become a demon [rebirth]

Chapter 1

"Snapped"

One fell down, without any hesitation, but it was Huoli Xingtun, and there was no chance to break free.

After a moment of contemplation, the old man sighed, loosened his fingers, and the white piece fell into the chess pot, with a bang and a crisp sound, lingering inexplicable sorrow.

"Press every step of the way, your fangs and claws, your sword pointing at your throat, leaving no room. Your chess style has become more and more fierce. A few years ago, you would stop after you reached Baimu, but now..."

The old man didn't say anything, just shook his head.

"Maybe the master's condition is not as good as before."

The one who answered was a young man, covered in a white robe, with golden sword patterns embroidered on the wide robe, with a calm expression and frost-like pupils.He sat upright on the couch with a straight back, his long hair was neatly tied back by a feather crown, and his head hung three parts to show respect.In just a moment, he broke up the chess pieces, ruined a classic game comparable to the exquisite game, and put the chess pieces into the chess box one by one.

"Yes, a guy like me who is halfway into the ground but never dies is rare in the world." Instead of getting angry, the old man laughed at himself, his brows were tired but free and easy, "Come, have a cup of tea with me, None of those little bastards know the tricks of tea, but they always like to come to me to chew peonies."

The young man's brows and eyes relaxed, and he softened a little, "It's just because of the cheapness that this lion awakening tea can save them from practicing for a month."

He skillfully used the mahogany spoon on the side to scoop the tea into the tureen. The boiled water on the side had already evaporated into a white mist. When he poured it, the tea immediately fell into the water like a green snail, spinning and sinking rapidly, and the leaf buds stretched out, green and translucent. The gesture is gratifying.Put the teacup on the right side of the tea tray in front of the old man, hold the teacup in your right hand, hold the tea tray with your left hand, and taste quietly.

"What about you, Ah Zheng? What are you here for?" The old man suddenly asked, "What do you want?"

Mo Zheng paused, there was a moment of astonishment between his brows, and then he recovered.

"why?"

He asked indifferently, but the esophagus was burning like fire, and the pain spread like limbs.The tea enters the stomach, and the tea fragrance blooms from the tip of the tongue, and the difference is instantly magnified.

There is poison in the tea leaves, the kind he was just familiar with not long ago--fallen into the mortal world, colorless and odorless, specially targeted at the monks who have escaped from the mortal realm. As a result, the spiritual power backfired, like a madman.And this is the unique poison of the Great Sunlun Sect.

The only relationship he has with the Great Rilun Sect is that he killed an elder's son in Yuntai Secret Realm not long ago. He really couldn't understand everything.

"Because I'm about to die, and you have recently harvested a plant of immortality-prolonging grass." The old man smiled wryly, the ease and ease between his brows disappeared in an instant, and he had already exhausted all his potential in cultivating the Transcendence Realm. to.

She is out of the ordinary, out of the mortal womb, but she is not a fairy after all!He is still a mortal, so he will be afraid of birth, old age, sickness and death.

But this is not a reason, Mo Zheng shook his head, he knew his master, although he had done something ashamed all his life, he was definitely not a villain, "If you ask me for it, I will not refuse it."

The old man took a deep look at him, and finally closed his eyes and sighed. He originally wanted to portray himself as a despicable, shameless, hopeless rotten person. At least it would make him feel better, and his favorite disciple would feel better too. Some, but Mo Zheng wants the truth.

"I know, but I'm going to die," he repeated again, with even more bitterness, his complexion getting older, "I need an heir, and the Qing Sword Sect needs a new head."

Mo Zheng didn't speak, and the world fell into a cold.

After a while, the old man said the answer, "I like your junior brother."

"So I have to drink this cup of tea?" Mo Zheng finally made a move, he asked back, raised his head to look directly at him, his face was devoid of any expression, no emotion, and the reverence when he bowed his head was gone.

"I haven't seen you angry for a long time. I am very pleased that you are angry today." The old man smiled, and his wrinkles stretched a little. The comfort came from the heart.

People like to recall the past when they get old, so he sighed: "I remember when I brought you in, you were white and soft, and you were vigilant about everything. Whenever you saw strangers, you liked to hide behind me. Then I couldn't help but secretly peeked out of curiosity, that look is really cute, the whole family likes you, and teases you tirelessly every day."

He paused and closed his eyes, "But now everyone is in awe of you, even afraid of you. I remember you..."

It wasn't like this before.The rest of the language was on the tip of his tongue and he didn't throw it out, but Mo Zheng already understood what he didn't say.He thought he should have some reaction, but in fact his expression remained motionless, his brows and eyes were like shadows in the bamboo, the moon in the water, his demeanor was outstanding, the waves were calm, like a pool of stagnant water.

His calmness is not like a human being.

This is the way he cultivated, year after year, day after day, the way that melts in his heart and every inch of his body. The way is ruthless and not frightened, and his way of forgetting love has reached the place of enlightenment.

But he knew that such an answer would not satisfy Master, so he argued and explained.

"I'm the senior brother of the Qingjian Sect, and I'm also the master of punishment." He said every word seriously, and he still has them, as well as the Qingjian Sect, in his heart.

Mo Zheng didn't refute his words, indeed, their awe stemmed from fear, and separated him in this sect full of innocence like a paradise.But without power, this innocence can only die, so he can only be a torturer, polishing this innocence, so that this innocence can be preserved.

"But you have cultivated the way of forgetting love, and I disagreed from the beginning." The old man was noncommittal, and turned to talk about another matter.

"Do you still remember? Some time ago, someone died at the door. Someone told me that he clearly saw you beside him, but you didn't save him."

"I didn't believe it at first, but when three people become tigers, there is no storm without waves, and one after another comes to sue, I have no choice but to believe it."

Mo Zheng was not moved at all, he just covered his lips with his sleeves, took another sip of the tea in the cup, drank poison to quench his thirst, a raging fire ignited in his dantian, spread to all limbs along the meridians, and his spiritual power was gradually disappearing: "No root crime."

"But I'm afraid, and I'm going to die." This was the third time the old man emphasized this sentence, and his words became more bitter.

I'm afraid you will forget it, forget Qingjian Sect, just like you forget your parents.The old man didn't say the rest, it was no longer necessary.

"So I have to drink this cup of tea?", this was his second question, and even at this point of ignorance, he still seemed calm.But the runaway psychic energy and tearing pain inside him told him that something was wrong, but he still needed an answer.

"Your talent is too good, and this is right and wrong. The Qingjian Sect has no ability to annihilate your right and wrong, so you have to leave."

Kill it with a stick, completely deny it.Mo Zheng found that he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh, and the sour emotion was quickly wiped out. Taishang Wangqing Daoist was originally a ruthless heart, obliterating all emotions that affect judgment. The most difficult state of mind to cultivate, he has been stuck in the third state of clear mind for a long time.

But the bottleneck of the realm actually showed signs of loosening just now.

Maybe he could make up for his crippled body earlier, but it's... too late.Maybe he can explain it again, but it's only three times, and the third time will only make him more pitiful.He is a proud person. Over the years, he has become more diligent in the way of forgetting love, and his cultivation has deepened. He has taken a lot of light on certain things, but this pride has never faded.

Maybe in the end, this pride will disappear without a trace, but now, he doesn't want to!

So he washed the tea set and returned it to the original place without any mistakes. Then he stood up, bowed deeply to the old man, and said: "Thank you."

Thank you for the cultivation of these years, and thank you for taking in at the beginning.

There is no resentment, no sorrow, but cause and effect reciprocate and everything is over.

Mo Zheng flipped his sleeves lightly, turned and left.

The old man's eyes were burned by the golden sword patterns on the sleeves, he closed his eyes, and suddenly said a word.

"Actually, I wasn't the one who cured you. I picked you up in a small mountain village. In order to keep you all these years, this has become my demon."

Mo Zheng's footsteps paused, but he still said thank you. After all these years, he also guessed that the Qingjian Sect did not have this strength, but he was still grateful for their shelter.

He pushed open the door, and a figure blocked all the light, Junior Brother.

His reddish eye sockets, his pained expression said it all, he had heard it all.For a moment, Mo Zheng realized that his spiritual power was so weak that even his younger brother couldn't detect it.

The little junior was silent for a while, and finally with red eyes, he choked out a sentence: "Senior brother."

Mo Zheng was as usual, "When practicing the backhand sword, the right leg is bent inward, the muscles in the three inches below the ribs are tensed, and the wrist is exerted force, three hundred times a day."

"Yes!"

Mo Zheng continued to walk forward.

"Big Brother!"

The little junior brother's voice already had a hint of crying, but this time Mo Zheng didn't stop.

Mo Zheng walked in a leisurely manner, and he didn't dare to look at the disciples he met along the way because he was intimidated by his prestige, he hurriedly said hello and immediately ran away, he didn't care too much.

When he reached Zhugu Peak, his former residence, the poison had penetrated into his bone marrow, and he could no longer feel pain, as if everything was over.

But he knew that he was exhausted because he was blind.

There was darkness in front of his eyes, as if he had returned to many years ago, and a feeling of powerlessness spread all over his body in an instant. He couldn't mobilize any power, and he couldn't even feel spiritual power.This time, no one will come to deliver any antidote, and no one will mock him that he can only cultivate demons because of his temperament, and that cultivating immortals must be a dead end.

He couldn't help sighing: "You won this round."

But his heart became clearer, and he felt that the bottleneck that had troubled him for a long time was being filled little by little, and would soon overflow.

Three times out of demons, four times into Taoism, his foundation is already like a gnawed mulberry leaf, incomplete, precarious, that cup of lion awakening tea added with fallen mortal dust overwhelmed the last straw, even if Wang Qing Dao breaks the realm and has muscle washing The power of cutting the marrow has no effect on a dying person. Even if he breaks through, it will only increase the burden on the meridians, which will only increase the pain. After all, he is still going to die. The jealousy that has been delayed for so many years will finally be fulfilled.

However, he was not reconciled.

He smiled suddenly, frightened and frightened, and wandered gracefully as a dragon.In a trance, you can see the scenery of autumn flowers, spring nights, spring dew and white frost.

Ming state of mind, broken!

The swarming spiritual power instantly filled the savings bottle at the peak of the Transcendence Realm, and suppressed all rebellions forcefully, forming a mighty force to push Mo Zheng forward to a new realm.

Transform into a fairyland and transform into a fairyland!

At the moment of the breakthrough, the damaged meridians burst instantly, blood oozes from the seven orifices, Yanli is sluggish, and her vitality plummets in a straight line at the moment it reaches the peak, like a bird with its wings broken.

Death has spread throughout his body, his spiritual power has begun to dissipate, and his realm has also begun to fall, layer after layer, slowly turning into a mortal, and finally facing death directly.

"Heard the Tao in the morning, and live and die in the evening."

With blood all over the place, he read these words slowly, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep, as if the ridiculous thing in front of him was nothing but a dream.

In this year, two major events occurred, one was the ascension of the Demon Lord, and the other was the sudden death of Mo Zun.