Master respects him by serving the devil

The flames of the trapped cage scorched a large area of ​​Su Ye's clothes and skin. He didn't seem to feel any pain. He just carefully held Sui Qiong in his arms and walked out step by step.

No one dared to stop him, the monks stepped back step by step, their eyes were alert, and they pulled out their magical weapons.

Even a cage can't trap him, what else can stop him?

"Where are you going?"

Shi Yu Nie broke away from the monk who was holding him back, and asked Su Ye.

Su Ye blinked and stared blankly at Shi Yu Nie for a while, as if he remembered this person after passing through the mountains and mountains through the ages, the cruelty in his eyes suddenly dissipated a lot.

Holding the Broken Joan in his arms, he was persistent and gentle: "Find someone to fix them for me..."

His eyes flicked over hundreds of moving heads, and Su Ye's eyes suddenly lit up, with a smile on his lips, "Do any of you know how to refine weapons? Help me..."

That kind of smile is normal on anyone's face, but it is especially weird on this devil who has just killed someone, broke through the cage, and exudes the smell of burnt meat. The eyes are not smiling, but sick.

Those who were swept by those scarlet eyes backed away unconsciously, and the alarm bells rang.

The dungeon was crowded, but the hundreds of immortal monks were silent, except for the heavy panting of nervousness and the occasional clanging of swords and halberds, there was nothing else.

"It can't be repaired, it's all broken like that, how can I repair it?"

I don't know who mumbled something, and then drowned in the crowd of people.

"...Can't it be repaired?"

Su Ye repeated these three words repeatedly, as if he didn't understand the meaning. From confusion to sadness, to despair and anger, when he raised his eyes again, it was full of darkness.

He raised his hand, spiritual currents surged around him, and the monk who had just been hiding in the crowd was suddenly sucked out. In an instant, the man's neck was strangled by Su Ye, and he didn't even have time to call for help.

A suffocating haze pervades the dark dungeon.

The monk's face was flushed red, he was struggling with his arms and legs, and he looked for help helplessly, but no one stepped forward to save him.

"What can't be repaired? Why can't it be repaired? Why can't it be repaired?" A voice of questioning, chilling to the bone.

"Su Ye! Su Qiming! Are you still going to kill someone?" Xue Lang scolded coldly.

"Do you still have a few lives on your hands? One by one, the heinous crimes have already been committed. I advise you not to commit any more crimes!" This sentence seems to be persuading Su Ye to put down the butcher knife, but it makes people feel uncomfortable .

It can also be understood as, anyway, your hands are stained with blood, and you are heinous, killing one more and killing one less, it makes no difference.

Is this persuading surrender, or is it inspiring the evil thoughts of fanatics?

Su Ye, who was in a daze, naturally ignored it. With one hand, he was protecting the Sui Qiong that was wrapped around the hem of his clothes, and with the other, he was pinching the man's neck. There was an indescribable sickness in his dark eyes.

"presumptuous!"

Hong Zhong's thick and vigorous voice floated in the narrow and long passageway, echoing and not subsiding for a long time.

Everyone looked up to find the source of the voice, they were still looking at the distant road, and felt a gust of wind blowing, and the person who came was already standing in front of them.

"Don't add any more murders."

The one who came was an old man with white beard and hair, long and narrow eyes, and a rather fairy-like appearance, with a horse-hair tail whisk hanging on his arm, wide robe and wide sleeves, not like ordinary people.

The experienced and sharp-eyed cultivator immediately recognized it, and exclaimed, "You...are you that Old Ancestor Yun from Yunmiao Mountain!"

Everyone sighed for a while, they never expected to see Patriarch Yun again in their lifetime, this patriarch lived at least 200 years, after [-] years ago, he never appeared in front of the crowd again.

Ancestor Yun's cultivation was unfathomable. While everyone hoped that Ancestor Yun would pacify Kyushu and kill demons, at the same time, they were worried that Kyushu might really be in chaos, and even Ancestor Yun would come out of the mountain.

My heart is cloudy and uncertain.

Old Ancestor Yun nodded, his gaze kept on Su Ye.

"Mojun, I haven't seen you for many years. I never thought that you are still alive."

As soon as this title was heard, Su Ye trembled all over. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips, as if he had woken up a lot.

"Old man, you have identified the wrong person."

"Ah……"

Old Ancestor Yun chuckled, "How could this old man admit his mistake? Even if the face of the Demon Lord has turned into ashes, I can still recognize him. 200 years ago, when the Demon Lord slaughtered my three thousand disciples in Yunmiao Mountain, it would not be as it is now. Dare to do or not to act."

"........."

Even in the memory of 200 years ago, Su Ye searched his brains, but he still couldn't remember when he slaughtered Yunmiao Mountain.

Perhaps it was his silence, which made people feel that he had acquiesced. With the backing of Old Ancestor Yun, they no longer feared, and started talking one after another.

The monk who was strangled by the throat had already passed out, Su Ye didn't intend to kill this person, so he threw it away.

At this moment, he only felt that his mind was very messy, and the broken memories were like the moon in the cracked water, flowers in the mirror, and the ups and downs could not be seen through and could not be retrieved.

He didn't want to see these people, he just wanted to find a quiet place and find a way to repair both the jade ring and the ice tape.

As soon as he took a step, he was stopped by Old Ancestor Yun.

"The devil just left like this?"

"……Step aside."

Su Ye wanted to say "I'm not", but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say it, he couldn't tell this lie.

"If you dare to do it, you must dare to be it. You dare to become a demon, and you dare to commit murder, so why don't you dare to admit it?"

"I do not have……"

Su Ye's eyes were already panicked, the scarlet in his eyes faded, the broken memories were scrambled and reorganized countless times in his mind, and his headache was about to split.

Apparently, Patriarch Yun didn't intend to let him go, and he didn't give up an inch. With Patriarch Yun's backing, those monks surrounded the passageway they left so tightly that it was difficult to fly with their wings.

"Nothing? Didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately more than ten years ago, or didn't become that bloodthirsty devil 200 years ago?"

"Don't you remember? I'm going to help Mojun recall the memory. 200 years ago, Kunlun City 81 was covered with charcoal and frozen everywhere. Those city residents were frozen to death by you, and my three thousand disciples in Yunmiao Mountain died without death. The whole body, even Immortal Lord Mo, who was the first Immortal Sect at that time, was cut into a pig by you, have you forgotten?"

A series of unknown old cases were brought up again, and everyone present gasped.

The story can be read as a joke, but when the story is reflected in reality and falls in front of oneself, everyone will be afraid and unbelievable.

Patriarch Yun approached Su Ye step by step, like a ghost who came to beg for his life.

Su Yezhi trembled, and stepped back step by step until his back hit the black iron of the cage. The chill was like a cold poisonous snake crawling up his back little by little, coiling around the back of his neck, ready to show his dark fangs at any time , to bite the flesh, to inject toxins.

Make him crazy, let him die!

"...That's not me, the Demon Lord died 200 years ago!" Su Ye shook his head desperately, denying self-deception, "He is already dead, and all the debts that should be paid have been paid off..."

"I'm not a devil, I'm a human...I'm not a devil."

"I'm Su Ye, Su Qiming, my mother is Miss Yangmingshan Su Siqing, my father is Dongling, I..." He was already panicked, his eyes wandering around.

Finally, as if a drowning person caught a life-saving straw, his eyes lit up instantly. He looked at Zhong Yuxiu and hurriedly said, "Uncle, tell them quickly that I am Su Ye..."

Huddled in a small corner, Zhong Yuxiu, who had always been inconspicuous, was finally pushed to the forefront by the eyes of everyone.

The pain in his eyes made him dare not lift his eyes to look at Su Ye, and stood there, frozen like a wooden sculpture.

Xue Lang: "What's wrong with Master Zhong? Just say what you want, in front of so many people, are you afraid that your nephew will be wronged?"

Some people booed: "That's right, Master Zhong is probably not trying to protect his nephew, but at least he is a relative."

"This awareness is not as good as that of the head of Yangmingshan Su. More than 20 years ago, the family was killed by righteousness, and it happened again after 20 years. Alas, why do you think this Su family always produces evildoers?"

"........."

Originally, Zhong Yuxiu was only in her forties, and because of cultivating immortals, her whole body was plump and handsome, she looked like she was in her early thirties, but at this moment, she seemed to have aged a lot, her back was bent, and strands of hair were growing on her temples. Huafa.

He buried his face in his palm, and remained silent for an unknown amount of time. Finally, under everyone's urging and Su Ye's hopeful eyes, he raised his face, and his face was full of tears.

He moved his lips towards Su Ye, but made no sound, but Su Ye saw it, and Zhong Yuxiu was saying: I'm sorry...

why apologize?

sorry for what?

Su Ye was stunned, and before he could react, the voice he was most familiar with uttered the words he least wanted to hear.

"Su Ye...Su Ye's body is indeed the blood of the Su family, but...he was taken away and reborn..."

Every word stabbed deeply into his heart, Zhong Yuxiu didn't dare to look at Su Ye, his throat was sore and it was difficult to speak, but finally he closed his eyes and quickly finished those words.

Su Ye: "...What is Seizing House? What..."

Zhong Yuxiu: "This shell is no longer my nephew. Many years ago, his temperament changed drastically. Not only did he innocently and severely injure the teacher, but... he even killed someone. When he came to Zhong's house, he was completely stained with other people blood of..."

"Uncle...you..."

"He is the rebirth of the Demon Lord!"

After saying these words, he was covered with water marks, and he glanced at Xue Lang with bloodshot eyes, as if to ask for approval, finally, Xue Lang curled his lips and nodded at him.

Zhong Yuxiu finally went crazy, as if there was no air for him to breathe in this prison, he was about to die from lack of oxygen, he struggled, pushed away the frightened people one after another with his hands and feet, and ran out as if fleeing for his life .

Except for the two disciples he brought who chased him out, the others would only sigh in admiration, without any pain or itching.

It seemed that this ending was what they had envisioned and was just waiting for confirmation, so it wasn't that unexpected.

After all, the devil who is under the nose, letting the mermaid go, is much more reassuring than the obscure beast in the dark.

Someone sighed: "Master Zhong is also pitiful, the nephew who has been raised for more than ten years is actually a reborn."

"If I were him, if I knew the truth, I would be crazier than him. Poor."

The person who was closest to him betrayed him like this, made up unfounded stories, and came to criticize him, how could Su Ye remain calm?

Perhaps it was because so many people squeezed into the dungeon all at once, depriving him of the air, he felt that his breathing became more and more rapid, and the temperature around him became hotter and hotter, as if something in his body was about to explode.

"Quick! Snow Tower Master, trapped cage!"

Patriarch Yun had been watching Su Ye's reaction all the time, and made a decisive decision. With more than 200 years of cultivation, he built an unshakable barrier, and invited Xue Lang to open the cage.

Xue Lang's palms that had been intertwined finally unfolded, and there lay a cocoon-like enchantment, which was the most primitive and solid state of the cage.

For a moment, the trapped spirit lock, trapped cage, and countless shackles and barriers fell on Su Ye's body. He couldn't stand up because of the heavy black iron chains, and knelt down on one knee, gritting his teeth to carry it.

The spark that was about to ignite in my heart was once again buried by countless ashes.

"As an uncle, can you not recognize your own nephew? Everyone closest to you has said so. You are a devil who has been reborn and hurt people. You deserve it!"

"Have you been seen through? Let's see how you can argue!"

"That's right, there's a grievance, and a debt has an owner. I thought you were a man who paid off your debts when you died in your previous life, but who would have expected you to live on meddles, what a coward!"

Occasionally, I fell to the ground due to a slip, and I still complain to the bone marrow.

Those speculations were not without malice, and because Su Ye was firmly bound by heavy shackles, they couldn't make waves, they were even more unscrupulous, and the malicious and vicious words were very suitable for the wicked!

People's words are terrible, more and more people are more consistent, Zhuoguang has no power to protect...

Shi Yu Nie's voice became weaker and weaker, and was drowned in the buzzing and spittle. He wanted to help Su Ye, to comfort him, but he was blocked again and couldn't get past it.

He doesn't believe in rumors, he only believes in what he sees and feels.

They have no reason to target a little monk, either Su Ye is really the devil who took his body and reborn as they said, or the person who planned this conspiracy has ulterior motives.

Obviously, Shi Yu Nie believed in the latter more.

I don't know who suddenly mentioned the karma of the past, "Do you still remember that in a small part of the rumors, the immortal Tatsumi who killed the demon king was once the master of the demon king!"

"Ah? Then... this... no wonder, didn't it mean that under Jichen's sword, the gods and demons will be killed, and there will be no survivors? Could it be that Bai Ruoyi hid his selfish intentions 200 years ago? He managed to make the devil king reborn ?”

Once a head is started, there will be countless guesses that will spring up like mushrooms after rain.

Their discussion was in full swing.

Why did Immortal Chensi, who had never accepted a disciple, accept this useless firewood as a disciple the first time he saw Su Ye?

How could a useless person with no foundation grow his cultivation in just a few years, even a genius wouldn't be like that!

Why did Immortal Venerable Chensi protect Su Ye so much? He turned out to be a master and apprentice for two lifetimes!

Reminiscent of those scriptures circulated in the Tea Sichun Building, the demon king imprisoned his master, and did something against ethics, which made people sick and disgusted. I thought Bai Ruoyi was forced to do so, and I must have wished to kill that villain...

But did not expect ...

Those monks looked subtle, their brows narrowed.

All the questions have been explained, true and false, mixed in half, the real coat hides the evil intentions of the fake.

Su Ye couldn't speak, he couldn't explain, he couldn't evade, and he wasn't good at defending.

In a daze, he remembered the first time he wanted to try to explain to Bai Ruoyi, but he said "Master, listen to my sophistry", as if it was yesterday.

He was fined and beaten, even if he was wronged, he was unwilling to say a word.

When he was young, he tried it, he thought about explaining it, thinking about saying: "No, I didn't do those things, I was misunderstood..."

But no one listened!

The people in Chunlou are very busy, busy with hospitality, busy with earning money, busy with indulging in luxury and money, hurrying up to consume the sluggish youth, no matter how time flies, they will not waste a minute and a second to listen to He argued that with this time, it would be better to beat him up to relieve his anger.

He can ignore his reputation and let them talk.

But master can't...

Master is the brightest lamp in the dark night, the purest handful of snow on the top of the snow mountain, and the sweetest spring in the world...

No slander, no defilement.

But Su Ye feels guilty, such a god has already been dirty by him...

Dirty body, dirty reputation.

……

Perhaps it was because the furious discussion was almost done, Old Ancestor Yun and Xue Lang looked at each other, and took out a bundle of scrolls.