Under the courtyard of Jianwang Mountain, there is a secret room that has been dug out by hand, and the walls around the secret room are all made of stainless steel and iron fused with thousand-year-old boulders.

On one side of the secret room, there is a tight room, whether it is the incomparably strong iron door of the room, or the airtightness of this room, it casts a veil of mystery on this room.

In every way, this place feels like a cell for the most vicious people.

At this time, in this airtight room, a fat boy was locked to the stone wall of this secret room by a huge chain.

Looking closely, the young man's hair is sloppy, and there is a little more vicissitudes on his face that he should have at this age.

The boy's lips were pale and his face was covered with dirt, and it was clear that he hadn't washed his face for a long time.

And this also caused his originally delicate face to be a little depressed at this time.

And on the boy's left and right wrists and ankles of both feet, there are huge chain rings.

If you look closely, you will definitely see that on the young man's fair skin, there are also a few blood-red marks at this time.

But the boy didn't struggle, as if he didn't feel the pain coming from his body, but kept giggling intermittently, like a madman.

The boy is indeed crazy, a few years ago, because of the misstudy of forbidden techniques, it eventually led to the reverse flow of the spiritual veins in the boy's body, and the nerves in the whole body were disordered.

But the boy is also lucky, after such a big change, the boy not only did not become a waste, but his own strength increased greatly, but he also became a madman.

Wandering in this Sword King Mountain all day long, if he encounters a fellow senior brother who practices swords, his temper will become extremely irritable, just like a beast encountering its prey, and he rushes straight up.

In just a few days, because of him, I don't know how many Sword Sect disciples were seriously injured.

Things have deteriorated to this point, in order to prevent the situation from continuing to deteriorate, in desperation, several Sword Sect elders under the instruction of Zongzheng Sword Fourteen, they worked together to capture the stupid boy, and finally, imprisoned him under the nose of his master, who is also the master of this Ten Thousand Sword Peak, Elder Jianmi.

As soon as Wang Zeyu's incident came out, Elder Jianmi was like he was more than ten years old, and overnight, his whole person was also a little haggard.

However, in recent years, Wang Zeyu's madness has also been slightly relieved and improved, from the beginning of the whole day when he was almost awake, to now he will be awake for at least so many hours every day.

Although Wang Zeyu's condition has not changed much, no matter how he says it, he is gradually getting better, and Jian Mi's long-lost smile is gradually hanging on his increasingly thin old face.

But the only pity is that just in case, the ice chain that restricts Wang Zeyu has not been disassembled, that is to say, Wang Zeyu will have a period of time on weekdays, and he will have to bear the unbearable pain caused by the iron chain even in a conscious state.

As the saying goes, the hurt is in your body, and the pain is in my heart.

Every time Jian Mi saw the corners of Wang Zeyu's mouth twitch and endure the intense pain, Jian Mi's heart was also very painful, and he wished that the person who was bound to the wall at this time was himself.

After all, if he hadn't put so much pressure on this child, then Wang Zeyu would not have taken the risk of stealing the sect's door control technique, and finally ended up like this.

In the final analysis, Jian Mi is the real villain, and Wang Zeyu is just making amends for his crimes.

It's just that no matter how wrong Jian Mi is, he is only unintentional after all.

In an underground prison

Jian Mi looked through the small window in the room and looked at Wang Zeyu, who was chained to the wall by the cold iron, shook his head several times, opened his mouth several times, but several times, he didn't know what to say.

Wang Zeyu in the room has been resisting violently, although he is now in a state of rage, but he is only a flesh and blood body after all, he also understands pain, and he also understands that he must break free from this bondage.

Several times, Jian Mi outside the door wanted to rush in and untie the chains on Wang Zeyu's body, but every time, Jian Mi's reason also overcame his emotions.

After all, he is the elder of the Sword Sect, and before he does anything, he must consider the consequences, that is to say, under the premise of thinking about the sect, Jian Mi can only watch Wang Zeyu continue to suffer, and he himself can do nothing.

I don't know how long time has passed, as Wang Zeyu's tossing movement in the room is getting smaller and smaller, Jian Mi knows very well that this is a precursor to Wang Zeyu's regaining consciousness.

Sure enough, as the sound in the room gradually disappeared, in the end, a weak voice also floated into Kenmi's ears from the room through the crack in the door: "Master!"

Hearing this voice, Jian Ya didn't care about his image at this time, and directly pushed open the door made of fine iron, and then set his eyes on the young man who was hanging on the wall and covered in flesh and blood.

Jian Mi looked at Wang Zeyu, whose face was pale, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he called softly: "Zeyu!"

Hearing Jian Mi's voice, Wang Zeyu raised his head very hard, revealing his round face.

"Master, you, you're here!"

Jian Mi nodded, and for a moment, countless questions came to mind that he wanted to ask, but in the end, Jian Mi just said in a very ordinary way: "How are you doing?"

Wang Zeyu was stunned for a moment, but quickly replied: "You also know that I can only do this for the rest of my life, and when I am awake every day, it is better to be a madman." ”

"How can you say that?" Hearing the self-abandonment in Wang Zeyu's words, Jian Mi immediately scolded fiercely in his capacity as a master.

Subsequently, Jian Mi also continued: "I said, I will definitely cure your disease, Zeyu, you believe in the master, the master will definitely let you practice the sword happily like before!"

Wang Zeyu listened to Master Jianmi's words, and suddenly coughed twice without warning, stared at Jianmi, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a few words: "Master, I hurt!"

The simple five words broke the last stubbornness in Jian Mi's heart.

Yes, Wang Zeyu hurts, he is still just a child, he didn't have to bear all this, he blames himself, he blames himself.

Jian Mi blamed himself in his heart over and over again, but this was only what he could do, he couldn't even do it, put this child down, and bear the pain caused by this cold chain for him.

Looking at the master's painful expression, Wang Zeyu also knew that for so many years, Jian Mi had also been living in his own demons and could not extricate himself.

Even for this reason, he gave up the annual apprenticeship ceremony and never accepted a single disciple again.

Thinking of this, Wang Zeyu also instinctively asked: "By the way, master, if I remember correctly, it seems that the other day was the apprenticeship ceremony, I don't know if this year, master, have you received any good disciples?"

Jian Mi nodded: "Yes, I did receive one." ”

"Yes, it seems that I have a junior brother too. Wang Zeyu coughed lightly a few times again, trying not to show himself so painfully.

"Yes, you have a junior brother, if he knows that he has such an excellent senior brother as you, he will definitely be very happy. ”

"Don't, with a senior brother like me, I will be embarrassed by the time, but with a good teacher like you, I believe that the junior brother will definitely become very good. ”

Jian Mi sighed, shook his head and continued: "No, with that child's temperament, it is a little similar to you before, except that you don't like to talk, it is like carving out the same mold as you back then. ”

"Yes, if I have a chance another day, I really want to meet this junior brother you are talking about. ”

"There will be, so now it's imperative, you just take care of your illness, believe in the master, I will definitely cure you, you have to believe in yourself, you are still that genius, Wang Zeyu!"

Wang Zeyu smiled: "Genius? No need, even if it was the Sword Sect back then, and there were ghost talents like Sword Sixteen, what kind of talent did I have?"

Hearing Wang Zeyu suddenly mention Jian Sixteen, Jian Mi seemed to think of something, and said very casually: "Speaking of which, I have to say that your junior brother is really talented, do you know that even Jian Sixteen was defeated by his sword." ”

"There is no absolute talent in this world, in fact, there are more people who are regarded as geniuses, who have put in a hundred times more effort than ordinary people, and I am not a genius, but I am a little more diligent than others. Wang Zeyu looked at the light of a candle that seeped into the room from outside the window, and suddenly. I sighed.

Wang Zeyu really hasn't felt the feeling of being moistened by the sun for a long time, and now he can only be locked up here day and night, alone in this dark environment, silently in a daze, suffering extremely intense pain, thinking about his life.

I don't know how long time has passed, Jian Mi has also left this damp underground secret room, and here, now only Wang Zeyu is left smiling and sighing bitterly!

There have been countless times when Wang Zeyu even wanted to end his life like this, but every time, he was hovering on the edge of death, and he was pulled back by Lady Luck again and again.

The desire to survive overcame the pain, Wang Zeyu wanted to go out, he wanted to stand under the sun again, unscrupulously absorbing the warm sunshine.

Just like Jian Mi said, even if it's just for himself, he Wang Zeyu must live, because there are still a lot of things waiting for him to do.

Somewhere in the Sword Sect, a middle-aged man who couldn't see his face clearly, and couldn't even tell his gender, was carefully shuttling through the Sword King Mountain.

Just as he couldn't see what he looked like, no one could guess what he was trying to do.

But the only thing that is certain is that the fire in Sandin City did not burn those extraterritorial evil clans clean.

This Kyushu continent is destined to have no peace!

And at this time, in the big world, one after another outstanding young children are preparing for the most important exam in their lives.