How could my Demon Lord's apprentice be the Light of Righteous Path?

Zi Huang paused, and saw no one at the end of the bridge.

He vigilantly looked at the bridge cables he had crossed countless times, trying to find the person hiding in the dark.

"Zi Huang?" Yun Jian frowned and called out.

He suddenly felt as if he could smell blood...

Very strong bloody smell.

But no one answered him.

Yun Jianxin was startled, and found that his eyes became clear, but what he could see was a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

where is that?

Before Yun Jian could react, there was a blinding glare, and Yun Jian felt that he was coming out of a white world with nothing in it.

"It's probably an illusion again..." Yun Jian smiled and sat on the ground, then sat there without moving, as if talking to himself: "This move is still a miscalculation."

But after a while, the surrounding white suddenly melted away.

Yun Jian once again saw the long-lost flowers, plants and birdsong...

"Brother, Auntie is calling you."

Yun Jian looked up, and saw a beautiful woman walking slowly with a medicine basket on her back not far away, and said softly, "What's wrong? Are you sleepy?"

The beautiful woman gave the medicine basket to Yun Jian, and said with a smile: "This is your homework for today, if you can't finish it, I will throw you back to your father."

Yun Jian looked at the medicine basket, which was about the same size as himself, which was full of herbs, and snorted softly, "I'm not going."

As he spoke, he began to tiptoe to sort and process the herbs in the medicine basket bit by bit.

A large basket of medicinal materials was quickly processed under Yun Jian's hands. As dusk fell, Yun Jian was called back to the main house. When he left, he looked back instinctively, and he always felt that he seemed to have left something behind.

This kind of life is very common for Yunjian. Every day, he wears the best gold silk ice silk and brings his own bamboo hat to plant some treasures in his own garden in the back mountain.

Otherwise, when he went out, he would meet someone who wanted to challenge him or ask his father to learn swordsmanship.

He met such a person in the back mountain.

"Why do you always follow me?" Yun Jian looked at the man in black who was hiding in the tree.

"I...not." The man hid under the shade of a tree, "I just took a look."

"Look at what?" Yun Jian asked.

The man stopped talking.

This back mountain is already the territory of Jianyunzhuang, but Yun Jian let this man stay here.

"You can do whatever you want, but you can't see my father in this place." Yun Jian said indifferently, "They are all practicing swords in the front yard, and all you can see here are these flowers and plants."

Yun Jian originally thought that the other party would just leave here, but who knows that the other party replied to him: "Flowers and plants are also good, they can be used for many purposes, they are very powerful."

"Really?" Yun Jian couldn't help turning his head to see who that person was, but he only saw a shadow, and said slightly unhappy: "What's the use of that, what they want to learn is swordsmanship."

"It's because they don't have vision."

As soon as these words came out, Yun Jian reached a consensus with the guy on the tree.Although the other party was a bit weird, he knew no less herbs than himself, and even came to those pharmacopoeias and poisonous scriptures casually.

"You are amazing."

"The person who taught me is the most powerful." The other party said in an unclear manner.

Xiao Yunjian didn't know who the other party was talking about, but his competitive spirit immediately came up: "Sooner or later, I will be the most powerful one in the world of cultivating immortals! Whether it's my mother's medical skills or my father's swordsmanship!"

The other party smiled, and responded softly, "By the way, why are you wearing a bamboo hat all the time?"

Xiao Yunjian reached out and fiddled with the white gauze on the bamboo hat, "Well, of course I'm afraid that my father's enemies will see what I look like."

"I can't see you, you can't see me, isn't it fair?"

Yun Jian smiled, and then he smelled the smell of blood again.

He froze for a moment and asked, "Have you heard..."

Yun Jian suddenly turned his head, and what he saw was a commotion.

The courtyard of the villa is full of blood and corpses are everywhere.

"Young master, let's go—"

Yun Jian watched the old housekeeper fall in front of him.

Then there are my father's students, the aunt who cooks...

"Come on—"

Then his bamboo hat fell to the ground, and the white gauze was stained with blood.

Then, it was father and mother.

Yun Jian stretched out his hand, suddenly his vision was pitch black, and his outstretched hand grabbed a corner of his clothes.

"Don't look at it."

The person behind him said softly.

The surrounding sounds are still there, but it seems that the two have been completely and completely isolated.

Yun Jian smiled, pulled Zi Huang's hand, and said, "It's okay, I know."

"I had forgotten all these things..."

"It's good to think about it."

It turns out that these are the memories he was erased by Huang Quanshui back then.

It seems to be the same, at that time, he only left one emotion.

"I didn't fall into a hallucination, it's just that it's been too long. It's been too long, and I have forgotten what they looked like."

"Tsk, another freak." The old voice from before sounded again, "You guys are really disrespectful to my wife. In the past few hundred years, it is rare for someone to pass the level of my wife, but two fell out... Why!"

Saying that, Meng Po came out from the section of the bridge.

Wearing crutches and wearing sackcloth, with many bottles and cans hanging from her waist, Meng Po walked out very steadily.

"This level is not counted." Meng Po said to Zi Huang.

Zi Huang nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you senior."

"Hey, old lady, I have been guarding here for so many years, and there are thousands of people who have come in to test, but I have never seen you so strange. It's all your own good luck."

"After the test of my old wife, there are two paths."

"To the left is the way out of here, but you can't get back the things you left here. The other way is to the ghosts."

Only then did Zi Huang suddenly understand why this place is not considered a hell, because there is no reincarnation, no reincarnation, and no soul after death.

There are only corpses here, which are all skin and flesh.

"Master?"

Zi Huang subconsciously followed Yun Jian's arrangement.

Ke Yunjian smiled, "This is your experience, what do you do as a teacher."

"Aren't you looking for 'Tianci', maybe it's inside."

Zi Huang nodded, "It's hard work for the master to accompany the disciple to take risks."

Yun Jian smiled and said nothing.

The two finally chose to go to the ghosts again.

"Then old lady, I would like to give you two advices. First, don't reveal your identity. Second, don't go against the sky."

After finishing speaking, Po Meng returned to the bridge and sat down, just like this for thousands of years.

Looking at the backs of Yun Jian and the two walking away, I still can't help but feel that the love will not last, and Huiji will be hurt.

For thousands of years, her Naihe bridge has tested the sincerity of both parties.These two people, when one was crossing the bridge, had already washed away all the memories with countless reincarnations of yellow spring water, just for that one person.

And the other, a long, long time ago, when he crossed the Yellow Spring, he had no heart.

"People who come out of the bloody storm will not find their own belonging."

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