Chapter 135 Passionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, and it’s even more embarrassing. (Please subscribe, please subscribe) Feng Yangzi looked up to the sky angrily and roared!

He has been planning hard for a long time! Just when you are satisfied, you can helplessly watch the opportunity you got fly away.

After stabilizing his body, Ping Yangzi looked at Feng Yangzi.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

"Master, haven't I always been your favorite?"

"Don't you usually let me go?"

"Please give in once more. I would like to thank the two senior brothers on behalf of Master."

As he spoke, he controlled the Po Gang thorn to penetrate the two of them several times. After confirming that the two of them were dead, he put away their storage bags and burned their bodies.

He left the secret realm without looking back.

Why did Feng Yangzi initiate all this in such a hurry? It was clear that the time had not come yet.

The reason is in the storage bag.

However, Pingyangzi had no time to observe this at this time. After leaving the secret realm, he went straight to Qingxu Sect.

He no longer cares about the inheritance at his feet.

In fact, he was the last to know that Master was about to die soon.

At that moment, he was truly shocked, and everything that happened after that was due to this.

When he heard Qingyangzi say that his master was about to die soon, he figured out the cause and effect in an instant.

What is the difference between people who cultivate immortality and ordinary people?

There is no difference between secular people pursuing wine, sex and wealth, and immortals pursuing wealth, law and marriage. What's the difference?

There is no essential difference.

Pingyangzi, who realized that his master was about to die, immediately understood that this secret realm was a good place for the two brothers to end their lives.

After all, there is only one master and three disciples.

Feng Yangzi is the oldest, the first person accepted by the Master, and the one who has followed him the longest.

Qingyangzi is the most talented and talented person. He is about to receive the true inheritance from his master when making talismans. He has said countless times when making talismans that he has obtained his true inheritance.

Pingyangzi is the youngest, but Master likes him the most, for no reason!

This time, the three of them were all uneasy and did not dare to wait for Master's arrangements with peace of mind. Thus, a big drama began.

Both of them understood that they didn't have to kill anyone, they just needed to ruin their reputation.

The best plan is naturally to hunt down fellow sect members.

Whoever was best to kill was unanimously chosen to be Pingyangzi, who had the lowest cultivation level but was the most liked by the master.

Pingyangzi had both sides, and was also dripping with cold sweat at this time.

In the Qingxu Gate, inside the Master's cave.

"Are you the only one back?"

An old voice came, telling of endless vicissitudes of life.

As for the alchemy monks, they will only decay until they die.

That is to say, now, this master of pill formation has reached the last moment of his life.

"Master, both senior brothers encountered unexpected events in the secret realm!"

As he spoke, a few tears fell down.

"No need to say more about this matter, just come back."

"Come closer."

The voice was lifeless.

Pingyangzi did not dare to neglect.

"Master, do you have anything to tell me?"

The old man looked at the familiar face of the person in front of him and just sighed deeply.

"Idiot, Idiot."

"You and your mother are really similar."

Ping Yangzi was stunned.

And in the mouth of this old man, a past event that had been sealed in dust for hundreds of years slowly opened the curtain.

That story is related to talented people and beautiful women, to Taoist priests breaking their precepts, and to many people.

However, there is only one person related to Ping Yangzi, the most inconspicuous person in this story, a mistake that should not have been born.

When he was young, the old man hated evil as much as he hated evil. He had the art of making talismans with one hand and the art of refining corpses with the other. He was almost the nemesis of evil.

He really did it, using talismans to control corpses and increase the power of corpse refining. In those hundred years, the entire Yue Kingdom was his legend!And it was in this situation that he swelled.

He felt that there was no enemy in the world of demons.

He went to Tianluo.

And this departure is the beginning of a bad fate! When he went out, he only felt that he could see the vastness of the world, and his cultivation was improving rapidly. However, the good times did not last long, and he finally encountered a problem.

And this time, everyone got in.

What he met was a disciple of the Hehuan Sect.

She didn't know it at the beginning, but later they experienced a lot together, and finally unexpectedly learned that she was pregnant with a daughter.

It would be fine if she was just an ordinary person, but unfortunately, when this woman was pregnant, the two of them already knew that this woman had extraordinary talent! While delivering the baby, two important figures appeared.

Yin and Yang demons!

"Su'er, we can let you do whatever you want, but we have to take this child back!"

"You're not young anymore, it's time to be sensible!"

The yin and yang demons come and go in a hurry, like a dream.

That was the last time he saw his So'er, the first and last time he saw his child, the child who didn't even have a name.

He resisted with just one move, and his pride seemed to be made of clay.

Fragile!

After all, he couldn't bear to see Su'er crying in sadness. Seeing Su'er begging and heartbroken, his heart almost broke.

That time, he knew for the first time that it was harder to hide it than to show it.

That time, he witnessed the actions of the Yuanying monk.

That time, he learned to hide his pride.

That time, he understood that facing death requires a moment of courage.

And living requires courage for a lifetime.

He chose to live and bow his head.

Just because the woman named Su'er is no longer so sad.

After that, he returned to the sect.

The elixir-forming monks are born from the heart.

Overnight, he transformed from a young man into a skeletal old man.

He lingered for more than two hundred years.

He knew that he had lost Su'er forever.

Not every story ends happily.

Not every forbearance will lead to an explosion.

His heart is as dead as ashes.

Couldn't stand up again.

From then on, the Qingxu Sect lost a high-spirited genius, and only gained an old man who looked like bones in the grave.

And God seemed to have made a joke with him.

When the end was approaching, he chose to step out of this prison, his bedroom.

I just want to leave a little bit of my skills behind.

It can be regarded as living up to the nurturing grace of Qingxu Sect.

Unexpectedly, during a trip, he discovered a child who looked very much like his Su'er.

Very similar, very similar.

An old man, a dying old man, always has some illusions that no one wants to break.

He imagined that this was the child of his daughter, whom he had only met once.

Imagine that this is his grandson.

Grandson! Even persistently feel that it is! There was nothing else he could hold in his eyes.

The two disciples were left aside by him.

Everything has lost its meaning.

Of course everything he has is left to his grandson, who else can ask for it?

He had no idea about this incident before it happened.

How many disciples actually want to inherit everything from him? Have you asked him? When he saw that it was his biological grandson who came back, he was overjoyed! If the other two people came back, he would risk his life to keep those two people! He, a generational master of elixir formation, has nothing left! 　Chapter 1!

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