I'm a demon cultivator

"Here, this is the backup for that psychic weapon. Probably for every ten diaries written by Taoist Fellow Tan, one will appear on your side."

Mr. Jian took out something like a dressing mirror and handed it to Dong Dong.

However, when the little girl heard about this function, she immediately felt a little disgusted: "Why is it so useless? Is this what Chunyangzi's Fengshan masterpiece looks like?"

"Please, the psychic magic weapon is in someone else's hands. If you want to completely hide it from the other party, this is the only way. Don't treat people like fools who won't find out, okay?" Mr. Jian rolled his eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work, uncle." Dong Dong said perfunctorily with a small face.

"I'm not working hard. I just went to my father's treasure house and charged the account to you." Mr. Jian waved his hand and said grandly.

Dongdong glanced at him sideways, and then said with an expressionless face: "Then I'll go thank Chunyangzi."

"That's not necessary. Brother Chunyang has gone into seclusion. In the past few years, he has not wanted to see anyone. Even just in case, he asked someone to send his enemy's children to Qitian I'm going to do some work, so Dong Chuang can help him block the two swords after the incident." Mr. Jian said with a smile.

"So afraid of death?" Dong Dong blinked, and there was a hint of surprise in his water-cut apricot eyes.

"Because he also feels that there is a high probability that Fellow Taoist Tan will marry my Dong family..."

Clang!

The terrifying sword energy instantly rolled back, directly dimming the sunlight in this world.

"Stop it, you demon cultivator!" Mr. Jian ran away.

"I am a sword cultivator!" The expressionless little girl emphasized herself while cutting.

…

Luozhou, Qitian Pavilion.

In the Taoist General's Hall.

Tan Shuchang couldn't help but smile with joy, because he finally cultivated spirituality in the psychic weapon. For a moment, this magic weapon flew up on its own like a psychic treasure, and then trembled slightly in front of Tan Shuchang.

This is in response to Tan Shuchang's joy.

Seeing this, Tan Shuchang couldn't help but feel happy, and he was about to write a diary immediately. But at this time, he felt someone coming towards him, so he put away the magic weapon.

Not long after, there was a voice outside the palace: "The Secret Code of Swordsmanship is about to be held. Sir Dao General, please make preparations and rush to the Sword Tower in three days to preside over all matters of the Secret Code."

"Ask the secret book of swords?"

Tan Shuchang was surprised, and then he responded casually: "I understand, you can reassure the pavilion masters that there will never be any mistakes, let alone live up to the Lord's grace."

Although Tan Shuchang had never participated in this secret book, he was not unfamiliar with it because it was one of the major events in the Jiawu Realm of Immortal Cultivation.

However, this grand event is only suitable for sword cultivators.

At the beginning, the Secret Sword Questioning Code was not limited to sword cultivators. Anyone who was a monk could join in the fun. It's just that after going there, it's easy for the sword cultivator to find a reason to hack him to death. So over time, an unwritten rule was formed. This is a grand event that only sword cultivators can participate in.

Regardless of good or evil, regardless of origin, as long as you are a swordsman!

And every session of the Secret Sword Questioning Code is also in charge of the Sword Appraisal Dao General of Qitian Pavilion. However, although he is said to be responsible, in fact the Taoist general's role is to open the seal of the sword tower with the key given by the court.

Then……

Then naturally, stand aside and don't interfere with the sword cultivators.

As for the talk about presiding over the matter, it was just the imperial court trying to put some money on its face to make it less unpleasant to hear.

Therefore, Tan Shuchang did not take this matter to heart.

After all, what's so hard about opening a door?

Then he continued what he had not finished before. He took out the note-taking instrument and stared at it. As the thoughts in his heart fluctuated, the words Tan Shuchang wanted appeared on it.

Tan Shuchang has been practicing for four years, on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month.

People should read more. If they don’t know how to read, they should just read whatever the wind blows.

Because I’ve been cultivating my spirituality these past few days, I really don’t have much to write about, so I’ll just keep it simple.

Then, Tan Shuchang, who had put away the magic weapon, was about to practice, but at this moment, a cold voice that could not tell whether it was a man or a woman suddenly appeared in his ear: "Player Tan Shuchang refused to complete the task of becoming a king. Now, now Punish Tan Shuchang, return the player level to Ding Jiu, and deprive him of all the power gained from the weird game! "

"Start testing the strange game power obtained by player Tan Shuchang..."

"Under detection..."

"Undetectable..."

"???"

"Player Tan Shuchang, who survived the weird game dungeon purely by relying on his horoscopes, can be listed on the weird game list."

"Punishment Transformation——"

"The player Tan Shuchang is punished to guard the inanimate prison for three days. If he does not die for three days, there will be no more punishment for the player Tan Shuchang, and the position of the city lord will remain unchanged, and the city lord's authority will be increased."

Tan Shuchang could not help but remain silent: "..."

Can you survive the dungeon with a strong character?

Why doesn't this weird game look like it's alive?

At this time, the environment around him had also completed its transformation. He was no longer in the Taoist General Hall of Qitian Pavilion. The place he was at now was a dark red with no end as far as the eye could see.

Stab! Stab!

As the sound of something being dragged came, a door suddenly opened in the dark red.

This door is just an ordinary door.

Nothing special.

But behind this door, stood a little girl.

The little girl looked weak and frail, wearing a long red dress. She looked at Tan Shuchang and suddenly showed a sweet smile on her face. Then she asked sweetly, "Big brother, are you here to play with me?"

"Yes, yes!"

Tan Shuchang nodded repeatedly, and then he walked into the door quickly.

"Big brother, you just came in like this? But mom said that no one can come in here casually! So big brother, you have to accept the punishment!" The little girl saw Tan Shuchang coming in like this, and her smile became even sweeter.

And Tan Shuchang also laughed: "I'm not in a hurry to punish you. I don't worry about too many debts. I have another punishment to accept. So, little sister, let me take you to a good place first!"

After saying this, he stretched out his hand.

The five slender fingers as white as jade were now glowing with blood with a little golden light, and then the little girl who was still smiling sweetly suddenly showed a look of fear.

"Big brother, we are family..." the little girl shouted hurriedly.

But Tan Shuchang didn't care about that. He folded the female ghost in half and stuffed it into his sleeve.

It's already delivered to the door, so it's a waste not to take it.

After putting away the female ghost, Tan Shuchang looked around.

This place was still dark red, but unlike what he saw outside the door, there was a road here, so Tan Shuchang walked along this road, and soon he saw a man with a black body and a cold face.

"New guard? Then come with me?" The man said hoarsely.

"No, no, although this is my first time here, I feel quite familiar with this place." Tan Shuchang said this, and he stretched out his hand again.

He folded the male ghost in half and folded it in half at a very fast speed.

Then, after collecting the second ghost, Tan Shuchang could not help but say with emotion: "It turns out that I have inherited the mantle of my mentor and treat men and women equally. I think if my mentor could see this scene in the underworld, he would know what is good and what is bad and rest in peace."