Lu Mingfeng fought against the three chiefs of Mu Qinian, Chu Changfeng, and Xie Wanting by himself. Later, people from the Chiyao faction and Wuji Jianzong also joined in, plus a man who had been wronged and finally turned over. Elder Qianyang, the result is obvious.
Hua Che was not worried about the battle situation in the secret realm. Right now, he was dizzy and weak, and he didn't have the energy to say "let me down" to Chu Binghuan, so he had to hold him.
The matter in the secret realm spread all over the Shangqing Xianmen in just half a day, and all the disciples were shocked.
The monks who came to participate in the Ten Thousand Gates Martial Arts Association felt that their beliefs had collapsed, and the Immortal Venerable who had always deeply admired and respected became like this. They were surprised at the beginning, then disappointed, and finally frustrated.
The feeling of being deceived is unpleasant. Tens of thousands of disciples are furious, and they surround the Shangqing Pavilion on their own, waiting for Lu Mingfeng to come out and smash their corpses into thousands of pieces!
Chu Binghuan hugged Hua Che and walked to the courtyard where Lingxiao Palace was staying. When passing through the hanging flower gate, Hua Che, who had always been honest, suddenly hooked Chu Binghuan's neck hard and put his head on Chu Binghuan's shoulder. Very affectionately cuddled.
Chu Binghuan trembled.
I just heard Hua Che say in his ear, "Hold tight, if you fell the slave family, how would you give birth to a big fat boy?"
Chu Binghuan: "..."
Chu Binghuan tried Hua Che's forehead, and as expected, it was really hot.
As soon as this person has a fever, he talks nonsense, and the foreword does not fit the rest.
Chu Binghuan put the person on the bed and pulled the quilt to cover it. The fever was so fierce that Hua Che was half asleep and half fainted after a while.
He saw a lot of people, including Lu Mingfeng with a grinning smile, Lu Yao who was exhausted, Yin Wuhui with a yin and yang anger, and even more tears. Although the pain was to the extreme, he still comforted him with gentle words. mother-in-law.
After the catastrophe of Shangqing Xianmen, he faced the crusade of Xiandao families, and he was speechless.
He also gave up. After all, he was not conspiring with them. Before, he tried to keep him and try to coexist peacefully. Now that he thinks about it, he is too naive.
Yin Wugui had already expected that his tone was pitiful, but his expression was full of schadenfreude: "The son of the Demon Lord, how is it that he wants to be of the same mind and virtue with the Immortal Dao? Are you satisfied with their reaction? You are still in your current situation. ?"
Yin Wuhui said a lot, drenched Xiandao cultivator's scolding, and persuaded Hua Che to stay in the Fen Qing Palace, and work with his father and son to achieve Qianqiu's hegemony.
Hua Che smiled when he heard it: "I still said that, you didn't do anything, you just got a son in vain, how can there be such a cheap thing in the world."
Yin Wuhui said eagerly, "I've said so much for my father, but you still don't want to stay? They treat you like that, why don't you give up?"
"I give up." Hua Che said lightly, "Does it have anything to do with your Demon Venerable? If I give up on Immortal Dao, do I have to have hope for Demon Dao? My mother said, my name is Chunche Wugou, Xianchen No. Dye; my state of mind should be as broad and free as the clear sky for thousands of miles, with no dark clouds and no worrying rain, always gentle and sunny. Even if the heaven and the earth do not allow me, even if a hundred schools of immortality attack me, I will definitely not be with you and other bloodthirsty demon cultivators For the team!"
Hua Che left.
He didn't want to join forces with Yin Wuhui, and he couldn't continue to walk side by side with Xiandao. He thought about what to do in the future.
Anyway, he had already been expelled from the teacher's door, so he simply returned to the mortal world, went to see Granny Jiang, and went to find everyone in the drunken building, and he could eat, drink, and have fun for the rest of his life. Wait another 20 or 30 years, and when Granny Jiang is dead, he will give her retirement to the elderly. After that, he will find a beautiful paradise, and do his loose cultivation in peace. Woolen cloth!
Hua Che thought very well, although those Xianmen cultivators hated him and shouted and killed him, but as long as he didn't provoke him, he could just sit in a corner, and they couldn't find him.
Can't be provoked or can't hide
But what Hua Che didn't expect was that he didn't provoke others, but others rushed to provoke him.
Hua Che returned to Hangzhou, and as soon as he entered the city, he heard the people whispering at the entrance of the city, saying "it's pitiful", "being robbery", "all blood is scary" and other words, Hua Che has a kind of ominous hunch.
He reached the drunken building in an instant, and Hua Che was completely stunned by everything that caught his eye.
All blood.
As far as the eye can see, there are all blood and corpses. The corpses are lying in the house, in the courtyard, on the stairs, or on the broken tables, chairs and benches. And the bloodstains are splattered, splattered, dried up and blackened, and bright red trickling constantly flowing...
The whole drunken building was filled with a bloody smell that was soaring to the sky. There was no whining or shouting here, and there was just death. The air was filled with desperate suffocation.
Drunk all over the building, chickens and dogs do not stay.
Hua Che's body trembled uncontrollably, and he stepped forward stiffly, looking at corpses one by one, including girls, turtle masters, handymen, and kitchen assistants in the kitchen.
One hundred and thirty-eight mouths, all dead.
who did it? Who will be the murderer!
Yin has no regrets? Because he didn't agree to his request, so he vented his anger with Zuimanlou
Hua Che felt that his heart was being stabbed again and again.
Suddenly, there was a sound from the ground.
Hua Che was stunned, looked down, and there was still a trace of anger lying at his feet... the old bustard!
There were still people alive in the courtyard full of dead bodies. Hua Che was almost mad with surprise, and hurriedly helped the old lady up: "Mom, who did this, tell me who it is!"
The prostitute's eyes were open, blood and tears were flowing, her eyes were dull, and her body was motionless.
Although she wasn't dead yet, she was no longer alive, only a little bit of spiritual consciousness was left, and Hua Che locked it in time to directly search for her memory.
From the prostitute's point of view, what came into view was the face of a great disciple of a famous immortal sect, surnamed Miao.
"Tell me! Where is the beast Hua Qingkong! Hurry up and hand over the people. If you have any protection in your heart, you will share the same sin with Hua Qingkong!"
The old bustard was frightened by the situation. More than one Xianmen cultivator broke in through the gate. Judging by their clothes, a mighty group of people from this sect and that hall surrounded the drunken building.
"What, the concubine doesn't know what you are talking about. Isn't that child a disciple of Shangqing Xianmen? You go to Shangqing Xianmen to ask someone to go, what's the matter with the concubine?"
A few girls shivered and hid behind the old bustard, and also shouted: "That's right, we are all mortal women, it's pointless for you to invade private houses with majesty and intimidation!"
Miao Jianxiu said: "Don't pretend to be confused with me! Hua Che's blood washes Shangqing Xianmen, and it's not enough to kill Zhangjiao Lu in a frenzy, and more than five thousand disciples of the whole sect died wrongly, this blood debt, I will wait. We must get it back on behalf of Immortal Master Luyao, and kill this thief with a thousand swords!"
"Impossible!" The oiran upstairs stepped down and exclaimed, "You must be mistaken, Che'er won't kill, he won't!"
The other girls also nodded and said, "That's right, we all watched that child grow up. How could we not know what kind of character he is?"
"There must be misunderstandings here, there must be grievances!"
Miao Jianxiu: "Okay, all of you are talking for that thief one by one, it's really ulterior motives, you are a group!"
Everyone's faces turned pale: "Xianshi, don't talk nonsense!"
"Nonsense? My son knows that Hua Che was a child without food, and you all helped the son of a prostitute! But do you know who his biological father is? It was a bloodthirsty demon who killed innocent people. Venerable! Haha, you already knew that, right? You are protecting the son of Demon Venerable, and now something has happened, and you are still arguing for him inside and out, do you really think we are all stupid!"
"Come on! Take Hua Che's "Magic Tomb" in one pot, and everyone here has been educated by Hua Che. If you don't get rid of it at this time, it will become Hua Che's help in the future and harm the world!"
They are all mortals who are powerless. If a monk wants to kill them, it is easier than crushing an ant.
What came into my ears were the screams of exhausted screams, screaming to the sky, blood repeatedly washing the floor tiles, and the living people turned into corpses.
"Don't kill that old woman! Keep her and lead Hua Che to come out and die!"
Granny Jiang, who was huddled and shivering under the table, didn't know where the courage came from after hearing this, and rammed directly into the monk's sword. If it wasn't for the cultivator's quick response, with the power of this immortal sword, Granny Jiang's head would have to move.
"Damn old woman, you don't want to be taken hostage by us, do you want to die?" The cultivator put down the Dao Binding Immortal Lock, grabbed Granny Jiang's hair fiercely, and raised it, "Your young master has killed so many insanely. Man, it is not a pity to burn him to ashes! And you, the sinner who supports the son of Demon Venerable, is also a sinner! When we kill Hua Che alive, we will immediately send you underground to accompany him!"
The residual consciousness finally dissipated, and the old man died with his eyes open.
Hua Che stood up trembling, stumbled over something under his feet, and was covered in blood. He ran to the backyard in embarrassment and wrote the words in blood on the wall of the shadow wall: Shangqing Palace.
They took Granny Jiang to Shangqing Hall, where they were going to hold a ceremony to pay homage to Lu Mingfeng with the blood of Granny Jiang and Hua Che, and to pay homage to the dead souls of the disciples!
Hua Che returned to Shangqing Xianmen with his sword, and at the foot of Kunlun Mountain was Lu Mingfeng's eldest disciple. Throwing it into the air forcefully: "Start from here, kneel up the mountain!"
The ancestors of Wanshan are ups and downs, and Shangqing Xianmen is just at the highest peak of Kunlun Mountain. The mountain road is rugged, and it is still hard to walk on foot, not to mention kneeling and moving forward.
Hua Che sneered, his eyes overflowing with cold light: "Who do you want me to kneel on, Lu Mingfeng?"
"Kneeling to the master who was killed by you, kneeling to the five thousand fellow students who were killed by you!"
Grandma Jiang was on top, no matter how much hatred he had, even if he was insulted, he could only do it.
Kneeling forward from the foot of the mountain, from sunrise to sunset, when he arrived at Shangqingtai, his lower body was bloody, and his knees were like smashed watermelons. He tried to get up, but had to fall back because of the pain.
He didn't have time to consider whether it hurt or not, because his whole body and mind were on Granny Jiang.
Granny Jiang was tied up by Wuhua and knelt in the middle of the Shangqing stage. Her body was covered with countless major and small injuries. Hua Che did not know how much she suffered and suffered on the way up.
He only felt that there was a cluster of fire in his body, the more it burned, the more vigorous it was, and it was about to dry out his internal organs.
"Little Master..." Granny Jiang burst into tears.
The Shangqing Stage was very lively. There were all the monks who participated in the massacre of Drunk Manlou, and the disciples of the Shangqing who wore clothes and filial piety. Everyone stared at him with grief and indignation. gagging.
Hua Che: "How many times do I have to say it, I didn't kill the five thousand disciples of Shangqing Xianmen! If you have hatred, go to Fen Qing Palace, go to Yin Wuhui!
A Jian Xiu named Zhang Shan angrily said, "Even if what you said is true, even if it was indeed done by Yin Wuhui, but so what, can that prove your innocence! The sins you have committed should be repaid by you!"
Father's debt repayment
Just because he inherited Yin Wugui's blood, he deserved this catastrophe, so Zuimanlou deserved to be implicated by him
Hua Che smiled, with a heart-warming smile, and devoured his heart and soul: "Am I not wronged? All of you are filled with righteous indignation. If you want to cut me with a thousand cuts, you will also smash my bones to ashes. Dare to ask, I killed them. Your parents, or slaughtered your entire family?"
An old man closed his eyes: "A mosquito flew by your side, it didn't bite you, but you still wanted to kill it."
Hua Che's eyes gradually faded, his eyes overflowing with desolation and irony, he raised the corners of his bloodless lips, and showed a proud smile: "I understand, I was born to be a sin, and I was born to die! Even if there is no way In the matter of Ming Feng, without those five thousand lives, I should be damned!"
The son of Demon Venerable, and so excellent, everyone is afraid of it.
Rather than saying they hate it, it is better to say they are afraid.
They were afraid that Hua Che would join the Fen Qing Palace, that Hua Che would be Yin Wugui's right-hand man, and the head of the martial arts for three consecutive ten thousand sects, how could people not be afraid
Hua Che let out a miserable laugh, his eyes were fierce and sinister like never before: "If you want to avoid future troubles forever, even if you come to kill me, Drunk Man Lou, and Granny Jiang, how innocent!"
The cultivator seemed to be waiting for these words, and roared angrily: "How innocent are the five thousand disciples of the Supreme Qing! They cover you up and live in a nest with your snakes and rats, and their crimes should be punished!"
"Avenge me, right? Ruining my place of return and killing my beloved." Hua Che laughed angrily.
This is the fairy way!
This is the famous immortal sect that everyone praises!
Finally, Lu Yao, who had been lying on the bed for a long time, was helped out by someone and shouted: "Hua Che, an abandoned disciple of the Shangqing Dynasty, has ambitions of a wolf child, deceives his master and destroys his ancestors, and even joined forces with Yin Wuhui in the Fen Qing Palace to kill five thousand disciples of the Shang Qing Dynasty. All of them, their sins cannot be tolerated, and should be sentenced to capital punishment!"
There is an ancient formation in Shangqingtai, one is to prevent demon cultivators from committing crimes, and this ancient formation can be used to fight back; the other is to clear the door, and specially deal with those disciples who have sinned and cannot be forgiven.
The old Taoist drew his sword across Granny Jiang's neck, and threatened in a cold voice, "Hua Che, don't try to escape!"
Hua Che, who was trying to withdraw from the Shangqing stage, took a step.
Unexpectedly, Granny Jiang, who had been crying silently, suddenly smiled, with a warm and welcoming smile: "Little Master, this old slave misses a girl, so I won't accompany you anymore."
After speaking, Granny Jiang didn't even think about it, she took the initiative to hit the blade, and blood was flowing!
"Mother-in-law!" Hua Che paled in horror, and regardless of the activation of the formation, he rushed towards Granny Jiang without hesitation, waving his hand to kill the old Taoist.
Blood splattered all over the floor.
Although the pain had penetrated into the bone marrow, Granny Jiang was still smiling. She slowly raised her hand and gently stroked Hua Che's face: "Little young master, don't cry... Old slave, I'm looking for a girl..."
Zhenyuan poured into Granny Jiang's body through Hua Che's palm, but it seemed like grains of sand fell into the sea, leaving no trace, and could not be filled no matter what.
The ancient formation had already started, but Hua Che couldn't feel the pain. The blood in his heart had drained and he turned into a mass of dead objects. This dead object shattered into slag, leaving only an empty blood hole.
"Yeah." Hua Che replied in a low voice.
Granny Jiang's soul began to disintegrate, she fondly touched Hua Che's face, and smiled: "Everyone who is drunk... is also on the road, this old slave is not alone at all, not to mention that at the end of the road, there is also your mother. what!"
"Um."
"It doesn't matter, they don't believe you, the old slave believes you, the old slave has taken care of you for so many years, and even the one who delivered you was the old slave, the old slave still doesn't know you..."
As a child, Hua Che heard her mother mention Granny Jiang.
Granny Jiang was also a hard worker. She was sold by her adoptive father to a theatre group at a young age, and then moved to Zuimanlou. Because she was not good-looking, she could not be a prostitute and could only be a maid.
It lasted for more than 30 years. Later, Hua Meier entered the Zuimanlou, and Granny Jiang was assigned to take care of Hua Meier's clothing, food and daily life.
Granny Jiang sympathized with Hua Meier's experience and admired Hua Meier's character. She has been with her for many years. After Hua Meier became pregnant, she even took her mother to redeem and leave.
Those days were really miserable. I spent all my savings in order to redeem myself, and I couldn't afford to hire my biological mother. It was still mother-in-law Jiang who was now studying and selling, and was clumsy to deliver Hua Mei'er.
He carried Hua Che out with his own hands, cut the umbilical cord with his own hands, bathed and changed clothes for him, and wrapped him in a swaddling swaddling clothes.
After Hua Mei'er died, Granny Jiang didn't abandon Hua Che. She did rough labor and odd jobs. She bought meat for Hua Che to make up her body with meager wages. In order to save money, she only ate one wotou a day. She was really hungry. Just drink water to satisfy your hunger.
The old bustard couldn't stand it any longer, and asked her if she was saving money for coffins
Granny Jiang smiled very kindly, and her eyes flashed with longing: "That's the money for the young master to marry a daughter-in-law. He doesn't have any background, and the young master is not very straight in other people's homes."
Grandma Jiang never married and had no children.
She regards Hua Che as her own son, and treats him with all her heart and lungs. She saves money and saves money, lest the young master will be looked down upon.
If Hua Che is jumping up and down, Granny Jiang has the strength to do rough and heavy work. If Hua Che was sick in bed, Granny Jiang could not take off her clothes. She stayed up in bed for two days and two nights without sleeping. She stayed in front of the bed to take care of him.
When she learned that the young master had become a disciple of the Shangqing, she didn't mention how excited she was. She told it from house to house, for fear that some people would not know her young master's achievements.
"Stop talking, take a rest!" Granny Jiang's body became colder and colder, and Hua Che subconsciously hugged her tightly.
"Don't forget what your mother said." Granny Jiang looked up at the sky, her pupils losing their luster a little bit, "Pure, clean and dust-free, as broad and free as the clear sky, without dark clouds and rain, always gentle sunny."
When Hua Che's last trace of real energy was exhausted, Granny Jiang smiled and closed her eyes.
Wan Lai was silent.
It's gone, it's gone.
What broad freedom? Where the freedom comes from, where can it be broad!
What is gentle and sunny? What I saw and heard, only ferocity, only fury! There are dark clouds above his head, and he is faced with a bloody storm, and his state of mind is dark!
Why! ! !
Everyone who is drunk, how innocent, how wronged!
Granny Jiang raised him from childhood to adulthood. She didn't enjoy a few years of happiness, but was implicated by him, and died in a foreign land like this!
The hopes in his heart disappeared one by one, and the thoughts in his heart collapsed one by one!
Dark clouds piled up all over the sky, and finally a torrential rain fell, thunder and lightning roared together, and the fierce ancient formation swallowed Hua Che completely.
Although his body is dead, and his bones are gone, his unforgettable hatred and unwillingness make his spirit immortal.
He fell into the underworld, where thousands of dead souls return.
It is said that the devil world is gloomy and bloody, that is because they have no knowledge, they have never really been to the ghost world, so they don't know that this is the real purgatory.
The sky is black, the ground is red, and that is the blood that has accumulated for thousands of years.
There is no light here, the stench of rotting wafts in the air, and broken bones and remnants of souls are trampled underfoot.
Evil ghosts in the sky, endless evil spirits are rampant, and the group of ghosts feasts together, roaring excitedly, and even more excited to welcome the influx of new ghosts.
That's what they bully.
The ghost world has the survival rules of the ghost world. You can be reincarnated in seven days, and within these seven days, you must ensure that you can survive at all costs.
It is not at all like what is said in the folklore book about Yama, and what is black and white impermanence.
There are no ghosts or judges here. This is a place of lawlessness. Groups of ghosts kill each other, the weak will be swallowed by the strong, and the strong will rely on the soul absorbed by them to cultivate and strengthen themselves, and can transform from a spiritual body to a real body.
If you are lucky enough to live for seven days, then you can be reincarnated. If you don't want to be reborn at the wrong time, then there is only one fate - ghost repair.
One hundred years of repairing bones and blood, one thousand years of repairing skin and flesh.
Every year on the fifteenth day of the seventh month, the yin qi is at its peak, and the gate of hell is wide open.
Forget the past and reincarnate
how is this possible!
If the drunk man did not die, and if Granny Jiang was still alive, perhaps he would choose to reincarnate, and would gladly take off the bloodline imposed by Yin Wugui, and be an innocent ordinary person in the next life.
But now, he wants revenge!
With this ugly and disgusting body, he made a comeback with the status that the world cannot be spurned by everyone.
Bullying new ghosts is the eternal pleasure of the ghost world. They guard the entrance and eat one after another. Although the spirit is weaker, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat.
Unexpectedly-
The clear long sword pierced through the darkness, and the dazzling light blinded the eyes of countless evil spirits.
Thousands of ghosts wailing, thousands of ghosts cry together!
The senior who lived in the ghost world for thousands of years learned that there was a powerful character here, not an ordinary mortal, but an immortal master.
And this Immortal Master is not like other famous cultivators, he is ruthless and merciless, his power is fierce and fierce, and God blocks and kills God, and no one dares to test his edge.
Ordinary ghosts, even if they are immortal masters with roots, need at least a hundred years to achieve ghost cultivation, but this new talent is different.
In just fifty years, the skeleton was repaired, and the flesh and blood were repaired in two hundred years!
In less than three hundred years, except for a few places that have not yet been fully developed, he is no different from a human being.
The old ghost felt that he had guessed all wrong before. He thought that this Hua Che was an immortal teacher during his lifetime, but judging from his vicious and ruthless behavior, he should have been a demon cultivator during his lifetime.
On the night of the Chinese New Year's Day, all the evil spirits shivered and gathered at the exit of the underworld.
I saw that man's body was bubbling with suffocation, and the gang wind swept the remnant clouds, and the vegetation withered wherever he passed, and some souls were so frightened that they forgot to escape, but they were contaminated with the yin wind that spread out from the man, and they disappeared in an instant.
Finally, the man walked out of the gate of the ghost realm, and the ghosts cheered.
This evil god is finally gone! ! !
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