Renegade Immortal

At that time, Suzaku Star was a semi-abandoned cultivation star, and the highest cultivator in the Fire Nation was only Nascent Soul..." The woman in purple had a strong memory in her eyes. She had left Suzaku Star for a long time, but The memory of that time remains in my mind and cannot be forgotten.

As she spoke, almost all the monks in the inn gradually began to listen, and some even took a few steps forward with fascination on their faces.

"Suzaku Star, Fengzun's hometown...he grew up there and slowly reached his current glory..." the middle-aged scribe sighed.

"I am a monk from the Huo Fen Kingdom. Later, the Huo Fen Kingdom encountered drastic changes and had to take refuge in the Xuanwu Kingdom. The Xuanwu Kingdom refused, so a war began between the two cultivation countries."... The purple-clothed woman seemed to have a vision in front of her eyes. There were scenes of fighting back then.

"Ma Liang... maybe he is really a monk. At that time, although he was still a foundation-building monk, he had already made a name for himself. It is said that there were hundreds of cultivators of the same level who died in his hands.

"The soft voice of the woman in purple slowly echoed in the inn.

As soon as this sentence came out, it immediately caused an uproar among the monks around him.

"Building your foundation and killing hundreds of monks of the same level, this..., this is almost impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible. How can it be conceivable to the likes of us?"

"The lower the cultivation level, the difference between them is not big, but the magical powers and magic weapons that the foundation-building monks can use are extremely limited. I didn't expect that the title was so strong at that time. No wonder that the battle in the sea of ​​clouds In the middle, being honored can turn things around! "

Amidst the discussion, the man in white who opened the curtain of the inn touched his nose and walked up to the monk in black. He showed a kind smile to the excited monk in black and pressed his right hand slightly in the air. Then he pushed the black-clothed monk who was about to stand up and kneel down on the chair again.

"Master"... This monk in black was none other than Thirteen. There was excitement in his eyes, and his mind went blank as he sat there. Wang Lin's appearance was so sudden that Thirteen did not have any advance expectations.

This young man in white is Wang Lin.

After finishing the matter in Zhaohe Colorful Realm, Wang Lin will go to Suzaku Star to pay homage to his parents and refine the three sources of cause and effect, life and death, and truth and falsehood there.

He passed by here on the way and felt the breath of Shisan and the ancient demon clone, so he came over.

Looking at the grown-up Thirteen in front of him, Wang Lin looked pleased.

He still remembered the scene when he first saw Thirteen 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 looks more and more like me in my early years." Wang Lin sighed, the cold aura on Thirteen's body was quite similar to when he was on Suzaku Star.

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

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

He is Thirteen, loyal and ruthless Thirteen!

"Later on, during the battle, there was no news about him. I remember that it was probably when he was about to leave the Fire Country. I met him once."...The woman in purple spoke softly, causing the surrounding comments to slowly slow down. calm.

No one noticed the young man in white who had lifted the curtain and walked in. All their attention had been attracted by the words of the woman in purple.

"Later I vaguely heard that he rescued Li Muwan and was chased by a pill-forming monk, and entered an extremely dangerous place on Suzaku Star called... the Sea of ​​Demonic Cultivation." The purple-clothed woman's voice was faint, The thoughts of his memory are lingering in this inn.

Listening to the words of the woman in purple, Wang Lin picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Time passed in his eyes, and a smile slowly appeared on his face. He was reminded of memories. He still remembered how helpless Li Muwan was when he was chased by the pill-forming monk. eyes and cry for help after seeing himself.

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

"Copyright monk? Huh, that pill-forming monk is still alive now. He actually dared to arrogantly chase and kill Fengzun. If he were alive, his cultivation level would definitely not be much higher. Even if Fengzun didn't care, I We must also refine his soul and kill him!"

"That's right, if he provokes Fengzun, he has provoked all the fellow Taoists in the four major star regions in our world."

"Miss Zhou, what was the name of the evil cultivator who was chasing Fengzun back then!"

"I forgot... I have never seen the title of Zunzun since then. I just heard from people hundreds of years later that there was a monk named Wang Lin who became famous on Suzaku Star. He was originally a cultivator of the Zhao Kingdom. When he was building the foundation in the early years, I provoked a Yuanying monk with the surname Teng, and he killed the whole family." The woman in purple shook her head and spoke softly.

Many of the monks around had heard about this for the first time and fell silent. They could imagine that after experiencing all these things, the pain in the heart was something that no ordinary person could bear.

"Then he returned to the Kingdom of Zhao and did something that shocked our Suzaku Star. The Kingdom of Zhao was filled with blood... It was really a river of blood. The whole family of the Nascent Soul cultivator, young and old, all died, with no one left alive...

He did not have the kindness of a woman, but completely vented the hatred of that year. Everyone with the blood of the Teng family died... Rumor has it that at that time, the sky in Zhao country was bloody..." The voice of the woman in purple was soft, but when it reached the ears of the surrounding monks, it made them feel the overwhelming killing and hatred as if they were actually there.

Faintly, they seemed to be able to hear the earth-shattering roar when the enemy Manchus were wiped out after the great revenge was finally avenged and the enemy Manchus were wiped out!

Wang Lin was silent, drinking wine one mouthful at a time, with sadness in his eyes. Mou Shisan was filling up cups one by one. This was the first time he heard Wang Lin's story, and he also fell silent.

"Okay, this is called revenge!"

"That Yuanying Xiaoxiu named Teng should indeed be killed. As for his whole family..." There were also some monks who vaguely disagreed.

"Hmph, if you are not Feng Zun, how can you understand Feng Zun's sadness back then? How can you feel the despair of all your relatives dying? I don't think it's an exaggeration to say what Feng Zun did back then!"

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

Wang Lin drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then put it down and looked up into the distance. He really missed home, missed his parents, and wanted to worship and send a handful of soil to them.

"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 a lot about the past events about the Master. He had a chance to become the Lord of the Suzaku Star, but in the end he chose to leave... There is a statue of him on the Suzaku Star, guarding it." The woman was speaking softly when she suddenly seemed to notice something and subconsciously turned around to look at the door of the inn behind her.

She glanced past Thirteen and paused at Wang Lin's back.

"This person is somewhat familiar..."

Wang Lin raised the curtain next to the inn door, turned his head, glanced at the eyes of the purple-clothed woman behind him, showed a smile, shook his head slightly, and walked out.

Thirteen followed and left the inn with Wang Lin.

The woman in purple trembled, and she froze there. All that appeared in her eyes was the smile of the man in white, and the figure that slowly seemed to become more and more familiar, and more and more overlapped with the person in her heart. .

"It seems... He is"... The woman in purple was shocked and couldn't believe it. Her mind went blank, except for the smile that was getting clearer and deeper, as if it was about to burst out of her mind.

"It's him!!"

"Senior sister, what's wrong with you?" The woman in pink clothes next to her saw the other person staying there, and couldn't help but push her a few times. Following her senior sister's gaze and looking back, she only saw the gently swaying curtain. .

Not only her, but also the monks around her looked around, but except for the faint swaying of the curtain, there was no one else.

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

She subconsciously held back some scattered strands of black hair, remained silent for a moment, and continued to speak out the things in her memory softly. A melancholy smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth, telling the story, and in her mind The smile on Wang Lin's face emerged when he turned around.

On the Fangshi Cultivation Star, at the top of a high mountain peak, the mountain wind roared past, as if it was about to roll up the earth and embrace the sky. On the top of the mountain, Wang Lin stood there, opposite Shisan, kneeling on one knee.

"Master, I wish you would always be by my side!"

"Thirteen, you are the first disciple I have accepted, and you are also the one who has been with me the longest." Wang Lin spoke softly, looking at Thirteen with a very kind expression.

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

"But if the baby bird wants to grow up, it needs to face the wind and rain alone, feel the vastness of the world alone, and become a Tianpeng stepping on the clouds under the wind and rain. You have done this well before..."...Wang Lin patted Thirteen on the shoulder and said softly.

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

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

"My disciple, Wang Lin, should be like a dragon among men, flying above the nine heavens. Under the admiration of thousands of cultivators, he should go and say that he is my first disciple, Wang Lin!"

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

"Of course, if someone bullies you, I will never allow it as a teacher! From today on, in the name of my first disciple, you will start your own thirteenth path!" Wang Lin only has these thirteenth disciples. The most attentive, the most generous in terms of affection. As he spoke, he raised his right hand and slapped Thirteen's head.

Maybe you have misunderstood. I didn't say that I am transforming into a mortal now. I meant that it is slowly brewing... and when it is time to appear, everyone will naturally see it. I can't confirm the specific time.