Save the hero

The moon is as cool as water, and the stars are shining brightly.

In the eyes of the child, there was a calmness and maturity that did not match the age, and he frowned and thought.

When Fengyao was on the back of the mountain, seeing the horrific wounds all over his body, he was furious, and the tall and tough figure that appeared for no reason was really familiar.The mountain is filled with black mist, and the profound cultivation is domineering and powerful, and the continuous flow seems to be a sign that the lamp will never run out.The black mist shot straight into the sky, easily tearing open a crack, and the silver light poured in. It was like several stones had been hit in the surrounding calm water, causing many ripples. It has to be distorted and transparent.

He withdrew his strength in a panic, and only returned to normal after the night sky was completely repaired by silver light.

That was the first time.

Hearing that the person had an accident, his mood was agitated, bloodbathed the Fengyao sect, he could clearly feel the black mist attacking his body, how it corroded and worn away the person's body inch by inch.His soul and body were twisted into powder in pain and lengthy. He didn't know whether it was intentional or subconscious. He carefully avoided the sky and pressed the black mist to the ground.This is the second time.

the third time……

Hong Yuan looked at the rich and heavy night, which was a good time for deep sleep, but his eyes were clear, and the pupils of his eyes seemed to be deeper and deeper than the night, as cold as stone, complex and obscure.

There was cold sweat on his forehead, and with each successful mobilization of his cultivation, there were more and more fragments and clues in his mind.

For him, it wasn't that difficult to pry open a corner and continue digging deeper.

Those fragments are messy and messy, not coherent.

Some are what he should have at his age.

More than there should be.

It's vague and unreal, far away it seems to be reading someone else's story.This was really not a pleasant experience. He frowned deeply, stayed out of the matter, looked back at the past from the perspective of a stranger, and still empathized with the deep despair and helplessness.

Zhao House.

A few servants got angry, some concubine poured tea, they felt resentful and didn't dare to do things according to the concubine, and found him, a little master who was even more humble than a slave.The little child curled up on the ground and was kicked. He instinctively arched his body to protect his head and abdomen, and used his back to bear the blows.

The insults and beatings didn't stop until the afternoon. He raised his hands with difficulty and pulled off his clothes. His exposed skin was covered with purple and black marks of blood stasis.He leaned on the ground and got up with a calm expression. Then, when he looked up, he saw a little brother who was a few years older than him, hugged by a strong man, and a woman walking beside him handed him a hand. A delicious snack.

The child blinked, as if feeling a little unwell, turned his head away with red eyes.

Fengyao faction.

The kid in white clothes was rejected when he first entered the sect because he was ugly and had good bones.

The disciples of the same sect were in groups of twos and threes, laughing and making noise, he watched helplessly, seeing his senior brother coming towards him, his face changed slightly when he saw him, and they all circled around.It's like saying a word to him, even being looked at by him, will be tarnished.

After the Trial Conference.

In the elegant and clean room, the young man was locked on the bed by layers of iron chains. His body stinks from decay, like a living skeleton.He looked at the beams with his eyes open, motionless, the pain was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to blink.

Several disciples in Tsing Yi and long robes pushed the door open and walked in, talking and laughing.As soon as he stepped into the door, he covered his mouth and nose in disgust. Even if he opened the window to ventilate, it was still difficult to hide the strange stench from the festering flesh that had been swallowed by monsters.

He rolled his eyes slowly, looking at those disciples with bright eyes and uncommon brows, covered their mouths and faces with a white cloth, opened the extremely precious white jade porcelain bottle, and spread a few drops of fragrant liquid on his body to heal his wounds.

"Paint more. The master has specially instructed that the little uncle needs to use the skin and bones of the eighth-order hexagonal monster as a protective cover this time. It is urgently needed."

"Yes. Third senior brother, you see that although the little monster looks ugly, its life is really hard, so it can't even die like this."

"Crow's Mouth! If he's dead, will you lure the monsters? Not to mention his life is tough, even if he's not tough, just because of his ability to lure the monsters, he's still alive."

"Yes, yes, brother is right."

"Fuyao Sword Sect has come to beg people twice, hurry up."

……

Valley of Thousand Corpses.

At the bottom of the bottomless cliff, he had been tempered and tempered, after dying and being reborn more than ten times, and after being reborn for the last time, he saw two corpses.

It was the bodies of a man and a woman.There is a karma mirror on the side.

Two figures appeared inside.

Those two are both princes and beauties comparable to dragons and phoenixes.The man's eyes were cold, and when he spoke, he was like a spring hitting a rock, and his voice was as cold as water in a deep stream.However, when he looked at the woman, the tenderness in his eyes could almost overflow.

The woman is petite and exquisite, with curved eyebrows and smiling eyes, white clothes and white skirts, slender body, and flawless ivory-white skin.Su Yi has black hair, and a delicate red flower is stuck on the side of the hairpin, which adds three points of beauty for nothing.

The woman's abdomen bulged slightly, her expression was extremely gentle, and together with the man, she explained his life experience and the art of absorbing pills that had been prepared for nearly ten thousand years in a gentle voice.The pros and cons are expounded. If he is lucky enough to see it, he must choose carefully.

The boy smiled lowly, he had no choice at all.

Finally, he learned his name.

He's not a monster, he's not a bastard.He is the only son of Changhuai Sword God and Lingxiao Goddess, and the only son of a human and beast in heaven and earth.

Just a dozen or so sentences.

He knelt down on his knees, looking at the vision that had long since disappeared.

This is the only thing left by his parents, whose blood dissolves in water and is in the same line.

After escaping from the Valley of Thousand Corpses, he was hunted down all the way to the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts. After 3000 years, the boy grew taller and became an adult.

The silent and chilling young man walked out slowly from the verdant and dense forest of beasts, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and from time to time, slender lightning flashed like a curved snake.Wherever he passed, ten thousand beasts surrendered, and when he reached the edge of the ten thousand beast forest, it was densely packed with strange birds and beasts.

The huge pressure was like a mountain and sea, bending everyone's backs.

All the monks in the cultivation world, be they good or bad, all took a step back when they saw his figure, their faces filled with shock, apprehension and hidden worries.

The tall and tough man's eyes were as black as cold pools, and his expression was cold and alienated.His eyes flicked over the monks, and wherever he looked, the monks there avoided them like the plague.

The man's expression was even colder.

What did he do wrong?

Why are you so far away from him from the past to the present? !

He paused for a moment, the anger and injustice that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time found an outlet to vent at this moment.With a mocking look on his face, he raised his hand, and the sky changed color immediately, and the thunder was rolling. He didn't use any kung fu, and when his cultivation reached the peak, far surpassing others, kung fu and spiritual weapons could no longer add to his color.

He didn't move where he was, and the monster was already trembling.The cultivator kept silent, and made a posture of resisting and defending. The two factions of good and evil worked together to defend against the enemy.That enemy is naturally him.

The two sides confronted each other in a stalemate, and it was unknown which of the monks made the first move, and a cloud of fire exploded in the open space ahead.

……

On that day, Hongyuan Shenjun had a small test of his knives, a hundred thousand monks gathered in the Ten Thousand Beast Forest, and only less than ten percent returned. The whole world was in an uproar, and people were panicked.

A war break.

When the outside cultivators were worried and fearful of being retaliated, the Myriad Beast Forest was surprisingly peaceful.

In the Ten Thousand Beasts Temple in the depths of the Ten Thousand Beasts Forest, every table, chair, flower, and tree are all carved. The temple is astonishingly large and terrifyingly quiet.

He sat high on the divine throne, and the monster that called the wind and rain made a small crouch in front of him, and knelt down cautiously, not daring to vent his breath.

The man's eyes were empty, looking at the monster far away from him, wondering what he was thinking.

There is nothing on his left and right sides.

He has nothing.

In fact, thinking about it carefully, his life was full of bumps and bumps, with ups and downs and ups and downs.From a monster with nothing to an unattainable god, he seems to have gained a lot, but the most ordinary and easy to obtain in the world, the thing he most desires and lacks, he has never obtained half of it.

why?

The aloof and arrogant face of the cultivation world was completely torn off, and countless monsters broke into the cultivation world with great fanfare to seize the territory, shouting the prestige of Hongyuan Shenjun to do anything wrong.He watched with cold eyes, fueling the flames, seeing monsters deceiving people, looting houses, and turning cities and villages into ruins, and he remained calm.He blocked and killed gods and Buddhas, and turned the cultivation world upside down with his own power, causing people to suffer.

What he does most often is to choose a family of sects, with hundreds or thousands of people, and throw out an extremely tempting bait, either only one can live, or teach the best skills.When the decision of life and death is made, and the interests are at hand, the brothers who were harmonious and friendly at the beginning kill each other.Seeing them stop talking and laughing, not like friends, not smiling, not... made him envious.

He has a little psychological balance, and only a little bit of revenge!

Soon, all the small sects who had offended him came to crusade against him, and said righteously that there is a wrong and a debt, so why deliberately retaliate and kill innocent people indiscriminately?

He turned them all away, laughing and shaking his head.

He never intentionally took revenge on anyone, he just felt... It's really boring to live.

He is a monster, even the blood flowing from his body is cold.He is sulky and morbid, he does whatever he wants, regardless of good and evil, other people's happiness, anger, sorrow, love, hatred, and sorrow have nothing to do with him, and the true feelings can't move him in the slightest.

Day after day, he was accompanied by Gu Ying.

Always find something you like to do.

The child silently looked at the lonely child, the lonely young man, the lonely young man, the lonely man.No matter who he is, there is always a strong sense of loneliness and desolation.

What a mood that is.The child scratched the quilt and felt pain like a spasm in his heart and mouth.Before he became a god, the world gave him dark torture and humiliation. After he became a god, the world gave him hatred, fear and silence. The kind of people who are respected and kept at a distance, and who are far away, are lonely for thousands of days. a whole life.

It's so hopeless when you think about it.

It was almost early morning, and the slight sound of sheets being torn woke up the people on the bed.Fang Qi half-raised his body, rubbed his eyes and looked at him, with some doubts and tenderness in his eyes, stretched out his legs and kicked him, and asked, "Are you awake or not?"

Hong Yuan woke up like a dream, his eyes flickered, he looked up at him, before he could speak, his heart softened very much.

Hong Yuan looked at his face, Zang Feng's sharp eyes showed a bit of softness, and said in a hoarse voice: "I... had a nightmare."

A gleam of light penetrated through the window, dispelling the night, and dawn was approaching.

Fang Qi blinked vigorously, and leaned forward wrapped in a quilt, pressed against his face, and asked, "What nightmare, are you scared? Tell me, and you'll be fine if you tell me."

Looking at his sleepy expression, Hong Yuan gave a low laugh, pressed his shoulders back to the bed, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine, you can sleep for a while."

The back of Fang Qi's head touched the pillow, and he surrendered to drowsiness almost immediately. Thanks to the intrusive chill when he got up just now, his face was green and clear. He lifted the quilt and fished the person sitting outside into the quilt He stopped, and muttered: "Anyway, it's a dream. You'll be fine when you wake up. Don't be afraid. Go to bed and sleep, and wait until the day to talk about anything... You don't have to go to school."

The child's body was cold, Fang Qi stroked his back repeatedly, feeling a little dissatisfied in his heart, why the body was so stiff and straight, it must have been frozen.

Hong Yuan faced him, pressed against his chest, the ice in his eyes melted rapidly, the man's low breath was on his forehead, and a steady stream of heat spread from his body to his limbs.His heart suddenly felt at ease, this feeling of having a home was so comfortable and reassuring that he almost drowned in it.

Hong Yuan's stiff body slowly relaxed.He used to be very puzzled, why there are so many bright roads, but his road is the darkest and most hopeless.

On this road, he had been disheartened by this world countless times and wanted to die.He had tossed and turned in the middle of the night countless times, suffered all kinds of bullying, and said to himself in his heart, I am really tired.

However, all those days of discouragement and despair added up, they are so vulnerable, no match for the joy and sweetness that is one in a million at this moment.

He finally ushered in his own dawn.