Please care for Lonely and Widows Sanxian [Traveling]

Xuan Zhu casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling in his heart, it is indeed a touch of divine consciousness left by the immortal Feisheng, and his cultivation base of Sanxian can't compare with it after all.

At that time, in Youqinlian's cave, he wanted to go all out to get the magic weapon and leave early, but in his haste, he was still injured.

You Qinlian still maintained Wen Qingmo's youthful appearance, put away the sword in his hand, and boasted without hesitation: "Young man, you are very powerful. But you are so powerful, why did your original body fail to cross the tribulation at that time?" Sanxian?"

After all, Youqinlian did not reach the realm of true immortality. As a loose cultivator, Xuanzhu seemed to be inferior to his late-stage loose immortal, but when this junior tried his best, he didn't get any benefit, and even almost hurt him. Consciousness.In order to ensure that he could live a few more years with this wisp of spiritual consciousness, Youqinlian and Xuanzhu each took a step back and stopped the competition.

Xuan Zhu gave the Mo Ning Sword to the incarnation, and used other magic weapons. While taking the magic weapons, he smiled calmly and said: "The sky can be saved, the earth can be measured, only the human heart can't be guarded[1]."

After hearing this, Youqin showed a clear expression.

Then, according to the agreement, he gave Xuan Zhu what he wanted, and generously gave Xuan Zhu some other magic weapons: "I borrowed your apprentice's appearance for a while, and dragged you for a while, see you You are in a hurry, but you still have to pretend to be calm, just take it as some care for your apprentice."

Xuan Zhu made a series: "Thank you, senior."

After Xuanzhu left the cave, Youqin murmured: "It seems that I still have a connection with this world. Wen Qingmo...Wen Qingmo...I have a great destiny with you, and one day, I will also met you."

This is what Xuan Zhu cannot know.

When Xuanzhu arrived at Sanxiu Inn, he saw another self anxiously waiting for his arrival.And his little apprentice was lying on the bed with a pale face, and for a moment he felt as if he had returned to the time when he rescued Wen Qingmo at the beginning of the year.

Xuan Zhu withdrew his divine consciousness, walked to the bed, and found that Wen Qingmo was still wearing a woman's clothes.

He took out a snow-white coat from the sumeru bag.

Xuanzhu helped Wen Qingmo, who was unaware, take off his clothes. After taking off his clothes, he found that although the apprentice was white and thin, the place where he should grow was still quite good.

Qing Mo has really grown up.

Thinking of this, he felt a little inexplicably guilty, and his subordinates couldn't help speeding up.

After helping Wen Qingmo get dressed again, Xuan Zhu backed away from the bed, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp.He cursed secretly, scolding himself that even if the apprentice became an adult, he was still an apprentice, no matter how he looked at it, he became embarrassed.

Wen Qingmo seemed to be disturbed by a nightmare, and started talking nonsense.

"Master, I'm going to be out of my body soon. These cultivation bases of mine belong to you. Don't waste it. I'm willing to give it to you."

"Master... You asked me to save you... Hehe, it's ridiculous. You know, I've been waiting for this day for a long time... How long have I endured... How long have I been in pain..."

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Hearing those voices calling for Master but not for him, Xuan Zhu hurriedly went to the bedside and sat down again. He lowered his eyes and gently wiped off the sweat on his apprentice's face.Then, spread out the palm, and a glazed lamp appeared on the palm.

This is the low-grade celestial artifact that Xuan Zhu got from Youqinlian - the Meteorite Glazed Seal Lamp.

This glazed lamp is made of a piece of extraterrestrial stone into a lamp shape. It does not need a wick, and it becomes bright after being injected with cultivation.A Buddhist cultivator of Daluo Jinxian level once injected a trace of divine power into this glazed lamp. As long as the wick lights up, the cultivation base in the cultivator's body can be brought out of order, and it can also guide the cultivator to avoid going crazy.

In addition, when you advance in the future, light this lamp, you can advance more smoothly, and it will be of great help to your practice.

However, this is only effective for the infatuation in the early stage, and people's hearts are uncontrollable. If you choose the magic way in the end, then even having this glazed lamp is useless.It was precisely because of the divine power of Buddha Xiu that this jade seal lamp, which was only a middle-grade treasure, immediately rose to the level of a low-grade fairy weapon.

Thousands of years ago, this long-lost glazed lamp suddenly reappeared in the world in the hands of a casual cultivator who crossed the catastrophe in the late Mahayana period. , this casual cultivator is probably already wiped out—the Meteorite Glazed Seal Lamp has also been collected by him into his cave treasure house.

Xuan Zhu closed his eyes, put his index finger and middle finger together, and touched Wen Qingmo's forehead.

When the cultivation base is poured into the glazed lamp, the glazed lamp instantly bursts into light, illuminating the room.

Xuanzhu's primordial spirit entered Wen Qingmo's inner mansion again, and he also saw a special energy that he had seen not long ago, but this time it had obviously evolved towards a demonic energy, and began to have the breath of a demonic cultivator.That wisp of devilish energy became a thin thread, entangled and broken the golden core, and there was a faint tendency to integrate with the golden core.

With the help of the magical power of the Liuyin Lantern, Xuan Zhu wanted to strip away the devilish energy, but the devilish energy was surprisingly tenacious and could not be removed. But the strange thing was that, just like last time, it neither repelled him nor lured him. Let him learn about it.

What memories do you want him to see this time?

So weird.

Oddly enough, Xuan Zhu once again separated his primordial spirit to probe into the demon energy, and saw a memory that was different from the last time.

In a dark night, in a ruined temple.

The ragged boy curled up at the foot of the dilapidated Buddha statue, buried his head between his arms.He knew that under his tattered clothes, the wound that could not be concealed was still oozing blood, but what did it matter? This look.

The poisonous bug that I ate this time seems to be better than last time, at least it is not too painful now.But the wind blowing in from outside the ruined temple is really cold.

The boy shrank and hugged himself even tighter.

After a stick of incense, the severe pain that I thought would never come suddenly hit me violently.

The boy fell to the ground, his tight lower lip began to bleed, and it flowed from the corner of his mouth, but even so, he still couldn't stop the pain that surged from the depths of his body, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a painful sob.

It turned out that it wasn't better than last time, it was just that the onset was slower.

This pain is even more painful than the last time the poison of ten thousand insects devoured it, it hurts more than any other time... No, maybe the next time it will be more painful than this time.

Every time, every time, he thought it would be the most painful, but the next time it would be the most painful pain of the last time.

"Boy, master is going out to find a few monks to try out new tricks. You can slowly endure this pain here. When I come back, I might bring you a new poison. Look forward to it."

The young man still remembered the words his master left him before he left.

How did he answer, oh, he suppressed his nausea, pretended to be a good apprentice, and said "I will wait for Master to come back, Master, be careful on the way".

"Boom" sound.

There was a loud thunder, and a ray of sky light was split on the top of the temple where there was a big gap, and then the sky began to rain, and then the light rain turned into a torrential rain, which fell from the top of the temple to the ground, and then fell heavily on the ground. The boy's face on the ground.

He felt something drip from his eyes.

When the pain became more intense each time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and cried out silently, tears gushing out, biting his lower lip tightly, blood was bitten out of his lip again, and he sobbed silently.

After weeping for a while, the boy finally cried out.

He rolled on the ground, screaming in pain, only wishing to reduce the pain on his body.

He thought, the cries mixed with the thunder, the tears mixed with the rain, and it happened that one couldn't tell what was what.

After several rounds of pain, his body was covered with sticky and coagulated blood. He seemed to hear footsteps vaguely.

Master is back?No, not Master's footsteps.

Thinking this way, when the young man stopped talking, he endured the pain and curled up again, shrank under the Buddha statue, and raised his head timidly. At this time, there was another ray of skylight above, and the face of the future man was reflected exceptionally clear.

It was a man's face that looked clean and comfortable, not Master's extremely ugly face that gave off a stench every time he approached it.

However, this is a cultivator!

When he noticed the innocent breath, the boy panicked.

He is a demon cultivator, and at this painful moment, if this cultivator wants to kill him, he has no chance of escape.

If it was said that he had been struggling to survive being tortured by poison, at this moment, he was on the verge of despair again.

The young man begged for mercy hoarsely, hoping to gain a chance of life: "No, don't kill me... I was forced... I was forced to cultivate demons..."

The man squatted down slowly, using his magic power to isolate the rain from his surroundings.He put his hand on the young man's head, and his voice was surprisingly gentle: "Son, don't be afraid, I am a monk who traveled down the mountain from the Qimen Temple of Silan Castle in the southwest, let me help you find out what's wrong with you, okay ?"

Usually, he would never trust others easily.

But today, maybe because the pain was too much, maybe this night was too fragile, or the monk's eyes were too convincing, he not only believed the monk, but also faced the monk's question afterwards, Unknowingly confided the status quo.

He said he was forced to practice magic by a magician.

The demon cultivator found him by looking for a physique that was suitable for cultivation and was absorbed by magic energy according to a secret book.Moxiu used the refined poisonous insect monster to let him practice vicious exercises after eating it.If it weren't for his special physique, ordinary people would have died long ago due to being transformed into meridian bursts in severe pain.When the demon cultivator found the young man, he said that his physique was one in a million, and he should be born to walk the path of the demon cultivator.

He practiced this technique, even if he was absorbed by that person, but because of the effect of poisonous insects and monsters, he could recover his cultivation base with his own ability later, and his cultivation base would not regress, but his promotion speed would become faster and faster in the later stage. quick.If it wasn't for the demon cultivator who knew that too much was too late, and he couldn't do it overnight, he wouldn't have kept him alive for so long.

After learning about the sufferings the young man suffered, the man thought of something, and muttered to himself: "There are obviously more pure demonic cultivation techniques, why are there still so many demonic cultivation techniques that are so eager for vicious ones? If it is him ...I must not be ashamed of this." He sighed, and said pitifully, "My child, my main body soul is already in the integration period, and this time it is just an incarnation. If I bring you back, I can help you suppress these raging things. the magic energy."

After hearing this, the young man didn't show the joy he should have, and his expression could be called calm: "Senior, that person told me that even if the demonic energy is suppressed, the poisonous insects and monsters in my body have already penetrated into the bone marrow, and can no longer be removed. What's more, I'm already in the magic baby stage. If I don't continue to practice, even if I can suppress it for a while, one day, I will still eat myself back. I have to practice, continue to practice...there is a possibility of surviving... "

"Son, you..." The man obviously didn't expect the boy to say such words without sadness or joy. He was in a trance, and after a while, as if he had made a decision that he did not regret, he said to the boy, "Come back with me as you wish." , I will definitely protect you, at least let you live this life in peace."

Hearing the man's words, the young man's expression finally fluctuated, and he was full of disbelief in the shock, but he quickly calmed down, and told the situation facing the demon cultivator in this world today: "Senior, you should know If a cultivator encounters a demon cultivator, he will be killed."

If a cultivator brings back a demon cultivator, it’s nothing more than to take care of him, then this senior will definitely be blindsided and humiliated in his own school in the future, and maybe he will be regarded as the accomplice of the demon cultivator. Better off.

He will kill him, even the monks in the fusion period will be outnumbered when facing other monks who are outnumbered, and waiting for them may be the end of death.

Moreover, if it were to end like that——

"I know, but," the monk in front of him smiled. From this smile, it seemed that he was thinking of an old friend. There was no lack of bitterness and remorse, and the monk continued, "I missed such an opportunity, and I don't want to do it again." Make yourself regret it."

The young man shook his head and raised a smile. He knew that his face was yellow and thin due to constant torture, and even a smile must be ugly, but the monks in front of him must be able to feel his gratitude and gratitude.

His words were sonorous, and he said solemnly: "Senior, thank you for your kindness, forgive me for not accepting it. Now that I have become like this, how can I live this life in peace. I will never die like this." Every word of the young man They all carry the deep-rooted hatred that only I understand, "Even if I have to die, I will see that person step into the underworld before me, and I will be willing."

The author has something to say: [1] The sky can be saved - evil and deceitful people, author: Bai Juyi

small theater:

Author: Guess who the monk at the Gate of Miracles is?

Xuan Zhu: Look at the text!Any hints given?Just let guess without giving a hint, and I will blow you up for the readers.

Author: I gave a hint, readers who are so smart will definitely guess it, forget it, anyway, it will be revealed in the next chapter, let alone the hint.

Xuan Zhu: I really want to blow you away for the readers.

Author: Help!The author suffered from periarthritis of the shoulder, it is already very painful, don't bully me.

Xuan Zhu: Forget it, everyone must not be willing to bully you.

Author: I really want your magic medicine that can cure all diseases.

Xuanzhu: Unfortunately, there is a thick wall of dimension between us.

Author: QAQ