Chapter 237

237

After Jade Rakshasa left, everyone was really relieved to the naked eye.

Even Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng had smiles in their eyes.

It can be seen that this madman really tormented everyone.

Jade Rakshasa's choice was not unexpected.

Without hesitation, he first took the rejuvenating medicine, and then rushed to a higher realm of martial arts.

What? What to do about the Demonic Cult?

Isn't this a spare tire?

The one carefully chosen by Xiao Ruofei.

A person is in charge of a demonic sect, and a leader descends from the sky.

Temporary workers will be directly converted into regular workers.

This shocking news shocked the entire Western Demonic Cult.

From the new leader to all the members of the church, they unanimously expressed...

We don't believe it.

If Jade Rakshasa doesn't accept the facts, can they accept it?

From rejecting Ximen Ruofei to accepting him, and finally being convinced.

Has their five years of journey been in vain?

I thought that if the leader took action, he would be able to bring the young leader back, but what happened!

The young leader didn't come back!

The old leader also ran away! ! !

All the followers of the Western Demonic Cult have sweet things in their mouths, you! you!

Have you ever considered that we are not the only one here?

The Demon Sect has always been a place where people's hearts fluctuate.

The Western Region is surrounded by wolves again.

Such a sudden personnel change is very manly.

The new leader, holding the Rakshasa card, looked at the followers who were also broken down and some who were still dissatisfied.

A decisive decision...he went to find someone.

If you don’t dare to go to Jade Rakshasa, don’t you dare to go to Ximen Ruofei?

However, the followers of the Western Demonic Cult still disagree.

New leader:? ? ?

Jade Rakshasa for his grandson.

Let Xiao Ruofei practice his skills to pull out the most dangerous thorn in the past five years.

As for the new leader, as Ruofei's carefully prepared successor, his reputation in the church is not low.

"Why? Don't you want the young leader to come back?"

"What if you don't come back either!"

"How is that possible!"

"Do you think the leader is back?"

"…………"

Before this, who would have thought that Jade Rakshasa would no longer want this team?

Walk away cleanly, leaving nothing behind.

These people have ambitions but no confidence.

If the new leader also runs away.

They have no confidence that they can get to the top and hold on to it.

The matter was at a stalemate.

Until Ximen Ruofei came to the Western Regions again.

No one in the entire Western Demonic Cult was happy.

No one thought that this person who had tried so hard to escape would come back and inherit the position of leader.

Jade Rakshasa is gone now.

No one in the entire Demon Cult can keep this talented young man.

If you want to take action, you must also consider the backer behind him.

However, it's still okay to complain.

Ximen Ruofei listened carefully to a lot of words containing resentment.

A very sincere admission of error.

In fact, this was not his original plan.

The best ending at the beginning is that the Jade Rakshasa accepts his fate, comes back to support the person he likes for a few years, and then does whatever he wants.

I didn’t expect Jade Rakshasa’s obsession to be so deep.

"Don't worry, I'm not bringing you good things. This is what Jade Rakshasa doesn't want. It can help you secure your position as leader."

Jade Rakshasa finally chose to break through the realm of martial arts.

One of three paths.

But don’t waste the rest.

Especially for Route 2, the information compiled is very time-consuming.

The new leader was indeed carefully selected by Xiao Ruofei. After looking at a lot of geography and humanities information, he understood.

"You don't necessarily want me to conquer the world?"

"Of course it's okay if you have an interest."

He's not interested.

"You're not interested, others are."

Someone who has trouble with his subordinates.

There are other sects around that are ready to move.

All can be used.

Living on the same land, how could Jianghu and Chaotang be so distinct?

In the Central Plains, King Taiping can take the prince to travel around the world, and you can also use these to stir up troubles and settle troubles in the Western Regions.

"Last question." The new leader held up a document. "Where did this come from?"

Trouble appeared on the face of the usually calm and precocious young man.

Don't know what to say.

"If I said it was sent by a god, would you believe it?"

"hehe"

Baihualou

It is still the elegant and unique small building.

It’s still the small courtyard with a hundred flowers blooming.

Open your eyes and you can see a colorful and vibrant world.

Close your eyes and feel the naturally intertwined floral and fruity aroma lingering on your nose.

What you hear in your ears is the clear and melodious sound of jade guqin and the chorus of birdsong, like pearls and jade clashing against each other.

Then the sound of the flute joined this natural and harmonious sound.

Lu Xiaofeng drank wine and listened to the fairy music with her eyes closed with a look of enjoyment.

I can’t help but want to sing along.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Wu Ding was playing the piano and seemed to be feeling something.

He gave me a cold look.

The success made Lu Xiaofeng sober up and shut up immediately.

Not daring to ruin the beautiful scene with his singing voice, he stood up and drew out the sword beside him.

Co-write music and dance with butterflies.

The sound of the tossing and dancing swords hits the right rhythm with the accent.

The pleasant sound and the friendship between close friends all flow in this song.

After the song ended, the three of them looked at each other and smiled, feeling the joy of connecting with each other flowing in their hearts.

Wu Ding's joy was more meaningful than these two.

That is to show off your achievements and wait for your friends to praise you.

Wu Ding's Qin was praised by the great scholars in the White Snake World.

However, based on the idol filter of that world, Wu Ding was not sure whether he was really good or just okay.

It's not bad, that's for sure.

After three days of separation, you should look at each other with admiration.

Compared with fifteen years ago, that time was a bit longer.

But what if compared with a year ago.

However, the two friends did not follow his ideas at all to discuss the piano sound just now.

Asked about another topic.

"Immortal? Me? How is it possible?" Wu Ding waved his hand, "It is impossible to become an immortal."

It's impossible in this life.

It won’t be possible in the next life either.

Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou didn't hear the subtext.

He thinks that he has not completed his cultivation of Wuding.

Let’s imagine how a real god can move mountains and reclaim seas.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't read much, but she had heard more anecdotes.

After the emergence of Wuding, Huamanlou read through all the ancient books.

The two of you talk to each other, and I talk to each other.

The more I talked about it, the more exciting it became, and I would ask Wu Ding from time to time to comment on whether it was right or not.

Wu Ding:…………

Where's my piano skills? !

Can't you hear me?

Waiting for praise!

Faced with Wu Ding's questioning.

Huamanlou and Lu Xiaofeng stopped at the same time.

"You didn't know how to play the piano before?"

Wu Ding recalled the style he always liked fifteen years ago.

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White clothes, fan, low eyebrows and smile, graceful...

In addition, although I don’t know how to play chess, calligraphy and painting, I have graduated from a bachelor’s degree, and I am full of poetry and calligraphy.

His vision and foundation make him look like a cultural person.

Well, quite misleading.

Well, this also proves that the disguise back then was quite successful.

It doesn't matter.

I used to not know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy or painting.

Now I can show it all.

The accomplished Wu Ding and Qitong chatted happily, while the unlearned Lu Xiaofeng ate and drank beside them.

But being uneducated doesn't mean he doesn't have brilliant suggestions.

"You mean..."The Preface to the Lanting Collection" has been saved?" Lu Xiaofeng touched her chin.

He is not good at these antique calligraphy and paintings, but he still has the necessary common sense.

The preface to the Lanting Collection has been circulated for so many years and is already on the edge of being crispy.

"Yeah, protected by a lot of things that I can't even name."

Wu Ding inquired and found that it should still be stable in five or six hundred years.

If technology develops in the future, the lifespan may be even longer.

The only regret is that it is unlikely to last forever.

It is a paper product after all.

The most fragile cultural relics.

"Immortal magic is indeed magical."

"So be it."

"Then don't you take some more back?"

"Uh huh huh?"

Wu Ding's first thought was whether there were any other collections in the Hua family that needed protective rescue or treasures within the palace.

"It's the Monkey Spirit. The Monkey Spirit likes to challenge targets, steal and repay, and steal in return. But Master Monkey Spirit is not like that."

The master of Sikong Zhaixing is a normal thief.

It once held countless treasures.

Before he died, he had to think openly. He was a thief, so he naturally knew that no matter how hidden the tomb was, it would not be able to prevent tomb robbers.

He simply buried it cleanly. According to the old man, he could "start a new life" in the underworld.

But there was no explanation as to what to do with the things.

When Sikong Zhaixing faced his master's relics, he couldn't give them away or sell them.

After all, he is the love of Master's life.

This release lasted for more than ten years.

Originally, there were trustworthy old servants to guard and protect him, but the old man was old and his destiny only lasted a few years.

Only then did Sikong Zhaixing realize that he had to deal with the problem of calligraphy and painting.

It would be most appropriate to hand it over to Wu Ding now.

The witch tripod has magical powers that can protect treasures.

The treasures Wu Ding took away would never let anyone trace Sikong Zhaixing.

If Wu Ding takes these things away, it will not cause any old events or extraneous matters.

For example, what secrets or treasures are hidden in the XXX pictures, and what troubles are caused in the end?

Perfect!

Wu Ding also thought it was perfect.

But when I think about the last time I brought the preface to the Lanting Collection back home, I was so tired of lying.

Is there a second Mumu taking the blame this time?

Just as Wu Ding rubbed his temples, the light bulb above his head suddenly turned on.

It's different now than before.

He's awesome now.

Even if his realm falls, he is still the well-deserved No.1 in the main world.

With his strength and background strengthened, all Wu Ding needed to do was to throw something in front of Fan Xuan.

Excuse? A difference of 400 years?

Let Fan Xuan have a headache.

Thinking of this, Wu Ding's heart felt hot.

"Pack it up, pack it up! Pack it all up!"

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Fan Xuan's head will hurt.

Fan Xuan's hairline will recede.

Next time he returns to the main world, he will definitely see a stronger Fan Xuan.

But this has nothing to do with Wu Ding.

At this moment, he was tidying up his clothes with a pilgrimage mentality.

Standing in the woods with full of expectations, looking forward.

The nervous, expectant, and uneasy heart seemed to have returned to the beginning of the journey...

Taotie: "No, you were not uneasy at the beginning of the journey."

Jiuwei: "That's right, we deliberately scared you and asked you to wear it directly, but you didn't seem to be very nervous."

He made up a lot of excuses with a eloquent tongue.

He arranged a fake identity for himself in minutes and bought a house.

Although he complained, everyone could understand Wu Ding's excitement now.

He has always been a star-chasing boy.

Back then, he chased Lu Xiaofeng and others for autographs, took photos, and did not forget to record the top of the Forbidden City.

Now, he can finally come to the world he wants to come to the most.

He is going to meet the idol he wants to meet the most.

Isn't it uneasy.

"Haven't you come yet?"

Wu Ding frowned, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

He glanced at the little monster next to him.

The little monster was trembling when Wu Ding looked at him. He kept begging for mercy and swore to the sky.

He really saw Tang Seng and his disciples were about to pass by.

Really, really!

Tang Seng is a famous person, a monk riding a white horse. Is there another one on this road?

All the little monsters who could hide hid.

Everyone knows that Tang Seng’s disciples are not easy to mess with.

It is said that the eighteen tree monsters invited Tang Seng to recite poems and drink tea. Among them, the apricot flower monster just looked at Tang Seng twice more.

He just wanted to keep him for a spring breeze.

They were almost broken by Sun Wukong.

This is still the tree monsters and flower monsters who didn’t hurt anyone’s life.

There are countless such things. The big monsters who occupy the mountain and become kings want to eat Tang Seng’s flesh.

They, the little monsters without backing, don’t have time to hide.

The little monster with green face and fangs trembled and looked at Wu Ding.

He wished he could bury himself in the ground.

Tears in my eyes, this monster who looks like a human and smells like a human wants to eat Tang Monk's flesh, just go by yourself.

Why make things difficult for him.

He is just an incompetent little monster who has no boss to rely on.

"Here I come."

Wu Ding's eyes lit up.

The little monster immediately rolled away as far as he could, not disturbing Wu Ding from eating Tang Monk's flesh.

After Wu Ding was sure that his appearance would not be killed by the Great Sage in the first place, he slowly walked forward.

Before he took a few steps.

The idol he had been thinking about appeared in front of him instantly.

Wu Ding: !!!

The rebellious Monkey King held the stick in his hand behind his head.

He looked at Wu Ding with great interest.

The golden eyes flashed with a light that could distinguish between evil and true and false.

"Oh?"

The Monkey King blinked, and blinked again.

He looked around Wu Ding several times.

He was sure that the person in front of him, whose merits were almost blinding his eyes, was really a person.

But why would a person stand here, looking like he was waiting for them?

All the way to the west.

They have seen the monsters and gods waiting for them.

They have never seen that there are still people waiting for them.

Could it be that...

"Great Sage."

Wu Ding bowed respectfully.

Before he could introduce himself.

The Great Sage knew clearly.

"Zhenzhen, Lianlian, Aiai?"

Wu Ding: Why do these three names look so familiar.

"Which Bodhisattva asked you to come?"

Wu Ding: None.

"Is it to seduce Bajie or Master this time? What do you need me to do?"

Wu Ding: Great Sage, you are too skilled in your business.

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