Record of Blood and Tears of Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 9 Inheritance Crazy Search

Lou Yue's voice was crisp and clear: "The pond is two feet long and vertical, so it can't accommodate both of us, master and apprentice? The master always avoids Yueer, don't you like Yueer?"

"As a teacher, I don't like to bathe with others." Qinghua said truthfully.

"Yue'er is not someone else." Lou Yue persisted.

"..."

"Master used to take Yue'er to bathe when he was a child."

"You were young then."

"I'm not old now, why not?"

Qinghua wants to say that there are princes who marry at the age of 12, how young are you?

Lou Yue went on to ask: "Is it true that when Yue'er grows up, the master should stop Yue'er?"

Qinghua's heart sank: Since when did the child notice this problem?

Qinghua doesn't want to lie to Lou Yue, he will leave sooner or later.

And if Lou Yue were to tell the truth, the child might have an uproar.

Lou Yue saw Qinghua's hesitation and dilemma.

The young man's heart sank little by little, and the thought of "the master doesn't want him" eroded his heart like a cancer, and it hurt more than a big gash in his heart.A stabbing pain came from the heart to the eye sockets, Xiaolou blinked harder, turned his back, picked up the clothes, and jumped out of the back hill in two jumps.Wherever he passed, the flowers and plants were withered, and the branches of the trees were broken.

In the past two years, Lou Yue's temper has become tense.When Qinghua saw the situation, he secretly yelled that he was not good, and stepped forward to chase after him.

Lou Yue headed towards the East China Sea, within the sea area, even Qinghua's Heavenly Emperor cultivation was not able to easily catch up with Lou Yue.

When Qinghua caught up, the ten mile beach was full of huge waves, and the fish and shrimp disappeared.

Qinghua stared intently, and saw above the waves, a young man in black clothes and red belt holding a long sword, pointing proudly at the East China Sea.

Qinghua shouted: "Lou Yue, don't be fooled."

On the contrary, Lou Yue went even further into the deep sea.

Qinghua chased after him.

Although Lou Yue is only ten years old, but he is the spirit of Zhenhai, once he enters the sea, even ordinary gods will not be able to catch up with him.

Qinghua has practiced for 800 years in the mortal world, and his cultivation has reached the realm of the emperor of heaven, which is several hundred times higher than that of ordinary immortals.Even so, Qinghua spent a lot of effort chasing Louyue.

The spirit of Zhenhai is disturbing the sea, and the sea is full of violent winds and waves roaring to the sky. Qinghua picked up Louyue's collar amidst the waves and water knives, scolded him "nonsense", carried him back to Zhenhai Tower, threw him on the ground, and pointed at Louyue, Furiously, he said: "As Zhenhai Tower, I have been doing so much mischief, so I can't protect you as a teacher!"

Lou Yue pouted his head and stared at a pair of star eyes: "Master has already decided not to get Yueer, what's the difference between protecting and not protecting!"

Lou Yue's eyes were pink, he raised his head to prevent the tears from streaming down.His expression was stubborn and aggrieved.

It turned out that the child really knew that I was leaving all along—Qinghua's heart softened, and he let go of his anger, only to find that the boy's body was covered with injuries on his hands.

The child he raised since he was a child has never suffered a little bit of grievance and pain. Lou Yue's messy wounds came into view, and Qinghua's heart ached.

While being angry at the child for doing anything wrong, at the same time feeling sorry for the child with bruises all over his body.His brows were frowned—the past few years of taking care of the child, he has aged faster than the previous thousands of years.

Finally he let out a sigh of relief, fighting with himself in his heart.

The fierceness of beating the child and the soft heart of coaxing the child were reconciled into a bowl of lukewarm hot water.

Qinghua forced himself to calm down, walked over, and squatted down.

The child did not resist as he expected, the child just stared at his master with red eyes, let the master take away the wooden sword in his hand, and let the master meekly inspect the wound.

The long wooden sword lay quietly on the ground, the blade was smooth and clean.That was the wooden sword that Qinghua made for him recently, and it was made from the root of the oldest tree on Yuefeng Mountain.

Qinghua glanced at the wooden sword, and felt sad: The child hurt himself all over, but he was not willing to lose a single burr from the wooden sword given by the master; if the child messed around again, he just wanted to get the master to comfort him.

Qinghua felt his eyes a little sore.

The eyes of both master and apprentice are a little red.

Lou Yue's stature is half a head taller than that of ordinary ten-year-old children, and his mind is longer, which can catch up with fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys.At this time, he is ignorantly attached to his master, he only has his master in his heart, and he regards his words and deeds more than the sky. Whether he is self-willed or messy, he only wants his master to be close to him.

His secret worry—the master will leave him eventually.

He is Zhenhai Louling, no matter how powerful Louling is, he cannot do without the Loubody.

His building is in Yuefeng Mountain, and he cannot do without Yuefeng Mountain in his life no matter what.

Yuefengshan Zhenhai Tower gave birth to his life, which is like his parents to him; while Yuefengshan Zhenhai Tower restricts his steps, it is like a cage to him.

Since he was sensible, he knew that he could only stay here for the rest of his life; and his master, who was an extraordinary god, would leave sooner or later.

He realized more and more deeply that Yuefeng Mountain is not the destination of his master.

Yuefeng Mountain without a master...

Lou Yue's sensitive heart was desperate and fearful more than once.

Qinghua took off the accessory on his waist, a small black iron sword.

The small sword was held in the palm, and it gradually grew larger, reaching half a person's height.

Qinghua handed the sword to Lou Yue: "This is the Zhenhai Sword, handed down by Lou Zonglou Zhenhai of Zhenhai Lou. I have kept this sword for many years. Now that you are able to control the sword, I entrust this sword to you. From now on, you will hold the Zhenhai Sword. As Zhenhai Louling, you should do your duty faithfully, like your Louzong, be the Zhenhailing praised by the people, don't let your teacher down, let alone let your teacher look down on you."

Lou Yue nodded every time he heard a sentence.

The young boy solemnly accepted the long sword, the black gold long sword, the body of the sword was complicatedly written, and the strokes were simple and vigorous.

Xiaolou's expression became more solemn than ever before. When he held the long sword, his whole body shook suddenly. Lou Zhenhai's wisp of consciousness left in the sword was engraved with the century-old Zhenhailou inheritance unsealed!

Lou Yue remained silent on the spot, with long and deep eyes, not like a ten-year-old child at all.

A seascape of more than a hundred years flashed through his mind, the raging waves, the raging sea and the sky, a man in a black robe and a red tuft standing quietly at the tide, his sword was as bright as a stick, his eyes were like stars, and those eyes looked into the small building after a hundred years of time. In the consciousness, Xiaolou knelt down involuntarily and called out "Lou Zong".

When he raised his head again, there was a red heart between his eyebrows, its color was like blood, and its luster was like rouge.

That is the seal of Zhenhai Building.

Qinghua was stunned in place. At that moment just now, he seemed to hear Lou Zhenhai's voice, like a sash stroking, like a sigh in his ear, that voice penetrated into Qinghua's consciousness through more than 100 years, Qinghua suddenly Stand up and take two steps forward: "Brother Lou?"

Where is there anyone to answer him.

Tonight, what night, who is today?Qinghua stood there stunned, feeling a great pain in his heart——Brother Lou, you must be Ziwei, why didn't you recognize me back then?

Qinghua felt a pain in his chest, and his blood surged. He stroked his heart and remained silent for a while. When he turned around again, Xiaolou still knelt in front of the building with a solemn expression.

inherited.

This is the inheritance of Zhenhailou's spiritual veins.

Even Qinghua, as Lou Yue's master, can only be a bystander in front of Lou Ling's inheritance.

With a throbbing pain in his chest, he jumped on the spot and arrived at Zhenhai's tomb.

The Zhenhai tomb is where he sleeps every day.

He has guarded the Zhenhai tomb for more than 100 years, and he is haunted by dreaming every night. It is not so much guarding the tomb as self-torture.

Knowing that Zhenhai is gone, he guards a pile of rotten wood in a self-deceiving manner, engraving Ziwei's name on every piece of wood, and every knife seems to be engraved on his heart.

His heart is riddled with holes, sometimes turbulent, sometimes dead silent, gradually unable to let him make decisions.

Heart demon!

Qinghua knew from the day when the heart demon was born that at this moment the heart demon was devouring his mind, his mind was torn apart, his will was invaded, and he could clearly feel every bite.In the beginning, he could completely kill his mind with one hand, but he didn't.

With Qinghua's authentic Pangu bloodline, it was originally invulnerable to demonic poison.

however……

Rather than wandering for thousands of years clearly, it is better to search chaotically.

Without the inner demon, Qinghua would not be able to keep Ziwei's appearance clearly in his consciousness, and the inner demon turned into Ziwei's example to smile at him and anger at him, which was his only consolation in the millennium of suffering.

With a "poof", Qinghua spat out a mouthful of blood.

His consciousness gradually became clear.

"Brother Lou, are you here to persuade me on Ziwei's behalf?" Qinghua thought in a daze.

Lou Yue woke up from the inheritance.

Like a dream, a set of swords danced in the dream.That set of swords is the same as the Zhenhai sword that his master taught him, but it seems to be a little different.

Looking up, there is a bright red between the eyebrows, which is dazzling.

His eyes gradually cleared up, he moved his fingers, the hand holding the sword was so tight that it hurt, his fingers gradually relaxed, and he was able to look around.

What about the master?

Fangcai Qinghua's last two sentences - don't let the teacher down, let alone let the teacher look down on you.

Lou Yue remembered it deeply.

He searched around for a few times, but couldn't find his master. Finally, he sat outside Zhenhai's tomb, took out his sword, drew half a stroke on the ground with the tip of the sword, stopped suddenly, took back the sword, propped his head on the sword, lowered his eyes, and said no. noisy.

Qinghua was startled when he came out, the child raised his eyes when he heard the movement, those black pupils were pure and transparent as if they could penetrate the whole world, now there was only one figure in those pupils.

Qinghua frowned, feeling a little strange in his heart.

After squinting and looking at the child carefully, he found that there was a melancholy in those eyes that did not match his age.

Although Lou Yue is attached to Qinghua, as long as Qinghua enters Zhenhai Tomb, Lou Yue will stop following him.When Lou Yue was younger, he often clamored to sleep with his master in Zhenhai Tomb, but Qinghua racked his brains to persuade him.When the building got bigger and bigger, he suddenly wanted to open it. Not only did he not clamor to follow into the Zhenhai Tomb, but he refused to step into the area around the Zhenhai Tomb.If you were in a hurry to find a master, you would sit on the outer edge of Zhenhai's tomb and knock the ground with a wooden sword. Not long after the knock, Qinghua would come out covering his ears.

This was the first time Qinghua saw Lou Yue sitting in front of the tomb.

At this moment, Qinghua looked at the wounded and melancholy Lou Yue, and realized for the first time that the child was a young boy.

He walked over and stretched out his hand, Xiaolou looked at the master and then at the hand more and more suspiciously, Qinghua nodded, Lou Yue's eyes lit up, as if afraid of Qinghua's repentance, he hurriedly stretched out his hand, the boy's hand was tightly clenched The master's hand, the master and the apprentice walked side by side to Zhenhai Tower.

Lou Yue asked: "Master, if Yue'er ascends to immortality, can he escape from Yuefeng Mountain and walk across the world with his sword?"