Please come to the bowl, the male god of quick time travel

Chapter 214
200 years ago, the Beihua Sect and other sects had a friendly and harmonious relationship. The Beihua Sect has always been the kind of sect that protects the common people in the world. There are many elite disciples in the sect, and the elders are all outstanding.

If we look at it now, the elders of the major sects were nothing more than mere disciples of the outer sects, and they were not considered to be on the stage, because it was an era when the arrogance was born in large numbers.

Some people, just like Gu Lang and Si Yi, are like the scorching sun and bright moon across the sky, unrivaled.

Today's Fusu Shangxian Siyi is outstanding, but back then he was also inferior to his elder brother Gu Lang.

That is the genius known as being able to surpass the emperor's teaching, and that is the male god Gu Lang admired by many people.

He died, 200 years ago, on a sunny, cloudless, bloody day.

On that day, it became the death sacrifice day of the various sects. On that day, he died, and those who were buried with him were nine-tenths of the geniuses in the world.

He killed the world by himself.

But he died.

He died at the hands of Fusu Shangxian Siyi.

The person Gu Lang held in his arms was that girl who was as talented as him, and also possessed the same natural evil spirit.

Is there any connection?
Xianzun Jiangyuelu firmly believed that Junior Brother Si Yi must have killed Gu Lang, he stood up, and pointed at Demon Venerable Gu Lang angrily.

"Where did Xiaoxiao come from, dare to come to the Beihua faction to make trouble?"

Gu Lang wouldn't pay attention to this little person who is now called Xianzun, who lost to him 1000 years ago, what's there to look up to, but he looked at the one sitting in the position of head teacher The head of the title.

"Are you the replacement for me that the old man found?"

His blood-colored eyes revealed a rare gentle light, and even his words were extremely gentle.

Lianzhi stood up, he was wearing a purple-gold robe, and his hair was erected rigorously by the golden chimney inlaid with jade. He stood up with a calm and unhurried manner, really a demeanor of a schoolmaster.

Without hesitation, he walked to the front of the crowd in the stands behind him. He was suspended in the air, facing the man who came alone, the blood-clothed man who was confronting Li Yinjian with the Demon God's Blade in the sky behind him.

His brows and eyes were peaceful, and he looked at him with admiration and respect.

"Master."

He knelt down.

Lianzhi has only kneeled twice in his life. The first time was when he first entered the sect. Master Nantian headmaster smiled softly at him, held his hand and asked him to kneel in front of his son's tablet. He said : "Xianzhi, I have a child, an unborn child. I originally named him Lianzhi, but now this is your name, so you kowtow to him as your teacher. From then on, you are the chief disciple. .”

He kneeled down three times and kowtowed nine times respectfully, then he stood up and looked respectfully at Headmaster Di Nantian who had gray eyebrows and beard.

"Headmaster, who will teach me martial arts?"

Di Nantian patted his head.

"The deity is teaching on his behalf, but you have to remember that you are his apprentice."

He is so deeply aware of how the head teacher loves his son, the son he has never met before, so he bestows a lot of love on them and these younger generations.

He never saw him as a substitute for a master.

He has been diligently practicing swords, although he has never met his master, everyone else has their own master, but he doesn't have one, but he doesn't care, he only wants to study hard, he has to be worthy of his own master.

He also wanted to be the pride of Master.

That day, he practiced sword in the back. It is said that it was reserved for his master. He practiced so diligently for twelve hours that he didn't know that the sun was setting and the blood was filling the house. The existing elders all died.

They were all dead. When he walked out exhaustedly with his sword in his arms, he saw corpses all over the yard. He fell down in horror and sat on the ground. The air was filled with the smell of blood. He was still a teenager, and he stared blankly until his uncle Si Yi came back.

That was Fusu Shangxian, the Fusu Shangxian who looked like a banished immortal. At that time, his white robe had turned blood-colored. He was wearing his hair. He squatted down. He held a sword in one hand and a head in the other. Putting down the sword, he went to touch Si Yi's face.

"Son, this is your unworthy master, this is your master Gu Lang."

Si Yi stared blankly, tears fell on Gu Lang's head.

He didn't even close his eyes, it was his master.

He was crying so hard that he felt his heart was caught.

Why do you treat yourself so cruelly?
The first time he knew that his master was Gu Lang, the proud son of heaven, he was already dead.

Before he died, he killed his father who was so kind to him.

It has been 200 years, and he has been going to offer incense to his master every year, even though this huge North China sect, the only ones who remember the handsome and cheerful young master Gu Lang are probably only Fusu Shangxian Siyi who killed Gu Lang with his own hands, and him.

No name, no surname, no trace.

There is nothing in the history books.

There is no trace of the best man of the North China School for thousands of years.

All are erased.

The world only remembers the most brutal and terrifying Demon Lord in the legend.

That Demon Lord whose name is unknown, reincarnated in the third generation still carried a natural evil spirit, killed nine out of ten geniuses, and wiped out an era of Tianjiao.

But Si Yi never denied that he also admired the senior brother, and he clearly noticed that day that the uncle's tears fell on the Liyin Sword and the Demon God's Blade, neighing slightly.

It was probably a sad mourning.

But Lianzhi never denied that he had such a master, even if the master was born to be an enemy of Beihua, he was also an enemy of the master, and he still knelt down.

It seemed that a middle-aged man in his thirties with the title of head teacher knelt in front of Gu Lang, who was still as beautiful as a demon in his early twenties. This was not the surrender of the fairy world to the demon world, but the respect of a disciple for the master.

"Huh? Master? I don't have a disciple like you?"

"May I ask all of you in the fairy world, does anyone remember? The existence of the deity Gu Lang?"

"Who knows that the old man Di Nantian died at the hands of this deity?"

That vast sound reached the depths of everyone's souls, and the bone-piercing coolness spread and penetrated deep into their bones, causing their fearful muscles to tremble.

"I remember."

As if a drop of water fell on the calm water, their hearts suddenly felt extraordinarily quiet and peaceful, and those fearful and dark emotions seemed to be swept away.

The heart also becomes stable.

The Fenqin sword in the distance came quickly. The man was wearing a white long gown, and there was a ray as bright as snow in the three thousand hairs, which did not prevent others from admiring his beauty. Walking over, before he could react, he had already walked in front of the Headmaster, he lifted the Headmaster who was kneeling on the ground with one hand.

"You don't need to kneel, you don't have this responsibility, it's not your fault."

(End of this chapter)