"At that time, Vermillion Bird was a semi-abandoned Cultivation Star, and the highest cultivator of the Huo Fen Nation was only the Nascent Soul..." The purple-clothed woman had a deep recollection in her eyes. She had been away from Vermillion Star for a long time, but at that time But his memories stay in his mind and cannot be forgotten.
As she told, slowly, almost all the monks in the inn listened to their sounds, and some even took a few steps forward with a look of fascination.
"Suzaku star, the hometown of the venerable... His old man grew up there and slowly reached its current glory..." the middle-aged scholar sighed slightly.
"I am the monk of Huo Fen Nation. Later, Huo Fen Nation suffered drastic changes and had to seek refuge in Xuanwu. The Xuanwu Nation refused to allow it. Therefore, a battle between the two cultivation nations..." Scenes of fighting.
"Ma Liang... Maybe he really is a veteran. At that time, even though he was still a foundation monk, he had already emerged. It is said that there were hundreds of people of the same rank who died in his hands." The purple-clothed woman said softly. Slowly echoed in this inn.
As soon as this sentence came out, it immediately caused an uproar among the surrounding monks.
"Building the foundation and killing hundreds of cultivators of the same rank, this... it's almost impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible, how can the honour be imaginable by people like me."
"The lower the cultivation base, although the gap between them is small, the magical powers and magic weapons that the foundation-building cultivators can display are extremely limited. I didn't expect that the title was so strong at that time. No wonder that in the battle of the sea of clouds. In, Fengzun can reverse the universe!"
In the voice of the discussion, the white-clothed man who opened the curtain of the inn, touched his nose, walked in front of the black-clothed monk, smiled kindly at the excited black-clothed monk, and pressed his right hand down slightly. He put the black-clothed monk who was about to stand up and kneel down on the chair again.
"Master..." The black-clothed monk was Thirteen. There was excitement in his eyes, and his mind was blank when he sat there. Wang Lin's appearance was so sudden that Thirteen had no previous predictions at all.
This young man in white is Wang Lin.
After handling the affairs of Zhaohe Seven Colors Realm, Wang Lin will go to Vermilion Star to pay homage to his parents, where he will refine the three roots of cause and effect, life and death, and true and false.
He passed by here on the way, felt the breath of the clone of Thirteen and that ancient demon, and came over.
Looking at the thirteen in front of him, Wang Lin looked relieved. He still remembered the first time he saw the scenes of the thirteen o'clock in the land of the demon spirit, the perseverance and loyalty of the other party, even if it was a thousand After many years, it is still the same.
"This child is more and more like when I was in my early years." Wang Lin sighed lightly. The cold breath of these thirteen bodies was quite similar to that of him when he was in Vermilion Star.
Thirteen took a deep breath and was about to speak, but when he saw Wang Lin shook his head lightly, he stopped talking, but the enthusiasm and respect in his brows was extremely strong.
For him, Wang Lin is his master and his benefactor. His life has changed because of the other party. Even if he is dead, he will never forget even the slightest.
He is thirteen, the loyal and ruthless thirteen!
"Later, during the battle, there was no news of him. I remember that it was probably before he was about to leave Huo Fen Nation. I met him..." The purple-clothed woman spoke softly, causing the surrounding discussion to gradually calm down. .
No one noticed the young man in white who had raised the curtain and walked in. All their attention had been attracted by the words of the woman in purple.
"Later I heard faintly that he rescued Li Muwan, and under the chase of a monk, he entered an extremely dangerous place on Vermilion Star. It was called... Xiu Mohai." The purple-clothed woman's voice was faint, as she remembered. Thoughts circulate in this inn.
Listening to the words of the purple-clothed woman, Wang Lin picked up the wine glass. After taking a sip, years passed by in his eyes, and his face slowly showed a smile. He was reminded of his memories. He still remembers Li Muwan being helpless when he was chased by the monk. His eyes and the cry for help after seeing himself.
Thirteen picked up the hip flask and filled it for Master.
"Cultivator of alchemy? Humph, that monk of alchemy is still alive now. He dared to chase down and kill Fengzun arrogantly. If he were alive, his cultivation level would certainly not be much higher, even if the Fengzun ignored him, old man. He will also be killed by refining his soul!"
"Yes, he provokes the prince, and he provokes all the fellow daoists in the four star regions in my realm!"
"Miss Zhou, what's the name of Nie Xiu who chased and killed Feng Zun back then!"
"Forget... Later, I never saw the Fengzun, but hundreds of years later, I heard people say that there was a monk named Wang Lin who was a blockbuster on Vermilion Star. He was originally the repairer of Zhao Guo, who provoke him when he was building the foundation in his early years. A monk with the surname Yuanying was killed by him." The purple-clothed woman shook her head and spoke softly.
It was the first time that many monks in the surrounding area heard about this, and they all fell silent. They could imagine that after experiencing all these things, the pain of heart and soul would definitely be very human to bear.
"Then he returned to the country of Zhao and did something that shocked my Suzaku star. The blood of Zhao country was flowing into a river... It was really a river of blood flowing into a river. The whole family of the Yuan Ying monk, all the young and old, died, and no one lived... He had no wife. Human kindness, but to completely vent the hatred that year. Anyone with the blood of the Teng family will die... According to the rumors, at that time, the sky in the country of Zhao was bloody..." The purple-clothed woman's voice was soft. , But it can be heard in the ears of the surrounding monks, but it makes them feel the monstrous killing and hatred as if they were on the scene.
Faintly, they seemed to be able to hear the terrifying roar when the enemy Manchu was wiped out without leaving any trouble after the final revenge was avenged!
Wang Lin was silent, sipping the wine one by one, with sadness in his eyes. Thirteen was filled with a cup. This was the first time he heard Wang Lin's story, and he was also silent.
"Well, this is called revenge!"
"The Teng surnamed Yuanying Xiaoxiu, really should be killed, as for its full house..." Some monks faintly disagree.
"Hmph, you are not exalted, how can you realize the sadness of exalting the past, how can you realize the despair of the death of all your relatives, the old man thinks it is not an exaggeration!"
In the whispers of everyone, the voice of the purple-clothed woman continued to echo.
Wang Lin sipped the wine from the toast, put it down and looked up to the distance. He really missed home, missed his parents, wanted to worship, and sent a handful of soil.
"Let's go." Wang Lin stood up and walked outside the inn. Thirteen left a few spirit stones on the table and followed Wang Lin.
"I have only heard about the past about the feudal lord. He had a chance to become the lord of Vermillion Bird Star, but in the end he chose to leave... On Vermillion Bird Star, there is a statue of him, guarding there... "The purple-clothed woman was right there. Speaking softly, he suddenly seemed to be aware of it, and subconsciously turned and looked at the door of the inn behind him.
Her gaze passed thirteen, and she paused on Wang Lin's back.
"This person is a little familiar..."
Wang Lin lifted the curtain by the door of the inn, turned his head, glanced at the eyes of the purple-clothed woman who was paying attention behind him, with a smile on her face, gently shook his head, and walked out.
Thirteen followed and left the inn with Wang Lin.
The purple-clothed woman shook her body, and her whole person was stunned. What appeared in her eyes was the smile of the white-clothed person, and the figure that gradually seemed to be getting more and more familiar and overlapping with the person in her heart. .
"He... He is..." The purple-clothed woman was shocked, she couldn't believe it, her mind was blank, but her smile became clearer and deeper, as if she wanted to rush out of her mind.
"It's him!!"
"Senior Sister, what's the matter with you?" Seeing the other person staying there, the woman in pink could not help but gently push a few times. Following her senior sister's gaze, she looked back, but only saw the gently shaking cover curtain. .
Not only her, but even the monks all around looked at it, but apart from the faint shaking of the curtain, there was no one else.
"Nothing..." The woman in purple clothes, her name is Zhou Zihong.
She subconsciously pulled the scattered strands of blue silk behind, was silent for a moment, and continued to speak out the things in her memory softly, and a melancholy smile slowly appeared at the corner of her mouth, as she told the story, it appeared in her mind. The smile on Wang Lin's face when he turned his head.
On the Xiuzhen Star in this city, at the top of a highest mountain, the mountain breeze whizzed past, as if it was about to roll the earth to embrace the long sky. On the top of the mountain, Wang Lin stood there, thirteen opposite, kneeling on one knee.
"Master, thirteen wishes are always with you!"
"Thirteen, you are the first disciple I have received, and you have been with me for the longest time." Wang Lin's voice was soft, looking at Thirteen, his expression was very kind.
Thirteen nodded slightly, looked at Wang Lin's gaze, with a trace of attachment, Wang Lin was like a teacher to him, like a father.
"But if the juvenile wants to grow, it needs to face the wind and rain alone, feel the mighty world alone, and become a Tianpeng stepping on the clouds under the wind and rain. This is what you did well before..." Wang Lin patted Thirteen's shoulders, whispered softly.
"But Master..." Shisan was about to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Lin shaking his head.
"Thirteen, my disciple of Wang Lin cannot be the kind of cultivation that can only look to the sky under my protection. My disciple of Wang Lin must have the heart to go against the sky, and the firmness and determination to fight the sky and the earth. Determined!" Wang Lin looked at Thirteen and slowly spoke.
"My disciple of Wang Lin, I want to be like a dragon among people, wandering in the nine heavens, and under the admiration of Wan Xiu, he will tell him that he is my first disciple of Wang Lin!"
"Master!!" Thirteen looked excited and nodded heavily.
"Of course, if someone bullies you, then you will never be allowed to be a teacher! From today, you will start your own path in the name of my first disciple!" Wang Lin has only these thirteen disciples for his disciples. Attention is the most, and emotionally, it is also the most. As he said, he raised his right hand and patted the thirteen head.