Heaven is fearless

The gate was opened with a bang, and a silent wind blew up in the deep ancestral hall, gathering countless small vortexes invisible to the naked eye on the ground, driving the drapes hanging everywhere to flutter and float as if they were alive. Swaying shadows swayed in the ancestral hall.

Even though it is the daytime with the scorching sun hanging, the ancestral hall seems to be filled with a dark night that never sees the sun. Thousands of lights illuminate this dark place in the world. Silently arranged like a barren forest, the words written in golden ink cast thick and obscure shadows under the heavy lights, like undead who do not want to be reincarnated hovering on it, making hollow and cold laughter in the invisible other life.

Tu Zhao stood in the sunlight outside the ancestral hall, his body was warmed by the light, but a chill came from nowhere in his heart, the chill wrapped around his spine like a snake, hissed and spat out a long Snake letter.

There were only a few people in the ancestral hall, and Tu Zhao's eyes swept over them one by one. These people were of different heights, fat and thin, men and women, even children less than waist height and beautiful women. The only thing they had in common was probably old.

Yes, old.

Whether it is an immature child or a smiling beauty, under the plump skin and youthful beauty, those eyes are exactly the same with a thick and chaotic sense of aging, as if being ruthlessly run over by the gears of the years, with the setting sun These eyes are not at all disobedient when placed on the old man's face, but when they appear on a young child, they give people a sense of creepiness.

Tu Zhao looked at them, but suddenly remembered the immortal who was meditating in the main courtyard at the moment.

The immortal who lived at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, accompanied by the mountains, rivers and sky, has lived for thousands of years, but his eyes are completely clear, and there is a frost-like chill inside, and the frost and snow are also at the same time. It froze the clear heart of the sword, allowing him to go through a long time and still be like a child.

The sword fairy in the sky loves the Kunlun wind and snow, and also loves the lights of Wanjia.

——That was his master.

Tu Zhao thought in his heart with a little secret pride, and his gaze towards the people in the ancestral hall became peaceful.

The great elder leaning on the long crutches glanced around the young man outside the door in surprise. Just for a moment, he seemed to sense a strange change in the other party, as if something magnificent had descended on him. Even if it's only for a brief moment.

Communication world?

This thought flashed through the Great Elder's mind, and was soon suppressed by himself.

No, it's impossible, this is just a 15-year-old boy, and he hasn't even opened his veins yet. How can he do things that countless geniuses can't do?

The immortal who was far away in the main courtyard of Tu's mansion opened his eyes and looked here thoughtfully: "Is he thinking of me?"

Communication between heaven and earth sounds like a rather miraculous thing, but from the perspective of heaven...

The literal meaning of communicating with heaven and earth is to talk to heaven.

Countless cultivators try their best to get the opportunity to touch the way of heaven and the law, so as to improve their cultivation base and conform to the law of Taoism, but they will never get such an opportunity in their whole life, but for these few For the son of luck...

As long as they follow the words and actions of their master, they will be in line with the Tao and the law, and truly "communicate with the world".

After all, who else can understand himself better than Tiandao?

And who can understand the seven truths that it has differentiated better than Tiandao?

Tu Zhao just thought about Sword Master Ming Xiao for a while, and before he even went deep into it, he had reached the level of communicating with heaven and earth. The "communicating" Heavenly Dao looked over there curiously, and didn't do any further research. , Continue to close your eyes to heal the wound of this avatar.

The few people standing in the ancestral hall are the elders who have protected the Tu family all their lives. Most of them live deep in the ancestral hall and will not come out easily. They will only show up when meeting the new head of the family and the Tu family.

Of course he didn’t know about this omen, but he was not an ignorant child. When he saw the great elder, he faintly realized something, and stopped a few feet away from the ancestral hall, far away from the people in the ancestral hall. Looking.

"Son, come." The elder's gentle voice was like that of all loving grandfathers in the world. He waved to Tu Zhao and said with a smile, "These seniors are the guardians of our Tu family. You should come and see them." Yes, in the future you will need them to help you secure your position as Patriarch."

The premonition in Tu Zhao's heart came true.

But his face did not show the excitement that the Great Elder imagined, not even a trace of joy that could be detected by the naked eye——his face turned a little pale instead.

"... Where's Aying?"

The young man in front of the ancestral hall lowered his voice and asked softly.

The Great Elder remained expressionless, and sighed with pity in his eyes: "A Ying is a good boy, but the Tu Clan cannot have a patriarch who has ties to the demon clan."

Tu Zhao's fingers twitched.

There can't be a child who has something to do with the demons, so when A Ying's life and death were uncertain, did they think about kicking A Ying out of the Tu clan?

——They loved A Ying so much before, and they loved and trusted him so much!

Tu Zhao didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, he just felt that these powerful people in front of him were very terrifying, even more terrifying than the bloodthirsty and ferocious demons mentioned in the scriptures.

"Just like before, what you did to me? I can't have a child who has something to do with the demons, so I can't even have my name on the family tree... Is it like this?" Tu Zhao looked at them, his voice unsteady , so hoarse that it was about to burst, there was a faint flame burning in the clean and transparent eyes.

The Great Elder frowned slightly at the resentment in his words, but he didn't take it to heart.

He had learned about the child's experience for the past 15 years before calling for Tu Zhao, so he fully understood his resentment, and he didn't expect to be able to resolve this resentment with a few words. If Tu Zhao let go so quickly, Instead, he had to think carefully about his decision.

"We did something wrong before." The high-ranking elder said to the child with apology, "Your name has been added to the family tree, and it is recorded in the head of the family. We will double what you didn't have in the past. The Tu family has been sorry for you for the past 15 years, but a cultivator has a long life, and you have a long, long time to witness our sincerity."

The white-haired old man tried his best to straighten his back, and said earnestly: "In the future, when you enter the Tao, you will find that there are too many things that need to override your personal emotions. Your family is your backing, and you can resent It, but you must not turn your back on it."

He seemed to have noticed the unmoved look in Tu Zhao's eyes, and said casually: "—Otherwise, what do you have to rely on to obtain a unique position beside the sword master?"

These words sounded like thunder, and Tu Zhao suddenly raised his eyes, staring into the eyes of the Great Elder.

The ancestor of the Tu family who looked like a child laughed. A small golden snake as thin as bamboo chopsticks was wrapped around his wrist. He was gently stroking the head of the small snake with his thumb, as if cherishing his most precious treasure: "Sword Master... that is the yearning of all cultivators in the cultivation world. When I was young, I also dreamed of being able to worship under Mingxiao Sword Master and be his personal disciple. If I had this opportunity at that time, I would dedicate my all Even if it is the power and wealth of a whole family, the old man will not blink."

His voice is also as clear and lively as a child's, which makes him a bit nondescript when he calls himself "Old Body".

Afterwards, he continued: "However, I can imagine that even now, if given this opportunity, there will be more aristocratic families and more behemoths. Be willing to do this."

The meaning behind his words was so clear that Tu Zhao didn't need to think about it at all.

There are so many, so many people who are willing to give everything to get a little favor from the sword master. They have countless wealth, great power, and precious things that ordinary people can't imagine. They are also geniuses who are one in a million ...These things were placed at the feet of the immortal, just begging to be able to get his gaze once.

And what does his omen have?

He has no long-term possessions, and he is alone in the world. He is only alone, and even this lonely body depends on Ming Xiao's protection to gain his current status.

Why did he think that the sword master would love and protect him for the rest of his life?

When Ming Xiao soars, or...or falls, at that time, he may be powerful enough to become the elder of Kunlun, but before that, the resources he can get, and the hardships and tribulations in the process of experience... he He can't rely on his master for everything, the Tu family is still his only home, the only place where he can come back.

The real world beyond imagination is terrifyingly real.

Tu Zhao's face was so pale that it almost lost all color.

This job is too cruel for a 15-year-old boy, tearing up all the truth, goodness and beauty, revealing the filthy and dark truths that have been entangled in the world for thousands of years, and telling him nakedly, try hard not to It will definitely succeed, and there are other more important things that can override it.

"Sword Master Ming Xiao is powerful and unrivaled in the world. If he is just a sword cultivator, then that's fine, but he also has the title of Sect Master Taisu. Suzerain, his words and deeds will have an unparalleled impact on the entire cultivation world, and the future Suzerain will inevitably be born among his disciples." The elder's tone was gentle, like a kind old man teaching his beloved descendants .

"The future master of the Taisu Sword Sect..." the Great Elder sighed deeply, "Do you know what that concept is?"

What kind of concept is that?

If there are so-called thrones and crowns in the cultivation world, then the person wearing this crown must be the Suzerain of Taisu Sword Sect, and can only be the suzerain of Taisu Sword Sect.

He is in charge of the most supreme authority in the cultivation world. Under the Sword Sect, there are hundreds of thousands of disciples scattered all over the mainland. Even the Sansao disciples of the outer sect can be feared by others with the name "Taisu Sword Sect".

Hundreds of cultivation families under Kunlun, even when the patriarch changes, need to notify the suzerain of Taisu Sword Sect to obtain permission, so that the new patriarch can obtain a certain amount of power.

What a terrible power this is.

What a coveted position.

"Sword Master Ming Xiao is the most outstanding suzerain of all dynasties, but even he must consider for the sect, he will have other disciples, behind those disciples there must be other behemoths, only you, only you, nothing .Do you think you can get this position by yourself?" the Great Elder asked him.

The dark clouds weighed heavily down, the sunlight in the sky was covered by the darkness that was about to rain, and the still wind suddenly became noisy. Seeing the bean-like lights in the ancestral hall faltering, the silent reflections of the spirit cards were shaken and elongated again, and the plain gauze curtains danced wildly in the sudden wind.

Tu Zhao's face was pale, and his eyes were as black as a pool.

He didn't answer this question, because he had never thought about the answer, and...he didn't dare to think about it.

How could he imagine that he could obtain all the love of Sword Master Mingxiao?

That is the sword fairy in the sky, guarding thousands of miles of mountains, rivers, lakes and seas with one sword, and protecting thousands of mortals under his clothes.

How dare he think that he can greedily and arrogantly possess the favorite love of the immortal who protects the world?

—that is blasphemy.

Tu Zhao thought of the fairy he saw before going out, sitting in the sun and closing his eyes, feeling bitter and dazed.

The Great Elder glanced at the sky, and said pointedly: "The wind is blowing, and the rain will be heavy, child, come in."

Tu Zhao moved his lips, and when the Great Elder thought he was about to admit defeat, the cultivator's good hearing allowed him to hear the faint refusal from the whistling wind like a mosquito.

"Do not."

Tu Zhao's voice was very soft, his whole body was trembling, he was trembling for his own resistance, and he was also trembling for not resisting.

Facing the olive branch of his family, facing the power and glory at his fingertips, the 15-year-old boy said with a trembling voice, "I don't want your charity."

"I will take what the master gives me, and I will not be greedy if the master doesn't give it to me. If I really want it, I will fight and grab it—have you ever robbed a beggar for food?"

Tu Zhao suddenly asked something else irrelevant, his eyes were bright, cold and quiet, like a frozen flame: "I have, I know how to grab things to survive, I also know that behind the bait thrown out by them, there is a more terrible price for me to pay..."

"I remember this after I was tricked out and broke a bone once. Now you give me this, what do you want me to pay?"

The corners of Tu Zhao's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He straightened his back and stood in front of this group of people who were much stronger than himself, in front of the screaming wind and the silent spirit card, softly Said, "You're going to take the last of me, aren't you?"

"I will never betray A Ying, I will never take what belongs to him, and you don't even want to take what belongs to me."

"Never."