At that time, Song Wangchen was lying on the bed, his eyebrows were frowning, he kept shaking his head, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He had a long, but real, dream of a group of children playing together.

One of the children, holding a small windmill in his hand, trotted to and fro in front of a blacksmith's shop, driving the windmill to spin wildly, and from time to time let out a clear laugh.

This child was Song Wangchen fifteen years ago, when he was only six years old.

His family lived in a remote town outside Qinzhou, and his father was an honest blacksmith who made a living by forging swords and making some agricultural tools.

My mother would make some embroidery at home and sell it at the market to supplement the family.

Although the family is not wealthy, fortunately, the husband and wife respect each other like guests, Qin Se and Ming, and the family of three lives the most plain, but also the happiest.

When he was young, he was also a child who loved to cry and laugh, and he was a naughty little ghost who couldn't see anyone after eating.

Once, in the process of laughing and playing with a few friends of the same age, the sky suddenly became cloudy, and then the wind was blowing.

When I looked up, I saw something in the air.

With a loud bang, the ground began to shake violently.

After a few moments, everything was calm again, as if nothing had happened.

When he was young, he was very curious and not afraid, so he wanted to go with those friends to find out.

But the other children were already frightened, and they dared to check the reason, so they had already dispersed and ran home crying.

When no one went with him, he had the courage to go alone, looking left and right along the way, and his heart was like a hanging stone.

I didn't go far, I saw a long sword stuck in the rock, the sword looked dull, and it was full of rust, but the word evil under the hilt of the sword was very eye-catching.

As he approached, the sword began to glow, and faintly, his heart fluttered.

He didn't know where the courage came from, but he wanted to pull it out and take a closer look.

I thought that the sword would be difficult to pull out, but who would have thought that as soon as the pair of small hands touched the hilt, the sword would automatically retreat.

The small body could not bear the sudden weight, but was crushed to the ground.

It took a while to overthrow the evil from himself to the ground.

When he got up, he saw that the rusty long sword was shining brightly, forcing him to be unable to open his eyes.

When the bright light dissipated, the sword became fluorescent and sharp.

This sudden everything shocked him, but more than that, he was happy, he had an intuition that the evil seemed to like him.

By the time he mustered up his courage and was ready to touch it, the evil had already been erected and flew to his hand.

The moment he reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, the evil became so light that he couldn't even feel its weight, as if it was a part of his body.

After that, he begged his father to create a scabbard for the evil spirit, and he couldn't put it down and kept it with him all day long.

A month later, Song Wangchen's father drove a carriage and took the mother and son to visit relatives in the city of Qinzhou.

Song Wangchen embraced the evil spirit, obediently snuggled in his mother's arms, closed his eyes and listened to her humming a folk tune, with a happy smile on his red face.

The middle-aged man outside the carriage was also smiling brightly.

At this time, the night beaver happened to pass through Qinzhou, and at a glance, he felt the breath of evil.

She already has an innate sense of spirit sword, which is why she has always escaped after being hunted down for thousands of years.

Although she hadn't seen it a few times, she was still familiar with its aura.

The spirit sword recognizes the master, and only recognizes one master in his life, and Ling Cheng's sword appears here, then there is only one possibility, there is a reincarnation of Ling Cheng in the carriage.

Thousands of years of loneliness and resentment from a thousand years ago are intertwined, and when she thinks of the tragic death of her father and hundreds of creatures of the fox clan, and the whereabouts of her sister and brother Feiyu are still unknown, she can't get rid of her hatred.

Why? Their family can live in the world so freely, while they can only be alone.

The anger gradually swallowed her reason, and the spiritual power in her wrist gathered, and she immediately struck out with a palm in the air, hitting the horse's back.

The horse was in pain, and ran vigorously, the carriage was bumping wildly, and seeing that it was about to reach the edge of the cliff, the woman jumped out of the carriage in time with Song Wangchen in her arms.

As soon as the two fell to the ground, Song Wangchen watched his father fall off the cliff with the carriage, his small body trembled uncontrollably, hiding in his mother's arms and crying.

The woman had tears in her eyes, but she kept comforting her child, until a woman dressed in white stopped in front of her, and the woman raised her head to look at her.

I felt that there was a murderous aura in the girl's delicate eyebrows and eyes, and the woman subconsciously pushed Song Wangchen away and told him to run quickly.

And she clings to the night beaver's legs, hoping to buy her child a little more time to escape.

Song Wangchen only knew how to cry, and watched the beautiful woman in white revealing her snow-white fox tail, her sharp claws penetrating his mother's chest, taking out the beating heart, and crushing it in front of him, sprinkling blood.

And his mother, but didn't even have a chance to shout, she had already stared at a pair of frightened pupils and slowly fell to the ground, and was finally swept off the cliff by the fox's tail.

At this time, he was so frightened that he even forgot to cry, but just sat on the ground, holding his tearful eyes, and stupidly watched her step by step towards him.

The night beaver slowly squatted down, pinched his chin with his bloody hand, and said with a smile: "How does it feel to see your loved ones die in front of you?"

A six-year-old child, in the face of the tragic death of his parents and a fox demon, he is already frightened, how can he know how to answer her question.

The night beaver's eyes grew cold, and the palm of his hand landed on his throat.

She wanted to kill him, not only because of the hatred of a thousand years ago, but also to prevent him from growing up and harming her sister as soon as possible.

But he didn't want the moment his palm fell, but he was bounced far away by the strong light emitted by the evil spirit, and when he raised his eyes angrily, there were scarlet blood stains on the corners of his lips.

got up and approached Song Wangchen, who had already fainted, again, she was very sure that this child was Ling Cheng.

The night beaver's eyes exuded a faint blue fierce light, and with a grasp of the jade hand out of thin air, he turned into a long sword and walked quickly to Song Wangchen.

Just as she was about to swing her sword to kill him, she was surprised by a strong wind howling, and she skillfully dodged it, and dodged the blow.

"Demons, don't hurt people!"

The person who came was Cheng Jin, who had gone down the mountain to practice, and just now he sensed the demonic aura and searched for it all the way.

Seeing that the child had fallen to the ground, he hurriedly leaned down to probe his snort, and found that he was still alive, and his tense expression was immediately relieved.

Before he could get up, he felt a white shadow behind him, and he picked up the child, and turned sharply around his feet a few times before he dodged the attack.

Cheng Jin is a warm-hearted person and does not get angry easily, but just asks, "He's just a child, why do you want to do it to him?"

"What do you have to do with it? I hate the cultivator of hypocrisy and hypocrisy the most in my life, since I am here, then I will send you to see Hades with me. ”

With that, the white tail swept again, and the white figure immediately rose in the air, raising his sword and slashing at Cheng Jin.

Cheng Jin saw that she was obsessed, shook his head and sighed, and immediately sharpened a sword.

The two sword qi collided suddenly, and although they did not intersect, they also shocked Cheng Jin to take several steps back one after another.

The night beaver volleyed several times in the air before falling to the ground, and when he raised his eyes again, the evil had already come out of its sheath and attacked head-on.

She was agile and quick to dodge, but she was still scratched on her right arm.

Faced with a spirit sword and a monk with advanced cultivation, the night beaver knew that he was invincible, so he dodged and fled.

Cheng Jin did not go after her, but brought the child back to Duxi with the evil spirit.

The child had a high fever for five days in a row, and when he woke up, he didn't know his name and forgot the name of his parents, but he clearly remembered how his parents died tragically at the hands of the fox demon.

The first thing he said was that he knelt on the ground and begged Cheng Jin to accept him as an apprentice, he wanted to study diligently, to kill demons, and to avenge his parents.

Cheng Jin saw that he had excellent roots and bones, and he had a spirit sword to protect him, so he immediately responded to his request.

But he didn't want him to live in hatred at such a young age, so he took Song and the homonym Song as his surname, took the meaning of forgetting the past, and gave him the name Song Wangchen.

But Song Wangchen did not forget the hatred, he practiced hard, and even produced Yuan Dan within a year.

The psychological shadow of the past made Song Wangchen dare not contact anyone, and he also developed a cold and arrogant and withdrawn character.

Not only that, but he also doesn't eat meat, and every time he sees those meats, he can always think of the picture of the fox demon pinching her mother's heart, and she is physically and mentally tortured.

At that time, Cheng Jin also had a child under him, and this person was Zijian.

Although Zijian worshiped Cheng Jinmen two years earlier, he did not give birth to Yuan Dan, so he admired this "dumb" junior brother more.

He always tried his best to talk to Song Wangchen, but Song Wangchen only knew how to practice and didn't say a word for a year.

He knew that Song Wangchen didn't eat meat, so he and Cheng Xiaorou secretly added a little meat foam to the sweet soup that Song Wangchen ate.

Song Wangchen didn't know it in advance, but he vomited a mess after eating it, and even vomited blood.

Seeing this, the two immediately ran to Cheng Jin in a panic to admit their mistakes.

Cheng Jin was annoyed, so he immediately punished the two of them with a hand board and punished them for not eating meat for a month.

Although this incident has passed, Song Wangchen doesn't even like sweets because of this.

Cheng Xiaorou was kind-hearted and felt guilty for the mistakes he had made, so on the second day of being punished by his father, he took a bamboo stick and pleaded guilty to Song Wangchen.

Song Wangchen ignored her, and she kept following him all the time, never leaving an inch.

Disturbing him that he couldn't clean up, he said: "It's okay, I don't blame you." ”

That was the second sentence that Song Wangchen had spoken after coming to Duxi for more than a year, but it was the most beautiful sentence Cheng Xiaorou had ever heard.

She raised her little face, stretched out her little hand, and asked, "Then can we be good friends?"

Song Wangchen stared at the little white hand in front of him, and his right hand moved, but he didn't stretch it out.

He said, "No!" and turned his back to her, and let her say nothing more.

Since then, Cheng Xiaorou has been curious about him, and often secretly observes his actions, but finds that he meditates all day long in addition to practicing swords, which is distressing to be lonely.

When he grew up, Song Wangchen said goodbye to Cheng Jin and went down the mountain to experience alone.

After that, he went out frequently, and from then on, he broke into the world with a sword, slashed demons and demons, and fell with a knife, ruthless and unrighteous.