Mo Tear didn't know how the master brought him back, he didn't feel ecstatic as he imagined, but a trace of decadence and frustration.

This master really did a great thing that shocked the world and cried ghosts and gods, and overnight, he offended the three major sects, and if it was not done well, even the Shuntian Dynasty would not let them go.

Everyone knows that the reason why the Shuntian Dynasty can become the overlord of one side is nothing more than the support of the three major sects behind it, most of the generals and high-ranking officials are from the children of the three major sects, as for the head of Lingyun, the head of the Qingxin Dao and the head of the Holy Sword Pavilion who is less than thirty years old, Leng Minyi, but they are all the guests that the emperor dreams of.

Everyone in the world knows that Lin Huarun, the general of the Shuntian Dynasty, is the elder brother of Lin Xiaomu, a thousand-year-old wizard known as the reincarnation of the Emperor of Hedao.

It is said that he still loves his precious sister quite much, so doesn't he offend the whole world?

As long as Lin Xiaomu invites her brother to come out, there is nothing that can't be done, right? What's more, he just simply killed a broken Taoist priest and a stinky boy who has not dried up.

General Lin Huarun is in charge of an 800,000 iron army, and no sect dares to make him an enemy, and for this reason, the Jingshe Immortal Sect has not produced a master in the past six months, but he is still a leader in the cultivation world.

Isn't it just relying on the relationship between Lin Xiaomu, the twenty-eight-year-old woman who is known as the reincarnation of the Emperor of Hedao, and Lin Huarun? It is rumored that the unique vision of the head of Lingyun is not the talent of the other party, but the identity of the other party that shocks the world.

Speaking of Lin Huarun, it is really louder than any rumored reputation in the cultivation world.

He was born in a poor family, and since he was a child, he aspired to be the strongest in the world, and did not worship any disciples.

Since he was a child, he has been self-disciplined, and with his stubborn head of hard study, he has found an idle job in the army.

After his sister Lin Xiaomu was born, his parents died one after another, and he made up his mind to become a human being.

At the age of fifteen, he was promoted to Zuo Du Lieutenant because of his bravery in killing the enemy, and at the age of sixteen, he rushed into the battle alone, killed more than 100 enemies, and entered His Majesty's field of vision.

Since then, his career has been smooth sailing, until he was in charge of the 800,000 Iron Army generals.

It must be clear that Lin Huarun does not have any royal relations, and his ancestors have been poor peasants for 18 generations, and most of them died of hunger and cold.

Until he, a hero who had neither connections nor money, and was dedicated to working the battlefield, turned out to change the fate of his Lin family.

In the eyes of the people of the world, he is the iron-blooded barrier of the Shuntian Dynasty, as long as he is there, how dare the Northern Barbarians step into the territory of the Shuntian Dynasty half a step, it also has a more resounding name - the King of War.

The king is only worthy of the royal family, and he was born as a commoner, so he can be worthy of the king's character, which shows his status in the court.

offended such a person with relatives, but there is really no hope of living well.

Looking at the bastard master again, he was still as calm as ever, smiling a little obscenely, and said happily: "Little apprentice, tell the master quickly, what great achievements have you made on the mountain in the past few days?"

Mo Tear instantly became interested, and the bitter water in his stomach was spit out by him with oil and vinegar.

"Master, how is it? This sword is domineering! I don't know how much better than the sword made of broken wood on your body. ”

Mo Tear triumphantly took the heavy sword he picked up behind his back and stuck it on the ground, lifted the tight bark, revealing the red sword body in the cracks, and smiled.

Yifan Daoist touched the blood-killing heavy sword inserted in the ground, his face stiffened slightly, and his two fingers gently dusted off the sword body, making a sonorous sound.

After being startled, he looked at the little skin hiding behind Mo Tears, then glanced at Mo Tears, sighed, and said calmly: "Let's go out first, leave this sword, Mo Tears, you bring the door, don't go far, I still have something to ask you." ”

Mo Tear was slightly stunned, he had never seen the master speak so seriously, and his expression was even more solemn and terrifying.

He hurriedly led the door out and sat quietly on the ground, the waiting master called him in, and the senior brother also sat quietly next to him, neither of them said a word.

Yifan Daoist sighed again and again, his mood was depressed and decadent, and he raised his head and said to himself: "Do you believe in this world? Or do you believe your one-sided words? How should you let me choose?"

After a long time, he stared firmly at the sword with red light, slowly closed his eyes, and quickly stretched out his hand, since he quietly went deep into the sword, in an instant, the whole person walked in.

He walked through the heavy chains with great calmness and lightness, and came to the end, and when he saw the old man who was bound by the chains all over his body, he was slightly startled, and said slightly: "He Sen, He Sen." ”

The old man, who was called He Sen by a mortal Taoist, slowly opened his eyes, glanced at it, and finally fixed on the man wearing a shabby Taoist uniform and carrying a wooden sword a few feet in front of him, and looked at it unscrupulously for a long time, and his face gradually became extremely happy and surprised.

Yifan Daoren's face was solemn, and he said with a straight face: "He Sen, why are you here?"

He Sen hurriedly said respectfully: "The junior He Sen has seen the seniors here, and a hundred years ago, thanks to the patient guidance of the seniors, the younger generations are grateful here." ”

Yifan Daoist shook his head and said coldly, "How could you be trapped in this sword?"

He Sen thought about it carefully, and suddenly his face was shocked, and he said eagerly: "That legend of the destruction of the world, is it true, it is true!"

Yifan Daoist frowned and asked, "Why are you so sure?"

He Sen hurriedly said: "The juniors didn't measure their own strength, didn't listen to the teachings of their predecessors, and jumped into the rift of the Extreme Northern Wasteland without permission, and found out..."

Yifan Daoist stretched out his hand to stop it and said loudly: "No need to say it again. ”

He Sen's face was shocked, and he begged: "The younger generation knows that the senior is a master outside the world, regardless of the world. But at a time when the world is at stake, the seniors can't ignore it! The hundreds of millions of people are counting on their predecessors. ”

A mortal Taoist sneered and said casually: "If I really had that ability, I would have become a god and a Buddha a long time ago, why should I still be a mortal in the flesh now?

Although I have survived for a thousand years, it is just a coincidence, I once met a high-ranking person, and I have the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and the things I once predicted happened one after another. Now he also has a prophecy of this kind of event, but it is very different from the legend, and I don't know if it can be trusted for a while?"

He Sen said sincerely: "The seniors can't comprehend, how can the younger generations know?"

Yifan Daoist frowned and shook his head, and said eloquently: "Poor Dao has always believed that the fate of the people in the world should be borne by the people of the world, and there is no need to force it on a certain person, nor will it change because of someone's life and death.

Heaven and earth change, endless, the world is impermanent, the world is the most reasonable, the fate of hundreds of millions of living beings, there is a fixed number, you and I can't change it, go with the flow, the way is the road. Are you right?"

He Sen looked confused and said vaguely: "The seniors are high-minded, and the younger generations are still shallow in cultivation and can't comprehend." It's just that the younger generation thinks that if there are a few capable people in this world, there can be a few capable people who can stand up and take down the people in the world with one shoulder, presumably even if the destiny of heaven returns, there should be changes. ”

Yifan Daoist was stunned for a moment, and said lightly: "I have been taught." ”

He Sen looked a little frightened, hurriedly shook his head, and said respectfully: "I dare not be ashamed, I dare not be ashamed." ”

Yifan Daoist said calmly: "There are three apprentices in the poor Dao, all of whom are pure and good people by nature, and they must do something in the future. But what worries me the most is my apprentice, I guess you have already seen him, what do you think of this person?"

He Sen thought about it carefully, and was suddenly shocked, and hurriedly said: "That little baby turned out to be a senior disciple of his predecessors, it was really an eye-opener, he was young, although his cultivation was low, but it was not easy to survive in the dark cliff.

What's more, he has a double soul, and his skills in the future are really unpredictable?"

Yifan Daoist was suddenly shocked, "A body and two souls, I don't know this, how did you know about it?"

He Sen was a little embarrassed, and said apologetically: "I wanted to occupy his body for my own use...... I don't know if it's a senior apprentice...... Please also forgive your sins. ”

Yifan Daoist laughed again and again, his eyes trembled, he suddenly felt bad, and immediately shook his whole body, and the thick iron chains around him swayed instantly, and He Sen took advantage of the gap and his body floated out.

Yifan Daoist quickly said: "In the future, if you have the opportunity, let that stinky boy worship you as a teacher, and in your current state, your soul may be scattered at any time, you can stay in this sword and recuperate." ”

He Sen hurriedly bowed his head and thanked him, and as soon as he looked up, the figure had already disappeared without a trace.

......

Yifan Daoist hurriedly summoned Mo Tears in, and at the same time hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his two fingers and slammed at the other party's forehead, and quietly closed his eyes.

Mo tear body paused, at a loss, raised his eyes, saw the master with a solemn expression and pretended to be a ghost, and said carefully: "Master, what are you doing here?"

Yifan Daoist perfectly concealed the extreme surprise on his face into a trace of embarrassment, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it will be smarter to knock on your head often." ”

Mo Tear touched the aching forehead that was lit by him, and said angrily: "Why don't you knock yourself?"

A Taoist ignored it and fell into contemplation.

A body with two souls, but you can't feel it, there are only two possibilities.

One is that the soul is too powerful, close to the realm of demigods. The second is that the soul is too weak and is about to collapse. A mortal Taoist believes in the former.

As for whether it will hurt Mo Tear, he has no way of knowing.

A fan Taoist suddenly came to his senses and said solemnly: "For the sake of the teacher, but you have really offended the whole world, how should you repay the teacher?"

Mo Tear looked surprised. I also want to repay it, if it weren't for you, a big fool, you would have to pretend to be a hero and take yourself to the other party before leaving, so that you would become the target of the public, and I am afraid that now the mountain should be posted.

These big truths in his heart, Mo Tear didn't dare to say it, that is, complaining and complaining, the master did not hesitate to offend so many masters and brought him back, he was still very moved.

Mo Tear smiled and said, "What do you say you want in return?"

"From today on, you have to listen unconditionally to the words of the teacher until the teacher lets you go down the mountain to practice. ”

Mo Tear was waiting for Master Lion to open his mouth and ask for a compensation fee of 10 million taels of silver, but he didn't expect a mortal Taoist to smile and say lightly.

This unexpected condition did not make Mo Tear feel happy.

I can't shamelessly say that I owe it first, and if you listen to him unconditionally like this, you will definitely be played to death by him.

Mo Tear saw that Yifan Daoist had a serious expression, and he didn't bargain, patted his thigh, and applauded loudly.

Yifan Daoist smiled slightly, and said with a smile: "What is the most important thing in fighting? I've already taught you how to hide, so I'll teach you how to carry it?"

Mo Tear had a premonition that she didn't want to, and asked timidly, "What am I going to do?"

Yifan Daoist grinned, "It's simple, it's quite simple. You don't have to do anything, just stand up straight, and do your luck. Then let the teacher train and train well. ”

Mo Tear was extremely surprised, and said even more timidly: "Can you say it directly? Don't be so subtle." ”

Yifan Daoist roared and spit out four words, "It's beating." ”

Mo Tear had already guessed that this would be the result, but he still had a trace of luck, and now when he heard the word beating, his heart instantly fell extremely low.

Yifan Daoist saw his shallow mind at a glance, patted Mo Tear on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

"Look at your little arms and legs, maybe after you go down the mountain, you will be killed with a punch before you have time to deceive people, then our master and apprentice will go all over the world with swords, and the grand ideal of cheating and cheating will really not be realized. ”

Ink Tears glanced at him with disdain. Powerful like a monster, but this behavior is so brazen.

I really don't understand what this strange bastard master wants to do? You can't really ask him to cheat, right?

For a period of time after that, a mortal Taoist didn't get a good word in his ink tears, carrying water as usual every day, and constantly wielding the heavy blood-killing heavy sword made by an unknown fool to chop wood.

The most painful thing for him was the beating practice for several hours every day, and sometimes the senior brother was a little gentle.

If it's the turn of the second senior sister, then it's really called one to fight to the death. The second senior sister who looks docile, but actually the most ruthless and cheerful one, is estimated to be still haunted by the previous incident.

Every time he couldn't stand it, he would yell at that bastard master as a way to divert attention.

Since Xiaopi came, he has really been naughty and does everything, except for being afraid of a mortal Taoist, no one else is afraid.

One of my favorite things is to lie in the arms of the second senior sister, the happiest thing is to let the senior brother take a bath, and the most annoying thing is to see the big white goose in the water that is even more arrogant than himself.

Halfway up the mountain, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

The ink tears of fine skin and tender flesh have long been tempered into a thin man with a swarthy complexion, don't look at his figure is a little thin, the small muscles of his body are stronger than those of a strong man, and the muscle-like lines linger all over his body,

At this time, he is no longer the eldest young master of the Mo family who was too vain when he just went up the mountain.

The blood-killing heavy sword that ordinary people couldn't pick up that he picked up could swing smoothly in his hand.

It stands to reason that this year's days, the progress is not small, and the cultivation should also be refined, and the things are as desired, but his weak and poor cultivation has not made any progress.

The only thing that achieved a little was the inexplicable book, which finally revealed a few lines of words: Eight Heat Hell contains one hundred and eight to three hundred and six geothermal heat. Turning into one place is the Extreme Desolate Heavenly Fire.

Mo Tear was overjoyed by the little red ball that appeared inexplicably in his body, which he had been able to master, and stretched out his hand at will to gently exercise, and a flame came out of his palm, covering his whole body with flames, and he could actually resist a part of the blow, which made him happy.

At this moment, Mo Tear waved the giant sword in his hand, chopping wood and flowing water, and the fire that was the most ineffective in the past can now be achieved with a snap of his fingers, which is very happy.

Yifan Daoist looked at him from a distance, shook his head and sighed.