As soon as his mind moved, the flying sword in Murong Feng's sleeve flew in the air, and the words "Murong Yanzhao" were tattooed on the young man's chest, which was washed by the rain and was clearly visible, not like a new injury, but an old scar.

Murong Feng gently untied the jade belt around his waist and threw it on the young man: "This is my sword, I will give it to you now, and my inheritance is also in those books, you can interpret it yourself, and you can learn as much as you can." You have a senior brother named Murong Ke, who died at the hands of the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and this trip to the Central Plains, I am going to take his head. There is another person, his name is Fan Xiaokuai, you can call him half a senior brother, if you have trouble in the future, you can go to Xichu to find him. Remember, don't have the slightest connection with Zhuge Wei, then you can live longer. ”

Murong Ke, Fan Xiaokuai, Zhuge Weiwei, and the young man silently remembered these three names.

"Fan Xiaokuai has a very high level of understanding and spirituality, and he is a rare sword training wizard, still above Murong Ke. After Murong Ke's death, my inheritance originally wanted Fan Xiaokuai to inherit it, but unfortunately his temperament was wrong, lacking a trace of viciousness and boldness, and he didn't seem to be too rare in my inheritance, insisting on taking his own sword path. And you are different from him, you may lack a little bit of bones, but you are smart, although you are young, your temperament is complete, your mind is stable, and you are depressed enough. ”

The young man squirmed his throat and listened to Murong Feng's words quietly, just like a student listening to his teacher's teachings.

Murong Feng slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand to wipe the young man's face, the sludge mixed with blood flowed down, and he could faintly see the angular fortitude on the young man's face: "Your mother is terminally ill, I am afraid that my life will not be long, it is a long and painful process for people to move from life to death in pain, you can choose to let her slowly go to death, taste the pain of the world, or let her suffer less pain and ...... with your own hands Kill her!"

With a bang, a lightning bolt across the sky crossed the sky, and in the depths of the forest, where the lightning fell, a fire ignited, and the young man's heart trembled, reflecting the lightning, and he could see Murong Feng's faint smile, revealing bloodthirsty madness.

"Sometimes, kindness is ruthless, a line apart, between Buddha and demon, a thought is different, if you want to become a Buddha, you will enter the demon first. ”

"Remember, everything in the world can be killed, and everything in the world can be broken!"

Turning around and walking into the depths of the forest, Murong Feng loomed, the poisonous sword immortal with no jade belt around his waist, dressed in white, ironing straight through, like a scholar who entered Beijing to take the exam.

In the icy storm, the young man shouted "master", and gradually lost consciousness, and could only hear the sound of wind and rain falling to his ears, like the thunder of drums, and the tsunami, and the sound became louder and louder, louder and louder, until the silver white and infinite warmth in his mind were full.

I don't know how long it took, the young man was hazy and conscious, slowly opened his eyes, the sun was dazzling, he felt his body, he was in pain, he touched his body, those objects were still there, suddenly, he straightened, his face changed greatly, and not far from the corner of his eyes, there was a circle of grinning jackals around him.

The young man subconsciously held the jade belt, this was a soft sword, as soft as a poisonous snake without bones, the young man was terrified, he didn't care about the pain in his body, he stood up, a group of jackals formed a circle, his eyes showed infinite hunger and thirst, but none of them dared to step forward.

After a long confrontation, the young man took out the jade box on his body, and tested it forward, the wolves retreated, and the young man finally knew the reason why the wolves did not dare to move forward, and felt more and more that this jade box was magical.

Along the way he came, the boy returned to the town, and along the way, the jackals hung behind, and if the boy was a little loose or loosened the jade box, they would rush up and eat the boy clean.

It was another invisible confrontation, the boy did not show any timidity, nor did he let go of the jade box, and saw the smoke of the town in the distance, and the wolves knew that it was time to leave.

The young man squinted at the wolves in the distance, and remembered the words of the man in white, everything in the world can be killed, everything in the world can be broken, a killing intent surged in the small body, this killing intent put the fear of life and death behind, holding a soft sword, hands and feet on the ground, he rushed forward without hesitation, a sword pierced the neck of a wolf, blood shot everywhere.

At that moment, he was ferocious and vicious, more like a wolf than a wolf!

Carrying a wolf bigger than him staggered out of the forest, the boy was covered in blood, like a cultivator who had just come out of hell, murderous, full of anger, the people of the town looked at the boy like a monster, and wanted to scold a word or two of "dog mongrel", but the boy looked at him viciously, and immediately closed his mouth and secretly hid home.

Sure enough, as the man in white said, the girl became the weakest person in the town, her previous home had been ransacked, and even the wooden planks of the house had been demolished, and the girl was sitting alone in the corner of the town, holding her shoulders in her arms, shivering, and the sun that had reached her head could not drive the girl from the cold.

The boy knew that the people of this town would not let the girl die, and that the monotonous and boring town life would be a lot less fun, their kindness would have nowhere to help, and their cruelty would have nowhere to vent, and this girl would be the carrier of all kindness and resentment.

The so-called demons, nothing more than that.

The young man looked at the girl, as if he was looking at his former self, he couldn't help grinning, walked into his dilapidated thatched house alone, and saw his mother's eyes wide open when he saw that he hadn't eaten for a few days, and she was terminally ill and couldn't speak, so she could only ask through her eyes. He understood his mother, and said lightly: "Mother, don't worry, I've never been so good, now I'm going to cook." ”

The slaughtered jackal became a delicious meal in the pot, serving his mother after eating the meat that he had not eaten for a long time, he himself licked the rotten iron pot at home to the bottom, and after eating a full dinner in the past, he fell asleep, and today he felt that he should think about life.

Looking up at the girl in the corner of the town, the boy walked over and picked her up, put her in the house, and dropped a few bones that were gnawed on the leftovers, and the girl was greedily gnawing on the bones like a hungry tiger.

The young man instantly had the feeling of being a master: "From now on, I will be your master, you will be my slave, and my name will be ...... Murong Yanzhao will become a man who stands at the top of the world in the future!"

The girl looked at the boy obsessively, thinking that he would definitely realize his ideals in the future, and he would become the one who witnessed all this.

Many years later, a young man named Murong Yanzhao, with a maid, fought through the Western Regions alone and became the new lord of the Western Regions and the overlord of one side.

People don't know where he came from, only a rumor is that he came from a border town, and when he left the town, he killed everyone in the town, including his mother, and burned his hometown to the ground.

The older generation of the Western Regions all knew how similar this new Lord of the Western Regions was to the Poison Sword Immortal back then, as if they were the same person.

And the first time Murong Yanzhao and Li Yuanhao met was in the bright autumn that was not recorded in the history books.