Xiao Ziyang was immediately overjoyed when he heard this, bowed down and saluted: "I can't ask for it, if I can worship under the Da Luo Sect, Miss Murong will have the grace to recreate it below!"

Murong Ling said with a smile: "Brother Xiao is serious, after returning to the mountain gate, he will definitely beg a real person to intercede, with the identity of a real person Elder Jindan, it is naturally a trivial matter to include a disciple of the outer sect, huh...... Then we will decide, a year later, if you come to Murong Mansion again, this matter will be done. ”

Xiao Ziyang said: "Okay! Thank you for your kindness, if Miss Murong has any instructions in the future, Xiao will go to the soup and go to the fire." ”

Murong Ling smiled slightly, arched his hand, and flew into Murong Mansion.

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Three days later, the matter of Fu Guogong's collusion with evil cultivators was finally settled. Su Dingbei, the Duke of Fuguo, returned to his hometown and returned to the fiefdom of Anzhou to retire, but the prince of Fuguo was promoted to the secretary of the ministry.

In the early morning, the mist shrouded Qingyuan Lake, and a huge dragon warship was slowly moving from north to south, heading towards Anzhou.

Suddenly a scream broke the silence of the early morning. There was chaos on the official ship.

Zhang Jingwu is the captain of the Jin Anwei Naval Army, the commander of the Zhen'an Dalong battleship, and he is also the general of the Fuguo Mansion.

At this time, he was standing in the largest and most luxurious cabin on the Zhen'an, looking at a headless corpse with a pale face.

This corpse was wearing a purple reckless official robe, which was the Fuguo Gong he escorted this time. The corpse was leaning on the head of the bed, the blood on the broken neck was dry and slightly blackened, and it seemed that it had been dead for a long time.

Zhang Jingwu looked at the corpse of Fu Guogong with a pale face, and only felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if a quick knife was slashing behind him......

Thousands of miles away from Zhen'an, in the mountains on the border of Qingzhou, a cyan retreat was flying towards the northwest like a galloping wind, and a long cyan spirit boat was faintly visible in the retreat.

It was Xiao Ziyang who was sitting cross-legged on the Lingzhou, and behind him, there was a person lying at the bottom of the Lingzhou, this person was described as haggard and desperate, it was Jiang He.

A white cloth wrap was placed next to Jiang He's leg, and a trace of blood oozed slightly on one side of the wrap. In this package is the head of the Auxiliary Prince.

Xiao Ziyang was flying to his hometown in Ganzhou at this time, and wanted to use the heads of these two people to pay tribute to his parents.

The grave of Xiao Ziyang's parents is on a low hill more than ten miles away from Gaoping Village, the Xiao family is an outsider, and the family has no land.

Xiao Ziyang circled over the low mountain for three weeks and pressed down the spirit boat.

After receiving the spirit boat, he first carried Jiang He and kicked him to his knees in front of the grave.

Jiang He seemed to be numb, did not resist, and knelt softly.

Xiao Ziyang unwrapped the white cloth wrapped around the head of the Duke of Fuguo. The miserable white head was sprinkled with lime, exuding a fishy and pungent smell, and Su Dingbei's tough face could be vaguely seen, and there was still some surprise and anger on his face.

Xiao Ziyang held the fishy head and placed it in front of his father's grave. He took out a fishing net and a horn-sharpened knife from the storage bag.

Although Xiao Ziyang has hatred for the Auxiliary Guogong, it is not very strong, the court is tilted, it has always been like this, when his grandfather got the evidence of the Auxiliary Guogong's rebellion, he wanted to be loyal to the emperor and expose the Auxiliary Guogong, and the Auxiliary Guogong would naturally fight back with all his strength and put the Xiao family to death.

But Xiao Ziyang's hatred for Jiang He is monstrous, this person was favored by the Xiao family and trusted and promoted by his grandfather, but he betrayed the master's family for his own selfish desires. It can be said that eighty percent of the Xiao family's destruction is due to this person. On that day, he said that he would cut this person in front of his parents' graves with a thousand knives, not a threat.

The so-called "thousand cuts" is to wrap the sinner with a fishing net, then tighten the fishing net, so that the flesh and skin on the scolding person are squeezed out of the hole in the fishing net, and then use a sharp knife to cut off the sinner's flesh and blood little by little.

It is said that the sinners who were punished the most with knives in the history of Xiliang were subjected to more than 37,000 knives in total, which is really a veritable thousand knives.

Xiao Ziyang prepared the fishing net and the sharp knife, but he looked at Jiang He's numb and demented appearance, and suddenly felt bored. He sighed, threw the fishing net, grabbed Jiang He, pressed him to the grave, and cut his throat with a knife, and immediately blood splattered, spraying the grass in front of the grave red.

After Jiang He convulsed for a while, he finally lost his breath, Xiao Ziyang waved his knife and cut off his head, and stood side by side with Su Dingbei in front of his parents' graves.

Xiao Ziyang kowtowed three times, and said softly: "Father, mother, this is the enemy's head, and the child has already avenged you......"

After stabbing the enemy and paying tribute to his parents, Xiao Ziyang suddenly felt a sense of emptiness rising from the bottom of his heart. I didn't know where to go for a while, and I was extremely confused.

Since the age of twelve, Xiao Ziyang has felt that the greatest value and purpose of his life is revenge! Since the age of twelve, stabbing enemies has become his most beautiful dream, and he has fantasized more than once how satisfied and happy he will be when he avenges his parents and fulfills the greatest wish in this life.

However, now that his dream has finally come true, instead of satisfaction and happiness, it has brought him endless emptiness and confusion, and it seems that all of a sudden, his life has lost its purpose and meaning.

Xiao Ziyang walked on the green grass in front of his parents' graves, looking at the countless stars in the sky......

After half a ring, he sat up abruptly, flipping through his hand and pulling out a thick book with a purple cover from his storage bag. More than ten years later, this "Purple Jade Shengyan" Taoist classic, which he has read countless times, is still as new as ever.

Xiao Ziyang stared at the Taoist book in a daze, his eyes gradually brightened, and he muttered to himself: "Okay! From now on, I will go and see what the immortal cultivation realm is like! One day, I will also experience the mana of heaven that moves mountains and reclaims the sea with a wave of my hand, and the heavens and the earth change color." One day I'm going to see what the legendary fairy world looks like......"

Muttering to himself, he waved his hand and took out an emerald green token, which was one of the two tokens in the evil cultivator's storage bag in the Sky Village of Shangling Mountain.

A few days ago, he asked Murong Ling for Taoism, and by the way, he took out some unknown items he got that time to ask him for advice. According to Murong Ling, this green token is the guide to Kowloon City.

Kowloon City was built three hundred years ago by a Yuan Infant Scattered Cultivator Jiulong True Man, known as the holy place of low-level casual cultivation in the Xiliang Kingdom. Ordinary casual cultivators can live in the city as long as they pay spirit stones.

The Nine Dragons Order is not rare, as long as there are familiar monks in the city, a spirit stone can be bought.

With a plan in his heart, Xiao Ziyang's eyes were confused, he turned over, dragged dry firewood and grass from all around, lit a fire, and threw Su Dingbei's head and Jiang He's body into the fire.

Seeing the enemy's corpse burned to ashes, Xiao Ziyang only felt that a thousand catties of boulder seemed to be placed in his chest, which was extremely relaxed.