Long Fei dreamed that he was born in a scholarly family, not a prestigious family, but his father was a court historian, but he was a figure with a head and a face. www.biquge.info He may not have been rich and wealthy in his childhood, but at least he had no worries about food and clothing, and he could grow up happily, which should have been like this, but one night, many officers and soldiers in cold iron clothes came to the house, and no one lived anywhere. Blood soaked the dirt of the yard, and the tumbling heads were like scattered stones. The salty smell of the bleak autumn wind occasionally coming in from the wellhead made him nauseous, but he couldn't spit it out, but his tears rolled down like beads with broken threads, and fell into the water with a crisp sound. I don't know if it was because of fear or because the cold water of the well made him shiver. A pair of small hands covered his mouth tightly, lest he disturb the terrible ghost who walked in the world because of his cowardly voice.

He walked in the cold wind in a daze, like a hungry ghost ghost. He didn't even remember how he had climbed out of the well, but he could still smell the pungent rancid stench as he passed through the courtyard.

When he thought he was going to freeze to death on the street, an ugly old man in black with a wrinkled face stood in front of him, squatting down and handing him a steamed bun steaming with a hint of heat, he raised his eyes and stared at the old man in front of him, it was not right to say that he was staring, because his eyes were terriblely hollow, as if there were no pupils, no focus, no life.

The old man's withered and bark-like hand led him to a dark cavern covered in black everywhere. He was then thrown to a bald man with a meaty face, and was at risk of being abused and whipped every day since, if he did not complete any of the things the bald head had given him.

In the dark cavernous world, he saw too many motionless people who had been dragged out like garbage, and these people had finally escaped hell and gone to reincarnation, he thought.

Days like this go on like no end.

But slowly, he grew up, and finally one day, he plunged a dagger into the bald man's chest and cut his neck. Looking at the gushing blood, my heart is so calm, just like the spring gushing in the spring makes people feel comfortable.

When he walked out of the cave, the dazzling sunlight was so strange.

One dark cloud-shrouded night, he came to the house of the prime minister.

When he walked out of Xiangguo's mansion, he couldn't help but laugh contemptuously when he remembered that the old guy actually wanted to shoot the little sword that shone with a faint spiritual power light beyond himself. Looking back at the pavilions with the wafting fishy smell and crying, he couldn't help frowning and quickly left.

The next day, the shock and uproar caused by the government and the opposition had nothing to do with him, just standing quietly in front of the familiar and unfamiliar dilapidated Zhu Gate for a long time, without pain, without sorrow, without joy, only the empty eyes just like many years ago.

Stepping on the official road that stretched beyond the imperial dynasty, he only had a black sword, a black robe, and a breeze.

Stepping on the immortal road and asking Changsheng, the tip of his sword has always had a touch of red.

Ascending Dragon Jue, Yu Jiutian, his dragon body has always been wrapped in a wisp of black gas.

Descending to the mortal world and entering the Immortal Palace, his name has never been attached to a magic word.

He is the Black Dragon Venerable, the evil demon in the eyes of people in the righteous path, and the great repair in the mouth of the demon path.

In a big country, the Netherworld Ancestor refined the mortals of dozens of cities, and the great country became a dead country, he beheaded the Netherworld Ancestor, and got the countless mortals into the Immortal Pearl, and did not stop the temptation of the Immortal Bead that could bring across the Mahayana moat, refining this treasure, and at the same time wearing the hat of refining a mortal in a country while being promoted smoothly, there is rarely a place for him in the world, but so what, he has long been accustomed to seeing these sanctimonious people, and he is tired of these people since the years in his memory that should have been dusty, tired of this hypocrisy, A brutal world.

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When Long Fei opened his eyes, Monk Zhixuan was still condensing his handprints, emitting golden light, and the leaves falling from the treetops had just been blown to the ground by the wind.

It turns out that thousands of years have not passed, Long Fei thought to himself.

The hollowness of his pupils faded, and Long Fei's eyes gradually became more of a life color, but there were more things in his mind that could not be dispersed.

Monk Zhixuan saw Long Fei's awakening and dispersed the secret method.

"The old man has thoroughly investigated, and I believe that the donor is indeed not a black dragon. Zhixuan nodded slightly at Long Fei and said with a smile, his expression obviously relaxed.

Long Fei's face was expressionless and he bowed slightly, as if he was still immersed in the dream just now and did not come back to his senses.

Zhixuan felt that Long Fei seemed to be a different person, but he didn't pay much attention to it, under the investigation just now, he believed that no demon thought could escape his perception, as long as the young man in front of him was no longer possessed by demons, it didn't matter.

There was something more important for him to solve.

Zhixuan looked at the deep passage in front of him, and his face sank again.

This void must be sealed in a way, otherwise it will become a disaster.

The golden light either bombarded or covered, and tried in every possible way, but the Yongdao was also unmoved.

After a stick of incense, Zhixuan's face turned completely dark, which was quite rare for him, a high-ranking monk.

Long Fei stayed quietly on the side, at this moment he was digesting the information in the dream.

The protagonist in Huangliang's dream just now is undoubtedly the Black Dragon Venerable in the mouth of Monk Zhixuan, which means that he has lived the life of the Black Dragon in his dream.

When I woke up, those things were as real as my own memories, and everything was so dreamy that people couldn't tell the difference between fiction and reality.

"Little donor, do you think there is anything wrong with your body?" Monk Zhixuan asked worriedly when he saw Long Fei, who was in a daze, and thought that he was probably affected by being possessed by an evil demon.

"No, I'm fine. ”

Long Fei came back to his senses from his chaotic thoughts when he heard Zhixuan's words.

"This is not a place to stay for a long time, so the donor should leave first. ”

"Hmm. Long Fei replied lightly.

But the steps he was about to take stopped again.

"What else is the matter with the benefactor?"

"I, I don't know where to go. ”

Long Fei found that the world was so big, he didn't know where to return, so he could only sigh helplessly.

"Does the donor live in Wolftooth Town?"

Long Fei shook his head and said helplessly: "I'm not from Wolf Tooth Town, and I don't know how I got to this place, and I don't know where my home is. ”

"Amitabha, could it be that the little benefactor is an orphan?"

"Well, I really don't know where my parents are now. ”

Only now did Long Fei realize that the place he had fallen into was so far away from his original world, and he sighed in vain.

When Zhixuan heard this, he only thought that Long Fei was an abandoned and wandering child, and seeing that his physique was very weak, he couldn't help but feel pity for him in his heart.

"If the donor has nowhere to go, this Great Xia Dynasty Inner Divine Palace was established by an old friend, I don't know if you are willing to go. ”

Long Fei thought that this Divine Secret Palace was actually a little familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, it turned out that there was such a place in that strange dream, which seemed to be in the southern border of the Great Xia Dynasty.

It's good to have one to take out, Long Fei thought to himself.

"I'm naturally willing, but I don't know how to get into the mountain gate?"

"Hehe, Lao Wei can give you something, and then the mountain gate will be handed over to Nangong Yu, the head of the Shenjue Palace, and he will take you under the door. ”