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Chapter 51 This oath, the heaven and the earth learn from each other, and the gods, gods and gods listen to it!
Haoqizong, know the bitter cliff.

Standing outside the waterfall, Zhao Zixuan told the story of Jiang Chen's victory over the Xianmen Conference with a desolate expression.

After half an hour.

Zhao Jian's gloomy voice came from the cave inside the waterfall: "Is this true?"

"Well, that's absolutely true."

There was no more sound coming out of the cave.

Zhao Zixuan waited outside for another quarter of an hour, he sighed softly, and said in a bitter voice: "Master, I don't think Seventh Shishu looks like a person who can hold grudges, otherwise you will bow his head, and we will not commit river water with him in the future. That's it."

"Bow your head! You asked me to bow to Ning Lang?!"

Zhao Jian's voice echoed in the cave like a madman: "Get out, get out of here!"

Zhao Zixuan was sullen and resigned.

In a dark cave.

Zhao Jian covered his face with his hands and laughed wildly like crazy.

In this heart-pounding laughter.

There was another voice in the cave that only Zhao Jian could hear.

"Accept it, accept my inheritance."

This voice kept repeating in Zhao Jian's ears, and the sound of Jie Jie made people stand upside down.

"Don't think about it!"

Zhao Jian gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and said angrily, "I am the fifth elder of the Hao Qi Sect! How could I accept the inheritance of your demon cultivator!"

"Hehe, hehe, hehe" A mocking laughter echoed in the cave, and the owner of that voice made fun of him wantonly: "Five elders? You still regard yourself as a fifth elder? After you go out, who will take you as an elder from the Haoqi Sect?
By that time, your old enemy will probably already be above ten thousand people under the Haoqi Sect.

You can't match his strength.

Your apprentice is no better than his apprentice.

By that time, what do you think will happen to you?
Without me, you're a piece of shit, a complete waste.

Only by accepting my inheritance can I let you take back everything that should belong to you. "

Zhao Jian covered his ears, curled up and said, "Don't say it anymore, don't say it anymore."

Even though he covered his ears, he could still hear the voice of Jie Jie clearly: "It's useless, if you don't have resentment in your heart, you don't have darkness, and you don't have a heart that wants to be demonic, you can't hear me. Come on, come and accept my gift."

"Once I fall into a demon, the sect master will immediately obliterate me."

"What are you afraid of?" The voice sounded again: "Once you accept my inheritance, your strength will be greatly improved, and I will teach you a supreme cultivation technique, which can plunder the spiritual energy of others to make up for yourself. , as long as you find a time when the suzerain is not there, no one in the entire Haoqi sect will be your opponent, you can plunder their spiritual energy as much as you want, and at that time, your suzerain will not be your opponent."

"But!"

"Don't you want to take back everything that belongs to you?"

"Don't you want that Ning Lang to kneel in front of you and beg for mercy?"

"Don't you want to kill him?"

The image of Ning Lang appeared in Zhao Jian's mind. His eyes gradually became red, and blue veins burst out all over his body, like centipedes lying on his body, and three words oozing out between his teeth: "Kill him, kill him, I'm going to kill him."

"Very good, you have taken the first step, relax and let me help you fulfill this wish."

Straws of black mist penetrated into Zhao Jian's body in all directions of the cave.

His realm is visible to the naked eye.

"what!"

The severe pain made Zhao Jian almost faint.

The voice soothed softly: "Hold on, yes, just hold on for a while longer."

"No! Stop me!"

"It's too late, it can't be stopped anymore, rather than useless resistance, you might as well enjoy all this obediently."

"what!"

……

evening.

Song Zhifei sat on a rock on the edge of the cliff, holding the book "The Dharma of Great Freedom" that Ning Lang gave him, watching silently.

He can read.

But when the words are pieced together.

He felt a little convoluted when he read it, let alone used it for cultivation.

But every time he wanted to give up, his sister would appear in his identity, telling him over and over again, to be serious, to work hard, and not to live up to the expectations of the benefactor.

So Song Zhifei forced himself to memorize the words above.

One word.

In a word.

one page.

After Song Zhifei recited a page, it was already dark. He handed the book to his sister and said with a smile, "Sister, I'll recite it to you."

"But I don't know the words."

"It doesn't matter if you don't recognize it, just listen to it."

"Ok."

Song Zhifei sat on the edge of the cliff, shaking his head and starting to carry it on his back.

The first two sentences were fine, but when he recited the third sentence, his head felt as if he had been pricked by a thousand needles. Song Zhifei held his head tightly, feeling like it was about to explode. the same.

Seeing this scene, Song Xiaohua quickly asked, "Zhifei, Zhifei, what's wrong with you?"

"Call Master quickly..."

Song Xiaohua agreed, and Lihua ran to the door of Ning Lang's room with rain and shouted, "Eunuch, please come out and have a look, you know it's not him..."

creak.

The room door was pushed open.

Seeing Song Zhifei lying on the edge of the cliff, rolling around on the ground with his head in his hands, Ning Lang immediately jumped over.

Jiang Chen, Gan Tang, and Jiang Keran all followed.

"Master, Junior Brother, is this?"

Ning Lang raised his hand and said, "Don't talk, he didn't go into trouble."

The three remained silent.

Song Xiaohua stood beside Ning Lang and looked at Song Zhifei who was in pain on the ground, but his tears could not stop flowing.

Some irrelevant pictures began to appear in Song Zhifei's mind one after another.

It has absolutely nothing to do with his life experience.

He saw a boy who looked exactly like him, and then he saw a pretty girl. They were running on the long street and playing under the banyan tree, but it didn't take long for a group of masked monks with knives to be there. Massacres in the streets.

Killed the boy's sister.

Missing teenage parents.

Most of the people in the town died at their hands.

Then, before his eyes, the scene of summer turned into winter.

The boy and the girl parted in tears on the long street. The boy walked all the way to the south, and finally came to the foot of a mountain. He stepped up the steps, stepped on the snow, and walked to the gate of a Taoist temple step by step. In the end, the boy fainted on the spot.

later.

The young man began to practice Taoism.

He entered Zhifan in one year, entered Dongfu in five years, entered Shouyi in ten years, and entered Yupu Realm in 20 years.

In the year of Jiazi, he speculated on the hexagram and figured out the hiding place of the group of masked monks.

He rode a crane north, picked up a pen and killed everyone there.

Then, he figured out the girl's location, and when he found it, there was only a solitary tomb left.

The girl died of a heart attack 20 years ago.

He wept bitterly, threw away the talisman, took off his robe, and swore on the solitary tomb: "I, Song Zhifei, wish to dissipate my lifelong cultivation and fall back into reincarnation, only to meet her in the next life, this oath, heaven and earth share Jian, the gods, gods, and gods will listen to it.”

Song Changsheng's body and spirit dissipated and disappeared from the world.

Song Zhifei closed his eyes exhausted and passed out.

……

(End of this chapter)