Be a demon GL

Chapter 57

Immortal Yuxi came to see her off in person, and Xun Lian walked beside Xia Youchu holding Xia Youchu's long sword. He lowered his head and said nothing, his face full of displeasure.

Xia Youchu held Xun Lian's hand hidden in his wide sleeves, and the two walked in silence, but Immortal Yuxi kept making noise.

"Be careful in everything you do when you go down. It's best to hide your identity as a sword cultivator." He murmured in Xia Youchu's ear: "Remember to come back early, my magic talisman has been very difficult to learn recently."

Xun Lian got tired of hearing it, and retorted dissatisfiedly: "Then you still let senior sister go down to the realm?"

As soon as Immortal Yuxi closed his voice, he scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Well, it's the turn of the line to go to the lower realm, isn't it just the turn?"

Xun Lian couldn't even roll his eyes anymore, he took Xia Youchu's hand and walked forward a few steps, leaving Immortal Yuxi behind him.

Xia Youchu looked at the angry Xun Lian, feeling satisfied and distressed in his heart.

"You have to be obedient by yourself. I have already discussed with Xianzun. You can go to the study room to get books at any time."

Xun Lian didn't know if he listened, but with her head buried low, she said coquettishly, "I want to accompany you too."

Xia Youchu said: "Don't mess around."

Xun Lian remained silent, and she handed the long sword to Xia Youchu.

"come back earlier."

Xia Youchu raised her hand and touched Xun Lian's head, if not for Yuxi Xianzun was still at the side, she really wanted to pull him into her arms.

"it is good."

Xun Lian watched Xia Youchu's back go further and further away, until he couldn't see it at all, and then looked back.

"Let's go, let's go back." Immortal Yuxi urged.

Xun Lian glanced at the old man unhappily, thinking that this was the mandarin duck-beating stick written in the book.

"Xianzun." Xun Lian looked at him and said, "How long do you plan to lock me up?"

Immortal Yuxi gave Xun Lian a strange look, and replied: "Didn't it be agreed at the beginning? When the disaster of the monster clan ends, you can go to the lower realm at any time."

When Xun Lian heard this, he felt his eyes darken. Is the disaster of the monster clan over?

When will this have to wait?

If she remembers correctly, the last battle between the Yaozu and the world of cultivating immortals lasted a full 1000 years.

Wouldn't she be imprisoned in this ghost place for 1000 years?

Immortal Yuxi looked at Xun Lian's look of lovelessness, and comforted him lightly: "That's not necessarily true, after all, your senior sister is here this time."

"She doesn't know what it is for, she has practiced so hard."

Xun Lian didn't want to delve into how much water these words contained.

Xun Lian didn't speak, but he began to miss Xia Youchu in his heart, but he had just left for a while, and there was still a month to go, so how should he live.

...

The situation in the lower realm was even worse than what Xia Youchu had imagined. Because of Yuxi's arrangement, disciples were constantly being sent to the lower realm, so new news kept coming.

But when Xia Youchu saw all of this in person, he felt it was extremely shocking.

She was sitting in a carriage, which was exactly the carriage of Xu Jingmo's flamboyant Qingcong Pegasus, and now it has become a special vehicle for Laishan disciples to go out.

The driver in front was Young Master Xu's servant, and flew towards the imperial capital of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Xia Youchu, as a sword cultivator, could have controlled the sword, but Immortal Yuxi told her that there are many more mortal monster races in the world today, and they are looting the spiritual energy fairy mountains and lone cultivators everywhere. .

If you meet someone with a low cultivation base, you can still fight, but if you meet a monster with a high cultivation base, you may even be able to chew your bones to pieces.

Xia Youchu, as one of the few sword cultivators left in the world of cultivating immortals, had to act cautiously.

The carriage from Laishan to the imperial capital is equivalent to running through the territory of the Great Yan Dynasty from south to north.

Naturally, the speed of the Pegasus Chariot traveling at full speed cannot compare with the speed when it arrived at Laishan, and it took only two days for this section of the journey.

The city wall of the imperial capital could already be seen from a distance, Xia Youchu looked around, his eyes fell on both sides of the official road.

Being so close to the Imperial City was no better place than the homeless people she had seen all over the South.

There are still hundreds of refugees gathered, wearing tattered cotton clothes and sleeping on the ground.All of them were sallow and thin, and some young children were also yellow from hunger.

Seeing Xia Youchu's carriage approaching, countless pairs of eyes focused on it.

This carriage belongs to the prodigal and fastidious Young Master Xu, and it is decorated with gorgeous and eye-catching decorations from the inside to the outside.

Because of this reason, Xia Youchu saw many such longing eyes along the way.

It's just that they are slightly different from the refugees in the southern cities. Those who gather outside the imperial city seem to be more difficult to provoke.

The wheels of the carriage ran over the official road, and there was a lot of hissing.

The boy driving the car outside was a little scared, and said in a trembling voice: "Miss Xia, look at this...what should I do in this situation?"

Xia Youchu said, "Hurry up and go."

The boy said dumbfoundedly: "We can't go anymore, our way is blocked by others."

Xia Youchu heard the words and opened the curtain in front of the car, only to see a wave of ragged refugees gathered on the road ahead at some point.

There were old people and children among those people, all of them were emaciated, and they were begging to the servants with rotten bowls in their hands.

"Good-hearted people, help me." An old woman kneeled in front of the carriage, bowed her hands and bowed her head, dragging her child.

The little servant turned his head to look at Xia Youchu in embarrassment and said, "Miss Xia, what should I do now?"

Xia Youchu also frowned, she was a monk, she had already fasted her grains, she didn't need to eat or drink at all, and she didn't have anything to eat or wear in the car.But the scene in front of him made it clear that he couldn't leave without giving things.

Xia Youchu had no choice but to get out of the car and helped the old woman up with her own hands.

"I'm sorry, old man, I don't have anything to eat in this car."

The old woman stared desperately into the carriage with her dim eyes, and when she heard Xia Youchu's words, her voice suddenly rose two tunes.

"Where's the money? No money?"

Xia Youchu frowned, before he understood, he let go of the old woman.

Whatever money she wants as a monk, she always has connections from the immortal sect wherever she goes, so she doesn't need money at all.

"No." Xia Youchu's voice couldn't help being a little colder.

Just looking down for a moment, I saw the child curled up beside the old woman's lap, and couldn't help but feel a little bit softer.

The old woman obviously didn't believe that the person in such a chariot was poor, she grabbed Xia Youchu with her thin hands, and howled like she was crying.

"God has no eyes, let the flood wash my house, how can I live without money and food!"

With a wave of Xia Youchu's long sleeves, a force knocked the old woman's hand away.

She is not a nice person, so there is no need to be polite to such a fool.

Unexpectedly, the old woman rolled to the ground with her strength, crying and making noises.

"Come here! You've killed someone! Miss Guan's family has killed someone!" The old woman grabbed Xia Youchu's clothes and wailed.

When she cried, the child beside her also cried.

This was a big deal, all the coveted refugees from the surrounding area rushed forward, blocking Xia Youchu and the carriage.

Seeing this, Xia Youchu frowned even more, kicked the old woman away, and the long sword at his waist flew out automatically.

The old woman rolled around twice and lay on the ground. She raised her neck and was about to continue crying, but Xia Youchu stopped her.

"To shut up!"

Xia Youchu looked around coldly, and said loudly, "I'm not an official lady, and I don't have food or coins in the car. If you offend me again, don't blame me for doing it."

How could the noisy refugees listen to Xia Youchu's words? In their view, Xia Youchu was just a thin and thin rich lady, even if she took a sword, she was just bluffing.

In the crowd, a tall young man with a stick was about to come forward to reason with the old woman.

"We clearly heard that person calling you Miss, but he just asked for a little charity from you. If you don't give it, how can you fight back?" It was a young man who spoke, and he looked much stronger than the old woman.

He pointed at the servant behind Xia Youchu with one hand and cursed loudly, clamoring that he was going to come up and drag Xia Youchu down.

Before he could get close, Xia Youchu's body suddenly surged with spiritual power, pushing the people around him several meters away.

"Have you said it all? If you get close to me, you will draw your sword." Xia Youchu said coldly.

This hand of hers made everyone confused, and she didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

Only the old woman fell to the ground and howled, and the child she brought also cried and crawled over and grabbed the old woman's clothes.

"It's unreasonable, the lady from the official family bullied me, an old woman." She was crying and crying.

Xia Youchu was thinking about how to get out with the carriage and the boy when he heard someone in the crowd shouting again.

"She's not an official lady, she's a monk!"

One word stirred up thousands of waves, and someone responded immediately.

"Yes! No wonder what trick she used just now!"

"The monks fight with us ordinary people?"

"Bah! What kind of monk, it's useless to fight against the demon clan, it's just a show of prestige in front of us."

Xia Youchu didn't expect that her status as a monk would arouse public anger even more than that of an official lady, so she couldn't help but clenched the long sword in her hand amidst the yelling and cursing.

The refugees became even more passionate. A skinny young man jumped out of nowhere, and jumped in front of Xia Youchu without fear of death. He pointed at her nose and asked loudly, "Why did you monks retreat without fighting?"

"The monster clan robbed our land and home, and made us homeless and wander around." The boy's eyes were burning, and his eyes were burning with raging anger.

Xia Youchu was overwhelmed by his emotions for a moment, and didn't know how to answer.

"Don't you claim to be immortals who save the world?" The boy's chest rose and fell, obviously very emotional.

"Why didn't you save us?"

"When the monster clan cannibalized people and set fire to them, where did you monks who usually take our offerings go!"

Xia Youchu involuntarily took a step back, his palms sweating.

The boy's words ignited the anger of the refugees, and Xia Youchu was drowned out by the overwhelming accusations and abuse.