I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

"Brother, the fish is ready!"

Chen Ying opened the pot, and the aroma gushed out.

Take out three jade bowls and scoop out the arowana slices. Each slice should be of even thickness.

Take a piece of Zhouyi and taste it. It melts in your mouth and has a mellow and delicious taste.

“How can there be fish without wine!”

Zhang Cheng ate happily and waved his hand as there was a pot of spiritual wine on the table.

Chen Ying poured wine for the two bosses. The wine was amber, bright red and called Hongyan Blood.

The word "blood" is enough to show how powerful the alcohol is, even more powerful than the drunkenness of all beasts.

Zhou Yi smelled the smell of alcohol and waved his hands repeatedly: "Quit it, quit it! From now on, I will not drink any alcohol and practice diligently!"

Zhang Cheng asked confused: "Why did you suddenly quit drinking?"

"Being drunk and confused will hinder the visualization of Yin gods."

Zhou Yi made up a random reason, and every time he thought about the scene last night when he hugged the dragon girl and let the female goblin dance, he would blush and feel extremely ashamed!

As the saying goes, the true self emerges after drinking. Zhouyi, Zhouyi, are you such a vulgar person?

As for the promise we made back then, we were so determined!

Fortunately, it was Sanwu's face that hit him.

"Will it affect visualization?"

Zhang Cheng shook his glass and drank it all in one gulp. His question had nothing to do with visualization.

Chen Ying hesitated for a few moments and then drank and ate meat. Anyway, he had not reached the realm of refining gods.

"..."

Zhou Yi silently recited the Heart-Purifying Mantra. The scent of beauty and blood was too alluring, so he must resist the temptation.

The original plan last night was to use the drunkenness to have a drunken immortal slaying the demon like the sword immortal in the myth.

Coming drunk, slaying the dragon with sword energy, returning exhausted...

The thought of the scene made me excited, but as a result, Fan was really drunk after mixing in Jiu Ling Jiu Xian's wine, and his behavior completely changed.

When the immortal is drunk, he behaves as recklessly as a mortal, and his actions are as exaggerated as the desires in his heart are.

The immortal in the story who was drunk and slaying demons must be fake drunk and can be resolved with magic power at any time!

"The rumors misled me!"

Zhou Yi filled a bowl of fish soup, the delicious smell soaked into the internal organs.

It’s not a magic pill, it’s better than a magic pill!

Luoshui winds its way for 30,000 miles, and the arowana is the most delicious, and it is well-deserved!

The aroma of fish and wine floated dozens of feet away from the door without weakening at all.

The colleagues in the department next to them didn't have the energy to copy the bibliography, and they couldn't imitate those two cool and unrestrained people, who regarded being on duty at the Monster Slaying Department as a leisure vacation.

Turtle Breath Technique!

Kneading technique!

Flavor sealing technique!

After several spells fell on him, the smell was blocked.

…

Baiyun Temple.

The leader of the Quanzhen Taoist sect, the master of the temple, Changchun Zhenren, is a first-grade Yangshen.

At this time, several real people in the temple gathered in the Sanqing Hall. The two people sitting in front of them were Changchun and Sanwu.

Sanwu looked calm on the face, but in fact he was anxious in his heart.

Early in the morning, Changchun invited him to come to the temple to discuss the Tao. Talking about some shitty Tao was not just about inquiring about the true immortal!

Everyone envied Sanwu for climbing a high tree, but only Sanwu knew clearly that last night he pretended to be a real immortal and had a great cause and effect with the dragon clan, and his life and death were at stake.

Before the impersonation, although Sanwu was drunk, he was also prepared to die.

However, the disciples of Yunxiao Dao Palace are innocent and should not bear the wrath of the True Immortal.

The anger of a true immortal can only be quelled by a strong person of the same level, and a first-level monk is useless.

The gap between first-grade and true immortal is even further than that between Qi refining and God refining!

what to do?

Are you going to seek Jingtai?

The ancestor of the royal family said that it was basically impossible to save himself, and it should not be difficult to avoid the disaster in the Dao Palace.

However, that guy Jingtai has a thick face and a dark heart, and he will definitely sit back and watch!

On the surface, Sanwu had a perfunctory discussion with Changchun, but in his mind he kept thinking about ways to break the situation.

Changchun reminded: "Friends of Sanwu Taoism, this saying that the Tao cannot be abandoned, and if you lose it, you will perish, comes from Hongdao Zhenjie, not from Taiping Commentaries..."

Sanwu's face turned red: "Huh? What I learned is not good, I remember it wrong."

Changchun laughed loudly: "Last night, fellow Taoist showed great power. He defeated a first-level mountain god with two swords, killed a first-level demon king with his sword, and shocked the Dragon Palace. How can he not be good at what he has learned?"

The other real people in the hall all said so, praising Sanwu for his mysterious swordsmanship, which no one could match.

Sanwu is known as a swordsman, and his flattery hits just the right spot, making every part of his body feel comfortable.

"Low-key and low-key. Pindao just couldn't stand the dragon clan's rampage, so he had to show his true strength!"

"The real person is really humble!"

"Dragon Lord swears that the real person has made great contributions to the human race!"

"Be a human being like Master Sanwu..."

Sanwu was lost in the boasts, until Changchun said something.

"Fellow Taoist swordsmanship should have entered the eyes of a true immortal. There is hope for attaining the Tao in the future!"

What a fairy!

Sanwu suddenly woke up, stood up and said: "The old Taoist has just received a message from the ancestor. He must go to listen to the teachings. Next time he will come to discuss the Tao."

"The message from the true immortal is really enviable to me."

Changchun changed his voice and said: "Baiyun Temple and Yunxiao Taoist Palace are both pillars of the Taoist sect. In this way, Patriarch Yunxiao is Patriarch Baiyun."

"I have great respect for my ancestor, can I come together to see him?"

Since the unification of Daqian in Yunzhou, no one in Buddhism or Taoism has been able to achieve true immortality. Everything depends on the imperial court.

Cultivation resources are not as good as each year, and the qualifications of disciples are not as good as each year.

Master Yang Shen wants very little, and one of them is the inheritance of Taoism!

Changchun didn't care how good Sanwu was at swordsmanship, and he couldn't overthrow the Daqian court. He invited him to discuss the art, just because he wanted to embrace the true immortal.

Sanwu cursed in his heart, Changchun is too shameless, your ancestor is my ancestor.

Patriarch Huayang is the True Immortal of Zhengdao, and the Patriarch of Baiyun Temple, Ziyun True Immortal, is Quanzhen. It is said that the two are strangers and have not been in contact with each other since age and death.

Besides, Sanwu didn't know the true immortal, so he quickly found an excuse: "The Patriarch only let the old Taoist pass, and I will definitely bring my fellow Taoists with me next time."

"That's such a shame."

"Farewell!"

Sanwu said that he turned into a escaping light and disappeared in the northwest.

After a moment, he escaped into the ground, turned around, and flew towards the palace.

Sanwu, who had sworn not to enter the palace for the rest of his life, had to bow to the royal family for the sake of his disciples and the inheritance of the Taoist palace.

…

Longevity Palace.

Green smoke curls up.

There were bursts of chanting.

Eunuch Chu hurried in and said a few words in Emperor Jingtai's ear.

"Uncle Emperor..."

Suspense flashed in Emperor Jingtai's eyes. He didn't know why Sanwu came to visit him. This person had a very different opinion of the Li family.

At that time, the clan government expelled Sanwu from the family tree, and the punishment was not excessive. It was only that Sanwu became a first-class Yangshen, which made it appear that the royal family did not recognize talents.

If we talk about who is the most dazzling person in the God Refining Realm now, Sanwu is firmly ranked first.

The sword killed a first-grade demon king, and his performance was truly outstanding.

A first-grade monk is easy to defeat, but the difficulty of killing him has increased several times. Not long ago, the Immortal Bureau and the military masters surrounded and killed the great wizard. If the wizard had not been tricked by the Yaksha Demon Lord, he would have probably escaped with serious injuries.

Emperor Jingtai waved his hand, signaling all the Taoists in the palace to retreat, and ordered Sanwu to be invited in.

After Sanwu came in, he bowed and saluted.

"See Your Majesty!"

"..."

Emperor Jingtai was stunned. He had not been greeted by Sanwu since he ascended the throne. He was not used to it: "Uncle, there is no need to be polite. Please sit down."

"I have something important to tell you. I don't dare to sit down."

Sanwu wiped away his tears and sighed: "Your Majesty, I came from a humble background and was lonely since I was a child. Since I was expelled from the family tree, I have been thinking about it day and night, hoping that one day I can return to the royal family..."

The old man burst into tears and his nose was full of tears, and his words were deeply touching.

Jingtai looked strange, unable to figure out what Sanwu wanted, subconsciously certain that he was hiding something important.

Sanwu usually has a bad attitude towards the royal family, and often uses the name of the imperial uncle to go around to harvest the royal family's wool...

In terms of identification with the royal family, it would be better to just pick up a random person named Li on the street!

Sanwu spoke for a moment, and when he saw that Emperor Jingtai had no reaction, he secretly scolded this guy for being too dark-hearted and hard-hearted, and then changed his tone.

"... In order to return to the family tree, I went to the Dragon Palace with the Patriarch last night and forced the Dragon Lord to make a blood oath to live up to the Taizu's will!"

Sanwu asked: "Your Majesty, can such achievements be returned to the family tree?"

Emperor Jingtai frowned slightly. As an emperor, he didn't like to be coerced by others, so he would definitely refuse if it was normal.

Even though he was invincible, Emperor Jingtai could not let him go against his will. However, now Sanwu is not alone, there is a true immortal behind him.

"The great uncle of the emperor has made such great contributions to the great cadres. There is no problem in returning to the family tree..."

Emperor Jingtai couldn't figure out Sanwu's plan, so he had to agree first. Otherwise, given Sanwu's shameless temper, he didn't know what rumors would spread.

Jingtai values ​​his reputation most and does not want to leave a harsh and unkind reputation.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, I will leave the Yunxiao Dao Palace and return to the Li family!"

Sanwu looked touched and bowed: "Your Majesty, can you announce this matter tomorrow?"

Emperor Jingtai felt more and more something was wrong. Sanwu actually left the Dao Palace. There must be something I don't know about!

Dragon clan?

Extraterrestrial Demon King?

Or maybe the real immortal has other plans?

Emperor Jingtai said slowly: "It's not necessary to leave Yunxiao Taoist Palace, right?"

"We must break away! Taizu's legacy states that the royal family is not allowed to enter Taoism or Buddhism. I am bent on returning to the family tree and serving the royal family. How can I have anything to do with the Taoist sect!"

Sanwu said it categorically, as if he was truly a loyal minister and filial son.

"Well, tomorrow the prince will announce that he will ask the emperor's uncle to go back to the family tree and take it temporarily..."

Emperor Jingtai looked at Chu Daban who was standing aside and asked: "Daban, are there any positions suitable for the emperor's uncle?"

"Your Majesty, the imperial uncle has a noble status and a high level of cultivation. He has assumed a high position of authority!"

Chu Daban said: "Now that Xu Ni is using his own force in southern Xinjiang, his momentum is so fierce that no one can control it. It is better to ask the emperor's uncle to lead the rebellion in southern Xinjiang and take charge of military and political matters."

"Well, Oban is right."

Emperor Jingtai nodded slightly, Chu Daban was in agreement with me.

The war in southern Xinjiang has spread to the four continents, and a super master is needed to take charge. Sanwu who comes to his door is not in vain.

No matter what Sanwu's plan is, he will be given a heavy responsibility and sent out of the capital with gifts, and everything will be fine.

The so-called counterinsurgency governor, taking charge of military affairs, just listen to it. Everyone in the army and local officials were all members of Emperor Jingtai. Sanwu could only receive an empty title after he left.

Furthermore, the suppression of the rebellion was not successful, and the blame fell on Sanwu, which just wiped away the credit of the Dragon Lord's blood oath.

After killing four birds with one stone, Emperor Jingtai immediately felt relieved.

"Uncle Emperor, what do you think?"

"I am willing to serve His Majesty, even if I die!"

Sanwu also felt relieved that the performance was not in vain.

"Uncle Emperor, go back and prepare. The war is urgent. We will record the genealogy tomorrow and set off to southern Xinjiang together!"

"My lord, I obey the order!"

The monarch and his ministers looked at each other, each smiled slightly, and a light flashed in their eyes.