I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 280: Baili Dongjun's Inner Demon, Lei Yunhe Defeats Again
"Senior, you have a keen eye. I aspire to become a swordsman like the Confucian Swordsman."

Sun Jinnian never expected that there would be a sudden turn of events. He nodded like a chick pecking at rice, his eyes full of fascination.

"Ambitious!"

Chu Zhao gave a thumbs up, then shook his head and smiled, "But, with just this, I'm afraid you won't be able to succeed. Xie Xuan and I are old friends. I know that he has loved books since he was young. Do you understand the weight of these three words?"

Sun Jinnian's whole body trembled violently. Loving to read and only loving books seem to be only one word different, but the meanings are worlds apart.

He took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Chu Zhao respectfully.

"The words of the seniors are very inspiring. I understand them."

"It's clear at once, not bad."

Chu Zhao nodded, looking at the little fanboy of Xie Xuan in front of him, and said leisurely: "Since ancient times, those who have achieved something cannot do without the word "concentration". You have to collect intelligence for Bai Xiaotang, study and learn, and make money to support yourself. It's really not the case that you can be focused.

In my opinion, although your talent is good, it is not one in a million.

There is no question of being able to multitask.

Many times, when dealing with people and doing things, you need to make trade-offs.

If you really want to become a sword immortal like Xie Xuan, you have to give up some things.

Otherwise, you are just a layman who makes a living by writing stories. Even if you write a book, you are still a layman.

Take my advice, it’s actually good to be an ordinary person.

There are many people in this world who want to be Xie Xuan, but there is only one Xie Xuan in the world."

Sun Jinnian remained silent for a long time. When he came to his senses, Chu Zhao had disappeared.

There was a lot of noise and bustle all around.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he was facing only Chu Zhao.

I am clearly here, but the people around me seem to not exist and the environment seems different.

"Silly boy, don't write this kind of thing again in the future, at least don't write about people you can't afford to offend.

I may not care, but there are many disciples in Wangcheng Mountain. If they knew, I’m afraid they wouldn’t be able to bear it.

If there is another big one and it spreads to the State of Chu, you might not be able to survive even if you have ten lives."

Sun Jinnian began to break out in cold sweat again, and he quickly bowed deeply in the direction of Wangcheng Mountain.

"Thank you for your teachings, Senior Chu. I will keep it in mind."

"You look good, so go to Yuelu City. But whether you can enter Yuelu Academy and become Xie Xuan's disciple depends on your ability."

Sun Jinnian probably didn't expect that he would have such an opportunity and was stunned for a moment.

Then, indescribable joy filled my whole body, so much joy that I was shaking all over.

He bowed again in the direction of Wangcheng Mountain: "Thank you, senior!"

On the mountain road.

Chu Zhao was walking slowly forward with Baili Dongjun.

"That young man is not bad, but Brother Xie probably doesn't think highly of him."

Chu Zhao nodded: "I know, although Xie Xuan will not accept him as a disciple, it is no problem for him to enter Yuelu Academy. That boy is a talent and suitable for diplomacy."

"Diplomacy?" Baili Dongjun looked puzzled.

Chu Zhao had no intention of explaining, and asked, "How did you fall to a lower realm?"

"When I was in the North, the immortal in heaven took advantage of me and brought out my inner demons."

“Inner demon?” Chu Zhao was stunned and asked in surprise: “You have this thing?!”

It's no wonder he was surprised. After all, in the original plot, Baili Dongjun developed a mental demon because he accidentally killed Yue Yao.

But because of the flap of his butterfly wings, the original plot had already changed.

As for Yueyao, Baili Dongjun just loves her but cannot get her.

Although unrequited love can also cause mental demons, but last time in Xueyue City, after Yueyao took the initiative to talk to Baili Dongjun, Baili Dongjun had clearly let it go.

Chu Zhao can say with certainty that Baili Dongjun will never develop any mental demons because of Yue Yao.

So the question is, what is Baili Dongjun’s inner demon?

Unexpectedly, it can make Baili Dongjun fall to a lower realm? !

Baili Dongjun smiled bitterly: "Yes, and there are two of them."

"two?"

Baili Dongjun hummed: "I killed one, and there is one left."

"What is your inner demon?" Chu Zhao looked curious.

"Want to know?"

Isn't this nonsense?

Chu Zhao rolled his eyes.

Baili Dongjun smiled and said, "If you want to know, you have to drink with me first."

"You know, I don't like drinking."

"Why do you think I asked you to drink? It's because I know you don't like drinking."

Chu Zhao: "..."

The Golden Crow falls in the west and the Jade Rabbit rises in the east.

There were already dozens of wine jars placed in the villa where Chu Zhao lived.

Both of them were a little drunk. Chu Zhao, with a flushed face, tapped the wine bowl with chopsticks and recited loudly.

"There are thousands of worries, but three hundred cups of wine.

Even if there is little wine, the sorrow will not go away after drinking it all.

Therefore, we know that the wine saint is happy when he is drunk.

Yan Hui refused to eat millet and lay down in Shouyang, and was often hungry.

If you don’t enjoy drinking in this modern age, what’s the use of fame?

The crab claws are the golden liquid, and the wine mound is Penglai.

And we must drink good wine, and get drunk on the high platform under the moon."

"What a good poem! I never thought you had such a good literary talent. This poem really describes the beauty of drinking. Such a good poem should be made public!"

Baili Dongjun raised the wine jar and took a big gulp, then laughed and said, "I told you that you love wine, but you still don't admit it."

If you are not a wine lover, you cannot write such a good poem.

"The poem is certainly a good one, but it was not written by me. It was written by a man called the Green Lotus Sword Immortal." Chu Zhao still had some dignity to save and was too embarrassed to admit that he had written it.

"Green Lotus Sword Immortal?" Baili Dongjun thought carefully, "Who are you kidding? Although I don't like reading, I have read a lot of classics and biographies of celebrities, but I have never heard of such a sword immortal."

Chu Zhao picked up the wine jar and took a sip: "Just because you haven't heard of him doesn't mean he doesn't exist."

"Oh, I see. Green Lotus Sword Immortal is the name you gave yourself, right?" Baili Dongjun looked as if he saw through everything.

"You can think whatever you like."

Chu Zhao was too lazy to argue with him about this matter. After using his inner strength to dissipate most of the alcohol, he asked, "What exactly is your inner demon? If you don't tell me, I'm going to sleep. I'm not interested in drinking with you late at night."

Baili Dongjun was startled, and seemed to be sober now: "The one I killed was you, guess who the other one was?"

Chu Zhao suddenly realized.

He is Baili Dongjun's inner demon, probably because of Yueyao.

As for the other one…

Chu Zhao sighed: "Among all the words in the world, the word love is the most hurtful."

Love is not just about love, it also includes family love and friendship.

"It seems you guessed it." Baili Dongjun picked up the wine jar again and drank it. This time he didn't drink it in one gulp, but drank the whole jar. Then he threw the jar aside: "Chu Zhao, if I hadn't stopped him back then, would he not have died?"

Chu Zhao knew that Baili Dongjun was talking about the time when Ye Dingzhi single-handedly broke into Tianqi City during the Demon Cult's Eastern Expedition and he tried to stop Ye Dingzhi.

At that time, everyone thought that Ye Dingzhi had become possessed by a demon.

In fact, Ye Dingzhi was not possessed by a demon, otherwise, with Ye Dingzhi's cultivation level at that time, Ji Ruofeng and Li Xinyue would never have been able to survive from him.

Unfortunately, Baili Dongjun didn't think much about it at that time. He just knew that he couldn't let Ye Dingzhi continue to make trouble.

So he went to Apocalypse City.

Unlike the time when he accompanied Ye Dingzhi to rob people, that time he went to Tianqi City to stop Ye Dingzhi.

He first beat up Xiao Ruojin, and with three punches he knocked the hidden Xiao Ruojin from the free and easy realm to the level of a secular warrior.

Then, he defeated Ye Dingzhi with half a move.

In the end, he had to escape with Ye Dingzhi.

If he still stood with Ye Dingzhi at that time, with their current cultivation level, it would have been easy to snatch Yi Wenjun out of Tianqi City.

In this way, what happened later would not have happened, and Ye Dingzhi would not have died.

Chu Zhao sighed: "Bai Li Dong Jun, let me ask you a question, can everything be solved by truly forgetting it?"

Baili Dongjun remained silent. "I heard that you have been brewing Mengpo soup. I roughly know that you want to forget Yueyao, forget Ye Dingzhi, forget everything in the past, and start over. But will you still be Baili Dongjun at that time?"

Chu Zhao said, shaking his head to himself: "I can help you with the Meng Po soup you requested, but I always think that escaping is a very shameful thing. Of course, it is undeniable that escaping is very useful."

Baili Dongjun's body shook, and his eyes flashed with an indescribable pain that he had never shown in front of anyone.

"Baili Dongjun, you are drunk, go to sleep, go to sleep!"

Chu Zhao's voice was so sacred and ethereal that Baili Dongjun looked up in surprise.

Then he saw the person to whom he felt he owed a lot.

"Brother Yun, I miss you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Baili Dongjun collapsed on the wine table, tears streaming down his face.

Among all the masters in the world who are called immortals, Baili Dongjun is the most special one.

Because his most powerful weapon is not swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks or forks, but himself.

Any weapon in his hands will become a weapon he is good at.

Holding a sword, you can become a sword immortal; holding a knife, you can become a knife immortal.

In Chu Zhao's opinion, Baili Dongjun is a thorough master of physical cultivation.

It’s a pity that Baili Dongjun, like Luo Qingyang, has his own inner demons that he cannot get rid of.

If you kill the demons in your heart, you can break through the realm and enter the spiritual realm.

So, there are no immortals in this world.

But they are all ordinary people.

Chu Zhao looked at him and sighed. He waved his hand, put the remaining wine into the space, and went straight into the house to sleep.

Seven days later,

Li Hanyi and Sikong Changfeng looked at Baili Dongjun who had not yet woken up under the tree, and a hint of worry flashed in their eyes.

"Uncle Chu, will he be okay?" Li Hanyi asked.

Chu Zhao waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Baili Dongjun is in a deep sleep because of his inner demon. Although I can intervene in this matter, it will only harm him. It's better for him to handle it himself. When he realizes his true nature and kills his inner demon, he will wake up."

"Inner demon?" Sikong Changfeng was stunned: "What is his inner demon?"

While asking the question, he also inadvertently glanced at Yue Yao beside Chu Zhao.

However, no matter how careless he was, he could not hide it from Chu Zhao's eyes: "It's not Yue Yao, it's Ye Dingzhi."

Sikong Changfeng smiled apologetically, while Li Hanyi suddenly realized something and felt relieved. He asked curiously, "Uncle Chu, do you think I have any demons in my heart?"

Chu Zhao looked at Li Hanyi, then at Zhao Yuzhen who also had a curious look on his face, and said with a smile: "Isn't he your inner demon?"

Li Hanyi blushed: "Uncle Chu, you are becoming more and more frivolous."

Zhao Yuzhen giggled foolishly, and turned away when seeing Chu Zhao's contemptuous expression.

"Although inner demons are scary, not everyone has them. Your brother, who was born with a delicate mind, doesn't have one." When mentioning Lei Wujie, Chu Zhao suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, has Lei Wujie ever broken into Dengtian Pavilion?"

Li Hanyi nodded. "He broke in. When he was on the fourteenth floor, he was knocked down from the Ascension Pavilion by Tang Lian?"

"Huh? He didn't see Lei Yunhe?"

Sikong Changfeng shook his head, then nodded: "I didn't see him the first three times, but before we left Xueyue City, he climbed to the fifteenth floor."

"Has Lei Yunhe returned to Xiaoyao?"

Sikong Changfeng was stunned and asked in surprise, "You have already calculated that the opportunity for Brother Lei to return to Xiaoyao is in Lei Wujie?"

Chu Zhao smiled, neither admitting nor denying, but just wondering: "It is said that Lei Yunhe has returned to Xiaoyao, so why hasn't he come yet?"

At this moment, a long crane cry suddenly came from the sky above Wangcheng Mountain.

Chu Zhao laughed: "It's true, Speak of the devil, and he will appear."

Everyone looked up and saw a huge yellow crane circling in the sea of ​​clouds above Wangcheng Mountain.

On the back of the yellow crane, there was a one-armed middle-aged man standing proudly.

"I once broke Cangshan Mountain with one finger, and I once sever the universe with two fingers, but my third finger failed to break the Qingxiao Sword, and I lost an arm. Now I have returned to Xiaoyao Tianjing, and I want to see the Qingxiao Sword again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the originally clear blue sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds.

On Wangcheng Mountain, all the elders and disciples walked out of the hall, raised their heads to look at the sky, and looked at the man standing on the back of the yellow crane in the sky with angry expressions!

"Zhao Yuzhen, come up and fight!"

Before he finished speaking, bursts of thunder rang out in the sky, like thousands of horses galloping, making people's eardrums roar.

Lei Yunhe stood on the crane's back, bathing in the sudden wind and rain, looking like a fairy.

"Thunder!"

The thunderous crane roared loudly, the sky was filled with roars, and rain poured down in torrents.

"Thunder falls!"

Lei Yunhe raised his left hand and shouted again.

Nine-day thunder fell down and landed in Lei Yunhe's hands.

"I shake the universe with thunder from the nine heavens, and break through the air for ninety thousand miles with one finger."

Lei Yunhe waved his left hand lightly, and the falling lightning was like a toy in his hand.

"Zhao Yuzhen, do you really want me to force you out?!"

Before he finished speaking, an angry roar rang out in the mountains.

"Why are you making so much noise? Don't you know that my nephew is sleeping? Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of seeing my Qingxiao Sword from Wangcheng Mountain? Let me teach you how to play with thunder."

A figure rose from the ground and rushed into the sky like thunder.

"Junior Master, it's our great-uncle Master, it's coming so fast!" Xiao Feixuan pulled Li Fansong and said excitedly.

"I can see it."

"Little Uncle, do you think that our great uncle can defeat Lei Yunhe?"

Xiao Feixuan suddenly felt a little worried. He knew that Chu Ye was powerful, but Lei Yunhe was, after all, a master who had been famous for many years.

"Lei Yunhe is nothing." Li Fansong said with disdain: "Hurry up and watch, otherwise the fight will be over."

Xiao Feixuan was stunned and quickly raised his head.

I saw that my uncle-master had actually replaced Lei Yunhe and was standing on the back of the yellow crane.

Just now, while they were talking, Lei Yunhe and Chu Ye had already exchanged a move.

Lei Yunhe threw out the thunder in his hand, but Chu Ye, who turned his body into thunder, directly absorbed it. Then he knocked Lei Yunhe away with a punch and stood on Huang He's back.

"Lei Yunhe, I will show you what thunder magic is."

"Thunder falls!"

Lei Yunhe and Chu Ye shouted at the same time.

The Nine-Day Thunder fell again, but before it landed in Lei Yunhe's hands, it was sucked into a huge purple thunder.

Then, the purple thunder fell like a pillar of light and hit Lei Yunhe.

In an instant, Lei Yunhe fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.

"This... is a bit too harsh."

Zhao Yuzhen muttered to himself, leaped up, and quickly flew towards the falling Lei Yunhe.

It seemed like just a blink of an eye and he caught him.

Chu Ye took a look and said nothing, just raised his hand and waved.

"Disperse!"

The dark clouds dissipated, the wind and rain stopped, and everything seemed like a dream.

"This... isn't my uncle-master too powerful?" Xiao Feixuan opened his mouth in surprise.

"Of course. No matter who made the move, he is my junior uncle." Li Fansong looked proud, not knowing that he was the one who made the move.

"Won!"

"Young master uncle is mighty."

"Master uncle is very powerful. From now on, all thunder magicians in the world should respect Master uncle as the most respected one!"

For a moment, countless shouts erupted on Wangcheng Mountain.

Chu Ye's crushing victory gave the disciples of Wangcheng Mountain an outlet to vent the frustration that had been suppressed in their hearts for a long time, and everyone roared with excitement.

The sound shook the universe.

After Chu Ye plucked a few feathers from the restless Yellow Crane and it floated down, Zhao Yuzhen, who was holding the unconscious Lei Yunhe, immediately said solemnly: "Thank you, Junior Brother, for spreading the power of Wangcheng Mountain."

The voice was not loud, but everyone on Wangcheng Mountain could hear it clearly.

As a result, all the disciples of Wangcheng Mountain shouted in unison: "Thank you, little uncle (grandmaster), for spreading the power of Wangcheng Mountain!"

(End of this chapter)