"Whose heritage are you?"

Uncle Yi's expression was obviously very surprised, but the tone of his voice seemed to be deliberately understated, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking in her heart.

Yao Yao was startled, and her heart shook wildly: Oops! Distracted for a moment, she actually saw it?

Tell her the truth or tell a lie?

Seeing that Yao Yao was silent for a while, Yi Fangqing sighed again: "Your heart is full of resentment and sorrow, and you know everything the sect has done?"

Yao Yao suddenly stammered: "Uncle Yi, I ......"

Yi Fangqing waved his hand lightly: "If you and my sect no longer adhere to the proper morality, but turn away from the world and do things that people and gods are angry about, how should you choose?"

Yao Yao's hair stood on end in shock: Uncle Shi, she... How could she say such a thing?

Looking at Uncle Shi's eyes as calm as a lake, Yao Yao fought to the death in her heart, and finally thought decisively: That's it! The matter has come to this, I am full of unspeakable worries, so I will tell her......

Ever since I left that damn little demon, I haven't spoken properly, and if no one else lets me talk to me, I'll be suffocated to death!

Seeing that Uncle Yi was already smiling, which contained a trace of understanding, a little encouragement, and infinite expectations, Yao Yao finally mustered up the courage and said, "Hmm... Hmm... Uh-huh..."

Suddenly crying pear blossoms with rain, tears poured out like a flood that opened the floodgates, and could not be suppressed for a while.

Uncle Yi didn't step out of the light curtain, but Yao Yao felt her hands on her shoulders, and a warm and soft force poured into her heart.

The trees are quiet. Wind stops.

Yao Yao sobbed twice, gradually calmed down, wiped her tears, and told everything like a wronged child telling her mother what was on her mind.

On the pine branch by the rock, two small birds flew to stay, and they seemed to be listening to her whisper.

The mountain breeze in the distance sent a faint fragrance of flowers, as if to comfort the suffering on the earth... Child.

Although Yi Fangqing had made all the preparations to listen before, she was still so shocked at the moment: This is actually the case? She already knew?

I was just extremely skeptical, but it seems that all this is true?

......

All the things in the past suddenly surged into her heart like a tide: as if the senior brother was still a simple boy with drooping hair, wearing a green cloth dress, the two stood in front of the master hand in hand, singing an ancient ballad:

The sun was shining on the cottage

Music accompanies the footsteps of life

It's a homely home

It's up to us to take care of it

......

Brother, are you like that?

......

Are you going to destroy with your own hands the home you swore to guard and care for all your life......

Thinking of all this, Yi Fang's big eyes like a dry well finally burst into tears, and the suffering of the world is far deeper than we can imagine.

From now on, you are just my senior brother, but you are the enemy of the whole world... I vow to redeem you with my life... Brother!

"Go down the mountain alone! Your guesses, your instincts are not wrong, this is no longer your teacher's door. ”

"They are no longer what they used to be, and you have to grow up on your own and face all the dangers of this world. ”

"If you are still obsessed with hatred for the demon clan, I suggest you go back to your homeland first, and with your current attainments, or what you can discover. ”

"My Senior Brother Tang Wuya, he... He is the most prescient, and after you figure it out, you will go to him, even if it is the end of the earth. ”

Yao Yao was a little puzzled: "Uncle Shi, since you also know that the truth is like this, why don't you leave?"

Yi Fangqing sighed long: "Each of us has an innate mission, which is the meaning of our birth, and I stayed here to complete my mission." ”

"Senior brother... The hall master didn't take my life, it shouldn't have been completely annihilated, I may still have a chance, do you understand?"

Yao Yao didn't fully understand, but she was sad, with tears in her eyes, and nodded slowly: "So, what is my mission?"

"Your mission, hehe, my mission is to save, but your mission is to destroy. ”

"Since the ancestors have repeatedly been immortal, guiding the human beings of the green underworld to rise up and save themselves, then what are you hesitating about?"

Yao Yao was dazed, chewing carefully what Uncle Shi had said before, and slowly seemed to understand: Is the enemy who killed my parents ......

"Uncle Shi said that my country is ruined and there are other enemies?"

"Your hatred for the demon clan is so deep that you won't easily believe all the empty words, which requires you to find the clues yourself, I just have some doubts, do you understand?"

Oh, that's right.

Yao Yao couldn't help but have a trace of anticipation in her heart: In my heart, in fact, I really want to be friends with the two of them!

"Go, you hurry down the mountain, do what you have to do, sometimes, do the right thing, or it will be painful, but that is the price of your growth, and the call of justice. ”

When Yi Fangqing said this, a pair of big eyes looked at Yao Yao carefully, then closed his eyes slightly, and slowly retreated into the depths of the cave.

Yao Yao stood in front of the cave door for a long time, and her heart was extremely sad: My life, how bitter!

Not to mention that when I was 7 years old, the country was ruined, after entering the sect, the sect was also my home, and I grew up in this family, but now there is no home again!

Thinking of "home" and what Uncle Yi had just said, Yao Yao slowly became assertive, reluctantly retreated off the cliff, and sneaked out of Wuji Mountain.

**

On Qingyang Mountain, the breeze comes slowly, it is late autumn, the mountain is full of red orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and still sees infinite vitality.

In the Laojun Pavilion on the top of the mountain, there are many talents, but the life here is really like a gossamer.

In the first battle of Los Angeles, the number of civilians who did not retreat was unknown and the 80,000 elites of the Great Qin Dynasty were almost wiped out, and even the newly appointed commander was killed in the chaos.

Shao Youzun's sincere and resolute command is seen by everyone, the so-called thousands of troops are easy to obtain, and one general is hard to find, and his death is inevitably embarrassing.

After the hasty retreat, the heads were counted, and the half-branch building lost twenty-two elite disciples, and two masters of the Qingyang Sect who returned to the virtual realm died in a battle.

At the cost of blood and life, the elite of the Great Qin Royal Court were able to retreat the cultivators of the various sects, but most of the cultivators were injured, and those who were not injured were exhausted one by one.

The elites of the Laojun Pavilion gathered, but they were all depressed, and the room looked lifeless.

It's okay to lose personnel, this time the children of the sect actually relied on the secular army to sacrifice their lives to fight and shed blood to retreat safely, the first time in history, how can it not be frustrating?

When the hall was gossiping and discussing the various gains and losses of the Battle of Los Angeles, a fierce quarrel began.

The first to attack was a Qingyang Sect Taoist in his early fifties, he glanced at Lan Yue, who was talking, and said angrily: "So, this Zhao Zihan is actually a demon clan boy who has infiltrated my sect?"

"Since ancient times, demons have not been separated, who is so unparticular and let a little demon get in?"

Immediately, there were three or two Qingyangmen people in the hall who opened their angry eyes, and they made peace with him, and their words were fierce, pointing at Sang Daohuai, and they just scolded their mothers.

There were more Qingyang disciples in the hall with surprises on their faces, obviously feeling that these people didn't know the general situation, and some people couldn't help but reprimand loudly:

"At this time, the demon clan is already a friend and not an enemy, what else do you talk about mixing in and not mixing in?"

"Who said that the demon clan is a friend? I have gritted my teeth and fought for thousands of years, and the number of dead people is uncountable, and the hatred between each other is long, and you fucking guys say that you are friends are friends?"

"Does his demon clan recognize you as a friend? Are you sure you don't have a hot face and a cold ass?"

For a while, the two groups of people who disagreed with each other angrily and quarreled endlessly, and the disciples in the hall were shocked.

Lan Yue separated everyone, saluted respectfully to the old Taoist, and slowly spoke: "Master Changqing is a little restless, if it hangs upside down today, the catastrophe has come, it's all this time, what else are you talking about people and demons?

"You, you are arrogant! Where is Zhao Zihan? How can I accept a little demon from Qingyangmen, let me destroy him with a sword!"

"Who said he was a little goblin?"

A loud voice suddenly sounded at the door of the main hall, and the air seemed to light up, and the group walked into the hall.

"He is the heir personally selected by the Sword Immortal, Senior Brother Changqing, don't you recognize it?"

Everyone raised their eyes to take a look, but Zhang Qiyan, the head of Qingyang Gate, and Haoran Dao Chang came side by side, and there were dozens of people behind them.

In addition to Tian Yunsheng, the owner of the half-branch building, Li Xiaoyue of Wuhua Mountain, Yuan Jianzong Wan Mingchao and other bigwigs, Zhao Zihan and Yan Meier are also among them. ，

Lan Yue hurriedly knelt down: "The disciple confronts the master, and if you commit the following crimes, please punish the master!"

Zhang Qiyan snorted lightly, gently waved his hand to signal Lan Yue to get up, and shouted at the noisy people just now:

"You guys, do you want to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors!"

"Yes, he is indeed a little demon, but he is the heir personally selected by the ancestor of this sect, Yang Jianxian, if he is not from Qingyangmen, who is from Qingyangmen?"

Zhang Qiyan's voice was cold.

The Changqing Daoist blushed suddenly, but he still resisted and said: "The situation is not clear at this time, how can we take the liberty of giving up the Martial Pole Hall and joining the demon clan?"

"To do this is to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors!"

This time, it was the Haoran Daoist beside Zhang Qiyan who sneered: "Sacrifice the Martial Pole Hall and join the Demon Clan, Senior Brother Changqing, do you know the truth about the attack on Lancheng?"

The Taoist who was called Senior Brother Changqing was taken aback and asked, "What truth?"

"Dozens of days ago, I inspected Qinbian and rescued Fang Nanping, a disciple who had fainted in the gate of the wasteland, and he finally woke up in the early hours of this morning. ”

"So many of us just heard him say it himself, and there was also a beast change in the wasteland! Qin Fangfang of the Wuji Hall was greedy for life and afraid of death, so he fled for his life alone...... That's why dozens of people lost their lives in the wasteland. ”

"Wuji Hall said that it was the demon clan who deliberately slaughtered it, this time indiscriminately, sent a large army and raised strong troops, and killed Luocheng into a river of blood, where can it still be a friend?"