After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

Han Qisheng brought him to a remote and old mountain hut. The location is relatively remote, and it is on the side of a wooded mountain. The lush forest hides it well, and it is difficult for a mortal without spiritual power to be found.

He put the person on the wooden bed steadily, and then took out another golden product Yirong Pill that he had prepared from his bosom, and also took a drop of blood from his heart, with a flash of white light, the two merged into one.

After letting Yan Lin take his clothes, in his eyes, the person on the bed instantly changed into his appearance, looking down at the person who was exactly like him, his handsome and handsome appearance was unwavering, and his dark eyes could not see Out of emotion.

"Let's go and say goodbye, I don't know if there is a chance to see you again."

The faint tone, like a sigh, dissipated in the air, but no one responded.

At this time, he still had another golden elixir with a faint light in his hand.

Perhaps for him, the word "friend" is still different.

When people lose too much, they will become panicked and can only cling to what they hold in their hands. If it was eight years ago, he might have made a choice without hesitation, but now...he doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes...

Clenching his hands tightly, the light of the elixir disappeared instantly, and then loosened the golden elixir, which turned into white ashes and gradually scattered along the white fingertips. He glanced around, raised his hand and knotted, a transparent The enchantment spread out from the palm.

.......

After a few hours.

Inside the mountain palace, in front of two three-person-high wooden doors, stood two black-clothed ghost-faced men beside them. Han Qisheng was standing in front of them. The two of them stared straight ahead, as if they were accustomed to his existence. At that time, he was followed by a 'Yan Lin'.

That 'Yan Lin' didn't speak, just opened a pair of eyes, looked at everything around him curiously, looked at him with a smile on his mouth, his eyes were clear and ignorant, but if you look closely, you will find that there is nothing in those eyes. Belonging to human emotions, the perfect smiling face seems to be wearing a mask.

Han Qisheng looked down at the ground.

The next moment, the door opened, and the sound of opening the door was a bit harsh in the quiet surroundings.

The two of them stood at the door, against the light. After a while, he raised his head, looked towards the dimly lit front, and walked in.

The dark golden hall is as quiet as a cold pool, with six black stone pillars in front of it, surrounded by three people. Even the sound of air currents in the spacious hall seems to be clear, empty, and the top is hollowed out and complex wooden carvings, smooth and clean The marble floor completely symmetrical the roof of the hall, and there are sixteen rows of steps directly in front of it, and above the steps is a black and gold throne.

Han Qisheng just glanced at it, then lowered his head.

A person is sitting, leaning on it leisurely.

The white gold-rimmed ghost face makes people hold their breath. The black brocade is like a crow's feather, and the thick long gown is draped on the dark golden seat. The overlapping of the two colors makes him unattainable. His tall body is like a high-ranking evil god , Compositely staring at the floating dust below.

The white fingertips tapped on the armrest, and the rhythmic sound seemed to be mixed with the heartbeat of the person who came.

Time was silent for a while, and Han Qisheng pursed his lips tightly due to the tense pressure. No matter how long it had passed or how many times he had seen this person, he seemed unable to look directly at him easily.

"Looked up."

A deep voice sounded, and Ren still felt shocked after not hearing it for a long time. Han Qisheng's eyes shook imperceptibly, his body ignored his will, he could only obey the voice, slowly raised his head, and looked at the person above.

The angle of looking up, the strong sense of condescending oppression, even through the white and golden ghost face, he can feel a cold gaze falling on his face, looking at him carefully, casually as if touching someone who is interested I can't see the other person's expression, everything seems mysterious, and the fear of the unknown has become instinctive.

Han Qisheng involuntarily tightened his breathing.

"I heard that you injured the person I sent a few hours ago?"

The light tone is leisurely, like a casual question, but the rhythm of speaking and the tapping of fingertips make a simple sentence dangerous and terrifying.

Han Qisheng said: "...Yes, he hides very deeply. I just need a little time. They don't need to take away a child from the mortal world."

Who he is is self-evident.

After a moment of silence, the other party's tone sank.

"You should know that all actions are my orders, and if you directly resist, you are disobeying me..."

"I don't have that much patience to wait forever... You and that child have been getting along well in the past eight years. It's inevitable that people will be fettered, but I didn't expect you to disobey me. It's because I have too few chips in my hand, right? "

The word "chip" made Han Qisheng's heart tighten.

Having been a puppet for so many years, he is familiar with his temper. He can't tolerate any sand in his eyes, and he doesn't like others to disobey him and resist him.

"Then, is this the person you gave me?"

The other party said another sentence.

The cold and deep eyes glanced at the smiling 'Yan Lin' through the mask, and then fell on Han Qisheng's body. The cold and deep voice took away the body's temperature, like a sharp knife out of its sheath, and it was placed on the neck, even if it was only for a short time. A few words also make people shudder.

Han Qisheng gritted his teeth: "...Yes."

"Hmph, interesting."

A deep chuckle suddenly came to mind in the quiet hall, but Han Qisheng felt a cold air blowing over him, his scalp went numb, and the hand beside him was suddenly clenched.

There was a sound of cloth rubbing against each other, and the person above stopped tapping their fingers and stood up slowly. The already terrifying sense of oppression became even greater.

Suddenly the person above suddenly disappeared!

The next moment, the tall figure flashed directly in front of Han Qisheng, and raised his hand to press Han Qisheng against the wall. The whole process was so fast that even the hem of his clothes never lifted!

Han Qisheng suddenly opened his eyes!

The other party's hand was firmly imprisoning his neck, and the strong force forced him to raise his head. The white neck drew a beautiful arc, and the fiery touch instantly shook his mind. The familiar feeling made him His hands gripped the shirt by his side.

The opponent bowed down slightly.

The line of sight under the mask seemed to be ignited by a raging fire to bring about a strong lethality. The cold and bloodthirsty coercion enveloped Han Qisheng, and he felt the other party's anger and displeasure.

"You are really getting more and more presumptuous."

He seemed to be able to see the mocking smile on the corner of the other party's mouth, which was cold and bloody.

"It's just such a puppet toy, even people in the out-of-body period can find it, and dare to fool me in front of me, it's not small."

"No, maybe I indulged you too much, and dared to fool me like this..."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Han Qisheng with a sharp gaze, raised his other hand and waved it lightly. The 'Yan Lin' standing next to him turned into a cloud of white smoke and dissipated in an instant without leaving any trace.

Han Qisheng looked at the mask in front of him, and his cheeks began to flush because of the suffocation of his breathing. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the person who disappeared, but his expression was calm, as if he had expected such a scene long ago.

Originally, he wanted to disguise himself as Yan Lin, but he suddenly changed his mind.

There should be a closure between them.

Seeing Han Qisheng struggling to breathe, he relaxed slightly, but the calmness in his eyes made him extremely displeased, and the sternness in the air was even heavier.

"You should know what happens when you cheat on me."

".....I know."

It may be cheaper for him to be wiped out.

"I know, that's easy to handle."

As he spoke, he raised his other hand, with the palm facing upwards, and a white light suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. The border of the white light was transparent, and the center was solid.

It's a soul—

Han Qisheng's pupils shrank suddenly when he saw this!

Almost without any thought, when he mentioned spiritual power, he wanted to shake off the shackles on his neck, and stretched out his hand to snatch it away from the white light!

But how could that person give him such a chance, directly throwing the white aura into the air, with a heavy hand, pressing the other hand on his shoulder, leaning forward, firmly holding the wall, the two bodies There are almost no gaps in between.

The terrifying gaze pierced his body like sharp iron nails, and his deep voice was without a trace of warmth, and he softly asked two words.

"want to?"

Han Qisheng looked at the front with red eyes, his expression was in a trance, his eyes were terrifying, deep and persistent, even crazy, and the surging emotions were like thick dark clouds.

"...You promised me that you would return her to me."

His voice trembled, but his emotions were uncontrollable.

The hand that imprisoned Han Qisheng's neck felt the beating of the palm, and the fingertips unconsciously rubbed against the fair skin, lingering and nostalgic, the deep voice was slightly hoarse, and the tone was much softer.

"I have said that it is on the premise that you are obedient, but you seem to have forgotten what you promised when I helped you retrieve your sister's soul from the ghost domain."

Han Qisheng's eyes froze.

What did you promise?

Yes he promised.

Those memories, those scenes, all the pictures flashed before my eyes one after another.

He was not alone, he had a biological sister.

It's called Han Yu.

He and Han Yu were abandoned since they were young, with no one to take care of them, so they could only live on the streets all day long, often without food, and sleeping in the wilderness. However, their siblings have different personalities. , very assertive in doing things.

Every time she begged for food, she stood in front, and sometimes even snatched food from the mouth of the vicious dog.

This kind of life lasted for several years. Knowing that they were fourteen or fifteen years old, they met a wandering immortal cultivator. .

They wandered for too long, they were afraid of poverty, they were afraid of hunger, they also hoped to have no worries about food and clothing, begging for the eyes of others, and naively thought that those rich people who spend money like water are the most powerful people in the world.

After a few days of explanation by the old man, he finally understood how small and ridiculous these wishes are. This world is bigger than they imagined, and it has a wider sky and more powerful people.

They are but the lowest dust in the well.

So there is such a chance to become a normal person, they naturally seize it!

But cultivators have their own principles, and casual cultivators are no exception. His inheritance can only be the same, not for the two. He will only have one apprentice in his life, so he can only choose one among the two brothers and sisters.

As for who it is, it is up to them to discuss.

He knew his weight, so he deliberately gave her the opportunity, but when he went to the old man the next day, the other party told him that his sister had given up. He begged the old man to give her one more chance, but the other party just shook his head, It is said that he pays attention to willingness, and refusing is refusing, and it is not beneficial to practice.If he wants to give up too, he won't force it.

Having said that, he dared not say anything more.

He was very angry at the time and wanted to find her to ask why.

But who knows that when faced with his rare angry appearance, she just smiled, waved her hand indifferently, and said in a relaxed tone.

"It doesn't matter to me, as long as my brother becomes stronger, I like to be free, but I don't like being restrained by others. It would be troublesome to have another master. Moreover, I know that my brother will definitely protect me."

"By the way, I will marry when I grow up. If I become a fairy, I will die forever. I don't want it."

"But……"

Before he could speak, she interrupted: "It's nothing but, could it be that my brother doesn't want me after becoming a fairy?"

"of course not!"

"Then it's fine. It's the same for both of us. Brother, you should accept it. Otherwise, if the immortal changes his mind, you won't have a chance."

There was no unwillingness in those eyes, they were full of joy, and the bright smiling face was like a gentle Hexi, bit by bit mixed into the heart, the heart that was originally empty and worried was soft.

She's right, it's the same when he becomes stronger, as long as he can protect her well, she can be happy forever, and she doesn't have to care about the rest.

Finally, he complied.

And gave her a promise.

"Brother will protect you, forever."

On the day he made the promise, he naively thought that he could really be her umbrella and protect her peace for the rest of her life, but the reality was another kind of cruelty.

At the beginning, with spiritual power, they can protect themselves, and the two of them no longer live a helpless and wandering life like before. However, the spiritual energy in the lower realm is thin, and if you want to improve your spiritual power, you must go to the mid-heaven realm. In order to gain a foothold, In order to take care of Xiaoyu, he must often travel between the two worlds.

In order to make her live a better life, every time he goes back from Zhongtian Realm, he will try his best to bring back as many things as he can.

When they were wandering, they received a lot of help from others. Xiaoyu was very grateful. Those who helped her all thought that they did not keep what he gave them, but wanted to repay the kindness as much as possible.

So except for the elixir of spirit grass, all others were given to those who had helped them at the beginning, and some were given to other poor people.

But he didn't know any of this.

People's hearts are difficult to guess. When they are in a high position, they sometimes feel sympathy and pity when they see people who are in a low position and living a miserable life. In a place higher than them, what will happen to them if they are given treasures that they will never get in their lifetime.

Some will be grateful, some will be jealous...

In the first year or two, it was okay, but in the third year, the surrounding voices began to change. Some people in the village began to gossip about her, and looked at her with contempt and disdain, as if she was doing something. It's the same with invisible people, but she doesn't think it's important, and she doesn't want to tell these people that her brother is a cultivator, which will only cause more trouble and distract him.

The opportunity that was finally obtained should not be wasted.

So Xiaoyu never mentioned these gossips in front of him. At that time, he was busy breaking through from qi training to foundation building, and he didn't notice anything wrong. In addition, he had a great need for spiritual energy, so he couldn't waste too much time. He had to retreat a period of time.

And during this time he cannot return to the lower realm.

Before leaving, he gave Xiaoyu some spiritual herbs and jade, and told her to stay at home obediently, and when he came back, as long as he succeeded in building the foundation, he would be able to take her with him all the time, and even take her to live in the mid-heaven realm.

She smiled and said hello.

But he didn't know that this walk was a farewell.

When he came back after successfully establishing the foundation, his home and people were gone. All he could see was the ruined walls and a piece of ashes, which was eerie, and there were some white ashes covered under the ashes.

Xiaoyu died.

Burned alive.

His world suddenly collapsed, as if all his hard work had lost its support, the darkness of despair was followed by resentment, he managed to get up, why suddenly there was nothing, in his mind, the memory of when she sent him away with a smile The face is so clear, the heart seems to be torn apart.

He began to look for the reason like crazy, and there was no news for half a month, until one day, he was walking in a crowded street in a daze, and met a man, and saw the jade pendant hanging on his waist.

He remembered that he gave it to Xiaoyu.

Almost without hesitation, he took that person away, took away his memory, and finally saw a scene that made him feel so painful.

Xiaoyu was trapped in a corner by several people, and others were rummaging in the room, her red eyes were full of greed, she struggled and shouted, the pained wailing in the humiliation was filled with blood, and her voice was hoarse at the back , faint like a firefly that was about to go out, but she kept calling 'Brother', and every sound of these two words touched his heart, his flesh and blood.

For the first time, he understood what it means to be overwhelmed with pain!

In the end, those people snatched all the things and burned them clean. The fire reflected on their faces, and he saw the chill and nausea all over the body of the evil spirits in the underworld.

It took him a month to find all the people who were scattered that day, and killed them with the most cruel means.

Looking at their begging faces and the blood flowing out of their bodies, he felt that it was not enough, and his hatred could not dissipate.

That night was filled with blood and wailing everywhere, and the faces of all of them before they died were deeply drawn in their minds. The faint smell of blood still lingers on the tip of their noses. The foundation is not stable, resulting in evil obstacles, this is what his master taught him on the first day he started.

But he doesn't regret it!

He just felt like he wasn't doing enough....

He wants to save her back, there is always a way in the universe, the vastness of the universe, and the vastness of cultivation!

Later, he brought Xiaoyu's ashes to the master and begged him to find a way.

But he was very resolute in his refusal, saying that everyone has his own destiny, the way of heaven cannot be done, life and death are predetermined, and no one can change it.

What's more, it's useless to beg him, he doesn't have a big sect, he's just a casual cultivator in the out-of-body period, and he doesn't have that kind of ability at all.

But he didn't believe it, and knelt in front of the door persistently for three days and three nights, only a sigh was still waiting.

"Cultivators don't have reincarnation after death, but mortals are different. After death, they will pass through the ghost realm and stay in the ghost realm for ten years. If you can find her in the ghost realm and bring her back, there is still a chance of life. However, the ghost realm The domain is extremely deadly, and if you don't have a cultivation level above the fusion stage, you will only be swallowed up and lose your mind."

The integration period is repaired....

There may not be ten people in the entire Zhongtian Realm, how can he find it as a small casual cultivator, and if he finds it, how can he pray...

So he began to practice desperately, day and night.

But at this time, he was helpless like a desperate person lost in a swamp, his body sank deeper and deeper, and his obsession became deeper and deeper.

But his hatred, his regret, his guilt, everything has become a high wall on the road of cultivation, hindering him.

After the golden core, he knew that he might not be able to break through again in his lifetime.

He sat blankly beside the ruins of the ruins. It was raining lightly, and it fell on the overgrown weeds. His clothes were completely wet, and he stared blankly at the water flow formed by the rainwater at his feet.

A pair of black-soled golden boots appeared in sight.

"Do you want to bring her back?" A deep voice sounded from the front.

He didn't respond.

"I'll help you get her soul back from the ghosts. Why, it's been nine years now, and in a few days, the soul will dissipate, and you will have nothing to do."

The empty and dull eyes moved slightly.

His stiff body finally reacted, and slowly raised his head, letting the rain hit his face, his eyes fixed on the man in black clothes with a ghost face in front of him.

Jiu Jiuwei's voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "...as long as I can save her, I will promise anything."

He didn't even think about why this person appeared in front of him, why he knew about him, why he was willing to help him, as long as he could bring Xiaoyu back, he could give up everything.

"Okay, remember your promise."

The next moment he raised a long sword in his hand, and with a flick of the sword, a strand of Han Qisheng's hair fell on his palm, and then he directly split the space behind him, revealing a dark and terrifying vortex, and disappeared into the darkness.

Three days later, the man in black came back, holding a mass of white souls in his open hands.

The familiar feeling, the blood connection, he knew that this was really Xiaoyu's soul.

Crazy joy washed over his body, trembling uncontrollably, he wanted to stand up, but he didn't have any strength, so he could only stare at it with bloodshot eyes, and slowly stretched out his hand.

Just when they were about to meet, the other party shook hands.

"I did it, you...should you also fulfill your promise?" He spoke in a soft tone, with a trace of imperceptible fatigue, unlike the composure he had three days ago, his whole body was wrapped in darkness dead air.

His outstretched hand grabbed the hem of the opponent's clothes.

"....I promise....."

...........

Memories flooded in like a tide, the pictures from the past were as clear as yesterday, and those feelings of despair still lingering in my heart.

The pair of eyes under the mask have been watching Han Qisheng, taking every subtle expression of his into his eyes, looking at his confused eyes, struggle, fear, regret all emotions,

"Do you remember it?"

"But after all these years, I have done what I promised, you should return her to me..."