Moonlit Chang'an, Third Protector of the Demon Palace Yue Zhinv appeared, dressed in a simple and elegant long dress, with an extraordinary temperament. It was impossible to tell that they were from the demon clan.
On the high platform, Hongluan stopped playing the piano with both hands, stepped down, bowed gracefully, and said, "Girl, please follow me."
"Working hard"
Yue Zhinv said politely.
The two went upstairs. In front of the bright room on the second floor, Hongluan raised his hand and knocked on the door, waiting for a response.
"Come in"
In the room, the voice of Moonlit Tower Master came out and responded.
Hongluan opened the door, stepped inside, and said softly, "Master, the guests have arrived."
"Got it"
Moonlit Tower Master put down the flower scissors in his hand and said, "Go down and prepare some tea."
"Yes"
Hongluan responded lightly, turned around and retreated.
"Third Protector of the Demon Palace Yue Zhinv, meet the original poster." Yue Zhinv leaned forward and said politely.
"Miss Yue, there is no need to be polite, please sit down," Moonlit Tower Master said with a smile.
"Thank you"
Yue Zhinv stood up, walked to the table and sat down.
Moonlit Tower Master walked to the wooden basin nearby and washed his hands, dried them with a white towel, and came to sit down at the table. He said with a smile, "This is Miss Yue's first time coming to Xiaoyue Tower, how do you feel?"
"Elegant and chic," Yue Zhinv said softly.
"Heh"
Moonlit Tower Master chuckled and said, "It's an honor to be praised so highly by Miss Yue. This is the first time someone has praised Xiaoyue Tower like this!"
"Oh? Has anyone given other comments?" Yue Zhinv asked calmly.
"A hundred years ago, a little girl who called the owner of this building a black-hearted businessman said that the decoration of Xiaoyue Building was like a nouveau riche." Moonlit Tower Master laughed.
"Nouveau riche?"
The first time I heard such a description, a strange color flashed in Yue Zhinv's eyes, and he asked, "Not many people can meet the original poster. I wonder who this little girl is?"
"Ninth Son of Ink Sect's disciple" Moonlit Tower Master said with a smile.
Yue Zhinv heard this and narrowed his eyes slightly. This Moonlit Tower Master had something in his words.
The atmosphere in the room became quiet. At this time, Hongluan opened the door and walked into the room, served tea to the two of them, and then left again.
"Is your sect's Holy Master okay?" Moonlit Tower Master suddenly asked.
Yue Zhinv was startled, but quickly recovered and said calmly, "Everything is well, Shengsi. Thank you for your concern, sir!"
"That's good. I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. I miss you so much."
Moonlit Tower Master picked up the tea in front of him, took a sip and said calmly.
"It turns out that the original poster and Shengsi are old acquaintances. I'm sorry. If that's the case, then the next thing will be easier to discuss."
Yue Zhinv showed an extremely indifferent smile on her beautiful face and said, "My Demon Palace wants to invite the Pavilion Master to become the Demon Palace's Guest Elder. What do you think?"
"Oh?"
Moonlit Tower Master smiled slightly and said, "There are so many masters of the Demon Palace, such as Wen Yousheng Si, Wu You Demon Lord and the four guardians below, why do you still invite me?"
"Those who seek the world, how can they dislike too many great talents? Everyone in the Demon Palace has heard of the poster's reputation. Even Demon Lord admires the poster very much and specially ordered me to come and invite him." Yue Zhinv said softly.
"The Lord of the Demon Palace shouldn't be out of seclusion yet, right?" Moonlit Tower Master raised his head and said calmly.
Yue Zhinv narrowed his eyes and said, "The host seems to know a lot about the affairs of my Demon Palace."
"That's not true, it's just that"
Moonlit Tower Master turned the tea cup in his hand and said calmly, "For a strong man like Demon Lord, every move will be engraved by heaven and earth. It just so happens that this poster knows some methods of deducing the secrets of heaven, so I learned that Demon Lord has not yet left seclusion."
Yue Zhinv fell silent. After a moment, he changed the subject and said, "Owner, you haven't answered my question yet. The Demon Palace sincerely invites you. I hope you can seriously consider it."
Moonlit Tower Master smiled faintly and said, "If it's not that I don't want to agree, I really don't dare to nod. The existence of demons cannot be tolerated by the world. I am not confident enough to fight against the world."
"If you enter the devil's palace, why do you need to be afraid of this world?"
Yue Zhinv said lightly, "Now, Mingdian, Sword Pavilion, Heaven-Mending Pavilion and the Ji family have all suffered damage to varying degrees, Bai Family has been unable to stand still, and Daoist Sect was destroyed by my Demon Palace tens of thousands of years ago. The remaining fighting strength of the eleven lineages of the past has been reduced to a handful. Master, do you think there is anyone who can stop my Demon Palace now?"
"Your sect, the Holy Master, is really talented and surpasses others. In less than three years, he has caused damage to several great disciples one after another. I have to express my admiration for you!" Moonlit Tower Master said with emotion on his face. "The poster seems to have something in his words." Yue Zhinv picked up the tea, took a sip, and said.
"Three years ago, Mingdian, Sword Pavilion, Heaven-Mending Pavilion and the Ji family were all unscathed. Ever since the conflict between the Ji family and King Qi began due to the death of Grand Priest of Northern Qi "Several major inheritances have had troubles one after another, and Ninth Son of Ink Sect is one of the most important ones. It seems like a coincidence, but in fact there is someone behind it, and this person is undoubtedly the Holy Master of your sect!" Moonlit Tower Master said calmly.
"Now that the poster has seen it, I won't hide anything. My Demon Palace has indeed cleared some obstacles with the help of this son. This son's strength and fate are different from ordinary people. When Grand Priest of Northern Qi was killed, Ninth Son of Ink Sect reappeared in the world, and the Holy Master began to really promote the plan of the Demon Palace to come back."
Yue Zhinv put down the tea and said calmly, "However, my Demon Palace didn't do much, it just helped this kid when he needed to improve his strength."
"The wise ones add fuel to the flames, the wise ones make success step by step."
Moonlit Tower Master said slowly, "Your teaching is a great talent, and I am ashamed of myself!"
"The host is too modest"
Yue Zhinv looked in front of him and said seriously, "What do you think about it, the poster? As long as the poster nods, from now on, the poster will be Guest Elder of my Demon Palace, one person is inferior, and tens of thousands of people are superior!"
"Sounds really tempting."
The smile on Moonlit Tower Master's face became clearer and clearer, and the tea cup in his right hand rotated in circles, making it difficult to understand his heart.
While the two were talking, White Emperor Star, Phoenix Cry City, the sun set in the west and a cold moon rose. In the palace courtyard, a figure in plain clothes stood quietly, with a head of white hair flying in the wind, so dazzling.
Gradually, frost fell from the sky, falling bit by bit in the courtyard. Under the moon, Destiny Sword appeared, and the fractures sealed by the frost were faintly visible.
Zhi Ming came out, and the pressure of the sword swept across the heaven and earth. Although the sword was broken, the spirituality was not lost. Fate-Binding Sword was beyond ordinary divine weapons. The swords of men and women breathed the same breath. They were both prosperous and devastated.
The next moment, Ning Chen held the sword and moved, diffuse Heavenly Sword light came out in all directions, plain clothes, white hair, cold frost, broken sword!
After learning swordsmanship for a hundred years, he has experienced three disasters and five tribulations, cut off love, possessed demons, and saved sentient beings. Once he became an immortal, he was invincible in the world!
In front of the king's palace, a beautiful figure looked quietly in the direction of the other courtyard, her eyes as calm as autumn water. After a moment, Feng Ming unsheathed her sword, and the people followed.
The two swords are intertwined, Frost Bloom is flying, the most beautiful martial arts in the world are clashing, people are dancing in the wind, the swords are singing in the snow, one sound after another...