Xiu Ruqin Dao cannot fall in love [Transmigration Book]

"Ming... Ming Zhishu?"

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the demon energy on his body disappeared a lot, but the sense of oppression still existed.

He was whimpering in the corner like a wounded little animal, and when he saw a familiar person, he felt a pang of grievance, and tears began to form in his eyes.

Mingzhi sat up, looked at Yuanchu, and found that Yuanchu was not as close to him as before, but huddled in a corner.

Ming Zhi wanted to ask Yuan Chu some questions, but for a while he didn't know where to start, so he tilted his head to think for a while, and asked casually, "What are you doing here?"

"I... I don't know." Yuan Chu bit his lower lip, his hands covered his head that was experiencing bouts of dull pain, his voice was hoarse and confused, mixed with heartbreaking fragility, "Uncle, I am now My head hurts so bad, my whole head is confused, I, I don't know what to do..."

"Ren Sihe said that you are the son of Yuanzu," Mingzhi didn't know how to appease Yuanchu, he moved a few steps closer to Yuanchu's direction, and asked tentatively, "You said you recovered your memory, didn't you?"

"..." Yuan Chu didn't answer, he showed his bloodshot eyes, and looked at him in the dark, which was a little scary.

"What memory did you recover?" Mingzhi continued to ask, "Is it from when you were a child?"

Yuan Chu still didn't answer, just kept his eyes open and looked at Mingzhi without saying a word.

"Actually, uncle, I am also very confused now. I watched you grow up. The little ball was brought back by your master, and it grew up after bouncing around. That’s right, why is Xiu always the same.” Mingzhi recalled the appearance of Yuanchu in the original body’s memory, and fitted it with the Yuanchu in his own memory, he said in a nostalgic tone, his voice was a little far away, “Everyone said You are a descendant of the Yuan clan, with top-notch aptitude, and everyone said that your master picked up the treasure, but you did not behave like this, and once made people suspect that your master had missed it."

At the beginning of Yuan Dynasty, after hearing Jian Xingzhi, he began to react, tears falling down, reflecting the glimmer of light in the darkness.

Taking the opportunity of nostalgia, Ming Zhi took the opportunity to move a few steps closer to him, and continued: "I always thought you were the survivor of the Yuan clan, but now I am suddenly told that you are the son of the Yuan ancestor, uncle, I feel very unreal. Think about it, Yuan Yi was a person thousands of years ago, but you were grown up by me, that is not a different era, so Uncle Master is very confused, are you really the son of Yuan Zu?"

"Uncle Ming, don't talk about it," Yuan Qu hugged his knees, buried his head in his arms in pain, "...I am."

"Senior Brother Ren is right. I have recovered my memory. My father is Yuan Yi who ruined the wind and cut off resources. My mother is the daughter of the head of the Taoist sect." Yuan Chu gritted his teeth, with hatred, " I remembered, those so-called celestial faces, they united under the banner of heaven to besiege my father, forcing my mother to hide me in an ice coffin to sleep..."

Flashes of the mother sinking her young self into the ice lake flashed in my mind, and flashes of the Yuan clan flag flying high and falling on the father, the blood stained the Yuan characters on the flag red.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he remembered the screams of the clansmen that sounded in his ears, and the bright red color woven everywhere he looked, and remembered the darkness and darkness he fell into when his mother held him in her arms, covered his ears and covered his eyes. Quiet, remembering the killing slogan shouted by the disciples of the Immortal Sect when they broke into the Yuan Clan's territory - "After killing the evil clan of the Yuan Clan, leave no one behind", remembering the coldness penetrating into the bone in the ice coffin, remembering the last lip that his mother showed to him The blood-stained smile, the figure that bloomed like a blood lotus on his ice coffin when he jumped into the frozen lake.

All the memory fragments surged out of his monstrous hatred of being exterminated deep in his memory, like ocean waves, one layer after another, gradually submerging him.

"Uncle, tell me," Yuan Chu raised his eyes, eyes full of hatred, "how can I not hate the hatred of exterminating the clan."

Mingzhi was not frightened by him, he looked at Yuanchu and asked, "Then do you hate Wuwangshan?"

"...I hate it." Yuanchu forced himself not to think about Wuwangshan in the past. He recalled how Wuwangshan killed other people in the Yuan clan when Wuwangshan was a small sect before. , the head will be separated.

Mingzhi didn't miss the pause before Yuanchu's answer, and he asked again: "Then do you also hate your master?"

"Do you hate Jian Xingzhi?" Mingzhi didn't give him a chance to answer, and asked questions one after another like a cannonball, "I hate him for taking you in, hate him for raising you, hate him for keeping everything from you, hate him Did he save you from the ice coffin, hate him for raising you like his own son, hate him for hiding the fact that you are the son of the Yuanzu just to protect you?"

Yuanchu was silent for a long time, and was about to answer, Mingzhi saw the right moment, didn't give him a chance, and said before he could speak: "Yes, these are not worth the hatred of exterminating the clan, even if the entire sect has changed people, but Jane Xingzhi's birth in Wuwang Mountain is the original sin, and he deserves to die."

"Oh, that's right," Mingzhi seemed to be stunned, and he pointed his finger at himself, "I was born in Wuwang Mountain, and I am also guilty, so you can take me first."

Yuan Chu didn't respond, Mingzhi went to see him, and saw his tears falling down, as if he had been wronged by Mo Da, and he almost burst into tears.

"Cry, what do you want to do after crying." Mingzhi was already very close to Yuanchu, he crawled over, sat against the wall next to Yuanchu, patted himself on the shoulder, "Let me lean on you first. "

Yuan Chu threw his head on Mingzhi's shoulder, and burst into tears, trying to cry out everything that was pressing on his chest.

Jian Xingzhi is his weakness. He has been looking at the ice water in the ice coffin in a daze. It was dark and bright, and finally sank in the dead darkness. After an unknown amount of time in this endless darkness, a sound of breaking water came. Then, he saw a vague figure in the darkness opened the ice coffin, picked him up from the gloomy icy lake, carried him to the surface, and allowed him to see the light again.

In the days to come, Jian Xingzhi taught him how to practice swords, taught him to write his own name, told him about the things in Yuanshi, and said that some things should not be read only by records, after all, the books left behind are written by Sheng written by

Mingzhi felt that he knew the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty very well. For example, if this guy was guided, he would not get into the horns and let him vent. It would prevent him from going to extremes and obsessing over revenge.

After all, Yuanchu was just a cute idiot in essence.

"Does your head still hurt?" After crying for an unknown amount of time, Mingzhi felt that most of his clothes were wet, so he touched Yuanchu's head and asked, "Have you cried enough?"

"Enough crying." Rubbing his eyes with swollen bubble eyes, Yuanchu felt that his head didn't hurt so much, his heart wasn't as congested, and it wasn't as bad as when he had a severe headache or when he recovered his memory. The hatred was overwhelming, and his mood calmed down a lot. Although the hatred was still there, Ming Zhi's words also made him realize that the current world of cultivating immortals is not the former world of cultivating immortals, and people have changed from batch to batch.

Yuan Chu touched his head and chest, wondering: "Master, am I insane?"

"No," Mingzhi glanced at him, and said, "The demonic energy is gone, you have failed to possess the demon."

It's hard to say whether he's happy or not, but Yuan Chu secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He remembered what he said to Mingzhi just now, looked at Mingzhi, and was about to say something.

Mingzhi once again beat him to speak, and said flatly: "The trial in the secret realm of Wuwang Mountain has suffered a bit heavy losses."

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, a question mark appeared: "?"

Mingzhi told what happened in the secret realm, and counted with his fingers: "...Yang Yanjun's life sword was almost shattered, and he was seriously injured and unconscious at the moment, but the sleeve... the life and death sword was shattered, life and death are unknown, I am afraid it is a murderer Duojishao. Then the three of us were arrested and brought to Demon Realm."

"!!!" Yuanchu had a very good relationship with Li Xiuze, he grabbed Mingzhi's hand and asked anxiously, "Senior brother Xiuze's life sword is really broken?"

Thinking of Li Xiuze, Mingzhi's mood became a little depressed. Life depends on people, but people die when they are broken. He recalled the pile of sword fragments in Gu Yichen's arms and pressed his temple.

"It's broken, but I don't know the exact situation." Mingzhi nodded, "We won't know the exact situation until we return to Wuwang Mountain."

"How is your mentality adjusted? Do you still hate the world of cultivating immortals? Do you still hate Wuwangshan?" Mingzhi asked several times, and looked at Yuanchu, "Do you want to kill me? Do you want to kill the disciples of cultivating immortals?"

At the beginning of Yuan Dynasty, scratching his cheeks, his small face was wrinkled into a ball, and it took a long time to relax, and he said honestly: "The world of cultivating immortals still hates, but I don't know who to hate, people seem to have changed, and I can't find someone to take revenge on." .”

"...then look for their graves?" Mingzhi suggested.

"..." Yuan Chu was startled, and it took him a while to say, "Master, it's not good to dig up people's ancestors' graves to vent their anger, isn't it?"

"Then do you have a better way?" Ming Zhi suggested again, "Could it be that their descendants should settle the score?"

Yuanchu's expression was very tangled: "...It's not what they did, it has nothing to do with them, and it's not good to find them..."

"Then what do you want?" Mingzhi was at a loss, he asked, "You should find some way to vent the hatred that has no place to rest?"

Yuanchu lowered his head and touched his chest. Even if his head doesn't hurt now, his consciousness is clear, but as long as he thinks of the memory of his childhood, his chest is still unspeakably heavy, and all the cells in his body are clamoring for revenge for his clansmen. .

"I want to go back to the mountain." Yuan Chu leaned on Mingzhi's shoulder, as if he had made a lot of determination, and said in a muffled voice, "Uncle Mingzhi, I want to go back to the mountain, I miss my master."

Ming Zhi listened quietly, and then heard Yuan Chu continue, "After that, I will stay on the mountain all my life and never come out again."

"It's up to you to decide." Ming Zhi fumbled around from his bosom, took out a spiritual treasure, and stuffed it into Yuan Chu's hand, "I heard that you have always wanted this, so I gave it to you."

Yuan Chu picked it up and saw that he had always wanted it, but Jian Xingzhi was carrying the cloud boat he had given to Mingzhi on his back. When his eyes touched the delicate boat in his palm, Yuan Chu's eyes widened slightly.

"The bottom of this cloud boat is broken. If you don't dislike it, you can accept it. You can repair it when you return to the mountain. Hold it now, in case the demons will feed you demon blood and make you enchanted. Looking at this thing from time to time can give you a wake-up call." Mingzhi's eyes fell on the cloud boat, and the corners of his lips suddenly raised, "But you probably don't need it after you return to the mountain. I know why your master knows that you want it." Didn't give it to you?"

Yuan Chu shook his head.

"Because he has prepared better ones for you, but his requirements are a bit high, and it will take some time for the fellow daoists who entrusted him to refine this cloud boat spirit treasure." Mingzhi looked at Yuanchu with a smile in his eyes. , "And wait patiently, or you can receive it when you go back to the mountain."

At the beginning of Yuan Dynasty, he remembered how depressed he was when he asked Jian Xingzhi to ask for a cloud boat many times, but Jian Xingzhi kept avoiding him, and finally gave the cloud boat to Mingzhi. Zun always remembers.

The author has something to say: Yuanchu recovered successfully √