Devil reborn

Qingsong, a direct disciple of the 130 second-generation master of Mount Qingcheng, has been gifted since he was a child. He entered Qingcheng Mountain at the age of 22 and studied the best skills in his sect. A genius of comprehension who is the leader of the generation Qingbai layman.

Qingsong is personable and gentle, not only humble and polite, but also willing to support young monks.From the senior brother who is the head of the sect, to the juniors who came down to Mount Qingcheng, all of them praised him greatly.He himself is not as obsessed with cultivation as Qingbai, and often retreats. Instead, he assists his senior brother to deal with many chores in the sect, and has won the trust of his senior brother Qingbai layman.

It's just such a good old man who is tactful and always smiles, but suppresses the secrets that are churning in his self-confidence one by one, and secretly plots Qingcheng Mountain, the Liao family, and even the Mi family that has long since disappeared from everyone's sight. Over and over, it's really not easy!

"Master, fortunately, the disciples did not disgrace their fate, and found the secret room in the Mi family's basement, and asked the master to go and have a look."

In a trance, the voice of Bu Ming, the disciple who sat down, rang in his ears. Qingsong seemed to be floating in mid-air as if his soul had come out of his body. Seeing himself smiling triumphantly on the ground, he stepped forward, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the house of Zeng Dai of the Mi family. The secluded island of Cambay, to the entrance of the secret room.

Stepping in, I don't know how long I walked, and it was like a flick of a finger. In front of me was a secret room full of spiritual light, full of magical artifacts and treasures, and a shining treasure floating in mid-air in the middle of the magical artifacts!

Qingsong's heart beat faster, and his brain was slightly dizzy. He tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see the baby clearly, the baby that should belong to him!

Who would have thought that Qingsong Layman, who has always appeared in front of everyone with the attitude of Qingcheng Mountain Layman, is actually a descendant of the evil Mi family!He himself has Southeast Asian ancestry—it’s no wonder that although he has a gentle temperament, his facial features always look a little abrupt and three-dimensional, unlike the appearance of a native of Sengkang.

Qingsong's original name was Mi Song, and he was born in the Mi family, a family of ghosts. His father is a descendant of the Mi family, and his mother is a woman with the descendant of a Southeast Asian descendant. The two can be regarded as like-minded.Having a child, like the other descendants of the Mi family, he taught him the art of making ghosts and souls, and the way of changing fate against the sky.

Mi Song's talent is extremely high, probably because of his spiritual roots, he surpassed his brothers of the same age by a large margin very early on, and got two magic weapons presented by the patriarch at that time.

The Mi family didn't know there was such a thing as cultivation, but they knew that there was a treasure handed down in the family, in the hands of generations of patriarchs, which could give birth to a large number of utensils that were good for controlling ghosts and raising ghosts.

Mi Song is young and frivolous, but also conceited as a genius.With two magic weapons in his pocket, he resigned from the owner's request to keep him and train him to be the next generation head, and insisted on going out to practice for five or sixty years. Few can remember the former genius in this family.

Besides, Mi Song, when he was young, he learned of the very special existence of "monk" by accident. The monk he got could not only ascend to heaven and earth, turn clouds and rain, and live hundreds or even thousands of years. Tiantongshou!

Compared with these existences, the countless generations of the Mi family have been trying to absorb and change their lives without any results. It is simply a pediatrics, and cultivation is the real change of fate!

Mi Song's mood when he learned of the existence of cultivators was no longer known, whether he was excited or greedy, depressed or ambitious. When he reappeared in the world after a long silence, he had already become Qingsong, the direct disciple of the previous generation of masters in Qingcheng Mountain. .

Possessing a rare pure yang heavenly spiritual root, this kind of excellent aptitude is beyond the reach of his senior brother who is known as a genius, but he is helplessly living in the period when the Dharma-ending Era has just ended, and the aura of heaven and earth is thin, which is far from being able to supply his cultivation Demanding, cultivation base can only be subservient to his senior brother all the time, and even missed the head of Mount Qingcheng, not only how sad and indignant.

"Oh, Qingsong, this is fate. It's because of your shallow predestined relationship to immortality, so I can't complain."

I don't know who's advice is echoing in my ears, and it repeats itself, like a warning from the high heavens - this is your fate, you can't change it, you can't complain.

No!When did he believe in his fate, and when did he accept his fate? !It is obvious that the law of heaven is unfair, but he refuses to accept it, refuses to accept it! !

Qingsong's soul screamed in mid-air, and what burst out in his eyes was the madness of more than ten years!

"Qingbai, it's not long since I was appointed as a teacher, and now I entrust this Qingcheng Mountain to you, you must carry forward the sect, and don't fall into the prestige of my cultivator..."

The words of the former head of the old sect seemed to come from the sky, vaguely, but extremely real. Qingsong's soul floated in the air, watching with cold eyes the self who used the secret method of the Mi family to hide in the corner and eavesdrop. Added twisted expressions.

Why?Obviously his aptitude is far stronger than Qingbai, obviously he is an immortal genius, the one who should be the head of Qingcheng Mountain!

Next, history repeated itself as it did back then. The old master did not realize that he was being watched by a pair of eyes full of resentment. When he was dying, he held the hand of the big apprentice and told the secrets of Qingcheng Mountain and the Liao family intermittently. :

"...My Qingcheng Mountain ancestors made a vow with the Liao family. If there is any violation of the law of heaven, it will not be tolerated... If the Liao family found the pure cloudy heavenly root in your generation, you must return the cultivation method to them... If not, I will tell the next generation of masters what I said today..."

"Master, don't worry, apprentice will save..."

What did the two of them say after that? Qingsong didn't want to listen to it back then. The four words of ecstasy can't describe his mood at that time!

The thing that had troubled him for a long time, almost becoming a demon, was solved in an eavesdropping, how could he not be ecstatic? !

The exercises of the Liao family are pure cloudy spiritual roots, how can ordinary people of the Liao family deserve to enjoy them?This is his fairy fate, and all of this will be his!

After several trials, he discovered that his senior brother had protected the Liao family's exercises so tightly that he couldn't do anything about it. Qingsong didn't know how much painstaking efforts he had to plan, and he didn't know how much effort he had to find a baby boy with pure cloudy heavenly roots. Parent-child replacement of the head of the household.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, and it won't be long before the child grows up, and everything will be at his fingertips, exercises, cauldron, Qingcheng Mountain, and even becoming an immortal... It's just a matter of time.

After so many years of dormancy, he can afford to wait.

The soul floats in mid-air, watching the other self on the ground quietly dormant in the darkness.Qingsong watched the young Luo Chen suffer so much, watched the descendants of the Mi family seduce the head of the Liao family to make a plan to change his life, watched the child being taken to the Liao family full of ghosts, caught off guard, panicked and helpless, Humiliated and struggling among all kinds of demons and monsters.

Next, his good senior brother Qingbai should appear on the stage, and at a "coincidental" and just right time, he would tell the Liao family's family about everything he majored in, Liao Jiandong's life-changing plan that was naturally abandoned, and Luo Jiandong, who was suddenly treated kindly by his father and was at a loss what to do. dust.

Luo Chen, who was ignorant of the world, embraced the Liao family's double-cultivation technique, and was lifted from the dust into the air. Apart from the initial surprise, what remained was probably more doubts, anxiety and fear.

On a certain day, a person suddenly came to tell him that Liao Jiandong was not his father at all, that person wanted his life in order to change his life, and wanted him to be a cauldron furnace in order to become an immortal. Since he was born, all misfortunes and humiliations It was all brought by that man!

The fatherly love he craves, as long as he takes one step, he can get it at his fingertips...

"...Come with me, leave the devil of the Liao family, I will take you to find your real father, he will treat you as a treasure in his palm, and love you forever..."

Qingsong's soul was floating, watching himself on the ground bit by bit seduce the simple and cowardly boy who longed for father's love, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

Come with me... Cultivation techniques, cauldron... everything is about to be obtained, so why not wait for so many years? !

In the ear is the cracking of the barrier, the subtle crackling sound of forming a pill and becoming a baby, it is the wild laughter of his success and fame, and it is the bloody interrogation of the young man:

"Why? Why do you all lie to me!"

Qingsong is for cultivation, Mi Huai is for future, Liao Jiandong is for changing fate, and the Liao family is for the pleasure of bullying the weak. Everyone has their own desires and desires, and everyone has their own desires. Luo Chen became a victim.

Qingsong looked at the desperate young man mockingly, and said the last cruel blow: "No reason, this is your life."

This is the fate of the weak, no complaints!

After achieving success and becoming famous, Qingsong's soul looked at himself on the ground from high in the sky, and smiled triumphantly, but heard a low sigh in his ear, a sinister order, shattering all his dreams.

"Don't blame me, Qingsong, this is your life." The owner of the voice pressed his forehead, his cold fingers were like slippery snakes, burrowing into his sea of ​​consciousness, bringing bone-piercing pain.

"Throw him into the sea."

The owner of the voice gradually went away, awakened from a broken dream, Qingsong used his last bit of strength to catch that figure with his peripheral vision, thin, thin, covered with gloomy and dark beauty, very attractive and dangerous.

The situation suddenly turned upside down, man was killed by a knife, he was a fish, and he was still a dying fish, unable to recover.

Qingsong gave a wry smile, he no longer had the strength to struggle, the cycle of cause and effect, this is his fate, he can't change it...

The subordinates of the Liao family nearby responded respectfully, watched the Patriarch and the young master leave, and spit at the people on the ground:

"Eating ambition and leopard courage, you dare to provoke people who shouldn't be provoked. If you want to die, you can't blame others!"

"Brother Qiang, what shall we do now?"

"What should I do? Do I need to tell you! According to the instructions of the masters, throw him into a sack, fill it with cement, and fill the sea."

"Yes, I'll do it when I'm young."

"Wait, give him a few knives."

"Brother Qiang... this person is dead in sight, so don't bother."

"What are you thinking? I'm afraid that the fish in the sea will miss this delicious meal. Haha, do a good deed every day."

"Hey, Brother Qiang, it's really you! Let's do it, little one!"