The protagonist Gong is still reincarnated

At that time, my joy cannot be interrupted by anything.

It has been almost a year since I ate food cooked by my mother, although I learned this skill myself at Xuanji Gate.I have never been away from home for so long. A year ago, how I wanted to be a hero and escape my fate of taking the exam to become an official. At that moment, I wanted to push open the city gate and run home.

I have never thought about why the gate of the city, which has always been patrolled by soldiers, is empty and dead silent.

A hand was in front of me, and I looked at Mu Qi in confusion.

He looked very strange, his voice was trembling, and he said to me: "Zhou Yan, listen to me first."

He seldom calls me by my real name, and it didn't occur to me for a while what this meant.

"Brother, we can go back to my house and talk slowly! My mother may have ordered the cook to make breakfast."

I smiled and pushed his hand away, and strode forward to push open the city gate.

Mu Qi failed to stop me, maybe he knew, even if he stopped now, sooner or later I would know what was going on inside.

A blood-red ruin came into my eyes.

I blinked and rubbed again, it was still the ruins.

I tugged on Mu Qi's sleeve, "Brother, is there some kind of blindfold here..."

"No!" He lowered his head and replied. "I don't know either······"

The large expanse of blood red blocked my whole mind, I couldn't think of anything else, my eyes darkened, and my body seemed to fall backwards, Mu Qi quickly caught me.

"Zhou Yan!"

Why is this happening?Why is this happening?

A good city, my mother, my father, Shen Huan...

Gone, all gone!

I hugged Muqi, wept like crazy, then rushed out of his arms after a while, ran to my house, dug into the ruins, summoned [Bu Feixian], and treated it as Hacking everywhere like a shovel.

How can a cripple like me exist in this world?

Why don't you follow your parents and die!

As I knelt down and asked why God had treated me like this, a powerful force lifted me into the air, and my head was grabbed by a sharp claw.

Two blood-red eyes were facing me, and their owner smiled wildly.

"Is this kid?"

An old voice came from his arm, "It should be..."

The man did not know what kind of magic was cast on his arm, and the old voice cried out tragically.

"You still want to lie to me! This is a trash with five spirit roots!"

He grabbed my neck, [Bu Feixian] stood up and wanted to protect the lord, because the strength difference between the two sides was too great, he stepped under his feet, crushed like scrap copper and rotten iron.

My life is lost little by little, and maybe I will go to reunite with my parents in the next moment.

I closed my eyes, stopped struggling, and greeted the final outcome.

"Disciple of Xuanji Sect, leader, it is better for you not to interfere!"

A slightly familiar voice came to my ears.

The cold wind was blowing, and the sky was turning dizzy. The next moment I opened my eyes, I found that I was ordered to be special, no, it should be Lu Yingchao, and I was holding it in my hand.

"Lu Yingchao!"

The man in the blood red robe stepped back, looking at Lu Yingchao with hatred on his face.

At this moment, Master and Mu Qi, as well as the masters, Bu Youyin, shattered the space, and appeared around the two demon heads.

"Let go of Zhou Yan!"

After several years, the master saw his big apprentice again, and asked him for someone with a complex expression.

Lu Yingchao put away his sloppy attitude and sneered, "Want it? Get it yourself!"

After speaking, he threw me high into the sky and let my body fall uncontrollably.

Master immediately rushed down to catch me, but as soon as his hand reached the corner of my clothes, the devil on the other side took advantage of the danger and slapped his Yuan Orifice hard.

"【Netherworld Blood Demon Palm】?"

All the masters turned pale with shock, especially Master Pei. He gave the devil angrily a look, and directly summoned his natal sword [Suicheng] to rush up and fight with the devil.

"Gong Chuzhi! The centuries-old accounts between you and me should be settled today!"

He only had a late Yuanying cultivation, so he was no match for Gong Chuzhi, and the other masters hurried up to help him, but it was only a delay, not a complete victory.

The master master held the [Golden Pavilion] and was facing Lu Yingchao, fearing that he would make a move and join the battlefield.

In mid-air, Master held me tightly in his arms, flipped over, and turned his back down. When the two of us fell to the ground, I was not injured much, but he was almost unconscious.

Among all the elders, he is the only one with a golden core cultivation base.

Without hesitation, the master threw out all his defensive formations and rune artifacts.

"You go back first..."

"Master..."

I fell into darkness again, knowing that it was all illusory, but I couldn't help but fall into it.

I had strange dreams and it seemed like a long time ago.

What kept appearing before my eyes was someone I knew well, but I had never actually seen him.

He was dressed in a thin scarlet Taoist robe, and occasionally carried a jade flute and a cigarette stick by his side.

Through his eyes, I saw myself, many people, monks in green shirts, demon monks in white robes, sword immortals in white clothes, loose immortals in green clothes, idiots in official robes, and so on.

He was reclined on top of a huge golden banyan tree, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

I think he is lonely.

But I also thought of what Mu Qi said, "From the moment you set foot on the road of cultivating immortals, you should have expected such a day to come."

By the way, Mu Qi.

I stopped walking towards the man involuntarily.

The speed of the flow of mixed impressions gradually slowed down, and finally disappeared.

In the middle of the darkness where I was, a big tree appeared, only two sides were completely different.

On one side, it is a rich black red color, with luxuriant branches and leaves, deeply rooted; on the other side, cyan, green, and white leaves are mixed together in a mess, and the roots have been swallowed to the upper layer.

I walked to the other side of the tree, felt the rough bark, and closed my eyes.

All of this, darkness no longer exists in my heart, but it is not absolute light, I have entered a wonderful state, empty.

Something that I can't describe left my body. The leaves on the other side of the tree under my hand began to fall off crazily, and the roots recovered and stabbed down fiercely. Finally, the branches became bare.

Three babies appeared on the bare branches. Some of them had no eyes and some had no mouth. They jumped up and shouted, "Zhou Yan! Zhou Yan! Zhou Yan!"

I am Zhou Yan.

I was born here in Yancheng 13 years ago. My father is the lord of Yancheng, and my mother is the wife of the lord of Yancheng.I also have a foster brother named Shen Huan.

I am a member of the Xuanji sect, my master Song Han, my favorite person is the senior brother Mu Qi, and there are three senior brothers named Dai Rong, a romantic rival in love.

I am Zhou Yan.

"Zhou Yan..."

Master's startled voice finally woke me up.

I woke up like a newborn, and before I could get a good look at Master's face, he was struck flying by the palm of Lu Yingchao, who descended from the sky.

The other party looked at me ecstatically, and I looked at him motionless.

"Appeared!"

He said so to himself.

"How could this be?"

Just as shocked as my master were my uncles, Mu Qi, and the demon leader of the Yingtian Sect who wanted to strangle me to death just now.

"Zhou Yan! Let's go!"

Master seemed to be trying to understand something, he vomited blood, crawled over, slapped a Shunpo spell on my foot, hugged Lu Yingchao's legs, and knelt down in front of him.

"Let him go...he is your junior brother..."

The devil on the other side fought with my uncles for a long time, only to find that what he dreamed of was right in front of his eyes, he put them down and rushed to my side, but unfortunately he failed to achieve his wish.

Seeing this, Lu Yingchao wanted to take me away, but when he heard the bell ringing, the martial master's whole body changed, as if he was another person, and his spiritual power also increased to the level of Lu Qiping.

"Menghe, you also want to meddle in the affairs of my Demon Sect?"

Lu Ying said coldly.

The master master didn't say much, and directly drove the magic weapon, every time it was aimed at Lu's vitals.

Lu Ying scolded secretly, "Damn it!"

Immediately, he slapped me on the back, threw me to the master master, and ran away by himself.

On the ground, Master, who was supporting me, saw that I landed safely, with a bloody face, a smiling face, closed his eyes and fell down.

I crawled on top of his dead body, crying blood, trying to wake him, as he woke me, in vain.

"Master..."

The buds on that tree must have developed at this time.

Mu Qi held my shoulder, "Zhou Yan..."

I am sorry for your loss.

I knew he wanted to say these four words.

I neither ate nor drank, neither practiced nor rested, and squatted in front of the tomb they built for Master and the people in Yancheng.

Holding a spirit card in his arms.

The tomb was built on Tongxu Peak.

Master is dead, and I am the current Tongxu Peak Master.

The Xuanji Gate has opened a mountain guard array that deters the Demon Gate. As long as I stay in the sect, I will be safe.

The master retested my spiritual roots.

The natural dark spirit root that couldn't be more plump.

Can a person's spiritual roots change after they are formed?

None of us know why.

It's just that since then, my Immortal Physique has completely changed. Those spirit grasses and spirit beasts no longer reject me. No matter what method I cultivate, I am several times better than others.

But if the fate of a person can be changed, I am willing to take what I have later and exchange it for what I had before the disaster.

After that, I never dreamed of the person reclining on the banyan tree watching the moon.

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Volume Two: The Art of Everlasting Regret