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

Fairy apricot.

It was the immortal spiritual root that Lei Zhenzi ate.

After taking it, the physical body transforms, becomes close to the wind and thunder, and becomes an immortal.

Flat peaches extend life by three thousand, and immortal apricots replace the bones, but they cannot directly increase mana and Taoism.

"Become ugly or become stronger, this is a question worth considering!"

Zhouyi determined that if you take immortal apricot, you will grow wings on your back and turn into an ugly bird-man.

Many people would say that big is good and strong is beautiful. However, strength is only temporary, and ugliness will last a lifetime.

Moreover, the appearance of becoming an immortal is not as good as Zhou Yi's small goal.

"This thing should be reserved for those who are destined. Maybe there is someone uglier than Lei Zhenzi. If I take Xianxing again, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

Zhou Yi put away the immortal apricots and carried Pei Heihu's body to the Demon Refining Cave.

Compared with the bustling Demon Refining Cave, the number of demon demons is much smaller, and their resentment is not bad at all. .

He glanced at the bottomless abyss, threw the corpse into it, and turned around to leave.

This is a forbidden place for Emperor Jingtai, and perhaps he is secretly watching at this moment. Anyway, there are eight clones in the prison, and you can explore the Demon Refining Cave at any time.

In recent days, evil corpses often appear in the prison, and they are all killed by Zhou Yi's clones.

The other torturers were fast asleep, completely unaware that they had died again.

According to the information obtained by Zhou Yi, evil corpses will appear more and more frequently, and now they all disappear quietly, which will disrupt many plans of those behind the scenes.

If the pace is messed up, more lies will be exposed.

Zhou Yi left the prison, returned the token, and received several meritorious deeds.

When a master in refining the gods works for the court, even if it is just a little effort, he will be rewarded with meritorious deeds.

Only by being rewarded for their work and being fair and just can all the monks be united and support the rule of the Daqian court.

After answering the errand and returning the waist badge, Zhou Yi returned to the Ministry of Things.

Pushing the door open, I found that the space inside had expanded several times.

The small office that was originally less than two feet has become a large flat floor with a radius of ten feet.

Several beautiful maids stood at the door. When they saw Zhou Yi come in, they were served on the left and right, leading the way in front and following behind.

The house was filled with red and green orioles and swallows. Zhang Cheng leaned against the spring light and painted.

In a few breaths of time, the painting is ready.

Then he saw a beautiful woman walking out of the painting, with bright eyes and white teeth, a smile on her cheeks, and she was dancing gracefully.

Zhou Yi recognized this woman. She seemed to be the oiran chosen by Chunfeng Tower in July last year. Her name was Yaoyao or Qingqing.

Zhou Yi suddenly realized that the women serving on the left and right might all be oirans of a certain class.

Taken out alone and placed in the Chunfeng Building, it is a stunning beauty that is sought after by thousands of people. At this time, there are more than 20 people in the small office, and the appearance suddenly drops to mediocre.

Chen Ying climbed out of the pile of makeup and said hello excitedly.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhang's painting skills are really amazing!"

"Has Lao Zhang condensed his true meaning in painting?"

Zhou Yi looked surprised. Zhang Cheng had reached the limit before. Even if he is a high-level expert, he is already a gifted person to be able to break through in ten or eight years.

"I gained a little from discussing the Dharma with the divine monk."

Zhang Cheng looked proud and said with a smile: "Since the reputation of Pindao has spread, I don't know why, I feel like a god helps me when I practice. Last night, I had a night chat with Miss Xuanxuan, and I suddenly realized the true meaning of painting!"

The true artistic conception is captured in the painting, and the painting becomes reality in just a splash of ink.

It is said that there is a master of painting who spends hundreds of years painting the style of a world, and when he succeeds, he becomes the master of the world.

Among the top three schools of thought, the most numerous are Confucianists, followed by the Legalists, followed by the Mohists, and extremely rare in other schools. It’s not that the primary school is not strong, the fundamental reason is that cultivation is difficult. Unlike Confucianism and Legalism, there is a clear path before transcendence.

Zhou Yi looked at a room full of oirans and couldn't help but say: "Brother Zhang's true meaning of painting is so amazing!"

"The true meaning is first established, and the oiran is the only stranger who can put the finishing touches!"

Zhang Cheng was half nostalgic and half sighing: "Lao Zhang, I made an appointment with my childhood friend to play in Goulan when I was fourteen years old. I still remember that we went to the best place in the county, ordered the most expensive girl to keep us company, and received the most severe beatings from my father!"

"In the blink of an eye, it has been nearly three hundred years... The true meaning of painting should be in Goulan Oiran, maybe it is destined by God!"

Chen Ying praised: "Brother Zhang, you are really a role model for us! Going to Chunfeng Tower is not ridiculous, it is learning, enlightenment, and serious practice!"

"Hehehehe, Lao Zhang will help you realize the truth!"

As soon as Zhang Cheng moved his brush, the faces of the beautiful women surrounding Chen Ying quickly aged, and their green hair turned to white hair in an instant.

The white-haired old woman nestled in Chen Ying's arms, smiling shyly from time to time.

"???"

Chen Ying's legs went weak and he pushed the chicken-skinned old woman away.

"Giggle!"

The old woman let out a weird laugh, and her face continued to age. The age spots quickly rotted away, and the skin on her face fell off piece by piece.

The beauty turned into withered bones, the bones creaked and rubbed together, and the bone-white palm hooked Chen Ying's chin, making them want to kiss her.

"Well--"

Chen Ying rolled his eyes and fainted from fright.

Zhou Yi couldn't help but laugh and commented: "These courtesans are about the fifth level of strength. They attack in groups when fighting, and they are not afraid of death. There is indeed something mysterious about the way of painting."

Jiao Didi's beautiful courtesans all have fifth-level strength, and they suppress Chen Ying without resisting.

Zhang Cheng shook his head instead and said: "Fighting is no match for Confucianism and Legalism. Unless a fifth-level thug has tens of millions, he or she will be just cannon fodder in front of the magic of refining gods."

The painting monk waved his hand and released a hundred scrolls of paintings. It looked cool, but in fact it was of little effect. Until a first-level painting monk painted a third-level scroll, his combat power could be equal to that of the same level.

Every loss must have a gain. Apart from being bad at fighting, Hua Dao is omnipotent in other aspects.

Painting an alchemy cauldron can be used to refine elixirs and weapons.

Draw the formation method and directly create the formation diagram.

Draw monsters and mounts that change every day.

Drawing talisman and seal script is my old skill.

This office, which has been enlarged several times, is like a castle in the air, containing the mysteries of space.

Zhou Yi screened away the maids on his left and right, visualized the picture of Ten Thousand Swords returning to the sect, and slowly regained his Yin spirit.

The next time is approaching.

Chen Ying finally got rid of the fear of beauty and withered bones, regained his virility as a man, and made an appointment with Zhou Yi and Zhang Cheng in Chunfeng Tower.

"Let's see what Lao Zhang does!"

Zhang Cheng splashed his brush and ink, and a lifelike five-color sacred cow appeared on the rice paper.

Moo!

The sacred cow barked and emerged from the scroll. On the surface, it looked just like a real sacred cow.

Following the same pattern, after a while there were three sacred cows in the house.

"We're going to ride the bull today. We're sure to surprise a lot of people, and maybe we can avoid paying tonight."

Zhang Cheng said as he stepped on the cow's back, patted the cow's head, and the sacred cow's feet burst into colorful smoke and flew towards Chunfeng Tower.

Since the real immortal riding the bull, the value of cattle has increased day by day. Three sacred cows that are indistinguishable from the real immortal have appeared. Just a gimmick is enough for Chunfeng Tower to make a lot of money.

really.

Sanniu arrived at Chunfeng Tower and attracted a large number of people to watch.

Whoever saw the girl dancing commented on the sacred cow one after another, and the bold ones stepped forward to touch it.

There were several wealthy businessmen and gentry who had a great family and business. They prayed to Zhang Cheng to sell their cattle, and they were willing to exchange the same weight of gold for it.

"Will I be short of gold and pickled things?"

Zhang Cheng pretended to be generous and walked away, but in fact, the sacred cow condensed with the true meaning of the painting could only last for one day before dispersing.

"Hey, Master Zhang, Master Zhou, Master Chen are finally here!"

The Madam of Chunfeng Tower has changed people, just after the auction of Qian Huan Sect Master. Rumor has it that the courtesan Yaoyao is favored by a master in refining the gods. The former madam has some conflicts with Yaoyao. What if she says something bad about Chunfeng Tower on the pillow...

"Lao Zhang, didn't I just come yesterday?"

"Not seeing Master Zhang for one day is like three autumns!"

The old madam led the three of them to an exquisite elegant room while talking and laughing: "Today, my boss bought some interesting new goods from the Jiaofang Division. I wonder if Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhou are interested?"

"Go ahead."

Zhang Cheng flicked his finger, and the big pearl of his thumb landed on the old bustard's chest.

The madam is indeed a professional, even if the pearls are round, they will not fall off.

"Wait a moment, gentlemen, we will make arrangements now."

The madam left not long ago.

The oiran who was singing on the stage retreated and was replaced by a group of women dancing.

These women were born with beautiful faces and elegant postures, and all of them were as good as oirans. Unfortunately, the dance movements were unfamiliar and the coordination was messy, which made the audience sigh.

Dong dong dong——

Suddenly there was a sound of drum beating, and all the dancing women turned pale with fright. Some were so frightened that they were stunned and motionless.

"Huh?"

Zhou Yi was surprised and waved his hand to capture a ray of light from the sound of the drum.

The spiritual light kept flickering, echoing the restrictions in the woman's body on the stage.

As soon as the drum beat and the restraint was activated, the women frowned and trembled in pain.

Zhang Cheng asked in confusion: "When did Chunfeng Tower become so generous that he was willing to use bloodline restraint to control the girl?"

"Brother Zhang, smell carefully..."

Zhou Yi's nose twitched slightly and he said: "They have evil spirits in them!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed with light, and he immediately saw through the woman on the stage.

"Half-demon!?"

At this time, the dance on the stage changed again.

I saw the women trembling in the sound of drums, and tails slowly sprouted from behind them, including fox tails, snake tails, cat tails, rabbit tails...

His face also gradually changed. Demonic lines appeared on his white face, and his ears, nose, mouth, and eyes became half-human and half-demon.

hiss! call!

There was a gasp from the audience, and everyone stared at the tail with wide eyes, not caring about whether the dance was good or not.

With the popularization of the theory of torturers and monster hunting records, the mystery of the monster clan has been unveiled in front of ordinary people. Although there are worries and fears in the heart, desire has defeated fear.

Moreover, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the enchantress on the stage is in a weak state, and she is too late to show mercy and is not willing to shout about beating or killing her.

The drumming gradually stopped and the pain subsided, but the women did not dare to stop and continued dancing.

At this time, no one complained about not dancing well, and they all applauded. They threw whatever they caught with silver ingots and jade pendants. It was like reading a book and enjoying it without spending money!

"come over."

Zhou Yi waved his hand, and the madam who was always paying attention came over.

The old bustard said proudly: "Master Zhou, are you still satisfied?"

Zhou Yi asked: "Did you know that they are not pure blood monsters and have half human blood in their bodies?"

"Of course I know. The officials from the Jiaofang Division said that they are all half-demon born of humans and demons."

The madam seemed to sense Zhou Yi's displeasure and said cautiously: "If it were a real demon, my boss wouldn't dare to raise it."

"Hmph!"

Zhou Yi snorted noncommittally: "Where are they from?"

The old bustard carefully considered his words and said: "Master Zhou, a new law was promulgated a few days ago that prohibits the love between men and monsters. Their parents have violated the law..."

"Brother Zhou, Brother Bai told me about this. He participated in several arrests."

Chen Ying took over the conversation and said: "The imperial court requires that the relationship between a human and a demon be separated immediately before the promulgation of the law. They will never see each other again in the future, so let's forget about it."

"However, there are many shemale couples who have lived together for ten or twenty years. In the face of imperial decrees, they would rather die than separate. They will be charged with treason and be imprisoned pending trial."

"The family property was confiscated, the men were sent to the army in southern Xinjiang, and the women were sent to the Jiaofangsi."

The old bustard nodded repeatedly and said, "That's it. My boss bought it from the imperial court, and everything is in compliance with the imperial court's laws. Mr. Zhou, if you don't like it, can we change it immediately?"

The owner of Chunfeng Tower was very discerning and expected that the half-demon would become the signature of Chunfeng Tower, so he spent a lot of money and connections to buy the half-demon.

as expected.

As soon as he showed up, he was very popular among the guests.

But no matter how much money you make, you can't make Mr. Zhou unhappy. This is what the boss repeatedly warned him on the first day of his stay.

"never mind."

Zhou Yi waved his hand, suddenly feeling uninterested.

The madam quickly retreated, thinking secretly about this man's favorite piece, and arranged it immediately after the half-demon dance was over.

"Lao Zhou, just get used to it."

Zhang Cheng said leisurely: "When I was your age, I felt unhappy, so now I smashed the Chunfeng Tower. However, I have lived for a long time and have seen many tragedies, and I can no longer feel angry."

Zhou Yi Yaoyao's head didn't explain anything.

Half-demon is not accepted by demons and is regarded as an alien among humans, so they can only live and die hiding in the darkness.

Now that you are exposed to the sun, your destiny is no longer in your control, it is controlled by the happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy of others.

Zhou Yi comforted himself in his heart that there would be no good results in the relationship between a human and a demon. It was not that the male and female had no true feelings, but that he could not just focus on love.

Today's events are in the throes of reform.

The half-demon on the stage stumbled to the end of the dance, but the madam immediately ordered someone to change the song despite the people's shouts.

"Havoc in the Dragon Palace".

There are two distinguished guests in Chunfeng Tower. Zhang Cheng likes to cause trouble in Jinluan Palace, while Zhou Yi only likes to make trouble in Dragon Palace.

This piece of music has been filled in and revised by many literati. From the initial prototype of the story, it has gradually become a classic. The core of this piece can be used for the human race to make trouble in the Dragon Palace and directly touch the hearts of the people.

Of course, the modified story has causes, processes, battles of wits and courage, and is very attractive to the audience, but it is very different from the real history.

"good!"

Zhou Yi was happy when he heard this and waved his hand and threw out a few coins.

The madam immediately beamed, bowed and picked up this man's reward, distinguishing it from the other guests.

Time flew by while pushing cups and changing cups, and it was already close to midnight.

Zhang Cheng and Chen Ying looked at each other, feeling itchy, but they waited until Zhou Yi could not leave.

According to the usual situation, Zhou Yi would leave before midnight, so the two of them asked ten or eight girls to go to the second floor for a deep talk.

Wait until after midnight.

Chen Ying, prompted by Zhang Cheng's eyes, asked: "Brother Zhou, when will you leave?"

"Stay overnight!"

Zhou Yi's voice was not loud, but it caused Zhang Cheng to exclaim.

"Lao Zhou, have you finally figured it out?"

"I can't figure it out... there's an uninvited guest at home, and I don't want to see it."

Zhou Yi shook his head and said: "I only drink and listen to music. If you are tired, just go to the second floor."

"How can this be done!"

Zhang Cheng rolled his eyes and patted his chest in assurance.

"I'll go tell the madam that those two fox girls are pretty good, and they'll be arranged for you..."