Mysterious mirror hanging high

When Guan Lingxiao regained consciousness, he found that he was holding the sword with both hands, maintaining a forward stabbing posture.

The blade of the wooden sword in front pierced the throat of a man as big as an iron tower. The man was still conscious at this time, and his big eyes like copper bells stared at the blind and lame little beggar in front of him, with blood foam at the corners of his mouth and an expression of unwillingness on his face.

And in the endless heights that Guan Lingxiao didn't know about, a mysterious mirror hung high in the air, as if peeping at all this.

"Oh...oh..." The big man waved his hands, as if trying to grab the little lame man in front of him, but in the end his hands fell down weakly and he died.

Guan Lingxiao suddenly pulled out the sword, and blood spurted out, dyeing his entire body red.

An uncontrollable fear surged in his heart, and Guan Lingxiao suddenly remembered that this was the scene of his first murder.

He was only eight years old at the time.

Guan Lingxiao was blind, lame, young, and pale-faced. To anyone who saw him, he seemed to pose no threat at all. No one would guard against such a frail-looking little beggar... But he had exquisite swordsmanship that he had practiced since childhood, and he was born to be a killer.

From the panic when the blood first soaked my body, to the numbness that followed...

Looking at the strong man slowly falling down in front of him, Guan Lingxiao's trembling hands gradually became steady.

"This is my memory..." Guan Lingxiao's heart was silent. "Is this illusion asking me to face my inner fear? I am no longer afraid now... Why haven't I broken through the illusion yet?"

The scenery around him changed, and Guan Lingxiao felt dizzy. The strength in his body gradually faded away, and his originally deformed ankle quickly recovered.

It seemed as if I had come to a dilapidated temple again.

"Little kid, I asked you to beg for food during the day, why didn't you kneel?"

A ferocious-looking thug in front of me was holding a wooden stick as thick as a baby's arm and spoke in a vicious voice.

here it is……

The unbearable past came to his mind again. This was the scene when Guan Lingxiao was just teleported to Liangdu by the sword-shaped stone!

He was only five years old at that time. He was thrown to Liangdu by the power of teleportation and was taken to the local beggar gang as a lost child. He was taken to the gang’s headquarters and became a beggar. However, because he refused to kneel down and beg for food, he was taught a lesson by the gang’s top leaders.

"Well, you won't say anything? I'll break your legs and feet. That way you'll look more pitiful, and I can still get some money!"

call--

The wooden stick tore through the air and hit Guan Lingxiao's ankle with a "whooshing" sound.

He instinctively wanted to dodge, but his five-year-old body was too weak and his body did not obey his conscious command at all.

A wave of piercing pain came over him. Even though he was experiencing it again, Guan Lingxiao was almost fainted at the pain...

"Just wait...just wait!"

The pain gradually subsided, and his left foot, which had been deformed beyond recognition, had almost lost all feeling. Guan Lingxiao felt indifferent and buried his head deeply so that the gangster in front of him could not see his expression.

After that, he took advantage of the guards' negligence and secretly escaped from the beggars' den. He then joined another assassination organization and became the youngest killer in that organization.

Later, when the Blind Sword Boy became famous, Guan Lingxiao returned to this beggar's den again and found the gangster who broke his left leg. He carefully cut his tendons in his hands and feet, gouged out his eyes and tongue, and stabbed countless transparent holes in his body with his sword again and again.

This revenge that had been going on for several years was Guan Lingxiao's dream. During many days and nights, when practicing sword in the dark and cramped bunker of the assassination organization, Guan Lingxiao would always imagine how he would appear in front of that gangster, what kind of surprised expression that gangster would have when he saw him again, and how cruelly and skillfully he would torture the scum in front of him to death.

But in fact, when Guan Lingxiao really stood in front of the gangster again, he was surprised to find that the gangster had no memory of him, and the process of revenge had become extremely boring and unremarkable. After the gangster's indistinct wailing voice completely disappeared, Guan Lingxiao's expression became quite bored.

But he believed that people's lives were actually pushed forward by one thought after another. To ennoble one's wife and provide for one's children was a thought, to live a mediocre life was a thought, to seek immortality and enlightenment was a thought... and revenge was naturally one of them.

Perhaps a long, long time later, when he stabbed the sword in his hand into the body of the old man who screamed madly above Jiange, he would still feel so bored. But no matter what his final emotion was, before that, he thought he had to stab the sword first.

The gangster's curses gradually faded away, and Guan Lingxiao felt as if he was enveloped by a warm and soft white light. The next moment, his legs and feet seemed to have recovered, and even the gray film in his eyes faded away.

He rubbed his eyes and found that everything around him seemed to be clearly visible. He still held the wooden sword in his hand, but when he looked up, his body stiffened.

In the far distance, the sky was covered with yellow sand, and a crazy old man was swinging several dark yellow chains to destroy the Jiange formation.

The parents in front of her looked at her like this. Guan Zhen looked solemn, but Yang Wan couldn't stop crying.

“This is… this is…”

Guan Lingxiao was shocked and was stunned for a moment when he looked at the faces of Guan Zhen and Yang Wan.

But Guan Zhen said in a deep voice: "After your parents leave, you must stand straight in front of the cave. Don't bend your back even a little bit. Until you die, you must keep your eyes fixed on this person!"

Guan Lingxiao said softly, "Dad, after you left, Lingxiao didn't kneel or bow... Not in front of this person, nor in front of anyone else! Lingxiao did it!"

Guan Zhen seemed not to hear Guan Lingxiao's whisper. He squatted down and said sternly:

"You are my son Guan Zhen. Although you haven't yet entered the sect, you are still a member of Jiange. Don't bring shame to Jiange!"

Guan Lingxiao lowered his head in shame, thinking, "Jiang Pavilion is one of the two temples and three pavilions in Zhongzhou, and it's the leading sect in Penglai's righteous path. Every disciple in the pavilion is a sword immortal who slays demons and slays evil... But Lingxiao is now a despicable villain who, in order to survive, kills innocent people with despicable means... I'm unworthy of being a member of Jian Pavilion."

"My parents have always been upright and honest, but it is me, their son, who has brought shame upon their reputation..."

Seeing that Guan Lingxiao didn't answer, Guan Zhen angrily said, "Did you hear that?"

Guan Lingxiao then shed tears and said, "My child... my child will remember..."

Guan Zhen then touched the back of Guan Lingxiao's head and said softly, "Good boy, good boy..."

Guan Lingxiao suppressed his tears and shook his head: "I'm not..."

Guan Zhen stood up at this moment, his words filled with determination: "Wan'er, follow me. Today, we, husband and wife, will teach this Heavenly Lord of Transformation the magical powers of my Sword Pavilion!"

"Wait...wait a minute!"

Guan Lingxiao seemed to have thought of something. He tore off the sword-shaped stone hanging around his neck, held it in his hand, and said urgently, "I have a secret treasure that can help me escape from danger..."

But suddenly he saw his father with a solemn expression and his mother with a loving face. His eyes wandered over their faces several times, and then he looked down at the sword-shaped stone piece in his palm.

Unable to hold back his tears any longer, Guan Lingxiao's emotions were like a flood bursting through a dam, and for the first time he burst into tears in a panic.

"Father, mother!"

The voices and smiles of Guan Zhen and Yang Wan gradually faded away. With his tear-blurred eyes, Guan Lingxiao vaguely saw a heroic young man in a grey robe walking towards him. The old man in the blood-red robe, who had been pierced through his left shoulder by him, turned into a streak of blood and sank into the grey-robed young man's body.

Although he had never seen this person before, he vaguely felt a sense of familiarity with the other person, as if the two were destined to meet here.

The gray-robed man stood slowly in front of Guan Lingxiao, holding up his sleeves, looking at the little beggar with tears still on his face, and whispered:

"Ling Xiao, you are an orphan from Jiange. Back then, you were a righteous person from Penglai Zhongzhou... You should have been upright and honest. You shouldn't have resorted to such treacherous tactics..."

Guan Lingxiao replied subconsciously: "It's nothing more than begging for survival in troubled times..."

Jing Yu said gently, "Hatred will nourish you as you ascend to the Immortal Realm, but don't let it control you... You are gifted and talented, and you don't need to harbor any ulterior motives to change the world with your grandeur."

"From now on, once you join my sect, you no longer need to be so cunning and calculating. Be a man who stands tall and upright."

Guan Lingxiao was only an eleven or twelve-year-old boy after all. Hearing this, all the grievances he had suffered over the past few years flooded back into his heart, but he didn't shed any more tears. He just opened his mouth and asked in astonishment, "Senior, do I have spiritual roots?"

Jing Yu smiled and shook his head: "No...but it doesn't matter."

"Who says you can't practice if you're not born with spiritual roots?"

He gently stroked the back of Guan Lingxiao's head, instantly activating his [Sword Qi Soaring to the Sky] destiny.

In an instant, all the acupoints on Guan Lingxiao's body opened up, and one by one they turned into [sword acupoints], generating countless sword energies, forcibly clearing the blocked meridians, reshaping the meridians and cleansing the body of this little beggar.

A wind-attributed sword energy appeared above Guan Lingxiao's head, connecting heaven and earth, and the energy soared into the sky. It was not the sword energy that escaped from Guan Lingxiao's body, but a spiritual root phenomenon that was bright enough to spread for hundreds of miles!

There was silence between heaven and earth. The illusion had been removed, but no one around came to their senses.

Zhao Yuankong, wearing a Taoist robe, looked at the two people in the distance who had taken away all the glory in the world, and subconsciously muttered:

"The immortal touched my head..."

"Marry and grant eternal life!"