Start Ren Jiazhen: Six-year-old Tianshi

Looking at Mao Zhen like this.

Zhou Yun almost didn't shout out the words "Master".

Slightly raised his head, looking at Mao Zhen's slightly open mouth in horror, Zhou Yun's own eyes were also a little complicated.

A master, a lifetime of karma, this is love.

In front, after Mao Zhen roared hysterically a few times, he looked at Zhou Yun who was kneeling on the ground.

"You, get up, talk well, get up first."

Mao Zhen stammered, bent down to help Zhou Yun get up, but when he stretched out his hand, it was as if he had touched a mine, and he quickly retracted.

His thin face was full of apprehension, surprise, and a touch of emotion deep in his eyes.

There's no need for Zhou Yun to lie to him, just rely on the strength of his soul.

If this kind of strong man wants to say that he is fooling himself, he still kneels on the ground.

Damn, even if it was Mao Zhen's father who died hundreds of years ago, he would recognize him.

Anyway, as long as you have no face and no skin.

But the reason why he was still so uneasy was that the master was in a state of confusion, and this disciple was like the needle that hit his weak point in the heart.

So much so that the palms of the hands were sweating from scratching their ears and cheeks.

On the ground, Zhou Yun grinned, shook his Taoist robe and stood up.

"Master, why are you so nervous?" Zhou Yun tilted his head and looked at Mao Zhen.

Mao Zhen opened his mouth when he heard the sound, looked at Zhou Yun who stood up, and walked over step by step without saying a word.

It seems to swallow saliva.

Mao Zhen cautiously seemed to want Zhou Yun's face, but the moment he met Zhou Yun's eyes.

Mao Zhen's hand finally moved to Zhou Yun's shoulder.

The four eyes met, Mao Zhen's eyelids trembled a little.

"You really didn't lie to me?" Mao trembled.

"No." Zhou Yun spread out his hands, and a ray of golden light appeared on his fingertips.

Seeing the golden light, Mao Zhen subconsciously closed his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, some fragments of Zhou Yun's memories of the past six years flashed before Mao Zhen's eyes.

Of course, they are all fragments of life with Lin Jiu, which do not reveal the slightest bit of the system.

Dispersed with memory fragments.

Mao Zhen lowered his head slightly, with disbelief in his eyes.

Zhou Yu didn't urge him either, just stood there and looked at Mao Zhen holding his Taoist robe.

It took several breaths.

"It's really you!"

Mao Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately looked up and down at Zhou Yun.

"You've grown so big in a blink of an eye, what have I missed, child, I remember you were so long before, this time..."

As Mao Zhen spoke, restraint flashed across his face again.

He turned around and shook his dusty sleeve robe, wanting to tidy himself up.

But while shaking, he seemed to feel that the sound was too loud, so he turned his back and grabbed his hair.

It seems that he wants to show his best side.

But the more it gets messy, the more panic it gets.

There was a sense of warmth and caution in the movements.

"Master, don't clean up, you are my master no matter what." Zhou Yun stretched out his hand and pulled Mao Zhen's sleeve.

Mao Zhen couldn't help turning his head when he heard this, and covered his mouth with a slap: "Good boy, good boy."

"Besides, it won't be able to clean up after a while if it's so dirty." Zhou Yun tilted his head and smiled.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Mao Zhen's face, and he hesitated and pressed Zhou Yun's head.

"You kid, did you say that about Master, Master, is this dirty? This is the old dirt of cultivating Taoism. If you rub it and eat it, it can cure all diseases." Mao Zhen grinned and laughed.

"I thank you on behalf of those mortals." Zhou Yun turned his head.

Mao Zhen immediately moved his hand away, but the more his eyes looked at Zhou Yun, the more satisfied he became.

"My boy, I haven't seen you in six years. How did Lin Jiu raise you? He ate dragon meat for you, and he raised you to such a level..." Mao Zhen asked the biggest question in his heart.

"I do not know either."

Zhou Yun looked at Mao Zhen with a smile.

"Eating, breathing, scolding Qiu Sheng, the cultivation base will grow slowly, and it will be so powerful in a blink of an eye."

The corners of Mao Zhen's mouth twitched when he heard this.

But observing Zhou Yun carefully, the more he looked at this body, the more horrified he became.

After the Taoist celestial master passed away, his spirit entered the underworld.

Maybe Mao Zhen didn't have any power at this time, but after all, he was once the owner of Maoshan.

Each branch of Longhu Mountain, each mountain has its head teacher and mountain master.

Being in charge of teaching, taking charge of a mountain, down to recruiting disciples, and up to observing luck, are all the work of the head teacher.

At the same time, when the next generation of head teachers is cultivated, they will be promoted to the mountain master.

The position of the mountain lord does not lie in power.

Rather, it represents the bottom line of the inheritance. The Mountain Lord is the strongest fighting force in the lineage, and at the same time he is in charge of the sect's foundation.

When the sect is under attack, they are the last line of defense.

At the same time, the Mountain Lord is also the most promising existence who can hit the highest level.

Therefore, Mao Zhen was once the top powerhouse in the world, even if he died now, he could still see how extraordinary Zhou Yun was.

"I also accepted some kind of terrifying existence back then."

Mao Zhen shook his head, and then a trace of worry flashed in his eyes and pulled Zhou Yun.

"My boy, look at you, you are dead, aren't you?"

Zhou Yun shook his head: "I'm here to visit the underworld. I only have one day. I guess I'll be back in half a day."

Hearing this, Mao Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, and there was reluctance in his eyes immediately, but then he was free and easy.

"You kid is amazing, you can come here if you say you come to the underworld for a stroll, you are capable, you are worthy of being my apprentice!"

After Mao Zhen finished speaking, he looked around, turned his head and said in a low voice, "My boy, tell me the truth, why did you go to hell."

"Is that guy staring at you?" Mao Zhen stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky.

Zhou Yun followed Mao Zhen and looked up. Naturally, what Mao Zhen was talking about could not be the night sky of this underworld.

The only explanation is human will.

"Master, not yet, but I have come into contact with that human will once, and the reason I came to the underworld is also related to that." Zhou Yun said softly.

Hearing that there was no surprise on Mao Zhen's face, he nodded and said in a deep voice, "How do you feel about that guy?"

Zhou Yun frowned, recalling the appearance of the human will when the demon world was shattered.

"Crazy." Zhou Yun hesitantly spit out these two words.

"It's just crazy." Mao Zhen slapped Zhou Yun on the shoulder: "As expected of my apprentice, what he said is fucking good!"

"Since hundreds of years ago, the will of the world has been crazy. Counting before my master's generation, there is still hope to break through the Great Heavenly Master Realm. After my master's generation, countless talented monsters died of hatred, and they could only cry blood Curse God."

Mao Zhen explained to Zhou Yun.

"The world we live in is already in the end of the Dharma, and no one knows what will happen in the end, but the will of the world has been crazy since hundreds of years ago, and no one knows what will happen to him in the end, boy, I have been staying here, I just can't worry about you." Mao Zhen sighed, and caressed Zhou Yun's shoulder furtively.

It seems that he felt that he hurt Zhou Yun just now.

"How do you say that the dragon eats its own food?" Zhou Yun recalled Mao Zhen's words before.

Mao Zhen waved his hand and said: "These words are the monks in the world guessing the will of the world. For hundreds of years, the aura of heaven and earth has been continuously dissipated, and the will of the world has been suppressing the monks in the world.

I lived in 310 for four years, and six years ago, I couldn't even display half of my peak cultivation. "

"Otherwise, even if heaven and man are in decline, I might not be able to delay it for a few more years."

"This kind of suppression is obviously because the will of the world doesn't want to give birth to strong people anymore. We don't know why, but when this kind of suppression becomes more and more extreme, sooner or later, mountain spirits and ghosts will no longer be able to form, and monks will also become Absolutely nonexistent."

"This evolution is incorrect, and even violates the order of heaven and earth, but it is the will of the world to do so.

Therefore, in our opinion, this kind of behavior may mean that he has been threatened or even himself is in some kind of crisis, and he has to exterminate the monks to ensure his own existence. "

"This is the origin of the saying that the sleepy dragon lives on its own."