Before Wang Ziyan could finish speaking, Qing Songzi and his master, Qingxu Zhenren, who was immediately the head of the Huashan faction, rushed over.

At this time, Qingxu Zhenren was wearing a black robe, silver hair tied up, long beard and longevity eyebrows, and holding a whisk in his left hand.

When he appeared in front of the blood-clothed messenger, he said to the blood-clothed messenger: "You are the blood-clothed messenger of the blood-clothed sect! ”

The blood-clothed envoy also said to Qingxu Zhenren with a polite face: "Qingxu Zhenren is really too polite, and it is also a great honor to meet the head of the Huashan faction in the future, I don't know what Qingxu Zhenren has to do when he comes from afar?"

"Haha, since the blood-clothed messenger is so refreshing, knowing that I have something to ask for, I will say it directly! This disciple surnamed Long of Poor Dao violated the rules of the door and betrayed his master but was beaten to death by you, although he is a traitor of my Huashan faction, but after all, he is an apprentice of my Huashan faction, originally Poor Dao should have killed you to pay for his life, but for the sake of his two children, I decided not to pursue it anymore, as long as you let go of his wife and two children, Poor Dao will let you go. ”

Seeing that Qingxu Zhenren had such a big breath when he spoke, the blood-clothed envoy wanted to see what kind of ability he had.

So he smiled faintly and said to Qingxu Zhenren: "Qingxu Zhenren is too arrogant to talk like this, then you might as well learn the martial arts of the Huashan faction, if you can really defeat me, I will let go of these two disciples of yours." ”

After that, he made the Bloody Cloth Divine Palm attack the Qingxu Zhenren, and the Qingxu Zhenren used the Huashan Sect's Zixia Divine Palm to compete with its opponent's palm, and the two soon fell into a stalemate, until finally the Bloody Messenger was shocked by the deep internal force of the Qingxu Zhenren and was defeated.

After losing this palm, the blood-clothed messenger hurriedly arched his arm and said to Qingxu Zhenren: "Qingxu Zhenren's internal strength is deep, and this envoy is willing to bow to the wind, for the sake of the real person, I will let them go!"

Qingxu Zhenren thought that the blood-clothed envoy would really let go of his two apprentices and neglect to guard against him, but unexpectedly, the blood-clothed envoy used a thousand insect poison darts to plot.

"Master, be careful. ”

Qing Songzi shouted at this time and reminded the master.

Qingxu Zhenren immediately used the dust in his hand to knock out the Thousand Insect Poison Dart at this time, but what he didn't expect was that the blood-clothed messenger rushed to Wang Ziyan like lightning and took the opportunity to steal one of the babies.

"Roar, roar, no, no. ”

By the time Qingxu Zhenren wanted to chase him, the blood-clothed messenger had already run away at this time, and it was too late to chase after him.

Qingxu Zhenren said to Wang Ziyan with an apologetic face: "Ziyan, I'm really sorry, just now I neglected to let the blood-clothed messenger steal a child, but don't worry, I will definitely lead Huashan to send disciples to find the blood-clothed messenger to find someone." ”

Wang Ziyan nodded slightly and said: "Thank you, Master, I stole the relics of the Dongfang Patriarch that day, and abducted Shaoqing to make you lose such a good apprentice, and now you have killed him, and you actually ignored the past suspicions, but helped me protect my two children, I really don't want to go." ”

"There is no need to mention the past, not to mention that Shaoqing is dead, only these two children are left, and the two of them are the apprentices and grandsons of Poor Dao, of course Poor Dao should come to the rescue. Now that Shaoqing is dead, you should go back to Huashan with me! What's more, you still have such a child to take care of, and the blood-clothed messenger may come back at any time to snatch him away, it is better to take this child to Huashan to raise, and the poor Dao will definitely not pursue your old accounts in the past. ”

But Wang Ziyan shook his head and said: "No, Ziyan is guilty of stealing the relics of the Eastern Patriarch, and he really has no face to go back to Huashan, so I will hand over this child to the master and you will bring him up!"

After speaking, she handed over the Long Xiaotian she was holding in her hand to Qingxu Zhenren, which made people feel as if they were explaining the future.

Then she stuffed two peace locks engraved with the brothers' birth dates and half of a handkerchief with peach blossoms into Long Xiaotian's swaddling clothes, and then continued: "This is the eight characters of the birth date of Roaring Earth and Xiaotian, and in addition, both of them have a red crescent birthmark on their right arm, please ask the master to tell him when he grows up, so that the brothers can recognize each other in the future, and you should let him carry the other half of the peach blossom handkerchief with him forever." ”

"Don't worry, Poor Dao will definitely be, but what do you plan to do in the future? ”

Wang Ziyan hugged Long Shaoqing's body and didn't say anything, but at this time, she suddenly took out a sharp dagger from her arms and stabbed it into her chest, and finally fell down with Long Shaoqing and died together.

After seeing this scene, Qingxu Zhenren's heart was filled with incomparable grief, and he shook his head lightly and said to himself: "Ziyan, why are you suffering!"

On the other hand, the blood-clothed messenger who snatched the dragon roared away was looking at the evil seed he was holding on to his body, and he wanted to break his body into pieces.

"Wang Ziyan, you slut actually gave birth to this evil seed with another man. Well, since you won't come with me, then don't blame me for not keeping my promises. ”

With that, he roared the dragon in the air and tried to smash the baby to death, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was still inappropriate to do so.

"No, no, the two of them also have a child, in the future, the Taoist priests of the Huashan faction will definitely teach him martial arts, so that he can find me for revenge when he grows up, it is better to raise this baby in my hand to teach him martial arts without telling him his life experience, and when the baby who grew up in the Huashan faction finds me to take revenge, let their two brothers kill each other, and let Wang Ziyan, a slut, see what kind of fate it will be to betray me, hahahaha." ”

When Qing Songzi finished talking about Long Xiaotian's life experience, Long Xiaotian said to himself: "I didn't expect that I had such a bizarre life experience, thanks to you and my ancestor who rescued me from the clutches of the blood-clothed messenger that day, my Long Xiaotian can live to this day." ”

After finishing speaking, he knelt on the ground and said to Qing Songzi, "Please accept the apprentice Long Xiaotian's worship." ”

Qing Songzi hurriedly helped up Long Xiaotian, who was kneeling on the ground, and said: "Good apprentice, please get up quickly, since you and I can become masters and apprentices, it is not a kind of fate, but it is a pity that your ancestor Qingxu Zhenren has passed away when you were three years old, if he can see that you have grown so big, he will be very happy." ”

Long Xiaotian was excited at this time to hold the peace lock hanging around his neck with his birthday eight characters written on it, with a deep nostalgia for his mother, gently stroked and said: It turns out that this peace lock is a relic left to me by my mother, and I have to keep it from today onwards. I must kill the Bloodied Messenger to avenge my dead parents, and I must find my own brother. ”

But when he said this, he couldn't help but think of the half of the handkerchief that his mother had left him before she died.

"By the way, Master, what about the half of the handkerchief that my mother left me?"

Qing Songzi took out the half of the handkerchief left by Wang Ziyan from his arms at this time, handed it to Long Xiaotian, and said, "That half of the handkerchief has been kept for you by the teacher." ”

Long Xiaotian then took the half handkerchief and looked at it, and found that there was indeed a peach blossom painted on it, but he didn't know what the meaning of his mother left that half of the handkerchief to him back then, so he asked: "What is the meaning of my mother leaving this half of the handkerchief to me back then?"

"I don't know much about this, anyway, this is something your mother left you, you just take it with you, maybe you can use it in the future. ”

When Long Xiaotian hid the half of the handkerchief on himself, he thought of his own brother who had been snatched away by the blood-clothed messenger back then, and he began to feel a little worried in his heart, worried that his brother had been poisoned by the blood-clothed messenger back then.

"But my brother may have been poisoned by the blood-clothed messenger back then, and I don't know if he was dead or alive!

However, his master's words made Long Xiaotian at this moment ignite a glimmer of hope.

"If your own brother is not dead, then he is probably used by the blood-clothed messenger to make you two brothers kill each other, and I think the reason why your mother pointed out that you and your brother have a red crescent birthmark on their right arm is so that you two brothers recognize each other. ”

"Anyway, I will find my own brother, tell him the truth about the past, and finally kill the blood-clothed messenger to avenge the death of our parents. ”

"If you want to take revenge, you have to learn the Oriental Divine Sword first, otherwise you still don't feel at ease as a teacher. Although you have a talent for martial arts and have greatly improved your internal strength, you are still not an opponent of the Blood-Cloaked Emissary. ”

"Master, didn't you say that the Oriental Divine Sword has been buried in the ground forever by the ancestor of the mountain?"

"Yes, that's what I just said. However, I also said that the ancestor of the opening mountain had left a bag, and we Huashan sent it to restore the Han people's rivers and mountains before we could open this bag, and now the time has come to restore the Han people's rivers and mountains, and it is time to open the bag to take a look, maybe the secret of the Oriental Sword is hidden in this bag. ”

As soon as Qing Songzi's words came out, it immediately aroused the curiosity in Long Xiaotian's heart, and he couldn't wait to see the bag left by the ancestor of Dongfang back then, and wanted to know what was written in the bag.

"Then without further ado, let's go check it out now!"