"This sword is stained with too much blood. I stained it with my own hands."

After wiping the cold sweat off his face, Wang Lun opened his dull eyes and talked as if he was dreaming.

"Whose blood? How did it get stained?!"

The mad Taoist's voice suddenly became louder, and layers of golden light surrounded the back of his head.

"A lot of blood for a lot of people!"

As if he was struggling with his heart and did not dare to face that past event, Wang Lun shook his head crazily, but he was avoiding the problem.

"Whose blood? How did it get stained?!"

The golden light behind the mad Taoist's head has turned into a golden wheel, but the strange thing is that there is black energy lingering in the golden wheel, and the sound is like a yellow bell, which makes the souls of Dolanduo in Suzhou and Hangzhou tremble.

"Their father, mother, sister, and the Black Emperor's"

His eyelids were wide open and his pupils were searching. Blood and tears flowed from Wang Lun's eyes. Su Hang and Meng Yun who were listening also had their eyes wide open. What kind of past did he have?

"Drawing out the sword, is that your true intention?"

Under the background of the golden wheel, the crazy Taoist is neither crazy nor crazy, but has a lot of compassion. He makes Wang Lun face his own heart and face the past. Otherwise, he will lose himself in guilt, and finally the nightmare will destroy Dolando's soul.

Chewed them all clean. Although the method seemed cruel, it was indeed the most effective method. The crazy Taoist sighed. Although he did not do it, it was because of him.

"Devil! It's the devil! They're holding my hand, will!"

I don't know what Wang Lun remembered, but it was definitely not a good memory. At this time, not only were blood and tears flowing out of his wide-open eyes, but also dark blood was flowing out of his nostrils and ears.

With a miserable expression, Wang Lun finally brought up the memory that he had buried, dripping with blood. The memory that he thought he had buried was actually torturing him all the time, torturing him so much that he did not dare to draw his sword.

A tragic story was pieced together from Wang Lun's fragmentary description.

When Wang Lun was young, he was born into a small monastic family. Although he was not prosperous, it was enough to provide him with a worry-free new year.

Perhaps it was God's blessing that his father brought back a crazy old man when he was searching for medicine in the sacred mountain. The old man was temporarily fascinated by the power of Dolanduo Zhi. After he recovered, he left a suitable medicine for the Wang family.

Cultivation techniques.

With the convenience of the cultivation method, in just a few years, the Wang family was at its peak, and a group of monks emerged in the family who could be their mainstay. Therefore, rumors began to spread that the Wang family had obtained a regenerative multi-land flower and a superior cultivation method.

The road to Taoism is difficult, and many people cannot walk it long. But since some people can walk a long way, they will think that others are lucky, or have powerful skills, or have obtained some heavenly and earthly treasures.

, they are jealous of the strong, and rob the weak.

It just so happens that the Wang family is a weakling, and they seem to have some powerful skills in their hands. The head of the Wang family used to be very proud of this.

So a group of masked men appeared in the Wang family. They only did two things, killing people and looking for things. In the end, only a pond and dozens of direct relatives were left in the Wang family. Surrounded by a sea of ​​fire and dead bodies, it was like a hell on earth, and surrounded by a group of

The masked man in black is like a ghost walking in hell.

Wang Lun was six years old at that time, ignorant, but he could not understand the cries and despair of his relatives around him, but he was also afraid. He hugged a black dog tightly, the black dog he had grown up with.

Emperor, this can make him feel more at ease. He has been cowardly since he was young, but the Black Emperor will always stand up for him.

He saw his father, who was majestic and high-spirited in the past, groveling in front of a masked man who looked like a leader, with blood on his forehead. He was like a homeless man praying for a copper plate on the street corner. He looked completely different from what he remembered.

He didn't know why his father said a word, kowtowed, or even held the skills that were so precious to his life in his hands, and pointed his trembling index finger at him afterwards. He didn't know what he was talking about, but the young Wang Lun

I think he is more like a dog than the Black Emperor. After all, the Black Emperor is not begging for mercy now.

However, the leader seemed to be dissatisfied with the technique in his hands. A sharp shout was heard, and across a pond, Wang Lun heard their conversation clearly for the first time.

"With this rag, are you kidding me?"

The words were full of violence and madness, the pupils were imprinted with ponds, and the pond was imprinted with firelight. Wang Lun felt that these eyes were a bit familiar, as was the voice, but he could not recall it, and for the first time, he felt something that even the Black Emperor could not dilute.

Out of fear, the leader slashed his father's neck with a long knife. Although he was ignorant, he also knew that this would lead to death, just like the corpses crawling in the firelight.

In the end, the long knife did not fall on his father's neck, but he held the dog tighter. He saw the leader holding his father's clothes by the back collar. The man who used to be dignified did not even dare to struggle, like

Like a dead dog, letting anyone drag it around.

His father just fell down in front of him. He didn't dare to speak, but for some reason, he suddenly felt unusually frightened. His hands holding the dog unconsciously used a lot of strength, and the dog, which should have been quiet, couldn't help but let out a scream.

snort.

There was a sword stuffed in his hand. He secretly played with it once and was beaten by the old man. To be honest, the sword felt very good, but that was not why his body couldn't help but tremble.

The sword clanged against the stone slabs on the ground.

"I promise you. If I don't kill him, I won't let your Wang family die."

The leader leaned down and spoke in the ear of the royal father.

The young Wang Lun heard the blood in these words, and then smelled the blood. The long sword in his hand passed through his father's chest. The man who was like a mountain to him did not speak, his eyes were distracted, and he could not speak.

I know why there is no hatred or fear in my father's eyes, but instead there is a hint of encouragement and then he closes his eyes.

He couldn't understand the complicated emotions in his eyes, but fear surrounded him layer by layer. He struggled and cried, but to no avail.

The big hand held his hand, and he held the sword in his hand. The long sword passed through each heart, and finally became numb. His young body seemed to be filled with fear. He could no longer struggle and followed the movement of the man's hand.

Rhythm, as if he had taken action on his own. For the first time, he felt how fragile life was, and he gave away the long sword gently.

Until finally the long sword passed through the heart of the black dog. For some reason, the Black Emperor, who was very afraid of pain in the past, did not scream after the sharp weapon penetrated the heart today. He was quiet, but it set off huge waves in Wang Lun's heart.

, then slapped down, smashing many things into pieces, and then remained motionless like a puddle of stagnant water.

Wang Lun squeezed through the crowd and walked through the sea of ​​fire. He wanted to escape from this place and look for the home in his memory, but in the end he found that he couldn't find anything and couldn't even remember anything. He just carried a sword and searched blindly.

, can’t even remember what I’m looking for.

Until one day he met a Taoist who was also crazy, but the Taoist was much better than him, and he would wake up from time to time. As time went by, the crazy Taoist stopped going crazy, and Wang Lun completely forgot about the past, but he was still the same.

Don't dare to draw your sword.

"He looked like this that day when I met him. There were blood and tears in the corners of his eyes, but he was sober at that time. Fortunately, I was also sober."

The crazy Taoist looked at Wang Lun who fell down with blood and tears in his eyes, and sighed. At this time, Wang Lun was breathing calmly. If it weren't for the blood and tears in his eyes, he would have just fallen asleep.

"Meng Yun, help Wang Lun to rest first."

"good!"

There was hesitation in Meng Yun's eyes, but he finally agreed.

Pushing open the dilapidated door of Courtyard No. 2, it made an unpleasant creaking sound. Meng Yun felt that it was a little cold outside, and the hand that usually held the gun clenched twice in the cold wind.

"Meng Yun, is it cold outside?"

Meng Yun, who was about to step out of the room, was stopped by the crazy Taoist's confused words. He didn't understand why the crazy Taoist asked this question, but he still replied: "It's a bit cold."

"Then are you afraid?"

"It's a little cold, students are naturally not afraid." There is no doubt that the crazy Taoist is a senior master, but he is a crazy Taoist after all. Madness may be his normal state, but Meng Yun still answered honestly.

"It will be colder in the future, can you do that?"

"Students have also practiced in the summer and in the winter. I think they can get through it." Although the cultivators are still mortals, the changes in cold and heat do not have much impact on them. Crazy

Since the Taoist asked the question, he somehow felt that he should answer in this way.
Chapter completed!