A beautiful lady dressed as a devil

Chapter 32

Surprised in Jiang Shuo's heart, he couldn't help taking two steps back, and raised his eyes to look at the wooden stairs leading to the third floor of Zangshu Pavilion. From several steps up, everything seemed to be splashed with ink, and fell into a heavy and stagnant black mist.

Jiang Shuo recovered from the shock, and became anxious.

The little apprentice is still on it!

He put down the scroll in his hand, hurried a few steps towards the stairs, and called tentatively, "Yun'er?"

There was no sound from above.

Jiang Shuo calmed down, and was about to make a formula to find someone, but found that——spiritual power seemed to be suppressed invisibly, and only less than one layer could be exerted.

A ball of spiritual fire was barely condensed, and just as it dangled into the black mist going up the stairs, it was swallowed up in an instant.

Jiang Shuo's expression sank.

In this situation, even an ordinary disciple can see that this is a forbidden technique.

Still a high-level ban.

Jiang Shuo thought about it for a moment, then walked up. The moment he entered the black mist, he could feel the piercing cold all over his body, and he couldn't help shivering slightly.

After going up about a dozen more steps, the light was restored before Jiang Shuo raised his eyes, but couldn't help frowning.

He was still standing at the entrance of the stairs from the second floor to the third floor of the Library Pavilion.

Jiang Shuo turned his eyes to look at the desk not far away. The few ancient books he had flipped through half a quarter of an hour ago were neatly placed on the table, even with the exact number of pages.

Is it an illusion, or a ghost hitting the wall?

There was no way to go straight up, so Jiang Shuo had to try to go down, but the ending was the same as before—he returned to the second floor of Zangshu Pavilion.

"..." Jiang Shuo simply walked back to the desk and sat down, continuing to read the scroll.

Left and right couldn't get out, and it was difficult to use spiritual power. Jiang Shuo felt that it would be better to wait for an hour or two.

——The prohibition technique is limited by the cultivation level of the caster, and when the caster's spiritual power is exhausted, the restraint will break by itself.

But just as Jiang Shuo reached out to touch the book, he suddenly noticed a very light sound behind him, and looked back——

A beautiful woman suddenly appeared at the stairs leading to the third floor, dressed in snow clothes and light gauze, with a charming figure, looking at Jiang Shuo with her charming fox eyes.

Jiang Shuo: "."

What the hell is it?

"Master." The woman took two graceful steps, and a soft fragrance came to her face. Jiang Shuo frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

The woman said softly, "I can become whoever Xianggong thinks I am."

"..." Jiang Shuo looked at her for a while, then turned around and sat down unmoved, and even started to flip the book again.

The woman walked around him a few times, and realized that Jiang Shuo really didn't care at all, she couldn't help frowning, and said softly, "Don't Mr. Xiang love me like this?"

Jiang Shuo read the book intently, as if he didn't hear it at all.

The woman thought for a while, then suddenly turned slightly, and turned into a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Young Lang Xueyi had black hair, red lips and white teeth. Seeing that Jiang Shuo ignored him, he simply raised his hand and pressed it on the book, leaned over and said softly, "Xianjun, take a look at me."

"..." Jiang Shuo raised his eyelids and said coldly, "What's wrong with you?"

The boy wrinkled his nose innocently, wondering: "Don't you like this?"

Jiang Shuo let go of the hand holding the pages of the book, and pinched the space between his eyebrows a little irritably.

He hadn't expected that there was a charming illusion in the restraint technique, and this illusion... Jiang Shuo suddenly raised his eyes, and took a closer look at the young man in front of him.

The boy smiled innocently and innocently, and there was a bit of cunning in his lacquer-like black eyes. There was indeed a trace of——

A thought just popped up in Jiang Shuo's mind, but he dismissed it quickly.

My little apprentice is much cuter than the phantom in front of me.

Seeing Jiang Shuo's lack of interest, the young man leaned closer to him, lowered his voice and said, "Such a beautiful day, would the lord rather read a book than do something else?"

Jiang Shuo glanced at him and said, "Then come here."

The young man walked over, supported his body with his hands, and tilted his head to look at Jiang Shuo curiously.

Jiang Shuo stuffed a writing brush into his hand, and said calmly, "Since you can't be free, let's practice calligraphy, just to sharpen your impatience."

juvenile:"……"

Just when it was about to say something, there was a sudden earth-shattering crash on the library loft, as if some heavy object rolled down the wooden stairs, which startled Jiang Shuo.

The boy who had condensed illusion seemed to sense some kind of danger, he took two steps back calmly, and disappeared on the spot.

Jiang Shuo turned around and stared at the stairway shrouded in black mist. The next moment, a colorful figure suddenly fell out of the black mist and slammed heavily on the wooden boards on the second floor.

Jiang Shuo: "."

Before he could see clearly what it was that fell down, whether it was a man or a woman, the phantom on the ground let out a scream in horror, and instantly turned into ashes and dispersed.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Shuo saw his little apprentice with a livid complexion and a murderous look carrying a saber, quickly stepping down the stairs, his knife-like gaze seemed to want to tear the thing in front of him into pieces at any time.

Yin Sui stood still at the place where the phantom disappeared, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Jiang Shuo leaning against the edge of the table not far away.

The beauty looked even more unreal than the illusion just now, her expression was light and calm, only a little worry hidden in her eyes.

The young man's ruthless eyes slowed down, and he gradually calmed down. He looked at Jiang Shuo for a while, and after confirming, he threw the sword and ran towards Jiang Shuo, aggrieved: "Master!"

Yin Sui complained: "Those things want to bite me!"

Jiang Shuo didn't understand: "What bit you?"

Yin Sui opened his neckline, pointed to an inconspicuous scar on it, and said angrily, "As soon as those things came out, they aimed at me and wanted to bite my neck. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and killed a few of them."

Jiang Shuo raised his hand subconsciously, and gently wiped the small wound with his fingertips.

Yin Sui was still immersed in resentment at first, but when he was touched by this, he was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and instantly became stiff from head to toe.

Jiang Shuo didn't notice his strangeness, put down his hands and asked, "Who imposed the restriction here?"

"..." Yin Sui was startled, and said a little awkwardly: "It seems to be me..."

Jiang Shuo was helpless: "How to get out now, is there a way?"

Yin Sui shook his head first, then paused, and said, "You can try."

The descriptions of exercises in ancient books are too obscure and difficult to understand. Even someone as talented as Yin Sui is not sure that he can master it in a short time.

Jiang Shuo: "Then you can try—"

As soon as he uttered the words, Yin Sui tried to break the restriction with formulas.The next moment, the entire Zangshu Pavilion suddenly plunged into darkness.

Jiang Shuo: "..."

Yin Sui: "..."

Jiang Shuo immediately stretched out his hand to hold the little apprentice in front of him, and squeezed a fire formula with one hand, but his spiritual power was weak, and the flame that sprang out from his fingertips jumped twice before disappearing again.

The two of them were submerged by the tide of darkness in all directions. In such a completely dark night, Jiang Shuo couldn't see anything, so he could only feel the little apprentice's head and asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid of the dark?"

How could Yin Sui be afraid of the dark, but Jiang Shuo's voice was too gentle, he paused and said, "...a little bit."

Jiang Shuo's heartbeat was very soft, Yin Sui listened for a while, then raised his arms to hug his narrow waist, and buried his head into Jiang Shuo's neck.

And Jiang Shuo only felt that the little apprentice had grown taller, and his neck was itchy from the scattered hair, and he rubbed his nose vigorously on Jiang Shuo's shoulders. It didn't seem like he was afraid of the dark, but rather that he was insane...

Jiang Shuo let Yin Sui dawdle for a long time, and couldn't help but ask, "Yun'er?"

Because the little apprentice hugged him too tightly, Jiang Shuo had been pushed to the side of the desk unintentionally. The edge of the hard sandalwood table was a few inches below the waist, which was really uncomfortable.

Yin Sui finally stopped, and said in a hoarse voice, "How do we get out?"

"Wait until the restriction expires..." Jiang Shuo raised his hand to push him away, but he didn't expect his hand to be pressed directly on Yin Sui's neck, and he felt a slight bulge in his palm that seemed to move, Jiang Shuo was startled, It took half a beat to realize that it was the little apprentice's Adam's apple.

Yin Sui: "."

Jiang Shuo is really...

"Don't worry." Yin Sui suddenly took a deep breath, let go of Jiang Shuo, took two steps back, and whispered, "I'll try again."

He recalled for a moment the several methods of breaking the prohibition technique recorded in the ancient books, recalled "Zhu" calmly, and swiftly drew his palm on the sword body fiercely.

Jiang Shuo seemed to smell a burst of extremely weak blood energy, which disappeared in an instant.He could sense that Yin Sui was half-kneeling on the ground drawing a spell, and couldn't help asking worriedly, "Is one person's spiritual power enough?"

The spiritual power quickly drained with the gushing blood, Yin Sui bit his lip to keep himself awake, and said coldly: "No need."

The spell takes effect when it sees blood, not to mention the blood of the caster.The ancient and powerful prohibition technique stagnated, and the moment Yin Sui closed his hands and got up, it suddenly collapsed——

Returning to the light from complete darkness, Jiang Shuo subconsciously closed his eyes.

The afternoon sun shone in through the wooden lattice windows of the Zangshu Pavilion, and the fine dust covering the ancient books rose leisurely and then fell lightly. When Jiang Shuo opened his eyes, he saw Yin Sui standing a few steps away with a sword in his hand. .

Jiang Shuo frowned, saw that the ground of Zangshu Pavilion was as clean as ever, and asked hesitantly, "Yun'er... where did you get hurt?"

Yin Sui lowered his eyelashes and whispered, "No injury."

He casually put the saber on the table, and Jiang Shuo looked at it, but he did not find any wounds on the little apprentice's body, but the strong smell of blood that he smelled earlier...

Yin Sui hid the injured hand behind his back, and said, "The restriction just now..."

Jiang Shuo was really distracted by this sentence, and looked up at him: "Huh?"

Yin Sui: "...It should have been triggered unintentionally when I silently recited the formula in the ancient book."

Jiang Shuo thought for a while, then said: "From this point of view, this kind of restraint technique is extremely difficult to control, and it is easy to hurt innocent people. It is better to use it sparingly as a last resort."

Yin Sui leaned on the side of the table, and said casually after hearing the words: "Of course it will be useful after entering the secret trial."

Jiang Shuo immediately taught his young apprentice: "You can't use the restraint technique to fight against others in private."

Yin Sui put away his absent-minded look, paused, and said in a low voice, "Okay."

I'm afraid that when he enters the secret realm, he will break through the realm dignifiedly, but others will play tricks.

At that time... no wonder he.

Seven days later, Xuanjimen invited all sects from the cultivation world to gather in Stone Demon Valley for the three-yearly secret realm trial.

"Stone Demon Valley?" Jiang Shuo raised his eyes when he heard the words, "Where is it?"

Yin Sui changed into black clothes today, which were simple and neat. At that time, he was carelessly cleaning his sword, and said casually, "A place where many people died."

Jiang Shuo: "...?"

Yin Sui put Zhu back into the scabbard, and said calmly: "This place used to be the only way to the lower realm. It is rumored that a hundred years ago, the stone demon made a riot, and all the monks and common people passing by were buried in it. Then it was suppressed by magic."

Jiang Shuo was startled, and subconsciously asked, "How do you know?"

Most of the books in Jiuhua Zangshu Pavilion have been read by Jiang Shuo. He has a good memory, but none of the books he has read mentions this "Stone Demon Valley".

Yin Sui paused, eyelashes drooping and said: "I've heard people in the tavern talk about it before."

... It is actually the suppressing spell in the Stone Demon Valley, which was left by Yin Sui when he brought a few disciples from his sect when he became famous when he was young.

But later, Yin Sui became a demon, and this matter became a taboo. Neither his former sect nor other people who knew the details were willing to put this "good deed" on Yin Sui's head, so they simply kept silent .

And then... Hundreds of years have passed in a blink of an eye, and no one can remember it.

"It doesn't sound like a suitable place for trials," Jiang Shuo said softly as he walked out, "The Xuanji Sect chose this place, and I'm afraid it has ill intentions."

When Jiuhua and his party arrived at Xuanji Gate, the feeling of weirdness became more and more obvious.

The person who came to greet them was the eldest disciple of Xuanji Sect, named Kuang He.

From a distance, Jiang Shuo saw a man in peach-colored clothes standing at the pass of Xuanji Gate, with a thin layer of pearl powder on his face, narrow eyebrows and narrow eyes, at first glance he seemed indistinguishable from male to female.

"Jiang Xianjun," the man said, with a slightly soft male voice, "this way please."

Jiang Shuo stopped and asked, "Are you..."

The man laughed, and his gorgeous appearance became even more obvious: "In Kuang He of Xiaxuanji Gate, Jiang Xianjun met me before. It turns out that the nobleman has forgotten things, so I can't remember?"

"..." Jiang Shuo coughed lightly, and concealed it: "I have a bad memory, I'm laughing at you."

Kuang He narrowed his eyes, but he didn't want to let him go. He glanced at the disciples behind Jiang Shuo, and continued to say, "This year, there are a little less disciples from Jiuhua. I'm afraid they don't like me, Xuanji. The trial presided over by the sect is simply not coming."

Yin Sui who was beside Jiang Shuo frowned, his black eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Qi Feng's hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened, but he was more stable, he just looked at Kuang He deeply, and did not make any other movements.

But the other disciples of Jiuhua all had ugly expressions on their faces. Yin Sui took half a step forward, and was about to speak out, when Jiang Shuo raised his hand and gently stopped him.

"If you think it is, then it is." Jiang Shuo looked at Kuang He and said lightly, "If the Xuanji Sect feels that they are not capable enough, they will return the presidency to Jiuhua after three years. In case..."

Jiang Shuo paused, and said nonchalantly, "Something went wrong, and I lost my tongue."

Everyone: "..."

Kuang He's smile froze. He didn't expect that this beautiful woman who was widely rumored in the cultivation world... had such an eloquent side.

He quickly suppressed his smile, glanced at the disciples of Jiuhua, and started another topic: "Dongyan Immortal is not here today? We have been looking forward to him for a long time, just waiting to see the demeanor of the Immortal."

Jiang Shuo didn't wait for him to lead the way, and walked forward slowly, while answering casually: "Dong Yan is still in retreat, it's just a small trial, don't bother him to come out."

Kuang He: "."

The corners of Yin Sui's lips rose higher and higher, staring at Kuang He unabashedly with provocative eyes.

He didn't expect Jiang Shuo to attack suddenly. He thought that with Jiang Shuo's temperament, he would usually bear it at such a time, or use a more gentle way to resolve the deadlock. He never thought...

The boy turned his head slightly, and when he noticed the little apprentice's gaze, Jiang Shuo patted his hand lightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid."

Yin Sui froze for a moment, then subconsciously said: "I'm not afraid."

Kuang He on the side wanted to say something more, but suddenly listened to the sound transmission, withdrew what he wanted to say, held back, and said: "Everyone follow me."

Xuanji Gate covers a vast area, with fine lines carved on the 99 stone steps. In the sect, there are high mountains and flowing water, dragon pillars and phoenix walls stretching endlessly, revealing a magnificent atmosphere everywhere, which is in line with the simplicity and elegance of Jiuhua. for different.

When Jiang Shuo saw the half-fist-sized jewel hanging on the waist of a passing Xuanjimen disciple, several Jiuhua disciples behind Jiang Shuo showed envy.

Kuang He led them to the largest square in Xuanjimen. Jiang Shuo looked at it and found that there were already hundreds of people standing below. They were all disciples of different sects in various clothes.

"Please wait a moment in the square," Kuang He turned around and said, "There are still a few sects that have not yet arrived. When everyone is here, we will enter the secret realm together."

Jiang Shuo didn't like this person, and he didn't want to talk to him, so he nodded and went to the square.

Unexpectedly, Kuang He stretched out his hand to stop him, and smiled, "Hold on, Xianjun."

Jiang Shuo frowned: "?"

Kuang He turned to the disciples of Jiuhua, raised his voice and said: "This trial of secret realm is hosted by Xuanjimen. The rules are different from previous years. Only ten most powerful disciples are allowed to participate."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar everywhere.

Although the number of people was stipulated before, it did not expressly limit how many people.There have been similar practices before, but for a sect like Jiuhua, at least thirty or forty disciples will participate in the trial.

Jiang Shuo brought twenty disciples here this time, all carefully selected, but now...

Kuang He smiled, as if he didn't notice the different expressions of Jiuhua disciples at all, and said to Jiang Shuo, "Xianjun Jiang, I have to ask you to send the extra disciples back."