out of time

Chapter 319 Xu Qing's Past

He wrote these four characters very seriously and with great force, and every stroke carried a strong killing intent.

The blood in the palm of the hand stained the gesture along the iron stick, making the name bloody.

Amidst the blood, a past event slowly emerged from Xu Qing's memory.

That was 13 years ago.

He still has a home.

And all of this, with the arrival of that day, is over.

The face of the gods in the sky suddenly opened their eyes.

His eyes fell on the city where he was, and for a moment... the sky and the earth were blurred, everything was distorted, and the entire city disappeared.

Only a large amount of wreckage and blood rain were left, falling from the sky, and he was the only living person left, crying helplessly in fear in the blood mud.

He was still six or seven years old at that time, and he couldn't forget how he left, and he couldn't forget how difficult he was to survive, how much food he ate that he couldn't eat, and what kind of struggle on the edge of life and death he experienced.

Gradually, he became a waif, covered in dirt, and saw countless evils in human nature.

He learned to compete with wild dogs for food, bared his teeth, forbearance and vigilance, and began to like to hide in the dark.

Slowly, he learned to kill, and finally in a slum in a small town, after killing a big man who wanted to eat him, he cut off his head bit by bit and hung it on a tree, so that he had a place.

He began to yearn for life in the city, envied the clothes of the people inside that were cleaner than his own, and also longed to become a monk so that he could live a better life.

In the end, surviving became the only thought in his heart.

Therefore, he is extremely cruel to the enemy, and he must retaliate.

Therefore, he is extremely grateful to those who have helped him.

This is also the reason why the small city in the slums was not afraid of the catastrophe when the gods opened their eyes. On the one hand, life was already like this, and he was not afraid of death anymore, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

On the other hand, yes... he had been through it.

And all of this has long since made him lose the habit of crying.

But he always had a hope in his heart. He felt that his parents were not dead, but they couldn't find him.

This is his secret, he didn't tell anyone.

Thunder roared in the sky, and lightning once again flashed across the jungle, which was seven days away from the Eight Sects Alliance, reappearing Xu Qing's figure.

Xu Qing lowered his head, looking at the only blood-colored four characters on the bamboo slips.

After a while, he carved Sheng Yun's father and son, and Yejiu.

"All have to die!"

Xu Qing muttered, standing up in the rain and snow.

Having experienced countless sufferings in the world since he was a child, he has already built an indestructible heart wall. Nothing can break him down, and it will only make the murderous intent in his heart even more monstrous.

And the only way for him to pay homage to the dead is to exchange blood for blood. Team Lei and Master Bai all did this.

At this moment, he was walking towards the distance silently, his back was sharp, like a lone wolf, but at the same time, he also showed a touch of maturity.

There is no turning back.

He suddenly felt no longer afraid of the cold in the wind and snow.

Xu Qing remembered that Team Lei said that if there are too many buried things in a person's heart, he will become mature.

Xu Qing felt that at this moment, he was already very mature.

He wanted to go back to the sect, and when he was strong enough, he wanted to leave Yinghuangzhou to find the Zhaoxia Mountain.

At the same time, what he wanted to kill was not just the people engraved on it. For the organization Zhuzhao, Xu Qing had never had the killing intent in his heart.

"Zhuzhao, all must die!"

Xu Qing's voice was hoarse, and he took out the French ship and stepped on it. The next moment, the French ship turned into a long rainbow, galloping in the rain and snow, heading straight for the Seven Sects Alliance.

In the cabin of the French ship, Xu Qing sat there silently, meditating silently.

Let time go by little by little.

Three days later, Xu Qing slowly opened his eyes.

He lowered his head expressionlessly, looked at his storage bag, opened it for a long time and took out a jug of wine, put it to his mouth and took a big sip, with the spicy meaning flowing from his throat, Xu Qing remembered the first time he had time to drink.

At that time, Captain Lei looked at him with a smile and said that he was still young and didn't understand the taste of wine.

After seven blood pupils, Xu Qing understood, but today, he felt that the wine was not strong enough.

After taking another big sip, he got up and walked out of the cabin, stood on the deck and looked up at the night sky. Feeling the strong wind from the sky, he slowly retracted his eyes and looked straight into the distance.

After a while, Xu Qing took out a flute, picked it up with both hands, and put it to his mouth.

Gradually... bursts of bleak flute sounds echoed in the French ship and drifted away.

In the long roundabout, the past is told.

This song is called Lishang.

At this moment, in Yinghuang Prefecture, in the wilderness, a group of people were illuminated by candles walking forward, and no one spoke along the way.

The black-robed young man in front was indifferent, while the people behind were silent.

After a long time, Yejiu looked up at the master in front, hesitated and then spoke in a low voice.

"Master, that boy is..."

"My younger brother in this life." The black-robed youth said indifferently.

Yejiu took a breath and hesitated for a moment.

"Is he also a person with a previous life like you?"

The black-robed youth in front shook his head and spoke coldly.

"Xu Qing didn't have a previous life, he was just a child of an ordinary family, but in this life, I don't remember the brotherhood I felt before awakening, and it became my bondage after awakening."

"Master, what will happen if I mistakenly... kill him in Qixuetong?" After hesitating, Yejiu asked what was on his mind.

"You will die." The black-robed youth didn't turn his head, his tone was calm.

Yejiu was silent, he understood that his master didn't care about Xu Qing's life or death at all, this time he just met and took a look.

Otherwise, when he made a move before, the opponent would definitely stop him.

Because he doesn't care, anyone can kill, and he can watch without stopping.

But because of the fetters, he would kill anyone who killed Xu Qing.

Everything, in fact, fends for itself.

In the final analysis, in the heart of his master, he is not brother Xu Qing in this life. He has been that stunning sky from beginning to end. Even the Holy Land has wanted to accept disciples many times. The selected Ziqing Prince.

"Master, if breaking the fetters can make your heart more complete, Yejiu is willing to do this!" Yejiu lowered her head and said in a deep voice.

"I don't cultivate the Tao, and I don't have the heart of the Tao. What I cultivate is God." The black-robed youth looked calmly and walked further and further away.

-

I recently suffered from gastroenteritis, my body is very weak, and my writing is intermittent, I hope to get better soon

(End of this chapter)