The young Lu Yujiu stammered and recounted the process of worshipping himself in Qingliang Valley.
While traveling in the mortal world, an idle and nameless ghost cultivator fell in love with a mortal woman. He bid farewell to Ming Crow Country and stayed with her.
The woman gave birth to Lu Yujiu, but fell ill during the confinement period, and her body became weaker and weaker, and she passed away when Lu Yujiu was three years old.
For the first time, Gui Xiu tasted the pain of parting from death, and the grief was unbearable, so he left his child and died in love.
Lu Yujiu's mother also had a younger sister in her family, who dragged Lu Yujiu to eight years old, and she saw that the marriage age would be over, because she had a half-old child, and no one cared.
After Xiao Lu Yujiu understood people's affairs, he heard a few gossips from others. He knew that he was a drag on his aunt, so he sensiblely picked up a small burden and said that he was going to seek immortals to ask, so he said goodbye to his aunt and left home alone. And go.
Before the entanglement was exhausted, he came to Qingliang Valley.
The senior who brought him to the entrance did not examine it carefully, so he indulged this little devil to cultivate into the Qingliang Valley.
And Lu Yujiu didn't even know that his bloodline was different, which was absolutely beyond the tolerance of the right path. When he was twelve years old, the blood of the ghost clan awakened, but he already regarded Qinglianggu as his home, and planned to leave many times, but he was finally reluctant to give up.
Lu Yujiu timidly begged: "…Senior Brother Xu, I don't want to be a disaster, I just want to find a place to live."
Xu Xingzhi stepped on the stream stone: "You are really brave enough to stay in Qingliang Valley after your bloodline is awakened? Qingliang Valley Wen Xuechen's reputation, don't you know?"
"Just heard..." The young Lu Yujiu lowered his head, "Senior brother Wen has always been extremely disgusted by the wicked..."
Xu Xingzhi: "It's more than just hate. How old are you this year?"
Lu Yujiu replied obediently, "Fourteen."
Xu Xingzhi sighed: "The year you were born, when the ghost clan was rampant and arrogant, causing disaster to all directions. Xue Chen saw his parents being brutally murdered by the ghost clan when he was a child. He was frightened and painful, induced heart disease, and even suffered physical damage. He is weak and not good at doing things. He worshipped Qinglianggu to practice immortality in order to take revenge. With his physique, if he can be a senior brother in Qinglianggu, you should know how much hatred is supporting him. down."
Xu Xingzhi still remembered the day when the Ming Crow Kingdom was destroyed, Wen Xuechen used magic to drive the five elements, shuttle among the ghosts, bringing a rain of blood everywhere he went.
Wen Xuechen has been frail since childhood, and has a heavy heart, and his black hair was dyed a frost color prematurely. After the battle, he rocked his wheelchair and walked from the sea of blood on the mountain of corpses, letting the blood fall, dyeing his gray hair into blood red.
There were tears in the blood running down his cheeks.
Xu Xingzhi, who was also covered in blood, stepped forward, pushed the wheelchair for him with one hand, and shook the folding fan he was holding with the other. Lost the attention of the surrounding disciples to them.
No one understands Wen Xuechen's hatred of the ghost clan better than Xu Xingzhi.
Lu Yujiu's face turned pale: "Senior Brother Xu, I know what you mean..."
Xu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows: "What do you know?"
Lu Yujiu couldn't help trembling: "I will leave Qingliang Valley immediately..."
"Who told you to leave Qinglianggu?" Xu Xingzhi was quite amused, "I mean, you must be careful in the future, and don't use ghost clan techniques at will, if you are found by Wen Baimao, it will be miserable."
Lu Yujiu: "..."
Warm, warm white hair...
The owner of Qinglianggu is a laid-back person, he doesn't care about everything, and everything in the valley is taken care of by Wen Xuechen. Qinglianggu is different from the other three sects. The rank and rank are extremely clear and strict, and Wen Xuechen is an unsmiling person. He is like a god in the hearts of this group of outer sect disciples. When he heard someone call Wen Xuechen's nickname, Lu Yujiu was shocked. , It took a while to react before he understood what Xu Xingzhi said.
He bit his lips: "Brother Xu means, can I still stay in Qingliang Valley?"
"Why not?" Xu Xingzhi patted his head: "Think about it, as a ghost cultivator, it is so good to be able to keep the immortal way."
Lu Yujiu was both surprised and happy: "Senior Brother Xu, won't you tell Senior Brother Wen?"
"Information is the most boring thing in the world." Xu Xingzhi took a sip of water from the water bottle, wiped the mouth of the bottle with his sleeve, and then handed it to Lu Yujiu, "When I first entered Fengling Mountain, I also participated in the Eastern Emperor The sacrificial ceremony. I had a fight with Young Master Zhou of Yingtianchuan over the ownership of a few thorns. Young Master Zhou was spoiled at the time, but he was very domineering, and I was not good at learning skills, and his right arm was injured by him Yes. Master later asked me why I was injured, and I said that I was damaged by myself, and it was none of his business."
Lu Yujiu held the water tank and asked eagerly, "Why?"
Xu Xingzhi smiled and said, "If I had told the secret, it would have been fine if the master punished him. I was beaten for nothing? I won't suffer from this loss."
Lu Yujiu: "... Then what?"
Xu Xingzhi: "Two years later, during the sacrifice of the Eastern Emperor, I found a deserted mountain corner and beat him up with my own hands."
Lu Yujiu: "..."
… The vengeful people are terrible.
After telling his story, Xu Xingzhi reached out and patted Lu Yujiu's head, and said, "Remember, don't tell anyone your identity, it's enough that both of us know this secret."
Xu Xingzhi was so relieved about him, but Lu Yujiu was a little at a loss.
He tentatively asked, "Senior Brother Xu, are you not afraid that one day..."
Xu Xingzhi retrieved his water tank, turned his palm over, and turned the water tank into a bamboo fractured fan: "What are you afraid of? One day you will have a different heart? One day you will betray Qinglianggu?"
Lu Yujiu pursed his mouth and dared not speak.
Xu Xingzhi said lightly: "Let's talk about this kind of thing when the time comes. At least now that you have broken up for each disciple, you have enough loyalty, why should I drive you out of the shelter you finally found for the one in ten thousand possibility? ?"
Having said this, Xu Xingzhi got closer, put away his condescending expression slightly, and said, "However, Lu Yujiu, listen carefully, if you want to draw your sword against Qinglianggu in the future, I will give it back; I can only guarantee that my sword Won't be unsheathed before you. Understand?"
Lu Yujiu straightened his back involuntarily and nodded very seriously.
Xu Xingzhi stretched out his little finger: "Have an appointment?"
Lu Yujiu bent down and kissed the tip of Xu Xingzhi's little finger.
Xu Xingyi was stunned: "...this is..."
Lu Yujiu blushed slightly: "This is the highest etiquette of Ming Crow Nation, and it means promise."
Xu Xingzhi laughed and pulled off the Luo Biao worn on Lu Yujiu's neck.
Lu Yujiu was pulled forward, his eyes were watery and seemed puzzled.
This Luo Biao, all the participating disciples who participated in the Eastern Emperor Sacrifice Conference have one. There is a trace of spiritual power buried in the Luo Biao, which is connected with the pearl and jade broken chain on Xu Xingzhi’s neck, which can monitor the driving situation of each disciple’s spiritual power. In order to distinguish and judge whether they are in danger and need rescue.
Once a participating disciple is injured, for safety reasons, the competition cannot be continued.
The order officer Xu Xingzhi performed his duties, folded Luo Biao twice, shoved it into Lu Yujiu's arms, and patted twice with his backhand: "This year, your qualifications are disqualified. Take care of your injury and come back in two years."
The East Emperor Sacrifice Conference was held at Luwangtai, and the participating disciples from various disciplines gathered here every two years.
Each of the four gates occupies the four halls of the south, south, north and west to rest. It was getting late, and the disciples who went to collect the sacrificial things have returned to their respective palaces to recharge their batteries and prepare for the battle tomorrow.
The resting place of the disciples of Qinglianggu was in the south hall. After returning the injured Lu Yujiu, Xu Xingzhi walked to the north hall where the disciples of Fengling Mountain rested.
In the distance, Xu Xingzhi saw two figures sitting side by side projected in front of the Luotang of the Embroidered Palace on the north side.
Xu Xingzhi felt something, and stepped forward, it really was Xiaojiuzhideng and Xiaomeng Chongguang.
The two of them were sitting not too close, one was weaving a ring with the straw that he had picked, and the other was writing something on a scroll of bamboo slips by the faint light of the candlelight in the hall.
Xu Xingzhi approached and coughed.
Hearing the sound, the two raised their heads in unison, which was very cute.
Meng Chongguang's pair of peach blossom eyes were sparkling, as if he had seen through thousands of autumnal waters, and finally waited for the person he wanted to see.
In contrast, Jiuzhi Lantern is much more indifferent.
He greeted: "Senior brother is back."
Xu Xingzhi asked, "Why don't you go back to sleep?"
Jiuzhideng put both the bamboo slips and the pen into the carrying case, and replied, "Wait for the senior brother to come back."
Saying that, the cold-faced child wanted to support his body with the sword on the ground to stand up.
But as soon as his feet touched the ground, he let out a low snort and squatted down, his originally indifferent expression slightly distorted.
Xu Xingzhi frowned: "What's wrong?"
Jiuzhideng bit his lower lip: "It's okay."
Xu Xingzhi clicked his tongue, squatted down, and pinched the right ankle that Jiuzhilan didn't dare to touch the ground at all.
Jiuzhideng stood unsteadily and fell into Xu Xingzhi's arms.
Blood rushed to his cheeks, and a pale and indifferent face added a bit of panic at this time. Jiuzhideng forced to do nothing, trying to struggle from Xu Xingzhi's arms: "...It's okay, it's just sitting numb, it will be better after a while."
Xu Xingzhi smiled, straightened him, turned around, and squatted on the spot: "Come up."
Jiuzhideng's face became even redder, and the fingers holding the corner of his clothes loosened and tightened: "...Senior brother, there is no need."
Xu Xingzhi turned his back to him and teased: "Why, do you think your brother can't carry you?"
"No, it's not..." Jiuzhilanjinji stood independently, stammering hard, "Senior brother, this is... indecent."
Xu Xingzhi: "What is the body? The master is not here, and the uncle is not here. I am the body here. Come up."
Jiuzhideng made up his mind again and again, and finally climbed up on Xu Xingzhi's back shyly: "Brother hard work."
Meng Chongguang, who was on the side, looked at the nine lanterns around Xu Xingzhi's neck, and was quite unconvinced.
He pulled the corner of Xu Xingzhi's clothes.
Xu Xingzhi turned back: "What?"
Chongguang bit his lip and said aggrievedly: "...Senior brother, my feet are numb too."
The final outcome is not difficult to imagine, two people lying on the back of Xu Xing at the same time, each occupying one side.
Both of them are thin, and it is not difficult to carry them together.
After confirming that these two were firmly attached to him, Xu Xingzhi walked towards the inner hall.
But after walking for a while, there was a commotion from behind.
At first, the two childish guys just ran on each other with you and me on their backs, and then they started pinching each other. Later, they didn't know who was doing it. They even started to kick each other's calf with their feet.
Xu Xingzhi had to stop: "...what are you doing?"
Meng Chongguang said unconvinced: "Senior brother is mine. Go over there."
Nine Lanterns: "No. Mine."
Xu Xingzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and interrupted their quarrel: "...Two, two, brother, is it something good? Was it snatched by you? If there is any more quarrel, let you go down by yourself."
So the world was finally quiet, Xu Xingzhi carried them on his back and walked towards a brilliant light.
The light gradually dimmed, and it was condensed into a shimmer of light, and it suddenly lit up again.
Xu Xingzhi's eyelids trembled and he opened his eyes.
He is still in the wild.
Perhaps it takes more energy to dream in the wild, Xu Xingzhi is weak and his arms are terribly soft.
After finally getting up halfway, he realized that Zhou Wang was actually in his room. She was carrying a pair of giant knives and standing against the wall with her arms crossed, with a faint dissatisfaction on her face.
Xu Xingzhi held back his dizziness and asked aloud, "Why are you here?"
Zhou Wang pointed to the outside: "The people who sealed the mountain have come to save their master. This time they fought like crazy. Brother Meng told me to look after you here, so that nothing happens."