Cultivate the ruthless way for him

Zhang Yuan was trapped in the depths of the underground palace, kneeling while holding his sword, and couldn't bear to look any longer.

Couldn't bear to see how the monk's body dissipated in the young man's arms, couldn't bear to see how the young man knelt on the spot with the scales in his hands, in the clouds all over the sky.

The dark clouds dissipated, the torrential rain stopped, and the sky reappeared the color of celadon.

The villagers stood up supporting each other, looked at the direction where the monk disappeared, wept bitterly, and knelt down together.

"Xiao Zhaozhao."

Wang Er and his wife came over.

With tears in his eyes, he pulled the boy up and said, "Don't be afraid, go home with Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang, okay?"

With a snow-white face, Zhao Zhao stared blankly at the void, suddenly got up and pushed them away, and ran like crazy along the mountain road towards the village.

The thatched cottage is still there, and all the scenery in the courtyard remains the same.

Because of the heavy rain, all the fish in the water tank fell out, and the ducklings and lambs were screaming restlessly in the west room.

Zhao Zhao pushed open the fence door and ran all the way into the main room.

The charcoal fire in the room was still warm, and the bed was piled with new quilts and clothes made for him by the master. On the simple pear wood table, there were the brushes, ink, paper and inkstones used by the master.

On the side of the case is the small stool he often sits on.

On the small bedside cabinet are all kinds of gadgets that the master bought for him, including a singing mechanical bird and a small wooden horse that can walk by itself.

In the kitchen, there should still be wild vegetables that Master cut for him last time.

In the thatched cottage, there are traces of Master everywhere, but Master will never come back.

Not even a body was left.

The boy lay on the pillow and cried loudly until late at night.Wang Er and his wife knocked on the door for most of the day, but they didn't knock on it. Second Aunt Wang burst into tears and said: "This child is sad, let him vent."

One of the houses at home has collapsed and needs to be repaired urgently.

The couple could only go home temporarily and decided to visit the boy later.

Zhao Zhao cried until he was exhausted, his internal organs seemed to be vomiting, Fang sat up, took out the scale from his neck, and held it tightly in his hand.

The scales seemed to sense something, and suddenly lit up, emitting a faint layer of silver-white fairy light.

It is Master.

The master's soul sensed him.

Zhao Zhao's eyes turned red, and tears fell down again.

300 years.

As long as he obediently waits for 300 years, the master will come back.

This recognition made the young man who was ashamed of death suddenly feel alive again.

If he died now, he would never see Master again.

He had to obediently abide by the agreement with his master.

Once the magic dragon dies, no one in the world can hurt Master. For 300 years, it may be a few lifetimes for ordinary people, but he is a little demon. As long as he works hard, his life span will become longer and longer.

300 years only.

At that time, no one will be able to separate them.

Zhao Zhao wiped away her tears, thought of something, ran to the desk, opened the drawer, and wanted to take out the little willow figure inside.

Master said that after he left, the puppet fairy would accompany him.

However, after opening it, Zhao Zhao was stunned.

Because the drawer is empty, there is nothing.Obviously last night, he also made small clothes for the little man to wear.

The puppet fairy left with the master.

The young man stood in front of the case in a daze, his eyelashes drooping, covering the last gleam of light in his eyes.

Afterwards, as usual, I boiled hot water, took a shower, put on clean robes, slept in the big bed where I slept with Master for countless nights, and finally smelled deeply the smell that belonged to Master.

When the cock crowed and dawn broke, the boy got up, went to the kitchen to cook a pot of vegetable soup, and after eating obediently, he left Guanyin Village with a small bag.

He wants to be strong.

With a brand new look, go to Master's 300-year promise.

He wants to let Master know that for 300 years, he has eaten, slept, and cultivated obediently.

So what about living under the fence.

As long as he can gain power, he doesn't care about those white eyes and gossip.He just needs to work hard to climb up.He is no longer a little boy who just found out about his life experience and was panic-stricken.

He has a master who loves him.

After 300 years, no one can bully him and Master again.

**

Zhang Yuan's heart ached.

Suddenly remembered, in the fog forest outside the fourteenth state, the young man in a snow robe pushed open the door of the carriage and leaned out from the inside.It was as if a handful of Futu snow was splashed into the dark night, illuminating the surrounding three thousand worlds.

"Brother, there is ample room in my car, let this fairy friend come to my car."

It turned out that God had long ago given him the opportunity to make up for his regrets, but he was blind and blind and missed it in vain.Not only missed it, but also made a mistake, leading to a big mistake.

Zhang Yuan's heart convulsed, he didn't know whether to laugh at the mockery of fate or the ruthlessness of fate.

If everything can be done again, will there be a completely different result?

Unfortunately, God will not give him a second chance.

Zhang Yuan drew his sword and stood up, the imprint on his forehead was like a fire, and the black magic pattern vines grew and stretched all the way on his pale wrist. He seemed to be walking from the depths of Shura in hell, with black hair flying in all directions, step by step, walking up the sacrificial hall. tower.

The entire underground palace buzzed and vibrated, and the ghostly fire hiding in the dark was restlessly wandering against the crystal coffins on both sides.

On the blade of the Chixiao Sword, countless red lotuses condensed by Xuanyuan Karmic Fire burst out. Where the red lotus passed, Wentian's body was burned little by little.

The monster with only half of its face still smiled strangely: "Even if you kill me, so what, I'm just a shell. The real me has already resided in your body and merged with you. Kill me!" I, you will replace me and become the big devil that everyone in the Three Realms can punish, just like Wu Qiuyu many years ago."

Chang Yuan's face was as cold as jade, and he inserted the fiery red long sword into Wen Tian's heart without expression.

With Chixiao as the center, countless red lotus fires spread rapidly to the surroundings, and the entire altar was burned blazingly.The flames continued to flow down the steps, spreading to every corner of the underground palace.

Groups of ghostly fires were forced to rush out, bumping around to avoid being burned by the lotus fire.

Putting two fingers together, Zhang Yuan brushed Chi Xiao's blade, swiped some blood, and shouted: "The door to rebirth has been opened, so hurry up and go to reincarnation, don't dawdle any longer."

Fresh blood sprayed out like plum blossoms, creating a passage between the lotus and fire.

The will-o'-the-wisps didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately swarmed away.

"Ah."

Wentian twisted half of his face and sighed.

"As expected of the god of war who has the world in mind and is selfless, it's already time, and he still cares about the life and death of these ghosts."

Zhang Yuan looked down at him, his pupils narrowed slightly, and asked coldly, "Where did 'Wu Qiuyu' go?"

Since that is his ray of primordial spirit, it will not disappear into the world for no reason.

Neither returned to his body, but went elsewhere.

Also, that magic dragon that also inexplicably disappeared between heaven and earth.

Wentian's body had been burnt until only one eye and half of the mouth remained. Hearing this, his single eye suddenly lit up, and he said jokingly, "Guess."

After saying that, the sly light, together with the eyes, was engulfed by the red lotus fire.

The underground palace collapsed with a bang.

The corpse of the demon Lord Wentian, together with the underground palace and the seal, was burnt to ashes.

"Emperor."

Xuan Qi swam to the entrance of the underground palace in time, and received Zhang Yuan just before the gate of the underground palace collapsed.

It was still a long dark night outside, deep blue sea, Chang Yuan sat on the back of a turtle, but felt as if a lifetime had passed.

**

Ming Palace guest room.

The moonlight is like sand, casting flower shadows on the carved panes.

After Huai Bi finished bathing, she came out from behind the screen and saw an unexpected guest in the room.

The wine warmed on the stove was just right, Huai Bi sat down after arriving at the table, poured two glasses of wine, and said: "Your Highness, the gentleman on the beam has become more and more proficient in his work recently."

Mo Yu sighed, and sat across from Yuan's case: "Stop ridiculing me, I'm in a state of anxiety and have nothing to complain about, so I can only talk to you."

Huai Bi seldom saw him like this, he pondered for a moment, and said: "Is it because of Mr. Chang Yuan's going up to Wu Wang Hai?"

Mo Yu nodded.

"I always feel that since I came to Mingwang Island, something is wrong with Master."

Huai Bi has been busy entertaining various water-type fairy clans these days, so she really doesn't care about other things, so she listens attentively to what he has to say.

Mo Yu said: "You probably don't know that on the day of the Buddha Bathing Festival, Master and I originally made an appointment with Zhao Zhao to go to the restaurant for dinner, but Master came, but Zhao Zhao did not keep the appointment."

"Although I had regrets at the time, it was more regretful that I didn't arrange it well. I thought I would find another opportunity to arrange it later. But I found out later that the master bought a gift for Zhaozhao that day."

It was indeed the first time Huai Bi had heard of this.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Mr. Changyuan has always felt guilty because of Ah Yuan's fall off the cliff. It is normal to want to buy a gift for Ah Yuan. Why does it make you feel anxious? Could it be that you still eat Ah Yuan? of vinegar?"

"What did you say."

Mo Yu looked at this person with a shocked look: "I just think that this is not in line with Master's usual style. Master has always been particular about what he eats and wears. Zhaozhao’s gift will definitely be carefully selected, looking for a real rare treasure, why would he just buy a small sapphire sword on this island at will.”

"In this way, it seems that I can't make it in time, and I just made it up on the spur of the moment."

"Of course, there are many other anomalies. For example, Master never took off his mask when he came back from Zhongzhou. Before entering the Inner Sea tonight, Master specially gave me the seal of Emperor Chonghua of Xuexiao Palace for safekeeping."

"The piles of piles all reveal the meaning of explaining the future, how can I not worry about it."

Huai Bi frowned.

"I also heard my father mention that the calamity curse in your majesty's body, could it be related to this..."

Just as he was talking, footsteps came from outside, followed by a knock on the door.

"Brother, brother!"

The boy's crying voice sounded outside.

"It's A Yuan." Huai Bi hurriedly stood up, opened the door, and the boy in only snow-colored pajamas had thrown himself into his arms.

Yun Zhu followed behind in fear.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, he..."

"What happened?"

"Your Highness, it seems like I had a nightmare."

Nightmare?

Huai Bi was startled, and looked down at the younger brother in his arms.

Ever since he recognized his ancestor and returned to his clan, the younger brother has lived a carefree, self-willed and straightforward life every day, never like this moment.

Unavoidably worried, he asked, "Ah Yuan, tell brother, what kind of nightmare did you have?"

Zhao Zhao raised her head with red eyes, and was about to speak when she suddenly saw Mo Yu sitting behind the desk, and wrinkled her nose in displeasure.

This guy, why is he in his brother's house.

Mo Yu stood up and cleared her throat in embarrassment.

"Gu came to talk to your brother about something."

Zhao Zhao ignored him and continued to complain to his brother.

"I had a terrible nightmare. I dreamed of a very scary dragon and a very beautiful fairy. But the fairy was killed by the dragon in the end."

Huai Bi was in a fog.

"only this?"

Zhaozhao said sadly, "Brother, I always feel that I have been to that place and met that fairy."

Huai Bi thought of something, his face changed slightly.

Devil dragon.

Xianjun.

Could it be Ah Yuan's former master, Wu Qiuyu, the cultivator mentioned by his father who feeds demons with his body.

"Ah Yuan, do you remember the monk's name?"

Zhao Zhao shook his head: "I don't remember."

"That's why I feel sad."

"Brother, do you know who that fairy is?"

Huai Bi was silent and shook his head: "Elder brother doesn't know either."

Zhaozhao was not disappointed, and felt sulking for no reason, so he sat directly behind the case and drank all of Huai Biwen's pot of wine.

Huai Bi and Mo Yu sat on the side, watching the boy vent.

Mo Yu raised her eyebrows suddenly, and said, "A Yuan, I think you marry someone because of who is good-looking. How does the fairy king in your dream compare to King Ming?"

Zhao Zhao said without hesitation: "Of course he is much stronger than him."

"Oh."

Mo Yu was persuasive and persuasive: "Then if this is the case, why do you have to be friendly with King Ming?"

Huai Bi glanced at him and couldn't help laughing.

In his heart, he was really not optimistic about the marriage contract between Donghai and the Ming Palace, but Feng Qiu was determined to use Ah Yuan as a bargaining chip to negotiate peace with Donghai, and Ah Yuan threw all his heart on Fengqiu.

Zhaozhao thought for a while, then said: "But I don't know that fairy king, and King Ming treats me so well, so naturally I can't let him down."

He is a responsible little dragon, how can he make the beauty sad.