Begin immortality by slaying demons

Qingzhou, Linjiang County.

There was an endless stream of vendors and walkers on the long street, which seemed to be the same as usual.

The storyteller in the tea house faced a far larger number of guests than before, and tried his best to earn two more coppers. Unfortunately, there were more people listening and fewer people willing to pay.

Shengdou Xiaomin couldn't understand the situation, and could only get a few pieces of information about the relationship between Qingzhou masters and demons from embellished rumors.

But their keen sense of danger is the instinct they rely on for survival.

He sighed when he saw the Yamen officers patrolling the streets, or there were a few more strangers in the city with strange faces and solemn expressions.

He had to replace the brown rice in the pot with coarse bran, the two pieces of oil residue in the bowl with black pickles, and then exchange the saved copper coins for grain storage and hide it in an inconspicuous place at home.

A carriage drove slowly through the long street and stopped outside the slightly old Demon-Suppressing General's Mansion. It looked like it had not been renovated for many years.

In front of the door was an old man with trembling hands, holding a broom and carefully sweeping the fallen leaves.

It seemed that he was still a little deaf. It wasn't until the coachman grabbed the reins to stop the demon horse and shouted three times in a row that the old man raised his head in confusion: "Who are you looking for?"

The next moment, the figure walking out of the car made him subconsciously throw away the broom, try to stand up straighter, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Huang Jian is here to follow the general!"

The young man tied his hair with a hollow black gold crown, wore a large cloak with a ferocious wolf swallowing the moon, a yin and yang fish pattern embroidered on the collar, a jade girdle around his waist, and a three-foot ink knife slung across his body.

All this means that the other party is his own master who guards Linjiang County.

But that young and fair face made Huang Jian full of regret and self-blame. He couldn't remember the other person's name even if he tried hard. He was really old and useless!

The young man nodded his chin and said in a gentle tone: "Shen Yi has something to report to General Chen Qiankun. Please inform the old man."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Shen, wait a moment, I'll go right away, I'll go right away..." Huang Jian seemed a little flattered, turned around excitedly, and then patted his forehead hard.

He looked back: "Sir, General Chen is not in the house."

It seemed that Huang Jian's previous shouts had shocked the inside, and several young captains rushed out quickly. Seeing Shen Yi's dress, they were stunned for a moment, and then one of them seemed to remember something: "You are Qingfeng Mountain... Lord Shen, please hurry up." Come in quickly!"

The young captain reacted very quickly and remembered the ban. The other party's killing of the dragon was a top secret. Even he overheard half of the sentence when the two generals were chatting. Then he was whipped three times by the general and ordered Get out of the camp yourself.

"I didn't expect that General Chen would even invite you back."

Several people invited Shen Yi into the mansion with greetings: "Master Shen, are you going to Shuiyun Township?"

"What happened?" Shen Yi stopped.

The captains looked at each other and sighed: "I don't know why the Yangchun River Shui Tribe went crazy. The three Jiao Lords suddenly left the river, causing violent injuries and killing people. Most of the monster hunters have come to hunt them down. General Chen wants to Staring at that old dragon...

"The Yangchun River is more than four thousand miles in length, and the two ends are even outside Qingzhou. How could it be so easy to guard?"

"That's all, you'd better get there quickly."

The captains did not dare to say it bluntly. The Yangchun Jiang Jiao Clan was clearly trying to beat the old man. Unless General Chen was exhausted, the old dragon would never appear.

The other followers were running along the river bank, cooperating with the monster hunter's ability to track down monsters, and they must capture the three-headed dragon king as soon as possible.

"Don't go yet." Shen Yi shook her head.

This journey was not in a hurry, both the green and red awns and the sky-breaking sun bow were restored.

But the Heavenly Demon's outer elixir is still empty, and Bailu's demon elixir has not been used for the time being. After all, the fifth transformation took nearly 3,500 years, and the current demon's longevity is obviously still lacking.

"Then what are you?" The captains were a little confused.

"Go and make some extra money." Shen Yi took out the silver bell and sent a message into it.

Soon, the nearby monster hunter pointed him in the general direction.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man's eyes flickered, like the divine eagle looking into the distance, suddenly soaring into the sky, and then turned into a breeze and swept across the sky.

The captains had never seen their personal generals display such methods before. They all stood there in astonishment.

…

Linjiang County, Qiping County.

During this turbulent time, a large local family funded the construction of a new temple.

It is said that the Yangchun River God can ensure smooth weather, marry and have children, and deter evil spirits.

I don’t know if it’s true or false.

But Qiping County can be considered a large county, not a remote place like Shuiyun Township.

Building a wild temple by the river and building one in the county are completely different concepts. But surprisingly, the Demon Suppressing Division didn't say much. They just sent two captains over to take a look, and there was no more. People took care of it.

It is probably because they found that the people were too nervous and in urgent need of spiritual sustenance.

Because of this, the incense in this newly built new temple was extremely popular, and people who came to offer incense formed a long queue.

In the temple, the statue of the god sits solemnly, with his palms flat on his knees, a luxurious Liuyun shawl hanging down, and a straight sword on his waist. The entire sculpture is ink-colored, and the solemnity shows a bit of murderous intent.

Pilgrims knelt on the futons one after another. As the news of the death spread wildly, their prayers changed from holding a fat boy to praying for the health of their families.

But in this situation, there are two things that seem extremely abrupt.

First, there was a long queue outside the temple on the mountainside. Dozens of people dressed in different costumes gathered in scattered directions, occasionally reaching out to touch the bell hidden in their belts.

Then there is the tall figure in the temple who neither offers incense nor prays.

"Yangchun River God?"

The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his hands and found that the statue was looking down at him indifferently. The smile on his face became more intense.

The curvature of the lip corners becomes more and more exaggerated.

Until I couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Ho... ha!"

"In front of me, you call yourself the god of Yangchunjiang?!"

The Fifth Prince Jiaojun smiled unabashedly, which inevitably aroused the dissatisfaction of the pilgrims, who all looked over with frowns.

In an instant, he suddenly stared back.

A pair of red eyes made all the pilgrims feel shocked, and the less courageous ones already lost control on the spot.

"What? I am not qualified to comment on your wild god?"

"It's better than this."

The Fifth Prince of Jiaojun seemed to enjoy this pre-appetizing play. He put away his anger and smiled calmly: "Now I plan to eat you. I will count to three and see if your River God will..."

Before he could raise his finger, Jiaojun suddenly noticed that all the pilgrims around him had their eyes widened.

The next moment, a puffing sound suddenly sounded in my ears.

After searching carefully, he found a blood-stained white hand sticking out of his throat.

When the palm was removed, he looked back tremblingly, and what came into view was a slightly swaying black cloak.

The young man stood sideways, holding the scabbard with one hand and looking at himself indifferently.