After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

The sound of cracking in the body became more and more clear. The half-kneeling man forced a breath, his fingertips dug deep into the soil, the veins on his arm exploded, and he violently coughed out a bright red all over the ground.

The man who was pierced through the bone of the lute by the iron hook was already on the verge of death. Looking at the scene in front of him, he still felt heartbroken. Two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed from his eyes, and he begged weakly: "Please let my senior brother go, you want to use me to test Gu?" It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you turn me into an evil ghost, let me do whatever you want, please let him go..."

Zhao Yuya turned a deaf ear to it, with a trace of insidiousness across his face, and winked at Moxiu beside him.

They immediately understood, drew out the long thin curved knives around their waists, and approached the young man step by step with the knives in hand.

Suddenly, the people on the ground raised Shen Ning's eyes, the tip of the eyes was blood red, showing that they were forced into a desperate situation, and they were still rebellious and ruthless. When they saw their figures, they felt a chill in their hearts.

The demon energy suddenly attached to the back of the spine, and the demon cultivators with knives came back to their senses one after another. At first, they understood that the pavilion was angry, and immediately raised the long knife glowing with cold light and stabbed at the young man's body!

Qin Zhaozhu's eyes were about to burst, and he wanted to save people. At that moment, he forgot what pain was, and he didn't understand where the brute force came from. He just broke his own bones, broke free from the iron hook, and fell to the ground like a bird with its own wings folded. He threw himself in front of the man so that he could block the long knife with his broken body.

The sharp blade pierced into the flesh and blood of the two men, making a dull sound, only the bright red tip protruded, dripping blood.

Feeling the hot body hugging him, Su Wan ignored the many blades piercing through his chest, and raised his face stiffly and slowly.

The warm blood slipped from Qin Zhaozhu's jaw drop by drop, hitting his face heavily, corroding his already incomplete heart.

"It's all my fault that I have too many personal thoughts. I insisted on seeing my senior brother before I die, which made things like this,"

His voice became weaker and weaker, he lowered his head powerlessly, leaned against his forehead, and sighed very lightly, "I shouldn't be a burden to senior brother, I never thought about it in this life, but I still drag you down."

The sympathetic nerves were stuck, and the dense tingling pain was like thousands of iron needles piercing the spinal cord, and the broken fragments inside were automatically pieced together bit by bit.

"What's your name?"

The young man's crisp voice was like a mountain spring ding-dong.

"My surname is Qin, and my name is Qin Zhaozhu."

When he looked at him secretly, there was a moving and cautious light in his eyes.

"Have we met before?"

"No, I haven't seen it."

"Hmm... maybe this is hit-a-piece."

In an instant, the cracks rushed through the blood vessels to open the Qi veins suppressing the dantian, and pierced hard into the head. The severe pain made his head almost burst.

"Brother, I want you to remember me completely."

"Do you know that I have been looking for you all these years."

"Wherever the senior brother is, Shuyun will be there."

"But I still haven't become what you want to see after all."

Snowflake noises appeared in front of my eyes, and after a sharp tinnitus, the memory suddenly flashed in the cold and snowy night, Qin Zhaozhu carried the young man with weak breath on his back, and walked down the stone steps covered with thick snow with difficulty, he was sweating. Like the rain, panting for breath while comforting the person lying on the thin shoulder: "Senior brother, don't fall asleep, I will take you home right away, we will go home right away..."

Su Wan knelt on the spot in a daze, noticing that the man's body was gradually becoming cold, he stretched out his muddy hand and touched his bruised back, just like when he was young: "I want to go home, Shu Yun."

In an instant, the ferocious fire qi flooded the entire ghost nest like a violent storm. The devil cultivators were all burned into green smoke and howled miserably. The mountains and rocks that opened were overwhelmed, and he was in a panic.

There was a violent shaking in the ghost nest, pavilions and pavilions collapsed one after another, and the raging fire raged and roared, killing all evil consequences.

In the burning flames, the young man's green robe was covered with blood red, golden cracks on his face extended to his whole body, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, holding a bloody corpse in his hand, as if walking through the flames of purgatory The evil god who came out.

Light rain fell in the mountains, pattering, mixed with gray mist.

The corner of the pine and frost green clothes brushed against the faded grass blades, dragging a long bloodstain where it passed.

The young man walked forward numbly, becoming a body without a soul, letting the knife wounds all over his body bleed continuously, but he didn't walk very far, and fell straight to the ground with the corpse in his arms.

The rain dripped down the ends of his hair and wet his blood-stained lips. He opened his dull eyes and murmured, "Go home."

The blood was diluted by the rain, and after a shadow came over, the youth on the ground disappeared.

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The cave is narrow and narrow, the air is hot, and withered brown vines cover the entrance of the cave.

After the cold air seeped out from the body of the plain white figure, it was sucked away by the blood-stained man in the cave.

Moon hidden worry-free grass has failed?

Xu Qingyi stood aside coldly, seeing that the golden veins on his body were not scattered, his true energy was disordered, and the flames were overflowing, he knew that it was the Yueyin Woyoucao that failed to suppress his cultivation, causing him to extremely stimulate his true essence and go crazy .

The appearance of this person reminded him of his painful memory of enduring the extreme cold and suppressing his demon nature for him. His eyes darkened, and an uncontrollable hatred burst from the bottom of his heart. Murderous.

However, before he got close, he heard the man whisper: "Don't come over."

His heart sank, and he simply kept on doing nothing. Layers of cold air clung to the sword, and was about to pierce it, when the man struggled to stand up, stumbled and walked a little farther, disregarding the serious injury, he melted the knot with true energy Surrounding himself: "I... can't control the fire energy in my body, it will hurt you."

He leaned against the cave wall, coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood sullenly, and then closed his eyes drowsily.

The heart was tightened suddenly, Xu Qingyi couldn't help being stunned, all the pasts of him helping him in the ghost nest completely appeared in his mind.

I'm about to die, and I'm still thinking about worrying about others!

The hatred in his heart was suddenly shaken, and the long sword in his hand disappeared, but after he realized it, he became even more annoyed: who knows what tricks this man is playing!

"Master!"

A boy's shout came from afar.

The shout made the people in the formation suddenly open their eyes, struggling to hold on to the cave wall, and walked out regardless of the pain.

Seeing this, Xu Qingyi frowned and stared coldly, filled with anger, raised his hand to stop him: "Without the cold air suppressing the flames, you wouldn't be able to survive today."

His eyes were tired and his expression was flat, as if he couldn't hear his words, he said to himself: "A Yao is waiting for me."

Xu Qingyi's complexion suddenly changed, and his nails pierced into his palm: "You want to die like this?"

"Ayao is waiting for me."

This person is like a walking dead, indifferent to everything that happens before his eyes.

In these eyes, he couldn't see joy, anger, sorrow, joy, but only a dead blackness, engulfing the light he had seen before.

It was like nothing he had ever seen.

Xu Qingyi stared at the blood-stained face with his gray eyes motionless, and said word by word: "As long as you open your mouth, I will save you."

"He's waiting for me."

He didn't seem to recognize him, his eyes were dull and lifeless.

Suddenly, there was a ferocious beast rushing around in the dark heart, and Xu Qingyi became restless for no reason: he even took a step back, why did he still only want to see that Ah Yao.

Pain and malice swept through his limbs and bones, and the frost spread rapidly from his feet in an instant, closing the hole, freezing the inside, and condensing the cold air in the room.

There was a bit of crazy stubbornness in his eyes, he held onto him tightly, and the chaotic fire qi penetrated into his body just like in his memory, biting and wrestling with the cold air, the overwhelming anger made him unable to tell whether he was in pain or not In pain, Tu Liu was full of murderous intent: "I can save you, but he can't!"

The man had no strength left to struggle, he just lowered his eyes and shook his head: "You will be hurt."

He was stunned for a moment, and the hand that was holding him loosened slightly, as if the darkness in his heart had seen light again, and even the ferocity of the storm was lightened.

"Do you recognize me?"

He leaned his face closer, wondering who exactly he was looking at.

Those dark eyes fell back on his face, and looked at him blankly, as if about to say something, but suddenly looked away, looking at his raised right palm.

His gaze shifted along with his gaze, and only then did he see a glowing crook mark on the palm of the man's right hand, with slender blood threads extending from the veins, slowly growing out of the cave.

Xu Qingyi's eyes were fixed and he was amazed. He naturally knew that this was the unique seal after the beast race formed a spiritual contract with humans.

The young man's cries continued, which pierced his ears and scratched his heart. Luckily, he calmed down the flames in his body, and walked out of the cave with a gloomy face. After walking a few miles, he saw a young man full of animal spirit running in the rain and fog, with an extremely anxious expression on his face.

This face... was the face he had seen in the painting of that man.

No wonder he felt familiar with the painting when he first saw it. It turns out that the apprentice he took in was not a human being at all, but a beast that was only good at changing its appearance!

"Later I met a man who taught me to know the heart, distinguish colors, and be in love. It is not tolerated by the world, so I am determined to leave the Taoist sect, let go of the false name, cultivate for a hundred years, and only hope to be sincerely paid."

The words of the ghost nest in the past echoed in my ears.

He stared at the young man in the mist, his gaze gradually became cold and cruel, and the poisonous snake hovering over his heart once again gnawed at the flesh with sharp teeth: What kind of sincerity can there be for something that is not even a human being?

The temperatureless black fireworks accumulated over time and turned into a heart demon that would destroy the world.

The long sword shone with a cold light, sporadic frostflakes flew down, and the blade was about to drink blood, but the people in the cave broke through the frost and came out staggeringly.

With a serious look in his eyes, he immediately retracted the sword and turned back to the hole, cast a spell to hide the breath on his body, and held the hot hook mark on his palm tightly, urging the cold air to seal the mark.

"Brother, you are reluctant to kill me, are you?"

The words in the dream echoed in my ears abruptly.

He clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, and the voice in his heart resisted that sentence over and over again:

No, it's not that he didn't want to kill him, he wanted to cut him into pieces from the beginning to the end, and saving him was to make him die more painfully!

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There was darkness all around, all kinds of memory fragments rolled around, and all the senses hit by it almost collapsed.

For a while, the screen showed a little beggar covering his stomach and rolling around on the ground, foaming from his mouth, crying out in pain.

The onlookers pointed and pointed, all of them covered their mouths and noses and looked disgusted, but the young man who was holding the candy cake saw this when he passed by, he couldn't bear it, he left the candy cake and squeezed into the crowd, ignoring the obstruction of his attendants , must send people to the hospital.

"Oh, my little ancestor, this beggar is so dirty, if he has any illnesses for you, Madam will definitely kill the villain after she finds out!"

"I think he is really pitiful. Grandma always said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and I am saving people and not causing trouble, so don't tell Aniang what happened today, lest her Worry!"

After a while, he became a little beggar after he recovered from his illness. He was beaten severely for stealing buns, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

The well-clothed young master walked over with a box of cold jade crisps, and saw the little beggar get up in a panic, and limped away.

He scratched his head in doubt, gave the bun money to the boss, and quickly chased after him, calling him while chasing: "Hey, wait!"

After chasing him into the alley, the little beggar had nowhere to escape, so he could only shrink in a corner, looking at him in fear.

"Don't be afraid," the little boy panted and handed over the cold jade crisps in his hand, giving himself a sigh of relief, "You must be hungry."

The little beggar's stomach growled, and he looked at the pastry vigilantly, but remained silent for a long time.

Seeing this, he stuffed his purse into his hand: "If you don't like Han Yusu, go buy what you like, but in the future, don't take other people's things and don't give you money, it will be very painful to be beaten. "

Mentioning Han Yusu, he walked out of the alley, leaving the little beggar holding the money bag, staring blankly at his leaving back.

Since then, the little prince has never seen the little beggar again, but he doesn't know that an invisible "tail" has grown from his back.

The "tail" is always not far from him, and will move big stones to step on the muddy road he must pass after it rains; he will look around for the jade pendant after he loses it, and then sneak the jade pendant he picked up. Delivered to the door of his mansion; would hide in the streets and alleys, walking the path he walked over and over again.

Later, the young master said that he was going to Jinzhou to learn from a teacher and cultivate Taoism. After hearing the news, Taiwei hurriedly washed his face, changed into a piece of unpatched clothes, and followed the young master to Jinzhou.

Only this time, before he could hide in the dark, he was caught by the young master. The young man had a serious face: "What are you following me for?"

"me……"

With his burning eyes staring at him, he seemed embarrassed.

The little boy suddenly laughed: "What's your name?"

"My surname is Qin, and my name is Qin Zhaozhu."

"Qin Zhaozhu..." He read his name, stared at him for a while, and thought, "Did we meet somewhere?"

"No, I haven't seen it."

Little Tail quickly shook his head in denial.

"Hmm... maybe it's just hit it off," he laughed more happily, "Are you going to Jinzhou to learn art from a teacher? If so, how about we go together?"

"well!"

Little Tail froze for a moment, then nodded hastily.

The picture then changed to two people wearing plain white Taoist robes, passing by the Nanhua Taoist Hall.

The elders and heads of the temple gathered together, and one of them said: "I didn't expect that this time I opened a mountain to recruit disciples, I could find a rare Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root!"

"Everything is caused by cause and effect, and I am indestructible according to God's gift!"

"If you train that child as the next head of the sect, it will definitely restore my way to its former glory!"

Listening to the conversation, Little Tail couldn't hide the joy on his face, grabbed the young master beside him and said, "Did you hear that? Brother, in terms of talent, you are the most powerful in Jinzhou. The elders value you so much, and they will make you the head of the sect in the future!"

"The head? What's the point of being the head." The young master threw up the hollow ball made of bamboo in his hand, and walked through the hall with a face full of indifference.

"But when you first started, didn't you say you wanted to compete with the sun and the moon?" Little Tail was puzzled.

The little boy hugged the falling ball, looked around, smiled mysteriously, covered his mouth and approached his ear and said: "That day, hundreds of people in the audience were looking at me, and the elders said the Skyfire Spirit Root again. It’s amazing, if I don’t say that, I will make them laugh.”

"Then what did senior brother come to Nanhua Road to do?"

The young master looked at the disciples flying around in the mountains, and said with a smile: "Because Yujian is very fun, I want to learn Yujian!"

"Ah? But..."

Little Tail wanted to say something, but the people on the side kicked the ball out of their hands and shouted: "Yu Qing, watch the ball!"

Li Xiyuan, who was holding the Heart Sutra in his hand under the tree, had a bright look in his eyes, and suddenly regained his energy. He left the Heart Sutra and raised his leg to sweep the ball, kicking the ball back: "Fifth Senior Brother, continue!"

"Shu Yun, don't be dazed, let's play together!" The little boy patted him on the shoulder, like a cheerful bird, frolicking freely in the air.

Zhuqiu twirled back and forth between the running of the teenagers, playing for fun, the kicked ball exploded and smashed to pieces.

The three of them froze at the same place, and when they turned their heads, they saw Lord Qingxiao's expression was stern, the frosty weather was raging, and the surrounding vegetation seemed to be shriveled one after another because of him.

"The disciple has seen the master!"

The teenagers all bowed their heads in salute, not daring to show their air.

"Zhexuan, as a senior brother, you only teach your younger brother to play with things and lose one's ambition, are you willful?"

"I... what the master taught is that the disciple knows his mistake!"

"Master, it is Shu Yun who insists on playing Cuju with the senior brother, it's none of the senior brother's business, if the master wants to punish, just punish the disciple!"

"Master, Yu Qing is also at fault! Yu Qing is willing to receive the punishment together with the sixth senior brother, and I hope the master will calm down!"

"Taking mutual favor and protecting each other is for appeasement, you two go to the Shensi Hall to face the wall and think about it! Zhexuan, from today onwards, you will move away from Chishui Peak and live alone in the Changzhao Hall of Yanxi Peak. You cannot leave the hall without permission!"

"Disciple obey!"

The night came, and there was silence.

Yanyan Peak is far away from the main peak of Fuyu Mountain, it looks high and cold, and the empty hall is cold, only a dim lamp is on.

The young master was a little scared to be alone, and wanted to push the door to go out, but was blocked by the foot seal on the door.

He walked to the ever-burning lamp, leaned against the only source of light, thinking that his master would let him out after his anger subsided, so he curled up and fell asleep in anxiety.

When he woke up, the wind was blowing in his ears, and he found himself in the sky, with Shizun Yujian standing in front of him.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Master, where are we going?"

"Feng Yuan Gate."

"Why do you want to go to Fengyuanmen, Shuyun and the others?"

As soon as he finished asking, a force hit him head-on, causing him to fall off the sword.

Falling to the ground didn't hurt as imagined, but the pungent fishy smell rushed straight to the top of the sky, making him nauseous.

Taking a closer look, he actually fell into a pile of broken corpses, torn corpses everywhere, not far from his hand, there was only half of his head left, the bloody brain was clearly visible.

"what!!"

He had never seen such a horrible scene in his life, he couldn't help screaming, shaking all over, got up pale and ran, stepped on a severed hand, slipped and fell in the bloody corpse.

His eyes met the torn intestines, and his nausea continued to rise. He couldn't help vomiting, and his physiological tears kept flowing.

The roar of the beast was deafening. He didn't care about the nausea. Through his teary eyes, he saw a huge mountain rat, about as tall as a man, with blood stains hanging from the corner of his mouth. Come!

"Master, Master, save me!"

He was terrified, his legs were weak, and he backed away in a river of blood.

At that time, a long sword pierced through and pierced the mountain mouse's hind legs, preventing it from moving forward!

Immediately, the purple-robed Taoist descended from the sky, pulled up the boy in the blood, and couldn't help but be stunned after seeing his face: "Zhexuan? Why are you?"

"Fourth, fourth uncle!"

He still looked pitifully panicked.

"You are young, and you have just started to learn, and your practice is still shallow. How can you help Fengyuanmen fight against the siege of the evil beast refining sect!"

Taoist Zipao seemed to have thought of something, and asked him, "Did the head bring you here?"

Seeing him nodding his head, he sighed: "How can he teach his disciples like this, is he eager to achieve success, isn't he afraid of backfire?"

Seeing three or four wild squirrels surrounding them from all directions, he hurriedly protected them behind him, "Hiding away!"

The purple-robed Taoist continued to wrestle with the Mang Mountain Rat. The young master held on tightly to the wooden post, fearing that he would slip into the pool of flesh and blood below again. Frightened, a sticky tongue wrapped around his waist , dragging him backwards.

He frantically tried to snap off the tongue on his waist, and when he looked back, a blue-eyed lizard opened its mouth, intending to wrap its tongue and swallow him into its stomach.

As death kept approaching, his eyes were bloodshot, and he twisted his body to get rid of the tongue, but his strength was too weak, so he had to watch its bloody mouth getting closer and closer to him.

The moment he was swallowed into his mouth, a force came and dragged him in the opposite direction. As if he saw hope, he realized that it was his fourth uncle who had part of his mind on him, but it was just a reckless head. The mountain mouse, one end is saving people, it is really difficult to have both. Seeing that the fourth master uncle was thrown down by the wild mountain mouse in order to save himself, he hurriedly found a broken blade with a curled edge from the pool of blood, and stabbed fiercely at his waist. Tongue.

His tongue was as hard as iron, and the blade couldn't do any harm to it. He watched in despair as his fourth uncle was thrown to the ground by the wild mountain mouse, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Fourth uncle, let me go, I don't want you to save me! "

The besieged man couldn't hold it anymore, the strength in his waist loosened, and he continued to be pulled back by his tongue. At the critical moment, the cold air suddenly came, and the water rippled into ten thousand sharp swords, and quickly cut back the wild mountain rat. He grazed his back and cut off the lizard's tongue!

He tremblingly got up from the bloody water, and wanted to rush towards the direction of the wild mountain mouse. A figure stood in front of him, staring at the dirty little guy with cold eyes: "Even if it is the spirit root of heaven fire, the danger At present, without the support of a strong cultivation base, he is nothing more than a useless piece of trash who can only cry and cry!"

"Master, Master..."

"Remember, today's Fengyuan Gate may be tomorrow's Nanhua Dao, and those who rely on others to save them are all weak cowards!"

He raised his red eyes, looked at this purgatory-like place, and shook his head desperately: "I, I will practice hard, and I will never be a coward who only relies on others!"

The moon is like a hook, Fuyu Mountain is brightly lit, only the most remote Yanxi Peak is completely dark.

"Qing Xiao, how could you bring Zhexuan to the Fengyuan Gate, which was invaded by the beast gate? Even if he is a Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root, as long as he fails to practice, he is an innocent child with a pure heart. What you have done is really stupid !" At that time, He Jing hadn't grown a big white beard, and he didn't even have wrinkles.

"Mr. He, you are right. Zhexuan should be the same as an entry-level disciple. He should grow his cultivation first, and then recognize the dangers of the world. However, the weapon refining school is gradually disappearing, and it is always declared that my way will be exhausted. I We can’t wait for him to progress step by step, so we have to push him to the forefront.”

"Then have you ever thought that he is willing? Zhexuan was not born for Nanhua Dao, he is also human!"

"Old He, since he is a Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root, he came to Nanhua Dao by accident. This is God's will! God's will made his fate like this, and he must not change it!"

"Qing Xiao!"

Seeing the sect leader throwing his sleeves and leaving, He Jing knew he had no choice but to persuade him, so he had no choice but to wave his head.

It was probably the first time to see the scene of blood and flesh flying all over the place. The young master, who had always been kept in the greenhouse, was overly frightened. He had nightmares constantly at night and developed a high fever.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that the ever-burning lamp in the hall suddenly went out, and the darkness surrounded him, as if there were countless monsters staying beside him.

The scene full of corpses and broken arms in the daytime came to mind again. He looked terrified and crawled towards the door. Just as he was about to push the door, the seal was hot and shook him away.

The darkness in the room made him frightened so much that his heart beat wildly and his breath became short of breath. He continued to crawl towards the door, tightly grasping the sealed door frame, and his psychological defense completely collapsed: "Master, let me out, I don't want to Stay here! Let me out!"

There was no one answering outside the door, and there was still a dead silence. He felt that he was forgotten by everyone in this empty and cold hall, surrounded by those dead ghosts, who wanted to eat his flesh and blood, so as to pull him into it. In hell.

I want to go home...I want to miss A Niang and my grandmother.

He curled up, shivering, and couldn't help sobbing.

"Brother!"

A familiar voice broke into the crying.

The young master sniffed aggrievedly, and called out tentatively, "Shu, Shu Yun?"

"It's me! I'm Shuyun... Hiss!" The person outside the door seemed to be leaning over, not wanting to be stabbed by the seal.

"Shu Yun..." The young master was even more aggrieved, tears kept falling like golden beans, "You, you stay closer to me, I'm afraid."

"Brother, I'm right here, don't be afraid."

Little Tail sat outside the door, looking into the door with a worried face.

After the people in the room cried for a while, their minds were in a daze, he lay down by the door, and was afraid that the people outside the door would leave, so he called him: "Shu Yun."

"I'm here, brother."

He responded seriously.

"You don't go, okay?"

"Okay, wherever the senior brother is, Shuyun will be there."

His mind was drowsy, his whole body was hot, he wanted to sleep but didn't dare to sleep, he always felt that the person outside would leave suddenly, so he couldn't help calling again: "Shu Yun."

"Ah."

The voice outside the door always answered him in time.

"do you miss home?"

"..." Xiaowei was silent for a while, "Brother, are you homesick?"

The little boy didn't answer, and lowered his eyes lonely in the darkness.

"Peaches and plums are fat, the moon is bright, and the flowing water in Jinxiang is tinkling. The little boy sighs that the vernal equinox is long, and he doesn't know that the green willows will wither and turn yellow early."

The little tail outside the door gently hummed the folk songs of his hometown. The singing voice was delicate and soothing, which rekindled a lamp for the homesick boy with his eyes closed in his dream.

It's a pity that after singing this ballad for a long time, Xiao Wei was caught by the master and slapped severely, and rushed to the Shensi hall to receive the punishment on the grounds that he didn't go back to the inner door to go to bed at night.

The next day, as soon as the young master woke up, he was taken by the master to the beast array that the evil sect of refining beasts had set up in Fengyuan Gate. He threw him in and asked him to practice with the beast array. For some low-level beasts, even so, he had to deal with it for a long time, and he was injured all over his body before he managed to cut the throat of a two-headed mink.

At night, he was still alone in the deserted Changzhao Hall, applying medicine to his wound while wiping away his tears, and leaning against the door grinning in pain, thinking of the boy who sang country songs for him last night.

"Peaches and plums are fat, the moon is bright, and the flowing water in Jinxiang is tinkling. The little boy sighs that the vernal equinox is long, and he doesn't know that the green willows will wither and turn yellow early."

He hummed softly to himself, and after a while the singing outside the door joined him, he immediately forgot the pain in his body, and happily shouted: "Shu Yun!"

"Senior Brother," Xiao Tail was slapped last night, his face was still bruised, he put the lantern away, took out a pen and paper from his pocket, and lay down on the ground to copy scriptures by the faint light, "You stay here every day. What do you want to eat here?"

"I want to eat... I want to eat sugar cakes, but I just want to think about it. There is no such thing in the Taoist sect." After smiling, the little boy pressed his face against the door frame again, and said worriedly, "You always secretly Come to me, if Master finds out, he will definitely punish you."

"It's okay, senior brother," Xiaowei wrote the Heart Sutra on the paper stroke by stroke, "I'm rough-skinned and thick-skinned, so I'm the least afraid of being punished."

As soon as the words were finished, the lantern was suddenly blown out by the wind.

His heart trembled, seeing Master standing at the entrance of the peak, although he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, the deterrent force that was dyed all over his body weighed on his heart like a mountain.

In an instant, a white light hit his chest, causing his body to hit the door frame of the main hall, making a loud noise.

"Shu Yun!"

The young master knew that something was wrong, so he rushed to break the seal on the door, "Master, it was the disciple who let Shu Yun come here, and the disciple is willing to bear all his faults! I beg the master not to blame Shu Yun!"

Lord Qingxiao didn't care what the people in the hall said, he just stared coldly at the disciple who had struggled to get up from the ground: "I told you to think about your mistakes in Shensitang, but you don't know how to repent, and you still want to go your own way!"

Little Tail wiped the froth from the corner of his mouth: "Master, this disciple just wants to see how Brother Fifth is doing recently."

"During the Zhexuan confinement period, no one is allowed to step into Yanyan Peak."

"Forgive me for being difficult to follow my orders."

Little Tail knelt down and raised his palm, speaking firmly.

Chilling Qi passed through his shoulders and knocked him down again.

Enduring the pain, he gritted his teeth, and repeated what he said just now: "Forgive me for getting in the way!"

Immediately after, three bursts of true energy pierced through his abdomen, his teeth chattered from the cold, and he curled up into a bow in pain. He still insisted: "Forgive me for making it difficult for me to obey my orders!"

He knew that he would be scared alone in this hall, so he desperately wanted to send him a little candle, even if it was insignificant, he had to do his best.

The young master couldn't see what was going on outside the hall, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, was shaken off countless times by the seal, and continued to pounce on him: "Master, please spare Shuyun, it's my fault, it's me Let him come, if you want to punish me, punish me, let him go!"

There was no movement outside the door soon, he called "Shu Yun" twice but there was no response, he could only sit on the ground with his eyes blank.

From about this day on, he was no longer afraid of the dark. He looked at the broken nails when he forcefully broke the seal, and suddenly laughed ironically. It turned out that he was too weak to even break the seal on the door, let alone protect him. Shu Yun, he couldn't even meet him.

The ranks of beasts in the beast formation are getting higher and higher day by day. He bathes in blood in the formation during the day, and stays in the dark Changzhao Hall at night to treat the wounds on his body without changing his face. The crying boy in the dark is like He died suddenly that night.

The boy who sang the folk songs hadn't been here for a long time. He grew up in the dark breeding ground, even if he was swallowed by a monster, he would never break the life-saving pill given to him by his master.

He always remembered the words of the master, "Those who need to be rescued by others are vulnerable cowards", so he used the remaining breath to cut open the stomach of the monster, and crawled out of it covered in blood. come out.

This miserable monster was brought back to the Taoist gate by him, and everyone around him praised that the Heavenly Fire Spirit Root really deserved its reputation. Even his unsmiling master patted him on the head, saying that he did a good job, and let him He untied the foot-restricting seal of Changzhao Hall by himself.

He was submerged in the sound of praise, as if at this moment he understood the meaning of the eyes that those people looked at him when he appeared on Nanhua Road that day when they learned that he was the spirit root of Tianhuo.

It turns out that I am so powerful.

When the little boy turned around, he smiled strangely.

The Zhuzhu ball made of bamboo rolled to his feet, he looked up, and saw his seventh junior brother looking at him with a pure and harmless face, like a rabbit that he could easily crush to death.

He walked past his eye sockets expressionlessly, leaving the solitary Zhuqiu silently paused.

He was used to the silent night of Yanyan Peak. He always sat in the dark without lighting the lamp, staring at the door that seemed to never be opened in his memory.

"Brother."

Someone knocked on the door.

He walked over and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

The young man was still as he remembered, with a pair of eyes hiding thousands of stars, he took out a paper bag from his arms and handed it to him: "Senior brother, everyone in the Taoist sect is praising you for being amazing, so I will say, from now on, you must You must win Mahayana and become the next head!"

When the little boy took the paper bag, he inadvertently glanced at the scar on his wrist, and the corner that the paper could not cover, just exposed the snow-white and somewhat scattered sugar cake.

He was taken aback for a moment, thinking that this person must have remembered what he said before, so he went down the mountain to buy this thing in violation of the door rules, and was punished and left scars.

He didn't know what Shu Yun was doing these days when he didn't come, but he was having a bad time after all, so he turned around holding the paper bag, squeezed the sugar cake tightly, and said coldly, "Don't come here again."

Little Tail stayed there for a while, put down the lantern in his hand, and left without saying a word.

Put a piece of sugar cake in your mouth, it is sweet and soft, just like the sugar cake in your hometown.

As he chewed, a tear flowed silently from his eyes.

In the later nights, Little Tail would still come to Changzhao Hall, but came secretly, put down a lamp and left.

This reminds him of the way he always followed him as his "tail" back in his hometown, and he always knew who he was.

Couldn't help but push open the door, the young man was closing his eyes and putting the lantern in his hand aside, as if he had done something wrong, he whispered: "It's too dark in the temple, it's not good for your eyes, I'll come and give you a lantern and leave .”

He didn't know that he hadn't been afraid of the dark for a long, long time.

The young master stared at his slowly walking away figure, and shouted in a voice he couldn't hear himself: "Shu Yun."

The person standing at the entrance of the peak really stopped and looked back at him.

His heart suddenly became soft, and he rushed into the darkness like the wind, and hugged him.

"Master, senior brother..."

This hug caught Little Tail off guard, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

"In the future, I will become the head of Nanhua Dao and change all the rules of the sect so that you will never have to be punished again."

After hearing this, Little Tail laughed and nodded vigorously.

They don't take the initiative to ask about each other's suffering, because they know that the scars that are about to heal cannot be opened again. In the young man's arrogance, there is always a soft part, which can be used as a sharp blade or an armor.

People can't live in praise all the time, and it will be a matter of time before they are questioned.

For example, Mo Qiuzhe broke his leg to save him, causing him to be buried in gossip all of a sudden.

Their applause lifted him up to the clouds, but they also caught his mistakes from time to time, trying to drag him off the clouds and smash him to pieces.

They envied and envied the fate of his Tianhuo Linggen, so they dragged him into the quagmire, stepped on him hard, and told themselves that Tianhuo Linggen was no different from ordinary Lingen.

They worship the gods, but they are also willing to let the gods