"Where is this?"

In the depths of a mountain, on a stone platform hanging high on the side of the mountain, Zong Shouyou looked around, and his thoughts were full of confusion.

Then the next moment, his eyes were attracted by a figure in front of him, looking at the morning glow in the distance.

Dressed in cloth, plain white and clean. Obviously not a very wide back, but the momentum is extremely majestic, and the breath is even more unpredictable.

However, for some reason, when Zong Shou looked at the past, he always felt that this person's figure was a little sad and sad.

"Shou'er, do you want your mother?"

"Of course I do, but didn't you say that my mother is no longer in the Cloud Realm and can't come back?"

"It's true that it's not in the cloud realm, but it's not like you can't come back!"

The figure smiled bitterly, but did not turn around: "I used to only think of your mother when she was dead, but I always think of her recently." Or maybe you should really make an effort to bring her back. My family's shou'er can't always be without a mother. ”

"Really, Father, you didn't lie to me? Where is my mother, Shou'er wants to see my mother now. ”

Zong Shou became more and more inexplicable, obviously he didn't want to speak, but this voice couldn't be said at all. And it's extremely immature, like a six-year-old child's accent. Especially when the word mother and mother were spoken, there was a sense of eagerness in my chest.

He frowned and pondered for a moment before finally waking up. This should be a fragment of Zongshou's thirteen years of memory.

The figure in front of him was laughing and turned his head at this time, his handsome face was full of pride, and his eyes were extremely sharp.

"It's okay to follow me to see your mother, but you can't be bad at it. Twenty years, it only takes twenty years, let's go and see, what kind of arrogance is the Lu family, which claims to dominate the eight hundred small worlds—"

Zong Shou's gaze shrank slightly, this figure was not the Blood Mad Demon Saint he was familiar with, the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox?

Before I had time to think about it, the pictures in front of me all collapsed. Zong Shou's consciousness flowed along the long river of memory. After a while, I came to a memory screen again.

This time, it was replaced by a wide school field, with many stone locks and a large number of swords, guns, swords, and halberds placed next to it.

His chest and abdomen were wheezing violently. The body also seems to be suffering from intense workouts, and it is extremely tired.

In his chest, he held his breath, and his endless unwillingness filled his heart. Hate heaven and earth for being so unfair, hate your own body, so useless.

is still the middle-aged man, but at this time, his eyes are completely empty, but all heartache and guilt.

"Okay Shou'er, your chakra has not been opened, because you have the double veins of shemales. It's not your fault that you can't practice martial arts. No matter how much you torture yourself, it's useless. If you can't follow the path of martial arts, can't you still practice soul power? After a while, my father will send you to Linhai Academy-"

The memory was shattered again, and when Zong Shou's eyes were once again made up of countless fragments of pictures, gradually flattening out a scene, it was in a narrow corridor.

Zong Shou walked inside, only listening to countless small voices on both sides, coming into his ears.

"This person, is it the waste of Class B? It took three years, and he still can't open up the soul sea?"

"It's him, it is said that this person is still the son of Qiantian Mountain, the future Demon King, His Royal Highness-"

"Cut! The demon clan has always respected the strong. How could those people from the Qiantian Mountains obey him? Aren't they already dead?"

"It's ridiculous, since you have no talent, you should leave by yourself! Occupy a place and a spiritual place for nothing!"

Unlike before, at this moment, Zong guards the chest. The unwillingness became more and more intense, and the resentment was even more surging. And in addition to these, there is a trace of despair, which fills the bottom of my heart.

Then not only the memories of Zongshou in the past thirteen years, but also his previous life, the injustices and sufferings he encountered, were also turned out one by one.

The grief of losing his father at a young age, he supported his sick mother alone in his early years. In addition to part-time work, he relied on his unremitting hard work and was admitted to the highest university in the east of the cloud world. But he was robbed of his place by power, and in the end he couldn't even complete his studies. My mother died of injuries and was left alone.

After working hard, in the shopping mall, he gradually showed his talent, but he was jealous and excluded. I can only be reduced to working in the library to make a living.

Zong Shou looked at it with a smile, as if it was none of his business. Then with a wave of his hand, all the illusions in front of him were gone.

When I opened my eyes again, I only heard that the sound of Xiao was still continuing, still whirling and tactful. And Zhao Yanran herself seems to be completely immersed in it, and her expression is very focused.

Zong Shou smiled dumbly, and lazily leaned his back back, which was extremely comfortable, reclining under the eaves.

Then, when the sound of Xiao changed rhythm again, he used the loose wind sword in his hand, together with the scabbard, and lightly tapped it beside him.

The sound was not loud, but the sound of the gold and wood clashing made the sound of Xiao Yin suddenly stagnate.

The poignant artistic conception also disappeared immediately.

Zhao Yanran couldn't help but look at it in surprise. Seeing that Zong Shou was still awake, he smiled and groaned. Instinctively, there was a burst of consternation.

Frowning, Zhao Yanran was about to change her tone, and a ** spiritual power filled the direction of the cloud-turning car. But I saw Zong Shou, holding the sword and knocking it again. This time, it was extremely abrupt and just right, which made her flute sound suddenly confused. The few meanings that remain are also gone.

And Yin Yang and Chu Xue, who were immersed in memories, also gradually regained their consciousness at this time. Seeing the situation in front of him, he was puzzled for a while. However, in just a moment, they each broke out in a cold sweat and had palpitations in their eyes.

Zhao Yanran's eyes also contained a slight ice edge. Once can be said to be a coincidence, but twice in a row, it can never be explained by accident.

The person in front of him really has a way to crack his own Huangquan Netherworld Song.

Before I had time to think about how to respond, the third knock had already sounded again.

This third time not only made her feel that her flute was chaotic, but even the internal breath in her body seemed to be a little unstable. There is even a breath of air, blocked in the chest, and it cannot be vented.

Zhao Yanran's eyes flashed, and she paused for a moment, but still blew out the notes behind her.

Then I saw the sect guard on the other side, and the corners of his lips picked up evilly, and for the fourth time, he struck the wooden board with his sword.

So that her flute sound is not only unsustainable. The blood halo on the coat next to his left chest expanded a full circle at this moment.

The peach-like face of the man seemed to be a little pale at the moment.

It's just that when the coldness in those eyes subsided, there was still no annoyance, and the fanaticism was even more intense.

The young man in front of her, who is not yet at the age of Chong, can give her such a surprise!

"Zong Shou, you are really only thirteen years old, have you ever learned music before? To be able to break free from my song is already extraordinary. If you can break my tune again, you can't do it even if you are not an ordinary martial artist. How can I give up if a jade like you asks me now? In addition to the lotus seeds of the Twelve Phantom Flame Lotus, people can also give you three Fetal Refining Pills. If you don't agree, I won't be able to force it—"

Zong Shou sighed secretly, and rubbed his eyebrows with some bitterness. This crazy woman seems to be really eyeing herself.

was racking his brains, thinking about how to find a way, and sent this woman away. But suddenly, I felt a huge shadow looming over me.

When I raised my head and looked up at the sky, I saw that among the clouds, a dragon shadow was winding in the air at a height of three hundred zhang.

Zong Shou couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and waited for a full ten days. This one, it's finally here.