How can quick travel be full of scumbags?

After leaving the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, there is still a short distance to the Wusi Pavilion, so Jian Shou melted a piece of talisman paper and used it to soar into the clouds.

As Jian Shou lightly stepped onto the clouds, the surrounding air became brighter and fresher. Wan Tujue took a few deep breaths with his aching lungs, feeling a little long-lost lust.

In his eyes, the miasma-shrouded back mountain became smaller and smaller, and farther and farther away from him, and he suddenly came back to his senses, now he really came out.

In the past, he always thought about it crazily, and often fantasized about who would rescue him, but over time, hope turned into disappointment, and in the end he never longed for someone to bring him out.

However, five years later, when he was dying, someone suddenly appeared and took him out. This person was called "the enemy".

Therefore, he didn't feel any gratitude at all, and he couldn't help but wonder what the purpose of this person was?How to deal with him after taking him out?

The pain in the wound, the resentment, and the rampant demon energy in his body made Wan Tengjue's eyes red with anger, and the violence and darkness in his eyes were obvious.

His tense body also trembled, as if he would pull himself up in the next second.

Jian Shou hugged him because he knew his abnormal reaction, and he frowned slightly because Wan Tengjue bit his shoulder.

Like a wild beast, with the terrifying force of tearing at the prey, the four sharpest canine teeth completely sank into the flesh, reaching the bone.

Pain, but soon became too numb to feel it, because the piece of flesh was dangerously crumbling, and it was about to be swallowed by Wan Tengjue, who had lost his mind.

Wan Tujue's mouth was full of the taste of blood, and it also filled his whole brain. The fishy and sweet taste was very attractive to him now.

So Wan Tengjue began to suck crazily, the blood went deep into the throat, as comfortable as if it penetrated all the limbs.

A comfortable sigh came from his ears, and Jian Shou, who wanted to shatter Wan Tujue's teeth, relaxed his tensed muscles.

Instead, he raised his palm and pressed Wan Tujue's back, and began to continuously deliver internal force to him.

This child has become demonized ahead of time, if no one clears up the demon energy in his body for him, he will definitely explode and die.

Jian Shou immediately took out a teleportation scroll from the storage ring, and directly transferred the two of them back to his main hall.

Almost the moment Jian Shou came back, Ku noticed the fluctuation of the breath in the hall, and there were others!

When he broke in, he saw pale-faced Jian Shou holding a child, the child was covered in blood and messed up, seemed to be unconscious, and even bit the Lord's left shoulder boldly!

Ku was worried about him, and anxiously called out "Master".

But Jian Shou shouted back: "Who allowed you to come in? Go out and watch!"

After Ku completely withdrew, Jian Shou immediately pinched Wan Tujue's chin open, and helped him sit on the bed with his eyes closed.

Waving his hand to put a protective cover around him, Jian Shou penetrated a ray of consciousness into Wan Tujue's body to channel his demon energy.

This is the most effective method, but it is also the most dangerous method. He is very easy to be backlashed, and soon Jian Shou's forehead is densely covered with cold sweat, and his thin lips are tightly pursed.

The devilish energy in Wan Tujue's body was too chaotic, which probably had something to do with his complicated emotions, but Jian Shou couldn't tell him to stop thinking about it.

Consciousness was constantly being squeezed out by Wan Qijue, causing Jian Shou's brain to tingle, and he turned his palms to inject a burst of true energy again, regardless of whether it would be backlashed.

Finally, the moment Wan Tujue calmed down, Jian Shou's brain suddenly went blank, and the pain of tearing his soul made him realize that he was still being backlashed, and both he and Wan Tujue fell on the bed.

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Wan Tengjue was born to be the only bloodline of Marquis Wan Teng, the only heir of Wusi Pavilion, with supreme status and glory.

He can read the best exercise secret books, can be taught by the best teacher, and has broken through in Qi refining at a young age, which is completely different from his peers.

Although Wan Tujue is young, his mind is very mature. He works hard to practice martial arts and gather Qi, hoping to get his father's praise.

Unfortunately not, Wan Tujue vaguely knew that his father valued him but didn't like him, and even refused to see him when he was seriously ill.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't sad, but he comforted himself that his father was a person with weak emotions, and he treated everyone the same.

But the change came so quickly, when Wan Tujue was six years old, a unique cauldron came to Wusi Pavilion.

The difference is not that he possesses peerless beauty, but that instead of dying on Wan Chenghou's bed, he lived in a separate courtyard.

Wan Chenghou often stayed in the wing room of the cauldron as if swearing his sovereignty. Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew that the cauldron was favored by his father.

It was something that the young Wan Tujue dreamed of but couldn't dream of, but it was so easily obtained by a humble cauldron who came out of nowhere, and he naturally hated him.

So Wan Tengjue did a stubborn and impulsive thing. He took his sword and went to find Jian Shou. From a distance, he could see a sycamore tree popping up in Jian's courtyard.

The flowering sycamore tree is light pink in color, lush and beautiful. Wan Tujue has never heard of such a big sycamore tree in Wusi Pavilion. It looks like it is thousands of years old.

Could it be that his father favored this cauldron and transplanted it specially for him?The child frowned maturely, with a bit of a sharp aura.

Jian Shou likes to lie on this tree, as if he can escape this disturbing reality with peace of mind. Although he was unconscious that night, he still has some memories after waking up.

He still remembered how he courted Wan Qihou profligately, and how Wan Qihou didn't touch him but channeled his inner strength instead.

Jian Shou's hand caressed the rough tree trunk, he didn't expect that Wan Chenghou really found this sycamore tree for him just because of his own ramblings.

Eyelids drooped slightly in doubt, should he believe Wan Chenghou's words?

Jian Shou's figure was hidden among the clumps of flowers and branches, and Wan Tengjue walked a little closer while holding the sword hilt tightly. The scene that greeted his eyes was an unforgettable painting in his life.

The man had a slender figure, lying lazily on the tree trunk, his clothes hanging down and fluttering like a fairy, with one hand resting on his head, and the other hand stroking the brown tree trunk, making his fingers look like jade.

The pink of the flower was reflected on the porcelain white face, tenderness and charm were in the brows, Jian Shou turned his head as if feeling something, his four eyes touched each other's hearts, it was their first meeting.

It is true that for Wan Tujue, who was still a child, this appearance was too shocking, enough for him to remember it in his heart.

The child's appearance was very similar to that of Wan Tujue, and even his dazed expression was somewhat serious, Jian Shou had a vague guess in his heart.

He flew down, walked in front of the child with light steps, and asked, "Are you the son of Marquis Wan?"

Wan Tengjue suddenly came back to his senses at this time, and shouted loudly: "Presumptuous, how dare you call your father by his first name, damn it!"

He secretly hated himself for being in a trance, for being confused by such lowly people, and he hated Jian Shou even more.

This child is too stern and introverted, but Jian Shou doesn't want to argue with him, he is just curious: "Why did you come back here, have you lost your way?"

Unexpectedly, Wan Tujue didn't want to answer him at all, but raised his sword and attacked him: "My highness is coming to kill you!"

The harsh words made Jian Shou frowned. Looking at the sword edge that was getting closer and closer to him, he had to draw out the soft sword at his waist to make a defensive posture.

Wan Teng's unique move was fierce, and Jian Shou's attitude became serious, but in the way of a gentleman, he did not kill him but gave in everywhere. Even so, Wan Teng could not hurt him at all.

Angrily, Wan Tengjue sacrificed his attack weapon, and the sword in his hand immediately transformed into a hundred sword lights and stabbed at Jian Shou.

Jian Shou was a little surprised. Using this kind of differentiation magic weapon was a risky move for this child, and he was too young to fully control it. If he resisted the counterattack by himself, he would definitely suffer backlash.

So Jian Shou chose to dodge, and stepped back quickly with his toes on the ground. He blocked the fatal blow with a wave of his sleeve, but all kinds of sword energy came through the air!

Immediately, Jian Shou's clothes were scratched, leaving glaring bloodstains on his white and tender skin, and his smooth and smooth long hair was also scattered, fluttering with the hunting sword wind.

With Jian Shou's slightly bewildered eyes, Wan Tujue couldn't help but suffocate, and asked loudly, "Why didn't you fight back?"

Jian Shou opened his mouth and was about to say something when he was interrupted by a sudden figure.

Wan Chenghou came on the wind, stepped on the residual sword energy still surrounding Jian Shou, and fell in front of Jian Shou, in an inexplicable protective gesture.

Wan Teng was a little scared by Wan Tenghou's awe-inspiring eyes, and murmured, "Father..."

Wan Chenghou pulled the corners of his mouth into a straight line and ignored him. Instead, he waved his palm, and a burst of strong coercion hit the child's body!

Wan Tengjue gritted his teeth, but he didn't back down a bit. A stream of blood slid down the corner of his mouth. Looking at his father's already indifferent face, his heart was chilled, and he felt deeply ironic.

Taking a last look at the man behind his father, he dragged his injured body back and left alone.

Jian Shou froze on the spot, his gaze was full of hatred and sharpness, as if he was being stared at coldly by a poisonous snake, so that Wan Chenghou didn't react when he took his wrist into the house later.

In the days that followed, Wan Chengjue seemed to be completely forgotten. He was so lonely that he didn't even have a servant to serve him. It seemed that he was completely abandoned by Wan Chenghou.

And he thought that the culprit of all this was that cauldron, a man who was born to be ridden by ten thousand people, and who was supposed to be ridden by ten thousand people, confused his father with his vicious face.

During this period of time, what he heard the most was that that person had gained some power again, and had the token to control the branch, and these things originally belonged to him!

One day two years later, the sad news came that his father died suddenly. Although time had diluted his feelings, he still heard about his father's death from others, and he never even saw his last face.

If it is said that Wan Tenghou died naturally, Wan Tengjue would never believe it, not to mention Wan Tenghou's strong body, but with his cultivation level that few people can match, he would not be easily injured, let alone a sudden death !

So the spearhead was aimed at Jian Shou again, but Wan Tujue couldn't see him at all. Instead, he was beaten up by his subordinates and thrown directly into the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain.

His subordinates are all vulgar wall grass, with the mentality of making things worse, thinking that the new pavilion will mainly throw Wan Qijue into the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, isn't it just to get rid of him quietly, and he will still live in that kind of place down?

For Wan Tujue's resistance, he directly took out the medicine to suppress his cultivation and forced him to take it. While beating him, he cursed and said:

"What are dying people struggling for? Now this Wusi Pavilion is our Lord Jane's world. If the Lord wants you to die, you have to die!"

Such words made Wan Tujue affirm that his father's death had something to do with Jian Shou!

He was firmly suppressed and had no power to fight back. His fists and feet landed on the flesh and bones, and he could even hear the sound of muscle tearing and bones breaking.

The corners of his lips were drawn coldly, and he was thrown into the back mountain like this. Sure enough, he didn't intend to let him live, did he?

With trembling hands, he reached his neck, tightly pinching the amber pendant, his mouth and nose were filled with the smell of blood, and he closed his eyes and swallowed it again.

People who were originally standing on the top of the mountain will only be more tragic when they fall, so that their bodies will be smashed to pieces.

But if he could, he didn't want to die in such a wimpy way. There was a deep light and a strong desire to survive in the eyes he opened again.

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Wan Tengjue didn't make the slightest movement after regaining consciousness, but first urged his internal force to circle his body veins, very good, there is no serious problem.

There are shallow and weak breathing sounds around him, as if he has fallen into a deep sleep or a coma?

Wan Tengjue turned around very lightly, the man was very close to him, and the warm breath could even touch the skin on his face.

He looked at him, Jian Shou's face was quiet and gentle, slender and long eyelashes covered two rows of shadows, there were tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, and his thin lips curled up without smiling.

Beautiful and wonderful, but there was no obsessive look in Wan Tujue's eyes, he just stretched out five fingers to clasp that white neck.

There was a terrifying cruelty in his eyes, and his fingers kept tightening, as long as he used a little more strength, the fragile part under his palm would snap off, and there would be no more simplicity in the world.

This consequence was too tempting, Wan Tujue felt faintly excited, and his tensed finger bones were about to fall, but at that moment, Jian Shou opened his eyes.

Those eyes were indifferent and ruthless, reflecting his own appearance, but also had the brilliance of amber.

Gorgeous and translucent, full of spring flowers.