If there are many things in this world that can be repeated, Ye Qingzhou doesn't know if he will choose to follow this man, who can't help but pity like a wounded beast. When Ye Qingzhou was young, her father did not ask her to make too many achievements in martial arts, because her father often told his subordinates: "She is a girl, if it is a boy, I will definitely make him proud, but she is a girl, and girls have a second chance to be reincarnated." ”

She was not convinced at that time, but later learned that his father, as a great saint of the unified worship religion, was admired by the church, and what he said naturally could not be wrong. What kind of man a woman meets in this life is what it will be like in this life. The more you have to fight against it, the worse you lose.

"Do you really want to help me, I'm a disciple of the Xuanmen, and I don't know how many people from your Demon Sect have blood on my hands!" Han Zhen's eyes were full of mockery when he said this, and he slammed the empty wine glass in his hand on the table.

"Although you are from the martial arts decent, you don't look like a good person, although I am a member of the Demon Sect, but there are some places that are not bad enough for you!" Ye Qingzhou's voice was surprisingly calm, and he stretched out his slender ten fingers to cover the white porcelain wine jug, refilled the wine glass with wine, and brought it to him.

Han Zhen raised his eyes to look at the woman who was pouring wine, her pale cheeks and lips were a little red and gorgeous, and she was as enchanting as a blood-red Manzhu Shahua.

"Why don't you drink it?" Ye Qingzhou's eyebrows and eyes were slightly upturned, and his voice was suffocating sweet.

He looked away and coldly spat out one word: "Dirty!"

Ye Qingzhou looked at him with hatred and hatred that could drip blood, she couldn't wait to twist Han Zhen's head off and pour this glass of wine directly into his throat!

She secretly brought him back to the Cult and made him meet her father directly. Han Zhen saw the Great Sage of the Holy Sect for the first time, and his expression was surprisingly calm and calm in the face of this person who would make an unprecedented fuss in the martial arts all day long. But Ye Qingzhou was inexplicably nervous for some reason, that feeling was like bringing her sweetheart home to meet her parents for the first time!

"You a disciple of the Xuanmen Sect dare to come here to see the deity, what other plans do you have besides coming to die?" The great sage sat on a carved dragon gold chair, a little lazy and a little curious.

"I'm here to help you. Han Zhen said.

"The deity sits on most of the martial arts, calling for wind and rain, omnipotent, what is it that needs your little grasshopper to help?" the Great Sage leaned down and looked at him, as interesting as a lion looking at his prey.

"Don't you want more things, like the Xuanzong Zhenglu. Back then, the six major factions besieged the Holy Pool, and my master ancestor Yuanqi could have annihilated your Demon Sect in one fell swoop with his martial arts skills, but why did he let you live in a twist and turn, so that you could still breathe to this day?

The Great Sage's eyebrows were twisted into a Sichuan character, the muscles under the corners of his eyes twitched, and after a long time, he finally reached out and said, "You hand over the "Xuanzong Zhenglu" first, maybe we really need to talk about it." ”

"Xuanzong Zhenglu is the supreme martial arts secret book of Xuanmen, and I can't bring it out at all, and I only quietly swept it through it in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. But one time is enough to memorize it in my heart, and I can give it to you silently at any time. Han Zhen said.

"It's kind of interesting to be the one my daughter brought back. The Great Sage lay back on his chair and laughed loudly, when suddenly his eyes were cold, and he paused and laughed, "What do you want me to do for you, young man?"

"There is a disciple in the Xuanmen named Situ Xiaoyao, no matter what method you use, I want him to be ruined!" Han Zhen raised his head and turned all the resentment in his heart into this vicious curse.

"Hate him so much, did he kill your whole family?" said the Great Sage with a frown.

"No, I just can't see him. Han Zhen's voice was cold and ruthless.

When Han Zhen got up and left the room, the Great Sage stood up and walked in front of his daughter, and said in a very low but majestic voice in her ear: "Kneel!" Ye Qingzhou immediately knelt on the ground with a thud.

"No matter what you have in mind about this person, now I want you to cut it off completely! This person's scheming is not only deep but also poisonous, and it is not something you can control!" he carefully admonished his daughter, an overlord who ruled most of the martial arts, but there was a vague warmth hidden in his cold tone.

"My daughter knows. Ye Qingzhou's pain of not accepting his fate was hidden in a deep helplessness, and there were already a little tears in his eyes.

That night, Han Zhen really turned on the lamp in a secluded study room of the Worship Sect, and silently wrote down the three pages of "Xuanzong Zhenglu" that he had memorized in his mind overnight. Ye Qingzhou took the three pages of "Xuanzong Zhenglu" and looked at the difficult words on it, ordinary people don't talk about memorization, I'm afraid they have to read it for a long time to understand, is this person really memorized it at a glance?

"If you don't believe it, you can find an expert with profound internal skills to see, although I don't know what "Xuanzong Zhenglu" is like, but most of the martial arts in the world are the same routines, whether they are true or false, you can see at a glance. Seeing that she had been watching it for so long, Han Zhen thought that she suspected the truth or falsehood, so he proposed.

"Since you said so, naturally there will be no fakes, but when will the rest be cashed out?" Ye Qingzhou slowly folded the three pages of martial arts cheats carefully, raised his eyes and asked.

"When it is done, I will give it to you. Han Zhen said without shirking.

"Take the supreme books of your own sect in exchange for a person's disrepute, it seems that this person really gives you a headache. Ye Qingzhou chuckled, and then asked: "Do all the people you don't like have to die? What about me? I also give you a headache, so will you kill me when you have the opportunity in the future?"

"Don't you think your words are redundant? Han Zhen said coldly at her and scolded Ye Qingzhou.

"You are so incomprehensible, I'm afraid no girl will like you in the future!" Ye Qingzhou lost interest and said coldly.

As if he had stepped on the sore spot in his heart that he didn't want to mention, Han Zhen suddenly looked at Ye Qingzhou with annoyance, and spit out a word viciously from his mouth: "Get out!"

Ye Qingzhou was taken aback by his sudden anger, his eyes seemed to be about to eat people, and there seemed to be poison and hatred hidden in them, so that people didn't dare to look at them a second time after the first glance! She kicked open the door of the study unconvinced, and turned away from this person who was not a human person with even greater anger.

As soon as Ye Qingzhou left, Han Zhen exhaled deeply into the empty room, and vented the emotions buried deep in his heart as if relieved. It's so thick, but it's so depressing, so depressed that it can give up all the good and evil in his heart.

That night, he quietly infiltrated the holy pool of the Worship Holy Sect, and it was here that his master and ancestor lost to the Great Sage of the Demon Sect at that time with a single move, and the difference in that move affected the chaotic situation of martial arts for decades afterward.

The difference in that move made his master and ancestor linger all the time, so that after returning to Xuanmen, although he did not mention the battle situation and his disciples at that time, many disciples saw through the candlelight window screen that he had gone crazy, and in the dead of night, he repeated the martial arts of the Great Sage of the Demon Sect and his opponent alone. Yuan Qi was depressed for a long time, and finally pulled out the serious injuries of the old days, and he never recovered from his illness, and he drove the crane west alone before he survived the winter.

And the walls of his room were all painted with the martial arts tricks of the Demon Sect, and the new head of the sect felt that the kung fu was full of evil spirits for fear of affecting the minds of the disciples in the door, so he asked someone to repaint it before moving in. Who knew that there was a lot of rain one year, the whitewashed lime stained with moisture began to fall off little by little with time, and slowly re-exposed the wall inside.

Han Zhen remembered that his master had said that even the head of Wudang, Kongkong Daoren, said: It was an undefeatable battle, but he didn't know why Yuan Qi suddenly reined in all the internal forces of the Eight Desolation Palms at the last moment, allowing the Great Sage to take advantage of the loophole!

Could it be that it is really a time and a fate?

Han Zhen didn't believe in fortune and fate, he carefully looked at the martial arts moves painted on the wall, and the portraits of those immovable characters came alive in his mind. He didn't covet the kung fu of this demon sect, but wanted to solve a doubt that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, and this doubt involved too many things, and he didn't dare to have any carelessness.

His fingertips touched the cold wall, and finally found the mutilated martial arts carved on the wall in Yuanqi's room, and in the flowing movement of the characters, his eyes finally caught what he wanted!

His heart couldn't help but shake violently, he felt like the sky was falling apart, and if he hadn't been holding on to the wall in a dizzy state, he was afraid that he would have fainted here!

No wonder Yuan Qi and his successor are angry to death in the same room, because this secret is enough to destroy the entire Xuanmen, and it can tear apart the century-old foundation accumulated by the ancestors of the Xuanmen Dynasty at once!

"Hahaha!" Han Zhen laughed arrogantly, his face terrifyingly hideous in the laughter!

In the holy pool of the first demon sect of the martial arts, he laughed at the mountain gate that had gone through wind and rain, but always stood tall and solemn, and he made countless heroes of the martial arts come one after another to worship him, but in fact it was a big joke! He also laughed at those self-proclaimed and pretentious Xuanmen people with high morality!

What kind of martial arts is right, Xuanmen is authentic, but it turns out to be so unbearable!

"Chuchen, is this the way you keep saying you want to keep?" Han Zhen finally spit out the name in his heart, but there was deep pain in his eyes, because this name could only be silently sealed in his chest by himself, and even saying it was an extravagant hope and a blasphemy!

"No, no! I won't let you marry him! I won't let you be bound by that hypocritical morality! When you see the truth behind this, you may not be so obsessed!" At last he lay on the wall, stupid like a child and shed tears of pain.

"First Dust, First Dust!" he said the name over and over again, as if each time he said it, he would ease his longing.

In the dense Manzhu Sawa at the sacred pool, the flowers bloom with their enchanted bodies, like butterfly wings ready to spread their wings and fly high. A pair of slender jade fingers fiercely tore apart the towering flower branches, tore them apart, and trampled them under her feet! Her eyes were angry, humiliated, and unwilling to get the answer.

She rushed to the flowers with her sword, and a cold light instantly slashed through those beautiful flowers, falling straight to the ground in a straight line, and she could no longer bloom her beauty!

"I don't like him! I hate him! He's a devil!" Tears fell from her eyes, and she was so angry that she could kill everyone! Her face was sad like never before, and in the rain of falling flowers, it seemed that there was bright red staining her cheeks, like a manzhu sawa blooming in the cold rain, bright and cold, lonely and resolute!

"Chu Chen!" she silently recited the unfamiliar name, and even her tone was filled with a strong murderous aura, "From now on, you are my only enemy in this life!"