Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

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Ji Qianshan.

He had almost forgotten where the name came from.

His name wasn't Ji Qianshan, or rather, he didn't have a name at all.

It's just that on that day, Lord Longyou waded through the sea of ​​blood alone, and walked alone in the sea of ​​blood for 900 years, when he reached the middle of the sea of ​​blood, he suddenly had an immature baby in his hands.The baby seemed to be born out of a sea of ​​blood. The blood red sea water on his body had not faded away. Under the remaining sea water was white and tender skin. His eyes were as bright and clear as black pearls in a mercury dish.

Fang Yanchu hugged the baby with both hands, and almost froze in place.The erosion of the sea of ​​blood on the ascetics is enough to break the spirit of every ascetic and disintegrate the flesh and blood. In the past 900 years, Fang Yanchu has not been suffering from this kind of heart-pounding pain for a moment.But the moment the baby appeared in his hands, the pain that seemed to tear him apart automatically faded away, leaving only the child's bright black eyes staring at him timidly.

I saw that the child looked at him curiously at first, rolling his black pearl-like eyes, and then suddenly giggled as if remembering something, and with difficulty propped himself up gently with his joint-like arms. Wrapped around Fang Yanchu's neck.The bread-like soft cheeks were light and small, resting on the side of Fang Yanchu's face, he tapped Fang Yanchu's earlobe slowly with his little finger, and Chu's voice was like a kitten: "TuTu is flying away."

At that moment, Fang Yanchu's heart seemed to be touched by that little hand, and a tear fell from his eyes.

This child is the incarnation of the sea of ​​blood, the place where all the wastes of this world are gathered, but he is so clean, as pure as a newborn cub of human beings.

In the next 900 years, this child has been with Fang Yanchu all the time. He lives in a hundred years and dies in a hundred years. He has experienced nine lives and deaths in this way. When Fang Yanchu finally walked out of the range of the sea of ​​​​blood, there was already a nine-year-old child at hand. .

"God..."

Ji Qianshan still remembers how the people on the shore saw him when he followed Fang Yanchu ashore.They looked at Fang Yanchu with admiration and fear, and looked at themselves with disgust and fear, as if the two of them were the most horrible and dirty things in the world.

They exclaimed in fear: "Born in a sea of ​​blood, a hundred years is one year old. It's a demon, it's the way of the devil..."

He raised his head to look at the expressionless Fang Yanchu, and tightly pinched the corner of Fang Yanchu's sleeve with his fingers, fearing that he would push himself into the sea of ​​blood again after hearing what others said.Facing the bustling rumors, Fang Yanchu didn't pay any attention to them, but raised his head high and said to the sky: "Heavenly Dao, now that I have walked out of the sea of ​​blood, you should give me an explanation."

Heaven was silent, Ji Qianshan could only hear the wind beside his ears, the wind was strong by the sea, the wind howled like crying from his left ear to his right ear, and ran back screaming from his right ear.After a while, all ascetics all over the world heard the same voice, which was high and ethereal.

He said, "The return of the saint."

There can only be one saint in a world, and all saints are ants.Everyone in the monastic world is scrambling, scheming, hustle and bustle, just to fight for the seat of a saint.

Tiandao's move not only gave Fang Yanchu the highest authority in the world, but also placed the sharpest knife in the world on Fang Yanchu's head.

There is no one who does not want to be sanctified. Apart from extreme strength and luck, the most important thing is that sanctification is the only way to prove the Tao.Each of them's orthodoxy, each of their pursuit is nothing more than different routes to the same goal, and no one wants to prove that they are correct.

But Fang Yanchu became a saint just by wading in the sea of ​​blood, they refused to accept it.What should I do if I don't accept it?The only thing the monastic world told them was to fight and rob if they refused to accept.

Fang Yanchu was the target of all the criticism given to them by the way of heaven.

And as if he was afraid that this group of people would not have a reason to do it, after that, Tiandao gave everyone a justifiable reason, and his illusory voice continued: "The incarnation of the blood sea is born as a demon, and the demon way has been born. The way of heaven is opposite, one ebbs and another ebbs and flows. Those who are demons should not be forgiven."

Ji Qianshan had already witnessed such a scene when Ji Qianshan had just bled into the sea and didn't understand anything. Countless arrows shot straight at him. With countless gale winds coming, the golden flames, like the scorching sun, instantly evaporated the remaining blood on the shore of the Blood Sea.

People watching the arrows on the shore are like watching the fire from the other side. Among all the voices, only Kong Qu's voice broke through the sky, as sharp as a whistle: "Vulcan stop——"

The golden fire light came to the two of them in an instant, and its downward momentum remained undiminished under the interference of Kong Qu's voice, like a sharp knife cutting down, vowing to cut Fang Yanchu and the two of them under the arrow.

However, at this moment, Fang Yanchu did not back down.He took out a Bai Shengsheng sword from his sleeve, the light of that sword was restrained under the firelight, it was as pale as a white bone.In the next second, Fang Yanchu turned the sword suddenly, and the light on the sword flashed across Ji Qianshan.He couldn't help raising his head, and the shadow of the sword was reflected in his pearly eyes.

With a sound of "clang", the oncoming arrows scattered under the sharp blade of the sword, countless fragments of the arrows wrapped in flames were scattered in the sea of ​​blood, and when the scorching fire touched the water of the sea of ​​blood, it stirred up There was a violent white mist, and after the white mist, there was a silent and calm water surface.

At that moment, the strong wind suddenly rose, and the air flow rose from the point where the arrow and the sword edge touched the ground, and fled in all directions. The fleeing air flow stepped on the surface of the sea of ​​blood, and the entire water surface was pressed like a mirror. Same level.

The other arrows that followed were blown out of direction by the scattered air currents, and fell in all directions, half of them landed on the rocks beside the blood sea, and the other half rushed to fall into the blood sea. middle.

"Mr. Longyou, do you want to protect the Demonic Dao?" Vulcan's voice was deep and powerful, suppressed by anger, like a burning flame beeping beeping, hiding the power of rage that swept through everything.

Fang Yanchu's voice was like the sea of ​​blood at the moment, calm as a mirror: "Vulcan, you and I have no grudges in the past, and we have no grudges in the present, why bother to force each other."

"Mr. Longyou, am I forcing you? It is already a serious crime for you to destroy sacred objects for your own selfish desires, and now you are covering up the devil's way. Isn't a sea of ​​blood enough for you to leave?"

"Oh, for my own selfish desire?" Fang Yanchu's long robe dragged to the ground, his wide sleeves were blown up by the wind, and the coiled dragon on his clothes was flying with the wind, like a living thing. Xuan Tianjun was forced into the Shadow World? What did he do wrong that he didn't even have a chance to meet me?"

The brilliance of Kong Qu withdrew his wings and fell beside Fang Yanchu, his face was like a bright moon, like a flawless flower blooming fiercely in the seaside wind.There seemed to be blood in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth with tears and held back the hatred: "Why don't you let me see him again?"

"Kong Qu, I know that you and Xuan Tianjun have always had a close relationship, but the way of heaven is the way of heaven, and no one can change the decisions it makes."

"What fate?" Fang Yanchu sneered, the Panlongyou on his body went to his hand, and bit open a small bottle in his hand.Suddenly, a piece of azure liquid floated on his hand, that piece of blue was like a piece of ocean torn from the sea, quietly exuding a quiet and dangerous blue.

Even if it was far away, Ji Qianshan could still see Vulcan's sudden change of expression: "The spirit of the East China Sea? You didn't destroy it?"

"I've let you down." The blue line gradually rose, forming a transparent barrier in front of Fang Yanchu, his voice became distant and blurred, "How can the sacred objects of heaven and earth be destroyed so easily? "

Almost at the moment when the barrier was raised, Vulcan drew his bow and set an arrow, and the intense fire burned the arrow and also the bow, until Vulcan's entire body was engulfed in the flames.This arrow, sacrificing the life of the Vulcan, pierced through the thousands of sky and roared, and the gorgeous and flowing fire was spectacular.

Under the rocket, Fang Yanchu was as insignificant as a willow branch swaying in the wind. He turned around gently, squatted down in the firelight and held Ji Qianshan's hair and asked, "What's your name?"

"..." Ji Qianshan didn't speak, just looked at him blindly.The incarnation of the sea of ​​blood has no resemblance to thousands of people in this world. It has no name and surname.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fang Yanchu pushed the broken hair on his forehead with his fingers, and said softly: "You are only nine years old, and you are still a child with me. You are born from a sea of ​​blood. There are thousands of mountains and rivers, and the mountains have an endless shape and an air of earth. From now on, you will be called Ji Qianshan, okay?"

After that, he stood up and led Ji Qianshan out in the white smoke where the barrier made by the essence of the East China Sea collided with the fire.The crowd receded like a tide, and he walked past the Vulcan who had turned into raging fire, and walked out of the sea of ​​blood that had turned into scorched earth.

The blue figure of the Essence of the East China Sea wobbled to show him the way, and at the end Fang Yanchu waved in the air twice as if he was bored.The Essence of the Eastern Sea circled around Fang Yanchu twice, floated in front of him and blessed his body, performed some kind of formal ceremony, turned around and disappeared into the sky.

Up to now, the spirit of the East China Sea has become a fairy, and she no longer remembers that she met Ji Qianshan when she was not yet human.But even if the spirit of the East China Sea had already cultivated spiritual wisdom at that time, I'm afraid I don't remember it now.

Ji Qianshan knew very well that not only the spirit of the East China Sea would not remember, but everyone who guarded the shore that day would not remember, let alone Fang Yanchu.

Now, Ji Qianshan is the only one who remembers the light of the fire that day, and how Yan Chu brushed his hair under the fire that filled the sky, and his voice was like the wind blowing from thousands of years ago: "From now on, you will be called Ji Qianshan." How is Qianshan?"

From then on, the child in the sea of ​​blood had a name, and some people always remembered him, calling out this name repeatedly on the tip of their tongues.From the sea of ​​blood, he obtained the warmth of thousands of years.

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The first encounter between my fateful boss Fang and Xiao Ji