Mozun always loves duplicity

A long time ago, there was a little magic cultivator. He had a pair of kind parents. Every afternoon, his father would practice sword moves with him, and in the evening, her mother would come to tell him stories and teach him to practice meditation.

Xiao Moxiu's family lives in the city, so there are many friends of the same age around him.It's a pity that these people's talents are not as good as his. Every time they play games, Xiao Moxiu always wins.But everyone doesn't care because they are friends.

Everything changed on a rainy night, when little Moxiu went to bed as usual, waiting for his mother to come and tell him stories.

However, he heard his father's roar and his mother's screams in the yard.

Xiao Moxiu was so frightened that he jumped out of the bed. He smelled blood, which was a hundred times more pungent than those monsters.

He pushed open the door, and saw his father's head flying into the sky, drawing an arc...

He stood in front of the door blankly, warm blood spattered his face.His legs were trembling, and it took a lot of effort to grab the door frame to keep from kneeling.

"Xiao Qi! Run!"

Feng Qi's mind went blank, he ran away with bare feet, mud splashed on his legs, the pair of pants his mother bought for him yesterday.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but the surrounding burning houses had no intention of being extinguished.The houses were on fire one after another, and the screams and curses seemed to be chasing him, and they might bite his neck at any time.

"Run here!"

Feng Qi raised his head, and his hand was suddenly grabbed by a child.He pulled Feng Qi and ran all the way into the woods. There are many monsters there, and their parents usually don't allow them to go in.

parents?

Feng Qi finally came back to his senses, tears poured out of his eyes, the tears mixed with rainwater and his father's blood, flowed into his mouth, a fishy and salty taste.

Tears blocked his view, and he wiped his face, trying to run as fast as possible so as not to drag his friend down.

A sharp sword light flashed past, and the sword energy containing strong spiritual power brushed past his ears.

Feng Qi staggered and turned around in a daze.The white clothes stained red with blood, the spirit sword dripping blood, and the other party's frowning and disgusted expression.

"Don't look, run."

Feng Qi was pulled to run forward, but their cultivation base was obviously worse than the opponent's by more than 01:30. The opponent was like teasing a dying mouse, teasing them with sword after sword, watching them panic and panic. Dodge, fall, run away.

Feng Qi was scared, he didn't want to run away.

Suddenly, the friend beside him laughed, and he said out of breath, "Feng Qi, you are the most talented among us, even better than that old monk in town. So you are the only hope, you must live, give Let's take revenge!"

Feng Qi had a premonition of what he was about to do, and reached out to grab his sleeve.He wanted to persuade him to escape together, maybe everyone could escape...

With a thrust on his back, Feng Qi clenched his lips, yelled, and jumped off the cliff following the momentum.The moment he jumped up, he turned his head again, keeping the murderer's face and his friend's corpse firmly in his mind.

……

Yin Chenxiu felt the trembling of the clenched hands in his hands, and clenched them tighter, "You hate them very much, don't you?"

Feng Qi nodded, and suddenly smiled wryly, "But I failed my oath and did not seek revenge."

……

Under the cliff is water, a short river channel washed out by the heavy rain.Feng Qi was washed all the way, the mud and sand in the rain poured into his mouth and nose, and the mixed branches scratched his flesh.

At that time, he thought, he must kill those people.

He was sober until he was picked up by a bearded Daoxiu.

"Oh, it's amazing, boy, I'm still not dizzy." The slovenly Daoxiu patted him on the back, wondering what herbal medicine had been poured into him.

Feng Qi vomited, and cleared out some of the mud, sand, and grass roots stuck in his throat.

Feng Qi looked at him warily, Daoxiu is not a good thing.

The sloppy Daoxiu glanced at him, then suddenly grabbed his waist, pinching him under his arm.

Feng Qi struggled to grab him, "Let me go!"

Before he finished shouting, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, from a wilderness to a town.He had heard from his parents before that powerful monks could walk thousands of miles.

He aimed at the Daoist who was leading him. This person is very powerful. If he learns his moves, will he be able to take revenge?

Before he could figure out how to steal his teacher, the Taoist priest threw him on a step.

"Stay here and don't run away. This family is very rich and has no children. When his house opens, you will have parents."

After he finished speaking, he left, Feng Qi hurriedly stood up and followed him.

Daoxiu looked back at him, "Don't follow me, I won't support you."

Feng Qi didn't speak, and continued to follow him.In the end, that Daoxiu sighed, pulled Feng Qi's collar and left.

That man is obviously a Daoist, but he is very good at demonic cultivators, and never targets them like others, but he doesn't hate Daoist cultivators either.

Feng Qi could feel that he was unhappy, he was stuck between Daoxiu and Moxiu, not because of neutrality, but because neither side could integrate.

He called Master Daoxiu, but at first he refused to admit it, but after calling it for a long time, he stopped correcting him.

Feng Qi has been by his side for hundreds of years, growing from an ignorant child to a handsome young man.He could see that the master had something on his mind, he would always get drunk on Qixi Festival, look at the moon, and just look at it all night.

……

Speaking of this, Yin Chenxiu frowned. He remembered that in the illusion before, what Feng Qi remembered was this Taoist cultivator, "What's on his mind?"

"Love, love, love." Feng Qi made a dismissive look, but he couldn't hide his sadness, "He fell in love with a demon cultivator and was hunted down by that demon cultivator's family. They made an appointment to elope together, but in the end the demon cultivator But he repented. His family had a deep blood feud with Daoxiu, his parents and brothers died at the hands of Daoxiu, he couldn't bear the pressure to be with Master, but he didn't want to betray Master, so he committed suicide."

"Master said that he waited until sunset at the appointed place that day, and saw the corpse floating across the river in front of him."

Feng Qi fell silent, Yin Chenxiu touched his face, waved his sleeves and took out two jars of wine, and handed him one, "Drink."

The two were silent, holding each other in one hand and the wine jar in the other.

After drinking, Feng Qi relaxed a lot, loosened his collar, and lay on the eaves, "I have been with him for hundreds of years, and I think with him every day, hatred and hatred. When people say that grievances will be repaid Yes, but shouldn’t the debt be paid in blood?”

Feng Qi's story continues again, this time the master is gone.

"That old man's cultivation was very powerful when he died, but when those people came to kill him, he didn't move. I just carried him on my back, and his blood flowed all over me, so I was so dirty." Feng Qi On Yin Chenxiu's back, "He told me that he was very happy that he didn't have to die. Those Taoist cultivators would not kill any more, and I didn't have to kill Daoist cultivators. No one died. Then he died."

"He didn't consider himself a human being." Feng Qi buried his face in his shoulder.

Yin Chenxiu felt a wave of moisture, he tilted his head slightly, and did not speak.

Feng Qi was drunk and couldn't stop crying.Yin Chenxiu carried him into the room and put him on the bed.

He looked down at his drunken eyes, waited until Feng Qi showed a silly smile, then smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the lips.

He rolled up Feng Qi's sleeves, and the black dragon on his wrist immediately showed its fangs, as if it wanted to swallow him.However, Yin Chenxiu tapped it on the head, and it became honest.

A steady stream of spiritual power was input into Long Yejian, and the eyes of the black dragon became brighter.

Yin Chenxiu touched Heilong's head, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

It's just that I don't know who I want to talk to.

On the other side, Elder Daofeng sat in front of Ji Fu, surrounded by the suzerains of Wentianmen and Daoyuanmen.

Dao Feng put Fuchen on his knee, and slowly stretched out his hand to straighten it out.

The two suzerains next to him saw that he was not in a hurry, but they lost their temper and looked at Ji Fu.

"I wonder if Elder Feng will be safe and sound this time?"

Ji Fu put out a few copper coins, and touched some spiritual energy on the coins with his fingers.Immediately, the copper coins lit up a burst of white light, as if forming a formation.

The copper coin rose slowly until it reached the level of Dao Feng's eyebrows, and then stopped.After that, he quickly changed his position and slowly fell back on the table.

Ji Fu glanced at it, reached out his hand to caress the copper coins, and messed them up.He looked at Dao Feng, "What does the elder think?"

Only then did Dao Feng raise his head slightly, "The cycle of karma, the retribution is not good."

Only then did Ji Fu raise his hand, looked at the position of the copper coin, nodded and said, "There is still a glimmer of hope."

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Prosperity once again ushered in the junction of Taoism and demons. The monks of the Taoist sect were divided into sects and stood in their respective positions, but there was only one person on Feng Qi's side.

The suzerain of Wentianmen took a step forward, holding his whisk in his arm, and asked, "Will the Demon Realm not send troops this time?"

Feng Qi took out his sword, "This is my personal enmity with Dao Feng, and it has nothing to do with Daomen Demon Realm."

As soon as he spoke, there was silence in the Taoist gate.In their view, Feng Qi's move is just a precursor to the war between the two worlds of Dao and Demon.

Dao Feng nodded, and walked slowly across to him, "I won't keep my hand, this is serious about your revenge."

Feng Qi also nodded, the two of them didn't look like enemies, but like seniors who were sparring with each other.

But only Feng Qi knew how hard he worked to suppress the fire of hatred in his heart.He knew that the way of heaven was watching, so coincidentally asked about the death of a disciple of Tianmen, and so coincidentally, an enemy appeared.

A thunder came down, as if to split the sky and the earth.

Yin Chenxiu raised his eyes and looked over, he was left in the Holy Demon Palace by Feng Qi.But he still came quietly with Moxiu, stationed hundreds of miles away.

Yu Quan stood behind him, sizing up his expression, "Your Majesty, it's the sky thunder caused by the collision of spiritual power and devil energy."

Yin Chenxiu gave a soft "hmm", and his eyes turned red with demonic energy.The scene of the confrontation between Feng Qi and Dao Feng appeared in front of his eyes.

Feng Qi's sword was across Dao Feng's neck, but it didn't fall.With a flick of his sword tip, thousands of sword intents pierced Dao Feng's body, destroying all his cultivation.

Feng Qi's thin lips parted slightly, "No one died, that's enough."

"Did you forgive me?" Dao Feng knelt on the ground, the blood all over his body pooled into a stream under his body.

Feng Qi didn't speak.

Yin Chenxiu watched silently, smiled, and disappeared.

Feng Qi turned around and was about to leave, but he saw demon monks lined up not far away. Yin Chenxiu was dressed in black and stood in front with a cold face, but Feng Qi seemed to see the sun, warm and comfortable.

Feng Qi smiled at him and walked over.

"I Dao Feng, I'm sorry Feng family!"

Fan Jian, which had lost its power, stuck to his neck, closed his upper eyes, swiped his arm, and scarlet blood splashed out, falling on the dust that Feng Qi had walked on, as if apologizing to the sleeping wraith.

Feng Qi didn't look back, no amount of apology could bring back his relatives, whether to forgive or not is just a joke.He just wanted to bury the past.

With a smile in the corner of Yin Chenxiu's eyes, he stretched out his hand to him, and when his palm touched it, he said softly, "Let's go home."

The author has something to say: My dears, I'm about to take the exam. After struggling for a long time, the fear of failing the exam still made the decision to stop. I'm sorry, I'm really scared. Returning on July 7st, the last exam on the 1st, I will code words after the exam, and compare my heart

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