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Yu Wuyin, the former suzerain of the Ningqing Sword Sect, is the father of the current Sword Master Yu Hengjun.

His parents were of noble birth and pure blood, and Yu Hanling was born with extraordinary talents, but it was a pity that the heavens were jealous of talents, and he was born with a crippled body, and a blazing demon fire was actually planted in the frail body of a young child.

A child is born with flaws, and it would be extremely heartbreaking for parents to be an ordinary person, even if it were a monk who could move mountains and fill seas, he would be somewhat indifferent.

The most powerful couple in the world, for this drop of blood, they are willing to go up to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, even dare to venture into a land like Buzhou Mountain. Buzhou 400 years ago was even more dangerous, not to mention the peak Even above the enchantment, there has never been a monk who can easily retreat from the whole body. Fortunately, the two of them have advanced cultivation bases and were seriously injured.

A hundred years later, the two of them both ascended to the ascension, and it became a good story for a while.

But Yu Hanling's expression changed after hearing this, and he exchanged a glance with Sect Master Xu, who was sitting upright, and said, "You..."

Xu Fuzai couldn't see anything on his face, he just cut it off: "Okay...Since you have accomplished a good thing, why do you do this, Xiaojiu?"

"Since Zhu Yimen has such sincerity, why should Ningqing stick to these secular etiquettes? Let me be the master. The two sides agree with each other. If you make up for this ceremony, it will be a great success."

He broke off the matter, seeing that Yu Hanling and Elder Mi didn't speak for a while, so he said affectionately: "Mr. If you have to solve it yourself, our sect will be one step ahead."

When he left, the rest of the Tianxinzong elders naturally also left. The mighty people left, and the remaining eight Zhu Yimen and Yu Hanling had nothing to say.

It wasn't until the person who had just left left and returned, that Yu Hanling turned his black jade-like eyes to the place where Xu Fuzai drilled out, and said coldly: "It's ridiculous."

Xu Fuzai walked out from the secret door, stroked his beard, and sighed at his sneer: "Ningqing's simple sword lunatics are naturally much easier to fool than the people here." There are many elders and deacons under the Tianxin Sect. It is the number one sect in the world, but the disadvantages of having too many people, the feeling of it, he, the suzerain, knows best.

After he finished speaking, before Yu Hanling could respond, he had already changed his solemn expression, and hurriedly asked Zhu Yimen, "What you said earlier..."

Elder Mi looked a little gloomy and nodded silently.

Yu Hanling and Xu Fuzai couldn't help showing disbelief on their faces.

But although Zhu Yimen thought absurdly, acted secretly, and had been slandered by everyone for many years, he was one of the three sects, and he fanatically recognized his identity as the descendant of the eight surnames. If this was false, he might be the first to go crazy. It's them.

Zhu Yimen has been passed down to the present, and the recorded classics and methods are naturally the most complete. If they are also...

"I watched it a few days ago...it's really a bit mysterious..." Xu Fuzai said slowly.

Yu Hanling lowered his face: "That's right, so what, I'm just a remnant from the ancient times..." To force him with a sword and chase him for thousands of miles is to use flesh and blood, what is the difference between the dead and the living? different?

Elder Yu didn't like to hear him use words like this. He thought he was still discussing the marriage, so he stared at him and said, "Mr. Yuheng should show some respect. With his status, who in the world is he not worthy of?"

Who would have thought that his brother would stop him from saying this, Elder Mi looked back at him, and said in a low tone, "Little concubine, don't say it."

Elder Yu was so unconvinced, he was influenced by the scar of the Red Emperor since he was a child, and he was young, so he twisted his face away.

Elder Mi looked at him, sighed, and turned to look at Yu Hanling, but he seemed to be asking Xu Fuzai, as if he was asking something else: "How many years has it been? Is it still not possible to ascend?"

Xu Fuzai turned his eyes away, everyone present is the closest person to Ascension in the whole world, so talking about such words can't be said to be cruel.

"No."

Elder Yu couldn't hear clearly, he took office not long ago and was young, so he looked at his brothers and sisters blankly.

Elder Ji's cultivation level is only under Elder Mi's. He has practiced for many years. He should be the one who is most likely to ascend to the ascension. When he noticed his appearance, he was silent for a moment, and showed an almost desolate smile.

"Brother? What are you talking about?" Elder Yu took two steps back, with a look of distress unavoidably on his face. With his cultivation base, he hadn't felt this way for many years. When he raised his eyes, everyone looked at him. There is a little pity in the eyes.

Elder Mi was still silent, and said slowly: "Little concubine, 300 years ago, no one had ever ascended."

"Then..." Elder Yu was almost tongue-tied, "Then Yu Wuyin and..."

"They are dead."

"Why...why? What's wrong?"

Elder Mi did not cast his eyes on him anymore, fearing that he would be unbearable, he only said in a flat and gentle tone: "More than 300 years ago, since the beginning of mortal cultivation, no one has ever ascended to the ascension."

"We didn't climb the fairy ladder, we didn't step on Lingxiao, we were mayflies in a bottle and frogs in a well from beginning to end."

Elder Cong stared at him, almost terrified. Those who were confused and confused before were smashed by the sudden boulder. It turned out that...

It turned out that such a cruel and unbelievable fact was used to make the conclusion, which made it impossible to guess.

"Not only that..." Elder Ji lowered his eyes, "Those who are close to ascension must try their best to restrain their cultivation."

The bald elder sighed, and continued: "If it weren't for Sect Master Yu, who was seriously injured and had to break through to find variables, he would not be called the thunder disaster..."

In front of Yu Hanling, he didn't continue talking.

High-level monks have a long lifespan, but they are no match for thousands of years. They are clearly only a little short, but they dare not make an inch all their lives. What a torment.

Seeing that they were all silent, Xu Fuzai continued to explain to the blank-faced Elder Yu: "Your sect has searched for classics, and finally came up with a thought that sounds absurd. The pillar is broken, and then the spiritual energy is released, so the mortals attain the Tao and step into the immortal path, so the turning point should be on the wrong side."

"How dangerous it was 400 years ago. The three sects compensated countless disciples, but they had nothing to gain. Until the incident with Sect Master Yu, he saw with his own eyes a scarlet animal head and a snow-colored human body with a snake tail. It was clearly that...face.. ...."

Elder Yu was stunned, recalling the totem on the scar of the Red Emperor, one on the left and one on the right, in fact there was never only the figure of the Red Emperor.

Elder Ke Mi had recovered his thoughts, and said lightly to Xu Yu and Xu Yu, who were temporarily acting as Tianxin and Ningqing: "The matter has come to this point, and there is nothing to hide. He blends with Chidihen, and his appearance has changed. After melting, the scar of the Scarlet Emperor disappeared."

In fact, all those who have reached the realm know the truth of this. Since they have not climbed the fairy ladder, why should they be so clean-eyed and self-esteemed, it is better to live the present moment.

So Sect Master Yu brought out a burst of lively and sweet news, and got married again. With Yu Hanling, an unworldly genius, Xu Fuzai gave birth to an unworthy life with headaches every day. Zhu Yimen has faith. That is, searching for classics all day long.

Elder Yu lost his mind, nana didn't know what to say: "Then...then what should I do... just dragging out my life..."

Yu Hanling cut off his words coldly: "You Zhu Yimen have the law..."

Elder Yu then turned his gaze away, and looked at his brother expectantly.

Elder Mi didn't look at him, but only stared at Yu Hanling: "Sect Master Yu takes pity on the youngest son, and is willing to risk his life, but who was there thousands of years ago?"

Yu Hanling glared at him coldly.

"Chidi was ordered to kill the Gonggong family, but he failed to do things well, so he was killed by the Yellow Emperor and died in Nanyue. After that, several yuanhuis, great powers fell one after another, Kunlun and other places fell one after another, and Buzhou became a dangerous place. Without mentioning it, many years later, it is said that it is the way to the God Realm."

Xu Fuzai asked: "Could it be... Seriously?"

Elder Mi lowered his eyes, and put down a sentence that silenced everyone again: "It's true, but it's not complete."

"The gods have fallen one after another, the aura of heaven and earth is becoming more and more abundant, the dragons, phoenixes and unicorns are doing their best to preserve the ethnic group, but the way of heaven is ruthless, and all things are their eyes and ears, no matter how powerful they are, they can't do anything, so they can only watch the ethnic group being destroyed. Dead and gone."

Elder Mi took a deep breath, and continued: "So, he missed the mark, covered up his tracks with leaks, and saved the two ethnic groups with his life."

Elder Yu had already fully understood, and murmured: "He hid... the two emperors?"

But he remembered again that this is not his own belief: "That's also... Gong Gong's... not..."

"What if he is the son of the Red Emperor?"

The phoenix also gave birth to peacocks and rocs. If Chidi gave birth to the Gonggong clan, then the father and son would not get along, and the father would fight with the son. He was born at that time, but Chidi lost his son, how could he bear it, and got the order of the Yellow Emperor to drive out the Gonggong ethnic group, and was obliterated by the Yellow Emperor because of his dereliction of duty.

Ordering father to kill son and grandfather to kill grandson is so cruel, isn't dereliction of duty justifiable?

The whole room was silent for a while, but Yu Hanling said coldly: "That's the case, does Zhu Yimen think that he can arbitrarily force such a person who... is close to the gods to hit Buzhou Mountain again?"

Elder Mi glanced at him, then glanced at the marriage certificate, everything was silent.

"What Xiao Lao said earlier is absolutely true. The Emperor is infatuated with Lingtu."

"Furthermore," Elder Mi sighed, with a faint struggle in his eyes, and looked at the long pillar in the hall, "The Gonggong clan can break the pillar even if it is alone, and make the sky break a hole. Now you People like me, with the blood of the Red Emperor Kong Ren, can't even open a mouth?"

"In this world, after all, the human race is the master."

**********

Xuexue was still very upset at first, but he just asked a question, begging for justice, the face of the man in red called senior brother became ugly, he slapped him, spit blood, and then he looked like a general He looks like he has no ability to fight back even when the sword is slapped away, a bit like the person in the book who deliberately pretends to be injured.

He was slightly taken aback, only to realize that A Yuan was not there, and felt a little ashamed.

She didn't use her tail, so she wasn't having a good time, but Xuexue had the self-consciousness of a winner, and coldly announced to him: "You, you have to apologize to A Yuan."

He had never been killed in one blow while hunting on the snow-capped mountains, and he didn't feel how strong he was. Seeing that Xie Dianyi was not dead, he felt that he had grasped his measure.

Xie Dianyi coughed up the blood gushing from his throat, and knelt on the ground in a dejected state, until the man who claimed to be Song Yuan's husband folded his body, and then he asked in a whisper: "What else did he say? "

How do you say it?Dare to ask, Xuexue is not stupid, how could it make A Yuan unhappy all the time, she handed over her tail and played with her fingers and claws to make A Yuan happy.

Naturally, he would not settle this account with A Yuan, he would only blame this kind of insignificant person, but with his knowledge, he couldn't say anything ugly, but he also felt that this person was very strange, so he asked suspiciously: "No, are you important?"

If he watched the fire from the other side, he would say how many heart-wrenching words to take advantage of the victory and pursue him. Xie Dianyi knows his intentions, even if he is sad, it will not be like this.

But when he spoke, without any hostile tone, what he said completely shattered the slightest thought in people.

That palm was extremely ruthless, not too far from a killer move, a monk couldn't die easily, but the pain was no less than that of ordinary people, Xie Dianyi's internal organs hurt, but he couldn't feel it in his head.

He gave up so early, so cowardly and incompetent, that Song Yuan never counted on him, so that he never occupied any position in Song Yuan's life, even in painful and unpleasant memories, Song Yuan even hated him Can't hate enough.

Xie Dianyi gritted his teeth for a smell of blood, he was already a little unconscious, and some pictures still flashed in his mind.

His pupils are dark and moist, always full of grievances and timidity like water, fearing that people will see the bite marks, he quietly pulls his sleeves and hides his hands behind him.

After being reprimanded many times by him severely, he still came to look for him at night, fearing that he would get sick and no one would take care of him.

The junior who hides when he sees him, doesn't say a word when scolded, and talks and laughs warmly with new disciples.

The junior who got married and smiled softly at him.

The younger brother's husband didn't get any response, so he left.

He finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell on the ground, so he recalled the marriage contract made by his father's family. He didn't like it, but he didn't have any reason to refuse it. Being a Taoist couple with a woman is naturally a harmony of yin and yang, and a respectful person. Lun, no matter how depressed and unhappy he is, he can't find fault.

But the night before the engagement, he found out about his own and his father's family background.

It's not that something went wrong with him, and he's not some kind of noble-blooded genius.

He is a rotten bloodline that a rotten clan insists on continuing. Generation after generation, women who cheated into good families gave birth to flawed children.

The pain of his childhood, the fact that he could not live to be a hundred years old, and the misfortune of his mother were all for this little flesh and blood.

How terrified and unbelievable he was at that moment, it was unbearable the next day, and he tore up the marriage certificate.

But the clan is like a curse that can't live to be a hundred years old.

It was a gangrene that made him so irritable and impetuous.

Maybe I was really lacking, that's why I couldn't even see such a simple plan, and believed what the beast with a different heart said, and connected with everyone, driving my junior to a dead end.

Song Yuan is dead.

Everyone began to miss him.

His good master occasionally gave gifts, and always called half of Song Yuan's name, and then everyone was silent.

The evil animal who is sick in bed often sheds tears at others.

Xie Dianyi moved back to the room he had when he was a child. He has not needed to sleep for many years, but meditating on this cold jade bed that can accommodate two children playing is quite comforting.

He began to recall the past over and over again, Song Yuan's voice and smile, how kind he was to himself and others.

But in the end, only his own bad words and bad looks remained.

The Confession Cliff has never caused him such torment, the jealousy hidden in the bad words, the envy hidden in the scowl, they think they have been greatly wronged.

Actually ridiculous.

**********

At dusk, Xuexue bought a lot of things at the market where people and demons meet, and hurried back.

He entered the inner room lightly, and found that A Yuan was still sleeping, holding the little world in his hand, not relaxed in his dream, and frowning.

At this time, it is necessary to reflect on your own incompetence as a husband.

He didn't sleep well, maybe the room wasn't big enough, and the quilt was uncomfortable. He could live anywhere like a snake, but he didn't expect that A Yuan would feel unwell. He was really remiss.

It's a pity that it's getting late now, he couldn't bear to disturb Ah Yuan's dream, so he could only look at him lovingly for a while.

At this time, he began to feel some pain in his chest.

Looking down, he found that the clothes on his chest had been cut a little by that senior brother, which made the spell lose its effectiveness.

He walked to the window, untying his belt as he walked.

The senior brother didn't hurt him.

Finally arrived at the window where A Yuan couldn't see even when he got up.

He lowered his face, he couldn't see the pain, but patiently repaired the formation on his chest with the pre-prepared magic weapon.

The moonlight shone on his upper body, which was different from his still pure and handsome face. There was no longer his chest, it was corroded and somewhat empty, and the black and red flesh had coagulated, and the blood red inside could be faintly seen under the shape of the pale bones.

He mended it, but his hands were not dexterous, and the mending was not very beautiful.

But it doesn't matter, after he finished these, he happily flicked a snake's tail, cruising to his wife's bed.

In fact, the wooden couch couldn't fit his tail, so he curled up, like he did many times in the past, guarding the head of A Yuan's bed.

Wait for him to wake up.