When Xiao Zhouping woke up in the carriage, it was already three days later, and he only felt that his brain was groggy, as if there were a lot of inexplicable things, but there were many things that he couldn't remember. His last memory was still stuck in the back of the gorgeous peerless person who suddenly appeared, and he didn't remember anything after that.

"How did I survive?" he groped up and down, and found that he was not missing an arm or a leg, and even the old cigarette pouch and pot were still in his arms.

"The soldiers of the Yama army piled it up with their lives. A dull voice came from outside the carriage.

Xiao Zhouping's heart tightened when he heard this, and he trembled and stretched out his hand to open the curtain of the carriage, and found that he was sitting in the carriage in the queue of the Yan Luo Army at the moment.

"Did you save me?" asked Xiao Zhouping with his head down.

Chu Li glanced at him and didn't answer him.

Zhou Ping swallowed his saliva, retracted into the carriage and stopped making a sound.

He still doesn't understand why they are willing to protect him, even willing to risk their lives to protect him?

After so many years of wind and frost, snow and rain, he has come by himself, never dared to think that someone was good to him, let alone dare to hope that someone in the world would die for him, is not the most precious thing in this world is his own life?

Zhou Ping's tears couldn't stop flowing down, many of those who died for him he didn't even know their names, and they hadn't even seen them, how could they be willing to die for him?

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he groped around, and his face changed drastically.

"What about the piece of paper!" Zhou Ping shouted in a panic, "Why is that golden piece of paper missing?"

"Don't make noise!" Chu Li scolded, opened the curtain, stared at Zhou Ping gloomily, and said in a deep voice, "That thing is not lost, you don't have to look for it." ”

"Also, if you dare to say one more word now, I'll sew your mouth shut!"

Xiao Zhouping was so frightened by him that he curled up into a ball, but he was relieved to know that the golden paper was not lost.

A few days later, Zhou Ping was taken to the foot of a mountain by Chu Li, Zhou Ping didn't know what he was going to do, this man with a resolute face didn't say a word to him along the way, no matter what he did, he just threw him a cold look, which made Zhou Ping have a deep fear of Chu Li.

There were several thatched huts at the foot of the mountain, and a little girl of the same age as Zhou Ping came out of the house, she saw Chu Li coming back, and immediately threw herself into his arms, stroking his stubble with a smile, and shouting into the house, "Mother, Daddy is back!"

The woman in the house also walked out, and Chu Li walked over quickly with the girl in his arms and hugged the mother and daughter in his arms. There was a smile on his face that he had never seen before.

Xiao Zhouping stood in place with his head down, tugging at the corners of his clothes at a loss, his eyes a little moist. He has been an orphan since he was a child, and the only rhubarb who can be his companion does not know whether he is alive or dead at the moment, maybe the old cigarette pouch can be regarded as his family, but they are also....

The woman's mind was delicate, and her eyes looked at Chu Li with doubts.

Chu Li put down his daughter, looked at Xiao Zhou Ping, who was standing in place with his head bowed, sighed, and beckoned to him, "Let's eat in the first room." ”

Seeing this, the woman slowly walked to Xiao Zhouping's side, gently stroked his unkempt hair, and then took his thin little hand and led him into the house.

Xiao Zhouping sat on the chair, looked at the table full of steaming food, and looked up at Chu Li again.

"If you want to eat it, you can eat it, what do you see me doing?" Chu Li glanced at him, his tone still so cold.

The little girl seemed to be very interested in this thin little guest, and a pair of big watery eyes kept sneaking at him.

Zhou Ping looked at Chu Li and wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to say it, so he had to obediently pick up his rice bowl. The woman smiled and put a piece of meat in a bowl.

"It's like being in your own home. The woman's voice was soft, for fear of frightening the little fellow again.

Zhou Ping raised his head tremblingly, and the tears in his eyes finally couldn't help but flow.

Chu Li quietly looked at the collapsed Zhou Ping, as if he had seen himself many years ago.

Hurt, hurt, cry, and then, it's time to grow.

A year later, Zhou Ping has grown a lot taller, and his body is much stronger, not as thin as he used to be. Now he was standing on the top of the mountain practicing the boxing techniques that Chu Li had given him. Xiao Zhouping's moves and styles seem to be slow, but they are majestic, and they still have a bit of Chu Li's demeanor from a distance.

On the boulder next to him sat a girl with a grassroots in her mouth, although she was not very old, but it could be seen from her delicate facial features that this was definitely a beauty embryo, she watched Zhou Ping slowly play this set of boxing techniques that were repeated countless times, yawned with interest, and asked, "Zhou Ping, you don't know how many times you have beaten this set of punches, don't you feel bored?"

Zhou Ping slowly retracted his momentum after finishing a set of punches, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and then smiled at the girl.

"Sister Chu Ci, Uncle Chu told me to boxing every day, it must be good for me. ”

The girl who was called Chu Ci rolled his eyes and said with a snort, "You and my father are just as boring, it's really boring." ”

Zhou Ping only scratched his head and smiled when he heard this, then sat cross-legged in place and began to practice.

"Huh?" Chu Ci sneaked up to Zhou Ping's side and asked cautiously, "I overheard my father say that your soul species is a different soul species, and the general cultivation method is not suitable for you, what kind of soul seed is your soul species?"

Zhou Ping still laughed, didn't answer her, was so angry that Chu Ci ruffled his hair fiercely, and then pouted and left.

The Flawless Soul Species is known as the most bizarre soul species in the world, and the legend says that the first strong person under the dome thousands of years ago, Tang Ming Emperor Li Chengyuan is a flawless soul species, and in addition, there is no record of the Flawless Soul Species in the world for thousands of years, so in fact, even Chu Li doesn't know how to teach Zhou Ping, and he can't apply the common cultivation methods in the world at all.

Chu Li gave Zhou Ping this set of boxing techniques because Zhou Ping's body was too weak, and if he was taught powerful boxing techniques, his body might not be able to withstand it.

Insist on climbing the mountain every day to enhance physical fitness, boxing to exercise muscles and bones, supplemented by various medicinal diets, in order to make up for Zhou Ping's weak physique when he was young, which is what Zhou Ping needs most at this moment.

Although the current Zhou Ping looks no different from children of the same age, his strength and physique are still worse than those of children of the same age, after all, he has been malnourished since he was a child, and his body is weak and thin, which can not be made up overnight.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Zhou Ping began to practice according to the method taught to him by the old tobacco bag, and he could already clearly feel that the transparent ink droplets in the dantian were absorbing the surrounding light points little by little, and constantly growing himself.

Suddenly, he suddenly felt that the drop of ink was out of his control, and began to grow wildly. Zhou Ping had never encountered such a situation, and he was a little helpless for a while.

When the transparent ink droplets swelled to a certain extent, they gradually stopped moving, and then disappeared in an instant.

"What's going on?" Zhou Ping screamed, "What about my soul seed?"

The soul seed is the foundation of cultivating immortals, if there is no soul seed, all efforts will be empty talk!

Zhou Pingjing suddenly felt that everything he had was a dreamy empty flower, and the scenes flashed in his mind, and they were still vivid, making him feel that everything was suddenly like a world away.

No matter what, he could no longer sense the existence of the Flawless Soul Seed, as if it had never existed in this world.

Or is it not supposed to exist in this world in the first place?

"What about my soul seed?" Zhou Ping was on the verge of collapse at the moment, his lips trembling and asked, "Who can tell me why?"

Tears kept sliding down the corners of Zhou Ping's eyes, and at this time he looked blankly at the south, where he came from and where the old cigarette pouch died.

He remembered a lot, a figure flashed in his mind, the Yama soldiers who protected him out of the city but died tragically one by one, the yellow dog that accompanied him from childhood to adulthood, but now he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and the old cigarette pouch that often knocked on the pot of his cigarette pouch on the sole of his shoe.

At this moment, Zhou Ping thought of death, but he didn't dare and didn't deserve to die.

Because he carried more than his own life.

And at this moment, a text suddenly poured into his mind like a tide, and Zhou Ping's nerves were overwhelmed, and he fainted in an instant.

And before he lost consciousness, he could only see two words.

For the immortals---