He Zichuan looked at the dwarf corpse on the ground in a daze, less than four feet long. It was unbelievable, this was the true body of the Heavenly Demon King, and he recalled that when he first saw Luoxia City, the three-foot tall and majestic Heavenly Magic Appearance, he was stunned again.

"Uncle Cen has always been ridiculed because of his dwarf status. When he cultivated the Heavenly Punishment Demon Suppression Skill, he attracted the Heavenly Demon into his body, endured unimaginable pain from others, and maintained the battle method. Everyone in the world thought that the majestic Heavenly Demon was the Heavenly Demon King, but they didn't know that Cen Wuwu was actually only four feet tall. Mo Yan sat on his knees and looked at the dwarf corpse and said sadly.

He Zichuan knew that attracting demons into the body was a unique method of the East China Sea Demon Palace's Heavenly Punishment Demon Technique, which was powerful, but the disadvantages were also obvious, and the most prominent disadvantage was that when the door technique was cast, the caster would suffer the pain and emotions of the demon attraction itself. Therefore, very few people will choose a very extreme demon like the Heavenly Demon, and they will not maintain the battle method when they are not fighting. It seems that even the mighty Megatron Demon King is soft and inferior under the mask.

On the humble bonfire, a few wisps of fire danced cautiously, as if they were also struggling to survive in this snowy night. The light and darkness of the fire reflected on Mo Yan's snow-white cheeks, making her look even more sad.

Mo Yan looked up at the black-gray night sky through the leaky roof of the broken temple, and recalled: "When I was about eight or nine years old, my mother was killed by the masters of Juling Mountain in the Central Plains. My father was so grieved that he threw me in the demon palace surrounded by wolves, and set out on the road of revenge alone. At that time, he had just taken over as the Demon Emperor, and his position was not stable, and there were many bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods in the Demon Palace who wanted to kill me to give my father a fatal blow, so that my father would die in the Central Plains in chaos, and then they would fight for the throne.

At the beginning, his father Yu Wei was still there, and they still had some restraint. But as my father didn't return for a year, there were more and more people with different intentions, and they became more and more unscrupulous. Sometimes several groups of people come and attack in one night. I hid in the formation, listened to the sounds of fighting outside, and watched through the small window as the loyal guards fell one by one, terrified.

At that time, I hated my father, hated him for loving my mother more than me, hated him for not caring about my life and death for revenge, and hated even more why I was born in such a bloody and horrible place.

I thought that there was no end to this life of fear, and sometimes I wondered, if I died, would everything be free? Until Uncle Cen returned to the Demon Palace, he was like a god, blocking the door of my boudoir, and from the moment he appeared, I had never seen anyone dare to make a mistake.

I'll never forget his terrifying Heavenly Demon face smiling at him, saying that as long as he was there when everything would be fine. To others, the Heavenly Demon is so terrifying, and seeing him means disaster and death, but for me, the Heavenly Demon is so kind that I feel at ease when I can see him.

Ten years later, my father returned with his enemies in his hand and set off a bloody storm in the Demon Palace, completely eradicating those wolf ambitions. But at that time, I was a young girl in my twenties, and I couldn't connect him with the tender word of my father when I looked at that strange man covered in blood.

Maybe it was out of debt that my father gave me what I wanted, but the one I relied on and was closest to Uncle Cen. It was he who enlightened me and taught me to cultivate, it was he who gave me a warm childhood, it was he who turned the cruel, bloody, and cold Demon Palace into my warm home, and it was he who always guarded me and made me dare to make trouble everywhere.

I thought there was nothing in the world that he couldn't do, no matter how willful I was, he would help me deal with the aftermath, even if I was naughty and troublesome, he would at most blow his beard and stare at me, but he was reluctant to say a heavy word to me.

But this time...... This time...... When he was dying, he took my hand and said to me: 'Mo'er, Uncle Cen is incompetent and can't protect you anymore, so I will wronged you in the future to put away your willfulness and act carefully. You have to work hard to cultivate and protect yourself. ’

At that time, I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, how much I depended on him, how much I wanted to call him father. But his primordial spirit just dissipated, leaving me no chance. ”

Mo Yan's eyes turned red as he spoke, and tears fell silently, and the sad color was heart-wrenching. He Zichuan gently hugged her into his arms and listened to her quietly, which was the most precious and real imprint in Mo Yan's heart, He Zichuan cherished every word, even every tone, and couldn't wait to engrave it in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Yan said quietly: "Xiao Qi"

"Huh?"

"Tell me your story. Mo Yan leaned on He Zichuan's chest and said.

He Zichuan was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I was born in the He family, and I am the He family that was destroyed not long ago......"

"I'm sorry ......"

"It's fine. The He family is also a cruel place. The only value of his existence is to send cultivation talents to Jinchuan, and then grab benefits under Jinchuan's protection. Everyone in the He family has existed for cultivation since birth, if you are a cultivation genius, then you will be loved by thousands of people, even if you act arbitrarily, no one will care. But if you have mediocre qualifications, then your parents will dislike you, your teachers will hate you, you will not have friends, and your status is not even as good as a watchdog. ”

"Xiao Qi, you must be a cultivation genius, right?"

He Zichuan smiled bitterly: "No, when I was a child, my qualifications were average, and my roots and bones were not excellent, and I didn't have any advantages except for my descendants." ”

"Then how did you become the Jinchuan Qingfeng Sword?" Mo Yan asked in surprise.

He Zichuan's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion, and he recalled: "When I was a child, my father died early, my mother was lonely and cowardly, and I myself was by no means a genius, if I didn't want to live like a dog in the He family, I had to cultivate diligently. In fact, at that time, I practiced hard day and night, just to make the immortal jade that my mother received every month a little richer, and no longer be looked down upon and bullied by others.

One night I got up in the middle of the night and saw my mother wiping her tears alone in the dim light, I was very heartbroken, and I wanted to comfort her, but I didn't expect that she was crying in front of her father's spiritual throne that her son was not angry and could not let her raise her head to be a man; I suddenly realized that I was so redundant, so redundant that even my biological mother hated it. Since then, I have vowed that I must get ahead in this life and this life, I must get out of the He family, and I must make those who look down on me regret it for the rest of my life.

After that, there was only one thing left in my life, and that was cultivation. At the age of thirteen, I barely reached the entrance qualification of Jinchuan, and entered Jinchuan with more than thirty clan children. Jinchuan is a melting pot, and it is up to you to advance and retreat, you can frolic and wait for the big exam once every ten years to be out, or you can work hard and stand out in the big exam.

At that time, I was withdrawn, extreme, and not good at words, and many of my classmates were tired of me. And my own qualifications are mediocre, I am full of enthusiasm but I can't do it, and my cultivation progress is extremely slow.

It was a difficult time, but fortunately I met the third senior sister. Said to be the third senior sister, in fact, she is much older than my grandmother, when I first started, she was already a master of the reality realm who had cultivated for more than 200 years, and was responsible for leading us into the mountain.

She was gifted, attentive and gentle, but not as weak and complaining as my mother. We are also teachers and friends, and under her careful guidance, I have advanced to the Xiaocheng realm in less than 20 years, and I have received the attention of the inner door.

Later, we successfully entered the inner gate together, began to cultivate and complete the tasks and tests designated by the sect, etc., until we stood out from the many talented disciples, she was elected to Lishui Hall and became the reserve disciple of Lishui Sword, I was elected to Qingfeng Hall and became the reserve disciple of Qingfeng Sword, and then we reached the Holy Realm successively, worshiped under the Jinzun Sect, and became the new Lishui Sword and Qingfeng Sword after the death of the previous Lishui Sword and Qingfeng Sword. ”

"No wonder you trust your third senior sister so much. ”

"Without the third senior sister, there would be no me now. ”

"Do you like her?"

"Of course, it's like a child to a mother, or a brother to a sister. ”

"That's not what I'm talking about. ”

"What about you...... What are you talking about?"

"Have you ever liked a woman?" asked Mo Yan faintly, two red flowers creeping up her cheeks.

He Zichuan's heart jumped, and he pretended to be calm and said: "The world is too big, and I haven't met anyone I love before. ”

"And now?"

"Now ......" He Zichuan's throat was dry, and he didn't know how to answer.

Seeing that He Zichuan didn't answer for a long time, Mo Yan felt a little lost in his heart, and asked again, "What kind of woman do you like?"

He Zichuan was stunned for a moment, and said uncertainly: "I haven't thought about this in the past, maybe I like a woman who can give me a home, or need me to give her a home, right?"

Speaking of home, Mo Yan thought of the recently deceased Demon King, and his mood gradually declined.

He Zichuan felt something in his heart and comforted: "Actually, I have the same feelings as you, whether it is the He family or the outer gate of Jinchuan, it is cruel and cold, just like this immortal cultivation world, the weak eat the strong, and if you are not careful, you will be crushed." It wasn't until I met the third senior sister, or until I entered the Qingfeng Hall and worshiped under the master's door, that I slowly realized the feeling of home in the care of the master and several senior brothers and sisters. I not only trust the third senior sister, but also the master and other fellow students.

Therefore, I am willing to sacrifice for Jinchuan. I didn't actually have the slightest intention of avenging the He family when I went down the mountain this time, just to defend the dignity of Jinchuan. I brought the Jinyu Immortal Bell to tell those who were standing opposite me that He Zichuan would rather die and never enter reincarnation, and never allow anyone to dare to trample on Jinchuan. ”

Mo Yan was shocked by He Zichuan's resounding oath. In her eyes, He Zichuan is a gentle person, he is courageous, responsible, very good to his subordinates, and very good at taking care of people. Although he is not as gentle and elegant as Mr. Qingtao, he has more true temperament. Unexpectedly, in his heart, Jin Chuan's status is so important. What about me? Where am I in his heart? If I were to oppose Jin Chuan one day, what choice would he make?

"Mo'er, are you trembling, are you injured?" Noticing that Mo Yan in his arms trembled slightly, He Zichuan asked with concern.

Mo Yan shook his head and buried his head deeper in He Zichuan's chest, as if a drowning man was clutching at a life-saving straw.

"Xiao Qi, there are always things in this world that you can't solve, and people you can't protect. It's like this incident, even the world's top master like Uncle Cen has fallen, what can you do?"

He Zichuan smiled slightly, and said gently: "Indeed, there are too many things in this world that I can't do, and there are too many people I can't take care of, but I can't stop fighting because things are difficult, and I can't give up the pursuit because there is little hope." I use my body as a sword to defend the faith in my heart and protect those who care about me, and this is my way. I think if I have an advanced realm one day, my Dao realm may be a sword. ”

Maybe it was an illusion, Mo Yan seemed to feel that when He Zichuan said this, there was a faint glow on his body. She was so stunned that she blurted out unconsciously the question, "What is the faith you want to defend, and who is the person you are thinking about?"

"Jinchuan is my faith, there are not many people who are concerned, not few, there are masters, several senior brothers and sisters, my best friends, Long Xiangyi of Tianlong Villa, and ...... And one special person. ”

Special person, could it be me? Mo Yanqiao's face was crimson, but she didn't dare to ask, for fear that it would not be what she thought in her heart and she would lose hope. Just when Mo Yan was suffering from gains and losses, He Zichuan suddenly frowned deeply, and his face became grim.

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed, and he said solemnly: "Someone is here, it's so close!"

He Zichuan nodded and said, "It seems that one is a mortal without spiritual power fluctuations, and the other has just stepped into the Yuan Chu Realm. ”

"It's strange, if it's a mortal and a low-level monk, how can it be that under the strict monitoring of our divine thoughts, they can go so close to be discovered?"

"It's better to have a demon than something abnormal, tell Qianqian to get ready. ”

"But your ...... hurt"

"It's okay, it can last for a while. ”

While the two were talking, the half-collapsed gate of the ruined temple was gently pushed open, the cold wind howled in, and the already weak bonfire instantly thinned out a little.

"You stubborn old man, don't let you go, if you don't find this safe haven below, you and I will freeze to death on this snowy field!"

"I asked you not to follow, you have to follow, I think you have cultivated immortal arts, but I don't know that you are just a piece of snow in the sky, and it will melt when you land, which is not worth mentioning. ”

"Hey, why are you so stubborn old man? If I wasn't afraid that you would be exposed to the wilderness, how could I ask for hardship in this snowy night and follow you for most of the night?"

"Don't pretend, you are not a greedy old man, this half of the family heirloom sword book in my arms, you will be like a green-headed fly all the way, and you can't drive away. ”

In the noise, two figures, an old man and a young man, walked into the ruined temple, the old man was dressed in a thick cotton jacket and carried a large medicine basket, like an old farmer who went into the mountains to collect medicine. The young man sat in a green shirt, with a bit of bookishness, and was stunned when he spoke.

He Zichuan felt that the young man was a little familiar at first glance, and after thinking about it carefully, he had really seen it, and muttered, "It's him?!"