At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The sword opened the sky!

Xiao Ruolin slashed at the black-robed man hiding behind the uncle of Langya at the end of the darkness.

The sword energy was raging like thunder and lightning. The power of this sword was enough to destroy a city.

However, when the sword light slashed, a black figure flashed and blocked the black-robed man, splitting the sword energy with a sword.

Xiao Ruolin's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at the black shadow with scarlet eyes.

Xiao Ruolin clenched his fists, and a hidden helplessness flashed across his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Where is my master!"

The black-robed man paused slightly and slowly emerged from the darkness.

However, he was wearing a silver mask on his face, which covered his appearance.

After listening to Xiao Ruolin's words, he was silent for a long time before sighing: "Go, inherit his mantle, and pass on your master's lineage forever."

There was a trace of vicissitudes in his tone, but more of relief and helplessness.

Xiao Ruolin clenched his long sword and shot at the other party fiercely.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, with a sharp murderous intent, and the black-robed man's eyes reflected the sword light.

He did not choose to dodge, nor did he order the puppet beside him to resist, allowing the long sword to pierce his right arm fiercely.

Xiao Ruolin was stunned in place, looking at the black-robed man with blood on his right arm, and unspeakable emotions rose in his heart.

He gritted his teeth again and said word by word: "Where is my master!"

The sword box behind him slowly opened, and five famous swords slowly floated around him, making a buzzing sound.

The black-robed man raised his left hand and wrapped his right arm with black cloth, muttering to himself: "He is dead, I sent him away with my own hands, that's enough."

The ethereal words lingered in his ears, and Xiao Ruolin could no longer bear it.

The five famous swords were instantly unsheathed, the swords were so powerful, and the sword energy raised dust and smoke to dispel the dark haze.

The black-robed man stood calmly in place, the five famous swords passed through his ears, and the sharp sword energy shattered the mask.

With a slight click, the silver mask was shredded by the sword edge, revealing a vicissitudes and old face.

Looking at the familiar face, Xiao Ruolin's throat was like a ball of cotton, and he couldn't say anything.

The person hiding behind the mask was his master-Ban Laoxian!

The half-old immortal shook his head slightly and sighed: "If you listen to my advice, inherit my wife's legacy and leave here, it would be great."

Looking at the familiar old man, Xiao Ruolin could not suppress his emotions and roared excitedly: "Why?"

The half-old immortal slowly stretched out his hand, and the medicine man behind him was ready to move, staring at Xiao Ruolin with a ferocious look.

"There are not so many reasons in this world. All causes and effects are man-made. If you want to trace them, it will only be endless."

"Back then, I promised her that her medical skills would be passed down. For this, I did not hesitate to play the role of a respected doctor so that her legacy would be passed down forever, but I almost forgot."

"I am not a doctor, but Wang Changqing of Wudang."

A bitter smile hung on Wang Changqing's lips. He slowly said: "Do you know how I felt when I ordered you to leave?"

"My remaining rationality reminded me that you were still a child. As Su Chen said, the child was innocent anyway, but she forgot..."

"There were also children in that desolate city. They survived the plague and the trampling of the enemy's cavalry, but they died under the artillery fire of the Beili soldiers in the end."

As Wang Changqing said, turbid tears slid down his cheeks.

That year, under the sound of artillery fire, all the people in the city died, and thousands of Nan Jue soldiers outside the city were buried in their hometown. Only he and Bian Suchen survived.

Even if he used all his true energy to protect Suchen behind him, he still couldn't escape the inevitable death.

He still had the Taoist supreme mental method to protect himself, but Suchen was a mortal.

Even if his copper wall and iron wall were strong, he couldn't escape his fate in the face of the inhumane bombardment of the Beili trench.

On the ruins, he held the beauty in his arms and felt the gradually cold breath of the person in his arms.

His spirit was close to collapse. He didn't understand why they who had survived the suffering were greeted not by the light of salvation, but by the despairing darkness.

That kind of grief, that kind of despair, that kind of anger, all penetrated into his bones, engraved in his soul, making him live a life worse than death.

Master always said: There is no need for others to see your good deeds, and God will know your good deeds.

But why, after going down the mountain for the first time to do good deeds with his beloved, he ended up like this.

Young and frivolous, he went straight into the apocalypse with a sword in hand.

That day, he was covered in blood, and the sword was sharp.

When he was about to hit the emperor's throat, the only answers he got were the four great supervisors of Tianqi and the emperor's unfounded charges.

The Beili army that massacred the people of Beili no longer existed in his mouth.

He clearly remembered that the emperor pointed at him and called him a madman, and then countless people pointed their weapons at him.

That was the first time he saw power, and the first time he knew that power could blind people's hearts and turn black and white upside down.

That day, he was stabbed by a random blade, and blood flowed all over the ground.

He wanted to survive, to see those who hurt him get retribution, to seek justice for them, and to avenge his beloved.

He was not as kind-hearted as her, and he was unwilling to extinguish the flame of revenge in his heart.

Since the emperor was incompetent, he would overthrow this dynasty.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to fall into the devil's way, study evil arts and become a devil.

He even went so far as to find the ghost doctor Ye Ya, study the medicine man of Xichu, and create the disaster that was listed as a taboo in Beili.

The only remaining conscience in his heart had completely disappeared on the day Su Chen died.

As long as Beili is not destroyed, his heart will not die!

Wang Changqing looked at Xiao Ruolin with hatred, raising his hand: "I have never really regarded you as my apprentice. The blood flowing in your body is like the smoke from the war, which is disgusting!"

"Today, I will use your blood to achieve my revenge!"

Wang Changqing's face was fierce. He took out a flute from his arms and began to play it.

The sound of the flute was very low and mournful, as if telling a painful past.

Xiao Ruolin's pupils dilated a little, and the scene in front of him slowly changed. The wind whistled and raged with snowflakes, and the whole valley was shrouded in white.

He fell into an illusion!

The melodious flute sound echoed in the valley, and the flute sound contained weirdness.

Suddenly a hoarse roar came from the depths of all directions.

In the illusion, Xiao Ruolin was lost in the snow. He couldn't find the direction to move forward, let alone the road under his feet.

In reality, Xiao Ruolin was eye-catching with white hair, his pupils became colorless, and he led thousands of medicine men behind him.

And those medicine men, led by him, all rushed out of the valley, and were more manic and violent than usual.