In the foggy early morning, the shadows of the trees, and the woman with gloomy eyes walked solemnly in the mountains.

The cold dew soaked the light clothes, and the warm calves were cold and wet, and the cold was deep into the bones.

"Senior Sister Zhang, where are you going?"

The passing herb-picking disciples raised their hands and said hello.

The woman still maintained a posture of bowing her head, only squinting at the visitor, with a cold expression, and staggered past.

The disciple who was ignored snorted lightly as he looked at her departing back, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "What arrogance, it's not that Elder Yan has driven out the ranks of true disciples." ”

The fellow disciples stared at Zhang Zheng who had stopped walking in horror, hurriedly tugged at his cuffs, and reminded in a low voice: "Don't say it, hurry up and collect the medicine that Senior Sister Yi wants to use, otherwise the elder can't afford to blame." ”

After a long time, Zhang Zheng, who stopped in place, turned around, the two disciples had disappeared, her eyes changed several times, and her fists were clenched.

Yi Yan Shan......

Why am I never as good as you?

Why do you always have to fight with me?

Magic Weapon, Friend, Chance...... Now even the master has to fight.

She...... Only Wansheng remained......

Zhang Zheng spread out his palm, and there was a silver needle lying there, and the delicate lines spread like blood-colored vines.

Today, the sky was extremely dark, she looked up at the gray sky in the future of the wind and rain, and whispered, "Yi Yanshan, don't blame me, you brought it yourself." ”

……

At the top of the steep cliff, the man with the mask of the demon on his face stood with his hands in his hands, his clothes like ink, and he was integrated with the surging black clouds.

"Wansheng ......"

Zhang Zheng looked at the man's long back and muttered stupidly.

The man didn't look back, his hoarse voice hit his heart, like the sweetest honey, "I will make her disappear, and in the future, no one can fight with you." ”

Zhang Zheng lowered her eyes, she should be happy, but for some reason her heart became more and more depressed, and there was a faint pain in her brain.

She seemed to have forgotten something.

……

Huafeng Yan Mountain.

The deep earth burned black, mountains of gray powder piled up, and the remaining flames swept through, engulfing them all.

Zhang Zheng stood far away on the top of the mountain, looking at this bleak scene, his eyes were in a trance, "Yi Yanshan, you are still dead, no one can fight with me." ”

The demons that have been rooted for a long time have disappeared, and all kinds of things have been staged in the past.

I don't know that hundreds of years ago, she was still an orphan girl of a mundane beggar, and by chance she stepped into the cultivation realm and worshiped the Taixu Sect.

With her poor five-spirit root qualifications, she was bullied and insulted in the Taixu Sect, and later the Taixu Sect was destroyed by demon cultivation, she was lucky to save her life, and her physique also became the Yin Spirit Body for some reason, and her cultivation speed soared.

She hid in XZ, for fear of being discovered by demon cultivators, and later worshiped the Donghua Realm Sidao Sect, and became Elder Yan's personal disciple with excellent qualifications.

During a training trip, she rescued a young boy who had no relatives, so she treated him like a younger brother and gave him most of the good things.

The little boy is Qin Wansheng.

His qualifications are very good, and she has persuaded him many times to worship the Taoist Sect, but he is unwilling to live or die, and only wants to be a free and easy casual cultivator.

Zhang Zheng thought that she could walk on the immortal road step by step, and the road ahead was smooth, but the sudden disaster knocked her to the trough.

Her Yin spirit body was exposed, and her unbearable past experiences were also unearthed by those who cared about her, and almost everyone began to doubt her.

The Yin Body is an excellent furnace ding, and the Yin Spirit Body is a purer and more powerful physique than the Yin Body.

However, the Yin Spirit Body is different from the Yin Body that is born with it, the former is not born with it, and it is necessary to refine the pure essence blood with hundreds of Yin Body, and only after taking the essence blood can it be seventy percent likely to become the Yin Yin Spirit Body.

This kind of evil spell that uses human life as a sacrifice and changes qualifications was destroyed by the cultivation realm as early as 10,000 years ago, and I didn't expect that there are still people who will use it today.

Zhang Zheng didn't know how much trouble her Yin Spirit Body was, when the Taixu Sect was destroyed, she happened to hide in the haystack of the remote firewood house and was stunned by the power of the fighting method, and she was lucky to escape a difficulty.

After waking up, the speed of cultivation is already thousands of miles a day.

She didn't even know she was a Yin Spirit.

In the face of everyone's doubts and the contempt of her former friends, the outside world criticized her for her words, and she was speechless, trapped herself in the Fangcun Cave Mansion, unwilling to come out.

From beginning to end, only her master, although he never came forward to protect her directly, he never reduced whether it was the disciple's salary or the resources she deserved.

He told everyone with practical actions that as long as the truth was not known, he would never give up on his disciples at will.

Zhang Zheng was decadent for a long time, only locked himself in the cave, closed the door to the master who came to inquire several times, and when he left the cave again, it was three years later.

Although the eyes of the same door looking at her were still disdainful, they were hidden in a vague way, and only secretly sighed and whispered.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and made up her mind to abandon the past, thinking that in the future, she would always be able to climb the Qingyun Immortal Ladder with her own efforts, and then no one would be able to slander her at will.

But once misfortune begins, it is often not easily cut off, it is like a maggot on the tarsal bones, eating away at everything you have, until you are empty, your sleeves are breezy, and you turn into a handful of loess.

Since then, no matter what it is, whether it is a friend, a treasure, or even a supreme inheritance, it has been taken away by her chief sister of the sect, Yi Yanshan, who is extremely gifted and righteous.

Later, even her most beloved master stood behind Yi Yanshan and raised his eyebrows at her.

Plagued by demons, there is no peace every day, and the pain is embarrassing.

Therefore, she desperately guarded what she thought was her last relative, and was willing to do anything for him, and even pushed her fellow disciples into the fire pit with her own hands, and watched them being burned alive with cold eyes.

The mountain wind swept the scorching fire up the mountaintop, and the hot breath came to the face, mixed with the turbid death and deep resentment.

My head hurts! Why does it hurt so much?

Zhang Zheng couldn't help but kneel on the ground, smashed his head with fists with both hands, and a line of clear tears fell, sprinkled in the cremation pit that was about to be extinguished, and steamed into a cloud of mist.

"Zhang Zheng, do you know what's wrong?"

Who is it?

The pain made her vision unfocused, and in her blurred vision, an inexplicably familiar figure floated in the air.

That's her...... Myself......

"Zhang Zheng ......"

Her lips trembled, her pupils dilated, and her voice was faint and mournful.

But she's not her.

Zhang Zheng in front of her has clear eyes and an indifferent expression, she is confident and open-minded, humble and modest, and her path of cultivation is clear and bright.

And she, covered in scars and full of sins, her clear heart has long been covered by a thick haze, and her future is bleak.

Who is Zhang Zheng?

When the fake is true, the truth is also false, and there is no place for inaction.

She's Zhang Zheng!

From beggar to foundation, she walked all the way down-to-earth, no matter sorrow or joy, loss or gain, everything was real and never illusory.

The figure of "Zhang Zheng", who knelt on the ground, swayed, and trembled into a cloud of misty smoke and dispersed.

"Zhang Zheng, there is no mistake."