with strangers. If you change to Mu Jing...

Jiang Shaoci had a headache even thinking about it.

Jiang Shaocai said: "Ning Qingli, Huan Zhiyuan, Zhan Qianxi and I have antagonisms, I must kill people, and I must continue to practice devilish energy. I can't promise you anything, just I can guarantee that if I unfortunately follow in the footsteps of the predecessors in the future, I will not hurt her hair."

"So you still didn't say anything." Mu Ce was unmoved, still looking at Jiang Shaocai coldly, "You are not willing to stop and limit yourself, so why should I trust you?"

Jiang Shaocai’s eyes were clear, his face was as cold as ice, and his tone was stern: "If you are betrayed by your master, friends, fiancee, destroyed by your cultivation base, deprived of your spiritual veins, and frozen for thousands of years, you can still Do you say the word cessation?"

"But what does this have to do with my daughter?" After Mu Ce finished speaking, he coldly curled the corners of his lips, "Almost forgot, you still have a fiancée. You haven't even handled your own affairs well, so what right do you have to ask for? She? She has been living outside for nineteen years, and it has been rough enough. I don't want her to be implicated in the muddy water for the rest of her life because of a certain person's selfishness.

Jiang Shaoci had no power to fight back under these forced questions. Among his enemies, Zhan Qianxi was the one with the highest cultivation base, with a five-star cultivation base. Huan Zhiyuan has a solid foundation, and is at the same level as Jiang Shaoci before the accident. He also owns a sword repair school; Ning Qingli is even more mysterious and unpredictable. Jiang Shaocai could not be afraid of death, but he could not hurt others.

If he insists on bringing Mu Yun back, and his revenge fails in the future, will Ning Qingli and Huan Zhiyuan let Mu Yun go back?

Obviously not.

Jiang Shaocai was silent for a long time, and suddenly there was a sound in the house. After a while, the door was pushed open, and Mu Yungui was sleepy and looked at the yard unexpectedly: "What are you doing?"

Mu Yungui was awakened outside for a long time without sleeping. Her hair was not stranded, and her long hair was naturally scattered behind her. In addition, she had just woke up, and her hair was whirled slightly, making her feel very fluffy. Mu Ce and Jiang Shaocai stopped talking at the same time. Jiang Shaocai remained still and asked, "Did you wake you up?"

"I was sleeping and vaguely heard movement outside. I thought there was an enemy, so I hurried out to check, but I saw you." Mu Yungui pressed his eyes and asked, "What are you doing just now, I seem to hear you say."

"It's nothing." Jiang Shao said without changing his face, "He came uninvited and wants you to go back to sleep. I won't let him go in and quarrel you."

Mu Ce Liangliang glanced at Jiang Shaoci, but the wicked person sued first. But Mu Ce didn't want Mu Yungui to know those conversations just now, so he resisted, and followed Jiang Shaoci's words: "Here is in disrepair for a long time, and the cold is too heavy. Sleeping for a long time is not good for your health. Dige has something today. The master who taught you has taken a leave, you might as well go back and rest."

Both men and women in the Northern Territory value fame and truancy has never happened. In the end, it turned into a leave of absence from the Master, which is regarded as a round of today's farce. Mu Yungui nodded listlessly, and said, "Okay, wait a moment, I'll fix my hair."

After Mu Yun returned, he closed the door and went inside to sort out his appearance. Mu Ce and Jiang Shaoci stood outside, each thinking about their own things, but they were speechless.

Seeing Mu Yungui's shaggy hair, Mu Ce suddenly thought of Mu Jia. Mu Yungui's thick long curly hair is exactly the same as Mu Jia.

The folk customs in the north are conservative, and the Qing clan only marries the Qing clan, so since Mu Ce grew up, everyone around him has dark and straight long hair, with only one hair buckle tied at the end, elegant, light and dignified. Therefore, it is very obvious that Mu Jia's curled curls appeared in the palace.

Mu Ce hadn't cared about it before, it was just hair, who would care about it? But Mu Jia was brooding. In the palace, the ladies of the palace were from prominent families, and a group of pretentious women gathered together, running and comparing all day long. It is better than family, appearance, grace, and everything, and Mu Jia's curly hair is actually proof of impure blood.

It was Yan Yao's name that Mu Jia entered the palace to replace. It stands to reason that Yan Yao's family background is high enough for these palace ladies to be presumptuous. But landing a phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. Yanjia once had its glory, but now it has also declined. Exiled to the border, living with those humble ordinary people all day long, maybe even intermarriage, the maids feel sick just thinking about it. But Mu Jia had long curly hair, which became the reason for everyone to attack.

Because Yan's family was born incapable of cultivation and weak in physique, Yan Yao seldom went out when she was young. There were not many people who had seen Yan Yao's deity. In addition, Mu Ji is Yan Yao's handmaid, who has followed Yan Yao since she was a child, and knows everything about Yan Jia, without any flaws in her words and deeds. When Yan Jia was exiled, Yan Yao was twelve, and Mu Jia was eleven. After another year or two, Mu Jia's face was long and the female eighteen changed, and no one would doubt it.

In the first years when Mu Ji entered the palace, she had a very difficult time in Yeting. When Mu Jia knelt on the ice and snow to wash clothes, and froze her delicate hands red, she thought about it more than once, does her mother know that she has to go through these things when she enters the palace? If Mu Wei knew that when an official came to get someone, would she force her to push her out, saying that she was the young lady?

Maybe it will. Yan Yao is a young lady, and Mu Ji is a handmaid, who is born with a lower life than the young lady. Lifa thinks so, Mrs. Yan thinks so, even her mother Mu Wei thinks so.

After Mu Ce left the customs, there was a shortage of staff in Changxin Palace, and Mu Jia was transferred to Changxin Palace. She changed her residence and her new master, but the harsh treatment days did not change. On the first day when Mujia arrived at Changxin Palace, she was spotted by Mu Ce somehow and asked a few words. In fact, Mu Ce just asked casually, and then he forgot, and later did not call this little palace lady again. However, Mu Jia has become a thorn in the eyes of the maids.

Serve tea, cloth vegetables, and palm lanterns, which were leisurely and able to show up in front of Mu Ce were snatched away by a qualified maid. The most painful and tiring things left to Mu Jia. It is commonplace to be deducted and only eat leftovers and cold-soiled food. In the most extreme case, the palace ladies actually forced Mu Jia to feed the silver wing tiger.

Mortals say that it is like a tiger with wings, and the silver-winged tiger is a white tiger with wings. The silver wing tiger has a fierce temperament, one bite can bite off fine iron, one slap is enough to smash a ten-meter-thick ice layer, even if a one-star monk is swept up by its tail, I am afraid that he will vomit blood on the spot. For ordinary women like Mujia who have not yet practiced, the Silver Winged Tiger can send her away with a single breath.

But this ferocious and dangerous spirit beast was Mu Ce's pet, and lived more noble than others in the palace. No one dared to feed the maids, and finally pushed out the Muzi. Mujia was wearing Yanyao's name at the time, and no one in the Imperial City knew the name of Yanjia's beautiful waste. They pushed Mujia to feed the tiger, and they had the idea of ​​killing her from the beginning.

Mujia was very frightened and cautious, and the previous few times she was also in peace. But one day when she went to feed the silver-winged tiger, the silver-winged tiger somehow became irritable and suddenly violent. Mujia accidentally tripped over the food bowl, and would die if she didn't hide quickly. As a result, the Silver Winged Tiger became more and more excited, as if it had found a toy, it kept rushing to herd. Mu Jia had been working since she was a child, and her physical strength was a little stronger than the Qing clan ladies, but after all, she was a girl of sixteen or seventeen and couldn't run in a long time. But the silver wing tiger on the other side was full of energy, teasing her like a cat and a mouse.

The Silver Wing Tiger is Mu Ce's pet. No one in the Changxin Palace dares to do anything to it, and no one will come to rescue Mu Jia. If things go on like this, once Mu Jia runs out of physical strength, there will only be a dead end. Muji was not reconciled, an inexplicable fierce burst out of her body, and she deliberately made a fake action. When the silver wing tiger was about to bite her, she suddenly turned over and thrust the tiger's meal shovel into the silver wing tiger's wings. .

People outside yelled at her in fear, but Mu Jia couldn't hear her. She thought that the Silver Winged Tiger would be violent, but in fact it suddenly settled down, shaking its body vigorously, lowering its head and licking the wound, and no longer catching Mujia. Mu Jia was thrown to the ground, and when she looked up, she saw Mu Ce standing not far away.

Mu Jia was stunned for a while, and quickly saluted: "Your Highness."

The aunt in charge of her also knelt down hard and kept kowtowing: "Your Highness forgive me, this maid does not know the heights of the world, and dares to hurt His Highness's spiritual pet. This is her own opinion, and it has nothing to do with us. I hope your Highness will observe."

Aunt Guan is afraid that she will be implicated, so she hastened to get rid of the relationship. They all knew that Mu Qi was more ill-fated, and no one interceded for her at all. Mu Yan knelt in a daze, buzzing in her head, and had accepted her destiny.

Unexpectedly, Mu Ce did not punish the crime. Instead, he glanced at Mu Jia and asked, "Have you ever practiced before?"

Mu Jia shook her head cautiously, wondering what other methods these nobles thought of to toss people. Mu Ce looked at Mu Ji’s pale face, thin body, bleeding but still managed to control his hands that don’t tremble, and said: "The speech is all rubbish, but you are still smart. Later, you will be transferred to me. Follow me to practice."

Mu Ce left after speaking, his back was still pure and noble, and the snow-white clothes were slender and dust-free, as if they would never be stained with dirt. The auntie has been whispering in her ears, and Mu Ji knelt on the ground for a long while, finally realizing what had happened.

She was transferred away by His Highness, and she still had a chance to practice. For a sin slave, this is no less than changing one's fate.

This is the opportunity for Mu Jia to truly enter Mu Ce's sight. Mu Ce spoke in person, even if the other women were not upset, there was nothing to do. Mujia was transferred to Mu Ce, and her food, clothing, housing and transportation were greatly improved. But most importantly, she also had the opportunity to study martial arts.

The prince can't tolerate a white man by his side, and the appearance, shape, temperament, and conversation of the maids who attend the prince must be good. Mujia spent five years studying in the palace, and finally came into contact with the threshold of cultivation. In the past, when she was in Yanjia, Mu Jia had accompanied Yan Yao to read, but she was a slave and serving the master was the most important thing. How could she be distracted by studying? Therefore, Mu Jia didn't really receive education until he came to Mu Ce.

Otherwise, a servant girl, no matter how talented she is, without sufficient training and practice, she will eventually be abolished.

Because of the mortal blood in her body, Mu Jia was regarded as a taint by the experts, and was bullied and insulted by the palace clerk, but when she was practicing, Mu Jia thanked her for the mortal blood in her body. Like Mu Wei, Mu Jia inherited Mu Ye's cultivation talents and advanced quickly. Mujia was also promoted and officially changed from a maid to a guard.

The word difference between the maid and the guard seems to be the same, but in fact it symbolizes a completely different status. The maid serves tea and water, cleans and waits, anyone can do it, even if she is dead, no one cares. But the guards are different, this is Mu Ce's true recognition of Mu Ji's ability.

After Mujia turned into a guard, the maids of Changxin Palace were almost sore. On the day of giving the clothes, the little palace lady who was close to Mu Jia came to comb her hair. A group of women walked outside the window. Yin and Yang said strangely: "Some people have hearts that are higher than the sky, and their lives are thinner than paper. Your Royal Highness is such a man of grace, high above the sky, not to be defiled, how can the daughter of a criminal minister can afford it."

The little palace lady opened the window and poured out a basin of water vigorously. The skirts of those women were splashed wet, and they kept screaming and stomping away. The little palace lady made a grimace at them and cuddled beside Mu Ji and said: "Sister Yanyao, ignore them, they are jealous. You are the daughter of the family, with noble blood, noble and noble, so why are you unworthy of it? ?"

Mu Jia looked at the woman's slightly curly hair in the mirror, and the smile on her face slowly diminished.

Yan Yao is naturally worthy of His Highness. But she is not.

In the mirror, the cold and delicate girl also combed her long curly hair and pulled it into a bun. Mu Yungui stood up and cleaned up the things scattered in the house. When she shakes the quilt, she vaguely sees reflections under the cabinet next to her.

Mu Yungui swept the thing out and found it was a glass bead. The texture of this bead is ordinary, there is no spiritual energy and no mana. Mu Yungui looked at the ground, then at the bead, and frowned slightly: "Strange, what is this, why did it fall here?"

Mu Yungui couldn't figure it out for a while, and temporarily put his things away. She tidied up her appearance, pushed the door, and said to the people outside: "Okay, you can go."