love yourself again

Ling Junwu was led into the cave of the ancient demon cultivators by a group of cultivators, the restraint was touched, and the purple ghost fire instantly ignited.

"The Ziming Youhuo can burn all three souls and seven souls. This demon has no chance of surviving. You all leave quickly, otherwise you will be affected by the Ziming Youhuo and lose your life in vain."

In an instant, there was no longer a cultivator in this ancient cave.

There was a person standing in the dark purple flames, the figure of that person was distorted and blurred. Such excruciating pain did not make the person shake a bit, the flesh and blood were burned and melted, and the powerful devilish energy flowed from the person. It overflowed and blended with the purple fire.

A gleam of spirit suddenly appeared in the empty eyes, and his spirit gradually returned to Ling Junwu's body, and the pain of extinction instantly hit his whole body, and he fell into the fire.

The memory of being a killing puppet for nearly a thousand years flooded into his mind. Ling Junwu screamed silently in pain. His own devilish energy and purple fire entangled his whole body, and his flesh and soul were burned. But at this moment, the flesh and blood no longer melted, and the soul no longer dissipated. .

When he was nine years old, his biological father found out that his biological mother was a spy sent by hostile forces. His purpose was to steal the spiritual skills passed down from the Ling family.

Father Ling was furious and wanted to kill Ling Junwu, but was stopped by the elders of the clan who used the Ling family's secret method to verify Ling Junwu's bloodline, and after confirming that the son was indeed a descendant of the Ling family, he spared Ling Junwu's life.

It's just that Ling's father no longer has a good impression of Ling Junwu, and let him fend for himself.

Ling Junwu has changed from a treasure in the palm of his parents to an abandoned child that everyone can bully. He is arrogant and self-willed to do whatever he wants on weekdays. After only a few days of bullying, his heart changes drastically.

When being bullied, he forbears and bears the revenge of his brothers and sisters who were bullied by him in the past. When fists and feet fall on his body, he no longer confronts each other.

Ling Junwu became a cowardly and cowardly person, and all the coquettish willfulness, arrogance and rudeness in his body disappeared.

One day, Ling Junwu disappeared in Ling's house. At this time, no one paid any attention to this worthless person.

Ling Junwu worshiped under the sect of cultivating immortals, and with his extraordinary aptitude and crazy cultivation, his cultivation level rose rapidly, occupying the name of a genius cultivator of the same level.

Thousands of years later, Broken Pill became a baby, stepped into the ranks of Nascent Soul cultivators, and took the position of an elder of the Immortal Sect, with a noble status and respected by others.

Unforeseen events happened, when he advanced to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he became obsessed, his whole body's cultivation base was abolished, and he was knocked down to the mortal world within a day.

Dragging his broken body to live in the world, three years later, Ling Junwu started to practice again with the magic cultivation method he got from the cave of an ancient cultivator.

This exercise is called Ni Xian Jue, it is extremely overbearing, and its cultivation speed is extremely fast, but the faster it is practiced, the greater the hidden dangers. All the ancient monks who practice this exercise will die of madness in the end.

During the cultivation process, his temperament gradually became irritable, his bloodthirsty became deeper and deeper, his sanity gradually lost, and he finally became a puppet who only knew how to kill.

Ling Junwu was no exception. He followed in the footsteps of those ancient monks. After a thousand years, he re-cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage. His cultivation base was higher than before, but he also completely lost his mind. In the stage of transformation into a god, there are few opponents with supernatural powers, so practitioners from all walks of life have no choice but to introduce this killing god into the cave of an ancient monk, and use Ziming Youhuo to kill him.

Ling Jun Wuxin has Qi Qiran, his life is over like this, he wants to shout loudly but can't make any sound, the fire burns his flesh and soul, with endless unwillingness to release all his cultivation, powerful strength and Ziming The ghostly fire is entangled together.

The cave of this unknown ancient monk was burned to the ground. The monks who came here to investigate later saw only a large empty area. The Ziming Youhuo was really overbearing and burned everything here.

"The world of comprehension has got rid of this demon, and it finally returned to calm!" A sigh reverberated for a long time, but how could the world of comprehension have a peaceful day?

Heavy snow fell, and the world was shrouded in ice and snow.

Outside an ordinary tribe, a wide river is covered with thick ice, and a layer of white snow has fallen on the ice. At first glance, it looks wide and flat, like a broad road leading to a beautiful world.

It was silent, and there was an unusual air lingering on the calm ice.

"Boom!" After a loud noise, a big hole was broken in the center of the ice surface, and the river water gushed out. After a while, the water surface calmed down with ripples.From a distance, it seems that a black hole suddenly appeared in this world, like the mouth of a monster waiting to devour its prey.

A pale hand suddenly stretched out from the bottom of the water, gripping tightly on the edge of the ice, and then a handsome face appeared from the bottom of the water, with a magical and fatal attraction.

Holding the edge of the ice with both hands to come out of the water, his black hair clings to his cheeks and neck, most of his body from the chest down is still soaked in the icy cold river water, his eyes look around in confusion.

The snowflakes floated into the eyes, icy cold, slowly crawled out of the water, sat on the ice, stared blankly at the snowflakes all over the sky: "Where is this...?"

Children's laughter and cursing came from the exquisite courtyard.

"Ling Junwu, aren't you amazing? Hahaha!"

"Let you bully me before, let's see if daddy decides for you or not!"

"Little liar, your mother is a big liar, and you are a little liar!"

An eight or nine-year-old boy curled up on the ground, holding his head tightly with his hands, letting the fists and feet around him fall on him.

Feeling the pain in his body, Ling Junwu lying on the ground had red eyes with hatred, and one day he will get back these twice as much!Woo... It really hurts. Although I have bullied these brothers and sisters in the past, I just robbed them of a little stuff and never touched them. It is really bullied by dogs.

There were tears in his eyes, and he held on tightly to prevent them from falling out. He must not be seen by these bastards who fell into trouble, or they would definitely laugh at him.

"Let's go! It's not good to be seen by others..."

"What's the matter, this little bastard Ling Junwu usually relies on his father to like him, but now his father finally sees his true colors!" An older child looked aggrieved.

Several people looked at each other, looked around, and dispersed.

"Hey! Why are you all leaving!" The big boy kicked Ling Junwu again angrily, glanced around, and ran away.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, Ling Junwu sat up from the ground, some snow was still on his hair and face, and he sat alone on the ground, his eyes were filled with tears, and the bean-sized beads fell one by one down.

Seeing no one around, Ling Junwu burst into tears, choking with grievance and choking.

A thick and big tree stands outside the tribe's wall. Few people from the tribe come out in heavy snow days, and it is very quiet here.

Sitting on a branch of a tree was a handsome man, his long black hair was tied casually with a headband, and his snow-white clothes almost blended in with his surroundings. There was a simple mirror hanging in front of the man, and in the mirror, several children appeared to each other. They watched the picture of a boy who fell to the ground surrounded by them being punched and kicked.

A slender hand like white jade stroked the mirror, gently touching the beaten child with its fingers: "Ling Junwu, from today onwards my name is Huisheng! We will meet soon."

The boy in the mirror suddenly burst into tears, and stopped on the mirror as he was about to leave: "Why don't I remember that I cried before? Could it be that it's been too long, so I've forgotten it? That's all!"

After closing the "Love Mirror", Ling Huisheng's figure disappeared from the tree.The tribe was still peaceful, except that they occasionally heard people discussing a few words about the cultivator who had the appearance of a fairy.

"Why haven't I seen the immortal master in the past two days?"

"Probably the immortal master has already left!"

Ling Huisheng stood in the sky and looked down at the Ling family. The gorgeous buildings occupied a huge area. They were the largest cultivating family in this small city, but the people with the highest cultivation in this city were only Jindanqi.

His eyes moved to an exquisite small courtyard. His father had never entered that courtyard since his mother left. Now Ling Junwu is the only one in this courtyard.

"Who dares to behave wildly in my Ling family!" A yell like a bolt from the blue resounded through the sky.

Ling Huisheng flicked his sleeves and disappeared into the sky, and instantly appeared in Ling Junwu's small courtyard.

The elders of the Ling family appeared in this exquisite small courtyard with the coercion of a monstrous Golden Core cultivator, and looked at the veiled man standing in the middle of the courtyard: "I don't know why you have broken into my Ling's house?"

"Passing by here, I saw this child and felt destined, and I loved it very much, but I was rude and disturbed your house, please forgive me." Ling Huisheng pointed at the door with a knuckle finger. Ling Junwu squatted on the threshold in fright.

Seeing Ling Junwu's embarrassment, the elder felt a little more disgusted with this descendant of the Ling family.

Ling Huisheng smiled faintly in his heart. As expected, the Ling family valued face the most, and they were so harsh on a child.

"I want to take this child as a disciple, but I wonder if this senior can make it happen?"

"This..." The elder glanced secretly at Ling Huisheng's cultivation. He was only a practitioner of the Dzogchen Qi training period, and he had not even entered the foundation establishment period. It can't do much, "Although this child is a bit naughty, but after all, he is a descendant of my Ling family, so how can he trust a stranger?"

Ling Huisheng sneered in his heart, and the corners of his lips covered by the veil curled up, forming a sarcasm: "Here is a thousand-year-old longevity grass that I got by chance, why don't I honor it to seniors, I really like this child, and I will definitely love it." He loves him very much, so don't worry, senior."

The elder looked at a pitch-black spirit grass lying quietly in the jade box opened in Ling Huisheng's hand, and his breath stagnated.

This longevity grass can be used to increase the lifespan of a cultivator. In terms of my current situation, I am afraid that it is hopeless to step into the Nascent Soul stage, and in a few decades, my lifespan will be exhausted, and I will fall. Grass can add another hundred years of life.It's just a mere descendant of the Ling family who was abandoned, and it would be a good use of everything in exchange for this thousand-year-old longevity grass.

"It seems that fellow daoist really likes this child. Since fellow daoist is so caring, this child should be taught by fellow daoist!" The elder took the jade box thrown by Ling Huisheng unceremoniously, and turned his head to look at Ling Junwu lovingly with a smile. , "Son, this immortal will be your master from now on, why don't you come over to greet your master!"

Ling Junwu hid most of his body behind the door, only showing his head to watch what happened in the yard, but he was sold within a few quarters of an hour?

What kind of master, don't think that he is ignorant at a young age. A cultivator's spiritual aperture is opened early, how can he be fooled as easily as ordinary children, can he be fooled by just saying a few good words?wishful thinking!

"I don't want to go with this person! Where's my father? I want to find my father! Wow..." Ling Junwu's small hands were holding on to the door, tears streaming down his face, his pitiful look really made people feel distressed .

However, even if this elder is not hard-hearted, he will not be moved by this scene.

Ling Huisheng's clothes fluttered as he walked around, like a fairy who had fallen from the nine heavens, and the little Ling Junwu who looked at him was stunned by this infinite style.

A pure white veil touched the skin, and wiped it gently on the face. Ling Junwu stared blankly at the strange man with his small face up, forgetting to cry.

"follow me!"