Knowing that his master's methods are unpredictable, Luo Wusheng's guilty expression finally eased after hearing that Mei Yingfeng could be freed from becoming a demon.
It was also at this moment that Luo Wusheng looked lonely and his face was ashen. His only last wish was finally fulfilled, and the aura of death around him became stronger and stronger.
"Master, I know that my son's mind is weak. Now I have realized the truth, but it's too late. I just want to die. I hope Master will send my son to his last journey."
Seeing the eldest disciple's strong belief in seeking death, Gu Qing sighed helplessly: "Okay, I promise you, master."
The void was torn apart, and Gu Qing and his two disciples suddenly disappeared into the Demon Swamp.
Seven days later.
Towering green mountains, peach blossoms everywhere, a breeze blew, bringing with it the fragrance of grass and trees. As Gu Qing and the others took a step forward, the three masters and disciples appeared at the foot of this green mountain.
Gu Qing put his hands behind his back and looked at the familiar scenery in front of him. His thoughts were a little wandering, and he fell into some distant memories.
Luo Wusheng's hair was withered and yellow, his face had many wrinkles, and the death energy around him was extremely strong. His cultivation was ruined by Gu Qing, and then he was beaten and bullied by many saints of the sect. With his mortal body, he had already reached the end of his life.
The point where the lights are dry.
Mei Yingfeng's face was dull and his eyes were extremely chaotic. It was obvious that his intelligence had not yet recovered. However, he left the Devil's Swamp and followed Gu Qing these days. Although he showed murderous intentions from time to time, under Gu Qing's comfort, he also
Gradually calmed down.
"Master, where is this place?" Luo Wusheng said hoarsely.
"This is my ancestral land and the place where my parents are buried. Apart from your uncle Zhuge, you and Ying Feng are the second people to come here." Gu Qing said in a low voice.
This is no other place, it is the hometown of Gu Qing, the demon who took away his body.
Hearing Gu Qing's words, Luo Wusheng's eyes were filled with chaos, and a trace of mist appeared. He said sadly: "Green mountains, green waters, and beautiful peach blossoms. Master can bury his son here. It is a blessing for him."
Hearing the words of the eldest disciple, Gu Qing did not reply. He took a step forward and walked towards the majestic green mountains ahead.
The mountain road was difficult to walk. Luo Wusheng was already dying and his body was extremely weak. He staggered and finally leaned forward and was about to fall to the ground.
Before Luo Wusheng could fall, a thin arm appeared in front of him and lifted him up as he was about to fall.
Luo Wusheng's eyes were cloudy, and although he could not see the face of the person in front of him clearly, he knew that the person who helped him up was his junior brother Mei Yingfeng.
"Let's go!" The voice was hoarse, like gold and iron rubbing against each other. This word seemed to use up all the strength in Mei Yingfeng's body.
The strong wind blew against his face, and the two brothers helped him move forward. A large amount of bloody smell flowed out of Mei Yingfeng's body, and Luo Wusheng breathed it into his mouth and nose.
The smell of blood used to make Luo Wusheng extremely disgusting, but at this moment, Luo Wusheng no longer felt disgusted. He stared blankly at Mei Yingfeng's pale eyes, and finally there were two lines of clear tears in his eyes.
Of course, everything behind him could not escape Gu Qing's eyes. He nodded slowly, knowing that the eldest disciple finally repented, which also made Gu Qing make a prudent decision.
The time for tea has passed.
Gu Qing's footsteps stopped, and two disciples stood quietly behind him. A cottage stood on the mountainside, surrounded by lush green vegetation. A tall and strong vine tree, with vines on the tree wrapped around the cottage, made
This house, which no one has visited for hundreds of years, looks quaint and vicissitudes of life.
Looking at the two tombs in front of him, Gu Qing's eyes were filled with sadness. He strolled forward, letting his two disciples follow closely behind him.
Buzz!
As Gu Qing stepped into this place, a terrifying demonic light emerged, and a blood-colored sky tablet appeared in the void. Only eight large characters could be seen on the tablet.
In the ancient Qing forbidden area, those who trespass will die.
When Gu Qing returned to his ancestral land, he used a trace of the power of the Great Demon's finger bone to bless the void here. He also used his own essence and blood to evolve the phantom of the sky monument to prevent outsiders from disturbing the place.
A drop of blood essence appeared on the tip of his finger. As Gu Qing threw the drop of essence blood towards the sky monument, the void rumbled, the magic light disappeared, the blood-colored sky monument dissipated, and Gu Qing also strolled to the two tombs.
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He lifted up his clothes and knelt down on the ground. Gu Qing kowtowed respectfully to the tomb. One of the two disciples was about to die, and the other had a chaotic mind. However, with their Qi connected, the two of them could completely feel the sadness in Gu Qing's heart.
Kneeling here like Gu Qing, the two disciples were silent. As time passed, a stick of incense passed. Gu Qing's thoughts began to return. He finally stood up and looked back at the two disciples.
"The sea has changed, everything has changed. This cycle of life and death has never changed since the ages. Even the six reincarnations that control all living things may one day collapse." Gu Qing spoke deeply, looked into the eyes of the eldest disciple, and said
There was a hint of hope.
"Go, if you are destined to be my master in the next life, maybe you and I, master and disciple, can meet again."
Gu Qing's words were like a magic spell, causing Luo Wusheng to shed two lines of tears. He kowtowed respectfully to his master. The lifeless energy around him continued to evaporate, and his anger gradually dissipated. In his regretful mood, he finally closed his eyes, and his whole body
There is no more life left.
Uh-huh!
Luo Wusheng's vitality disappeared, causing Mei Yingfeng to struggle violently. He hoarse anxiously, and his trembling body kept kowtowing to Gu Qing. Although Mei Yingfeng was speechless, every move he made kept praying to the master.
Please save Luo Wusheng.
Watching the second disciple kowtow to him, how could Gu Qing not understand what the second disciple was thinking? His face was silent, but his eyes were opening and closing with a dazzling light.
The psychedelic white mist gradually covered the mountainside, and the inexplicable mysterious energy filled the green mountains and green waters, and also covered the figures of the three masters and disciples.
boom!
Like a chaotic explosion, like thunder from the sky, Luo Wusheng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him, he was completely stunned.
"I'm not dead yet?" Luo Wusheng murmured, and discovered a fact that he couldn't believe.
The body of a baby and the babble of children, this is Luo Wusheng's current state. The familiar furnishings around him are clearly the place where he lived with Elder Meng when he was a child.
Crunch!
The wooden door was gently pushed open, and a white-haired old man with a kind face quickly came to Luo Wusheng.
"Why."
"Poor baby, what cruel parent abandoned you?" Elder Meng sighed and took Luo Wusheng's baby body into his arms.
Familiar sights and missed people all made Luo Wusheng's soul dull.
"Am I reborn? Am I reborn as a baby?" Luo Wusheng said in shock, but it turned into the words of a baby.
His thoughts returned and tears flowed uncontrollably. Luo Wusheng never thought that he had already died but returned to his childhood. Is this an opportunity given to him by God?
"I am more than a hundred years old and have no disciples under my knees. From now on, you will be called Luo Wusheng, and I will accept you as my disciple." Elder Meng said in a low voice.
Time flies and years pass.
Seven years passed quickly, and Luo Wusheng also grew up into a young boy. During these seven years, he relived everything he had with Elder Meng, but he no longer had the immature state of mind in his previous life.
Although he was only seven years old, he did not look immature like a child, which surprised Elder Meng.
Next to the monastery, Luo Wusheng sat on the ground. His former Star Immortal Body had been lost and recovered. He knew that if he practiced ordinary skills at this moment, the vast energy in his body would condense into a crystal wall of vitality, and his Star Immortal Body would also become half useless like in his previous life.
body.
Taixuan Jing, ancient magic power.
These were the two most powerful techniques he had obtained in his previous life, which made Luo Wusheng hesitant at this moment. He didn't know which technique he should practice.
"Master."
Luo Wusheng murmured, with determination flashing in his eyes. He regretted in the past life and made up for it in this life. Once he fell into vanity and finally died of regret. In this life, he will definitely not make the same mistakes again, and he also wants to see the master in his previous life.
Demonic energy steamed around him repeatedly, and the ancient demon made him fall into a deep level of cultivation.
Three years of hard training in the ancient demonic skills have never been revealed in front of others. These three years have also doubled Luo Wusheng's cultivation, and he has entered the realm of condensation. The star immortal body has made Luo Wusheng's cultivation improve rapidly. It must be a few months.
Time should be able to break into the knot.
Today was an ordinary day for the Xuanling Sect, but for Luo Wusheng, it was anything but ordinary. His mind was trembling and he could not calm down for a long time.
Today, the Xuanling Sect is recruiting outer disciples, and the junior brother he has never forgotten entered the Xuanling Sect today, and even joined the ranks of the handyman disciples.
He didn't know how to make up for all the guilt in his previous life, but Luo Wusheng knew that no matter what, he would never allow the disasters in his previous life to happen in this life.
Although he has not left the body of a young child, Ke Luo Wusheng has been practicing ancient magic skills for three years, which has made him strong and strong, giving him a sense of handsomeness.
Stepping on the mountainous ground and walking quickly, Luo Wusheng was dressed in black, no longer wearing the robe of his previous life. No matter how Elder Meng tried to persuade him, he remained covered in black all year round. This made him an outlier in Taixuan Mountain.
Taixuan Mountain, at the foot of Waimen Mountain.
A deacon had his hands on his back, and many outer disciples stood beside him. Below the deacon, many mortal disciples showed longing in their eyes and looked in awe, waiting for the deacon of Xuanling Sect to speak.
"Today is the time when our Xuanling Sect recruits outer disciples. As long as you can pass the test, you can become our outer disciple of Xuanling Sect." The deacon's face was arrogant, but his words made many mortals in the audience look excited.
color.
"This mountain is ten thousand feet high and its mountain path is steep. Anyone who reaches the top of the mountain within one stick of incense will pass the test of our sect's outer sect."
Following the order from the deacon of Xuanling Sect, many mortals showed excitement and quickly climbed up to the top of the mountain.
"Sir, I have traveled thousands of miles to come to Xuanling Sect. I have suffered a lot. I just want to participate in the test of the outer disciples. Please be accommodating." Many mortals participating in the test have already climbed the mountain road, but together they can
The childish voice sounded outside the mountain gate.
"Huh, look at your naked body. You are obviously a beggar among mortals. Are you worthy of being an outer disciple of my Xuanling Sect?" the disciple guarding the mountain gate said disdainfully.
Outside the mountain gate.
A ragged and thin little beggar knelt on the ground and kept choking and begging to the disciple guarding the mountain. However, facing the little beggar's pleading, the disciple guarding the mountain showed no sympathy at all.