In Yongding City, which is very far away from Starfire City, in a room in an ordinary community, a gray mouse in a black Tang costume closed his eyes and claws on his back, shaking his head and teaching the boy in front of him how to cultivate.

"The source power flows according to the exercises, and the energy is attracted. It is not confined to magic, mysticism, or other energy, and its origin is ......"

At the moment of Ye Wu's death,

'Buzz!'

The mouse snapped open its eyes and looked to the right.

On the desk, a Tang knife placed on the knife holder vibrated slightly, and the sound was like a mournful roar.

After a few seconds, the Tang Dao stopped shaking, and the room returned to calm.

"This is..."

"Teacher, was that just now?"

Hearing the mouse speak, Ye Ao, who was sitting opposite the mouse and looking at Tang Dao, looked away, a little puzzled.

"Xiao Ao, your father, he, just now..."

As if hearing something from the mouse's tone, Ye Ao suddenly had an ominous premonition, and his tone trembled slightly, "Teacher... Why, my father ......"

The mouse was silent for a while, and then spoke, "The artifact has a spirit, and the main necromancer is also destroyed, and the spirit of this knife just now is dead......

"How so!"

Ye Ao's whole body was like being struck by lightning, and he collapsed on the bed like soft mud, and the memories of his father flickered in front of his eyes like a marquee......

For as long as he can remember, his father has been teaching him all sorts of things, combat, language, alchemy......

When he was a child, Ye Ao saw that other peers seemed to be always playing and playing, so he asked his father,

'Other kids don't seem to have to learn those things, do they?'

But you are different from other children, Ye Ao, you are my son. ’

From his father's calm answer, for some reason, the young Ye Ao actually heard the guilt and pain, so he let out an 'oh', as if he understood.

His father never told Ye Ao how well he was doing in his studies, but said... It's not enough.

'What is not enough?' I've worked so hard! My uncles and aunts in the neighborhood have said I'm smarter and know more than all the kids they've ever met!'Father, what do you want me to do?'

The young Ye Ao asked incomprehensibly, tears rolling in his eyes.

'Ye Ao, I said', the father squatted down and gently wiped away the tears shed by Ye Ao, 'You are my son, you are the descendant of the Ye family, you are different from others, if you want to blame, blame you, the unsuccessful father......

Ye Ao was tightly held in his arms by his father, leaning on his father's shoulder, he didn't know what to say, the Ye family, it sounds like there are many people, there should be a lot of people, otherwise how can it be called a family, but why does my father never want to tell me......

'Father, this is an ancestral knife, this must be very powerful!'

Of course, it's amazing. ’

'Then why don't you never use it?' isn't the knife just for fighting, isn't it a waste to just put it here?'

It's for you. ’

'For me?'

Ye Ao looked up at his father, his golden eyes showing doubts.

'As an emissary, it is important to have a good weapon, the Father has already sealed this sword, and the day you become an emissary, the seal should be complete. It will be unblocked as you grow, ensuring that you can use it without being backlashed. ’

'Father, what's its name?'

Looking at the Tang Dao intertwined with black and gold, Ye Ao's eyes sparkled.

Fingers to the scabbard, my father's tone was complicated, 'When you become a source envoy and pick it up, you will know. ’

'Father... What if I can't become an envoy......

‘...... So, for the Father, I want you to live happily for the rest of your life, even if you ......'

'Even what?'

'Nothing. ’

'Father, I... Failed. ’

'Maybe... That's fate, and some things should be over......

Father rubbed Ye Ao's red hair with a trembling hand, and there was both unwillingness and relief in his tone.

Five months ago

His father suddenly told himself and his mother that he was dying, and that he wanted to walk around to see if he could break through the Amaterasu realm and increase his longevity, and if not, he would not come back.

After making some arrangements, his father asked Ye Ao to take good care of his mother, and then left the house as if he was saying goodbye, and he couldn't be contacted at all after a few days.

A week after his father left, a mouse that had been brought home for treatment by himself from a serious injury actually spoke, telling himself that he was the owner of an island.

Because he was betrayed by his subordinates, the enemy seriously injured him, and in order to survive, he caused his soul to go out of his body, so he took away the mouse, and when he opened the space passage, he was unfortunately injured by the space flow, and was finally saved by himself.

After his observation, Ye Ao did not fail Qiyuan, but was cursed on his body, like a curse like a chain, and sealed the power obtained by Qiyuan after his success, so his father, who failed to see this, thought that he could only be a mortal in the future, so he left himself and his mother.

At that time, the mouse asked Ye Ao,

"Child, do you want to sign a contract with the old man?

Become a disciple of the old man, the old man will unlock the curse for you, make you the source messenger, teach you to become stronger, and open the door to glory, strength, and power. And all you need to do is fulfill your obligations as a disciple and help the old man regain his strength, how about it?"

"I do".

Ye Ao agreed without hesitation, like a drowning man grasping the last straw, and did not doubt whether the mouse was lying to him at all.

"If I become a source envoy, I will be able to protect my mother better, and maybe, I can find my father......" Ye Ao thought.

"Obviously... My father didn't know that I had become an envoy, and my mother was still waiting for him to come back... Why... Why!"

Ye Ao was in tears, his expression was hideous, and he roared towards the sky, as if he was questioning someone......

The mouse silently looked at the crying young man in front of him, in Ye Ao's body, the mouse seemed to see his own shadow, also because of the failure of the curse Qiyuan, and the loss of relatives at such a moment......

"Xiao Ao!", the mouse yelled at Ye Ao loudly, "Don't you want to know why your father died?"

"Do you know?" Ye Ao looked at the teacher's small body with teary eyes.

"If I'm not wrong...", the rat stretched out his paws and pointed at the Ye family's ancestral Tang knife, "The machine spirit is dead, and its seal has been completed... Pick it up! Compact it! It will tell you everything your father wants to tell you!"

After listening to the mouse's words, Ye Ao stopped crying, raised his arm to wipe the tears on his face, his white sleeves suddenly became wet, he got up and got out of bed, his bare feet lightly stepped on the brown wooden floor, and walked towards Tang Dao.

Standing in front of the black desk, Ye Ao looked at the Tang knife left by his father, thinking of the father who seemed to have a mountain on his heart forever, a trace of resoluteness flashed in his golden eyes, and he held the Tang knife in both hands and slowly lifted it.

As if the wind was coming...

Tang Dao suddenly released light!

The soft wind swirled around the young man, Ye Ao's long red hair was constantly dancing in the wind, and the wide white practice clothes were whirring. The dark golden light wrapped around him and the Tang knife in his hand like a ribbon, as if a sacred ritual was being carried out.

All kinds of information constantly impacted Ye Ao's consciousness. Ye Ao clenched his teeth, a trace of sweat oozed from his forehead from time to time, and then he was immediately taken away by the swirling warm wind.

After half a ring, everything was calm.

The mouse looked at the silent disciple, touched his paws, and asked aloud:

"How? got what you want to know?"

"Hmm...", Ye Ao squeezed out a word from between his teeth, and his golden pupils revealed an astonishing hatred, "The Hong family..."

Looking at the disciple's expression, the mouse sighed in his heart, the seeds of hatred will always sprout and grow again in the next generation, and the grievances will never end......

Ye Ao looked at the Tang knife in his hand, the wonderful feeling that people and knives were indistinguishable from each other enveloped in his heart, and he slowly spoke, "Karmic fire... In the future, I will let your name resound throughout the world, and the enemies of the Ye family, all... Leave no one behind!"

"Xiao Ao, you..."

"Master, continue to cultivate. ”

Ye Ao interrupted the mouse's words, held the black and gold karmic fire, and sat on the ground.

The rat looked at the young disciple, the same sea of blood hatred......

"It's... Fate......" the mouse whispered.

"Master?"

"Are you calm?" the mouse jerked his paw and said sternly.

"I..." Ye Ao wanted to say yes, but he finally lowered his head and was silent.

"Tell me, the news your father left you, the enemy you will face in the future. ”

"But..."Ye Ao didn't know if he should tell the truth, his enemy family was one of the eight major families at the top of the scarlet night, and if the master left because of this, he would even ......

"Why? I don't believe in being a teacher? I don't believe in being a teacher...... Wheel Realm?"

The rat glared at Ye Ao fiercely with black bean-like eyes, as a disciple, he dared to doubt his master, it seemed that he needed more pressure to make him progress faster, so that he could know how powerful he was as a teacher......

"No, no, no", seeing that the mouse seemed to be a little angry, Ye Ao hurriedly denied it, "The disciple just feels that he has hatred, and he shouldn't affect you, Master." ”

"Disciple...," the mouse said softly, "You are my disciple of Su Wouji, have you forgotten the rules you said to your teacher when you were apprenticing?"

"Those who can fight in the sect will fight!" Ye Ao and Master said in unison, looking at each other and smiling.

"You can say it. The rat lifted the somewhat crooked Tang hat on his head.

"Hmm..."Ye Ao recalled, and slowly spoke: "Master, the message that my father left in the karmic fire is ......"