After the apprenticeship, I became a hater

Chapter 117

The preparations for the four-door exchange meeting are ready, and the reconstruction of the mountain gate is also on the right track. The disciples in the door are caring and sensible, and they take the initiative to share the affairs for me. .

I need the feeling of being busy, and I need to use this or that thing to cover up the memories I want to forget.

Because as long as I am free for a while, my mind will uncontrollably recall Luo Wuchen.

During the initial period of time, I kept trying to forget him completely, avoiding thinking of Luo Wuchen like I was running away from some scourge.

But as time passed, after Luo Wuchen popped up occasionally in my mind, I suddenly realized that it was actually not a big deal.

He didn't bother me as much as I thought he would.

So, I also calmed down and stopped trying to control my mind to block everything about Luo Wuchen.

After calming down, I also have the leisure to recall everything that happened that night.

I am used to reviewing everything afterwards, which helps me learn from yesterday's experience and lessons, and avoid making the same mistakes next time.

The memory of that night became incoherent and intermittent fragments under the influence of alcohol and time.

At that time, the emotions that were so strong that they almost burned me out were only a vague shell, and I couldn't remember why I was so angry at that time.

I have tried to retrace all the memories of that night, and it went very smoothly at first, from Sangluo Mozun coming to me with wine, and then when I was drunk, I impromptuly wrote the word "Xie Wan"...but then The memory after that is as difficult to touch as if blocked by some strange force.

Overworking my brain gave me a splitting headache, and the more I tried to think clearly, the more painful it became.

In the end, I could only pull myself out and watch that memory like an outsider.

I looked at myself and concluded that Luo Wuchen regarded me as a substitute for his dead wife just because of the same name.

Without waiting for Luo Wuchen's explanation, he was filled with resentment, controlled by unwillingness and anger, ignoring Ye Shen's inconvenience, and being extremely indifferent in anger, he drove Luo Wuchen and Xiao Chang'an out of Cangyu...

Thinking about it afterwards, the wrong thing Luo Wuchen did was nothing more than looking at the shadow of his dead wife from me, obviously it was not a serious problem.

But I was like having a firecracker battle, I exploded at one point, and I kept digging into the horns, insisting on imposing all kinds of malicious speculations on Luo Wuchen, and I didn't even want to listen to his justification...

It was like taking the wrong medicine.

But I didn't eat anything, just drank a little wine.

I scratched my nose and thought with some guilty conscience, could it be that I was really as drunk as Sangluo Demon Lord said at that time?

Otherwise, how would I explain my extreme thoughts and behaviors at that time.

"Hey..." I sighed and recalled the memory of that night. I didn't feel the anger, but I felt that I was really overreacting.

In that matter, Luo Wuchen, who regarded me as a substitute for his dead wife, was certainly wrong, but I was not completely right either. I indulged in my own emotions, felt sorry for myself, and was unreasonable.

Only...Little Chang'an was implicated innocently.

My sanity receded, and I recalled little Changan's puzzled and sad eyes again, and I couldn't stop feeling a deep sense of guilt.

But whoever told him that he was Luo Wuchen's son, it's only natural for the father to pay his debts, thinking this way, I suppressed that bit of guilt back to the bottom of my heart, and put my mind on the four-door exchange meeting.

The Four Sects Exchange Conference talks about the exchange of force. Whose disciple wins the leader at the exchange meeting, and which family has more disciples among the top 60, all of which are related to the ranking of the four sects in the next [-] years, or up, or down.

After all, I have seen the situation where Cang Yu was almost expelled from the four sects as soon as I entered the mountain gate. I have never paid much attention to Cang Yu's ranking among the four sects.

But for some naive reasons, I've been trying to keep myself busy.

All the matters that should be dealt with have been dealt with, and even the previously destroyed mountain gate is being rebuilt in an orderly manner under the premise that the spirit stone is ready.

When I took the time to inspect the progress of the reconstruction of the mountain gate, the reconstruction of the mountain gate was almost complete.

What I didn't expect was that at the scene of rebuilding the mountain gate, I saw a demon tribe that was beyond my expectation.

From a distance, I saw Sangluo Mozun walking towards the mountain gate carrying an old tree full of flowers.

"Lord Mozun!?" I glanced at Sangluo Mozun, then at the spirit tree he was carrying, and opened my eyes wide in surprise, "You are..."

"Xiao Wanwan," Sangluo Mozun put down the spiritual plant at the entrance of the mountain gate: "I searched around, and this one is the most similar to the spiritual plant you planted at the mountain gate earlier."

I subconsciously hit the spiritual plant, and it was indeed similar to the one I planted at the mountain gate before. The shape of the trunk, the direction of the branches, and the spiritual flowers of the leaves were almost the same.

Unless human intervention is involved in the growth of Lingzhi, most of them only look at Lingzhi himself, just as there are no two identical people in the world, and there are no two identical leaves in the world.

I don't know where Sangluo Mozun found such a similar spiritual plant.

Presumably, Sang Luo Mozun must have spent a lot of energy for this spiritual plant.

but……

Shouldn't he be a guest in Cangyu, why did he come to the mountain gate to do these chores?

Could it be that the wine I drank with Xu Fang last night is still awake?

I couldn't believe my eyes, and hurried to greet him, "Why are you doing this kind of rough work?!"

"There's nothing else to do, plus..." Mozun Sang Luo smiled, "Plus, part of the reason for the destruction of this mountain gate is also due to my guilt..."

While explaining to me, Sangluo Mozun handed over the tree to the disciple in charge of planting, and said gently, "Thanks for your hard work."

"Brother Xie—" one of the younger brothers who dug a hole and planted trees raised his voice to greet me: "Brother Xie, Master Mozun has been working with us for several days."

"Yes, yes, many of the replanted spiritual plants were found by Lord Mozun."

Master Mozun personally participated in the rebuilding of the Cangyu Mountain Gate, how could I stay out of it as Cangyu's acting suzerain.

Without further ado, I rolled up my sleeves and joined the reconstruction of the mountain gate.

I don’t know if I didn’t participate in it. It turns out that everyone’s enthusiasm for rebuilding the mountain gate is so high. Everyone is working hard. A few days after I joined, the original pothole on the left and the gravel gate on the right have taken on a new look.

It is said that a man's friendship comes from drinking together, taking a bath together, and going whoring together. I have never taken a bath or visited a brothel together with Mozun, but we have drank together quite a lot.

After sending Luo Wuchen and his son away, I didn't say anything, but I was actually a little bit disappointed.

During the period, Sangluo Mozun would occasionally invite me to drink to change my mood.

When everything is one, it is easy to have two. I have had two drinks with Sangluo Mozun, and the third time I invited him.

In this way, the habit of drinking once in a while with Mozun Sangluo continued unknowingly.

Sometimes I invite him, sometimes he invites me, sometimes in the Cangyu Sect, sometimes I go down the mountain, in a tavern in a town below the mountain, drinking wine, chatting without saying a word.

I feel very at ease with Sang Luo Mozun.

Before that, my impression of Demon Lord Sang Luo was not only the encouragement he gave me when I won the leader, but also the various rumors circulating in the Demon Realm.

From those rumors, my impression of Sang Luo Mozun is - perfect.

But the image of Sangluo Mozun is too perfect, I can't think of other thoughts except admiration and yearning.

Until this time Demon Lord Sangluo was a guest in our Cangyu Sect, and I had a chance to get along with him.

The more we get along, the more I realize that he is indeed a monster worth associating with.

His identity and cultivation were just icing on the cake for him.

As a Demon Lord, he is worthy of the trust of Demon Realm. As a friend, although I didn't say it out loud, I did regard him as a friend.

As a friend, Sangluo Mozun is also trustworthy.

Luo Wuchen's comments on Sang Luo's words, I think, may be out of a kind of jealousy of Sang Luo's ambiguous experience with his dead wife.

I learned that Luo Wuchen's dead wife broke up with him back then, and that succubus met Sang Luo again after returning to the Demon Realm, even to the point of discussing marriage.

Sang Luo doesn't like to talk about another Xie Wan with me.

He said that he felt guilty towards Xie Wanyu.

"I failed to protect him..."

"This is the one thing I regret the most in my long life."

Maybe it was the right atmosphere, or maybe it was the swell of alcohol, after all, I couldn't hold back my curiosity about the other Xie Wan, and blurted out the question.

"Mozun Sangluo, can you tell me about that Xie Wan?"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew I was wrong, and hurriedly said: "If you can't, Sangluo Mozun doesn't have to worry about it, just refuse."

"There's nothing you can't say." Sang Luo's throat slipped slightly, and a look of nostalgia floated in his warm eyes: "I'm actually very happy that you are willing to hear me mention him."

"He is a soft-hearted and kind demon."

"Among them," Demon Lord Sang Luo lowered his voice again, "maybe partly because he was a human race for 19 years before awakening the blood of the demon race."

I didn't know there was such a secret before, and I became more and more curious when I heard about it.

"He was originally a human race?"

Sang Luo shook his head, "There are more secrets involved. Maybe you will know in the future..."

I wanted to ask again, but Sang Luo refused to speak.

In this way, I knew that Sang Luo didn't want to mention this matter, and I didn't force it, so I asked instead: "How did Demon Lord Sang Luo meet that Xie Wan, and how..." Falling in love with him?

Sang Luo smiled lightly. When he talked about his sweetheart, his eyes shone with warmth.

"The first time I met him was at the border of Xuewu City."

I know that Xuewu City is a place where the Demon Realm borders the Realm of Comprehension, and it is also the place where the barrier that seals the Demon Realm first leaked.

"...I feel a contradictory feeling from him. He is obviously as fragile as a piece of porcelain, fragile, fragile, but full of resilience, like an orchid rooted on a cliff, precarious. Yet so beautiful."

Mozun Sangluo looked at me suddenly, "Xiao Wanwan, do you know what I was thinking when I saw him for the first time?"

"I'm thinking maybe I fell in love with him at first sight."

"It was love at first sight for a succubus who was already married."

"Is he beautiful?" Demon Lord Sangluo has lived for thousands of years, and has seen many beauties. It must be such a beauty to make him fall in love at first sight.

I also had a little understanding of the succubus race before.

One is that both men and women of the succubus clan are attractive, and the other is that both men and women have a physique that is fertile.

Sangluo Mozun pondered for a moment, as if recalling.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth: "How should I put it, maybe Xi Shi is in the eye of the beholder, I think he is good everywhere, as long as he has seen him and been with him, no one can not be tempted by him... "

I was a little bit unwilling to lose to another Xie Wan, but through the words of Xie Wan described by Sangluo Mozun, I pieced together another image of Xie Wan.

His body may be weak, but his heart is strong.

Although he has experienced so many setbacks and tribulations, he firmly grasps every opportunity to change his situation.

He is kind and gentle, and his attitude towards life is always positive...

I am indeed inferior to him.

Sang Luo seemed to sigh slightly.

"...After I lost him completely, I realized that I love him far more than I thought."

Maybe it was that time when Demon Lord Sangluo woke up and realized that he had made a slip of the tongue after drinking. After that time, Demon Lord Sangluo didn't come to drink with me again.

Without the pastime of drinking, I focused on Cang Yu's disciple who participated in the exchange meeting.

In order not to let myself be idle, I either point out this junior's swordsmanship every day, or pull some junior to teach him. At a glance, the training ground is full of Cang Yu disciples who have been exhausted from my cao training. .

Sweat was like a stream, flowing from the depression formed by the muscles and tendons. I wiped the sweat that flowed to the collarbone, and kicked the junior brother who fell to the ground and refused to get up: "Get up."

"Brother Xie, please forgive me, I really can't get up." As he said that, the younger brother was not afraid of the boiling water, so he dropped the spear in his hand and collapsed on the ground, unable to get up.

"Excellence." I snorted, looked around, raised my eyebrows and asked a junior brother who was sitting on the podium to rest, "Have you rested enough?"

The junior brother shook his head hastily, and a tall man of eight feet acted coquettishly: "No, no, thank you senior brother, my hand is about to break, please take it easy."

"Stop yelling at the innocent junior brother." Xu Fanglai seemed to be unable to see, and raised his voice: "If you want to fight, I will accompany you."

I always come and say: "Success, let's practice."

"Practice, practice."

……

In the blink of an eye, it was the day when the four-door exchange meeting officially opened.

Perhaps thanks to the blessings of that period of time, Cang Yu's disciples who participated in the exchange meeting basically got good results. Just among the top 39, there are [-] of them, and three of them are particularly competitive, rushing to the top ten.

The most up-to-date one was actually my third junior brother, he actually won the ringleader in the competition.

"You boy, you are a blockbuster." At the celebration banquet, Xu Fanglai patted Duan Feizhang's shoulder, as proud as an old father whose son had a promising future.

Both strength and luck are indispensable to participate in the competition of the exchange meeting.

For example, if you have strength but bad luck, you draw an opponent who is too much stronger than you at the beginning, and you are eliminated early before you can show your skills.

For another example, if a disciple with mediocre strength draws opponents of comparable strength at the beginning, and gradually advances to a few rounds, it will be easier to persist until the later stage, but the competition will come to an end if you persist in the later stage.

The later stage of the competition, the more difficult the remaining opponents are. In the face of absolute strength, luck is just a decoration on the icing on the cake.

Only the one who wins all the way to the end is the leader of the conference.

"Come on, respect our four firsts."

Xu Fang poured a full bowl of wine into Duan Feizhang's bowl.

Duan Feizhang blushed when he saw the bowl filled with wine by Xu Fanglai, "Senior Brother Xu, I don't know how to drink."

"How can a man not drink?" Xu Fanglai patted him on the shoulder disapprovingly, and touched his with a wine bowl, "Come on, just learn today."

Duan Feizhang backed away from the wine stuffed into his hand as if avoiding a scourge: "No way, brother Xu, I really don't know how to drink."

He can't drink, and can't.

The characteristic of Duan Feizhang's race is that once drunk, the aura in the body will lose control, not only unable to maintain the human form, but also easy to "lose everything".

I was lucky enough to see Junior Brother Duan once drunk——

The facial features collapsed like melting candles, the nose ran above the eyes, the mouth ran below the eyebrows, the limbs seemed to have no bones, limp and drooping like noodles...

In just a moment, the whole monster turned into a puddle of muddy monster with facial features and no fixed shape.

Even I, who is also a member of the demon clan, could not help but feel my scalp go numb with fright at a glance, and secretly cursed "Damn".

And his situation will continue until he completely expels the alcohol from his body.

The length of time is not fixed, and the light must not be seen during the period, otherwise, he will change from a puddle of soft and sticky mud to a hard black mud that will fall off when touched.

That scene really challenged the heart of the audience around it.

From then on, I never dared to encourage Junior Brother Duan to drink alcohol.

In order to avoid the nightmares of the younger brothers and sisters present at night, I stepped forward and stopped Xu Fanglai who was trying to persuade younger brother Duan to drink.

"He really doesn't know how to drink, Fangfang, don't make things difficult for him," I took the wine bowl from Junior Brother Duan and said to Xu Fang, "Come on, I'll drink with you."

"Brother..." Duan Feizhang was moved to tears.

I rubbed his dog's head, and my mouth was high-sounding. I couldn't tell that I was disgusted with the mess he might make after drinking, "Whoever said you are my junior brother, who else can I love if I don't love you."

Junior brother Duan was even more moved, holding my arm with tears in his eyes: "Senior brother! I will definitely be filial to you in the future!"

"Hahahahahaha!" Xu Fanglai was the first to burst out laughing, "Old man, hahaha, thank you, Wan, you are so interesting."

All the disciples also laughed.

Junior Brother Duan looked nervous, and hurriedly explained: "Brother, I really didn't mean to say that you are old."

Xu Fanglai on the side laughed even more happily.

I glared at him angrily, "You might as well not explain."

Junior Brother Duan pulled my sleeve, and the fierce man acted like a baby: "Senior Brother~"

Xu Fanglai laughed out of breath, "Junior Brother Duan, you haven't had a drink yet, why are you so drunk that you can't even speak clearly?"

"Go, go, go," I slammed Junior Brother Duan away impatiently, "You can't drink at the kid's table."

Xu Fanglai smiled slyly, "Yes, drink sweet soup with the brats."

Junior Brother Duan looked at the kids, the biggest of which was no higher than his thigh, and was dumbfounded.

The junior sister also made trouble with him, "Senior Brother Duan, why are you still standing there in a daze, come over quickly."

Seeing them laughing and making trouble, a thought came to my mind.

It's fine as it is now.

Heartbroken and heartbroken.

In the end, everything returned to normal.

Good.

Sangluo Mozun proposed his farewell after the exchange meeting of the four sects. For Sangluo Mozun's departure, not only Xu Fanglai and the disciples in the sect were very reluctant, but even I was also very reluctant.

I tried to persuade him to stay: "Mozun Sangluo, please stay a little longer."

Demon Lord Sang Luo smiled and declined politely, he said that he had stayed in Cang Yu for too long, and there were still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with in the Demon Palace, so he would not stay any longer.

Saying goodbye to Demon Lord Sangluo, Cang Yu returned to the rhythm of the past, and so did my life.

The ripples caused by Luo Wuchen and his son gradually faded away.

I never dreamed that I would see Luo Wuchen again.

The four-door exchange meeting was over, Demon Venerable Sang Luo said goodbye, and I spent another relatively leisurely life.

The Demon Sect is no more cumbersome than the Immortal Sect, and Cang Yu is even more so. Except for the procurement of the time and one place, there are rarely three or two sect affairs that need to be dealt with in a month, and the procurement is also handled by special disciples. When withdrawing the Lingshi, just approve the words.

I suddenly felt a little unaccustomed to being idle, and I just felt uncomfortable all over when I was doing nothing.

At this time, I realized that I rarely thought of Luo Wuchen and Little Chang'an anymore.

Even when I think of it by chance, there is no ripple in my heart.

After thinking about it, I wobbled to find Xu Fanglai, and I bumped into him packing his luggage.

"Fangfang, are you going out?" I said in a fuss.

Xu Fang came to pack his bags, and hummed a "huh" from his nose.

I suddenly felt that I was abandoned, and he would never tell me if he was going to go on a mission.

"What mission? Where are you going? I'll go too!"

"Are you really going?" Xu Fanglai asked me with a delicate expression.

His attitude is weird.

A bad premonition rose in my heart, and I was about to change my mind, when Xu Fanglai seemed to predict my thoughts and said, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't dare to go."

Who am I, how can I be subjected to his aggressive methods.

"There's no place in the world that I'm afraid to go." I let go, "No matter where it is, I'm determined to go."

"You all heard it." Xu Fanglai smiled slyly, and shouted to the juniors outside the door.

I thought to myself: This time, I'm afraid I'm on a pirate ship.

"Where are you going?"

"The underground palace that hides the sun."

The Sun-Blanking Underground Palace is a relic left by a powerful demon ten thousand years ago. Almost all of it has been looted in ten thousand years. Now it is basically used to train the courage of young demon disciples.

Because there, haunted.

And what I'm most afraid of are ghosts.

I'm afraid of ghosts, but I have better face.

Now that we have boasted to Haikou, we have to make a breakthrough in the dragon's pond and tiger's den.

In a few days...

The periphery of the underground palace can no longer satisfy the group of kids I brought.

"Brother Xie, shall we go deeper?"

I was about to agree when a loud noise exploded in my ear.

Accompanied by the loud noise, the entire underground palace was shaken.

My heart was beating wildly, I stabilized my body in the huge earthquake, turned my head and yelled at Cangyu disciple who was about to go deep into the underground palace: "Quickly get out! Quickly—"