The sky is vast, the mountains are snow-white in the distance, and in the cold wind, Li Qingzhou turned into an iron-blooded general, and the blood-eyed ghost who was killed from nowhere in the big battle was overpowered, and after a few rounds, he suppressed this ghost.

Seeing that Li Qingzhou could slash the ghosts and monsters in the future, and this lonely mountain was quiet, who knew that Wanzhong Mountain, who had been watching the battle, rushed out.

"Hey!?" Jiang Ling naturally didn't notice the abnormality of Wanzhong Mountain, and when he saw him rushing out at this time, he thought he was happy to go and celebrate his master, but he didn't stop him.

Who knew that he only heard Wan Chongshan shouting angrily: "You old immortal!" You've lied to me for so long!! ”

"Gah?" Hearing the sad voice in Wan Chongshan's tone, Jiang Ling was a little confused for a while.

Originally, the master defeated the ghosts, and as an apprentice, he should be happy and proud, but Wan Chongshan had tears in his eyes at this time, his fists were clenched, his teeth were clenched, and his heart was very intense.

He couldn't be calm.

These suppressed emotions did not start to accumulate just now, but they were suppressed in his heart for four years.

Yes, it has been four years since he came to this master, and although he is still young, he has not forgotten the events of four years ago, and even remembers them vividly.

At this time, those scenes stored in the depths of his memory seemed to repeat themselves in his heart, cutting his heart like a knife, making it difficult for him to stop his tears, and making his mind unable to calm down no matter what.

At that time, he was not a little Taoist priest on the mountain, but a stubborn boy in the village, and his name was not Wanzhongshan, but ten thousand taels of gold from the wealthy grandfather.

The village where he lived was originally a stable and peaceful place outside the world, although it was only a small remote village, and the villagers were not rich, but the people in the village were simple, and the yellow hair was drooping and happy.

Every day I play around in the village with my friends, occasionally go to the field to take care of my own fields, see if the bad boys in the north of the village have stolen their own corn and sweet potatoes, and by the way, see if there is a chance to steal some watermelons and potatoes in the fields in the north of the village...

Her mild-smiling and good-natured mother cooked a delicious meal for herself every day and knitted a garment for herself every month. My father was the most powerful hunter in the village, and once dragged back a tiger the size of a calf in the mountains, which made the neighbors envious of the neighbors, and my father would always bring some strange insects or small animals to relieve his boredom when he returned from hunting in the mountains.

The girl of the Huang family in the east of the village is very beautiful, even if she is missing a front tooth, she is so beautiful, but the little girl doesn't like to talk, her eyebrows are dancing in front of her, and she knows to cover her mouth and smile when she says that her mouth is dry.

The stupid little six of the neighbors are all twelve years old and always have a runny nose, two pieces of fat meat on their cheeks, and they are jumping around behind their butts all day long, and they can't get rid of them, looking heartless. But this stupid boy always digs up his sweet potatoes behind his parents' backs and roasts them with himself, even if he has to be spanked by his parents every time, Xiao Liuzi doesn't care.

This day is Wan Chongshan's thirteenth birthday, and the poor children are in charge of the family early, and thirteen years old is no longer young.

Wan Chongshan, who was originally old, could finally get a hunting knife of his own, wearing his mother's newly sewn white clothes, and on this day he could go up the mountain with his father to hunt and try to be self-reliant. He had been looking forward to this day for a long time, but when it really came, he was inevitably very nervous, his mother gently patted his head to show comfort, and his father solemnly admonished him about some mountain experience.

But the family didn't know at this time that this day was about to change its meaning and become extremely memorable.

Because a group of people came from the village.

Not a guest, probably not a bandit.

Because bandits are going to rob money, and these people are here to kill people.

They came in from the east side of the village, and when the eldest son of the Huang family saw them, he thought they were guests from afar, and asked with a smile where you came from, and then he replied with a knife.

Within a moment, they killed the Huang family, including the Huang family girl who was changing her teeth, this shy and silent beautiful little girl, but she didn't even shout for help when she was dying.

Then the group went on like inhuman beasts, men and women, old men and women with gray hair, and babies in swaddling clothes.

Someone angrily picked up a hoe and scolded and rushed out, but he didn't even have the ability to approach the group, so he was inexplicably killed.

Some people climbed over the courtyard wall in a panic to escape, and then they also died.

Some people fell to their knees in fear and begged for mercy, but they still died.

The crowd scattered and marched together, blood flying everywhere they went, and heads fell to the ground like a plough on the ground, turning the flowery earth into a jumble of pieces.

Today, Silly Xiaoliu didn't have a runny nose, and was walking out of the house with two sweet potatoes in his arms to find Brother Jin. Because there was no runny nose in the place today, and knowing that Brother Jin was going to enter the mountain for the first time, his parents specially allowed him to dig a few sweet potatoes to give to his good brother. Silly Xiaoliu was full of joy and walked out of the courtyard door with a smile, but suddenly heard the sound of wailing and crying, he turned his head blankly and saw several strangers coming to him. Xiao Liu raised his little face, because the sunlight was a little dazzling, he squinted and saw the person in front of him with a black veil.

After a while, the sweet potato fell to the ground, and Xiao Liu's head also fell to the ground, and they rolled together to the door of Wanzhong Mountain.

Xiaoliu's mother walked out of the house, and then saw her son's decapitated body, and shouted desolately, Xiaoliu's father rushed out of the house with a firewood axe and roared, and then both husband and wife fell to the ground, blood was pouring in, and they couldn't die anymore.

The group went to the next room and found only one woman left in the house.

As an excellent hunter, Wan Chongshan's father was vigilant and keen enough to find out that the village had suffered a catastrophe, and he escaped with Wan Chongshan in advance, but he was discovered by one person, and his father was still injured during the pursuit.

As for the mother, she gave herself a sachet, pushed away the father and son who wanted to take her with her, locked the door, and stayed in the house.

She knew that she was just a woman, her body was weak, she didn't have the strength to run too fast and too far, and she couldn't escape from the palms of those beasts, so be it, anyway, these two men are already their own world, let them go.

It's a pity that I can no longer make clothes for Jin'er, and I can no longer see him grow up day by day.

Mother sat in front of the loom and never came out of the room.

Wounded, his father rushed into the woods with him, and stood in front of him, brushing aside thorns and branches, to the top of the mountain, where he found this pavilion and entrusted him to the old man.

Wan Chongshan naturally hoped that his father could really come back to see him as he said, or that he would one day learn his skills and go down the mountain to find him.

But can you really find it?

I can't find it, and I will never find it. Wan Chongshan knew, how could his father's words really deceive him.

Became an orphan himself.

I have nothing left, only a heart full of hatred and pathos, with the desire to learn to become immortal, I want to one day find my father's bones, to find the group of villains who slaughtered the village, to kill all their enemies.

On the day of kneeling to worship the master, Wan Chongshan was excited, because he thought that the old man in front of him was really a master in the world, with great magical powers, and he could teach himself his skills, so that he had the strength to avenge the blood and the deep revenge.

But over the years, I have learned to read and write, I have learned history books, and I have learned the law of etiquette and gentlemen, but I have not learned the peerless supernatural powers.

I collect firewood and chop firewood every day, collect medicine to cook porridge, copy books and memorize texts, but I don't practice and practice.

But what to do, Master is such a person, he is not a master of the world, just an ordinary old man living in the mountains.

Wan Chongshan became more and more disappointed, and felt more and more that life was dim, because the day four years ago was still in his mind.

In the past four years, Wanzhong Mountain has woken up from bloody nightmares countless times, and cried silently at night countless times.

He can't forget the blood in the village, the smiling face of the Huang family's girl, the snot that Xiaoliu always flows, and the loving eyes that his mother looked at him when she pushed his father away.

Wan Chongshan buried all these in his heart until this day, and it broke out.

Because he found that his master was not a mortal, but really a master outside the world, and with a wave of his hand, the vine wall broke through the ground, which was very remarkable to attract the possession of the gods.

However, Wan Chongshan can't be happy anymore, how can he be happy, all he has is confusion, grievances, disappointment and grief!

If you really know these skills, why don't you teach me?

Since you are really so powerful, where were you when the village was washed in blood that day? Have you forgotten that this pavilion was built for you by the people of the village!?

The wind and snow hit his face and smashed on Wanzhongshan's heart.

He roared miserably, wanting to find out.

Wan Chongshan burst into tears in the wind and snow, his hands trembled and wiped away the tears that had frozen into ice crystals in a moment, and shouted at his master: "You are not worthy of being my master!" ”

Li Qingzhou didn't say anything, he stood silently, his eyes still on the ghost who had fallen to the ground.

Wan Chongshan's cheeks were flushed, and he couldn't feel the cold of the ice and snow around him, because his heart was already cold, he gritted his teeth and said, "Since you don't want to teach me supernatural powers, why do you want to keep me by your side!?" Do you treat me like a kitten or a puppy? ”

"My father shouldn't have entrusted me to you in the first place, I might as well have died in the first place!"

"Why don't you let me die!"

The next moment, Li Qingzhou came to Wanzhong Mountain at a very fast speed, and the snowflakes that drove hit Wanzhong Mountain's face.

Wan Chongshan's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't panic in his heart, he just stared at the master's eyes, even if he was slashed with a knife, he had to ask the old man to understand.

Even if this old man killed himself with his supernatural powers in a fit of rage, he could still go underground to find his parents.

But Li Qingzhou didn't make a move, didn't scold him, didn't beat him, and didn't draw a knife to cut him.

He came to him just to stand in front of him.

A bloody light pierced through the wind and snow and landed on the old man's back.