In a valley just a hundred miles away from the mountains in Shu, the clear streams flowing in the riverbed, the emerald green bamboo forests swaying gently in the breeze, and the mountain paths paved with old bluestones all show the meaning of quietness and elegance. At the end of the bluestone path, there is a very simple thatched cottage, which is surrounded by a simple fence. It seems that as long as a stronger wind blows it away.

In the courtyard, there were several stone benches around a three-foot-long round stone table. A gentleman in a light blue shirt stood in it, holding a roll of bamboo slips in his left hand, and slowly brushing the willow beards under his beard with his right hand. He would nod from time to time when he saw the moving part. No matter who saw this scene, he would not imagine that this literati and poet hidden in the mountains would be the leader of the Xuanyin Sect who was famous all over the world and the corpse demon Gu Chen.

At this moment, there was no sign of hatred and anxiety on Gu Chen's face. He was so calm and casual, as if a hundred years of imprisonment had completely erased the ferocity and perversion in his heart. He was just observing the articles of sages engraved in the bamboo slips. Feng Haitao, who was covered with gray and white crane hair, also sat beside him, quietly looking at the mountains, rivers and bamboo forests in front of him, but the faint evil aura emitted around him showed that this place was not as simple as it seemed.

As the person who helped Gu Chen escape from the trouble, Yang Zheng became a disciple of Xuanyin at the first step of the plot. He can be said to be the only person in the entire Zhongzhou team who is responsible for the plot world of Shushan Legend. Therefore, he can be said to have become a member of the demonic power. He only needs to come to see Gu Chen and follow his actions. Feng Haitao, as his partner, was naturally recommended and temporarily joined his subordinates.

Although his life suffered a major change and his life imprisoned for a hundred years made Gu Chen's personality even more gloomy and suspicious, Yang Zheng's state of being completely isolated from the outside world was somewhat resonant in his heart. Although he had never asked about the reason for his experience, it was not difficult for him to guess a rough idea from Yang Zheng's behavior that such a person is much more reliable than ordinary people.

For Yang Zheng, Gu Chen's position in his heart is even more extraordinary. If this main god space allows him to see his resurrected girlfriend's place of hope, then Gu Chen allows him to initially grasp the person who hopes. Although the experience in reality has completely cooled down the hot blood in his body, from deep hatred to desperate numbness, he is still a human being after all. Human nature cannot be erased. The darkness and gloom in his heart are just to turn it into the numbness of despair.

The emotions in the heart are further compressed and condensed, and they are constantly suppressed deeper. Once triggered, they will inevitably be more real and purer emotions. This is the gratitude to Gu Chen.

Perhaps Gu Chen is far from comparing with Bai Mei and others in terms of strategy and scheming, and eventually ends up with the destruction of a sect, but it is still not something that ordinary people can achieve. Whether they are sincere or have trust in their hearts can be seen. Although for the prosperity of the Xuanyin Sect, Gu Chen can sacrifice Yang Zheng without hesitation. In order to obtain enough power to resurrect his girlfriend, Yang Zheng will not be lenient when he kills Gu Chen. The emotions between the two parties are the second to each other.

However, this did not hinder the increase of trust. At least for a period of time in the future, they would not have any choice. Therefore, compared with other members of the Zhongzhou team, Yang Zheng undoubtedly gained greater benefits in this world. After discovering that his Xuanyin True Sutra's cultivation level has improved, Gu Chen immediately helped him refine the Xuanyin Banner and impart his cultivation experience, allowing his Yinsha Earth Veins to gather, push the Xuanyin Banner to the top-grade magic weapon, and gain the strength to be improved again before the catastrophe.

The relationship between Feng Haitao and Gu Chen is just a pure mutual utilization relationship. On the one hand, it is naturally recommended by Yang Zheng. On the other hand, Gu Chen does need people to work around him. This unique shadow creature, the Lord of the Souls, also made him a little interested, so he stayed by his side as an assistant.

Although Gu Chen has been out of trouble for a hundred years and will not fall into poverty, compared with the rich wealth of ordinary old demons, he is indeed very shabby. In addition to a set of Xuanyin Soul Gathering Banners, only the two magic weapons, Black Evil Sword and Fire Cloud Chain, are still quite good at taking advantage of them. The reserves of elixirs and heavenly treasures are also very insufficient. However, the vision and experience of any old demon are a great treasure for the reincarnationists. The improvement in the state of mind is far superior to Feng Haitao's help.

One party only needs to speak and do not need to teach any of the cultivation formulas and spells of this sect to get help from a thug with great strength. While the other party can complete the task smoothly, it can also get the experience of the demon giant. Both parties are very happy and satisfied, and the relationship is temporarily maintained at a very good level.

A moment later, a green demon fire suddenly flashed in the calm mountains and forests, but the flame was like a projection fantasy, just burning out of thin air, and the flowers, plants and trees enveloped in it had not lost any loss. A tall and thin man in a red robe emerged from it out of thin air, and walked slowly towards Gu Chen with a strange smile. A little bit of dead gray oozing out of his pale skin. On his narrow face, two green eyes were embedded, and his deep sunken eye sockets and pointed nose looked so silenced.

In the clouds, waves of white mist appeared at the same time. A haggard old man wearing a white cloak appeared from it, stepping on the clouds and mist, slowly walking down the sky step by step. If you observe carefully, you will find that there were seven fingers on his withered palm, like chicken feet.

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