My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

"Okay, okay, He'er is very diligent in his practice, so don't push him too hard."

The other woman laughed cheerfully.

……

The aroma of barbecue filled the air under the light of the bonfire.

The monster's corpse fell to the side, and the young man was processing the monster's meat.

"Brother Jiang! Your cooking skills are really good,"

The beautiful girl held the boy's face in her hands and looked at him admiringly.

In the woods with sparse moonlight, the night was quiet, and the two sat side by side in a harmonious atmosphere.

The boy secretly rejoiced in his heart, but still tried to remain calm:

"Wan'er, if you like, eat more. I'll bake some more for you."

With a beautiful woman by his side and a bright future, the young man is full of ambitions.

……

The girl stepped on the headless corpse and smiled sweetly:

"Brother Jiang, didn't you say you wanted to be my Taoist partner?"

The wine table was overturned, the food was scattered on the ground, but it was still emitting steam.

"How come it's obviously not like that?"

The boy stepped back in disbelief.

"Well, the Venerable has given me this, so I'll try it on you, Brother Jiang~"

The girl smiled with an ambiguous tone, her voice friendly and teasing.

……

The middle-aged man held the injured black-haired girl in his arms with trembling hands:

"Jin'er, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I..."

He looked painful. The little girl in his arms stretched out her hand and wiped away the tears on his face. She said in a childish voice:

"Master, don't cry, don't cry, Jin'er doesn't blame you"

The middle-aged man suddenly looked stern, slapped her on the face, grabbed her hair and grinned:

"Don't blame the master, you little bastard. I'm teaching you not to trust others easily."

"Jin'er, believe in Master." The girl said with difficulty.

There was a flash of struggle and pain in the man's eyes, but it was fleeting.

That ray of clarity disappeared into the depths.

He roared as if provoked:

"Do you still believe me?"

Another slap was thrown at the little girl, and her cheeks were red and swollen. She continued to wipe the tears that kept flowing from the man:

"Believe."

"I'm asking you a question! Do you still believe it?"

As her fists and feet pounded, her white teeth turned blood red, and she spoke incoherently:

"Believe."

……

The man's soul was severely damaged by Lin Chi's soul-stunning technique, and he lay half-dead on the bed.

The sea of ​​consciousness cracked, and the hidden memories emerged.

His consciousness was turbid and he gradually sank:

"Who am I? I am Jiang He, and I am Jiang He. I never expected that I am Jiang He."

Someone gently held his hand and called him:

"Hey! Jiang He, you're not really dead..."

There was a faint choking in the voice.

Warm liquid flows down the throat into the stomach, continuously.

The dim Xuanhuang Pearl glowed again, and the reshaping and rebirth effects of the two realms of the Rebirth Technique were operating at the same time.

"Jiang He, trash, scum, don't die..."

The man murmured weakly, and then fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, a startled cry rang out:

"Master?!"

……

Four years ago, an event that shocked the world occurred in Zhu Mingyu, causing a sensation in the entire cultivation world.

In Zezhou, one of the nine states in Zhuming Territory, a demonic monk sacrificed blood on the entire Daze Mountain Range.

The blood sacrifice affected half of Zezhou, and countless mortal monks died directly or indirectly in this blood sacrifice.

According to the survivors of Qingmu Castle at that time, the blood sacrifice was performed by a monk named Jiang He, who intended to improve his cultivation by performing a blood sacrifice in Zezhou.

The scene during the blood sacrifice was like hell on earth and was horrifying.

The father killed the son, the son killed the father...

The loved ones killed each other under the influence of the blood sacrifice formation, and the monsters turned into a beast tide, trampling the city.

Whether it is a mortal or a monk, it is difficult to escape from this catastrophe.

There were so many casualties that one could even see the souls of the dead covering the sky, and blood flowed like a sea, submerging half of Zezhou.

This tragic scene caused many different opinions at the time.

Some people claim that this blood sacrifice was actually planned by the demon clan.

His intention was to take advantage of the leaderlessness of Zhuming Territory, create chaos and casualties, and take control of Zhuming Territory.

He swore with great confidence that he saw a real dragon emerging in Zezhou.

The True Dragon clan has been the leader of the demon clan since ancient times.

Now that he has appeared at the blood sacrifice site again, and there is a towering demon ape guarding him, it can be further proved that this is a conspiracy of the demon clan!

Of course, some people scoffed at this, saying that real dragons had been unknown to the world since the era of immortals and had long since become extinct from this world.

Even if I were still alive, I would never take such a risk.

When the true dragons declined during the Age of Immortals, they were regarded as treasures and hunted by a group of immortals.

How dare we go deep into the human territory now?

Besides, how could a real dragon be beaten and flee in fear by a Jindan Zhenren? It was probably just a demon snake.

Some people also claim that there is an ancient secret realm here, which contains countless natural treasures and magical weapons, as well as ancient formations.

The demon cultivator named Jiang He obtained the treasure and took control of the ancient formation.

Just now, with his mere Qi training ability, he caused such a tragedy.

But now, this Qi training demon cultivator has been seriously injured and escaped, carrying the treasure

In order to quell the growing chaos in the world of cultivation, the three major immortal sects hurriedly stepped forward to calm the situation.

It was announced that the incident was caused by Tai Zhen Tian and Shen Gan Sect, and the crackdown on the Demon Sect began. At the same time, the demon clan was condemned and accused of interfering in the internal affairs of the human race.

Everyone suddenly realized that he was just a casual Qi-cultivating cultivator, and most likely a puppet pushed out by the Demon Sect.

But Jiang He cannot escape the blame either. It must be profitable for him to have caused such a huge catastrophe!

Even so, there is an immortal sect to calm the situation.

During the four years, the chaos in Zezhou continued to intensify. Taizhentian and Shenganjiao openly entered Zhuming territory and established their own sects.

It emerged from beneath the water, revealing the fangs that had been buried for thousands of years.

The Shen Gan Sect, in particular, announced that it would hold a holy sacrifice in two years and arrogantly invited the three major immortal sects to watch the ceremony.

The Great Jin Dynasty, at the center of the situation, had already fallen apart, and countless people were displaced.

Even in the entire Zhuming Domain, not only mortals, but even cultivators, are consciously fleeing to other domains.

To escape from this increasingly dangerous vortex.

Chapter 87 Eastward Journey (2)

The night is like a curtain, and the wind and snow seem to be falling.

The cold wind howled, bringing with it the refugees' low coughs and sighs.

The river meanders and undulates, rising from the west of Zhuming Territory and flowing to Qingyang Territory in the east, where it solidifies into a glacier.

On the side of the glacier, a huge group of refugees moved eastward along the glacier, through the snow forest.

Ever since that bloody sacrifice, the people of Zezhou have suffered.

First, there was a melee among the countries, and smoke of war was everywhere.

Then the monsters became violent and attacked the people.

Even the climate has become abnormal.

These refugees were fleeing famine towards Qingyang Region.

It was late at night, and the refugees stopped their tired steps, set up camp and made a fire.

Crude huts lined the river bank. Some people dug holes in the glacier to catch fish, while others went to the snow forest to hunt.

Although the crowd was densely gathered together, it was difficult to hear any sound except coughing and sighing.

The dead silent glacier became noisy with the thundering sound of horse hooves.

A team of riders escorted several carriages, breaking through the wind and snow, galloping towards the east, rushing through the chaotic crowd.

Wherever he passed, there was wailing everywhere.

The white-haired little girl was breathing on her chilblained hands and shivering with cold.

Staring eagerly at the small cooking pot on the fire.

It's not a small pot, but it looks more like a picked-up helmet, with a crack on the edge.

Perhaps when it was picked up, it was still soaked with the blood of a soldier.

But now it has been washed clean by the girl, the water inside is boiling, scattered pieces of flesh are sinking in it, mixed with unknown weeds.

The faint smell of meat came over, and the little girl couldn't help but sniff it, her stomach growling.

"Master is ill and needs medicine."

She thought of the sick refugees who were boiled medicine in this way.

But no matter how much she begged, those people were unwilling to share the precious herbs with her.

I had no choice but to search for those plants that looked like what they were by myself in the snowy field.

"As long as you drink the medicine, Master will wake up."

The refugees passing by saw the boiling pot of soup and saw only a little girl watching it.

He showed a greedy look as soon as he approached.

The little girl stood up alertly and protected the small pot behind her.

"Don't move! This is Master's medicine!"

"Hiss, you are so unreasonable, I'm just taking a look."

The refugee frowned with a look of disdain.

I leaned my head over and took a closer look, only to find that there were only a few bits of minced meat in it.