Cultivate the ruthless way for him

There is an undisguised attachment, admiration and obsession in the young man's eyes, completely different from the deliberate intimacy just now, and completely different from the coquettish and flattery he spent so much time in Xuexiao Palace.

An answer is almost imminent.

The invincible sword heart in Zhang Yuan's chest felt like falling into an ice cave at this moment.

Many old doubts that were buried deep in his heart and almost ignored by him broke through the ground one after another and hit his heart.

Why, why did that little thing clearly give up on being a teacher back then, but suddenly ran into the Temple of Commandments, risking his life to lure demonic energy into his body, just to let him take a look at his face?

This little thing has so many minds and so deep calculations.

Do you want to fight with your life just for a very variable and uncertain result?

Unless, besides apprenticeship, there is a more attractive reason that makes him rather fly to the flame than give it a try.

Zhang Yuan remembered that Sanskrit had said that before becoming a teacher, Zhaozhao had brought a pot of fine wine to Xuexiao Palace to thank Sanskrit who "saved his life" in the Temple of Precepts.At that time, Zhao Zhao didn't know that the so-called Sanskrit sound was actually him pretending.

Sanskrit, who was also confused, received Zhaozhao in the tea room.And in the tea room, there is just a portrait of him hanging, which was painted by Nai Tianjun's painter.

"Your Majesty said this, but my subordinates remembered it. When my subordinates entered the tea room, the young master was indeed standing in front of the wall, staring at the portrait of your majesty. The subordinates all went in, and the young master was all I didn't realize it. Later, the young master asked his subordinates if he had been to a place called... what seems to be Guanyin Village. Later, someone from the Daoxin Palace sent to say that the monster had been caught, and at night Your Majesty wants to form an array together with Lord Nanshan and Lord Bihua to reseal the monsters, and it is inconvenient for the subordinates to stay for a long time, so they send the young master away."

Guanyin Village.

These three words are like a prophecy, echoing in Chang Yuan's heart.

Zhang Yuan didn't know where this was, but Zhang Yuan remembered that the secret order to hunt down and kill Wu Qiuyu recorded in detail all the tracks and whereabouts of this person before he disappeared.There is a place called Guanyin Town.

The difference between Guanyin Town and Guanyin Village is really a coincidence?

In addition, after visiting Sanskrit in Xuexiao Palace, that little thing sneaked into the Temple of Discipline that night and lured the monster to him.When he entered the hall with Lord Nanshan and Lord Bihua, he saw that there was suddenly one more person in the formation.The young man's face was pale, and he curled up in sweat dripping with pain. He seemed to be severely tortured by the monster. Facing Bi Huajun's lethal whip, the young man did not hide, but supported himself slowly with his elbows. Climbing to the edge of the magic circle, he stretched out his hand with difficulty, grabbed the hem of his clothes before the whip fell, and said softly: "Master, save me..."

He did it to let himself see that his face was not fake.

But why not, at the most difficult moment of being devoured and eroded by monsters, his mind was blurred, and he recognized himself as...another person.

Someone else.

Zhang Yuan laughed at himself in his heart.

Later, after this little thing came to the door, the whole Xuexiao Palace was in awe of him. Only this little thing dared to risk the disgrace of the world, threw himself into his arms, hugged his waist, his eyes were as bright as Xing, call Shizun softly and softly, Master.

He always thought that this little thing was attached to him and admired him to the extreme, and was too inseparable from him as a backer and master, so he made all kinds of intimacy with him that broke the boundary between master and apprentice.

However, do they really have such a close relationship between master and apprentice?

If this little thing is so attached to him and cannot be separated from him, how could he choose the path of ruthlessness without hesitation when he later chose the path.Is it just because Liu Fuying got started?

no.

This is not in line with Zhao Zhao's temperament at all.

Facing the great gods and small gods in the temple of precepts, this little thing is not afraid to shrink back, how could he hand over the backer he has worked so hard to find because of a mere Liu Fuying.

I'm afraid that the person in this world who really makes him emotional is not his master at all, but someone else.Xuexiao Palace was just a temporary safe haven he found for himself, and it was never the branch he really wanted to live in.

He chose the path of ruthlessness without hesitation, just to gain strength quickly and find the real master he missed in his heart.

Zhang Yuan and Xuexiao Palace are just the springboard for him to achieve his goals and accumulate strength.

This little thing hugged him softly, and when he called him master with infinite attachment, maybe he was not looking at him at all in his eyes, but saw another person through him.

He took him as a painkiller to relieve another longing buried deep in his heart.

He was just a substitute from beginning to end.

Just before jumping off the cliff, this little thing was still holding the portrait that was very similar to him. In his sleep, he called out to Master, and no one would be allowed to approach, nor would anyone be allowed to take away the portrait. .

Just like a wolf cub protecting his beloved baby.

He recalled that the night before Zhaozhao jumped off the cliff, when he woke up in the middle of the night, the pearl shimmered, and he saw the young man with his back turned to him, holding the portrait of the person in the painting who was almost like him , Said in a regretful voice: Although he is not as gentle, considerate, and patient as Master, I can barely fall asleep looking at his face.

"But looking at his face, I can barely sleep."

At that time, he only thought that Zhao Zhao had another nightmare, was stimulated, and lost his mind, so he mistook the portrait for him and said some vague and illogical nonsense.

But think about it now.

That's not crazy at all.

Thinking deeper, digging through the bloody facts, was it true that this little thing jumped off the cliff a hundred years ago just because he wanted to expel him from the sect?

How tenacious this little thing is.

How could he drive himself to a dead end just because of his words.

With the cultivation of this little thing, how could it be possible to jump down from the high cliff of Xuexiao Palace in one fell swoop, and still be able to reach the Supreme God Realm in one leap?

During this period, how many inside stories and conspiracies were there.

And recently, he had obviously forgotten his master, so why did he take the risk of destroying the world and forcibly restore his memory? It was only because all the clues in the Demon Slayer Division pointed to Wu Qiuyu that day.

It's ridiculous that he has been conceited for tens of thousands of years, and finally he was played by such a small thing in the applause.

Like a fool, he regretted for a hundred years and tortured himself for a hundred years.

He even planned to build a fairy mansion for him on Xuexiao Mountain when the little thing's name was added to the God's Book, so that he could have a real home and not have to suffer from wandering around.

Today, everything is a joke.

A deadly silence spread in the narrow bookcase.

Chang Yuan leaned on the back of the chair, staring indifferently at the person in the painting, the whole person was shrouded in dim light and shadow, the corner of the sickly jaw outlined a cold arc.

"You never planned to go back to Xuexiao Palace with me, and condescended to stay here just for this person, right?"

Zhang Yuan's voice was as deep as a pool, and deep in the pool, there was fury and killing intent that were restrained to the utmost.

In the three worlds, for tens of thousands of years, there has never been a second person who dared to tease him, humiliate him, and trample his face on the ground.

"Yes."

Zhao Zhao's heart is like still water, and he even feels relaxed.

He was finally able to express his longing for Master without any scruples.

The sword of the youth's primordial spirit buzzed and vibrated, a faint aura floated around his body, his eyes were sparkling, he was obsessed with staring at the fairy in black clothes in the painting, and his tone was brisk.

"My master is called Wu Qiuyu."

"Qiu Shui is Qiu Yu whose bones are made of divine jade."

"He's the best guy in the world."

"My only hope in life is to find Master."

Zhang Yuan's crumbling heart finally shattered into ice.

He stroked the case with trembling fingers, and asked almost sarcastically, "Since that's the case, why do you need to do anything extra to worship under my lord?"

"because."

Zhao Zhao tilted her head and thought for a while.

"Because Master and I got lost."

"Master said that he is going to a place far, far away and will leave me for a while."

"But we made an appointment to meet again in 300 years."

300 years.

Wu Qiuyu disappeared completely, more than 400 years ago, 300 years ago, exactly—everything is clearly revealed.

"A hundred years ago, you jumped off the cliff, not because I wanted to expel you from the school, but because the 300-year agreement has come, but he didn't keep your appointment. You are impatient and want to blow up to find him, yes Is it?"

"no."

Zhao Zhao's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Master will not fail to keep my appointment. Master just--Master just can't keep my appointment."

The boy stubbornly gritted his teeth and pursed his lips, as if the word "death" had nothing to do with his master.

Zhang Yuan couldn't bear it anymore and broke out completely.

"Do you know, in the fourteenth state, what is the end of stealing a teacher behind my back!"

"Do you know that in this world, no one dares to deceive and fool me like this!"

"Wu Qiuyu is a felon who is wanted in the entire fairy world! How much do you know about what he did, and how much you participated in. Now tell him his whereabouts. I will spare your life because of your young age." , otherwise - don't blame me for not thinking about the relationship between master and apprentice."

Heh, they never had a master-student relationship.

He hated deceiving the most in his life, and now, he has been deceived by this little thing for nearly 200 years.

"I won't tell you."

Zhao Zhao spoke almost coldly.

"I will not tell any of you, Master's whereabouts."

"You guys, never try to catch Master."

"Master has never done the evil things you mentioned. Don't think about wronging him, slandering him, or pouring dirty water on him."

Zhaozhao grabbed the painting on the case, wanted to transform into the state of Yuanshen, and fled away. Almost at the same time, a mighty sword intent struck behind him, blocking him back in an instant.

The bookstore door slammed shut.

A sword of primordial spirit burning with red flames was impressively horizontal in the air, and the sword intent flowed like a torrent, forming a huge red vortex, sealing off all the roads leading to the door.Zhao Zhao crazily transformed countless swords of the primordial spirit, directly condensing into a beam of light and charging towards the red sword light.

boom.

The flames burned, the red flames rolled, and countless red sword lights fell like meteors, piled up into a thousand-foot-high mountain.

As if the young man had bumped into a big yellow bell, he was hit back and fell to the ground.

Zhao Zhao gritted his teeth and climbed up, and rushed away again with the power of the primordial spirit. This time, Zhao Zhao didn't hit the sword, but felt his forehead burn. According to rumors, a sword bloodwashed the Chi Xiao sword's edge in the demon's lair. Press it between his forehead.

The red sword light reflected the young man's snow-white cheeks flushed.

The other end of the sword was held in the hands of the young emperor with flying black sleeves.

Zhang Yuan said indifferently: "Instead of letting you go out to help the tiger, let me clean up the house today."

Zhao Zhao has never felt such a terrifying sword intent. Countless scenes of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds flashed before his eyes one by one. For a while, in the forbidden area of ​​Fourteen States, he was pressed down deep in the secluded forest by a huge monster, and his sharp claws tore him apart. Flesh and blood, the moment when there is no escape, for a moment is in the ruthless territory, the mountains of swords and seas of fire, the body is bathed in blood, the desperate moment of being unable to survive, unable to seek death, a silent roar suddenly came out from the depths of Zhaozhao's inner mansion, a huge sword of primordial spirit, In an instant, it burst out from the youth's inner palace, rushing towards the scarlet sword intent.

Dip, answer.

There was warm blood flowing down the cold blade.

Zhaozhao Yuanshen trembled, looked intently, and saw that the sharp sword in his hand had sunk deeply into Changyuan's chest.And the red sword in Zhang Yuan's hand still stayed an inch away in front of him.

Zhang Yuan's expression was as calm as before, his only pair of amber eyes were stained with a little sadness.

"Master!"

Mo Yu and Yun Bo have followed the sound and rushed over.

Zhao Zhao trembled for a moment, drew out his sword, turned into a white glow and jumped out of the mansion.