"Then you don't want to go back to Liuzhou, it's a problem to go back to eat anyway, so it's better to live in Miasma Mountain." ”

Shen Zheng made ideas for butterflies,

"The bullies under Liu Jun's second hand definitely don't dare to come in, maybe they think you're dead!"

"Phew, you're dead. ”

The butterfly squeezed him, and sighed faintly,

"It's a pity that the poisonous gas in Miasma Cloud Mountain is too powerful, the poison pill you gave can't be effective all the time, you can't stay here every day with medicine, do you have so much stock?"

Shen Zheng was silent, and after hesitating for a long time, he lowered his voice and said,

"I have a practice in my family, so I can not be afraid of the miasma here. ”

"What?"

Liu Sanyuan's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"Exercises? I've heard that aren't all things that are practiced by cultivators? Aren't you a cultivator?"

"Who said that exercises have to be practiced by practitioners?"

Shen Zheng retorted,

"It's just a few sets of formulas, I can practice it at the age of twelve!"

"That couldn't be better. ”

The butterfly's eyes lit up,

"It's much easier to have a way to avoid drugs, Miasma Mountain is so big, and we don't have to worry about eating, we can live here." ”

"What about poisonous insects and beasts?"

The timid Egg timidly interjected,

"I can teach you how to defend yourself!"

Shen Zheng raised his eyebrows, his father passed on him various boxing and spearmanship skills when he was a child, and he was good at this.

In this way, the desolate Miasma Mountain ushered in the first batch of guests, Shen Zheng did not dare to take them to the house, because his father had repeatedly warned him that no one was allowed to step into the house for half a step, although his father has not come back yet, but with the character of his younger brother Shen Fanghao, he may not do anything terrible.

So they can only secretly build a new residence.

Breaking branches, pulling vines, and cutting bamboo, this job Shen Zheng is very familiar with, but unlike last time, this time he has more of a cheerful and playful mentality, and he doesn't understand why the same thing has different feelings......

"I can probably understand that change!"

In the dilapidated hall, Chu Zhanyan took a sip of tea, and the keg of the tin can was still gurgling on the fire.

Meow was lying on his stomach on his crossed legs, his tail flicking, apparently engrossed.

The golden bear squatted beside the young man, his smart eyes full of memories.

Huo Sheng sat on the other side, the teacup in his hand was already getting cold but unconscious.

It's not like a life-and-death struggle an hour ago.

A very harmonious picture.

So when someone opened his mouth to break the immersion, four pairs of eyes fell on him in unison.

"I'm telling a story, can you respect me?"

Shen Zheng, that is, the evil cultivator youth, frowned, and said unhappily,

Chu Zhanyan was a little embarrassed, and raised the teacup in his hand to signal him to continue.

So the four eyes shifted their focus.

Shen Zheng shook his head, sighed and continued to reminisce.

After building a new residence for Butterfly Liu Sanyuan and them, the days did begin to slowly become vivid as he thought, except for the practice homework that must be completed every day, Shen Zheng played the role of the master most of the time, handing over the butterfly and them to stand on the pile and meditate and a series of basic kung fu.

At that time, he hadn't had much contact with the outside world, so he didn't know that what his father called physical fitness was actually the foundation for tempering his cultivation.

At that time, Shen Zheng naively thought that such happy days would continue until the middle of winter, when he came back from the butterfly, and when he opened the door, he saw his father who was full of cold light and bloodstained, half-kneeling in the middle of the courtyard.

"Daddy!"

He exclaimed, and was about to pounce.

A black light came to his face, he subconsciously reached out to grab it, and his hand was warm and heavy, it was the black gun that his father never left his body.

"Let's go!"

The father roared, and then the originally dying body burst out with terrifying black gas, turning into a shadow and rushing into the cold light.

Shen Zheng gritted his teeth, swallowed back his tears, only glanced at his father's back for the last time, and then ran out without looking back.

He didn't know who those people who wanted to kill his father and himself, but he knew what his father had done in the past, and some dark conjectures about the dragon chair were also gradually spreading in Shen Zheng's heart.

It's just that he didn't have time to think too much, because the countless cold lights behind him had already chased over, and the time that his father fought so hard for was too short after all, and in that yellow crisp forest, he was surrounded by more than ten people......

Countless years later, Shen Zheng learned that the people who besieged and killed him that day were all cultivators, the weakest was the Qi Gathering Realm, and the strongest was a great cultivator of the Unobstacle Realm.

"And how did you escape?"

Chu Zhanyan couldn't help but interject again and asked.

Shen Zheng woke up from his memories, smiled, reached out and rubbed the golden bear's head, there was a deep haze in his eyes, and said softly,

"It's butterflies for them!"

......

There was a depressing dullness in the main hall, and with just five words, anyone could guess the next story.

The three little flowers in Liuzhou City have only practiced the foundation of piling and ventilation for a few months, and they haven't even stepped into the threshold of cultivation, how can they be the opponents of those people?

This friendship, which bloomed for only a few dozen days, finally passed away in a hurry as before.

Chu Zhanyan shook his head and sighed lightly.

"Now that you know why, will I do it to you that night?"

Shen Zheng looked at Chu Zhanyan and asked.

"I guess you're in the kind of people who hunt me down. ”

Chu Zhanyan shrugged.

"That's right!"

Shen Zheng nodded, and an astonishing murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he mocked,

"When my father died that day, I learned that the exercises practiced by our family were not the right way, and if they practiced, they would become what you call evil cultivators, butterflies, Liu Sanyuan, in fact, in some ways, I harmed them, but what I didn't expect was that the disciples of the mountain sect who claimed to be the righteous path in the world would not even let go of a child who wanted food for a living!"

His hands clenched suddenly, and his bones creaked.

"Every cult cultivator who grows up is very likely to be a scourge in the future, and in one sense, I don't think what they are doing is wrong!"

Huo Sheng said coldly on the side, he was from Tianshan Mountain, and that set of theoretical views instilled since childhood made him still disagree with evil cultivation, even if he listened to the story by the fire for so long today.

"Not everyone is born bad, so is it true that all righteous path practitioners are above board?"

Shen Zheng's eyebrows raised and he hummed,

"If it were fair, would you have killed a teenager mercilessly?"

"I don't comment!"

Huo Sheng hugged his sword and was silent, obviously not planning to continue arguing with him.