Please care for Lonely and Widows Sanxian [Traveling]

In the dark night, the moonlight shines into the lush forest.

The little boy was running in the forest, as if something terrifying was chasing him behind him, he kept looking back, his dirty face was full of unconcealable horror.

His forehead was covered with sweat, and he didn't bother to wipe it off at all. When the salty sweat trickled down into his eyes, he closed his eyes in discomfort, and wiped it away hastily.

Why haven't you come out of this forest yet!

How long will he have to escape...

No, no, he had seen the tree, the tree with the cloth he had torn out and tied up!

"You think you can escape, hahahaha, boy, if you are too naive, you will become my apprentice in the future, but you will die early." A hoarse voice that made people tremble all over rang in the boy's ear.

The running boy continued to run in a panic. In the darkness, he bumped into a human wall.

A pungent smell pierced into the tip of the nose, together with fear, the boy who fell on the ground kept moving backwards. The people in front kept approaching, and the footsteps stepped out slowly, every step seemed to step on the boy's heart , making the muscles on his face tremble.

He backed away until his arms touched his feet again.

The boy looked up instantly, and what he saw was an enlarged ugly face looking down at him.

That face was completely festered, and at the same time it was horrible, and at the same time, the round and big red pupils were clearly reflected.

It was the person who looked exactly like the one in front of him.

The teenager covered his mouth, stifling the scream that was about to burst out of his throat.

He knew that screaming was useless, he might as well save his energy for later escape.

And the next moment, under a ray of moonlight falling from the woods, he witnessed the person in front of him turn into black smoke and melt into the back of the person behind him.

The strange and unpleasant voice came close to his ear, and the stench he exhaled made him unconsciously hold his breath, and the man said: "Boy, if you really scream, I don't mind spending more time Find someone more suitable to replace you."

The young man tremblingly said: "You... who are you? Why... why are you chasing me?!"

"Boy, I will be your master from now on. You are lucky to be my disciple for three lifetimes. I will teach you how to practice in the future. With your aptitude, I believe that you will achieve something soon and can be used by me."

"..."

"Why are you in a daze, quickly call Master!"

The ugly monster kicked the young man. This kick was not light. The young man rolled around on the ground, hit his head on the stone next to him, and his head was bleeding.

Enduring the severe pain, the young man had no choice but to obey.He prostrated himself on the ground, with the dirt rubbed in his mouth just now, and trembling, he called out the title that changed his ordinary life: "...Master, Master."

And this "Master" has become the nightmare of his miserable life for hundreds of years.

For countless nights to come, he will experience pain like plucking out the heart.

Just because the master needed his cultivation, he was forced to eat all kinds of poisonous insects, poisons|medicines and poisons to practice.And the master said again and again that what he wanted was far from enough, he needed more cultivation, and this was not enough for him to squeeze between his teeth.

……

The young man scratched the wall due to severe pain, leaving blood marks, and at the same time, due to the extreme force, some nails were turned out, but he seemed not to feel the pain, and opened his bloody eyes wide, looking at the front who was watching coldly. An ugly old man with gray hair.

A weak voice squeezed out from the boy's throat: "Master...Master...what did you give me this time?"

The ugly old man with festered skin said slowly in an extremely gentle tone: "Emperor hates poisonous claw ginseng. This is a treasure. It only grows once a thousand years. Although eating it will cause thousands of ants to eat your heart, it will hurt your cultivation. It will help you a lot. Hold on, if you can't help but die, and your soul is in Master's hands, it can still make you live but die."

The boy bit his lip, but still couldn't suppress the groan from the pain.

Seeing him in such pain, the old man became happier and murmured: "After this wave of pain, the useless non-toxic blood in your body will be discharged, and then you will eat another poison, and you will be fine." You can reach the magic baby stage, and you can enjoy your cultivation as a teacher."

In the next moment, the old man called the young man by his name, but the name seemed to be erased from his memory suddenly, and there was only a momentary pause in his words, and he continued: "...you are truly unprecedented. Heavenly talent, I am so lucky to have found you for my teacher! Hahaha!"

The boy was lying on the ground covered in blood, his body was almost twisted due to the pain.

Can't die, he can't die.

No matter how painful he is, he has to live, and only by surviving can he have a chance to escape.

But why is it so painful... When will this pain end...

If the master died, would he be liberated?

Oh, wishful thinking.

No, what if... one day he is stronger than Master?

Does that-

He remembered the contract he made with his master at the beginning, and the idea that had just sprouted was shattered.

But even so...he will find a chance one day.

The bloody and tearful eyes stared at the wildly laughing old man in front of him, and he closed his eyes to hide his longing for life.

……

On the jade bed, Xuan Zhu and Wen Qingmo sat cross-legged facing each other.

Xuan Zhu opened his eyes before Wen Qingmo, and he slowly withdrew his primordial spirit to explore the strange energy in the golden core inside Wen Qingmo's body, and his eyes were full of disbelief as he watched the young man.

The boy's blood eyes seemed to be still lingering in front of his eyes, lingering.

Wen Qingmo, who was completely ignorant of the memory of his investigation, was still in a state of concentration, with a ruddy complexion, and there was nothing unusual about it.

What happened to Qing Mo's memories?

The boy with this memory was about ten years old when he appeared. According to Qing Mo’s past memories, he followed Xuan Ying before the age of eight, and was brought back to Liurenling by Xuan Huai. It is impossible to have such a memory .

Could it be that during his retreat and cultivation, a powerful demon cultivator broke into Wuyou Mountain to plot against Wen Qingmo?

impossible.

Worry-free Mountain is guarded by him with a ray of distraction. Once something dangerous happens, he will sense it and forcefully break through it. It is absolutely impossible for such a thing beyond his control to happen.

A huge cloud of doubts enveloped Xuanzhu, and made Xuanzhu sigh, why did he just want to help his apprentice check the cultivation base that stopped at the golden core stage, and then found out this kind of problem that is difficult to trace.

Xuan Zhu's memory couldn't help but go back to his early morning today, the morning when he just left customs.

Before Xuanzhu's retreat, it took Wen Qingmo half a month to move from the foundation-building period to the consecration period. This speed can't even compare with the original body who has been praised by the cultivation world. It can be called unprecedented. up.

After leaving the retreat, he learned that he had been in retreat for five years this time.

Now, he could see that Wen Qingmo had once again entered the late Jindan stage.It took seven years to advance to the Golden Core stage, and then he was abolished as a cultivator and started the road of cultivation again. It only took five years. It is shocking to tell the truth, and no one will believe it.

The most difficult hurdle for a cultivator to overcome is so simple for Wen Qingmo.It was also like this that he became the target of public criticism when he was in Liuren Mausoleum.

Because of the preparations, Xuan Zhu suppressed the admiration and said calmly: "Qing Mo, you have already entered the Golden Core Late Stage, are you about to advance to the Nascent Soul Stage?"

He and Wen Qingmo stood on the top of Wuyou Mountain, their clothes fluttering. Five years ago, he had to protect Wen Qingmo with magic power to prevent him from catching a cold and getting sick. Now, the tall and handsome disciples don't need him anymore. protected.

But this length is grown up, but still looks a little thin.In the days without him, it was obvious that he didn't take good care of himself.Seeing that Hei Ren's fur is smooth and smooth, he is just taking care of Hei Ren.

Xuan Zhu thought so, and felt that he must refine some more medicinal pills for Wen Qingmo in the future.

Wen Qingmo bit her lip.This habit still hasn't changed, it's a bit unspeakable.

Xuan Zhu thought to himself, it couldn't be that there was a gap between him and Wen Qingmo after five years of retreat.

...It is true that the blink of an eye for him is extremely long for people outside.In the past five years, Qing Mo should have gone down the mountain to experience and met some people. As an elder who has only been with him for more than a month, no matter how close he is, he will feel distanced due to the long separation.It's kind of cruel to think about it that way.

Wen Qingmo's silence also made Xuan Zhu speechless for a while, he didn't know what to say, but the silence was quickly broken, Hei Ren walked around from behind them to their feet, and rubbed against them back and forth.

Xuan Zhu lowered his head, with a smile on his face, that's why you little Hei Ren still looks like this no matter how long it's been.

At this time, Wen Qingmo opened his mouth: "Master, I don't know how to say it. This feeling is the same as when I was about to advance to the Nascent Soul stage. It is difficult to advance an inch. It is very uncomfortable, because I am afraid of going crazy again. ...So I have never dared to advance easily." He raised his chin, his bright eyes flickered, "Master, can you help me take a look?"

Xuan Zhu raised his head upon hearing the sound, and saw Wen Qingmo frowned slightly, as if he was particularly troubled by this.

So just now he was thinking too much, but Wen Qingmo didn't know how to say it in a few words, so he was silent.

Thinking of this, Xuan Zhu grabbed Wen Qingmo's wrist and turned around: "Let's go, let's go to the cave."

After entering the stone room where the jade bed was placed in the cave, Xuan Zhu thought for a while, and explained to Wen Qingmo that what he was going to do next might involve some privacy.

"Qingmo, later I need to use my soul to enter your body to touch your golden core, and help you check if there is any problem. During this process, I will come into contact with some of your own memories. To completely relax, just be on guard against me, you will feel quite uncomfortable when my soul is in your body."

Wen Qingmo had no grudges about this: "I asked Master to help me find out the crux of the problem, and I also believe in Master."

Wen Qing looked at Xuan Zhu's wholehearted trust with a smile, so that Xuan Zhu no longer had the alienation caused by time.

And when he and Wen Qingmo lowered their palms and easily entered his body to find the golden inner alchemy, he completely felt the trust from Wen Qingmo.

To be honest, Xuan Zhu was a little moved.

But now is not a good time to be moved. He put away his emotions, and the ray of primordial spirit that he differentiated has turned into the appearance of Xuan Zhu's body. He wandered freely in Wen Qingmo's inner mansion, and carefully inspected this small soul. Jin Dan didn't find any problems.

He stretched out to cover the surface of the golden core, and the memories belonging to Wen Qingmo came intermittently.

There are the tenderness from his mother, the love from his father, the hypocrisy of Xuanhuai's superficial benevolence, the sarcastic remarks and insults from other seniors, and some warm scenes when he got along with him five years ago——

And in the past five years, growing from a boy to a young man, staying in Wuyou Mountain, accompanied by Hei Ren, waiting for him to leave the customs.

Qing Mo didn't go down the mountain even once?

In the past five years, apart from the occasional short-term retreat, I just stayed on the top of the mountain with Hei Ren, sitting on the top of the mountain and enjoying the wind for a whole day.

Silly boy.

Xuan Zhu remembered that Wen Qingmo once said that he could endure loneliness, so his little apprentice really could endure it. I am afraid that in another ten or a hundred years, he can continue to wait...

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Author: I don't know where the self-confidence comes from, and I feel that Qingmo can wait for ten or a hundred years.

Wen Qingmo: I can wait, no matter how long, I can wait for Master.

Xuan Zhu: The lord has spoken, you should retreat.

Author: Hey, you all bully me, I want to write a [—beep—]... [Feeling the threat of life, I mute the sound in fear

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