Fake Demon Lord

The chaos in Changan is the starting point of many heroic stories, and Bu Qingyun is one of them. That night, the prince's personal soldiers slaughtered in the streets and alleys, and the bodies of civilians killed innocent almost piled up a hill outside the city. With a thunder, a long-suffering child in the dead mountain opened his eyes slowly, without any warning or warning, and he came to the rivers and lakes from peaceful times.

He didn't know who this body was, just remembered that when he opened his eyes, he saw the blood-stained sky outside Chang'an. He was guarded by a gate that was cut into two sections under his right hand. The woman was struggling to die with messy hair after he died. As soon as he tilted his head, he faced the dead people in a terrified twist. He thought he had just had a terrible nightmare. When he woke up, everything would go back to the past. Parents would walk in front of the dining table and open the window. Friends were already waiting for him to play football downstairs, but this dream It's too real, even if he can feel the pain of broken bones in his chest even with his eyes closed.

This is the first memory of Bu Qingyun's coming to this world. There is no bad luck in the novel, nor the secret treasures of the protagonist. If it wasn't for the Tsing Yi Taoist who just passed by, he just saw his trembling fingers, regardless of his colleagues' persuasion before entering Changan. After looking at it, he probably ended up being just a wandering soul buried here.

Regarding how Qingxuzi suppresses the chaos in Chang'an, rumors on the rivers and lakes are unified. In those few days, the three princes who had succeeded disappeared the night before they ascended the throne. The remaining three princes were killed in the palace, and the red blood spread out from the palace door, which stained the moat outside the palace wall. As the crowds fought, the gate of the palace was split open with a sword. The Taoist man in Tsing Yi slowly walked in the arms of a six-year-old child. His right palm was still pressed on the child's door to continue his life, and he only waved gently with his left hand. Three sword qi.

The first sword, the palace's heavy enemies broke out all the time, the eldest prince who kept the throne vomited blood and died.

In the second sword, no one saw it, and the second prince who led the siege fell to the ground.

The third sword, no one knew where the sword gas went at first, until the next day the guard found the corpse of the four princes pierced by a sword in the underground secret passage.

Qingxuzi is no better than Xuanmen Fairy who came from the prince's home. He did n’t understand and had no intention to understand the affairs of the court. All he knew was that his master had devoted his life to the pursuit of only Guotai Min'an. Since these people can't even protect their own people, Then they are not eligible to become heavenly sons. He took the position of the head of Xuanmen from the woman, then he would protect the world in his own way. At that moment, the world's talent knew that Qingxuzi would not kill easily, but when he decided who to kill, that person was destined to die.

With only three swords, this battle that has thrown in countless lives is over. To the rest, Taoists have not advised or even looked at them, and only said lightly: "Xuanmen does not matter who is the emperor, I only warn A word from you-whoever hits civilians in battle in the future, Xuanmen will kill anyone. "

This is an extremely arrogant solution, without half of the delicate calculations on the court, but it coincides with the free and easy minds of monks and priests. On that day, countless monks looked up at the plain figure of Taoist Taoists and finally found the meaning of practice. Controlling the world with one's own power, the princes will not dare to obey, can the world have something smarter and happier than this?

This is also the battle. In the future, regardless of the fight, Jianghuists will always remember the teachings of their predecessors-treasure the Xuanmen who is willing to reason with you. When he does not reason, you will know what regret is. Already.

In that battle, the monks saw the domineering Ling Yun of the strong. Only the children in Taoist arms knew that Qing Xuzi had been silent outside the city for a long time. Sighing at the child he saved: "I'm late, if I came earlier, I wouldn't die so many people."

This is the first time a young man has seen such a person. He never believed that there would be any saint in the world, and thought it was the stupidest act to do such a person, but now he suddenly wanted to be a Taoist person. The Taoist three swords in the palace ignited the monks ’ambitions and awakened the pride of the young man's life. On that day, he finally had the ideal that he could declare to the world with his head raised.

Looking at the Taoist man's increasingly desolate white hair in the residual sun, the boy gathered his courage and stretched out his hand to him, saying, "Can you teach me swordsmanship? If there is such a thing in the future, I will kill you earlier. they."

Qingxuzi had never seen such a child, but he had just escaped from the sea of ​​blood and asked to enter the rivers and lakes to kill again. He looked at those firm eyes. He asked, "What's your name, boy?"

"You haven't told me your name."

He didn't expect the teenager to ask himself first, recalling for a moment, and slowly said, "My name is gentle, and it's been a long time since nobody called it."

The world only knows that the Xuanmen head is Qingxuzi, and there are only a few elders who still remember his name. At this time, the teenager meditations the name in his heart and said to him: "I don't remember my past name. You get me one. "

Maybe the two are destined to have a discipleship, or maybe Qingxuzi really saw Qingyun's ambition from the eyes of the teenager at that moment. At that time, he didn't hesitate, and said, "How about Bu Qingyun?"

"Okay, from today on, I'm Bu Qingyun. Master is on top and worshiped by Qing Yun!"

It took only one day for the boy to bury his past, and to leave the past innocently forever at the mass grave post on the outskirts of Chang'an. Since then, the only thing in the world has been Bu Qingyun fighting against swords and rivers.

Everyone in the world walked in Qingyun's fascination, and it was a treasure that Qing Xuzi dug from the body. Only Bu Qingyun knows that this civilian child's body is actually extremely talented. It was Qing Xuzi who secretly made the treasures left by his predecessor to him to make cakes for him to use daily. Cutting the marrow created a talented monk Bu Qingyun, and also made the Qing Xuzi a mysterious head who has not been successful for three hundred years.

Therefore, even if He Huan faces magic invasion day after day in the magic road for the next hundred years, he will still be glad from the bottom of his heart. When he is at a loss and needs the guidance of most people, he is in front of him.

Every young man has a hero in his heart. They yearn to become that person, and they will imitate his words and deeds unconsciously. Perhaps they will be ashamed to admit it in front of them, but believe every word of that person. To Bu Qingyun, Qing Xuzi is such a hero.

The young man who emerged from the sea of ​​blood was always prepared for the world. Only in the presence of Master can he show his active and active side. Later, in order not to make him lonely, Qing Xuzi picked up the second disciple from the foot of the mountain again. Because he looked so cute on the pond and wanted to take off the lotus flower, he named it Buyoulian. In this way, Bu Qingyun's home in this world took shape and began his doomed life.

In these years living alone in Qingyun Temple, He Huan also thought about it, although he did not regret starting his life in this world in this way, but if he could choose by himself, he still hoped to see what he saw at the moment he opened his eyes. The world is clean and interesting.

Therefore, he did not leave any memories of the past for He Su. He Huan is already strong enough, he can protect himself, no one can let the teenager lie in the corpse pile, as long as he is there, no one will dare to release any evil, no matter whether it is Zheng Mo, and he will block all conspiracy for the teenager Outside the world, he likes the carefree appearance of teenagers in the sun.

This is the thought hidden in He Huan ’s heart that he would not admit to anyone. In fact, the night before learning that Bu Yaolian disappeared, he looked at the eyes of the young man who had full trust in himself under the moon, and wanted to cancel this. planned.

He was used to this kind of life eighty years ago when he was up and down in the magic road, and it would not be a big deal to live for hundreds of years. Moreover, the life of any company may be more suitable for him today than returning to Xuanmen.

However, Bu Yaolian has disappeared. In the past, no one dared to make such calculations with Brother Xuanmen. Xuanmen must prove to the world that he is powerful because of the thunder, because only the strong are qualified to determine the order of the world. As in the past, he chose to live up to his reputation as a guardian of Xuanmen. The three swords in the palace have become the memories of the older generation, so now he wants to let the world know with the death of the devil He Huan, that the Taoist man in Tsing Yi is still the real world first, and he wants no one to dare The person at the door exerts his calculations.

Now that you have chosen to live up to it, you must completely leave the youth's life. You do not need to let him know if you have ever been shaken and liked. When the boy wakes up, he will know the truth of everything from Bai Chen's mouth. He may be sad for a while, and when he is wounded, he can walk into the rivers and lakes he wants. The master will protect him, and Yun side will accompany him. His own sword of heaven is enough to protect himself. He will grow up as a teenager, and he no longer needs He Huan. After waiting for a long time, I was able to smile and mention to others that he used to be a very bad person, and even he could use it, but everything has passed, and he has long forgotten that person.

He Huan only went dead in his life. He pursued the ultimate result no matter what he did. He never left himself a half way back. He did his best but did n’t count it. At the moment when the soul was separated, all the erased memories were returned. The soul of a teenager.

He knows what he wants to know, how he knows; he hides in his heart what no one wants to tell, and he knows everything.

Moreover, He Sui also saw the truth of Bu Qingyun's enchantment, which He Huan never told anyone.

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