On the continent of cultivating immortals, the ethereal peak, inside the free gate, the sycamore leaves and the world knows autumn. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAutumn and winter at Ethereal Peak always come later than elsewhere. Everyone is concentrating on cultivation, and one by one the disciples wearing thin shirts are absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, or practicing martial arts to strengthen their bodies, or practicing actual combat, adding a lot of vitality to the cold morning.

There is only one person who is incompatible with other people, and he is the third-generation disciple of Xiaoyaomen, Zhu Ming. Lying alone on his back on the trunk of a tree, he concealed himself with the few leaves. I don't want to be noticed, however, there must be a mistake in the hundred.

As one of the two personal disciples of the head of the sect, Zhu Ming should have been more diligent than the other disciples, but he was indifferent to cultivating immortals, or he was already disheartened. Zhu Ming himself didn't understand why he had such an unfortunate encounter.

But who can he confide in his dissatisfaction and sorrow? Is it the master? No, the master is the head of a faction, and there are many opportunities for him, obviously Zhu Ming did not disturb the master's thoughts. is even avoiding the few opportunities to meet with the master.

He was not the pride of the master, but instead became a burden to the master, a tool for the elders to hinder the master, he only learned from the master three years ago that he was an orphan, and at the same time knew the fact that he could not cultivate.

According to the master, at that time, he was not yet qualified to be the head of the free faction, watching the stars at night, and accidentally found the southern starry sky, the star track was chaotic, and the visions were frequent, first a golden pillar of light fell from the sky, peaceful and sacred, and with a strong Buddhist atmosphere, and then it was angry thunder, thunder, and there was a thunderbolt stronger than the pillar of light, cutting through the sky, as if there was a target to split towards a house......

When the master arrived, the thunderbolt was razed to the ground, and only a baby with a Buddha bead in his hand was screaming in a deep pit, and there was a thunder and lightning mark on his forehead. That baby was Zhu Ming, and that mark was also the culprit that made Zhu Ming unable to cultivate—the Thunder Sword Seal.

In this regard, the master is also helpless, because the Thunder Sword Seal has always only existed in legends, and there is nowhere to seek a way to get rid of it.

Turning over, lying on the trunk of the tree, looking at the disciples who were working the cultivation ground, Zhu Ming's heart felt a sense of envy.

At this time, another female disciple of the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, Hong Aya, came quietly.

Red Aya is dressed in a green dress and a bandeau skirt, fluttering, like a fairy in the dust. Cold face, thin willow long eyebrows, charming eyes, three thousand green silk straight behind him, two strands of hairband moving with the wind, if you can add another smile, it must be a stunning beauty in the country.

It's just to use the words of Hongaya, that is, I only smile at one person, that person is happy, I am happy, and if that person laughs, I laugh too. I don't know how long he lost his former liveliness, and I don't know how long she lost her former smile.

Hongya knew that he was unhappy, but she could only accompany him to be unhappy. She looked at Zhu Ming, thinking back to the lively and sunny little boy at the beginning, and had a naïve conversation with herself: "Senior sister, you are so beautiful, I must work hard to cultivate in the future." ”

"Why?" said in her usual cold tone.

"For I will protect you, and I will marry you. The little boy looked at Xiao Hongyan's eyes firmly and said loudly.

In fact, the little boy said a lot of things that day, but she only remembered this sentence, did not answer, did not refuse, but was willing to let him hold her hand unscrupulously. Crazy together, laughing together.

Until that day, the master announced a cruel fact, "Zhu Ming can't cultivate......" was like a thunderbolt from the sky, piercing Zhu Ming's heart, and his childhood dream had not had time to be realized, and it had been strangled in the cradle.

Since then, there has been no figure of Zhu Ming on the great cultivation field of Xiaoyaomen, but in the past three years, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, he has been like this, relying on the trunk of the tree, relying on the shade of the tree, covering up his emotions, and covering up the fact that he can't cultivate, which is nothing more than self-deception.

He was twelve years old that year, his dreams were shattered, and his life began to be full of ice, stinging him and her again and again. He became indifferent, lost, and didn't care about anything, even if it was the third senior brother, Zhuang Laosan humiliated him in front of everyone, and he turned a deaf ear.

He just kept repeating a sentence in his heart, "The weak can't protect anything." The only thing that could make him look up a little bit was nothing more than the familiar shadow, the one who could see but couldn't touch her. Distance, this started from that day three years ago, he began to alienate his senior sister, because he was just a waste material, and she was the Red Sword Fairy praised by everyone, and she was one of the best geniuses.

Hong Aya can not care about the world's eyes, but Zhu Ming can't, in the world of the jungle, how can they protect each other's happiness without strength?

Hong Aya didn't know how long she had been silent under the tree, only that when Zhu Ming turned his head to meet her eyes, it was when another uninvited guest arrived.

Zhu Ming slid down from the tree and looked at his third senior brother, Zhuang Laosan, with a look of disgust.

Zhuang Laosan is a few years older than Hongya and Zhu Ming, and he is eighteen years old this year. In Xiaoyaomen, he can neither pretend to be the first, because the first is the son of Hanyu, the senior brother of Bai Yumen, nor can he pretend to be the second, because the second is the Red Sword Fairy, and the second senior sister is Hongyan, so he has to settle for the third, and the third would not have been his, it was Zhu Ming in front of him. Because Zhu Ming is the fastest in learning everything, even the fastest among the four senior brothers.

Seeing Zhu Ming's previous self-confidence, Zhuang Laosan can always get full pleasure from refreshing his painful encounters. Maybe he had groveled in front of him for too long before, and now he wanted to get it back.

It was also because of his despondency that Zhu Ming saw the reality of Zhuang Laosan, and once naively thought that he was really good to himself. He shook his head to express his helplessness at himself.

"Roar, it's the third senior brother, I don't know what you're doing?" Zhu Ming looked at Zhuang Laosan with blank eyes, and casually glanced at Senior Sister Hongyan, hoping that she would leave quickly, at least not let her see the end of her tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied by dogs. Because Zhuang Laosan obviously didn't simply come over to say hello.

But Hong Aya didn't want to move at all, and seemed to be fighting against Zhu Ming. She just wants to see how this Zhuang Laosan dares to bully her little junior brother in front of her. On weekdays, it's okay to be out of sight, but today, I'm afraid it's not that simple......

Zhuang Laosan naturally knew that Senior Sister Hongyan was still watching from the sidelines, otherwise she would be standing so dullly, but this matter was also explained by Senior Brother, three times a day, and not allowed to fall once, just to let Zhu Ming, this kid, stay away from Senior Sister Hongyan.

For a stunning girl like Red Aya, there are a few people's hearts that can not be moved. Zhuang Laosan is naturally one of them, but with his own status and talent, I am afraid that he is only a little better than Zhu Ming, who is down-and-out and unable to cultivate. Where is she worthy of a proud girl like Hong Aya?

Zhuang Laosan selfishly thinks that what he can't get, others don't want to get, so having the orders of the senior brother is on the one hand, and on the other hand, he also has his own selfishness, although he doesn't want to give up Senior Sister Hongyan to the pig of Senior Brother, and he doesn't want to offend Senior Sister Hongyan, but Senior Brother can kill himself with one finger.

Seeing that Zhuang Laosan was so grinding, Zhu Ming was also impatient, turned around and left, but was blocked by the rest of the people.

"Senior brother, we haven't been close for a long time, third senior brother, I have recently practiced a new set of boxing techniques, why don't you give senior brother some pointers?" Zhuang Laosan gritted his teeth and prepared to do it.

Hong Aya's sword was also quietly held behind him, staring at Zhuang Laosan with fierce eyes, as long as Zhuang Laosan dared to touch a single hair of Zhu Ming, he wouldn't want to leave safely today.

Zhuang Laosan only felt like a thorn in his back, and he couldn't do it, and he threw a punch, but he couldn't do it in the air. turned his head to smile at Red Aya, but met Red Aya's murderous gaze.

Zhu Ming couldn't help but be embarrassed, "It turns out that thugs aren't so easy to be a beater, are they?" Zhu Ming still involuntarily glanced at Hong Aya, and quickly moved away. Now he is not worthy of a stunning senior sister.

Meeting each other's gazes, the short time they looked at each other made Hong Aya's murderous aura also reduce a lot, Zhuang Laosan suddenly relaxed, and a punch was heavily imprinted on Zhu Ming's chest.

After Hong Aya hesitated, the red sword was in her hand, and she couldn't tell others, and stabbed at Zhuang Laosan from behind. At this moment, his life is no different from the withered branches and leaves that have withered in the autumn.

Although the rules of the Xiaoyao Gate are strict, prohibiting disciples from fighting with their lives, it is inevitable that daily exchanges and negligence will hurt others. Therefore, even if Zhuang Laosan has three strengths and two weaknesses, Hongyan's identity and status are there, and no one can move her.

Zhu Ming was punched to the ground by Zhuang Laosan, holding his chest, and looking at Zhuang Laosan who was sweating profusely, there is no more ironic perpetrator than this.

"Senior brother, if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, even if I die, I will be accompanied by you, and we are not alone on the Huangquan Road. Zhu Ming mocked Zhuang Laosan, and the surrounding disciples saw that as soon as Hong Aya made a move, it was a murderous move, where did they dare to linger longer, and they dispersed as birds and beasts in an instant.

Leaving only a cold sweat, his feet were weak, and Zhuang Laosan, who regretted it too much, shouted in his heart, "My life is over." ”

"Qiang Qiang ......"

A cold light crossed, and when he heard the collision of sword blades and the sound of friction, Zhuang Laosan was already so frightened that he fainted, foaming at the mouth, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

The cold light landed, and the red sword returned to the hand of the red aya, his brows furrowed, and he was very displeased. A pair of charming eyes stared at the cold light sword that was stuck upside down on the ground, as if it was about to erupt fire.

Hong Aya and Zhu Ming both knew who the person was coming, it was another famous genius of Xiaoyaomen, the son of Hanyu, and the white jade gate. At the same time, he is also their big brother.

"Senior Sister Hongyan, I haven't seen you for many days, but you are becoming more and more stunning. The voice is extremely gentle, and the etiquette is not down at all.

As for Zhu Ming, he can take it completely indifferently. directly turned his back to Zhu Ming and Hong Aya to greet him, and even used his slender figure to separate the possibility of eye contact between Zhu Ming and Hong Aya.