Please care for Lonely and Widows Sanxian [Traveling]

The boy staggered up from the ground, with a cute smile on his face again, and walked towards the path he chose.

"Master, I'm already in the middle stage of the magic baby."

The old man with a scary face seemed to be in a good mood when he heard these words: "Okay, okay, I haven't seen you for a few days, from the early stage to the middle stage, after eating these poisons, the later stage will not be a problem."

Before Xuan Zhu could withdraw from the perspective of the boy's memory, the picture suddenly spun, and in the blink of an eye, other memories began.

……

After a hundred years, the boy has grown into a youth.

He tasted the pain for more than three hundred years, and each time it was more painful than the last one. Later, he was able to numbly feel the pain of his body being torn apart, and then found himself advancing again and again in the numbness.It is precisely because of this that after a hundred years, he reached the mid-stage of Void Fragmentation in a time that no one else could have dreamed of. If he said it, he would probably become famous in the entire magic cultivator, but he did not have such thoughts and extravagant hopes.

He has only one wish.

And his only wish—

Today, it may be possible.

His master is now going through the test of the catastrophe.

This day's calamity really didn't come at the right time, it came at the moment when Master was seriously injured.Speaking of it, I would also like to thank the monk who had been kind to him, for allowing him to be with him for a while after a hundred years.

When the monk saw him, he recognized him at a glance.Then he questioned what Master had done to him.

Then, the master attacked the monk with a distorted expression, every move was fierce, like crazy.

He just stood aside and watched the monk fight with the master.The cultivation base of the monk should have improved in the past hundred years, and he is not at all inferior to the master who has cultivated in the late Mahayana.

In the end, with both of them hurt, the master sensed the coming of his own catastrophe, and fled to this mountain range in a hurry. Before he was ready, the thunder came down with lightning speed.

The golden thunder was billowing, and the thunder and lightning struck down were as real as they were, carrying the coercion of the supreme way of heaven, falling on the whole body of the old man in front of him, every winding thunder seemed to smash people to pieces, Let people go away.

The ugly old man used his practice to resist the catastrophe, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. Before he could adjust his breath, the next thunder came.

The master asked him to stand aside to protect him. He watched all this from a distance, but he was sneering in his heart, even—— he thought it was funny.

Master, you must have never imagined that you would end up like this.

When the eighth catastrophe fell, and the front was struggling to overcome the catastrophe, the late Mahayana demon cultivator who seemed to be about to lose his soul in the next second, tried his best to transmit the sound to the young man who was guarding him, and only had time to say two words: [Help me ! ]

Listening to the voice echoing in his mind, the young man remained motionless.

He knew that Master believed that he would save him.In the past, the old man was hunted down by the righteous way several times. He voluntarily donated his cultivation again and again, said many nice words to the old man, and showed his willingness, so that he almost believed that he really had a mentor-student relationship with the old man.

But in the end, that was just the begging he had put on for a hundred years.

The old man was furious at the young man's indifference, and the young man's name he yelled was erased again, and his face was distorted even more with anger: "You villain! I ask you to help me!"

The words "Help me" kept replaying in his mind, one after another, until he was hoarse.

But he still doesn't care.

Not enough, this bit of pain for the old man can't dispel his century-old misery at all.Finally, under the hoarseness of the old man, the young man responded via sound transmission: [Master, as long as our master-servant contract is still in place, I can't harm you. ]

[That doesn't help me——! ]

[Master, when have you been so naive. ]

No need to say anything, just one sentence made the old man understand that his disciple's alienation has never disintegrated.

[You villain!I have fed the dog for your master-student friendship! ]

Master-student friendship...

Heh, do you have a master-student relationship with me?Have it?

Maybe there was.

At that time, several cultivators died tragically at the hands of the old man. The reason was not because the monks realized their identities as demon cultivators, but because they looked at the old man more often, and the old man started killing them, causing them to be hunted down by countless sects.Later, he lost to the monks. If it wasn't for the old man's help, he would have been decapitated long ago...

However, that kind of rescue only made him suffer a few more times.After the pain, the improvement of his cultivation base made the old man rejoice. He continued to use this extreme behavior to bring him close to death several times, and then improved his cultivation base.

The violent wind blew the young man's robe and waist-length hair.The young man turned a deaf ear to the old man's furious scolding, and stood with his hands behind his back, watching all this indifferently.

In the end, he watched the old man lose to the Eighth Heavenly Tribulation, and under the condition that he would never rescue him, he chose to fight the old man and turn into a scatterer.

At this time, the cultivator who had just come into close combat with the young master appeared beside the young man.

The old man seemed to have sensed the arrival of the monk, and the primordial spirit, which was already fighting against the instability of the heavenly way, fluctuated violently...

Seeing the young man, the monk breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that you are fine."

The young man said: "Thanks to senior, it is my master who is busy now."

Hearing the words, the monk turned his eyes to the demon cultivator who was crossing the tribulation in the distance. The concern he showed to the young man just now was gone, and only a trace of indifference remained: "Your master, I am afraid that the crossing of the tribulation will fail."

I don't know if he heard the monk's words, the horrifying old face was tearing open, he vomited blood mouthful, his whole body seemed to be split open, and the blood kept bleeding, he didn't understand these things. As if he cared, he laughed maniacally: "Hahahahahahaha! I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled... I have been fighting all my life, I have been fighting all my life, and I have made myself look like a ghost, but in the end Still lost."

"The law of heaven is not fair! The law of heaven is not fair——!"

The old man's voice was already hoarse, and when he raised his head and roared, the last and strongest catastrophe fell from the sky and landed among the mountains.

Everything in the field of vision was buried by the dazzling white light, and the phrase "the law of heaven is not fair" also stopped abruptly in this piece of white.

I don't know how long it took, when the white light faded from the field of vision little by little, and the mountains became a piece of scorched earth, the demon cultivator who had crossed the catastrophe had disappeared in the powerful catastrophe just now.

When everything came to an end, the young man teleported to the place where the old man was standing just now.He looked up at the sun above his head, and after a while, he looked back at the monk who was following him, and said calmly, "It's all over."

The monk also followed, his face was still gloomy after being injured, and he asked, "What are your plans from now on?"

The young man stretched out his hand, looked at his palm, and clenched it into a fist, as if holding the sunlight falling on his palm, and repeated: "Are you planning?"

In the past, it was his extravagant wish to survive and watch his master go to the end.Now that this extravagant wish has been realized, his heart is empty instead, and he doesn't know what to do next.

but……

The young man looked directly at the cultivator, his gaze was as determined as before: "I will take a good look at this cultivation world that I have never seen carefully before, learn to control my heart, and will never follow the path of that person and the current demon cultivators. road."

Today's magic cultivator is not only the object of fear and fear for all living beings, but also the object of countless monks who kill them quickly.Just because demonic cultivators continue to kill monks, and use ordinary people as furnaces, as a tool for rapid cultivation and advancement, all demonic cultivators want to take shortcuts, and they all believe that since cultivating demons, they will sink into desires and let that If the heart of desire that is constantly being enlarged becomes a demon, why not do it—this is the ending he absolutely does not want to go to.

The monk was stunned for a long time. He stared at the young man. Finally, as if he remembered something, he said with emotion: "Someone once told me something similar to you. He said, 'You cultivate the heart, but I cultivate the devil. It is to keep your heart, which is more difficult than your cultivation, and cultivating demons is no worse than cultivation, why should I be chased by you everywhere.'”

The young man was shocked. Although he felt that such words were somewhat familiar, he didn't think much about it. He said, "I don't know if I have a chance to meet that senior?"

The monk sighed, and didn't say much, just said: "I haven't heard from him for hundreds of years, so I don't know where he is now. However, I believe that he must be walking on the road of cultivating demons that he thinks, Stay true to your heart. He is a genius in the first place, perhaps he has successfully escaped from the human world and entered the demon world."

The young man listened silently, and when the monk finished speaking, he suddenly made an edit and respectfully said: "I have never asked the senior's name, but I hope to tell the junior, the junior will definitely remember this life."

If it wasn't for meeting the monk this time, the master would not have failed to cross the tribulation due to serious injuries, and he would not have been freed so easily.Speaking of which, the monk has shown him kindness twice.

The monk seemed to have just remembered that he had never exchanged names with the young man. He smiled and said, "My name is Youqinlian."

When the young man heard the words, he was suddenly stunned and lost his voice for a moment.

He hesitated to speak, and Youqin asked him if there was anything he wanted to say, even though he said it, he knew it would be endless.

The young man paused for a moment, but asked: "Senior Youqin, do you know who my master is?"

You Qinlian probably didn't expect him to ask this question, he was stunned for a moment, and replied: "A demon cultivator who has done all kinds of bad things has already lost his soul, and I don't need to know who it is."

The young man bit his lips, and then said each word: "He said that his name was Fu Yushan, and he became a good friend with a cultivator hundreds of years ago. He didn't want to be deceived and betrayed by that person in the end. He said that the person's name was You Qinlian... Senior, is that you?"

In this way, Fu Yushan once said how ridiculous it was when he was young that he wanted to stick to his own heart.

Could it be that the person senior said was really Fu Yushan?

He didn't want to think so, but after seeing the change in Youqinlian's expression, he was convinced that that person was indeed Fu Yushan.

The smile on the corner of Youqin's mouth disappeared when he heard the name "Fuyu Mountain". He listened to what the young man said in a daze, his face became blank.

That day, Youqin stood silently between the sky and the earth, as if she had lost her mind, and was stunned for a long time.

……

The next day, the young man bid farewell to Youqin in front of an unnamed grave.

The young man said: "Senior Youqin, see you by fate."

"Wait." Youqin called to stop the young man who turned around and wanted to leave.

The appearance of a monk who has passed the Nascent Soul stage is not old, but these two days, Youqin Lian feels like he has suddenly aged decades. He put away the exhaustion and sadness on his face, and said: "Son, Thank you for accompanying me these few days... I'm also confused, and I haven't asked your name yet."

The young man was stunned.

He was a little beggar as long as he could remember, and he didn't have a serious name. The beggars called him "Little Ningzi" because he was picked up by an old beggar on a bridge called "Ningyue Bridge".Only later...

After meeting Fu Yushan, Fu Yushan gave him a name.

In the past 300 years, except for Fu Yushan who occasionally called him by his name, no one else knew or called him by his name. Whenever he heard an old man call him, only then would he remember that he had a name.

——Boy, the name Xiao Ningzi is really ugly.Let me name you Ning Qingmo.

——Master, what you say is what you say.Forgive me for being stupid, what does Qing Mo mean?

——Jun Qing, two strangers.Boy, you have to remember that if you meet someone who makes you want to pour out your heart and soul in the future, never let that kind of mood grow, don't entrust your life to the other party, let alone your heart.Because, maybe one day, you will be betrayed and abandoned by the other party.

The author has something to say: Thank you little angel Yuhunxiaoguanghui for throwing another mine and giving me an affectionate hug and memoda!

Next update on Thursday 19th~

My left shoulder hurt for a week, and it still hurt after three days of rest, and the efficiency of coding was dragged down abruptly.