In the back mountain, a thin boy with a dusty face full of dust and a thin face stared at the foot of the mountain, with an extremely violent anger in his eyes. At the foot of the mountain, a huge villa was trapped in a sea of ​​fire, and the fire that soared into the sky made the sky blood-red and blood-red, shocking.

Beside the young man stood a tall and thin old Taoist. Although his hair and beard were white, he was full of energy, his cheeks were rosy and without any wrinkles. He was carrying a seven-foot sword on his back, and his gray robe fluttered in the wind, looking like a fairy-like trait.

"Help me kill them!" The young man clenched his fists and his eyes were red.

"People who practice Taoism do not kill." Feeling the strong murderous intent emitted from the young man, the old Taoist sighed deeply.

"When you saved me, you killed a lot." The young man said angrily.

"I have always heard that the Zhao family is kind and generous, and is deeply loved by the people of the south. I happened to pass by here. I only helped me to help me for a moment. I broke the killing precepts and now I regret it. Now I am leaving, so the little donor should take care of myself." The old Taoist shook his head and walked straight into the depths of the woods, as if he didn't want to stay for a long time.

"If you don't help me, I will ask someone to help me, even if I spend all my wealth, I will do whatever I can!" The young man shouted at the old Taoist hysterically.

Hearing the angry voice of the boy, the old Taoist stopped and turned around, frowned and looked at the boy, lowered his head to ponder for a moment, and walked to the boy.

"Did you agree?" The boy was immediately overjoyed.

"Little donor, I know that your Zhao family has money, but that money is no longer yours."

"Why?" The boy's face changed color.

"Think about it, these people are cruel and ruthless. Taking advantage of the donor's birthday to kill the whole family, it is not just for the purpose of robbing wealth. If you reveal your whereabouts, someone will immediately find the donor to eradicate the roots. Besides, the warmth and coldness of human relationships and the coldness of the world is in great condition. There are countless people who have spyed on the donor's wealth. Moreover, the donor is still young and has no support and cannot control the Zhao family's wealth. If you reveal your identity, you will be killed. The little donor should find a place to hide his name and continue the incense for the Zhao family."

"Then I will take you as my teacher, and wait until I learn your Taoism and take revenge." The young man was deliberately trained to help his father handle business since childhood. He was originally a smart person. He was so angry that he was confused when he was so angry that he was confused. The old Taoist just mentioned it and immediately realized it.

"Children, whether you practice martial arts horizontally or internally, you need to practice from an early age. Although you have excellent roots and excellent qualifications, unfortunately, you are too old and have lost the best period of cultivation, and your efforts will be useless. Besides, I have a shallow method. Even if you surpass me, I will definitely not be the opponent of those people." The old Taoist looked at the young man's hopeful gaze and shook his head.

"Who is he?" the young man asked suddenly.

"Little donor, why bother..." The old Taoist secretly regretted it, but he only showed a little bit of his mouth and was immediately perceived by the child.

"Tell me!" the young man said word by word.

"Okay, life and death are fate, wealth and honor are heaven. I saved you. Whether you can survive depends on your fortune. Whether I know one of those people, I am the one who is full of evil Huatoutuo on the list of evil people, ranking seventeenth."

Looking at the young man's unanimous expression, the old Taoist felt a stern. This man was young and had extraordinary demeanor. Unfortunately, he was deeply resentful and could not be calm and focused. In addition, he was too old, so he was indeed not suitable for cultivation. What a pity!

"Thank you."

While the old Taoist was regretting, the young man suddenly knelt down and kowtowed a few times. After standing up, he walked towards the depths of the woods without looking back.

Seeing the boy disappearing into the woods, the old Taoist refused to react. He thought the boy would cry and beg, but he never expected that the boy would be so destined. After kowtow, he left immediately without any entanglement, and did not even ask his name.

Just as the old Taoist was about to leave, suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky, lightning and thunder roared, and a ball of light slashed in the direction where the boy disappeared.

The lightning appeared too suddenly, and the old Taoist had no time to think about it. The long sword behind him was unsheathed, and thousands of snow-white lights were reflected in the air, and he rushed towards the young man with his body...

Pang!

Pang!

Pang!

A series of lightning thunder chased the young man and slashed hard. The old Taoist figure looked like a tornado. He took action one after another, helping the young man withstand a series of lightning thunder. Even though the old Taoist had a high magic power, he was still struck by the lightning thunder and was extremely embarrassed by the lightning thunder without any preparation and unexpectedly caught off guard.

The young man looked fiercely at the woods that were charred by lightning and the embarrassing old Taoist, and then at the sky with a rolling clouds, with a blank expression on his face. Then, he rushed into the darkness, leaving the old Taoist with a dull look and muttering to himself.

"Impossible, it's impossible, it's impossible. He is just an ordinary person. He has not practiced qi yet and has no spiritual energy at all. He will never attract the heavenly tribulation."

The old Taoist tried desperately to convince himself, but based on his experience of passing the tribulation several times, although the series of fierce thunder and lightning that had just chased the young man did not cause harm to him, it was a real heavenly tribulation. Moreover, the energy of that heavenly tribulation cannot be underestimated. Only by cultivating to the third level of spiritual energy can one be qualified to "enjoy", and the young man had no spiritual energy on his body.

Did you make a mistake in your own judgment?

The most convincing thing was the seven-foot long sword that was broken into two pieces by his hand.

This long sword is not simple. It is made of extremely rare black iron in the sky. It took the old Taoist three years to refine and forge. Although it cannot be considered an ancient divine weapon, its power is extraordinary and slight lightning cannot be damaged at all.

If there are strange phenomena in the sky, there will be monsters!

The old Taoist looked at the surging sky, sighed, raised a small sword in his sleeve, and turned into a blue stream of light...

...

The next day, the massacre of the Zhao family in Jiangnan was burned to death spread throughout the Zhanyun Continent. The king of the Qin Empire was furious and issued an order to supervise it strictly. Historical records are recorded as the "Zhao Family Imperial Case".

The Zhao family has been engaged in weaving for generations. The woven products are cheap and beautiful, and are loved by the people. They are all over the Qin Empire and are sold in foreign countries. They play an important role in the manufacturing industry of the Qin Empire. After generations of accumulation, their wealth is even rich enough to rival a country.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and the sensational Zhao family extermination case is gradually forgotten. No one knows that there is a young man named Zhao Yuan in the Zhao family.

The wild fruits and leaves became yellower, the vibrant land became extremely desolate, and the weather became colder and colder. Zhao Yuan was still trekking on the gravel ground barefoot wearing a pair of straw sandals. His destination was Huayun Sect in Huayun Mountain.

Compared with more than a year ago, Zhao Yuan no longer had the demeanor he cultivated since childhood. His beautiful cheeks were also more rough because of sleeping in the open air. His limbs were even more rough and thick. He was much more mature in his haggardness. He didn't look like a sixteen or seven-year-old teenager at all.

In more than a year, Zhao Yuan had almost traveled to countless famous mountains and rivers and visited countless cultivation sects. He firmly believed that only by finding the best cultivation sect and learning the most powerful magic can one avenge the deep revenge of the sea of ​​blood.

No sect accepted him because the reason was simple: he was too old and no longer had plasticity.

Of course, there is another reason Zhao Yuan didn't know. It is impossible for people like him to accept unknown identities. After all, in the cultivation world, undercover spies are not uncommon for some cultivation secrets, and they happen from time to time. This is why people who take disciples have to choose young children or recommend them by acquaintances, and cultivating loyalty is also one of the main reasons.

Over the past year, Zhao Yuan, who had been frugal with wealth, suffered a lot and tasted the cold and cold. He learned to hunt in the wilderness, to identify the poisonous wild fruits and mushrooms, to raise fire to resist beasts, and to observe his words and expressions.

Faced with various difficulties, Zhao Yuan was not discouraged. Whenever he thought of his family lying in a pool of blood and the villa in a sea of ​​fire, it seemed like a huge force was pushing him forward. Revenge became his firm belief in survival...

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