Cultivate the ruthless way for him

That night, the Beichen Immortal Mansion, which had been vacant for a long time, suddenly lit up the lights.

Everyone in Zhongzhou knows that Beichen is the title of Changyuan, the god of war.Thousands of years ago, during the war between immortals and demons, the five clans and twelve families were allocated by the God of War, and Tianjun specially ordered people to build Beichen Mansion in Zhongzhou as the tent of the Chinese army of Changyuan, the God of War.After the war ended, Tianjun ordered Beichen Mansion to be permanently preserved as the Palace of the God of War, and sent craftsmen from the Celestial Clan to repair it inside and out.

It's just that Chang Yuan avoids Xuexiao Palace and rarely visits this mansion.

The east hall was brightly lit, Uncle Yun, who was in charge of guarding the palace, stood respectfully outside the hall, looking at the young emperor who had been sitting in the hall for two full hours from time to time.

He was also an old man under Zhang Yuan's command, and he served as Zhang Yuan's personal guard during the battle between immortals and demons.

Later, he was injured by the demons, lost a leg, and became a disabled person. He could no longer go to the battlefield, so he was left by Chang Yuan in Beichen Immortal Mansion for the elderly.Chang Yuan thought of his merits, and took lotus roots from the Jiuchongtian to mold him a prosthetic leg.

Uncle Yun used to serve Chang Yuan in the army, so he knew the emperor best.

Stern and self-disciplined, strict military law, and almost ruthless insight.At that time, the entire Immortal Clan was in dire straits. Five Clans, Twelve Aristocratic Families, and Celestial Clan soldiers and horses were mixed together. No one would accept anyone else.

At that time, whoever in the army heard the name of the God of War, Zhang Yuan, was not frightened by the news.Even a few lords who are usually the most assholes and most sneaky, dare not disobey Zhang Yuan's military orders.

The reason is nothing more than that Zhang Yuan has formulated a series of harsh and inhumane military discipline and military laws. At first, the family members of the major immortal clans were still thinking about luck. Such inhumane military laws, it is he himself, Emperor Beichen, who must Can it be done?Don't worry, it's just talking, and it will definitely not be implemented.

However, Zhang Yuan not only did it, but also demanded himself with a standard ten times stricter than the military law. Glass of wine.In this world, apart from helping the common people, and the vast and infinite Sword of Frost and Cold, there seems to be nothing else that can arouse this emperor's emotional fluctuations.Even Uncle Yun often felt that the emperor's life was too monotonous.

I am afraid that only the innate sword heart can achieve that level.

Uncle Yun has always regarded Chang Yuan as a god.

true god.

Only a high god can look down on all sentient beings without emotion, and give the most fair and strict judgments on everything without mixing personal preferences.

It is also because of this that the Emperor Beichen of Changyuan is in charge of the punishment of the Three Realms, and some are afraid of it, and some are afraid of it, but there are few people who are not convinced.

But tonight, it was the first time Uncle Yun saw such strong care and worry in Chang Yuan's eyes.

It all stems from the snow-robed youth who was brought back.

It is said that he was a young disciple who defied all opinions and entered the family. He fell off a cliff and died a hundred years ago. He came back to life for unknown reasons, and appeared in Zhongzhou.

Caused a huge sensation.

Uncle Yun was a little surprised when he heard the news.

The patriarchs of the five clans and twelve families, the leaders of the various immortal clans, thousands of years old, which ones were not killed in the battle between immortals and demons, most of them are masters above the realm of the gods, and they have rich actual combat experience. You don't dare to shake it easily, how can a boy who is hundreds of years old be able to beat it.

However, this young man is so arrogant and even crazy.

It's shocking.

In the hall, Chang Yuan maintained the posture of sitting with his sleeves hanging down, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhao Zhao who was still in a coma through the bright lights.

Zhang Yuan still felt that he was in a dream.

Although a hundred years have passed, during the entire 100 years, he has been thinking about the scene of the boy falling off the cliff when the wind and thunder struck a hundred years ago day and night.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Sometimes when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would stare at his empty chest in a daze for a while, as if there was a little thing like a snowball, entwining him like an octopus.

He was born with a sword heart and a thin temperament. He never sticks to emotions or any rules in his actions, but he has a clear conscience.

That scene became an eternal pain and nightmare in his heart.

He even regretted that on a whim, he took that little thing who seemed to him to be wicked and scheming as his apprentice.

He is like an irresponsible master, because of all kinds of carelessness and negligence, he personally sent his disciples to a dead end.

He is a murderer.

Although the boy curled up in his arms at the end, and said to him with red eyes, he was grateful for his shelter, shelter, and tolerance, and grateful for the shelter he gave him.

But he understands.

This is not what a disciple should expect from a master.

A child who has been dependent on others since he was a child and has nowhere to rely on should expect more from him than ordinary children.

It's just that he doesn't have that concept.

He is like a prison officer who misjudged a wrongful case. Before he knew the whole truth of the matter, he hastily made a conclusion on a young man's conduct, and taught him with prejudice all the time, and finally made a big mistake.

He is indeed not worthy of being a teacher.

For the past hundred years, he has spent every day in pain and regret.

Up to the poor and down to the underworld.

Both are missing.

In the past, he didn't understand the sadness and despair of mortals, but in the past hundred years, his body was so deep that he couldn't express it.

He never imagined that he, who was born with a sword heart like him, would be troubled by such heavy mortal feelings.

He never imagined that the world is unpredictable, and when he thought that he would bring endless remorse and regret, like the gods, and finally emerge in the long river of time, he would still have the chance to recover his mistakes and make up for his mistakes.

Zhang Yuan had never understood what reunion after a long absence was. He was happy and sad at the same time, fearing that the reunion was just a dream. At this moment, looking at the young boy's face on the bed, which was obviously not sleeping well, his heart was overturned, and it was hard to calm down for a long time.

Although Zhaozhaoren passed out, Yuanshen was awake.

He knew that he was lying in a strange place, and the person who exuded the faint fragrance of lotus from his sleeves was always by his side.

He didn't have the habit of burning incense when he slept, but this scent of lotus could inexplicably soothe his primordial spirit.

For the time being, Zhao Zhao didn't bother to judge where it was.He spent too much immortal energy today, and now the inner mansion is empty, and he urgently needs to restore his strength.

Only strength can give him a sense of security.

The invisible sword intent, obeying the master's call, flowed into Beichen Immortal Mansion from all directions, and slowly returned to the youth's inner mansion.

Zhaozhao absorbed and transformed hungrily, and after an unknown amount of time, the inner palace finally felt full.

Open your eyes slowly.

The first thing that catches the eye is a gentle and delicate face.

"Zhao Zhao, are you awake?"

Si Nanben was reading a volume of medical books, and when he heard the movement, he immediately dropped the book and stood up in surprise.

There is no medical officer in Beichen Immortal Mansion, and Sinan majored in medicine, and has made some achievements in medicine over the years, so Zhang Yuan directly called Sinan over.

Zhao Zhao nodded.

"Brother, long time no see."

Si Nan's eyes suddenly turned red, and after a long time, he choked up and said, "Yeah, really long time no see."

Zhaozhao's physical strength has almost recovered, and he sits up, ready to put on his shoes and socks.

Si Nan hurriedly said: "Your injuries are not fully healed yet, so don't move around. I will help you whatever you want to do."

Zhao Zhao said: "It's just a small injury, nothing to worry about, I have to go back."

"go back?"

"Find a friend."

The young man put on his shoes and socks swiftly, his eyes were still a little uncomfortable when the bright light hit him, and he remembered that the white silk had been broken, so he asked Sinan, "Is there anything blindfolded?"

Simon handed over a ribbon.

Zhaozhao tied his eyes casually, and strode out of the hall. Halfway there, he remembered that he hadn't said goodbye to Sinan, so he stopped again, turned his head, looked at Sinan with a dazed face, and said, "There's something urgent today, so let's I won't talk about the old days with my brother. I am fine, and my brother should take care of himself."

After finishing speaking, the young man strode out of the hall.

Simon was completely stunned.

They haven't seen each other for a whole hundred years, and they have experienced a life-and-death parting. He is still caught in the surprise of the long-lost reunion. The reaction... as if they were just strangers who met by chance.

Zhaozhao remembers Bai Jun, and remembers the platform for killing demons.

After leaving the hall, I realized that this is a strange fairy mansion, and I don't know the way at all.

The mansion was empty, without even a shadow of a person, Zhao Zhao didn't bother to go back and ask Sinan again, so he found his way by himself.

Because he was blindfolded and the ribbon was too thick, his vision was somewhat blocked. As soon as Zhao Zhao found the courtyard gate of the east side hall, he bumped into a person head-on.

A familiar lotus fragrance poured into the nose.

Zhaozhao was taken aback for a moment, then remembered that this was the person who saved him.

Out of politeness, Zhao Zhao untied the ribbon, and was about to thank him, when he saw Zhang Yuan's face clearly, he was taken aback for a moment.

This face is exactly the person in the portrait in his spiritual bag.

Zhang Yuan didn't expect Zhao Zhao to wake up so soon, and when they reunited after a long absence, it was inevitable that he didn't know where to start, so he asked, "How is it? Do you feel better?"

Zhao Zhao nodded.

After thinking about it, he asked, "Xianjun, did we know each other before?"

Chang Yuan was taken aback.

"Zhao Zhao."

Si Nan chased him out from the hall.

Seeing the perplexed young man standing in front of the courtyard gate and Chang Yuan with a slightly stiff expression, Si Nan forced a smile and said to Zhao Zhao: "Zhao Zhao, this is your master, Your Majesty Chang Yuan."

Zhao Zhao was taken aback.

For a long time. "My - Master?"

"Yes."

This time it was Chang Yuan who spoke.

His voice was hoarse: "I am your master, we did know each other before."

Zhao Zhao fell into a moment of confusion.

How could he remember that both his parents died and his teachers were no longer in this world.

Where did this master come from?

Zhaozhao is used to being alone, now he only hopes to be like Liu Wenkang, to pursue the way and power, and he doesn't want to be bound by any teacher.

Having a teacher door means having restraint.

What's more, he doesn't remember having this master.

"Master."

There was a stalemate here, Mo Yu led Liu Fuying and walked over from the outside.

According to the original plan, he should have arrived in Zhongzhou two days earlier, but he was delayed until now because of some troubles on the way, which almost missed the important event.

Mo Yu's eyes lit up when he saw the snow-robed youth in the courtyard, and the fierce aura between his brows subsided a bit.

"You are... Zhao Zhao?"

Liu Fuying's complexion changed drastically, she looked at Zhao Zhao like a ghost.

how is this possible.

This little thing has obviously fallen off the cliff and died, how could it be possible to come back from the dead and appear here!

Of course Zhao Zhao remembered Mo Yu.

But Zhao Zhao didn't have any superfluous thoughts about this prince of the heavenly clan, let alone wanting to make friends.

Zhao Zhao hurried to leave, then looked at Zhang Yuan, and said, "I'm sorry, I really don't remember what happened before. You have so many disciples, and you probably don't lack me, just pretend that I have quit the sect, or dead."