Cultivate the ruthless way for him

"Master!"

Time finally returned to that day.

Thunder and lightning, dark clouds all over the sky, the sky poured down like a torrential rain.

Dragging its huge body, the magic dragon shuttled between the rapidly tumbling clouds, sending out a roar that shook the world.Countless desperate whines, cries, and prayers echoed in the secluded valley, and were soon swallowed by the rain.

"Uncle Wang, have you seen my master?"

"Uncle Liu, where is my master?"

Where is the master?

The young man stumbled and ran in the rain to search. Every time he met someone, he grabbed the corner of the other person's clothes and asked with red eyes.

But no one could answer him.

The sky was completely covered by dark clouds, the torrential rain was pouring down, and it was everywhere, "Aw—", accompanied by thunder and lightning, a mournful and angry roar sounded in the air again.

The dragon's entire tail was cut off, and it became angry from embarrassment. It dragged its crazy and tumbling magic energy, and rushed towards one place.Zhao Zhao raised his head, and saw a person standing among the hovering dragon body.

His face was as cold as jade, he was dressed in black clothes, and he held a black jade sword in his hand.

"Master!"

The boy yelled loudly.

However, the torrential rain swallowed up all sounds.

The magic dragon swooped down, hunting the churning magic energy, instantly engulfing the blackness like a candle in the wind and a solitary lamp on the river.

The world was completely plunged into boundless darkness.

"This scale is your birthday present from Master."

"Sorry, master missed the appointment."

"Master, I have something very important to do and I have to go."

The teenager is still young and doesn't know what "going" means.The boy's eyes were red, tears kept falling, and he asked aggrievedly, "Where is Master going?"

"A place... far away."

"Then if I miss Master, how can I find Master?"

The man looked tenderly at the silver scales that had been hung around the neck by the young man.

"The name of this object is 'Zhaozhu', which is transformed by the spiritual breath of the master. As long as the 'Zhaozhu' is not extinguished, the soul of the master will exist in a corner of the three worlds, silently guarding you. After another 300 years, After the master's merits and virtues are completed, he can be reincarnated and reincarnated as a human being. At that time, you should also grow up."

"At that time, you should grow up too."

He really grew up, guarding that scale carefully, waiting to find the reincarnation of the master, waiting to reunite with the master.As long as Master is still alive, there will be a person in this world who doesn't care about his origin, his status as a demon clan, or the wound on his back that hides the terrible demonic energy. He alone.As long as the master is still alive, he still has a family.

When he finds his master, he will no longer have to rely on others to please others carefully all day long.He can be narrow-minded, coquettish, self-willed, playful, and occupy all the food, spirit treasures and toys by himself.

And... Master's love.

The master said that in this life, he will only accept one disciple.

However, when he grew up, he ate, drank water, slept obediently, practiced hard, and took good care of himself, just as his master expected.But it was impossible for him to find his master again.

"When a person dies, his soul dies because of the breath of the soul."

"The person who gave you the scales should have died 300 years ago."

Master.

Master.

In a coma, the young man burst into tears, struggling in pain, and murmured in a crying voice.

Zhao Zhao has never felt like this before. The entire inner mansion seems to be split open by a huge force, and it may burst at any time. It is stored in the inner mansion. He has absorbed and saved it for hundreds of years. The inner breath is as deep as the sea, like a broken glacier, Flow around.

"Not afraid."

"Master is here."

Someone whispered in his ear softly, accompanied by a faint fragrance of lotus.

It was exactly the same as Master's voice.

But is Master really still there?

Zhaozhao asked himself over and over again, every time he asked, the inner mansion was like being scraped by countless sharp steel knives, bloody.

The young soul has never been sober at this moment.

When a person dies, his soul dies because of the breath of the soul.

With the scales gone, it is impossible for the master to come back, not even a soul.

Not only that.

Those people also slandered Master as a murderer, a traitor, and linked up with the devil world, and issued a hunt and kill order on Master, intending to drive Master out and kill him.

Even though the master has been dead for 300 years, they still want to pour dirty water on the master.

Relying on the fact that no one knew the name "Wu Qiuyu", they unscrupulously put all the dirty water and shit pots on Master's head.

In an instant, the sadness faded away, and Zhao Zhao's chest was filled with monstrous anger again.

He seems to have returned to the [-]th state when he first entered the state. He sat alone in the corner of the school. Because he failed the moral examination, no one wanted to accept him as an apprentice, no one wanted to talk to him, and he had to be cheeky and go with his brother. When I went to Zixia Palace to attend classes.

"Don't kneel down yet!"

"Who else is it if it's not you. Who doesn't know that you come from a humble background, and you can't even learn the simplest spells. You must be coveting the power of the elixir, so you can take advantage of Ye Heng's inattention and do the same thing."

He remembered that day, when he was still young, curled up alone in the confinement room of the Temple of Commandments, holding the scales tightly in his hands, terrified, helpless, and had to pretend to be strong, and finally fell into a deep sleep due to lack of physical strength.

He also remembered that he was like a desperate little wolf, hiding more than a dozen Thunder and Fire Talismans on his body, looking fiercely at the hall full of gods and gods, ready to die with them at any time.

Going forward, he thought of the cave that he tried his best but couldn't climb out no matter what, and remembered the despair of being dragged into the cave by the magic dragon when the last ray of sky light disappeared when the boulder fell.

Except for Master, no one in this world has really treated him kindly.

He wants strength.

He wants to be strong.

They thought that if the master died, they could destroy him.

He will never let them have their way.

He wants to survive, avenge his master, and wash away his grievances.

He wants everyone who bullied him and master to pay the price.

After the master died, he would no longer have any weaknesses, and would never be emotional with anyone or anything in the world.

……

Zhaozhao opened his eyes in the dim light, and what he saw was a face as cold as jade, exactly the same as his master's.

But Zhaozhao knew, never soberly knew, that this was not Master.

They just have the same face.

It's like he is wearing another person's face and worshiping under this person's door.

Not only that.

Not long ago, this person spoke well and personally opened the order to kill Master.

"Master."

Zhao Zhao called out calmly.

Zhang Yuan's eyes froze for a moment, and after a while, he said in a low hoarse voice: "Just wake up."

Uncle Yun came in with a decoction.

Seeing Zhaozhao woke up, he was overjoyed and said, "Jun guarded the young master for three days and three nights without taking off his coat, and the young master finally woke up. It's really great."

"Your Majesty, this medicine?"

"Give it to me."

Zhang Yuan picked up the medicine bowl from the tray.

"Yes."

Uncle Yun was slightly surprised, and retreated respectfully.

I thought to myself, could it be that Your Majesty wants to feed that little son the medicine himself, which is really not like Your Majesty.

"Has Master stamped the killing order?"

Zhaozhao asked while clutching the corner of the nightgown with his fingers.

Zhang Yuan didn't expect Zhao Zhao to be concerned about this matter just after waking up, and said: "Xuanyuan Hongxuan has already sent it, but I haven't had time to see it as a teacher."

Along with it was a portrait of the traitor from the Xianmen named "Wu Qiuyu".

Zhao Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, as he had guessed, the killing order would definitely be sent to Chang Yuan.

Because Xuanyuan Hongxuan specifically mentioned that the killing order has been put on the shelf for a long time, and if he wants to restart it, he must seal the letter of Emperor Changyuan Beichen or ask Tianjun again for it to take effect.

In the conference hall that day, since Xuanyuan Hongxuan had brought the Twelve Aristocratic Families together to ask Zhang Yuan to restart the Demon Slaying Order, he would not disturb Tianjun again.

A faint fragrance of lotus entered the tip of the nose, accompanied by the fragrance of bitter medicine.

Zhang Yuan had scooped up a spoonful of medicine and handed it to Zhao Zhao's mouth.

Zhaozhao opened his mouth, drank it obediently, let the bitter medicine fill his chest, and asked: "Master also thinks that Wu Qiuyu is a heinous traitor?"

"I don't know this person well."

"However, the order to kill the immortal clan was jointly signed by the patriarchs of the five clans, and it was approved by the heavenly king. Generally, it is not wrong. You know, the order to kill the immortal clan has not been used for hundreds of years. For 300 years, Wu Qiuyu It's No.1."

The corners of Zhao Zhao's lips pursed forcefully.

The boy's face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was dripping with sweat.

Zhang Yuan recalled that when the young man fell into a coma just now, the painful and struggling "Master" was full of thoughts, and his heart was pierced like a knife.

The tone couldn't help but slow down a bit: "I know that you can't understand the behavior of those aristocratic families because of the matter of killing the demon division. But it is no small matter for the five clans to sign a beheading order. For a person of integrity, even if the other four clans have selfish intentions, it is impossible for Dragon Lord Qingyao to join them."

Dragon Lord.

Zhao Zhao remembered this person.

I thought to myself, Yushan, Kunlun, Penglai, Xuanyuan, and the Dragon Clan.

He decided to ask them one by one and ask them for a clear explanation.

But the most important thing right now is the Demon Slaying Order.

Zhao Zhao's eyes fixed on Zhang Yuan's face again.

With exactly the same face as Master, why is this person not Master?

He can't regret, can't regret, and can't miss Master.

He knew that he was just one step away from breaking through.

He was able to wake up not because he let go of Master.

Instead, I forced myself to accept the fact that "Master is dead" over and over again.

And what really brought together his shaky primordial spirit and inner palace was that cruel killing order.

Master has never done anything evil. When he was in Guanyin Village, Master went to the mountains every day to practice, slaying demons and demons, and helped so many villagers.If the master is an evil person, there will be no good people in the world.

Just because Master had a demon sword in his hand, they indiscriminately listed Master as a traitor and believed that Master had links with the demon world.

The master has been dead for 300 years, and they still refuse to let him go, and they still want to use him, slander him, and pour dirty water on him.

He wanted to put down his thoughts about Master for a while.

He wants to climb to the top of Qingyun, and give back justice to his master.

Then, die with the master.

His road to the top begins with the person in front of him.

Zhao Zhao thought.