Demon King's Repayment - chapter 310

Flying high all the way, they reached Kunlun Mountain in no time.

In Yuan Xiang’s impression, the Kunlun Mountain was a thousand miles of green mountain. But when she got to the ground, she realized that only a few small hills could be seen at a glance. The red walls and eaves of ancient views faintly appeared on the mountain col, and that was where the Qing Yi Taoist Temple was located.

It was said that it was once the place where the Patriarch Sangjun took the road to ascend. The surrounding people’s beliefs were getting stronger. The temples, large and small, were becoming denser on this boundary. Almost no matter the size of the town, or the rural village, one could see different scales of the temple.

As a disciple of the Qingyi Sect, Qingyuan couldn’t fly over the temple of the ancestor, so he led everyone to the ground and walked.

“When I was young, Kunlun Mountain could still be seen here.” Qingyuan pointed to the small mountain not far away, recalling his childhood, “At that time, Kunlun Mountain was tens of thousands of miles wide, with everything in it. Demons, humans, and ghosts all had their own places of living. From time to time in the sky, one could see the carriage driven by the demons fly by. The human top powers were also everywhere.”

Qingyuan sighed regretfully, “But now the entire mountain has completely disappeared into the world, and the entrance is more difficult to find, and here is only the mountain where our sect is located. The people have gradually forgotten the former Kunlun. The appearance of the mountain, they think the so-called Kunlun is just such a hill.”

He took Yuan Xiang and others through the lively market, and introduced them to the past and present of Kunlun Mountain.

No matter how magnificent the legend was, that mountain range that once left a rich and colorful history behind was now in a period of complete withdrawal from the world of mankind and forgotten by it.

Yuan Xiang recalled her previous life. Although she did not learn geography well, she still remembered that the area of ​​the mainland had indeed become a plain after a thousand years, and there were no towering mountains.

There were many vendors selling local specialty snacks in the markets where they had traveled. Yuan Xiang stopped to buy a snack called “youbing” (pancakes)

The freshly fried pancakes in the oil pan were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, crispy and delicious. With fragrant soy milk, it was just perfect for breakfast. There were quite a few customers sitting on tables and chairs at the side of the stall, eating pancakes and drinking soy milk. Yuan Xiang and others also sat at a square table and waited.

Qing Yuanxing ran over happily, got close to Yuan Xiang, rolled up his sleeves and showed her his arm.

The sturdy arm was clearly printed with the marks of a row of fangs, although there was no bleeding, it looked a little scary.

“Ah Xiang, listening to you is really effective. You see, Ah Huang is no longer aggressive to me.” He raised his arm, looked at the barely bleeding marks, and looked left and right, almost laughing,” He was already reluctant to bite me, and soon he should be able to get along with me so affectionately like Wuyuan.”

Wuyuan, who was immersed in eating the dried fish, meowed. How did he find this sentence a little strange? However, seeing that Qingyuan gave him a lot of snacks along the way, Wuyuan decided not to care about that human being.

Although Qingyuan was very old, he only liked to focus on raising apostles all his life. From a certain perspective, he was actually a sincere and lovely human being.

When the excitement passed, Qingyuan fell into depression again when he saw Yuan Xiang and the apostles sitting together at the table.

“Ah Xiang, you look at me. I almost used the energy of serving my ancestors. I lowered my head, poured tea and water, and took good care of him. Why am I inferior to you? Why is Ah Huang still so cold to me.”

The fragrant pancakes just came out of the pan, and the aroma aroused everyone’s appetite. Yuan Xiang took the pancakes handed over by the boss and distributed them to everyone.

Behind their table stood a seven or eight-year-old boy. Although he was plainly dressed, his hands and face were clean, his brows and eyes were delicate, and he was very beautiful and pleasant.

Seeing that he kept staring at the pancake in her hand, Yuan Xiang gave the boy a piece, “Don’t look at it, eat it.”

Then she took the soy milk that the boss had just brought, and first gave it to Qingyuan, who was still depressed.

“Senior, you have to think like this. If a person puts you in shackles, uses you as a ride, even if he is warm to you every day, he helps you comb your hair and wash your face, and gives you good food and drink, would you like him? Cheng Huang is a demon with a simple nature, so his attitude toward you changed so fast.”

Qingyuan stayed silent for a while and touched his chin, “It’s true…this is the truth. But everyone is like this. We have long been accustomed to it. Just like when we whip an ox and a horse, no one will consider whether it is painful or humiliating. .”

“But then again, Ah Xiang, the angle you think about problems is always very special,” Qingyuan held the pancake in one hand and warm soy milk in the other. He had a unique vision of seeing people after living for more than a hundred years.

“I sometimes feel that you are not a girl who grew up in the floating world at all. You are like a human from another world.”

Cheng Huang walked through the crowd slowly, walked over, and sat down silently on the seat next to Dushuo.

He was very tall, with a broad arm and waist, strong, with blond hair casually caught behind his head, and beautiful facial features. It was just that he had a hostile aura.

That was the first time that he appeared in everyone’s sight as a human.

Qingyuan immediately pushed the bowl of soy milk that he was about to put on his lips, and said very dogmatically, “Ah Huang, you drink first.”

Across from that pancake stall, there was a small Sanjun Temple. It was still early in the morning, the air was filled with morning mist, the temple was filled with incense smoke, and the pilgrim believers brought things for worship, chanting words, bowed and prayed.

Looking at the corner where Yuan Xiang was, one could see the statue of Sangjun sitting on the altar with low eyebrows and kind eyes, compassionate to the world, and solemn face.

Wuyuan drank soy milk with dried small fish, watching those believers who chanted, and said, “Ah Xiang, we have walked this way and have seen so many Sanjun temples, and every temple had so many people worshiping. This God can’t listen to everyone’s words, right?”

“Yeah, so we won’t go in and pray when there is nothing serious, so as not to cause trouble to Master Shenjun,” Yuan Xiang said and laughed.

“I can hear you,” an abrupt voice suddenly sounded in the air.