"Little junior brother?"

Light Feather glanced at a towering building in the far distance, and turned his head to look at Lu San.

The atmosphere of the audience became much heavier with these words.

The monks who crossed the sea around also looked at Lu San.

They knew that Yuan Chong was alive or dead, and now it was just a thought of this person.

Yuan Chong in the pit had a dead face, like a prisoner waiting for trial.

The rules belong to the strong, and the cultivation world is more real, and he knows this truth very well.

Lu San glanced at Yuan Chong, if there was no old man of Dingyang Palace today, maybe he would have died a long time ago.

"Stay. Lu San thought for a while and said.

In the future, he will personally come to avenge this palm.

"Let's disperse. ”

Qing Yu understood what Lu San meant, and his voice was ethereal and far away.

Walking down step by step from mid-air, Qing Yu came towards Lu San, ignoring the cultivators who dispersed after giving the salute, and ignoring Yuan Chong, who retreated silently.

Cui Lin looked at the person who walked down, his heart was extremely nervous, and he instinctively moved his body and let go of some positions.

"I didn't expect Uncle Shi to be in the poor mountains. ”

Lu San looked at Qing Yu's face with a bright smile, he and Uncle Xiao hadn't seen each other for many years.

Qing Yu raised his hand and pressed it on Lu San's chest, paused for a moment and withdrew his palm and said, "The effect of the medicine is good, and it will take a few days to recuperate." ”

Cheng Song smiled when he heard this, bowed slightly and said nothing.

"Who hurt you like this?"

Qing Yu looked at Lu San's white head, his eyes were slightly closed, and Lu San's appearance made him feel a little distressed.

Lu San understood what Qing Yu was asking, and said with a smile: "Two demon cultivators, the grievances are over." ”

"Looks like you've been through a lot. ”

Qing Yu pointed out otherwise, when he was investigating Lu San's injuries just now, he was blocked by a force.

"After a few years of wandering, there is always something to be gained. ”

Lu San looked at the dilapidated shop in the distance, and his face was pretending to be deep.

"How did I hear that you wandered out of the sect because you molested a relative of Shangqing Peak. ”

Lu San glanced at Qing Yu when he heard this, and was a little speechless for a while.

"Little junior brother, it seems that you have really grown up. ”

Looking at the equally gorgeous young man in front of him, there was a lot of emotion in Qing Yu's eyes.

I didn't expect the years to fly, and it was many years in a flash.

.......

He is the walking hall of the Shengyan Sect, and he is also the junior uncle of the younger generation of Zhengyang Peak.

So he shouldn't have called Lu San a junior brother.

Because if it is strictly calculated, he and Ziyang Zhenren belong to the same generation.

It's just that he didn't have a real teacher at that time, and it was only later that Ziyang Zhenren waited for his master to accept apprentices, and he was counted in the vein of Zhengyang Peak.

Qing Yu felt that Ziyang Zhenren was more like his master than his senior brother.

Because of this, he prefers to call Lu San a junior brother on weekdays.

In the past, he always used this to play Lu San, and the reason why Qing Yu was so persistent naturally had other reasons.

He had been in the Holy Yan Sect for nearly two hundred years, and two hundred years was not a long time for a cultivator.

Before he entered the Shengyan Sect, he was a casual cultivator with no sect and no sect, groping his way on the path of cultivation alone.

As a casual cultivator, it is extremely difficult to climb step by step, there is no teacher to solve doubts, there is no sect protection, and the hardships of this are deeply understood.

He had wandered on the brink of death countless times, just for the sake of what he needed to practice and some secret techniques.

He had already suffered from the vicissitudes of the world, and he was tired of the deceit among the monks.

But even so, he didn't think about which force or sect he wanted to join.

Perhaps the most memorable thing is the heartache, or maybe he doesn't want to have any more ties.

He wandered alone for many years, until one day he met a man.

That man is peerless, has world-class talents, is suave, and is extremely reckless.

At that time, they were all in the Dongxuan Realm, and as soon as he and that person met, they went toe-for-tat, and in the end, they fought several times, but they never decided the winner.

If you don't distinguish between the winners and losers, how can you give up the two who are the best in the world.

In the end, they changed their approach, and it was the man who proposed that the winner or loser should be judged by wine, and of course there would be a lottery.

In the end, he fell by half a jar.

He got drunk with him and became a confidant.

He traveled with the man, and he traveled the world together, and he was very happy.

Later, they met a virtuous and beautiful woman, and after some events, the journey became a trio.

In the process of traveling together, the brother and the woman had many interesting stories.

At that time, although he was just a spectator, the cold in his heart had been slowly warmed up, because that person also brought him a lot of fun.

Then the woman left for some reason, and he cashed in the jackpot and went to a place with the man.

The sect where the man belonged.

After going there, he understood why this sect had such determination and will decades ago. What kind of price did you pay for the so-called kind of thing.

Without giving it any second thought, he chose to join it.

In the following decades, he traveled with that man several times, and each time he would go to a place, the Tianfeng Dynasty.

Go and see the woman.

He knew that the man fell in love with her at first sight.

Sometimes the women would travel with the two of them, and the three-person team would regroup.

It was a happy time, and the carefree center hurt slowly faded.

But that time was too short.

What followed was boundless loneliness and sorrow, which he had already felt.

The last time he traveled he was not together.

His friend did not tell him, because he wanted to cross the sea.

Two years later, he succeeded in breaking the mirror, but the man was long gone.

Until one day many years later, a terrifying aura suddenly burst out from the top of Zhengyang Peak, the sky shattered, the wind was fierce, and the sky and the earth were dark, desolate and bleak.

It was the sorrow of a conjunct saint.

Then a piece of news came, which made him lose his soul and burst into tears.

The man's death card was shattered.

Soon after, Ziyang Zhenren returned to the sect with a baby in his arms.

When he saw the baby, he finally had a smile on his face.

This is his little brother.

Since then, the baby has had a name.

Taken from the names of those two.

Later, he learned that it was the woman who protected the baby, but she didn't protect herself, maybe she didn't want to.

She also went with the man. Only two small swords and a small bronze mirror remained.

He knew that the two little swords were the object of the man's love affair with her.

Although many of the evil cultivators involved in that incident had been killed, he knew that there were still many people hiding in the dark.

Later, he entered the war hall, and did not ask whether it was right or wrong, but only wanted to kill all those remnants in order to pay tribute to his best friend and her.

After all these years, he already knew that it was not as simple as he had thought before.

It was only later that he learned that the baby was not the aftermath.

That small bronze mirror is the real cause of this incident.

Where did the baby and the bronze mirror come from, and why her best friend and her were involved, this matter is confusing and unpredictable, and it is difficult to have a clear answer if you don't find the person behind the scenes.

Since then, he has embarked on a different path.

The road was lonely and long, rugged and treacherous, but fortunately he had many companions.