Immortal Monarch and Demon Venerable are all my vests

The cold wind howled and the snow fell.

The precious shark ointment is burning in the temple, and the faint fragrance is like the breath of a giant shell in the deepest part of the sea when it wakes up from a dream. It is mysterious and quiet.

However, in such an empty palace and such a cold night, the fragrance that permeates the palace seems to have a somewhat disturbing meaning.

"mother……"

At this moment, the little master, who was supposed to be asleep, came out of his bedroom rubbing his eyes, pressed one hand on the door, and looked worriedly at the woman who was pacing back and forth in front of the bed: "Didn't dad come home after finishing his work?"

Hearing her son's voice, the woman in front of the window turned around. She looked really tired, but she still smiled and walked towards her son immediately.

The warm breath in the hall collided with the chill on her body, causing her slender body to tremble. Only then did the woman realize that she had forgotten to use the spiritual body protection, and just lingered in front of the window for two full hours.

She quickly used her spiritual power to dispel the chill on her body surface, and only then did she dare to put her no longer cold hands on her son's face.

"Why don't you go to bed? Didn't I tell you before that your father is busy, and he will go home to accompany us, A-Lang after he finishes his work."

She forced herself to rub her son's chubby cheeks, and teased: "Isn't A-Lang always boasting that he is an older child, why is he so scared that he can't sleep without his father?"

"...Not at all."

The young Yin Lang stared at his mother helplessly for a long time, then looked away in disappointment, and asked in a low voice: "Father hasn't come home for a long time, is there any trouble... Don't always tell lies." , I know that those 'Daddy came back late at night, stayed with me by the bed for a while and then left' are all coaxed by you. The evil spirit I left by the bed has not been touched at all, and no one has ever come back. "

The smile on Shen Qinghuan's face disappeared.

Perhaps she never thought that a six-year-old child could have such a clear and meticulous thinking.

Shen Qinghuan was silent for a long time before gently rubbing his son's head and pushing him towards the bedroom: "Go back to sleep, Ah Lang, don't think so much. I promise you, when you wake up tomorrow, your father will Just come back."

Yin Lang tightly grasped the door frame with ten short fingers, his resistance was obvious.

He always knew he was different from other kids.There are two different forces in his body. Others only need to learn one trajectory, while he needs to memorize two.

In terms of cultivation, no matter what he does, to achieve the same progress, he must expend twice as much energy as others.Other children make friends and make friends, and he is practicing; other children are sleeping soundly, but he is still practicing.

But he must always hide one of them, and cannot reveal his difference from others.

It's not that Yin Lang didn't feel wronged, but with his father's company and mother's coaxing, that little grievance quickly disappeared.

But from a certain day on, dad was rarely seen at home. He didn't know what he was busy with. Every time he came back, he could not hide his tiredness, and his clothes even smelled of unwashed blood.

That smell... was not like the chicken blood and fish blood that would appear in the kitchen from time to time. It was very strange, but it made him panic for no reason.

I only came back in the evening, and I didn't return until late at night, and now I simply don't go home all day.

What happened to daddy?

"Alang, be obedient!"

Shen Qinghuan's voice became more serious, and the expression on his face became a little serious.

Yin Lang grabbed the door frame and relaxed his resistance, but Shen Qinghuan gently took him away, coaxed him into the quilt, and fell asleep slowly to his mother's soft singing.

"Boom--!"

"...Wake up! A-Lang, wake up! Don't sleep!"

The warmth that was not heavy on his body suddenly disappeared, cold hands clapped on his cheeks, and the howling cold wind mixed with rain hit his body. He woke up shivering in a dream, like falling into an ice cave.

"……mother."

He opened his eyes in the wind and rain, only to realize that he was being hugged by his mother, and the scenery around him turned into an elongated line and quickly retreated. They were running wildly in the heavy rain, not knowing where they were going.

There was warm liquid dripping on his forehead, and when it slid to the bridge of his nose, he had lost all heat and was bitingly cold.

Yin Lang raised his head and saw the bright red liquid constantly overflowing from the corners of his mother's lips, and suddenly trembled very lightly.

He stretched out his hand to try to wipe off the glaring red color, but until his hand was covered with the most flustered breath he had ever had, the red color was still endless, as if mocking his futile efforts.

Mother grabbed his hand.

Her hands were cold and pale, without the warmth and color of a living person.

Yin Lang shivered.

"A-Lang, listen to what mother said——"

"Mrs. Yin, Young Master Yin."

Shen Qinghuan's voice stopped abruptly.

She suddenly looked up, and on the narrow mountain path, a man in black with a knife smiled at her.

"Madam is really good at running and very smart. It far exceeded my expectations for cultivators at the transformation stage. I chased for nearly a hundred miles before finally blocking Madam here. Is this what mortals want?" The 'power of motherhood'?"

Obviously there was only one person, but the despair in Shen Qinghuan's eyes was like seeing thousands of troops: "It turned out to be you..."

"it's me."

The man in black's smile became even bigger: "Madame and His Holiness are indeed husband and wife, they both said exactly the same thing when they saw me."

Yin Lang felt his mother's chest rising and falling violently, and the arm holding him trembled slightly.

The blade glistening with cold light raised slowly: "Madam looks sad? Do you miss the Venerable too much? It doesn't matter, I will act quickly, and you and the young master will be able to go down to reunite with the Venerable's family soon." .”

"I don't believe it." Shen Qinghuan suddenly stopped trembling, and quickly calmed down.The hand that was blocked in the back pinched Yin Lang's arm hard.

She raised her chin slightly, and repeated firmly to the man: "I don't believe it. You are just a member of my husband's command. Said to take Yin Jiuxuan's life? Before you say big things, you don't even look at yourself!"

The smile on the face of the man in black suddenly disappeared.

He lost his smile, and his brows and eyes looked quite gloomy: "You don't believe me? Why would I lie to you with this kind of thing!"

His emotions suddenly became very excited, and he waved his arms: "Who said that only a stronger tiger can kill a tiger? As long as the method is right, a wolf can also kill a tiger!"

"Do you think that Yin Jiuxuan is really as popular as he appears on the surface? Don't say anything else, this time he cooperated with me inside and out, and worked together to kill Yin Jiuxuan..." His smile slowly returned in these words, and said In the end, he raised his eyebrows with great interest, and asked back, "Madam, why don't you guess who this person is? Let me give you a hint, it's the one who has a good relationship with you~"

Yin Lang felt his mother pinch his arm again, but when he looked up at her, her expression did not change.

Shen Qinghuan said coldly: "There's no need to guess? It's not a day or two for Yan Yan to dislike my husband."

The expression of the man in black was obviously distorted, and Yin Lang suddenly understood what his mother meant.

This bad uncle... seems to like watching them cry and make a scene.

When the man in black announced loudly to them, "It's Fengjiang City! Didn't expect that!", he struggled to get up in his mother's arms, leaned half of his body in the direction of the man in black, and waved his arm vigorously in the air.

"You are a bad guy! A bad guy who bullied Daddy! Go away!"

The man in black didn't take the child's 'attack' seriously at all. He appreciated his cries, and his face became more interested, but he was not in a hurry to press the 'noisy' child to death.

Most of his body leaned out, Shen Qinghuan seemed to be caught off guard, it took him a few breaths to react, the expression that had been as stable as Mount Tai finally collapsed, and he quickly reached out to grab him back: "A-Lang! Don't mess around!"

The more chaotic they were, the happier the man in black looked, until the silver light flashed——

The two figures flew far away before he stretched out his hand to touch the long and narrow bloodstain on his face in a daze.

Purple black.

He fell down on the spot with a 'boom'.

Yin Lang felt more and more cold liquid slipping down his face, some were red and some were colorless.

He hesitated and reached out to Shen Qinghuan: "Mother...?"

We've all escaped, why are you still crying?

However, Shen Qinghuan misunderstood his meaning, freed a hand to hold his hand, and pressed it against her cheek: "A-Lang is not afraid, Mother will take you out. Don't believe their nonsense, your father Well, when we go out, he will be waiting for us there."

Little did she know, her voice was trembling.

Yin Lang shrank back silently, quietly curled up in his mother's embrace.

They ran from the rainy night to the sunny day. Shen Qinghuan's physique was already thin, and she could only run with a six-year-old boy in her arms because of her cultivation in the stage of transformation.

But when her spiritual power was exhausted, she finally stopped powerlessly at the entrance of Shenyunyuan.

Shenyun Yuan is a vast plain in the northern part of Zhongzhou. It is said that a god has fallen and got its name. It has a radius of hundreds of miles, not to mention that it can be seen at a glance, but there is no terrain that can accommodate people to hide for a long time.

Once they entered here, they had no other way to avoid being chased and killed except to run forward.

Shen Qinghuan suddenly looked at him, Yin Lang couldn't understand the meaning in her eyes but felt faintly uncomfortable.

Shen Qinghuan knelt down and held his hand: "A-Lang, you must memorize every sentence that mother will say next. It doesn't matter if you don't understand it for a while, as long as you remember it. Also, no matter what you listen to No matter what happens, you are not allowed to cry. Do you understand?"

She exerted so much force that Yin Lang's right hand was pinched very painfully.

He nodded slowly.

Shen Qinghuan gasped for breath, she smiled with the corners of her mouth curled up, rubbed his cheek again, and praised: "Mother knew that A-Lang is a good boy."

Then she said: "Your father is dead. That is to say, he closed his eyes and will never speak to you again or practice with you."

Yin Lang opened his mouth, and Shen Qinghuan immediately spoke harshly: "What did I just say!"

His chest was stuffy, and warm liquid poured into his eyes. He bit his lip, blinked desperately, suppressed his tears, and said:

"...Well. Don't cry, don't make trouble."

Shen Qinghuan took a deep breath and continued: "There will be a lot of people chasing us in a while, mother will take you away, as long as we persist long enough, an uncle will come to rescue us. At that time, you follow him , he will ask you some questions, mother will tell you how to answer them one by one. Now, remember another thing—"

Yin Lang interrupted her: "I'll follow him, what about you?"

"Did I allow you to interrupt!"

Shen Qinghuan's expression was fierce, she had never treated Yin Lang so fiercely before, but Yin Lang firmly looked up into her eyes, swearing not to stop until there was an answer.

He said: "You bleed a lot. Every time you make me a crispy chicken, the chicken bleeds a lot, and then it won't move or crow anymore. Are you going to be like Daddy? Leave, and never come to see me or coax me again?"

Shen Qinghuan stared at him blankly, her lips trembling.

After a long time, she nodded with difficulty and slowly: "...Yes, I will probably never see you again."

She thought her son would lose control of his emotions, and would stalk and stalk her, crying and howling. She was even ready to treat her coldly, but she only heard Yin Lang ask, "Is there no other way?"

"……there is none left."

"okay I know."

He turned his back, shrugged his shoulders, raised his sleeve and wiped it on his face.

After a while he turned back and said, "When the time comes, I will go with that uncle. Go on, I'm listening."

Shen Qinghuan stopped, she stared blankly at Yin Lang, big tears fell from her eyes.

Suddenly she pulled Yin Lang into her arms, her voice choked with sobs: "...If there is any other way, mother doesn't want to send you there..."

When she broke down and cried, the clothes on her shoulders were soaked silently.

They finally entered the God's Meteor Field.

The pursuers chased him too closely, they supported him inside and out, and they pinpointed their weak points, so they managed to kill the second Demon Lord with such great efforts, and they would never allow any future troubles to be left behind.

Time was running short, Shen Qinghuan only had time to teach Yin Lang the most crucial part.

For example, how should the rescuer answer the questions, who is the pursuer, for example, he must never use magic energy in front of others in the future... The most important thing is his identity after going to Taihua Xianzong.

She gave Yin Lang a silver chain with scarlet gemstones on it, carefully tied it around his neck, and said to him:

"Starting today, forget your name, forget your past."

"I am Shen Qinghuan, and you are Shen Qinghuan's son. Your name is Shen Muxuan."

"Repeat after me, Shen, Mu, Xuan."

Yin Lang read slowly: "Shen Muxuan. Is this my new name?"

"No." Shen Qinghuan shook his head, "Remember, you have always been called this name. From the moment you were born in this world, you have been Shen Muxuan."

Shen Qinghuan's prediction was not wrong. After they were approached by Shenyunyuan, they couldn't run too far. They were surrounded by pursuers from all directions and forced them to go to heaven and have nowhere to go.

Shen Qinghuan was forced into a dead corner, covered in scars all over his body, still tightly protecting him in his arms, using forbidden techniques to desperately break out of this layer of encirclement.

There are countless surroundings around, but she really can't run anymore.

Running thousands of miles in the rainy night, losing a lot of blood, losing her love... almost burned her life overnight, and the last forbidden technique was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, pushing her to the brink of death.

Shen Qinghuan's consciousness was already blurred, she only remembered two things, she held her son tightly in her arms, raised her head and stared at the sky with wide eyes that could no longer see clearly.

It seems...someone will save her son...who is it...can't remember...

The moment before countless magic weapons were about to fall on them, a blue light descended from the sky and swept across the surrounding pursuers. Those vicious-looking pursuers fell down like straw, stubble after stubble. Never got up again.

Yin Lang gazed obsessively at the swaying blue light through his mother's shoulder, and followed the blue light to see the immortal in green clothes standing on the cloud.

The pursuer died cleanly under the blue light, and the moment the immortal gazed over to meet him, Yin Lang struggled to show him a big smile.

Then he saw that the immortal standing on the cloud quickly approached them, and the moment he saw the faces of the two of them clearly, the indifferent face was instantly stained with the breath of the world of mortals.

"...Qing Huan?"

Shen Qinghuan seemed to hear someone calling her, and turned her head unsteadily.

She stared blankly at the man in Tsing Yi for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "It's...Senior Brother Feng..."

The man in Tsing Yi nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, I am Feng Jiangcheng, and it is you, Senior Brother Feng!"

His hands trembled slightly when he manipulated the fairy sword to slash the hunters all over the ground steadily, and wanted to reach out to help Shen Qinghuan, but he was afraid that this fragile person would break if touched.

His heart and eyes were full of the lost junior sister, so naturally he didn't notice the child in the junior sister's arms whose eyes suddenly turned sharp when he heard the word 'Fengjiang City'.

Shen Qinghuan smiled foolishly.

She tried her best to turn herself over on the spot, stretched out her hand and pushed the child in her arms into Feng Jiangcheng's hands.

"Senior Brother Feng, I won't, I won't... This is me, my only child... Please... Please... take care of him..."

Feng Jiangcheng's mind went blank, and he subconsciously took the child into his hands.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly realized something, and said in a trembling voice: "No—he lied to me! How dare he lie to me! We clearly agreed, but—"

The following words came to an abrupt end, he casually put Yin Lang aside, sat down with the hem of his clothes in disregard of the blood stains all over the floor, carefully lifted Shen Qinghuan up, and channeled spiritual power to her.

However, Shen Qinghuan had already run out of oil, and only held his last breath to entrust Yin Lang to Feng Jiangcheng. When Feng Jiangcheng took over the child, that breath was completely broken.

Feng Jiangcheng screamed up to the sky in grief, he grabbed Yin Lang next to him, his red eyes briefly cleared up when they touched the little face that looked like Shen Qinghuan, and his movements involuntarily relaxed a lot.

Before he asked the question, Yin Lang said with tears all over his face, "Uncle Feng, can you save my mother's bones first?"

"...You are right, I was too impulsive."

Feng Jiangcheng collected Shen Qinghuan's bones carefully, and Yin Lang asked again: "I heard mother said that you live in a very big sect. Can a disciple like my mother be buried in the cemetery of your sect?"

Feng Jiangcheng was slightly shocked by the child's filial piety and orderliness. Before answering the question, he corrected the other party: "It is our sect. Since your mother entrusted you to me, I will of course bring you back to the sect. Your mother is The disciples of this sect will naturally also be buried in the unified cemetery of the sect."

After finishing Shen Qinghuan's funeral, Feng Jiangcheng began to ask some questions in detail, which were basically explained by Shen Qinghuan in advance, and Yin Lang naturally answered them one by one.

He has a lot of questions that he still doesn't understand, such as the real identity of his father, why there is such a chase, for example, Mingming's mother also heard that the person who chased them said that "Fengjiang City" was also one of the people who killed his father, Why should I entrust myself to him...

But my mother refused to tell him, and only told him, you don't need to know this.Your future, as long as you live well as Shen Muxuan, is all your mother's expectations for you.

Yin Lang didn't understand, but just like what mother said, remember first, when he grows up, he will be able to solve these puzzles one by one, and then he will know who is the murderer who killed his parents.

He took a last look at the storage ring that contained Shen Qinghuan's body, held the gem on his chest tightly with one hand, and grabbed Feng Jiangcheng's hand with the other, followed him up the clouds and on the road to Taihua Xianzong.

only……

Shen Muxuan blinked hard.

Why do you seem to have forgotten something?

He looked up at the Tsing Yi Immortal who was holding his hand, and tentatively called out: "Master?"

Feng Jiangcheng was slightly stunned by being called, and soon he smiled: "Why, do you want to worship me as a teacher? I only accept one apprentice now, if you want to come and accompany him, you can do it."

Shen Muxuan looked back at the Shenyunyuan, which had shrunk down to the size of a bowl, and thought, why did I come here?Why did Master come to such a desolate place?

This feeling of uneasiness that he had forgotten something made him hold Feng Jiangcheng's hand more tightly, and raised his head to ask: "Master, I want to learn your previous swordsmanship, that is, a ray of light flying towards you Fly away, and the enemy will all fall!"

Feng Jiangcheng thought that the child might have been frightened before. When he saw that face, his heart softened, and he responded repeatedly: "It's just the basic sword control skills for beginners of swordsmanship. If you want to learn, I will teach you. It's just a sword. The way of cultivation has always been difficult, but sometimes you can't be like your mother, crying out that you are suffering and tired without swinging twice!"

mother?

Shen Muxuan was stunned for a moment, and something faintly wanted to break through the fog. In a blink of an eye, he was excited by Feng Jiangcheng's cyan sword light, and the short-term aura was quickly forgotten to the back of his mind.

His eyes moved around with the flying sword light, and when he pulled a beautiful sword flower back to the sheath, he almost jumped up, laughing loudly:

"I will definitely become a sword repairer as powerful as Master in the future!"