Chapter Thirteen: The Temple of Great Compassion

  "You guys shouldn't laugh at me, I've had my own thoughts since I was young." The second Tian Shan quickly came to his aid in the midst of Yao Jiao's gloomy gaze.

  "Let's go, it's getting late, we'll head to De Yue Lou." Zi Huai Yu said to the crowd on horseback.

  "No, we still have to go back, let's meet again next time," said the Second Master Cangshan.

  "Yes, I just bought this medicine and will need to find something to go with it when I get back, so that I can absorb its effects as soon as possible," Sima Xiangru also refused.

  "Alright, see you next time. However, Brother Cangshan, the little demon horn may be small, but it's quite interesting. Next time, bring the little demon horn along too, my nephews can also learn from him." Zi Huaiyu said.

  "It depends on whether the demon king is interested." The Second Elder of Cangshan smiled and said.

  "Ah, daytime, if there's nothing important, I can keep you company." The old man with the horn-like hair said with an air of elegance, causing Sima Xiangru and Zi Huaiyu to burst into another fit of laughter.

  At this time, a carriage from the Second Cangshan also drove over, and behind it was another carriage.

  "Three of you can't fit in, I'll lend this carriage to you first. Sima Xiangru said, "I and Huaiyu will take another one."

  "Thank you," said the demon king with a smile.

  "See you later," said the Second Master of Cangshan, who didn't bother with pleasantries and agreed right away.

  Then, Jian Wu sat in the back carriage, while Er Qing Shan and Yao Jiao sat in the front carriage, and continued to explain the situation of the Da Zhou auction house to Yao Jiao.

  After another half-hour's time, the demon horn returned to its own residence. The second Cangshan was in a hurry to go back and didn't stay for long. Therefore, only the demon horn and Jian Wu walked back.

  The sword dance went around once, and immediately caused the people in the right courtyard to exclaim in surprise. One by one, they stared at the sword dancer with eyes like bronze bells, wondering when they had ever seen such a beautiful woman? As a servant said, she was as if she had walked out of a painting.

  Lao Wang and Lao Qiao's two sons, upon seeing the sword dance, were immediately stunned, but after realizing it was a demon horn's maid, they quickly forced themselves to look away.

  "You go with her to freshen up, and we'll eat together later," said Youjiao to Jianwu.

  "Yes, sir." Jian Wu Xuan replied, but his expression still showed some fear.

  A woman servant beside him quickly took away Jian Wu and went to wash up.

  At dinner time, Jianwu returned after washing up. When Yaojiao looked at Jianwu, even with a strong mind, she was still stunned for a moment. This face, how could the three major sects bear to sell her out? Had they gone mad?

  "Old Master" shouted, drawing his sword.

  "Alright, let's eat first." said Youjiao, looking at Jianwu while speaking.

  "Is" Jian Wu replied, and then he picked up his bowl and chopsticks and started eating slowly.

  Seeing this scene, Yao Jiao felt a sense of comfort. The 80,000 taels of silver were indeed worth it. Even if it was just for decoration, it was still worth it.

  At this moment, since there is nothing important to attend to, I will have a meal with You Jiao and Jian Wu. After the meal, the servants will naturally clean up the bowls and chopsticks.

  When I return to the Right Institute, the demon horn said to Sword Dance: "You know your identity, and from now on you will be my maid."

  "Hmm," Sword Dance said softly.

  "But don't worry, what I, the second demon king, say will definitely come true. In the future, when I have the power, I will definitely help you, Beijianmen, get the justice you deserve." The demon king said.

  "Thank you, young master." Jian Wu looked at the eleven-year-old child and immediately bowed his head in respect. Although he was only a half-grown kid, for some reason, Jian Wu suddenly felt a sense of trust surrounding his heart. It was as if everything that Xiao Jiao said was true.

  "Uh, I'm going to the study to write something, you take a look around here yourself. There are two bedrooms, the one on the left is my bedroom and the one on the right is the guest room. You just arrived, your body is still weak, go rest for a while." said Yaoguo.

  "Yes, sir," said Jianwu.

  "Uh-huh." The demon king nodded and walked into his study. In the study, the servant had already lit the lamp. The demon king ground the ink himself and started a day's work. Although "The Legend of the Condor Hero" was popular now, the demon king still did not forget to strive for more.

  After writing for a while, the demon put down his brush, stretched and walked into his bedroom. Work and rest are combined, although the demon is now a practitioner, he still needs to enjoy himself. He can't exhaust himself just to make some money.

  Back in the bedroom, walking to the side of his bed, suddenly, the demon horn saw that his quilt was actually bulging.

  "Huh?" The demon's horns looked at his bed in confusion. Didn't he let Xian Wu sleep in the guest room? How did Xian Wu end up sleeping here?

  Perhaps the demon horn came in too loudly, so Xiang Wu, who was drowsy with sleep, suddenly woke up. He looked at the demon horn in a daze.

  "Old Master" drew his sword and stood up on horseback.

  "Kenbu, what brings you here?" The Oni asked in a strange tone.

  "To warm the bed for the old master." Jian Wu suddenly said.

  "Who warmed the bed?" The demon's sweat was like a single thread, from small to large, as if in memory, no one had ever warmed the bed for him.

  "Well, aren't all maids like that? In the past, Father's maids were always warming his bed at night," Jian Wu said.

  When he heard the sword dance, the demon horn was speechless in his heart. No wonder the door was destroyed, it's corrupt, and this is the master of the door, still guarding the door?

  However, if it were a gentleman who saw this scene, he would definitely say 'Alright, you go back to sleep' or 'You sleep here, I'll go sleep in the guest room'.

  But who is the demon king? But a demonic cultivator, how can you say such shameful words, even if you're a stone girl, but, no matter what, she's a stunning beauty, and it was her own suggestion. What's wrong with being small? Sleeping with a beautiful woman is better than sleeping with a quilt, right?

  "Uh, okay." The demon king shamelessly agreed.

  As soon as the clothes were shed, they slipped into the quilt and slept together with Sword Dance. This was a feeling that had never been experienced before, although it was the first time, but the demon corner still felt relatively comfortable.

  Yao Jiao was eleven years old, and Jian Wu was sixteen years old. Although Jian Wu was five years older than Yao Jiao, Yao Jiao's height was not small at all, only one head shorter than Jian Wu.

  Holding a somewhat shy sword dance in her arms, Yao Jiao asked: "Tell me, what's going on with Beijianmen?"

  As soon as the name "Bei Jian Men" was mentioned, all drowsiness from the sword dance disappeared, and tears suddenly came out.

  "Alright, let's talk about it later. Take a few deep breaths and calm down first." The demon king said, seeing this.

  Looking at the old man, he couldn't help but laugh at the sword dance, but still paused for a moment, adjusted his breathing, and slowly said: "The birth of Beisword Gate was actually because in our family, my father's elder uncle was lucky enough to enter the Great Temple of Sorrow. Later, Father's elder uncle found a heavenly secret book and gave it to Grandfather, who then used it to establish Beisword Gate."

  "Da Bei Temple?" The demon horned creature asked strangely.

  "Ah, one of the six major martial arts holy lands in the world, the Dahai Temple," Jianwu said.

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  Today is outside, can't go home, but also persisted until this third watch. Everyone, are there any more recommendation tickets today?