It is said that Shizun is a devil

No!That's not Master!That's just a counterfeit with the body of a master, a shameless person who dare not show his true colors!

Everything that person said, no matter how reasonable it sounds, has nothing to do with Master!He knows what the master is about, so he dares to make unreasonable comments!

Han Jing said: "It's a pity that my universe bag is missing... Uh, so it's with you."

Han Jing was a little confused, then took the Qiankun bag handed over by Han Jin without any doubt, and took out a white bead the size of a baby's fist from it, with a vicissitudes on his face: "Speaking of which, back then I was taught by Master Tengyun. I was invited to Nanduzong to attend Reverend Tengyun’s birthday banquet, and I accidentally got lost on the way, and I was using my personal pearl to ask the elder brother for directions, when I saw you and your mother being chased and killed.”

The white bead slowly rose into the air, spinning and projecting a picture.Han Jin saw Han Jing with a question mark on his face standing in a lush mountain forest, the sun was tossing and jumping down the treetops to caress Han Jing's immature face, Han Jing was dressed in a water-blue Taoist robe, like a water doll, looking blankly at Looking at the similar vegetation and trees around, and staring at a little squirrel holding a pine cone, he said with certainty: "No, I have never been to this place, and this is the first time I have seen this squirrel!"

The squirrel looked at Han Jing for a while, then suddenly seemed to come to his senses, and ran away with the pine cone in his arms.

"Believe me, you've passed this place for the third time," another familiar voice sounded, with an affirmation even stronger than Han Jing's, and gritted his teeth, "Don't go any further, go to the right."

Han Jing turned to the right with a blank expression: "Brother, I don't think it's right. Do you not know the way? Find someone more reliable."

The Samana was about to be laughed at by the stupid junior brother: "Hehe, well, then you can find someone who is willing to show you the way. Goodbye."

"Brother, there seems to be someone in front, let me ask." Han Jing's ears moved, and he ran towards the source of the sound energetically.

In the blue sky and daylight, with the light of swords and blood, the woman held the child in her left hand, and with her right hand, she made a tactic and pulled up a wall of earth. However, before the wall was completely raised, it was cut into pieces of soil by the light and shadow of several flying swords.The child in the woman's arms looked at the pursuer behind him with hatred, his small hands clenched into fists, he kept silent, trying to minimize his sense of existence, there were no tears in his big eyes, only hatred.

"Shishishishishishi...brother, I, I, I, I...I'm going!" Han Jing just flew to the edge of the forest, and saw the fight on the official road. The first time he went out by himself, he encountered the murderous Han Jingshou. Trembling, tongue trembling a little too.

"Are you going to die? That woman's cultivation level is much higher than yours!" Samana stopped her.

"But...then what do you think should be done?" Han Jing turned around anxiously, clutching the Qiankun bag tightly, watching the woman at a loss as she threw her back to the knife in order to protect the child in her arms.

"Where's the teleportation talisman I gave you before going out?"

Han Jing took out the Qiankun bag, took out the teleportation talisman, thought of Yucheng Daoist's broken thatched hut, rushed into the battlefield with all his strength, swaying waves of water all over his body.Both parties in the midst of the fight didn't notice anyone watching. The group who were chasing and killing the woman and child reacted quickly. Immediately, someone threw out a fire tactic. When the fire met the waves of water, the mist that soared into the sky instantly evaporated, and Han Jing grabbed the woman His arm bit the talisman.

The three of them fell to the ground hard, and the seriously injured woman's whole body was soaked in blood, and her hand holding the child loosened a little weakly.The child rolled on the ground, and immediately climbed to the woman's side as soon as he stabilized. A child who looked no more than three years old kneeled solemnly beside the woman, with tears in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

Han Jing quickly took out his Qiankun bag, took out a pill, and put it to the woman's mouth.

The woman held the boy's hand weakly with one hand, and pushed away the medicine Han Jing sent with the other. Before she opened her mouth to speak, a trace of red blood stained the corners of her lips. Although her voice was weak, there was still a hint of death. Unshakable dignity and indifference: "Daoist friend, I can't do it anymore, don't waste your turning pill."

Han Jing said seriously: "It's not time to give up, you eat it, and it's worth it."

The woman coughed up a mouthful of blood: "I know my body, my Nascent Soul is broken, and I am hanging on by this last breath of true energy, but I can't let go of my child. Dare I ask you, who is your master?"

Holding the elixir in one hand, Han Jing made a salute with one hand: "Han Jing is a disciple of Daoist Yucheng of Xiaxia Weizong."

"I've heard about Yucheng's real name for a long time. The little girl is the wife of Wei Wuyi from the Wei family in Xizhou. This is my son, Wei Zicheng." Although most of the woman's beautiful face was stained with blood, she would spit out a mouthful of blood when she said a word, but she was supported by the boy. Kneeling straight, kneeling, to her, is just a posture, not much different from sitting, standing and lying down, kneeling is respect, not submission, let alone flattery, "Before the little girl dies, I beg fellow Taoists to take care of my son until he dies." As an adult, the little girl is willing to offer the Wei family's unique learning."

Han Jing grew up so much that he knelt down to his master and uncle. Whenever someone knelt down on him, he was at a loss and wanted to help the girl up: "Daoist friend, I promise you, you get up first, get up."

The woman smiled, looking more dignified, turned her head slowly, and said to the boy kneeling beside her, "Cheng'er, remember, the one who destroyed my Wei family was the Lin family in the northern Xueyuan. You don't want to take revenge, but you can't." forget."

Wei Zicheng nodded vigorously.

The woman gently touched the boy's head, untied the Qiankun pouch around her waist, placed it at Hanjing's feet, pressed her hands to the ground, and bowed down.

Han Jing was startled, and stepped aside to help him, only to find that he was dead.The Nascent Soul was shattered, the last breath of true energy dissipated, the soul flew away, and it was difficult to turn back.

The boy stared blankly at his mother's body, and tears finally couldn't help but pattered down.He knelt beside his mother, kowtowed respectfully three times, turned around half a circle, and kowtowed three times respectfully to Han Jing, looking at Han Jing with big red eyes, Like a puppy waiting to be abandoned.

Han Jing sighed, tied the girl's Qiankun bag around the boy's waist, and picked up the boy who kept crying silently, with a distressed and half blank face.The boy lay in his arms without struggling.

After Han Jing buried Mrs. Wei, he looked at the small grave with melancholy on his face, and said to the boy, "I'm ashamed to say, I'm not very talented in knowing the way and the place. Today, I will use my personal beads to remember your mother's burial. Land, when you grow up in the future, when you find this place, pay homage to it at all times, and never forget the kindness of your mother who sacrificed her life to protect you."

The boy bowed to his mother's unnamed barren grave, stood up, looked at his mother's grave, with red eyes, and gently held the corner of Han Jing's clothes.

Han Jing touched his head and sighed again, this time he was worried about another matter: "Brother, where is this? How do you go home?"

Samana sighed: "I don't know either, didn't you choose the teleportation location yourself?"

Han Jing looked blankly at the bare rocks all around, and said in a low voice without confidence: "I'm thinking of Master's thatched cottage."

Samana: "...hehe. Stand still, I'll pick you up."

The ball of light slowly fell down and turned back into a white bead. Han Jing stuffed the bead back into the Qiankun bag, and said to Han Jin with red eyes: "Your mother said that your Wei family was exterminated, but the teacher heard that the Wei family in Xizhou was It is very prosperous, so go to the Wei family to find out."

Han Jin tightly clutched the Qiankun bag that he had brought since he was a child, and his voice was hoarse: "Master went to Wei's house?"

Han Jing looked up at the sky with a deep expression on his face: "It was originally planned like this, but for some reason, it seems that I went to the Southern Foot Forest as my teacher. The monsters are hard to deal with, and my teacher is invincible. On the way back, the monster poisoned my body. , I can only find a cave in a hurry and retreat on the spot."

Even a brainless fan like Han Jin couldn't catch up with this embarrassing routine for a while, and even choked back tears and hatred, his mind went blank, and it took him a long time to find some ideas, but he still couldn't find the correct expression: "Master said that the demon poison entered the body, now the demon poison can be cured?"

"Under the thunder catastrophe, it's no problem to reshape the body." Han Jing looked at the blue sky and white clouds above his head, standing in the bedroom where the wind was blowing on all sides, and felt that his image in the disciple's heart might be a little dusty.

Slightly melancholy, unhappy.

Unhappy Han Jing is going to build a house, but the house is not built in a day, and the meal can still be eaten first. Han Jing washes his hands and sits at the open-air dining table waiting for the meal. Han Jin serves four dishes and a soup.

"The Thunder Fire Spiritual Root is really good, and the heat is very good." Han Jing praised it generously.

Han Jin: "...what Master said is correct." Although the twin spirit roots of thunder and fire have nothing to do with the degree of fire!No!

After 300 years of living in fear, pain and despair, Han Jin suddenly found that he was not used to such a master. Before the age of 23, Shizun was the best Shizun and the most perfect mentor. After 23 years old, Shizun became the root of evil and the source of despair. Now, Shizun is a minor full of flaws, just like in memory Simple and kind, but not as mature and steady as I remember.Perhaps it was the long-term thoughts that strengthened his rare maturity and stability, but the naked reality revealed that a true cultivation genius lived a waste of time.He seems to be the same as in memory, but completely different from what he imagined. His shoulders seem not so broad, and his mind doesn't seem so flexible. Compared with Han Jin, Han Jing is more like a child, and his roles seem to have been completely reversed.What Han Jin misses is his gentleness and strength, but this person is not only gentleness and strength.

Halfway through the meal, someone came to visit.

Han Jing waved to the visitor: "Xu Huan, come and eat."

Xu Xu looked at Han Jing and smiled, the smile was clearly on the surface, and he didn't even bother to cover up his hypocrisy: "Little uncle, I heard that you have come out of retreat, have you seen my master?"

Han Jing looked dazed: "Senior Brother Sovereign travels all over the world, and I have been lying on the bed for half a month after leaving customs, how could I have time to see him?"

Xu Huan still smiled, very gentle: "How can you say that? You are the last person to see Master."

"Senior Brother Xu!" Han Jin raised his voice, frowning slightly with black eyebrows, "What exactly is Senior Brother here for?"

Han Jing looked at Xu Huan, then at Han Jin, and always felt that something was wrong, but Xu Huan didn't say anything excessive, Han Jin's temper came out of nowhere.

Xu Huan cupped his hands to Han Jin, without any unnaturalness of being interrupted: "The suzerain announced to the world half a month ago that he would hold a banquet for the junior uncle at Pingbo Peak, and Xu Xu came to ask the suzerain for instructions on the banquet."

Han Jin's face softened: "Han Jin knows that he is ashamed of the Xiawei Sect. The affairs of the sect are handled by senior brothers. Han Jin has been the suzerain for a long time. Once the master's Mahayana banquet is over, it's time to return it to the original owner." .In the future, the sect will ask the brothers to take more care."

Xu Xu's expression was as usual, without surprise or joy: "Naturally."