Numerologist

In the fifth year since he was brought back to the snow field by his master, the young Mo Zifei stood in the enchantment warm as spring, looked at the pale world with snow falling outside, and asked his master in puzzlement, "Master, you said that all flowers bloom in spring. , is your favorite season, so why don't we live in spring?"

The master stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair reflected the snow outside the barrier, "This is the last piece of pure land. No one can break into the formation that Xueyuan set up for the master."

"Why don't we go down the mountain, and don't let the people from the mountain come up?" The young Mo Zifei tilted his head in thought, and when he caught a glimpse of the master's snow-white hair, he realized something, "It's because we are the monsters mentioned in the book, and we cannot be seen by mortals." Did you find it?"

The master turned around, looked at him tenderly with a pair of silver eyes, reached out and touched his head, "Why do you think so, we are not monsters. Teachers are gods, gods who protect the world. And you are As the teacher's apprentice, a mortal who is cultivating."

"Then will I become a god as powerful as Master in the future?" The young Mo Zifei looked at Master expectantly with his eyes shining brightly.

"As long as you practice obediently." The master smiled, reached out and tapped the young man's forehead.

The boy blinked slyly, said goodbye to the master, turned his head and ran quickly to the library.He remembered that there was a column in Zangshu Pavilion dedicated to introducing gods.

After flipping through row after row of books, the boy finally found what he wanted in a corner.It is written in the book: Dragon, a natural god, can avoid evil and pray for blessings, guarding the top of the sky and the abyss of the sea all the year round.

The illustrations on the side, antlers, fish scales, eagle claws... are very similar to the master's body that the young Mo Zifei accidentally encountered last time.

"It turns out that Master is the legendary Dragon God." The young man sat cross-legged on the pile of books, holding the book in his hand, with a smile in his eyes.It seems that knowing the master's real body brings him closer to the master.I feel happy inexplicably.

Covering his face with the book, he smirked for a while, and the boy continued to search for stories about the Dragon God.

Many books have described the legend about the dragon god.According to the book, dragons are an extremely kind race. In ancient times, demons and ghosts were rampant, and most of them preyed on mortals.Seeing the misery of mortals, the dragon god took the initiative to protect them.Legend has it that the dragon god has saved countless lives, so he is regarded as a god by ordinary people.

The boy nodded approvingly, "Master is indeed kind, otherwise he wouldn't have picked me up."

When he first met his master, he was only four years old, but he didn't have any previous memories. He didn't know who his parents were, and he didn't know why he appeared in a mess near the snow field.

But when the master saw that he was dying, he finally broke the rule of not taking anyone up the mountain and took him in.

"Master doesn't want to go down the mountain anymore. Maybe there are too many mortals worshiping Master down the mountain. After all, being liked by too many people is also a very troublesome thing." The young man tilted his head and said to himself, although he did not meet I have been to this kind of thing that is liked by many people, but for some reason he feels that he understands this feeling very well.

Flipping back again, he said in relief, "Fortunately, mortals can practice now, and demons and ghosts are not as rampant as in ancient times, so Master doesn't have to be busy saving people everywhere."

In the young man's mind, Master has always been a dragon god worshiped by mortals, an unattainable existence.Until the early spring when he was 12 years old, the boy secretly went down the mountain in order to surprise his master.

Master's birthday is very special, it only happens once every four years in Run Er month.

"Boss, do you sell pansies here?" The boy had a baby-fat face, his brows and eyes were curved, and his smile was as sweet as his voice.

Looking at the fair boy, the boss seemed to be infected by his smile, and his mood improved.If possible, the boss is willing to give the other party a pot of flowers for free, but unfortunately, he really doesn't have the flowers that the boy asked for.

"I don't have any here." The boss shook his head regretfully. Seeing the young man frowned and bit his lips, he pointed out, "Generally flower shops don't sell pansies. If you want to find pansies, my young master, I won't let you go to the grasslands in the northern suburbs." , there are quite a few wild pansies there."

"Thank you boss, God will bless you." The boy bowed happily and thanked him.

Pansy is not a precious flower species, and few people will cultivate it.The boy wants it because he knows the master likes it.

Master once said that there was a pansy in full bloom in the place where he was born, where it was warm like spring all year round and the flowers never withered.

The Northern Suburb Grassland is more than ten miles away from the town, but this distance is only a quarter of an hour for the half-immortal boy.

"It's so beautiful!" The young man was amazed by the scene in front of him.

A single pansy may be very ordinary, but when a large group of pansies come together, it is extremely dazzling and colorful.

It's just that before the young man quietly appreciates this beauty, he is ruthlessly ruined by others.

"catch him!"

"Use the Dragon Binding Lock!"

Accompanied by the two shouts, the sky suddenly darkened.

The young man looked up suspiciously, only to see a huge red dragon that covered the sky and slammed into the grassland precariously.

boom -

There was a loud noise, and bursts of smoke and dust were raised, and the bright pansies were crushed into mud.

An iron chain was wrapped around the giant scarlet dragon's body. One of the dragon's horns on the top of its head was broken, many hard scales peeled off, and there were fine wounds all over its body.There was also a tear in the abdomen, which was bleeding continuously.

The huge round eyeballs were covered with a layer of gray, and a big tear rolled down, begging: "Please let me go, I can pray for you, and help you fulfill your wishes."

The voice sounds a little immature, like a young female dragon who can't take shape yet.

"Blessing? Heh, I'd better save it for you to pray for yourself." The leading young man spat at the dragon, stepped on the dragon's head, and swung the long knife in his hand.

"Roar—" the giant dragon roared in pain, struggling to the point of death.

The young man suddenly felt a drop of warm water splashed on his face, and he wiped it with his hand stupidly, it was bright red.

Staring at the scene in front of him in astonishment, the young man heard his hoarse voice after a while, "Why did you kill her? Isn't the dragon a god that protects mortals?"

The young man in charge opened several openings in the neck of the giant dragon, and blood gushed out.The other dozens of people dragged on the iron chain desperately, suppressing the dragon's dying resistance, and did not start to divide the spoils until the dragon died completely.

A man with a scar cut off the remaining dragon horn, and after hearing what the young man said, he held the bloody dragon horn and walked up to the young man, "Boy, do you know what this is?"

He raised the dragon horn in front of the young man, and flaunted, "This is called a dragon horn, and it can be made into the sharpest weapon in the world. Just this dragon horn is a 500-year-old, immature young dragon. It has been sold for a high price of 7000 million gold, and if it is placed in the auction house, the price can be doubled."

"Old Liu, what are you talking to him about? You bastard who hasn't even grown his hair yet, you know nothing." Another bearded man with his dragon skin peeled off in half, turned his head and glared at them, sarcastically.

The man with the scar smiled and replied, "Isn't this educating the juniors?"

"Dragon, what a treasure. Dragon blood can cure all diseases; dragon meat can prolong life for a hundred years; dragon bone is the best material for refining weapons... This dragon is full of valuable treasures. Boy, practice hard , Joining the Dragon Hunter in the future, the future is boundless."

The man with the scar patted the boy's fair and tender face with his dragon horn a few times, and after a few words of training in the manner of a senior, he went back in a good mood and continued to share the spoils.

Blood was smeared on his cheeks, the boy didn't wipe it off, but just looked at them blankly.

He didn't understand why a mortal who was blessed by the dragon god could justly and confidently avenge his revenge?

As the sun set, the spoils were swept away and the dragon hunters left.

The boy still stood where he was, quietly looking at the crushed pansy, the remaining blood on the ground had faded to reddish brown.

It wasn't until night fell that the boy calmed down and picked up a lot of pansies a little further away.That day, he planted pansies on the grass in the snow field barrier, and looked at the stars with his master.

He didn't talk about what he had seen and heard at the foot of the mountain, and the master never asked.However, since then, he never asked the master why he didn't want people to go up the mountain, and he didn't want to go down the mountain.

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After reminiscing, Mo Zifei sneered, and looked up at He Kui with sarcasm in his eyes, "Is it a crime to conceive Bi? The world always likes to cover their greed with a fig leaf."

Standing up slowly, he wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth with his thumb. Mo Zifei tilted his head and said in a cold voice, "Garbage like you that only creates evil thoughts, is there any need to live in this world?"

The ink color in the pupils smudged, making it appear deeper and deeper, like cold and ruthless mechanical eyes.

"Seven strings are famous, called Siyuan."

Holding the phoenix tail of the lyre with one hand, he erected the lyre on the ground.A white light appeared in the palm, and the body of the zither contracted and changed with a clicking click. After a while, it turned into a wooden magic weapon that looked like a sword but not a sword, and a stick but not a stick.

Seeing his appearance, He Kui frowned, and sighed again, "Fellow Daoist, you've lost your mind." However, the eyes that looked at the lyre became even hotter.

However, Mo Zifei had long since lost the patience to pester them any longer, and as soon as Si Yuan came out, there was a gust of wind.

The hurricane went up to the sky and went down to the ground. In an instant, the wind and sand filled the sky, and the vegetation was blown away and caught in the eye of the storm.All the monks immediately raised their sleeves to cover their faces, so as to block the wind and sand from entering their eyes.

The dozen or so Golden Core cultivators with insufficient cultivation could not hold their bodies and were directly sucked into the hurricane.After a few screams, nothing could be seen, only the blood dripping down like rain told their ending.

"Ahhh——" The parrot was pulled by the force of the hurricane, and it struggled to hook Mo Zifei's robe with one paw.

The white fox got into the collar cleverly, and stretched out his hand to give the parrot a hand.

Mo Zifei didn't pay attention to the two cubs at all, and Si Yuan swung several hurricanes, raging across the ground.

One after another, more monks were involved in the hurricane, and the blood rained continuously, and the fishy smell became stronger and stronger.

Baihu looked at the scene in front of him that seemed to be the end of the world, and felt anxious, "No, it must not go on like this."

If this continues, his world will be destroyed by the fortune teller before it is destroyed by the devouring silkworm.