"At that time, Zhuquexing was a semi-abused cultivation star. The cultivator with the highest cultivation level in the country of Fire Burning was only the Nascent Soul..." The woman in purple had a strong memory in her eyes. She had been away from Zhuquexing for a long time, but the memories at that time were left in her mind and could not be forgotten.

As she told her, almost all the monks in the inn slowly listened to each other, and some even took a few steps forward, with their expressions of fascination.

"The Suzaku Star, Fengzun's hometown... He grew up there and slowly reached his current glory..." The middle-aged scholar sighed.

"I am a monk from Huofen Kingdom. Later, Huofen Kingdom encountered a drastic change and had to enter Xuanwu for refuge. Xuanwu Kingdom refused, so a war between two cultivation countries started..." The woman in purple seemed to have appeared in front of her eyes.

"Ma Liang... Maybe he is really a priest. At that time, although he was still a foundation-building monk, he had already made his mark. It is said that there were hundreds of people of the same level who died at his hands." The woman in purple had a soft voice, slowly echoing in this inn.

As soon as this sentence was released, it immediately caused an uproar among the monks around.

"The foundation-building cultivation level, killing hundreds of cultivators of the same level, this...is almost impossible!"

"There is nothing impossible. How can Fengzun be imagined by people like us?"

"The lower the cultivation level, the smaller the gap between them, the magical powers and magic weapons that foundation-building cultivators can use are extremely limited. I didn't expect that Feng Zun was so strong at that time. No wonder Feng Zun could reverse the world in the battle of the sea of ​​clouds!"

Amid the discussion, the man in white who lifted the curtain of the inn, touched his nose, walked to the monk in black, smiled kindly at the excited monk in black, and pressed the void in black slightly down his right hand, and pressed the monk in black who was about to stand up and kneel down on the chair again.

"Master..." The monk in black was Thirteen. His eyes were excited, and his mind was blank. Wang Lin's appearance was too sudden, so Thirteen had no predictions in advance.

This young man in white is Wang Lin.

After dealing with the matter of Zhaohe Seven Color Realm, Wang Lin was going to Zhuquexing to pay tribute to his parents, and refine the three major sources of cause and effect, life and death, and true and false.

On the way, he passed by here, felt the aura of Thirteen and the ancient demon, and came over.

Looking at Thirteen who had grown up to this day, Wang Lin showed relief. He still remembered that he saw scenes at Thirteen for the first time in the Land of Demon Spirits. The other party's perseverance and loyalty were still the same even after more than a thousand years.

"This child is becoming more and more like my early years." Wang Lin sighed lightly. The cold aura of Thirteen was quite similar to when he was on the Vermilion Bird Star.

Thirteen took a deep breath and was about to speak, but he saw Wang Lin shook his head gently and stopped speaking, but the enthusiasm and respect in his eyebrows were extremely strong.

To him, Wang Lin is his master and his benefactor. His life has changed by the other party. Even if he dies, he will never forget even a little of this kindness.

He is Thirteen, the loyal and cruel Thirteen!

"Later, during the battle, there was no news about him. I remember that it should be that he was about to leave the country of Huofen, and I had met him..." The woman in purple spoke softly, causing the voices of discussion around to subside.

No one noticed that the young man in white who had lifted the cover curtain before, had all his attention attracted by the words of the woman in purple.

"Later I heard vaguely that he saved Li Muwan. Under the pursuit of a monk Jiedan, he entered an extremely dangerous place on Zhuque Star, which was called...The Sea of ​​Demon Cultivation." The woman in purple had a faint voice, and as her memory thoughts revolved around this inn.

Listening to the woman in purple, Wang Lin picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The years passed in his eyes, and a smile slowly appeared on his face. He was recalled. He still remembered that when Li Muwan was chased by the Jiedan monk, his helpless eyes and the call for help after seeing him.

Thirteen picked up the wine pot and filled it with the master.

"Jie Dan Cultivator? Humph, that Jie Dan Cultivator is still alive now. He actually dared to chase Feng Zun arrogantly back then. If he were alive, his cultivation would definitely be nowhere far higher. Even if Feng Zun disdained to pay attention, I would kill him with soul refining!"

"That's right, if he provoked Feng Zun, he would provoke all the fellow Taoists in the four major star fields in my world!"

"Miss Zhou, what's the name of the evil cultivator who was chasing Feng Zun back then?"

"I forgot... Later, I never saw Fengzun. I heard hundreds of years later that there was a monk named Wang Lin who made a big splash at the Suzaku Star. He was originally a cultivator of Zhao State. When he built the foundation in his early years, he provoked a Yuanying monk named Fuji and killed him all over the family." The woman in purple shook her head and spoke softly.

This was the first time that many monks around him heard about this, and they all fell silent. They could imagine that the Fengzun, who had experienced all these things, could not bear the pain of his mind.

"Then he returned to Zhao State and did something that shocked me. Zhao State was blood flowing into a river... It was really blood flowing into a river. The Nascent Soul Cultivator's family, all died, and no one lived...

He did not have the kindness of a woman, but completely vented the hatred back then. All those who had the blood of the Teng Family died... It was rumored that at that time, the sky of Zhao State was bloody..." The voice of the woman in purple was soft, but it was heard into the ears of the monks around them, which made them feel like they were there, and they felt the monstrous killing and hatred.

It seemed that they could hear the shocking roar when they finally got the revenge, and when they eliminated the enemy's Manchus without leaving any future troubles!

Wang Lin was silent, drinking wine one by one, with sadness in his eyes. Thirteen was pouring glass by one, and this was the first time he heard Wang Lin's story and was also silent.

"Okay, this is what it means to take revenge!"

"The young cultivator surnamed Nascent Soul should be killed, but as for the whole family..." Some monks also disagreed with it vaguely.

"Hmph, if you are not Fengzun, how can you understand the sorrow of Fengzun back then? How can you understand the despair of all your relatives? I don't think it's an exaggeration to see what Fengzun back then!"

Amid the whispers of everyone, the voice of the woman in purple continued to echo.

Wang Lin drank the wine in a sip, put it down, and looked up in the distance. He really missed home, missed his parents, wanted to worship and give him a gift.

"Let's go." Wang Lin stood up and walked out of the inn. Thirteen left a few spirit stones on the table and followed Wang Lin.

"I have only heard of Fengzun's past. He had the opportunity to become the lord of the Suzaku Star, but in the end he chose to leave... On the Suzaku Star, there was his statue guarding there..." The woman in purple was whispering, and suddenly seemed to have noticed it, subconsciously turned around and looked at the inn door behind her.

Her eyes skipped Thirteen and paused on Wang Lin's back.

"This person is a little familiar..."

Wang Lin lifted the cover curtain next to the inn door, turned his head, glanced at the eyes of the woman in purple behind him, showed a smile on her face, shook her head gently, and walked out.

Thirteen followed and left the inn with Wang Lin.

The woman in purple shook her body and was stunned. What appeared in her eyes was the smile of the man in white, and the figure that seemed to be becoming more and more familiar, overlapping with the person in her heart.

"He...he is..." The woman in purple was shocked and couldn't believe it. Her mind was blank, but her smile became clearer and deeper, as if she was about to rush out of her mind.

"It's him!!"

"Senior Sister, what's wrong with you?" The woman in pink next to her couldn't help but push her gently a few times when she saw the other party staying there. She looked back with her senior sister's gaze, but only saw the gently shaking cover curtain.

Not only her, but even the monks around him looked at him, but except for the faint swaying of the cover, there was no one else.

"Nothing..." The woman in purple, her name is Zhou Zihong.

She subconsciously tied the strands of scattered hairs and then was silent for a moment, and continued to gently tell what she remembered. A melancholy smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth. As she told the story, the smile on her face when Wang Lin turned around appeared in her mind.

On the top of the cultivation star in the market, the mountain wind whistled past the top of a highest mountain, as if it was about to roll the earth to cover the sky. On the top of the mountain, Wang Lin stood there, opposite Thirteen, kneeling on one knee.

"Master, the thirteen wishes are always with you!"

"Shisan, you are the first disciple I have taken, and you are also the one who has been with me for the longest time." Wang Lin's voice was soft, and he looked at Shisan with a very kind expression.

Thirteen nodded slightly and looked at Wang Lin with a hint of attachment. Wang Lin was a teacher to him, like a father.

"But if a child bird wants to grow, it needs to face the wind and rain alone, feel the vastness of the world alone, and become a heavenly peng stepping on the clouds under the wind and rain. You did this well before..." Wang Lin patted Thirteen's shoulder and said softly.

"But Master..." Thirteen was about to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Lin's shaking his head.

"Thirteen, my disciples of Wang Lin cannot be the kind of cultivation that can only look at the sky under my protection. My disciples of Wang Lin must have a heart to go against the sky and have the determination to fight against the sky and the earth!" Wang Lin looked at Thirteen and spoke slowly.

"My disciple of Wang Lin should be like a dragon among men, and to travel in the nine heavens. Under the admiration of Wan Xiu, he would tell that he is my Wang Lin's first disciple!"

"Master!!" Thirteen looked excited and nodded heavily.
Chapter completed!