Abandoned son to become god

For a moment, Shen Qi felt a little dazed.

After all the disciples who left came back and drew a talisman to go back, Shen Qi sat on the same spot.

Finally, seeing that it was getting late, the Great Elder let go of his mouth and let Shen Qi go back.

When Shen Qi got up, he felt his legs go limp, and he almost fell down, barely standing up with the desk.

Chen Huan, who had been waiting by the side, strode forward to help Shen Qi up, wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it, and finally just quietly supported him.

The moon hangs on the willow branches, under the frost and snow.

Dressed in Xuanyi in Samsara Realm, eye tails raised, hands crossed chest, standing at the entrance of the formation, seeing Shen Qi's distraught appearance, sneered: "What? Finally disappointed with my aptitude?"

"Actually not." Fearing that people would be irritated, Chen Huan secretly glanced at Shen Qi, and forcefully appealed to him, "At least it's much better than ordinary people."

Hearing this, Shen Qi's face turned ugly again.

As a closed disciple of a pavilion master, after using good resources to cultivate for three years, he is only a little better than ordinary people who have not practiced.

This consolation made even the poisonous reincarnation swallow back the sarcastic words that were about to come out.

And the sudden silence made Chen Huan know that he had said something wrong. He supported Shen Qi and opened his mouth to say something else.

Shen Qi had already moved to the left, retracted the hand on Chen Huan's shoulder, his eyes were calm, and his tone seemed to be stable: "I'm not that easy to be depressed, but now I want to be alone."

After speaking, he was alone, and walked towards the depths of the peach blossom forest staggeringly.

Looking at the slightly lonely figure, Chen Huan let out a long sigh and said, "Old ghost, Ah Qi won't stop here, will he?"

Reincarnation Realm turned around gracefully, as if nothing to do with him, but his expression was solemn and his brows were furrowed.

He walked towards the Infinity Palace.

His voice came from afar accompanied by the wind and snow.

"Life is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. It's fate."

Chen Huan stared deeply at the gradually darkening peach blossom forest, and turned away after a while.

At this time, the dark clouds are densely covered, drowning all the warmth, leaving only frost and cold, and the peach blossoms are about to fall.

Shen Qi was leaning against the tree, breathing heat into his palms, but his hands and feet were still frozen by the sudden drop of cold, which made him miss the peach blossom wine he brewed earlier.

Before he entered the martial arts school, the master prepared it for him, including this peach blossom forest, which the master also planted for him to grow, the purpose is to reward his efforts.

But now he is trying hard not to move, but he wants to drink a few cups of peach blossom wine, it seems that he can only go secretly, and cannot let the master see.

Choosing a day is worse than bumping into it, he stood up staggeringly, stomped his feet a few times, shook off the snow on his body, then supported the peach blossom tree, and walked slowly into the depths of the forest.

There is a strange spring deep in the forest. It is hot in winter and cold in summer. It is a good place to put peach blossom wine.

But he was only nine years old, so the master was afraid that he would drink too much, so he specially set up a formation here with the spring water as the eye and the surrounding peach trees as the foundation, to prevent him from drinking secretly.

Therefore, the closer the peach blossom tree is to the spring, the bigger it grows. In the end, it covers the sky and blocks out the sun. When Shen Qi looks up, he can only see the peach blossoms, but not the sky.

At this time, the spring water with a layer of hot air came into view.

It's a little strange why it's so easy to get close to, but it doesn't matter.

He rolled up his sleeves, lay down on the stone beside the spring water, covered his arms with the force of attraction, went deep into the hot spring water, and took out a bottle of hot peach blossom wine.

After that, I took out four or five bottles one after another, held them in my arms contentedly, nestled under the peach blossom tree, unscrewed the stopper, and took a sip.

After only two bottles, he felt hot and limp all over, he couldn't lift his strength, and even had hallucinations, seeing the master in white clothes standing in front of him.

He stretched out his hand, as if he caught Master's robe, couldn't help laughing and said: "Hey, this dream is quite real, Master!" He raised his head and passed the wine, "Drink!"

The master in front of him didn't pick it up, but stayed in place like a sculpture.

A pile of muddled thoughts filled Shen Qi's mind, and he was unhappy. He tugged at Master's robe, and said with a mournful face, "Master, aren't you my dream? Why can't even dreaming go well!"

Suddenly, tears poured down like floods.

Then he heard a low sigh, and felt a heat source envelop him.

Shen Qi tried his best to open his eyes that were red and swollen from crying, his shaking eyes couldn't see who was holding him, but he felt extremely relieved, he groped and grabbed the lapels of the people around him, beat his chest hard and said: "Master, I It's so uncomfortable!"

Someone stroked his head, but he ignored it, and continued to cry: "No one knows, but I'm actually very scared. I'm afraid that my qualifications are not good enough to embarrass you. I'm afraid that in the end everyone will learn something. Only I am standing still, I am afraid that they will use mocking faces to say that Zong Heng's disciples are nothing more than that, I am afraid that Master will lose all glory because of me, I am afraid that they will look down on you because of my existence."

He clutched the skirt in his hand, and cried out all the panic, powerlessness, and timidity: "I want Master to be proud of me, and I want to send all the best things in the world to Master!"

"The deity knows." Zong Heng's eyes are like a bottomless lake, in which thin ice gathers and is difficult to disperse, but at this time, because of Shen Qi's cry, it disperses a bit sharply.

His fingertips were slightly cool, brushing Shen Qi's cheeks, and said: "If it's too hard, forget it, Master will always protect you."

"I know." Shen Qi's nose was sore, his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, he choked and said, "But not only Master wants to protect me, but I also want to protect Master! But I'm so useless, today Draw talismans, only me, master, only I can't even draw a single talisman!"

He was extremely sad, feeling that all the beliefs he had held on to had been shattered, his body was stabbed with bruises, blood flowed continuously, and even the strength to start over was gone.

Zong Heng remained silent, but gently stroked Shen Qi's cheek until he slowly fell asleep, then wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly a white ball flashed, Samsara Realm walked out of it, saw the scattered wine bottles, and Zong Heng Shenqi who was embracing each other, the veins on his forehead throbbed violently, resisting his discomfort, he stretched out his hand and said, "Pavilion Master, humble yourself!" Hug."

Zong Heng avoids the reincarnation environment, crosses Shen Qi's knees, hugs the person in his arms, shrinks the ground into an inch, and walks to the living room, puts the person on the Babu bed, and covers him with a quilt.

Samsara Realm was a step late, only to see Zong Heng coming out of the living room, frowning and saying: "I feel that the pavilion master is getting used to him more and more."

Zong Heng bypassed the realm of reincarnation, walked along the long corridor, and came to the main hall of the Wuliang Hall. He walked to the first place, sat cross-legged, and said, "What is habit?"

His tone was low and indifferent, as if he had ice slag in his mouth, coupled with the frost and snow outside, he was so cold that he knelt down in the Samsara Realm.

Samsara Jing felt chills in his heart, prostrated himself on the ground, and said, "Humble and arrogant."

Zong Heng reined in the strong energy that was released, and said: "The outcast is not because of low qualifications, but because there are triple seals in his body, which suppressed his energy."

Samsara Realm's back was soaked in cold sweat. At this moment, the pressure dissipated, but he didn't dare to get up, he just said: "But Pavilion Master, if Shen Qi really can't get the leader in a month's trial in the martial arts hall, then the four big families will be afraid." There are some ideas."

With a calm expression, Zong Heng picked up the bamboo slips on the case table and said, "Didn't the four major families already have an idea?"

Samsara Jing's heart skipped a beat, she raised her head abruptly, and met Zong Heng's extremely deep eyes.

Zong Heng threw the bamboo slips in his hand to Samsara Realm, "Look, this is some investigation about mass graves."

Picking it up in Samsara Realm and looking it over carefully, I found that there are many clues pointing to someone who wanted to kill all the direct descendants of the four major families at the mass grave. The direct descendants of the big family will die in it.

At that time, the four major families took this opportunity to think about what Yizun Pavilion wanted, and Yizun Pavilion could only agree.

But what exactly he is seeking still needs to be investigated, and Samsara Jing took over this task, and he will never let anyone harm Yizun Pavilion's interests.

At this time, the dark clouds gradually dissipated, revealing the bright moon like a disc, and the gleaming light quietly climbed into the window lattice, falling on the tears at the corners of Shen Qi's eyes.

In his sleep, he still frowned, and muttered with the corners of his lips: "I'm sorry, Master."

When he woke up the next day, his head was hammered by severe pain, as if it was about to split open.

Suddenly, a soothing force gently landed on his acupoints, following the veins to relieve the pain, Shen Qi then slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a pair of eyes as quiet as a cold pool, he was stunned After a while, some incomplete fragments of crying, screaming and shouting suddenly appeared in my mind.

Two red clouds immediately climbed up Shen Ai's cheeks, and he pulled the quilt to cover his face with smoke from his head, and hurriedly shouted: "Master! I haven't washed yet, and I'm filthy and unsightly. Master, please leave quickly, don't let You dirty your eyes!"

Zong Heng remained silent, and sat quietly for a while, seeing that Shen Qi couldn't make up his mind, he took out an oiled paper bag from his sleeve, and slowly opened it, letting the scent of fried chestnuts in sugar be submerged into Shen Qi's breath.

Shen abandoned a carp rolling and jumping up, covered his face and covered his ears, and said: "Master, I seem to smell the smell of roasted chestnuts in sugar? Oh, it's because I'm starving and I'm hallucinating, right?"

Zong Heng still didn't speak, just put the oiled paper bag on the side, twisted one, and peeled out a pitted chestnut with a rough movement, looked at it carefully for a while, put it in the oiled paper bag, picked up the second one and started peeling. .

The sun gently fell on Zong Heng's indifferent eyebrows, softening his cold face, and Shen Qi was stunned for a moment. He slowly put down his hands, bent his knees and rested his chin to stare at Zong Heng's earnest peeling of chestnuts, and couldn't help it. The corners of his lips curled up with a smile, and the darkness in his eyes also eased a bit.

After a while, Zong Heng wrapped all the peeled chestnuts in oiled paper and put them in Shen Qi's hands.

Shen Qi's heart was hit suddenly.

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