Deep in the mountains, on a stone platform hanging high on the side of the mountain, Zong Shou looked around, his thoughts filled with confusion and confusion.
Then the next moment, his eyes were attracted by a figure in front of him, looking at the morning glow in the distance.
Dressed in cloth, plain white and clean. Although the back is not very wide, the momentum is extremely majestic, and the breath is even more ethereal and unpredictable.
However, for some unknown reason, when Zong Shou looked over, he always felt that this man's figure was a bit desolate and desolate.
"Shou'er, do you miss your mother?"
"Of course I do! But father, didn't you say that my mother is no longer in the Cloud Realm and can't come back?"
"It's true that we're not in the cloud world, but it's not like we can't come back!"
The figure gave a wry smile, but did not turn around: "I used to think that your mother was dead, but recently I always think of her. Maybe I really should work hard to bring her back. My family can't always be without Shou'er.
Mother."
"Really? Father, you didn't lie to me? Where is my mother? Shou'er wants to see her now."
Zong Shou was getting more and more confused. He clearly didn't want to speak, but he couldn't help but say this voice. Moreover, it was extremely childish, as if he had the accent of a six-year-old child. Especially when the word "mother" came out of his mouth, there was something in his chest.
A feeling of eager anticipation.
After frowning and thinking for a moment, he finally realized. This should be a fragment of Zong Shou's memory during those thirteen years.
The figure in front was laughing and turned back, his handsome face was full of pride, and his eyes were extremely sharp.
"You can come with me to see your mother, but your skills must not be compromised. Twenty years, only twenty years, let's go and see what the Lu family, which claims to dominate the Eight Hundred Little Thousand Worlds, is like.
The tyranny——"
Zong Shou's eyes narrowed slightly. Could it be that this figure was the blood-mad demon saint he was familiar with, the nine-tailed celestial fox?
Before he could think about it carefully, the pictures in front of him collapsed one after another. Zong Shou's consciousness flowed along the long river of memory. Not long after, he came to another memory picture.
This time it was a spacious school grounds, with many stone locks and a large number of swords, guns, swords and halberds placed beside it.
My chest and abdomen were panting violently. My body seemed to be undergoing strenuous exercise and was extremely exhausted.
Inside my chest, I was holding my breath, and endless unwillingness filled my heart. I hated the world for being so unfair, and hated my own body for being so useless.
He was still the middle-aged man, but at this time, his eyes had no energy at all, instead they were filled with heartache and guilt.
"Okay Shou'er, your chakras are not opened because you have both human and demon chakras. It's not your fault that you can't practice martial arts. It's useless to torture yourself anymore. If you can't follow the path of martial arts, you can still cultivate your soul.
Li? After a few days, father will send you to Linhai Academy——"
The memory was shattered again, and when Zong Shou's eyes once again began to piece together a scene from countless fragments of images, it was in a narrow corridor.
Zong Shou walked inside, listening to countless small sounds from both sides.
"Could this person be the trash from Class B? It took three years and he still couldn't open up the Soul Sea?"
"That's him. It is said that this man is the crown prince of Qian Tianshan and the future Demon King—"
"Tch! The demon tribe has always respected the strong. How could those who work in Tianshan Mountain obey him? Aren't they already dead?"
"It's ridiculous. Since you have no talent at all, you should leave on your own! You are occupying a quota and a spiritual place for nothing!"
Different from before, at this moment, the unwillingness in Zong Shou's chest became stronger and the resentment surged even more. In addition to these, there was also a trace of despair filling his heart.
Then not only Zong Shou's memories of the past thirteen years, but also the injustices and sufferings he encountered in his previous life were all revealed one by one.
The grief of losing his father at a young age made him support his sick mother by himself at an early age. After working part-time, he relied on unremitting study every day and was admitted to the highest university in the East Linyun Realm. However, he was snatched away by someone with power.
quota, and in the end he was unable to complete his studies. His mother died of grief and he was left alone.
After that, he worked hard and gradually showed his talent in the mall, but was jealous and ostracized. He was reduced to working in the library to make ends meet.
Zong Shou looked at it with a smile, as if it was none of his business. Then with a wave of his hand, all the illusions in front of him disappeared.
When he opened his eyes again, he heard that the chirping sound was still continuing, still swirling and melodious. And Zhao Yanran herself seemed to be completely immersed in it, with a very focused expression.
Zong Shou laughed dumbly and leaned back lazily. It was extremely comfortable, lying under the eaves of the car.
Then when the rhythm of the whistle changed again, he used the pine-patterned wind sword in his hand, along with the scabbard, to tap his side lightly.
The sound was not loud, but the sound of metal and wood clashing made the Xiao Yin suddenly freeze.
The sad mood immediately disappeared.
Zhao Yanran couldn't help but look over with surprise. Seeing that Zong Shou was still awake, he smiled. Instinctively, he was shocked.
Frowning her brows, Zhao Yanran was about to change her tone when waves of spiritual power filled the air in the direction of the cloud-turning car. However, she saw Zong Shou striking again with his sword. This time, it was extremely sudden and unexpected.
It was just right, and the sound of her flute was suddenly confused. The remaining meaning was gone.
Yin Yang and Chu Xue, who were immersed in memories, also gradually regained consciousness at this time. Seeing the situation in front of them, they were puzzled for a while. However, in just a moment, they were both sweating and their eyes were filled with fear.
There was also a hint of ice in Zhao Yanran's eyes. Once could be said to be a coincidence, but twice in a row, it could never be explained by accidents.
The man in front of me actually has the ability to decipher his own underworld song.
Before I had time to think about how to respond, the third knock sounded again.
This third time, not only did she feel that the sound of her flute was confused, but the inner breath in her body seemed to be a little unstable. There was even a breath that was blocked in her chest and could not be vented.
Zhao Yanran's eyes flashed and she paused for a moment, but still played the following notes.
Then I saw Zong Shou opposite, his lips raised in an evil manner, and for the fourth time, he hit the wooden board with his sword.
Not only was the sound of her flute unsustainable, but the halo of blood on the coat next to her left chest even expanded by a full circle at this moment.
The peach-like face seemed a bit pale at this moment.
But when the coldness in those eyes receded, there was still no trace of anger, but the fanaticism was even more intense.
The young man in front of her, who was not yet in her prime, could actually give her such a surprise!
"Zong Shou, are you really only thirteen years old? Have you ever learned music before? Even my junior sisters have always been helpless with my Huangquan Netherworld song. If you can break free from my music,
It is already extraordinary. If you can break my song again, it is even more difficult for ordinary warriors to do it. How can I give up now with a diamond like you? How about this, if you agree, except for those ten
In addition to the lotus seeds of the Two Illusion Fire Lotuses, I will also give you three fetal refining pills. If you don’t agree, I won’t be able to force you to do it——”
Zong Shou sighed secretly and rubbed his eyebrows bitterly. This crazy woman seemed to be really targeting him.
He was racking his brains, thinking of how to find a way to get rid of this woman, but suddenly he felt a huge shadow coming over him.
When he raised his head and looked up at the sky, he saw a dragon shadow among the clouds, winding towards him from a height of 300 feet.
Zong Shou couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. After waiting for a full ten days, this person finally arrived.