Demon King's Repayment - chapter 289

“You mean, you make demons your friends? Haha, ​​the little girl’s way is rare.”

Qingyuan obviously did not agree with Yuan Xiang’s point of view, but he was casual and didn’t show excessive dislike for concepts that were different from his own. Instead, he wanted to continue discussing with Yuan Xiang.

“However, it is meaningless for you to pay attention to the equality of humans and demons. The premise of all peace lies in the equivalence of strength. You must know that when demons were the masters of the world, they never considered us humans. What kind of equality did they need? After all, this is a world where strength is paramount.”

“We human beings are actually a fragile race. The reason why we are able to have today’s situation may not only rely on our strength,” Yuan Xiang said perfunctorily. In the past few days, she had used all her energy and was too lazy to argue with him.

At that moment, the dam was strengthened, the flood peak was getting smaller, and the residents of Lianghe Town basically moved to the high ground. She thanked everyone who had worked hard for a long time and walked down the mountain.

The more Yuan Xiang kept silent, Qingyuan became more curious, and followed her down the mountain, “Walk more slowly, you and I will go together, and I can ask you for advice carefully.”

His group of apprentices, who were not too young anymore, reluctantly packed up and followed their master’s footsteps down the mountain.

Every one of them knew that their master, who was over a hundred years old, was very famous both in teaching and in the arena. But as long as he encountered the apostle problem, he could instantly be without principle.

At that moment, the old attitude was reappearing, regardless of seniority and identity, he was following behind the teenage girl, asking for advice.

As an apprentice, Xu Ji felt helpless that the person was his own teacher, no matter how unreliable, there was nowhere to put his blame, so he had no choice but to endure his shame, and followed far down the mountain.

“You see, fellow Taoist, I actually want to be kind to Cheng Huang.”

He untied the thing that covered the demon’s mouth under him, and the lion-faced demon bared his teeth, turned around and went to bite Qingyuan’s arm.

Qingyuan had been prepared for that and stepped back in time, and used his fingers to start the contract. The demon showed an expression of pain, his four hooves turned into a cloud of black smoke. Lying on the ground, he said angrily, “Stop, you stinky old man!”

Qingyuan approached carefully and blocked his mouth again. He looked enviously at Nan He nestled in Yuan Xiang’s arms, sleeping peacefully and relaxed.

If at any time his yellow-haired lion could get close to him so meekly, he would be happy.

“As far as I know, there is no one who has a powerful apostle and could instruct him like an arm, than the Dongxuan Sect’s master Miao.” He sadly pulled his apostle who had just lost his temper and walked behind her, “I know the method of Dongxuan Sect. Any apostle who refuses to accept would be sealed into the head teacher’s landscape and be punished by infernal hell. That is a punishment that keeps demons tortured and heals them repeatedly.”

He scratched his messy hair and held the lion’s rein in his hand, “Although I really want them to obey, I can’t do such a thing. That’s why our Qingyi Sect can only do this.”

“Friend, if you could tell me your method in detail, I can give you a spiritual jade. You must have some special method, such as a different contract array, right? “Qingyuan moved to Yuan Xiang’s side.

Yuan Xiang stopped and suddenly remembered something. She touched the orb in her hand, turned around and looked toward Qingyuan, “Master Qingyuan, do you know how to get to Nanming?”

“Namming? That place is dangerous and remote. Almost no humans have been there. Why did you ask that?”

“I have something to do. I must go to Nanming. If you can tell me how to go to Nanming, I will tell you in detail about my method.”

“Sure enough, there is a unique array.” Qingyuan’s eyes brightened, and he scratched his head in embarrassment, rubbed his hands for a long time, then finally said, “My Qingyi Sect was passed down by Sangjun Patriarch. Master had Jedi, the power of the sky. When in the world, he had done countless great things for the benefit of mankind. There is a manuscript in the teaching that the patriarch’s feet had stepped in Nanming and the North Xu. If you must know, you could follow me to Kunlun and I will ask the head, she may be able to know how the master went to Nanming back then…”

Patriarch Sanjun was a universally recognized God who had left countless miracles in that world. Almost all sects of cultivation in the world, whether Dongxuan or Qingyi Sect, worship Sangjun Patriarch. No matter which town one was in, there were almost always temples of the Patriarch Sanjun. But if one went into details, they would know that this legendary saint was indeed born in the Kunlun Mountain.

Therefore, the ritual of worshipping Patriarch Sangjun was more popular in the north near Kunlun. Yuan Xiang was once blocked by yellow sand at Yanmen during the journey north with Zhou Deyun and Chou Yueming. On that day when they stopped because of it, she saw the residents on the road carrying the statues of Patriarch Sangjun without hindrance. All the people along the way prayed devoutly and worshipped.

It turned out that this God had once been to Nanming.

As long as someone had been there, then it was possible for them to reach it. When she arrives in Kunlun, she could ask the head how to go to Nanming. Yuan Xiang couldn’t help feeling hope in her heart.