Immortal, save me!

Wen Junyao struggled for a long time, calculating again and again, but the result of the hexagram never changed, and the rebel disciple did not follow Xuanling Continent.

He relaxed and prepared to get up to find Brother Mo. He and Brother Mo had not seen each other for nearly a thousand years since the last separation. Although the hexagram showed that Brother Mo was still alive, he could not feel at ease without seeing it with his own eyes.

After the war between the immortals and demons, he led the remaining tribesmen to establish the Li Kingdom, but Mo Yin disappeared. Mo Yin was the strongest. He did not believe that his friend would die in the battle between the immortals and demons, so he left the Li Kingdom and searched for Mo. Hidden traces.

For some reason, he was still unable to calculate Mo Yin's whereabouts during that time, and he couldn't even divine whether Mo Yin was alive or not, as if he was disturbed by something.

Later, he went to the Far East Sea to check the whirlpool situation, but unexpectedly he was sucked into it and came to the Fairy Continent. After that, he couldn't find the entrance back. He lingered in the same place for a long time and decided to go to the Fairy Continent to explore the situation.

To his surprise, almost everyone in the Fairy Continent can practice cultivation. There are many powerful people, but his cultivation level can only be at the middle level. Because he is not strong enough, in order to protect himself, he worshiped Tianyan Later, due to his outstanding divination ability, he was assigned to a separate peak and became the leader of the peak, responsible for teaching divination techniques.

He goes out for training from time to time, firstly to observe the difference between the Fairy Continent and the Xuanling Continent, and secondly to find the entrance back.

Once when he was traveling, he met an orphan. The child was eight or nine years old. His clothes were in tatters, but he looked very good. When he met him, the child was crawling out of a dog hole in a large family. His whole body was dirty. The child was not afraid when he saw him. Instead, he grinned and threatened him, telling him not to meddle in his own business.

He was not prepared to meddle in other people's business. When he turned to leave, he noticed the scars all over the boy's body from the corner of his eye. The child was barefoot and had shackles on his thin ankles.

He paused and watched the boy staggering away, but he was soon discovered by the family and dragged back by force. The child scratched the ground with his toes and struggled hard, leaving several bright blood marks on the ground. Extend to the gate.

The door closed before his eyes, and the last look was the child's dead eyes.

Those eyes kept appearing in front of him, making it impossible for him to calm down, let alone leave as if nothing had happened.

Finally, he obeyed his will and sneaked into the house. The child was locked in the woodshed, the door was locked, the windows were boarded up, and two servants were guarding the door.

It was already evening, the last twilight on the horizon had faded, and the owner of the house was back.

The child was taken to a spacious room. Wen Junyao followed him and saw that the child's clothes were torn off and then he was thrown into the bathtub to soak. The child convulsed in pain and trembled all over, but he gritted his teeth and kept silent. Come.

Wen Junyao gathered spiritual power in his hands, but he realized that there was a strong person sitting in this mansion, and that aura was no weaker than him.

He stopped his hand, held back his breath, and watched the child being washed, smeared with an unknown fragrant liquid, casually wrapped in a roll of gauze, and then sent to a luxurious bedroom.

When he entered the room avoiding the attention of the man in the dark, the child was being suppressed and tortured. The child was naked, his slender neck was pinched by a pair of big hands, his face was bruised, and he was about to suffocate to death.

When Wen Junyao saw this scene, without thinking, he took the pillow-sized jade cabbage next to him and hit the man on the back of the head.

He had never run so fast before. He took off his robe, wrapped the child in his arms, and took him out as fast as he could.

At that time, he couldn't help but regret that he didn't practice diligently, so that he was still timid to save others.

He ran all the way to the next town, and by the time he found an inn to rest, the child had already passed out.

The child's body was hot, his skin was red, there was no flesh anywhere on his body, there were whip wounds on his back, burns on his abdomen, and his feet were bloody.

He didn't rest all night and took good care of the child. It wasn't until the next morning that the child got better. The child woke up very weak and lay motionless on the bed, staring at him warily and not speaking.

Seeing that the child was really pitiful, Wen Junyao decided to bring him back to the sect. It would be best if he had cultivation qualifications. If not, he could live a good life as a handyman disciple.

After getting along with him for a few days, the child lowered his guard against him. He asked the child what his name was. The child remained silent for a while, then opened his mouth and uttered one syllable: "Wang..."

"King what?"

The child's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly make a sound: "King..."

Wen Junyao: "Is your surname Wang?"

The child looked at him with confusion, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He wanted to say that he had no name. Ever since he could remember, he had been called "bastard". Children would throw stones at him and call him a fatherless bastard. Adults would stare at him with strange eyes. He will also give him a piece of candy, take him to a building full of women, and then leave with the money...

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Junyao thought he was acquiescing, so he said, "Let me give you a name. What should I call you?"

There happened to be a scholar next door who was reading at that time, and the sound was clearly heard in their room.

"...the flowers have fragrance and the moon has shade..."

Wen Junyao's eyes lit up and he said: "Youyin, from now on you can call me Wang Youyin."

Wang Youyin turned his head and sneered, did the bastard have a name? No matter how good his name is, he is still the bastard!

After Wang Youyin was almost recovered, Wen Junyao returned home early and took him back to Tianyan Sect. After testing, the little guy's talent was excellent, even better than the sect's number one genius girl Meng Ziyue. , and he is a genius in all departments. No matter what he learns, it is easy.

They asked Wang Youyin to choose his master and study with him from then on. Looking at the row of highly respected figures in front of him, he pointed firmly at Wen Junyao, the person who brought him back.

Seeing his firm attitude, those people didn't say anything and handed him over to Wen Junyao for instruction, but also recorded him as their nominal disciple, wandering around the peaks every day to study.

But Wen Junyao still went out from time to time, and he left for a long time, sometimes for a year and a half, sometimes for more than ten years. Every time, he could only stand in front of the sect and watch his back as he left.

They spent very little time together. Occasionally, Wen Junyao came back, and Wang Youyin couldn't stay with him all the time. He had to go to various peaks to study. Until later, he completely mastered the art of divination, and would use it every time he had free time. Divination where Master has gone.

Perhaps Wen Junyao also realized that he was unqualified in teaching his apprentices and felt guilty for him. Even though he was imprisoned by his apprentices and was even forced to do all kinds of things that undermined a man's dignity, he never really hated him. Instead, he chose to run away and stayed in hiding for more than a hundred years.