Her father died in front of her, her mother died in front of her, and her brother died in front of her, her small shoulders blocked her vision, and she said in a serious voice with some childishness:

"Men deserve to die in front of women."

So he died.

Her head fell at her feet, her eyes darkened, and her lips opened slightly, as if she was continuing to say what she had just said, as if asking:

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

For countless nights after that, before she woke up from bed with tears on her face, she would dream that her father, mother, and brother were asking her:

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

The next day, she knelt in front of the Dragon Temple, her head on the ground and her head kowtowed, and the blood from the knock was all over the ground.

The man finally came out, just looking at her faintly.

The girl seemed to mature overnight, she didn't clamor for anything, she didn't cry anymore.

She buried her head in the dirt and blood, and said weakly but firmly:

"I'm willing to be a lackey for the grown-ups."

She didn't understand who the old man was, she only knew that there was a real tornado and thunderclouds covering the sky yesterday.

Countless water tribes crawled out of the silent Pinjiang River amid the roar of thunder and torrential rain, and raised their butcher knives towards the dragon god believers who were kneeling on the ground devoutly.

The screams of pain formed a hymn to the true dragon, who sat indifferently in the clouds and enjoyed it all.

The monks of the Dragon Temple who flaunted their might in Pinjiang City on weekdays seemed to have all disappeared. On the bronze gate leading to the Taming Sea Mountain, a layer of bloody handprints was filled, and the corpses were stacked on top of each other, and new bloody handprints were quickly filled in the higher part of the blank space.

Until the bronze gate tens of meters high was completely filled with bloody handprints, no one could open the gate of the inner city.

She cried in the rain as she watched her parents and brother die in front of her, but before the crab demon could cut her head to pieces.

Later, she learned that it was the old man who suddenly appeared and called himself Pin Gong to end the massacre.

He let the true dragon retreat, and let the gate of the Taming Sea Mountain, which could not be knocked open, be reopened, and the intact dragon temple monks came out of it. Take the lead in organizing rescue efforts for people.

In the temple, where the child's cry resounded, the old man finally sighed, lifted her up, and said:

"I don't want you to be my lackey, I want you to be the Dragon Temple...... A knife. ”

On the second day, she wore a pale red Dragon Temple disciple's uniform and walked out of the Taming Sea Mountain.

The cardinals on the road were all very polite to her, knowing that she was the newly accepted disciple of the prince, and they all wanted to guess the unpredictable attitude of the other party from her.

She stood under the tall bronze door, which was very clean, and said goodbye to each other calmly and politely.

Then he walked into the ten-room and nine-empty Pinjiang City, and the river of blood mixed with stumps flowed under his feet until it reached the port outside the city gate. The vast and boundless Pinjiang is crimson in the eyes, just like the color of the Dragon Temple costume on his body.

The fish pecked at the stump floating on the water, she withdrew her gaze, and silently threw herself into the rescue of the people of Pinjiang City while her peers were still crying.

Even if it's just a bowl of porridge, carrying a child younger than her, and wiping the blood stains on someone's face.

People who have seen her praise her for her young age, but she is so kind-hearted, mature and steady.

It's just that when she woke up in tears at night, she thought over and over again, among those fish-eaten stumps, is there a share of my parents and brothers?

She joined Pinjiang City at a young age, and she was the first disciple accepted by the mysterious Pin Gong who suddenly appeared and suddenly entered the Dragon Temple.

She showed maturity far beyond her peers, and quickly learned and grew up in the Dragon Temple sacrifice matters and the management of Pinjiang City, and took charge of herself.

But the irony is that she is just a mortal and has no talent for cultivation.

She seemed to see the full and malicious ridicule of fate, but she only let her tears be dried up by the growing fire in her heart in the middle of the night, after the interrogation of the souls of her parents and brothers. Then put that calm mask back on your face.

She began to try to cultivate her own lineage by virtue of her special identity, the bond between the old Dragon Temple monk system and the barely visible but transcendent Pingong.

Like her, the victims of the Jiashen Rebellion.

She carefully selected cultivators who could be cultivated to strengthen her voice in the Dragon Temple.

The process was always difficult, even to the point where she occasionally had to be put in danger as a mortal.

Lu Yuan's left arm was lost like this, and the figure of him blocking in front of her who would rather die reminded her of her dead brother.

The barriers she encountered were getting bigger and bigger, and more and more of them came from the interior of the Dragon Temple, and even some of the descendants she had worked so hard to cultivate.

She is just a mortal after all, and it is the limit to come this far.

What else does she want to do? Many people have asked her so in words and eyes.

Her gaze was as quiet as a lake, as if it had never been affected by these sounds.

Only occasionally would she look at the top of the Tame Sea Mountain, the old man who was always dressed in red. Obviously, it was he who retreated from the true dragon, it was obviously he who entered the Dragon Temple, and it was obviously he who knew best that his hatred dissolved in blood and filled his soul.

But he didn't do anything, just on the top of the sea and mountains, living in seclusion every day.

Until that day, she woke up in the blazing flames, as many nights in the past. wiped away the sorrow of the soul on his calm face, and suddenly heard a certain voice.

She suddenly had a feeling that she had survived to this day in order to wait for this fateful day.

Following this voice, she walked somewhere on the shore of Pinjiang Lake, and red blood bloomed in the center of the river like a flower.

A calm and cold voice sounded in her heart, asking her two questions in a somewhat world-weary attitude:

"What's your name? What do you want? ”

She answered, and walked into the middle of the river in the silence of the voice. The red blood streaks closed together, protecting her like a flower.

Later, she learned that she built the foundation in the night as a mortal on that night.

Its name is cuckoo cry.

She also knew about the existence of the dragon girl, and since that night, she has been parasitic on herself. But the dragon girl always talks very little, and looks like she is not interested in anything.

But he also gradually learned a lot of secrets, and the body of the dragon girl was lying on her stomach at the Dragon Waterfall, which was washed by the water of the Pinjiang River day and night. The burial dragon abyss and the waterfall overlapped in the void, maintaining the immortality of the soul.

Combined with the flesh and blood spirit of the creatures that have followed the river water into the life along the Pin River for hundreds of years, and the immortal hatred accumulated in the burial dragon abyss, it is the arrangement of resurrection.

And this "dragon girl" in her body is the last bit of clear true spirit.

However, when it comes to the resurrection, it seems that she is more concerned than her.

Fortunately, she finally has more power than before, and the cuckoo's unusual Dao Ji just makes her a little more magical than mortals.

But it's different after all.

The most important thing was that she finally understood what the old man meant.

That day, the old man asked her to make a knife, she didn't understand why, obviously the other party must have understood that she couldn't practice at that time.

until he became a servant of water in a mortal body, and finally ascended to the position of temple blessing; Until she personally created a vengeful lineage to stand on the temple of the Dragon Temple; Until the hatred in her heart echoed the sad cry of the burial dragon abyss, awakening the dragon girl's remaining will and becoming her unique Daoji.

She understood.

It is the first day of the ninth lunar month again.

She woke up from a nightmare like the night of the past sixty years, and habitually touched her face.

There are no tear stains.

She felt a heartfelt tranquility waiting for her in the near future, and at the thought of this tranquility, a smile that bloomed from the bottom of her heart appeared on her pale face.

The crimson temple clothes burned brightly on his body, and he pushed open the small window, and it began to rain.

In the familiar autumn rain, she remembered the conversation of that night.

"What's your name? What do you want? ”

"My name is Lu Ke, and I want to die in peace."