Dayu's sentence is exactly the same as what Emperor Shun told him more than 3,700 years ago, Sikong Ao suddenly felt very cold, colder than the Xuan Ming Clan's sage staring at him just now, and the cold Sikong Ao's face was much paler.

"Why?" asked Sikong Aomuran.

"Proud, I'm sorry! I can't make a move! I have such a fate!" Emperor Yu said sadly.

He used to say that we were his family, and as long as we were there, he would not be alone, but now he calls himself lonely.

He had told himself not to believe in the so-called fate, which was meant to be broken, but now he told himself that it was so!

Sikong Ao felt that his heart was so cold and painful, his whole body trembled from the cold, and his tears flowed from the pain.

Looking at Mu Ran's tearful Sikong Ao, Emperor Yu felt very uncomfortable, but he couldn't make a move, if he went to the rescue, it would really put Xiaoba and the others in a catastrophe.

Emperor Yu could only say weakly, "I'm sorry!"

"Hehe, hahaha, no! The emperor should apologize to the minister! It is the minister who is abrupt! If the emperor is okay, the minister will retire first, and the younger brother is still waiting for the minister's rescue. Sikong Ao laughed while crying.

That crazy appearance made Dayu look very distressed, but he couldn't make a move, couldn't leave, and couldn't even tell Sikong Ao the reason, the only thing he could do was to watch Sikong Ao leave gloomily.

At this time, he can better understand where Emperor Shun's vicissitudes come from, the reason why he wanted to become the co-master of the world back then, in addition to feeling sorry for Emperor Shun and wanting to share the heavy responsibility on his shoulders for him, is more because he doesn't want his father to have such a thing in this world.

But when he sat in this position, he realized that what he was thinking was still too simple, and some things could not be as he wanted as before!

Because at this time, he represents the people of the world, and his words and deeds will affect the people of the world.

Emperor Shun once said to himself that if you want to become a Ming Emperor and a Holy Emperor, you must first become "ruthless"!

Just like the way of heaven, it doesn't have any emotion, so it won't favor anyone or anything, so it's the fair, so whether it's a ghost, a ghost, a god, a god, a saint, everyone is afraid of it, respect it!

Heaven is ruthless, it is affectionate!

The same is true of the Great!

But these Emperor Yu couldn't explain to Sikong Ao, he thought that Sikong Ao would understand him and understand him.

But at this time, Sikong Ao was already full of demons, and his mind was full of how to protect the people he cared about, as for the world, what does it have to do with him?

The air was filled with black mist and a strong smell of blood, the ground was full of broken limbs, and the land had long been stained red with blood, like a sea of red.

At last he stopped, and his eyes, which had been darkened, were now completely in discoloration!

Not far away, there was a headless corpse kneeling, with a spear stuck next to the corpse, and a human head strung on top of the spear, it was Hachi!

Sikong staggered to the head of the little eight, and the hideous and unwilling eyes of the little eight seemed to question him! Why didn't you come to save me? Why didn't the reinforcements appear? Why did you come now?

Sikong Ao stretched out his trembling hands and gently closed Hachi's unwilling eyes, carefully removed Hachi's head from the spear, and merged it with his body.

After doing these things, Sikong Ao gently hugged Xiaoba into his arms, and slowly sorted out Xiaoba's appearance, with blood and tears in his eyes.

He didn't understand why? Why was he killed as soon as he was born? Why did the seven of them die and not himself? Why didn't Emperor Yu come to the rescue?......

"Why?!Thief God!Tell me!Why is this?!" Sikong looked up to the sky and roared, blood and tears were not stopped, and his hideous face was like a madman.

"Ancestor, why are you stopping me from killing this son?" a Heavenly Demon Saint not far behind Sikong Ao asked respectfully to a man in black who was tightly wrapped in his body.

"He's useful, and he's useful!" said the man in black pleasantly.

"Oh, what's the use?"

"He has the use of punishing the heart!hahaha......" After saying that, the man in black and the Heavenly Demon Saint disappeared without a trace.

In the end, Sikong Ao returned to the Central Dragon Court with Xiaoba's corpse, and he wanted to see what kind of expression Emperor Yu would have in the face of Xiaoba's death.

Emperor Yu said to Sikong Ao with tears in his eyes: "We will definitely avenge this revenge!"

"If you take revenge, will they be able to come back to life?" After saying that, Sikong Ao left Xiaoba's body and left.

Sikong Ao, who left the Central Dragon Court, returned to Huqi Mountain alone to live in seclusion, and now the only person in this world who makes him miss is Sun Wukong, as for Emperor Yu is already the supreme in the world, how can he be a grass man to worry about.

In this way, Sikong Ao lived a life of sunrise and sunset in Huqi Mountain, although Emperor Yu had come to him many times, but he avoided it, so that now he and Emperor Yu are almost strangers, and only when Sun Wukong comes to see him, he will greet him with a smile.

Two hundred years later, Sun Wukong achieved the position of a saint, and after becoming a saint, Sun Wukong took the time to see Sikong Ao.

Sikong Ao was very happy that day, talked a lot with Sun Wukong, drank a lot of wine, and drank so much that Sikong Ao, who had the cultivation of the Golden Immortal Sixfold Heaven, got drunk.

The next day, Sikong Ao woke up and found that Sun Wukong had already left a letter to leave, the letter said that the hidden danger of Sikong Ao going mad and falling into the demon realm has been removed by him, and he can only rest assured to cultivate in the future, but after becoming a saint, I am afraid that there will not be so much time to see Sikong Ao in the future, if you want him, you can go to the monkey clan to find him!

A smile appeared on Sikong Ao's face for a long time, how could Sikong Ao not know about the instability of his inner realm of demons for so many years, but he couldn't let it go, he couldn't forgive Emperor Yu for not making a move back then, let alone forgive his incompetence.

I was worried about the safety of the little monkey before, but I didn't expect that now the little monkey has become a saint, it seems that I have to work hard, Sikong arrogantly thought to himself, although the list on the shoulders of the little monkey will be much heavier, but it will also be much safer!

Five hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye, and now Sun Wukong's reputation can be said to be on a par with Emperor Yu, although he has only been sanctified for five hundred years, his achievements are more than ten times more than those saints who have been sanctified for thousands of years!

There are even many people who think that he is the next emperor!

Not to mention the meritorious achievements, he is still the apprentice of Emperor Yu, who will he pass on if the throne is not passed on?

But the more this way, the more uneasy Sikong Ao became, after all, Mu Xiu was bound to destroy it by Lin Feng, as if God wanted to confirm this truth, and sure enough, it didn't take long for the Heavenly Demon to set up a bureau to invite Sun Wukong to the Heavenly Demon Lingxiao Palace to fight for life and death, and Sun Wukong killed the Nine Heavens with a monkey and a stick, but no one in the world has ever seen the Monkey Saint Sun Wukong again.

After Sikong Ao learned the news, he went completely crazy, and went directly into the devil and fell directly from the Golden Immortal Eight Heaven to the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

If it weren't for the man in black who appeared in time, I'm afraid Sikong Ao would have gone crazy and died.

"Who are you?" Sikong Ao asked coldly looking at the man in black in front of him.

"Boy, Ancestor, I am your life-saving benefactor, and you have an attitude towards your life-saving benefactor?, and it has only been more than 1,700 years, you have forgotten Ancestor, this makes Ancestor so sad!" he said that, regardless of Sikong Ao's reaction, he poured himself a cup of tea.

"I haven't forgotten, that's why I asked you, who are you?" asked Sikong Ao as he stared at the man in black.

After all, this black-clothed saint was really too strange, although he had met him in the Great Hall of the Council 1,700 years ago, but before that, Sikong Ao had never heard of a saint in the Xuan Netherworld, and what was the purpose of his sudden appearance in his house now.

"Who am I, Ancestor? Hehehe, if you die alone, you can just treat me as a lonely ghost. After speaking, the black-clothed saint took a sip of tea

The black-clothed saint closed his eyes and said with a face full of enjoyment, "Well, good tea!"

"Sage Liao Zan, this is just a bad tea that the younger generation has nothing to do" Seeing that the black-clothed sage was unwilling to answer his question head-on, Sikong Ao simply accompanied him and talked nonsense.

"Boy, do you know what the biggest factor is that determines the quality of tea?"

"Color, aroma, taste, shape. "For these things, Sikong Ao knows everything about them.

"These are all external causes, but what about internal causes?"

"Internal causes?" Sikong Ao looked at the black-clothed saint curiously, he had heard for the first time that there were internal and external causes of tea.

"It's the heart!" said the black-clothed saint meaningfully

"Heart?" Sikong arrogantly said, although it is true that you need to be careful to grow good tea, but the quality of tea depends on the region, climate and variety of growth.

After all, no matter how good the tea is, it can't compare to the worst quality fairy tea.

"This tea is a taste of life, a taste of the life of a tea planter, if you don't care, how can you plant your life in this tea?"

"Isn't it a little strange that I, a careless person, told you this?" said the black-clothed saint with a laugh

After listening to the words of the black-clothed saint, Sikong Ao drank all the tea in the cup, and the bitterness of the past became even stronger, and his life may be as bitter as this cup of tea.

In this way, the black-clothed saint lived here in Sikong Ao, and he lived for half a month, and in this half month, Sikong Ao finally figured out the identity of the black-clothed saint.

At first, he thought that the black-clothed saint might be a saint in the period of Emperor Yao, so Sikong Ao had never heard of him, but who knew that he was actually a saint in the ancient Three Emperors period, since he was seriously injured in ancient times, he has been hiding in the clan to cultivate, and he has not come out to walk around until nearly one or two thousand years.

Tea after a meal.

"This kind of life is really comfortable! This life is just like this tea, calm and quiet, making people feel satisfied and happy!" sighed the black-clothed saint.

"Yes, this is the life of ordinary people, because there are those soldiers who fight bloody battles with the heavenly demons, except for the necessary moments, they don't need to worry about the heavenly demons, they live a life of male ploughing and female weaving, sunrise and sunset, most of the joys and sorrows in life are nothing more than firewood, rice, oil and salt, as long as they earn more money a day, eat more meat, and have a new clothes, they will be very satisfied, very happy. ”

When he said these words, Sikong Ao couldn't help but think of his own childhood, how could his own family not be like this, at that time he thought that the outside world was far away from him, his generation was the same as his ancestors' generation, farming when he was farming, hunting in the mountains in his spare time, and then marrying a virtuous wife to have children, filial piety to his parents to provide for his parents to die, but fate still pushed him out of that small village.

The black-clothed saint suddenly asked, "Then are you happy?"

"Heartless people, how can they be happy?"

"You kid, you actually stole the words of my ancestor, boy, you are not an unintentional person, you still have worries and obsessions!"

Sikong Ao was silent, because the black-clothed saint was right, the death of the seven younger brothers and Sun Wukong had become his inner demon, his obsession, if it weren't for the fact that they all died in the hands of the Heavenly Demon, I am afraid that Sikong Ao would have done a good job of recovering from the dead, but whoever died in the hands of the Heavenly Demon, his true spirit had already been annihilated by the Devouring Law of the Heavenly Demon, as long as the true spirit was destroyed, even the saint would not be able to return to the sky.

"Boy, our life is like this cup of tea, the first smell of the fragrance is elegant and gluttonous, but after the entrance, there is only a bitter taste lingering in it, but after you taste it carefully, you find that it has a hundred flavors, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty There is always one that you like, and there are also things you don't like, but when you swallow the root of the tongue, you will find that it is so fragrant and sweet, straight into the heart and spleen, and makes people taste aftertaste! But no matter what, you have swallowed it, it is a thing of the past, no matter how obsessed you are with it, it can only be an aftertaste, it can never return to your cup!"

"So, put it down, boy! Only when you put it down can you taste the taste of the second cup of tea." After speaking, the black-clothed saint took a sip of tea.

"But I can't put it down!"