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If it had not been for Qing Xuzi, Chu Ci would have died on that night of chaos and war, and there would never have been the Lingyun Sword Master in the future, nor would there be Zong Ci in this life.
"I want to...become a master of the Immortal Master."
He spoke nervously, with obvious hope in his words.
The immortal lowered his eyes, his dark blue eyes full of indifference.
"I never take disciples."
So, Zong Ci, who was only seven years old, held his breath and climbed nearly ten thousand jade steps from the foot of Taiyan Sect Mountain. Finally, he gritted his teeth and climbed to the top of the ladder using his hands and legs together. He fell down in front of the Lingguang Hall, surrounded by an endless stream of disciples, which shocked the entire sect.
His life was given by Qing Xuzi. Even though Zong Ci knew at that time that Qing Xuzi had no intention of accepting a disciple, he still stubbornly wanted to use this small and fragile body to break into the desolate eyes of the immortal, which seemed to tolerate all things. inside.
Finally, I finally got what I wanted.
Perhaps it was this persistence that moved Qing Xuzi.
The man in green clothes and black hair looked at the little prince kneeling on the ground indifferently, untied the jade crown, and let three thousand black hair fly in the air.
"From now on, you will be my eldest disciple, and you will be given the title Lingyun."
The man's cold and slender hands gently touched Zong Ci's head, and the coldness seemed to spread along his hair and into his heart.
"My sect doesn't have many rules. But there is one thing you need to keep in mind at all times—"
"If you go astray, I will personally clean up the door with my sword."
On the main peak of Taiyan Sect, the clouds and mist are rising, and the bells and drums of fairy music are sounding.
Zong Ci raised his head and could only see the ladder to heaven as towering as Bailian, with thousands of figures standing in the clouds, watching, and the small him was reflected in those eyes that were all-encompassing.
Their long hair was tangled in the wind, like a legacy.
Immortals caress my head, tie my hair and grant me immortality.
At that time, Zong Ci, who had just started, did not understand what kind of misguided path it meant.
Qingxuzi practiced ruthless swordsmanship. Naturally, as the eldest disciple, Zong Ci had to inherit the mantle.
Wuqingdao is recognized as one of the top swordsmanship. The difficulty lies in the harshness of entering the path.
Just before Zongci became a disciple of Qingxuzi and just established his foundation and officially embarked on the road of cultivating immortality, Qingxuzi took him to a place.
The mortal state of Qi.
After the demise of the Chu State, the situation of the Qi State was not much better.
The traitor who was inserted into Chu State by Qi State became prosperous in Qi State and became the prime minister.
Qing Xuzi took him to the Qi Palace, threw a sword over, and said coldly: "Ling Yun. Pick it up and take revenge."
The twelve-year-old Zong Ci was still a young boy who had just drawn a sword. He picked up the sword with some hesitation in his expression.
For the past five years, he has been practicing in the cave on the main peak. He rarely goes down the mountain. He often kills monsters, but killing people... Even though these people were the people who once destroyed the Chu Kingdom, Zong Ci still felt that the sword under his hand Extremely heavy.
Once you embark on the path of spiritual cultivation, there is a huge gap between your martial arts value and that of ordinary people. Even in the Qi refining stage, he can easily kill a mortal general with numerous meritorious deeds. It is easy to kill people in a palace, but few monks kill them without any reason, for fear of being contaminated by karma and hindering their practice.
"Master." Zong Ci looked a little struggling, "If you do this, will it be unforgivable to Heaven and owe you the cause and effect of killing?"
Qing Xuzi frowned fiercely: "A woman's kindness."
"You all have a cause and effect. He, the Qi State, massacred the members of your palace. Now you are taking revenge with your sword. It is reasonable and reasonable. Even the law of heaven cannot comment too much. The Qi State owes him the cause of the killing. You only need to pay him a portion of the killing. fruit."
"But-" Zong Ci wanted to say more, but was interrupted mercilessly.
"Idiot, they once destroyed your country, washed the entire palace into a river of blood, dragged out the women and children who had no power to fight back and beheaded them. You are the prince! The country hates family feud, and the hatred of destroying the country, how can you Can you forget it easily?”
"The rest of the monks are on an unstable path and have no idea about this ruthless path. If they don't cut off the worldly fate, they will never be able to enter it."
He said sarcastically, and suddenly waved out a palm, pointing his index finger towards the center of his eldest disciple's eyebrows.
In just an instant, Zong Ci felt that Qing Xuzi's voice suddenly became very far away, as far away as a thousand mountains away.
The cold voice was mixed with a sigh: "That's all, since I have long regarded you as the successor, I will give you a push today."
later
Zong Ci couldn't remember what happened next.
The young man in white had dull eyes and held a sword in both hands. Only when he woke up did he realize -
He has turned the state of Qi into the same scene as the night when the state of Chu was destroyed.
The newly severed head lay quietly at the boy's feet, staining the soles of his shoes blood red, like a fire burning in the distance.
"There are still people alive, pick up your sword."
In a place full of devastation and a sea of blood in purgatory. Qing Xuzi's voice was like the call for life behind the gate of hell, and he was completely unmoved by the tragic scene in front of him.
Zong Ci dropped the sword in a hurry and knelt on the ground, letting the blood soak into his white robes and burn into his heart.
"Master, it's enough that this disciple's great revenge has been avenged."
"My connection with the mortal world has been broken. I will definitely follow Master to practice well in the future and will never step into the mortal world."
After all, he used this mortal blood to pay hatred for hatred, and created a road to heaven.
Later, Zong Ci learned some clues from other people's vague revelations.
It turns out that a long time ago, when Qing Xuzi was still a disciple of Taiyan Sect, he became a Taoist companion with a disciple of the same gender in the sect.
Unfortunately, for some reason, the Taoist monk went wrong in his practice and fell into the devil's abyss.
"Then what?"
"Then... then your master raised his sword to kill him, passed through the thunder tribulation on the spot, jumped from the middle stage of Nascent Soul to two small realms, went straight to distraction, and became famous in the world of cultivation."
When the man talked about this past event, his expression was obviously a little scared, "They all say that we practice ruthlessness, but in fact it is not easy to be truly ruthless? Look at those who have practiced ruthlessness in the past and present, how many of them can cut off love? Love, kill your wife to prove it?”
"Besides, even if the obsession is irreversible, at least the two of them have been Taoist companions for hundreds of years. After getting along for so long, even cats and dogs have feelings for each other, but Qing Xuzi didn't hesitate at all. He raised his sword and cut off the head of the Taoist monk who was kneeling and begging, proving that Taoism is ruthless."
"Why do you think your master was able to become the leader of the righteous path without anyone's opposition? Because he hates evil so much that he has no tolerance for evil in his eyes, and also because he is ruthless and absolutely fair."
Zong Ci was shocked, but he was silent but not surprised at all.
Master has always been this kind of person, cold, ruthless, and extremely indifferent.
Sometimes even Zong Ci couldn't help but wonder whether he had any feelings at all.
Just like the night when Qi was massacred, Zongci was on the verge of collapse. But when Qing Xuzi looked down at the messy corpses from above, the firelight reflected in his desolate eyes failed to bring any warmth.
Therefore, in the end, I agreed with that sentence, and I can't blame anyone.
After becoming an immortal and becoming a demon again, Zong Ci's eyes were blood red, his whole body was full of black demon power, and he fell from the sky.
Qing Xuzi was frightened and angry, and struck out with a sword. Even facing his eldest disciple, whom he had known day and night for hundreds of years, he was not moved at all.
"I said so."
The man's eyes were filled with cold and unyielding ice, "If you become a demon, you will definitely clean up the family for me."
Senhan's sword energy struck Ling Yun Sword Master's heart, forcing Zong Ci to fall to the dust and vomit a mouthful of blood.
With this sword, Qing Xuzi did not hold back at all. This sword killed half of Zong Ci's life, which was seriously injured in the fight with the demon from outside the territory.
"I haven't lost my mind. Doesn't it mean... Master also... doesn't believe me?"
He murmured to himself, holding on to his pride and raising his head. Every time he said a word, his broken internal organs mixed with blood were vomited out, which was shocking.
Lingyun Sword Master, who has been the favored son of heaven since he entered the world of cultivation, has never been in such a embarrassing moment.
However, in exchange for a sneer.
"How can you trust someone who is possessed by a demon?"
Zong Ci couldn't see any emotion in those blue eyes.
Sure enough, sure enough.
His master is a ruthless person.
In a daze, Zong Ci remembered that sentence again.
"After hundreds of years together, even cats and dogs have some feelings for each other, but he doesn't hesitate at all, he is really ruthless. '
That's all, this life was given by him, so just give it back to him.
But the moment he saw this face, the unbearable past still surged open the valve, rushing out from the depths of Zong Ci's mind that he didn't want to recall.
With cramps, sadness, disbelief, trance, pain, and hatred enough to corrode bones.
The Xuanyi disciple's face suddenly became a bit paler, and his already haggard face became even more ugly, with all the blood gone and on the verge of collapse.
Countless sounds sounded in Zong Ci's ears, some were light or heavy, sometimes loud and sometimes small, distant and close.
Mingming... Mingming Zongci thought that Qingxuzi had already ascended to immortality and left this world, never to see him again in this life.
Obviously after reviving his life, he has decided to abandon the past.
Revenge is like a road filled with karmic fire from hell. Once you are contaminated by it, you will live under the shadow of karmic fire for the rest of your life.
Can hatred only be quelled by hatred? Is there only one way to go in this world
Zeng Ci was still young and could not disobey his master's orders.
But now, he has already decided to let go of everything.
It is better to say that it is letting go of hatred than letting go of oneself.
The moment Xuanyi disciple turned around, the little boy in green robe and black hair narrowed his eyes and showed an innocent smile.
This face was much more immature and younger than Zong Ci remembered, but it still easily evoked his nightmares.
Zong Ci subconsciously wanted to retreat, but quickly tightened his fingertips, as if waking up from a dream.
You have to live for yourself in this life.
"Which peak are you a disciple of? What are you doing here?"
This question made the Xuanyi boy's pupils shrink slightly, and he quickly returned to his usual peace.
"No... I am an outer disciple who comes here to clean up."
Zong Ci showed an ugly expression.
No, no, you can't reveal your identity.
He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, slowly squatted down, and looked level with the little boy wearing a blue robe.
Black eyes and pale eyes looked at each other. Suddenly, the former opened his arms, arched his eyebrows, and smiled as darkly as the sky, like an extremely ordinary boy, no different from any seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, with a brisk tone.
"You are a child from which peak? Why did you come here to the Sutra Pavilion? Do you want me to take you away?"
The young man in Xuanyi paused, and the complex expression on his face disappeared in a flash.
He originally wanted to go to Chixiao Palace, but now that Rong Lian has brought it up, although he is unwilling to do so, he is reasonable... If there is an additional layer of identity as a distinguished guest personally invited by the Demon Emperor, fishing in troubled waters may be possible. It will be more convenient.