The self-mockery of the villain of fast wear

Until his death, Lu Fengmian couldn't figure out why his master treated him like that. The moment he fell to the ground, he felt extraordinarily peaceful, and the surroundings were so quiet that there was not even a single sound.

He also didn't want to believe that that person was the master who took care of him since he was a child, but...there is only one shadow bearing sword in the world, and no one can control it except the master.

He even imagined in his mind that maybe this might just be an illusion, but the feeling of blood flowing from the body cannot be faked, and the feeling of tearing the soul is too strong.

All of this can't compare to the shock that the person who did it was the master. Lu Fengmian couldn't figure out why the master would treat him like this. Could it be that the relationship between the master and the apprentice for many years was only for his own blood?

Then why did the master treat him so well?It's just a tool to open the formation, why should it be cultivated carefully?Why not make that clear from the start?

In this way, he will not be so sad, so painful, just to use, why use such a tortuous way, let him think that there are still people in this world who cherish him, and end up in such a ridiculous end.

In this world, it doesn't matter who hurts him, why is it the master he admired since he was a child, all this is too ridiculous, he wants to laugh, but even a slight movement will intensify the blood flow in his heart.

Lu Fengmian never knew that a person had so much blood, and it turned out that the feeling of losing blood so quickly was so cold. At that moment, Lu Fengmian seemed to see his own childhood, so lonely, small, and ridiculous.

It was also a cold winter when he saw Master for the first time. He was eight years old that year, and he can't remember the memories before the age of eight. In his impression, he seemed to meet Master as soon as he opened his eyes.

But now he gradually recalled the memory back then. At that time, he didn't know why he was alone in the snowy town, and the people around him hurried past him, but no one noticed him.

There are too many beggars in the town. Because of the persecution of monsters, everyone is cautious and frightened. How can they care about a child in rags? Maybe he won't survive tomorrow.

Lu Fengmian seemed lost, forgot, didn't know where to go, where his home was, what an eight-year-old child could do, not to mention that he was wearing thin clothes, and as the snow got bigger and bigger, he just felt colder and colder .

Even if he has no knowledge, he knows to find a place to hide, but the corner is too sought-after, and he can't grab it at a young age, so he can only move slowly to make himself less cold.

The biting cold wind directly passed through his clothes and blew onto his body. At that moment, it was as if a knife was being used to scrape the bones. Lu Fengmian was shivering from the cold. He was so cold that his hands and feet were frozen when he walked, and his mind was frozen.

By the time he realized it, he had fallen straight into the snow. He was very scared, and he knew what it meant. As long as someone lays straight on the ground in the ruined temple, he would never wake up the next day. Come.

Lu Fengmian wanted to live, although living was extremely difficult, he was cold and hungry, but he didn't want to die so silently, he hadn't eaten the buns from the bun shop on the corner of the street, the snow bumps were tasteless, he really wanted to eat a bun .

But he has no money, standing not far away, he can only be chased away by the owner of the bun shop, he is too young to make any money, when he grows up, he will be able to afford two cents a piece The buns are gone.

Slowly, Lu Fengmian felt that it was very difficult to breathe, and the fog in the corners of his eyes filled him, making him unable to see everything in front of him clearly. He was extremely desperate and hoped that someone could save him. He didn't want to die in the snow like this.

Just as Lu Fengmian's breathing became weaker and weaker, an immortal seemed to appear in front of him. The immortal was wearing a white cloak, and his white hair was like a waterfall. It was hard to see his figure clearly in the heavy snow.

Impassively, the immortal took off his cloak and wrapped it around Lu Fengmian in the snow, and reported him to him, then reached out and touched Lu Fengmian's forehead. In an instant, a hot current poured in from his head, and Lu Fengmian gradually woke up.

He felt so warm, the warmth made him tremble uncontrollably, tears flowed down his eyes, he didn't know whether it was happiness or sadness.

He looked at the immortal in front of him, and was stunned. Lu Fengmian had never seen such an otherworldly appearance. His white hair was as smooth as satin. The immortal's sword-like eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were cold, as if he had no emotion.

Lu Fengmian felt that he was dead, otherwise how could he see the immortal, but didn't people say that after death, he would go to hell?So is such a good-looking person a person from hell?

Just when Lu Fengmian was thinking wildly, he suddenly heard the fairy in front of him speak. The voice was as intoxicating as a clear spring in a mountain stream, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

Lu Fengmian opened his mouth, but found that he was so excited that he couldn't speak. He could only stare fixedly at the person in front of him, not daring to blink, for fear that this was his hallucination, and he would appear in the ice and snow again the next moment.

The immortal didn't care if he didn't hear Lu Fengmian's answer, so he guessed, "Are you hungry?"

He hugged Lu Fengmian with one hand, and stretched out the other hand in front of Lu Fengmian, a steaming bun suddenly appeared in his palm, "Eat some buns first."

Lu Fengmian had never seen such a beautiful hand, with slender knuckles and white as jade, as if it should be admired and confessed by others, making the white buns even pale in comparison.

Lu Fengmian's eyes widened instantly, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief, looking at the steamed stuffed bun for a while, and then at the face of the fairy, thinking excitedly in his heart that even if this is hell, he is willing.

After waiting for a long time and seeing that Lu Fengmian hadn't moved, the immortal directly handed the bun to his mouth, and still said in his unfeeling voice: "Eat slowly, there will be more after eating."

It sounded a bit disobedient at first, but Lu Fengmian couldn't care less about these things. At this moment, he only felt the voice in his ear was like the sound of heaven. He obeyed the immortal's order and ate the buns slowly.

The temperature of the steamed stuffed bun is just right, neither hot nor cold, Lu Fengmian has never eaten such delicious food, the skin is thin and the stuffing is big, and it is full of juice after one bite.

Lu Fengmian was a little embarrassed, for fear that the steamed bun soup would drip onto the fairy's hands, but the soup seemed to be alive, hanging at the place where the steamed bun was bitten open and no longer falling naturally.

At this moment, Lu Fengmian believed that the person in front of him was an immortal in the sky, so he was no longer surprised, and ate all the buns in the immortal's hand in two or three strokes.

Seeing that Lu Fengmian finished eating a steamed stuffed bun in a short while, the immortal said slowly, "Do you want to eat more?"

Lu Fengmian shook his head reluctantly. He wanted to eat, but he was afraid that if he ate again, he would lose everything. If this was a dream, he would never wake up. can stay in this moment forever.

Seeing Lu Fengmian shaking his head, the immortal didn't force him, but just asked, "Will you come with me?", which made Lu Fengmian feel gentle.

Of course Lu Fengmian is willing, he nodded vigorously, the bun has already captured his heart, he believes that a fairy will not lie to himself a child, he is willing to leave with the fairy, even if it is just a fleeting one dream.

Probably because the heavens heard his voice, Lu Fengmian was carried by the fairy and flew up. Because of the wrapping of the cloak, he could only hear the whistling of the wind. He secretly put his head on the shoulder of the fairy, resting in peace. In the arms of the immortal.

That day the immortal brought him to a place, and only then did Lu Fengmian realize that the immortal who thought he was an immortal was not a real immortal, but a legendary cultivator of immortals, and he had a nice Taoist name called Qingyuan Zhenren.

From that day on, Lu Fengmian became the closed disciple of Daoist Qingyuan of Tianjianzong. In fact, there is only one senior brother Xie Yingzhou above him. Xie Yingzhou is the most talented disciple of Tianjianzong.

On the contrary, Lu Fengmian, a disciple of the useless spirit root, has no talent for cultivating immortals, and he doesn't know why the master accepts him as a disciple. By his side, even if he is a small disciple doing odd jobs, he is very happy,

Lu Fengmian's life in Tianjianzong was actually not easy. Although the elder brother didn't say anything, Lu Fengmian could see that the elder brother looked down on him. Indeed, he had no talent, and he wasted a lot of master's panacea. Still standing still.

Sometimes talent is not something that can be obtained through hard work. Even though Lu Fengmian practiced sleeplessly and forgot to eat, he still couldn't even pass the most basic foundation-building period, and even fainted from starvation at one point.

Everyone knows that Tian Jianzong Wan Jianfeng has a genius and a waste. The genius Xie Yingzhou has reached the golden core stage at a young age, and the waste material Lu Fengmian has entered Wan Jianfeng for several years and has not even reached the foundation stage. It is a pity that theirs Master Qingyuan really prefers Lu Fengmian.

Not only did he take pains to cultivate it, but he also found all kinds of panacea to cleanse Lu Fengmian's marrow, but unfortunately the effect was not great. Lu Fengmian was still a disgrace to the inner disciples, and was looked down upon and bullied by everyone. However, due to the identity of Daoist Qingyuan, no one dared to do it. too much.

Just isolating Lu Fengmian for a little bit is enough to hurt his young heart. Fortunately, the only person Lu Fengmian cares about most is his master Master Qingyuan, and everyone else is irrelevant to him.

Lu Fengmian's life in Tianjianzong is very fulfilling. He works hard every day to make himself the pride of his master. Even if he is not proud, he doesn't want to make his master a talking point because of himself.

He knows that Shizun is very powerful. Although he looks cold and aloof, he is aloof, but in fact Shizun is a very gentle person. He will comfort him when his cultivation is not progressing, care about him when he is injured, and guide him earnestly. He cultivates, such a good master, how can he not worship.

After entering Tianjianzong, Lu Fengmian realized that his master is well-known in the entire world of cultivating immortals, not because of his advanced cultivation base, but because of his appearance as a banished immortal, and his temperament is out of the world. They all say that if you have seen the real Qingyuan, you will know the truth in the sky. What does the fairy look like.

But Lu Fengmian doesn't like this kind of talk, he always thinks it's too frivolous, because of the appearance, the world will always subconsciously ignore the ability of the master. In his eyes, the master is omnipotent. not allowed.

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