The cute sword breaks the sky!

However, Hong Lian saw that Master Xuanlu did not refute, and felt that she had hit the mark, and pulled Jianjian back, "I know! You have been talking for a long time, but you actually want to separate me and Jianjian?"

However, upon hearing this, Master Xuanlu said coldly and mockingly: "Who has nothing to do and will go to break up you?" Master Xuanlu looked cold, with disdain in his eyes, and said contemptuously: "It won't be long anyway, what do you mean? The brotherhood that is stronger than King Kong will also be automatically broken down."

But Honglian was still skeptical, he said suspiciously: "Don't you just have nothing to do? Now you have become a ghost, and you can't even eat."

"Even if I am not a ghost, I don't need to eat."

"But you can't even practice now, it's really pitiful."

"..." Master Xuanlu's expression turned even colder when he heard this.

"Forget it, I still have a lot of adults, so I won't bully you, ghost. However, since you know who my papa Mama is and hate me so much, why don't you just throw me to Papa Mama? If you do this, you Don't you feel relieved?"

"Yeah, I let you succeed, right?" Master Xuanlu knew at a glance that Honglian was using a radical method, and wanted to make a cliché,

"Give up, I won't tell you who Papa Mama is." If your momma knows about you at this moment, you mommy still won't vomit blood.

Thinking about it, Master Xuan Lu lowered his eyelashes slightly to cover the haze in his eyes, and clenched his fists hidden in his sleeves slightly.

If this little bastard's biological mother knew that this little bastard wanted to come to him, she would be very moved.

It's a pity that just being moved can't change the cruel reality and his miserable situation.

If this little bastard can quickly become stronger, maybe he can change his tragic fate?Although, this has been...

"Hateful!" Honglian pursed her lips, gritted her teeth with anger on her face.

"Hate me. If you don't meet the requirements of this seat for a day, you don't even want to know about your biological parents for a day."

As he said that, Master Xuan Lu ran back into the sword in an instant, and it turned into a gleaming white light.

"It's good to gnash your teeth!"

"Don't be angry." Jian stared at Honglian tenderly. He stretched out his hand, rubbed Honglian's little hand affectionately, and said slowly: "Master said so, I must have agreed with you." It seems that within a short period of time, the master , it will not hurt Honglian.I have to become stronger during this respite and surpass my master.The next time the master attacks Honglian again, he can't be so powerless again.

Unaware of Jianjian's careful thinking at all, Honglian just looked at the sky at 45 degrees and said angrily:

"Agreement? Who wants his approval?" Hong Lian seemed to think of something, and gritted her teeth, "I, I am stronger than him, so I don't need his approval."

"Yes, the boss is the most powerful."

"Hmph! Nonsense, if the boss and I are weak, you little brother will be even weaker!"

Hearing what Honglian said, Jian just felt very sweet in his heart.It turned out that Honglian wanted to become stronger because she didn't want to be looked down upon by others.

That's the way it is, but don't worry, Honglian, I will become stronger, stronger and stronger, and in the future, I will protect you so that you will not suffer any harm.

In this way, although Honglian refused to be taught by Master Xuanlu, if Honglian wanted to cultivate immortality and become stronger, he still had to be taught by Master Xuanlu. After all, no one else was willing to teach Honglian.

Moreover, Daoist Xuanlu is still holding information about Honglian's biological parents, and it is even more impossible for Honglian to let go of Daoist Xuanlu's words.

In this way, for the sake of words, Hong Lian had to wrong herself and went to Master Xuan Lun to get teaching.

In this way, Daoist Xuanlu gradually taught Honglian many tricks and many x cultivation methods, and Honglian began to cultivate immortals from then on.

Of course, this is all for later.

However, this also proves that it is really important to have a good teacher.

As a soul, Xuan Lu Daoist, like a ghost, floats out to teach Honglian every day, and he is more serious than teaching him the real apprentice Jian.

I don't know what the purpose of Xuanlu Daoist is, so serious and attentive.

Even the sword doesn't know what the real Xuanlu wants to do.

More important now, however, was the corpse.Hong Lian squatted beside the corpse, guarding the corpse, with a troubled expression on her face.

"How should we throw this body away? If other people see it, they will think that we killed him."

"Didn't you kill me?"

"...That's what you told us to kill."

"What can I do with my corpse? Since all the blood has been absorbed, there is no difficulty in dealing with the rest. Only a formula can solve it.

You, yes, it's you, what are you doing in a daze? "

"What do you want me to do?"

"You stepped forward and took out the storage bag at the waist of this seat, and then you murmured: The sky is empty.

This is the formula used to open a storage loan.

After you shout, throw the corpse into it.

In this way, you can solve the problem of corpses. "

"It's so simple, why didn't you say it before?"

"Did you ask me?"

"……did not ask."

"Next time remember to ask if you don't understand, I am not your roundworm, how do you know what you are thinking?"

"...I thought you were omnipotent."

"If this seat is omnipotent, I won't die. If this seat is omnipotent, the first thing this seat will do is to kill you."

"You always say you want to kill me, do you hate me that much?"

However, upon hearing this, Master Xuan Lu froze.

I saw Honglian in front of me with an innocent face, "I can't understand, why do you always want to kill me? Is it because I did something unreasonable?"

However, upon hearing his question, a fragment flashed in Xuan Lu's mind.

In a small courtyard, there was an angry boy with clenched fists and a young man in a tall man's robe.

"Master, why can't I contact him after he becomes the master?" The young man said angrily.

"What the teacher said is true. If you don't contact me again, don't contact me. Could it be that you are disobedient?" The young man frowned and said coldly.

"No! Master!" The boy trembled. He bit his lower lip tightly, as if thinking of something. In the end, he closed his eyes abruptly, lowered his head and growled: "I just can't understand! I can't understand why he became the master!" I can’t contact him anymore? Didn’t I have a good time with him? Master, you also said that I should always learn from him. He’s just becoming the master now, isn’t he? Why? Can't contact..."

However, before the words were finished, I heard,

"Snapped!"

A very painful slap in the face, which made this boy never forget this day.

On this day, the sky was very clear, and there were many birds singing cheerfully in my ears, just like the days when he and that man were playing in the forest, so peaceful and peaceful.

However, there was only a bone-chilling voice coming from the front,

"You can just do what the teacher said. If you insist on being so noisy, asking pointless things endlessly, and having no intention of cultivating, you can go to the outer door to clean it, and don't block the teacher's eyes here! The teacher accepted you as an apprentice because he thought you had the potential to cultivate immortality, if you have no intention of cultivating, you might as well give up your treasures of heaven and earth to your fellow apprentices."

After the master said this, the juniors and brothers who walked together came out from the forest on the side.

They looked at the boy with mocking and cold eyes.

They seem to be mocking the youth's stupidity and ignorance.

What else can the boy say?

What else could he say but bowed his head?

However, no one knew what flashed in those eyes on that drooping face.

A coldness and haze engulfed the eyes, and the warmth in the eyes completely disappeared.

He should have known a long time ago that there is no such thing as love on this journey of cultivating immortality.

Everyone cultivates immortals for the sake of longevity.

In order to live longer, some people would not hesitate to abandon their wives and children, and some would not hesitate to kill their wives and children, making them the souls under the sword, just to kill love and gain longevity.

At the end of the picture, the boy is walking alone in the forest, he raises his red and swollen face from the slap, and stares at the stream in the forest.

The stream is still so quiet and so clear.

However, the teenagers under the forest will no longer go together.

La Gougou's promise at that time was nothing but a lie.

"Will we be together forever?"

"Of course! Let's pull Gougou! After I become the master, I will come to you, every day."

"But aren't you very busy?"

"I came to see you secretly. Well, you will wait for me in the forest in the future, and I will definitely come. Absolutely! Even if I can't come in a day, within a week, I will definitely come! You wait for me!"

"Ok, I will wait for you!"

Therefore, even though the young man no longer believed in this promise, his immature heart still looked forward to his coming.

So, after that person was taken away, he sat in the stream in the forest every day, quietly listening to the sound of the bamboo forest beside him.

Day after day.

Until the day when it's time to go down the mountain to practice.

The boy turned into a handsome young man, and at this moment, his face was no longer as warm as before, but rather cold, colder than an iceberg.

He will no longer believe in anything.

Affection?

Heh, is such a ridiculous thing necessary to exist?

Love is nothing but something that increases pain.

Betrayal is bound to come.

That being the case, then, he will not look forward to it.

Without expectation, there will be no disappointment and pain.

In this way, perhaps it is the best choice for him.

Ruthless is always hurt by passion, since that's the case, he doesn't mind being a ruthless person.

I only hope that I will no longer be ruthlessly hurt.

The author has something to say:

Now that the end point has been set, the goal has been set, and the determination has been made.

So, all you need to do now is work hard.

I just hope that things will not backfire.

We will succeed, I firmly believe that, we also firmly believe.

For what else can we do in a world of loss but to believe?