The kind old face turned over slightly, revealing a little gloomy: "The reason why the old man welcomed you into the museum as a son and secretly removed the rebirth class number for you is nothing more than to watch you and the old man fall into the abyss from which you can't extricate yourself, because you and the old man are both the exercise class numberers selected by the father, and they both need to take one step after another in the pain and suffering." ”

Yin Shuiliu frowned and asked, "Seniors have seen my memories?"

Yang Zhen shook his head evilly and said: "The number of exercises arranged by the father, because of its particularity, even a person like the old man who is good at spiritual invasion cannot steal the other party's memory, but you can always see a few pictures that you remember deeply." ”

The voice turned faint, with a lot of appreciation: "Those are very interesting pictures, just like when the old man killed his relatives, your sister-in-law's distorted little face before his death will remind the old man of his deceased children, this is the reason why the old man wants to help you, and you did not disappoint the old man in this world, when you were disfigured, not only the reborn class number cheered for you, the old man was secretly applauding you at that time." ”

Yin Shuiliu listened quietly, and Yang Zhenwei touched the flower buds in his palm: "The old man can't remember what he looked like when he was a child, he only knows that he was stupid at that time, and he regarded that sword god Bian as a supreme idol, until one day I became the son of my father, and I was forced by the enemy to go that far, and I personally refined the blood of my parents and coagulated the blood of my parents......."

I don't know whether it is sad or happy in my voice: "The blood moon of the old man, only if you love your relatives and love them truly, can you coagulate through the blood of your relatives, do you know what I mean?"

How could Yin Shuiliu not understand, he asked out loud in silence: "Is this the case for all of us who are numbered in the practice class?"

"Most of the people who have encountered the exercises are like this, maybe you will encounter other different differences, the arrangement of the Father, who can say?"

Speaking of the Sword God Bian Wei, Yang Zhen asked with a wicked smile, "Why don't you enter the Sword God Ruins to have a look?"

Yin Shuiliu asked rhetorically, "Seniors know the content of our mission plot?"

"If the old man is not the numberer, even if he cultivates to the heavens, he will not be able to know the content of your mission this time through spiritual invasion. You are the number of exercises, no one can steal your memory, and the old man naturally can't either, but the rebirth class numberer is not you, and other unpopular numberers are even more everywhere in the eyes of the old man. ”

Yin Shuiliu thanked Yang Zhen Evil, although he couldn't use the secret of this kind of exercise numbering person now, and answered Yang Zhen Evil with the inference in his heart: "Five hundred years ago in this world, there was no so-called Sword God Bianwei, where did the Sword God Ruins come from, if the juniors entered the fake Sword God Ruins and broke into the blood pool where the seniors practiced, would the seniors still let the juniors leave with their lives?"

Yang Zhenwei brought more praise this time: "You really amazed the old man with your inference, and not to mention whether the old man will let you leave, how do you know that Sword God Bian is a big lie in our world?"

Yin Shuiliu did not say the true source of his inference: "The flat one is a deception, and the one who is a hypocrisy, and our Father has warned him at the beginning that this person is a fake." ”

"Bian Wei is not a completely deceitful character, before the establishment of the former dynasty in our world, there was indeed a border state envoy named Bian Wei, but unfortunately although he was called the name of the sword god, but he was not a first-class sword user at that time, just the praise of the tribes, but also in the battle of Panyang to recognize the thief as a father, to protect his border state from losing with foreign races. ”

Yin Shuiliu read the history of the previous dynasties in this world, and said with a smile: "It's such a good thing, but there is a good son, for his cousin Wei Taizu died young, and there were no heirs, so that his eldest son had to succeed Dabao, and made up the legend of the sword god Bian who was a three-foot-seven-inch sword." ”

Then he asked a little strangely: "Since the senior knows that this person can no longer be fake, why do you still stand his statue in the hall and worship every day, how can he be worthy of your worship?"

"Worship him when you urinate, after so many years of worshipping, you have long been used to it, why bother to worship someone else. ”

"So the predecessors also deceived the world with "The Legend of the Flame Sword God", when you were young, like Bian Wei in "The Legend of the Sword God", a person walked the rivers and lakes with a sword, and after condensing into the pupil of the blood moon and becoming the old demon of the blood wheel, because of this sword-wielding plot, he created the "Bloody Sword Technique" that was enough to destroy a city, and passed this "Bloody Sword Technique" to others, so that he could become a flame sword god with the same name as the sword god Bian, and then cut him down to the ...... in Changping City."

Yin Shuiliu didn't know if his inference was accurate, but Yang Zhenwei turned his head over, didn't open his eyes but seemed to be looking at him and said, "If you say that the old man is more satisfied with you, the old man will give you a small gift." ”

Yin Shuiliu shook his head and said: "This is just a momentary chatter between the juniors and the seniors before saying goodbye, whether it is right or wrong, the seniors have just laughed after hearing it, how dare the juniors receive a big gift from the seniors." ”

With a lot of brilliance in his eyes, Yin Shuiliu put aside this topic, and said faintly when looking up at the sky: "Just as the father God uses us as a chess game and thousands of worlds as a game, the predecessors in this world are the fathers who are outside the game, whether it is the disciples of Guo Juju and others, or the disciples and grandchildren of the Blood Wheel Holy Sect, or even the inheritance exercises that can be practiced both inside and outside this world after the improvement of other sects, all of them are games in the eyes of the seniors, and the seniors are even interested in interfering to change their fate......"

Yang Zhen evil and Yin Shui Liu looked up at the clear blue sky without a trace of clouds.

He said with infinite yearning: "If one day, you can go to the old man's step, you can understand that the most desirable place in the world is the secret hidden between this heaven and earth." ”

It's nearly noon.

Mu got up in front of the hall, and the little girl pulled the tiger tooth and beckoned to Yang Zhen: "Grandpa, it's time to eat." ”

Yang Zhenwei found the dove next to him, walked with a cane, and said to Yin Shui: "Before leaving, I will accompany the old man to eat the last meal." ”

Yin Shuiliu nodded and said, "Then I won't bother anymore." ”

He came out of the shade of the tree, hugged the little girl who called for his father when he saw him, and took the little hand from the tiger's tooth to the front of the hall.

The little girl kissed her father with joy: "Daddy is hiding there and playing hide and seek with grandpa." ”

Huya grinned and said, "Sister, I'll play with you later." ”

The disciples of the martial arts hall from near and far saluted to Yangzhen evil, but they ignored the three Yin Shuiliu beside Yangzhen, and when they arrived in the hall, Mu finished placing the dishes and chopsticks, and beckoned to the little girl brother and sister: "Why do you still let grandpa hold you, hurry up and wash your hands with your brother." ”

The little girl kissed Yin Shui Liu, grinned and went with her brother, how could she think that her mother had mistaken her father for her grandfather.

Yin Shuiliu sat on the chair and sighed in his heart, this kind of cultivation of Yang Zhen evil is almost demonic.

"You've been right a lot, and you've been wrong. ”

Yang Zhenwei talked about it before parting, Yin Shui flowed at the table as before, picked up the dishes and chopsticks and fed the little girl brother and sister: "Please also ask the seniors to correct." ”

He didn't look at the soup bowl, the soup in it reminded him of the pool of blood that the two children would turn into in the future.