The moon is as cool as water, and the stars are shining.

The child's eyes have a calm old age that does not match his age, frowning and thinking.

When he was in the back mountain of Feng Yao, he was furious when he saw the horrific wounds all over his body, and the tall and tough figure that appeared for no reason was really familiar. The mountains are filled with black mist, and the profound cultivation is domineering and strong, and the continuous flow seems to be a sign that the oil will never run out. The black mist rushed straight into the sky, tearing a crack lightly, silver light splashed in, and the surroundings seemed to be a calm water surface hitting several stones, causing heavy ripples, the scenery became hideous and blurred, and the figure of the person became distorted and transparent.

He hastily retracted his strength, and only after the night sky was completely repaired by the silver light did he recover.

That was the first time.

Hearing that the person's accident was unexpected, his mood was agitated, and he could clearly feel how the black mist hit his body, how it corroded and consumed people's bodies inch by inch, and the soul and body were painfully twisted into powder for a long time. I don't know whether it was intentional or subconscious, he carefully avoided the sky and pressed the black mist to the ground. This is the second time.

Third ......

Hongyuan looked at the rich and thick night, it was a good time for deep sleep, but his eyes were clear, and his pupils seemed to be deeper and deeper than the night, cold as stone, complex and obscure.

A cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and with each successful transfer of cultivation, there were more and more fragments and clues in his mind.

It's not that hard for him to pry open a corner and keep digging deeper.

The fragments are messy and disjointed.

Some of them should be there for his age.

More than that, it shouldn't be.

It was vague and not true, as if he was reading someone else's story, which was really not a pleasant experience, he frowned deeply, stayed out of the matter, looked back from the perspective of a stranger, and still felt the deep despair and pain.

The little child curled up on the ground and was kicked, instinctively covering his soft belly and head, and bearing the weight of the beating with his back. The insults and fists did not stop until late afternoon, and he struggled to raise his hand, and the skin of his clothes was covered with purple and black marks of bruises. He crawled up on the ground with a flat expression, and then the moment he looked up, he saw a little brother who was a few years older than him, held in his arms by a sturdy man, and the woman who was traveling beside him gave him a fragrant snack.

He blinked, as if he was feeling a little uncomfortable, and turned his head away with red eyes.

The child in the Taoist uniform was ostracized when he first entered the sect, and the disciples of the same sect were in groups of three or two, laughing and laughing, he looked at it with his eyes, and saw the senior brother coming towards him, and when he saw him, his face changed greatly, and they all went far away, as if he had a word to him, and he looked at him as if he had been defiled.

In the elegant and clean room, the young man was chained to the bed by layers of iron chains, and his body was rotten and stinky, like a living skeleton. He looked at the beam with his eyes open, motionless, and he didn't even have the strength to blink in pain.

Several white-robed disciples pushed the door in with laughter, and when they stepped into the door, they covered their mouths and noses in disgust. Even if the window is opened for ventilation, it is still difficult to hide the strange stench that has been devoured by demonic beasts and is difficult to heal.

He rolled his eyes slowly, and the disciples with rich eyes and extraordinary eyebrows covered their mouths with white cloths, opened the extremely precious white jade porcelain bottle, poured out a few drops of fragrant liquid, and applied it to him to heal his wounds.

"Apply more. The master has instructed that Uncle Xiao needs to use the eighth-order hexagonal demonic beast as a protective shield this time, and he is in a hurry to use it. ”

"Yes. Third Senior Brother, although this little monster looks ugly, his life is really hard, so he can't die. ”

"Crow's mouth! If he dies, you will lure the monster? Don't say that he has a hard life, even if he is not hard, he must spare his life because of the ability to lure the monster. ”

"Yes, yes, Senior Brother is right. ”

"The Fuyao Sword Sect has already come to beg people twice, so it's faster. ”

……

At the bottom of the bottomless cliff, after countless near-death and rebirth, and after the last rebirth, he saw two corpses.

It was the corpses of a man and a woman, with a karma mirror next to it.

Two figures appeared inside.

Both of them are dragon-like characters. The man's eyebrows are cold, and when he speaks, he is like a spring hitting a stone, and his voice is as cold as a deep spring, but when he looks at a woman, the tenderness and sweetness in his eyes almost overflow.

The woman is petite and exquisite, with curved eyebrows and smiling eyes, white clothes and white skirts, a slender body, and her skin is as white as ivory. Plain clothes and black hair, with a delicate red flower inserted on the side of the hairpin, adding three points of color to the plain white.

The woman's abdomen was slightly raised, her expression was extremely gentle, and she explained his life history with the man, as well as the technique of absorbing pills that had been prepared for nearly 10,000 years, explained the pros and cons, and asked him to choose carefully.

More than ten sentences.

He fell to his knees, looking at the visions that had long since vanished.

This is the only thing left behind by his parents, whose blood is dissolved in water and is in the same vein.

Escaped from the Valley of a Thousand Corpses, was chased all the way to the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, and after three thousand years, the boy grew taller and taller, and he was already an adult.

The silent and slaughtering young man walked slowly out of the lush forest of ten thousand beasts, the dark clouds in the sky were overwhelming, and from time to time there were slender lightning like curved snakes, and where he passed, all beasts surrendered. Walking outside the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, it was densely packed with strange birds and beasts.

The huge pressure was like a mountain and a sea, bending everyone's backs.

The cultivators of the Cultivation Realm, whether good or evil, saw him come out, and they all took a step back, their faces full of shock, jealousy, and hidden worries.

The tall, hard-nosed man's eyes were as dark as a pool, and his expression was cold and detached, and his gaze swept over the monk, and wherever he looked, the monk avoided it like a plague.

What did he do wrong?

Why is it so far away from him from the past to the present?

He fixed for a moment, and the anger and horns that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time found an outlet for catharsis at this moment. He looked a little sneering, raised his hand, the sky changed color, the thunder rolled, he didn't use any exercises, when the cultivation was to climb to the top, far beyond people, the magic spirit weapon could not add half a point to him.

He didn't move, the demonic beast was already trembling, the monk was silent, and made a posture of resisting defense, the two factions of good and evil worked together to resist the enemy, and that enemy was naturally him.

The two sides faced off at a stalemate, and without knowing who among the vast monks could make a move, a cloud of fire exploded in the open space in front of them.

……

On the same day, Hongyuan Shenjun tried his sword, and 100,000 monks gathered in the Ten Thousand Beasts Forest, only to go back less than one percent, and the world was in an uproar.

The Ten Thousand Beasts Temple in the depths of the Ten Thousand Beasts Forest, every table, chair, flower and tree is extremely carved, and the temple is surprisingly large and terrifyingly quiet.

He sat high on it, it was a god who looked at it, and the demonic beast who was calling for wind and rain was making a small bow in front of him, and he didn't dare to breathe cautiously, kneeling below.

To his left and right, there was nothing.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, his life has been full of potholes, rugged and bumpy, with big ups and downs. From a monster with nothing to an unattainable god, he seems to have gotten a lot, but he has never received half a point for the most basic and easy things in the world.

What exactly did he do wrong?

The face of the cultivation realm was completely torn off, and countless demonic beasts broke into the cultivation realm with great fanfare, taking advantage of the prestige of the Hongyuan Divine Monarch. He watched coldly, adding fuel to the fire, watching the monsters deceive people, robbing homes and houses, and turning towns and villages into ruins, but he was still not shocked by the changes, and the gods blocked and killed the gods and Buddhas, and single-handedly turned the cultivation world upside down, and the lives were ruined.

What he does most often is to look at a sect family, hundreds of people up and down, thousands of people, and only one can live. Those people have become hideous in order to survive, and they are killing each other with their former friends and brothers. Look at them no longer talking and laughing, no longer being like friends, no longer smiling...... No longer envious of him.

He has a little pleasure in revenge!

Soon, all the small factions that had offended him came to crusade, and the righteousness was awe-inspiring, saying that there was a debtor and a debtor, so why deliberately retaliate and kill innocents indiscriminately?

He turned them all away, laughing and shaking his head.

He never deliberately retaliated against anyone, he just felt ...... It's so boring to be alive.

He is a monster, even the blood on his body is cold, he is yin and sick, he does whatever he wants, regardless of good and evil, other people's joys, sorrows, loves, hatreds, sorrows and sorrows have nothing to do with him, and his true feelings and warmth can't move him half a point.

Day after day, he is accompanied by a lonely shadow.

Hongyuan looked at the lonely child, the lonely young man, the lonely young man, the lonely man, and his body exuded a thick loneliness and desolation.

What kind of mood was that, the child scratched the sheets, and the pain in his heart was like a spasm. In the past, the world gave him dark torture and □□, and later it was hatred, fear and silence, the kind of life that was respected and avoided far away, and for thousands of days, he was alone, and he was so desperate when he thought about it.

It was nearly early in the morning, and the slight tearing sound of bed sheets woke up the person in the bed. Fang Qi half-propped up his body, rubbed his eyes to look at him, there was some doubt and tenderness in his eyes, stretched out his leg and kicked him, and asked, "Are you awake or not asleep?"

Hongyuan woke up like a dream, his eyes flickered, he raised his eyes to look at him, and before he spoke, his heart was already very soft.

Hongyuan looked at his face, Zang Feng's sharp eyes showed a little softness, and he said in a dumb voice: "I...... Had a nightmare. ”

A glimmer of light penetrated the window, dispelling the darkness, and dawn was approaching, and dawn had come.

Fang Qi blinked vigorously, dispelled the still strong sleepiness, wrapped in the quilt and stepped forward, pressed against his face, and asked, "What a nightmare, tell me about it." ”

Hongyuan chuckled when he saw his sleepy expression, he could always tell lightly whether he was thirsty, hungry or sleepy, and immediately pressed the person back to the bed and whispered, "Sleep for a while." ”

The back of Fang Qi's head hit the pillow, and he was about to surrender to sleep. Thanks to the fact that when he got up, the invading chill made him barely stay awake, he lifted the quilt, scooped in the people sitting outside to cover it, and muttered, "It's a dream anyway, it'll be fine when you wake up, don't be afraid." Sleep, sleep, what's the matter until daytime...... You don't have to go to school. ”

The child's body was cold, Fang Qi soothed his back for a while, and he was a little dissatisfied in his heart, why was his body so stiff and stiff, it must have been frozen.

Hongyuan was face to face with him, against his chest, the ice in his eyes melted rapidly, the man's low breath spat on his forehead, a steady stream of heat from his chest to his limbs, his heart instantly steady, this feeling was too comfortable □□ heart, almost drowning him.

Hongyuan's stiff body slowly relaxed. He used to be very puzzled why there were so many bright avenues, only his path was the darkest and desperate.

On this road. He had become discouraged about the world countless times and wanted to die for it. He had been tossing and turning in countless late nights, being bullied, and saying to himself, "I'm really tired."

But all those accumulated discouragements and despairs add up, and they are vulnerable to one defeat to the enemy, but at this moment they are one ten-thousandth of the sweetness of happiness.

He finally ushered in the dawn that belonged to him, and finally came to the bitterness.