That's What Villains Are Like

"Sure enough, women are all doing this..."

"Play hard to get, use force and softness at the same time, it is useful at any time."

After Jiang Lan left the main hall, he was blown away by the slightly cold night wind, and his slight sleepiness immediately dissipated a lot.

He looked at the situation of the Luck Dao Fruit and showed an expected expression.

Sure enough, as he thought, not only did it not have the opposite effect, but he gained a lot of luck.

Su Qinghan is an arrogant and strong-willed woman.

If you want her to be attentive and obedient, ordinary methods will not work.

The easiest and most direct way is to first let her understand her situation and status, and create a sense of awe and admiration for her.

Therefore, she must first understand the truth that no matter how strong, steady, calm and intelligent she is, she is still just a woman in front of herself.

Although it sounds a bit immoral, Jiang Lan is not a good person, so there is no psychological burden.

Jiang Lan could still tell the difference between simply getting a heroine who respected and feared him, or getting a heroine who was obedient and obedient and could help him solve his problems in the future. As for the luck he got, that was secondary.

However, Su Qinghan's performance tonight still surprised him. In his expectation, she was unlikely to reveal her feelings like this.

"Unexpected, but it seems reasonable."

"However, put Su Qinghan's matter aside."

"We should also consider the matter of the Immortal Fetal Creation Dew..."

"Before that, we must first condense the soul and raise the cultivation level to the Four Realms of Illuminating Netherworld."

Jiang Lan's figure moved slightly, and then disappeared outside the dormitory like a line of blue smoke.

The stars and moon are dim, and dark clouds are gathering.

In the void, a bloody glow flashed across, and when Jiang Lan reappeared, he was already on a barren mountain outside Yuyi City.

He made sure that there was no one around, and then he casually hit a few restraints. The halo of blood evaporated, completely covering his figure.

The techniques in the Bloody Forbidden Code are all from the underworld, and the visions are astonishing.

And if he wants to condense his soul, it will inevitably cause a huge momentum. If he practices in the city lord's palace, people will notice the abnormality immediately.

Although Jiang Lan was not worried about the consequences, to be on the safe side, it was naturally better to stay as far away from people as possible.

"The inheritance of the Blood Immortal Sect has a very mysterious origin in my memory."

"Even the ancestor of the Blood Immortal who created the Blood Immortal Sect doesn't know where this inheritance comes from. It seems to be related to the outside world. In the original plot, it is also a mysterious existence."

"However, this idea of ​​the White Bone Concept comes from an ancient existence called the Great Sage of White Bones. He can use the power of Qi and blood to temper the soul. The body will be immortal and the soul will last forever. It suits me very well..."

Jiang Lan's mind moved slightly.

In an instant, an obscure, mysterious, profound and ancient syllable appeared in his mind like a chant.

Faintly, he seemed to see an endless Taoist temple with hundreds of millions of believers. Everyone was kowtowing and worshiping, chanting ancient sacrificial sounds and world sounds. Infinite light burst out, reflecting the heavens.

Deep in the dojo, there is an endless wilderness filled with miasma, and a Taoist temple stands in the middle.

Outside the Taoist temple, demons danced wildly and ferocious beasts roamed freely.

The master of the Taoist temple is a Taoist who cannot see his facial features clearly. He sits here all day long, chanting ancient scriptures and sending away the souls of the dead.

Endless years have passed, and he has remained unchanged forever, sitting and observing the eternity, overlooking the vicissitudes of life.

Until one day, a strong aura of time appeared on his body, and his body began to decay and grow old. The aura of death filled the air, infecting the entire wilderness and spreading to the endless dojo...

The world seems to be beginning to wither.

"The old saint is dead."

"A new saint shall be established."

After an unknown amount of time, the Taoist's body dissipated, leaving a white skeleton that was as white as new, with both aura of holiness and destruction, sitting there cross-legged, looking down at all living beings with compassion and indifference.

Jiang Lan felt like he had become the white-bone Taoist at this moment.

In his eyes, the world of mortals, ordinary cause and effect, the six desires and heavenly ways, and the past reincarnations have all turned into clouds and bubbles, which can burst with a single poke.

"All living beings are like me, all white bones..."

In the deep and dark Niwan Palace, a ray of light emerged, and then the luck surged, making a rumbling sound, as if the world was created out of chaos.

Then, the dim light spread, illuminating a square inch area.

A majestic and magnificent ancient Taoist temple rises from the ground, filled with the atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes.

A little man with a vague face who looked exactly like Jiang Lan sat cross-legged in the Taoist temple, his eyes indifferent, without any desire or ruthlessness.

"Zhaoyou has been completed, and the Soul Palace has appeared..."

"The next step is to strengthen the soul."

Jiang Lan thought.

Threads of blood-colored mist were steaming around him. The spirit villain looked indifferent, opened his mouth and sucked in, and suddenly gathered like a whirlpool.

The originally quiet barren mountain suddenly became deathly silent. Everything was silent and all the beasts were trembling.

All living beings felt boundless fear and awe in their hearts, as if there was an eternal evil sitting on top of the mountain.

The night sky that was originally full of stars seemed to have become gloomy and dark, and large swathes of dark clouds came and blocked the moonlight.

If someone were to fly over this barren mountain at this moment, they would be able to see a faint bloody glow, penetrating the sky and connecting to the star field, which is extremely frightening.

…

As soon as it got dark, Su Qinghan was awakened by the knocking on the door of several maids outside the palace.

She rubbed her slightly confused eyes and then came back to her senses. She looked at the somewhat messy bed and the obvious fallen plum blossoms, and was stunned for a moment.

The scenes from last night suddenly flashed through my mind like water.

A hint of color appeared on Su Qinghan's fair face.

"Miss Su, we are here to help you bathe and change clothes. The hot water is ready."

A wooden barrel half a person's height was carried in by several maids. The steam was steaming in it, petals were scattered, and the fragrance was filled with fragrance.

"No, you all go down, I will do it myself."

Su Qinghan stood up from the bed, looked at the broken black gauze skirt thrown on the ground, pursed her red lips, and bursts of complex emotions appeared in her clear eyes.

"Miss Su, you have just accepted the favor. Your body is delicate and it is difficult for you to move. It is better for us to serve you."

Upon seeing this, several maids hurriedly came forward to help her, but when they saw that Su Qinghan only took a few uncomfortable steps, and then moved freely, they were all stunned for a moment, and then they were filled with admiration.

"Miss Su is really amazing. She is indeed a beautiful girl of heaven who has accomplished a lot in spiritual practice..."

"We are also worried about you, so we specially prepared a lot of painkillers for your injuries, in case you won't be able to get out of bed today."

At this time, one of the maids, holding a bowl of Bizi soup in her hand, stepped forward and said,

"Miss Su, the sword-wielding master next to Young Master Jiang specially ordered us to prepare this, and also asked us to watch you take it with our own eyes..."

When Su Qinghan heard the words, she glanced at it and knew what it was. She pursed her red lips tightly and said nothing. She picked up the soup, raised her slender white neck, and drank it all with a gulp.

"You guys go down, I can be alone."

She said calmly, and then slowly walked into the tub, letting her body be slowly submerged by the flying petals.

Su Qinghan gently closed his eyes.

The scenes from last night were like a revolving lantern, flashing back and forth in her mind. The more she tried to avoid them, the clearer the scenes became.

Even every word she said last night, every cry she made, is still fresh in my memory.

At this moment, she just wanted to find a hole in the ground, burrow down hard, and forget all those terrible memories.

It was clearly Jiang Lan who forced her to take her as his concubine, but why did she feel so flustered, uneasy, and even scared at that time, and then she cried for the first time, revealing her feelings during this period, and then became confused? Confusedly...

She felt like she was really cheap.

"Is it possible that, as the outside world says, I am a snake-scorpion woman who is greedy for power and clings to dragons and phoenixes..."

…

After bathing and fully dressed, when Su Qinghan saw Jiang Lan again, he was sipping tea in the pavilion. His white clothes were whiter than snow, and he was spotless.

On the handsome and noble face, his eyes were narrowed slightly, and his fingers were tapping the jade table lightly, showing a leisurely look.

In front of them were a group of oirans who sang and danced softly and had charming postures. They were all beautiful, with snow-skinned skin and frosty skin, looming.

In the pavilion on the side, the mist is floating, and several Qinghuan people are playing strings and playing, and the Qing songs are melodious and melodious.

There are also several beautiful and graceful figures in gauze-like dresses. They are squeezing their shoulders and beating their legs beside Jiang Lan. Their beautiful eyes are moving, and the waves are flowing and charming. It is not difficult to guess what their purpose is.

"Qinghan is awake? Why don't you take a good rest?"

"Go prepare a bowl of lotus seed soup."

Jiang Lan noticed Su Qinghan approaching, smiled slightly, gave an order, and then stretched out his hand to signal her to come over.

"Master..."

Su Qinghan hesitated for a moment. Seeing that Jiang Lan's face could not see the indifference from last night, she bowed, walked over, and sat down beside him.

"It didn't leave any mark."

"It won't look good if you leave it."

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Lan glanced at her flawless white chin before smiling casually.

"My body is fine and I don't feel any discomfort."

At this moment, Su Qinghan could no longer tell which of his words was the truth and which was a lie.

Although Jiang Lan would talk to her like this before, there was not much warmth or smile in his eyes.

Now, there is still some real gentleness and smile in his eyes.

"Young Master, Qinghan realizes that he was wrong. What happened last night was caused by Qinghan's overstepping. He did not deliberately test the Young Master."

Su Qinghan thought for a while, licked her delicate and moist red lips, and admitted her mistake in a low voice.

"It's just a small thing, why do you care so much about it?"

"In front of me, you don't need to be so careful. Just be as usual. It's just that there are some things you'd better not ask too many questions."

"It's a good thing for a woman to be smart, but sometimes it's bad if she's too smart."

Jiang Lan still smiled, with gentle eyes and a gentle voice. He stretched out his hand to tuck the black hair that fell by her ears.

Su Qinghan was startled, looking at his handsome face in front of him, and felt that his heart seemed to tremble slightly at this moment.

At the same time, some scenes from last night came to mind.

Her face flushed slightly.

If you put aside the rumors and rumors from the outside world.

The young master Jiang in front of him has unfathomable strength, a powerful background, a prominent family background, outstanding appearance, and a wealth of beauty. Being able to marry him as a concubine is something that many beautiful girls in heaven have dreamed of.

She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Jiang Lan's palm next to her ear, but she saw that Jiang Lan seemed to smile, stretched his hand back, and then lightly patted the sleeves of her robe. Seeing this, the woman beside her said, He quickly took out a clean embroidered handkerchief and wiped his palms.

"I plan to leave Yuyi City today. Qinghan, do you have anything else to explain to your family?" Jiang Lan asked.

Su Qinghan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head slightly and said, "Qinghan should follow the young master, and he only needs to explain to the family."

Her younger sister, Su Qingyao, has gone to school to practice and is not expected to come back soon.

Apart from her parents, there was actually nothing worthy of her nostalgia in her family.

"As for the Dao Cang Sword Sect, I have already told someone that you don't have to rush to register as a member of the sect. After you return to the imperial capital of Jingyang City and meet the elders, I will personally send you there." Jiang Lan nodded slightly. .

"Qinghan will obey Young Master's arrangements in everything." Su Qinghan said happily.

After saying that, she hesitated to speak, as if she had a lot to say to Jiang Lan.

However, Jiang Lan was already teasing some women around him.

They giggled, their faces were flushed, their eyes were watery, and they wanted to cling to him tightly.

Su Qinghan could be taken into Mr. Jiang's room, and they were pretty, so why didn't they have a chance?

Seeing this scene, Su Qinghan pursed her red lips, squeezed the corners of her skirt tightly with her bare hands, and then gently let go. She felt an inexplicable irritation in her heart, and could only leave without interest.

…

Jiang Lan didn't pay much attention to Su Qinghan. At this moment, he was actually thinking about his next move.

"The clues to the Immortal's Creation are in Nantai County. It won't take long to get to Nantai County from Jiangling County."

"But although I know the location of the Immortal Creation Dew, I still have to spend a lot of effort to get the token."

In the original plot, a few months later, an amazing phenomenon will appear on Zixia Mountain in Nantai County.

The purple clouds spread for thousands of miles, alarming all the sects and families and sending many young people to explore.

Daxia will also send Supervisor Tiansi and Zhenxian Si to investigate.

Later, the cave of Zhenjun Zixia appeared, causing various forces to compete for it.

True Lord Zixia is a powerful monk from ancient times. He practices ancient magic, eats haze, and swallows the sun and moon. His strength is unfathomable.

He once practiced in Zixia Mountain and caused astonishing celestial phenomena. It was suspected that the sun soared up and lifted the clouds thousands of miles away.

Later generations named the local mountain range Zixia Mountain.

However, Jiang Lan, who is familiar with the plot, knows that the cave mansion left by Zhenjun Zixia is actually divided into two parts: the Ming Palace and the Dark Palace.

The cave that appeared this time was only the Ming Mansion, and some of the treasures left behind by Zhenjun Zixia were left in it.

The true inheritance of Zhenjun Zixia, as well as the Immortal Creation Dew, which can be said to be a god-defying god that can change one's destiny, are all left in the dark palace.

Only those who hold its tokens can enter the dark palace and obtain its inheritance and creation.

The token left by True Lord Zixia was given to his original benefactor and has now been passed down to his descendants.

…

"Master..."

And at the same time.

After leaving the City Lord's Mansion, Su Qinghan, who was on his way back to the Su Mansion to bid farewell, looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him with a look of astonishment on his face.

It was a woman with a cold expression, who did not eat fireworks or smells. She had green silk tied up in a jade crown, with a simple wooden hairpin inserted diagonally. She was wearing a large gray robe, but she could not hide her proud plumpness. figure.

There seemed to be spiritual mist lingering around him, like smoke and rain, and it was misty. His face seemed to be obscured by the mist, making it difficult to see clearly. Only a pair of eyes were extremely clear.

She stood in front of the crowded arch bridge, but no one could notice her.

After Su Qinghan approached, he finally confirmed that the person coming was his master, Zhenren Yuqing, an elder of the Daocang Sword Sect.

On that face as fair and delicate as jade, with a shining white luster, there is almost no trace of time. If she is Su Qinghan's sister, no one will be surprised.

"Master, why are you here?"

Her face suddenly showed admiration and respect.

"Come see you."

Master Yuqing's words were concise and concise. His cold eyes swept across Su Qinghan's body, and then he seemed to notice something and frowned.

It was as if a severe cold had fallen between heaven and earth, and the temperature suddenly dropped a lot.

"Master?" Su Qinghan was a little confused.

Master Yuqing calmed down his expression and sighed softly.

If we say that Su Qinghan's coldness is a kind of pride and self-confidence, he is self-admiring.

Her coldness is a kind of non-humanity that does not take the worldly things into consideration, which is detached and ethereal.