Old state

When there is nothing, people pursue high-strength martial arts, prestige in the world, money and fame, and beauties.Wait until you have one, and then chase the next one.

Some say it's greed.

But in this world, everyone has something to want, be it fame or wealth or people, if you don't want anything, life is meaningless.

Just like Yang Zigui, when he was young, he wanted to practice the highest martial arts, fulfill his master's last wish, and protect the Demon Cult well.Later, all these were completed, and the Demon Cult no longer needed his protection.

The main reason is that righteous people are so useless that they can't even find the address of the Devil's Cult, and the left protectors are very strict in governing the teaching, and they usually don't allow congregants to leave the teaching at will.In recent years, no newcomers have joined the sect, and everyone in the sect knows each other well and has not left the valley for many years.To put it bluntly, everyone in this demon sect is very friendly and affectionate, and they are usually like a family, but on the side of the righteous way, there is endless intrigue and quarrel.

Zhengdao was too busy to take care of himself, and he did not forget to eliminate the demons. As the leader of the demon cult, Yang Zigui was the first to bear the brunt of it, and was pulled out from time to time as a slogan to inspire Kyushu.

Although every time I can't even see his face.

The leader felt that although it was a bit annoying, this group of righteous people was a rare pastime for him, and they came to relieve him from time to time.

Standing in front of his exquisite window, Yang Zigui sighed deeply.

Now, he has everything he wants and what he doesn't want, but he has nothing to do.

Although he is not too young, the present congregation is generally under his master's subordinates, and they can be regarded as watching him grow up.There are very few children in the Demon Cult, and everyone treats Yang Zigui like a child.To compensate him for his rough travels as a child, they searched for all the best things to dedicate to him.

In his room, the quilt is ice silk which is the most precious treasure of martial arts, and the potted plants by the window are Huiyang grass which can increase the internal strength of a Jiazi.The table is made of red sandalwood that exudes an elegant fragrance and a calming smell...Everyone who serves people who eat and use is all good.To put it bluntly, even the ninety-five-year-old on the throne can't compare to his exquisite and luxurious life.

He doesn't have to worry about food, and there are many capable people under his command. He doesn't need to make decisions about small things, only big things... The Demon Cult is so powerful that no one dares to mess with it, so there are no big things.He is the only one who can do this as a villain.

It may be that it is too boring to watch his life. Our wise master Yang, who is unrivaled in martial arts and martial arts, has crossed over.

He obviously slept on his big carved poplar bed before going to sleep, but when he woke up, he found himself in a cave. The pure white jacket he usually wore to sleep was replaced by his favorite blue robe with dark patterns of cloudscape. The fan that I always hold in my hand is pinned to my waist.He took out the fan and shook it a few times to see that everything in the weight was there.

Yang Zigui shook his fan, thinking seriously whether he had lost his memory.Otherwise, how could he be outside without knowing anything?

If it was said that he was robbed, but which robber would exchange the meat ticket for decent clothes and take away his weapon along with it?

Yang Zigui thought about it for a while, but couldn't think of a reason.He shrugged his shoulders and decided to let it go.

With his current martial arts attainments, he will never encounter any dead ends.

Soon, he knew that one should not be too rigid.

If ever there was a situation that he considered a dead end, it was probably now.

Thanks to the teacher's training, he does not hurt children.

So even if the child's attack is fierce and his moves are fatal, he can only dodge and not fight back.

Yang Zigui shook his fan and sighed.He walked in a good manner, never provoked the child, but he hit him indiscriminately when he came up, if he didn't dodge in time, he would have fallen for the little brat.

The leader, who was almost lost at the end of the festival, was very depressed.

"Hey, brat, you and I have no grievances or enmity, why do you want to kill this?" The depressed Yang Zigui tried to reason with the child.

The six or seven-year-old child on the opposite side didn't seem to hear anything, and just kept beating his head.

Yang Zigui sighed, turned sideways to avoid his heart-throwing hand: "It's not good for a child to strike so fiercely. You see, you are only six or seven years old, and you are at the age of acting like a spoiled child in the arms of your parents. You should be kind and soft-hearted." , not even willing to trample an ant to death, why are you so unreasonable?"

He is not only noisy, but also heart-piercing.

For such a big child, martial arts has already seen his door, but he has entered an evil path.And in this uninhabited mountain, he was covered with scars all by himself, there must be something unspeakable hidden in his life.He said this out of his mouth, not to mention that such a big child can't bear it, even adults in their 30s and [-]s must be burned with anger.

Sure enough, the child's eyes were ignited by anger, black and shiny.He pursed his lips, and his strikes became more and more fierce, but he still couldn't touch the corner of his opponent's clothes.

Yang Zigui easily dodged and waved his fan leisurely.With a wrong body, he saw the birthmark on the child.

It was well hidden under the clothes, but it shone brightly because of his growing emotional agitation.

The shape of the coiled dragon is very familiar to him. If he remembers correctly, it is exactly the pattern on the plaque hanging in the middle of the ancestral hall on the back mountain of the Demon Cult.

The one with this birthmark is Yang Caiqiong, the founding father of the Demon Cult.

This person who has been overly demonized in later generations, the patriarch of the cult who can cure children from crying at night, is now only a six or seven-year-old child.

This overly thin boy, covered in bruises, stared at him like a wolf.

Yang Zigui sighed, shook the fan twice, and suddenly threw it out, knocking Yang Caiqiong unconscious.

After all, he has been the leader of the Demon Cult for decades, a well-known master in the world, and he is not so old that he can't even beat a child.

He shook the fan he had taken back, held the child in one hand, and went down the mountain.