Master respects him by serving the devil

If it was said that Su Ye could still keep calm thinking just now because this was an unchangeable old event 20 years ago, now, he can almost stab his eyes red by this irrational slaughter scene.

He watched helplessly that Dong Ling, whose hands, feet and spiritual power were trapped, was being gouged out of his flesh and blood. The man endured it without saying a word.

He couldn't break free from the spirit lock, and couldn't resist.

Su Siqing was almost going crazy, she wanted to rush to save people.

Even if she couldn't save Dong Ling with her meager spiritual power, she was willing to live and die with him, but she was imprisoned in place by a spell that fixed her body, unable to move.

The front of the eyes is also covered with a layer of blindness, and the world in front of them cannot be seen clearly.

Su Ye didn't know how Dongling desperately tried to stop Su Siqing after tearing up her spiritual veins after being trapped in her spiritual power.

After all, he loves her, cherishes her, pity her, even to prevent her from being implicated, to such an extent, in order to prevent her from being afraid, he endured thousands of cuts, and did not say a word.

The knife was blunt, and the sound of cutting flesh was obvious.

Su Siqing and Su Ye's five senses were blocked, they stood in the panic crowd, and it seemed like they were in a different world that was empty.

Su Siqing heard Dong Ling say: "Take the child and leave, don't look back, don't look..."

"...Don't miss me too, let's live again..."

"You Xianmen have harmed me so far, I should hate it, and it's the same for you, don't love me, hate me..."

Later, the sound transmission of the spiritual consciousness was cut off, and there was no more audio.

Su Si felt in a trance that he was in a dream, with a little hope, could it be just a nightmare?

When the obstruction of the five senses completely dissipated, they knew that Dongling was gone, he was unconscious, so they could no longer control their spiritual power to prevent them from seeing his tragic death.

Su Siqing didn't look at the blurred flesh and blood on the stage, she lowered her eyelashes obediently, turned around slowly, and walked away.

Step by step.

Among the crowds rushing to watch the fun, she became the only one against the current, shoulder to shoulder, walking against the current.

Su Ye saw those civilians or monks, one by one holding bowls and jars, running towards the Mincang Pagoda with happy faces.

"This divine descendant is not enchanted, his flesh and blood can be eaten!"

"Those who are sick can cure all diseases by eating it, and those who are not sick can prolong their lives. It's a good thing, hurry up and grab it, it will be gone when it's too late..."

……

What a joke, these people live like a joke!

Su Si's face was ashen, and he staggered. A plump woman accidentally knocked her down. The woman helped her up. Seeing that her face was ugly and the child in her arms was also emaciated, it was assumed that the mother and child must be sick. Now, seeing that her hands are empty, she feels that she probably won't be able to grab those men.

So she showed kindness, separated a small piece of meat from the bowl and jar in her arms, and handed it to Su Siqing.

She smiled kindly and said, "Hey, it's for you."

The bloody flesh was stained on the woman's plump and snow-white fingertips. Su Siqing looked up and was stunned. She froze for a long time, the blood all over her body was stagnant, and her mind was buzzing. The apricot pupils suddenly widened, and the eyeballs popped.

Seeing that she was slow and unresponsive, the woman smiled and stuffed the piece of meat into Su Siqing's hand, then turned and left.

Holding the piece of meat, Su Siqing felt that it was very strange. She blinked her eyes, not knowing where she was, what happened just now?

The fingertips are sticky minced meat, and the nasal cavity is filled with a fishy and sweet smell.

She suddenly vomited violently, and all the vomit poured into the piece of flesh in her hand.Suddenly feeling that the meat in her hand was a scourge, she screamed and threw the meat on the ground, and crawled a long way back with her hands supporting her body.

If it weren't for the swaddle being tied around her waist with a cloth belt, the baby in her arms would have been thrown into the motley crowd together with the piece of meat.

Faintly heard: "This... this is the meat of the descendants of the gods! Who lost it?"

"Who cares who lost it, the ones on the stage are not enough points, you can't grab them, hide them quickly..."

As soon as the man finished speaking, there was a lot of looting around.

What happened later was a memory that Su Ye deliberately forgot and hid in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, and he didn't want to mention it.

Since then, Su Siqing has been insane and insane. When he is crazy, he seems to have a mental illness. When he is calm, he is no different from ordinary people. At least he raised Su Ye.

Su Ye spoke later than normal children. The first word that other people's children spilled out of their mouths might be "mother" or "father", while Su Ye used the word "pain".

In front of the Compassion Cang Pagoda, although Dong Ling tried his best to prevent Su Siqing from approaching, the people who were present at that time savored the incident carefully and discovered clues. Although Yangmingshan also hid the relationship between his daughter and Dong Ling deeply, but After all, paper can't hold fire.

It turns out that Dong Ling still has a woman in the world, so he has heirs.

Back then they were extremely cruel to Dong Ling, and they couldn't help but feel ashamed in retrospect, but they tried their best to numb themselves. Those who used the wrong methods should be punished, those who committed crimes should be punished, and those who murdered should pay for their lives, so as to comfort themselves have a clear conscience.

When he knew that Dong Ling still had heirs in the world, his first reaction was probably guilt, but he was quickly soothed by the righteous theory of blood inheritance.

That's right, Dong Ling went berserk and killed more than 100 people, which shows how tyrannical his nature is. As his heir, inheriting his blood, it is naturally not much better. What's more, if the child avenges his father in the future, I'm afraid it will be a catastrophe in the world of cultivating immortals.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Most people in the world of cultivating immortals think so.

When the news spread to Yangmingshan, Su Zhiyan didn't intend to interfere in this matter. He kept silent, waved his hand, and completely severed the father-daughter relationship with Su Siqing, and was even afraid that the daughter who caused trouble would return Yangmingshan, finding his father, made him embarrassed.

But he was too worried, even if Su Siqing was cornered, he didn't go back.

It has to be said that in some respects, Su Ye is very similar to his mother, the way of thinking about problems is different from ordinary people, he does not leave any retreat when doing things, he is paranoid and stubborn.

When Su Ye was in the south of the Yangtze River, in order to avoid his cultivation and not be found by his uncle, he simply plunged into the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, a place where serious monks and nobles would never set foot. He successfully hid for many years and missed it. The best time to cultivate immortals.

In the mountains and fields, after the courtyard hut was discovered, Su Siqing took Xiao Su Ye, who could not walk, away overnight.

Immediately afterwards, he fell headlong into a spring building somewhere in a remote town.

No one would have thought that the daughter of the head of Yangming Mountain would live in Chunlou. Immortal Dong Ling used to be such a god-like person, how could his partner become a dancer?How can a child become a servant?

No one thought about it, they had successfully spent many years in that backyard.

Naturally, this smoothness is only relative.

After all, in the marketplace and among the tiles, most people don't live as happily as cultivators. Everyone has resentment in their hearts, and everyone has unspeakable scars.

Most people's way of venting is to bully the weak and fear the strong. On the one hand, they try to please the distinguished guests with sweet words and smiles, but because of their low status, they are often tortured but still greet them with a smile; Torture, vented fiercely on people whose status is lower than them, such as servants, maidservants...

Su Ye never knew who his father was. Those Yingying Yanyan who teased him laughed at him maliciously, saying that he must have been born by his mother and some benefactor.

Said he was a little bastard, a dog thing, a stinking filth rotting in the mud.

He didn't go to school, so he didn't understand at first, so he just greeted them with a smile, and took those names as his own name.

To be honest, apart from Su Ye's sallow complexion caused by being too thin and lack of nutrition for a long time, his facial features are sweet, and the two pear dimples seem to be filled with intoxicating wine.

The originally pleasing appearance became even more disgusting because of his dull eyes.

Those who scolded him didn't wait for the expected vicious dog to fight back, instead they got a smile on their face, their complexion was ugly for a moment, cloudy or sunny, and when they lost their fun, they sneered coldly and waved their sleeves and walked away.

Su Ye was not ignorant of those jokes.

Most of the time, he is always very tolerant.

In the early years, when confronted, he could always laugh it off. He didn't dare to cause any trouble. The flowers that he watered little by little maliciously still looked pink and pure on the outside, but time after time, little by little, after peeling off the shell one by one, , will eventually expose the filth inside.

The death of Xiao Yezi was the last petal of pure white that Su Ye was stripped of.

Even if Su Ye didn't want to, he was forced to reminisce about what happened in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

The first time I witnessed death with my own eyes, the first time I was stained with blood, the first time I faced life and death, the first time I was displaced, and I stumbled and traveled long distances to a strange land.

……

The nightmare is very long, as if there are thousands of years separated by mountains and mountains, but in reality, it is just a dream overnight.

When Su Ye woke up, he was very tired. He opened his eyes in panic, even though he knew very well that the place he was in might be extremely dangerous, he gave up struggling indifferently.

Tired, exhausted.

The sound of ringing bells gradually entered the ear, getting closer and clearer, Su Ye glanced at, through layers of veils, a graceful woman wearing a veil walked away with a soup bowl close.

The woman was wearing the clothes of the disciples of the Min Cang Pagoda, plain linen, the only difference was that there were exquisite ring bells hanging on her wrists and ankles, which rang with every step she touched.

After a while, the woman lifted the curtain of the bed, scooped up a spoonful of decoction and handed it to Su Ye's lips.

Su Ye turned her head and ignored it.

The woman sighed softly, took out something, peeled off the candy wrapper and handed it to Su Ye, the sweet breath mixed with the smell of medicine rushed into her nostrils.

The woman said, "I've been tossing and tossing in my dream for so long, how can I get rid of the nightmare without taking medicine? The medicine is very bitter, but after drinking, there will be sugar."

"You like...hawthorn candy."

As expected, Su Ye suddenly clenched the candy in his hand, and a pair of complicated eyes stared at the woman wearing the veil with doubt, suspicion, and disbelief.

"Who are you!" The voice was hoarse, broken with excitement.

The woman was silent for a moment, and stretched out her hand to lift the veil, Su Ye's heart suddenly hung.

The veil fell little by little, and under the veil was an unfamiliar face, to be precise, a creepy face that could stop children from crying.

Above the veil was a stunningly beautiful face, with beautiful eyebrows like daisy in distant mountains, and eyes like autumn water, but under the veil was rough bark that seemed to be cut into pieces by thousands of knives, vertical and horizontal knives The scars spread on the skin, and the opened flesh quickly scabbed without healing, leaving indelible marks.

But that face inexplicably made Su Ye feel familiar, a terrifying and strange sense of familiarity.

Seeing Su Ye staring at her face, she lowered her eyes and put on the veil again.

"Sorry, I scared you."

Su Ye tightened the candy in his hand, lowered his eyelashes, and tentatively asked in a low voice, "Did I know you?"

The woman has no intention of hiding, her tone is soft, but alienated.

"More than ten years ago, you called me Little Yezi."