Mr. Jiang is not driving today

When Mozu spoke, no one dared to disobey him.Gong Yichong and Lin Zhengxin retreated, and closed the stone-heavy door of Fengzu Hall.

Gong Yi knelt on the ground without saying a word, his eyes were full of wind and smoke, so clear and clear that he seemed to see through everything.

... In fact, he couldn't see anything clearly.

After being imprisoned in a cage by his father, the time became difficult to count. He watched the sun rise and fall from the other side of the lattice window. The movement of light and shadow was like time walking back and forth outside his window. step, but could not enter his room at all.

He is isolated from the whole world.

He didn't know where to go, he didn't know who he was, and he didn't know how to live after the hatred that had supported him for more than ten years was wiped out overnight.

The question "Why not die in Bozixu" has become a ridiculous paradox.

All that was burning in Bozixu were the unsuspecting outer disciples and a few carefully decorated corpses.None of the Gong family's main family died at all.He was thoroughly fooled.

He remembered Jiang Xun telling him when he was young, you have to live for yourself... One day, you will become stronger than those who bullied you.

...but he doesn't know where to go now.He hoped that the demon ancestor in front of him could give him the death he dreamed of.

Gong Yi vaguely felt Mozu squatting down in front of her, felt him sticking his palm between his forehead and hair, and felt...a very familiar touch.

He suddenly remembered that when he was a child, when he entered Yu's house from the Qin family by accident, Yu Zhongyuan, the head of the Yu family at that time, pulled a child who was two heads taller than him, and told him: "Xiao Jiu, Mr. Gong!" I entrust it to you."

Immediately afterwards, Gong Yi's forehead hair was pressed tightly by a palm.

At that time, Gong Yi had just learned the news of "Jiang Xun"'s death, and felt in a daze that Qin Mu must hate him to the core. He didn't want to say much, but he got a little angry when he was touched like this, and suddenly raised his head, but when he bumped into a pair of Behind Qin Mu's cold eyes, which were completely different from Qin Mu's gentleness, his arrogance was inexplicably three points lower.

"You are too short." The person who was pressing his hair commented bluntly, "Grow taller quickly and catch up with me."

These words were heart-pounding, but at that time Gong Yi just blinked his round eyes, not daring to resist at all, and was obediently led away by the visitor.

But now, that person was still standing in front of him. Although he had changed his attire, his face was completely different from the so-called "Demon Ancestor" just now.

Yu Miao looked down at the young man covered in wounds and his eyes were empty and clear, and rubbed his forehead hair vigorously: "Lu Bing, you are fine."

The simple five-character praise knocked Gong Yi down at once.

Like a child, he stretched out his arms and hugged Yu Miao's leg, calling out in a low voice, "Guanqing."

He forgot when was the last time he acted like a baby in someone else's arms so reassuringly.Probably before the age of six.

It was too long ago, so long that when he made such an action, it was as if it had been a whole lifetime: "Guan Qing... Guan Qing, take me home..."

Having said that, he froze abruptly, raised his head, and a fog of confusion appeared in his eyes: "...but where is my home?"

Yu Miao stretched out his hand, covered his eyes, and said softly, "The Yu family is your home."

Gong Yi opened his mouth, nodded, and let out a low "hmm" with all his strength.

In the darkness, he heard Yu Miao say: "Don't read the next thing."

As soon as the words fell, Gong Yi's world fell into absolute silence, which made him a little surprised, but soon even this little surprise dissipated, and his body fell limply forward, being caught Yu Miao took it straight.

……

It was winter noon, outside the Fengzu Hall, the devilish energy was rampant and rotten, making people want to vomit.

Ever since he was severely injured by Ying Yisheng and planted sound Gu, Gong Yichong stopped his cultivation. He has never committed himself to the magic way, nor has he practiced the magic way of kung fu, so these smells are still as unbearable to him as the smell of corpses. .

Zhengxin saw that Master's complexion was different, so he presented a scented veil and went over: "Master?"

Gong Yichong took the handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose, so the voice of his speech was also blocked by the silk handkerchief, and it sounded indistinct, as if it came from a distant place: "Sincerity, what I've been looking for all my life, It is Wuxian Mountain that can grow stronger in my hands."

Lin Zhengxin didn't understand why the master suddenly brought up this matter, but he agreed, "Master is busy, and the disciples see it."

Gong Yichong took two steps forward: "When I was a child, I made up my mind to guard Wuxian Mountain and watch it grow strong and powerful, otherwise I would never become a fairy. It's a pity that my spiritual root is not congenitally deficient. I already had a golden core, but I lost it If it weren't for my diligence, I'm afraid I would never be able to cultivate the golden elixir again... Later, something like Ying Yisheng happened. I was afraid that it would damage the reputation of Wuxian Mountain, so I deliberately concealed it. Who would want to... ..."

Lin Zhengxin felt that something was wrong.

In the past, Master has always kept his mouth shut about Yisheng, what happened today?

"Who would have thought that Ying Yisheng's wicked ungrateful person would destroy the foundation of the Gong family that I helped to build? How could I be willing to do so? That's why I joined the demons, until today, and finally brought the Gong family back to the world."

He turned around, looked at the ignorant Lin Zhengxin, and said, "...Zhengxin, what I have done all my life is to make Wuxian Mountain grow stronger in my hands. So, don't blame Master."

Take a step back.

His heart was densely pierced by more than three hundred strings, turning into a messy sieve.

Gong Yichong strikes too fast, and the strings are sharp enough, the pierced blood vessel closes quickly, and there is not even a trace of blood flowing out.

——In the past, Gong Yichong went out to play, and picked up the abandoned baby Lin Zhengxin and went home. Seeing that he liked it, he adopted him as his adopted son.

——Back when Lin Zhengxin killed Ying Yige, he should have ended up abolishing the celestial root and being expelled from the master's sect, but was saved by the master.

——In order to protect Lin Zhengxin in the past, Gong Yichong offended Ying Yisheng. It could even be said that Gong Wan's death was also inextricably related to him.But in the case of Master at Bozixu, the first disciple who was determined to take away was Lin Zhengxin.

——In the past, when Lin Zhengxin was working for Gong Yichong, he met the empress dowager, and she broke his identity as a disciple of the Gong family. Half of his face was ruined by his hands, but under the best efforts of his master, he managed to save his life.

——In the past, together with Master Lin Zhengxin, he won the trust of the head of the Demon Patriarch little by little, and earned the great future of the Gong family.

But now, Lin Zhengxin couldn't even ask "why", so he fell down and died, losing his breath.

With trembling fingers, Gong Yichong retracted the strings stained with Lin Zhengxin's blood into his palm, and cut his own palm because of a momentary loss of focus.

He looked at a bloodstain on his palm, and gave Lin Zhengxin an answer in his heart.

...Because Mo Zu didn't like him.

The preference of the Demon Ancestor is related to the rise and fall of the entire palace family.

For the sake of the Gong family, he had to clean up Lin Zhengxin.

He couldn't tell what was going on in his heart at the moment, he could only feel suspicious or surprised gazes from all around.

Everyone knew that Lin Zhengxin was loyal to Patriarch Gong, but everyone could see clearly that it was Patriarch Gong who killed Lin Zhengxin.

Gong Yichong was restless in his heart, but he didn't dare to raise his voice, he was afraid that he would startle the demon ancestor in Fengzu Hall and make him unhappy, so he could only shout in a low voice: "What are you waiting for? Take the corpse and bury it..."

Suddenly his heart was blocked, and the second half of his voice went hoarse: "I swept it with bamboo..."

Before he finished speaking, Gong Yichong heard continuous dull noises coming from the Fengzu Hall behind him.

The Fengzu Hall is the main hall of the Gong clan, so Gong Yichong attaches great importance to it. The decorations are all made of the best materials, and the rafters are made of a thousand-year-old sacred wood, and the strange noise actually came from the rafters. came.

Creak, creak.

The gloomy wind swayed all over the ground, carrying strong spiritual power, and broke open the gate of Fengzu Hall.

Gong Yichong felt something was wrong, he threw himself to the ground immediately, closed his spiritual veins, held his breath and concentrated, but the demon cultivators present were urged by this wave of spiritual power, all of them were full of energy, as if they were drinking alcohol, their eyes Chengming, the Lingtai was filled with demonic energy, and the smell was pungent. Gong Yichong blocked his mouth with the handkerchief that Lin Zhengxin had just handed him, resisted the urge to vomit, and secretly speculated:

Could it be that the demon ancestor wanted to strengthen the power of these demon cultivators on a whim?

Who would have imagined that in just a moment of change, the magic cultivators standing in the square fell down one after another, their faces full of happy smiles that would not be able to dissipate in the future.

At the moment before death, the time in their bodies moved forward at the speed of light, and they enjoyed the unprecedented pleasure of power expanding in their bodies, but this pleasure was only a momentary thing, because their lives also reached the end.

At this time, the rafters of the Fengzu Hall finally couldn't bear such a violent output of spiritual power, sparks were born in the violent friction, and they exploded to the surroundings with blazing flames.

The Gong clan has long been infiltrated by demonic cultivators, and those who have not fallen into the demonic way are very few.

In a blink of an eye, there were only a few living people left in the square in front of Fengzu Hall.

They were dumbfounded by the sight in front of them, but they were so frightened for a moment that they couldn't speak at all. He could only open his eyes in vain, watching the Fengzu Hall burn.

Gong Yichong, who was closest to the Fengzu Hall, was caught off guard and was licked off the high platform by a flame, and Lin Zhengxin's body before he could collect it was engulfed by the flame, and was completely swallowed up.

Gong Yichong was still in shock, put his hands on the ground, and looked straight at the entrance of Fengzu Hall.

……What's wrong?

……What's going on here?

Holding a sword each, they walked out in the flames, carrying a weak young man who had fallen asleep on his shoulders.

The pitch-black robe trembled in the hot wind created by the fire, he stepped down the steps step by step, and walked in front of Gong Yichong.

Gong Yichong immediately lost all speech ability, his throat was choked, and his face turned green: "Yu...Yu..."

Yu Miao stepped on his shoulder, pushed him to the ground, then squatted down, raised Guangcheng sword, and penetrated Gong Yichong's shoulder with the tip of the sword.

Facing his dilated pupils and trembling black lips, Yu Miao said calmly, "I will speak for one person."

As he said that, his face changed into another face with an unruly arrogance, and a slight smile rose from the corner of his lips: "Anu, thanks to you for taking care of me."

Gong Yichong's expression changed suddenly.

... In this world, he has only heard one person call Channu so affectionately.

300 years ago, when he was a child, he hated Channu so much because of Jindan.

So 300 years later, he tried his best to calculate and take revenge on the cicada slave who made him hopeful and then disappointed him.

However, because he was so focused on hating the slave of the title cicada, he forgot the existence of Qingguan.

Being an official is much more alienated than being a slave. Gong Yichong almost never dared to look him in the eye, and after the dispute between the two, he didn't know where he went. Gong Yichong even guessed that maybe he returned. God's Domain, never coming back.

But he definitely never thought that Qingguan would be a phenomenon of swallowing the sky.

After all, no one would have thought that God would willingly fall into the company of demon cultivators.

After saying that sentence, Yu Miao returned to his original form, and gently tapped Gong Yichong's Dan Palace with his finger.

Gong Yichong immediately sensed something was wrong, a bad premonition seemed to grab his throat tightly with a giant hand, causing him to struggle frantically: "You... what are you going to do?? You killed me !kill me!!"

Yu Miao slightly raised the corner of his lips, with an indescribable sarcasm in his expression: "Don't worry, you are Gong Yi's father, I won't kill you."

Gong Yi couldn't help shaking his head: "No...no! You stop..."

But he couldn't stop Yu Miao.

Yu Miao injected a wave of spiritual power between his fingers, twisted and twisted, and crazily hit Gong Yichong's carefully cultivated golden pill.

...click.

With an ear-piercing sound, Yu Miao leaned over, smiled at Gong Yichong whose complexion had turned ashen, and said, "... Whether you die or not is up to you to decide."