There are always villains who want to harm my master

Chapter 14 The fixed shadow and silver beads reappear the past, the battle of killing gods is destined to reincarnate
In the 170th year of the Jinlun calendar, the sky changed suddenly, and the sky was full of clouds.

The sky thundered, the hurricane was born, the ground spring dried up, and the wind demon who had been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years suddenly appeared in the world.

In the same year, Dongshan suffered an unprecedented drought.

At first, no one took the drought seriously.

Everyone thought that it was just an ordinary summer drought, no different from the past thousands of years of summer drought. When the rainy season came, the predicament would naturally be solved.

But the vegetation is getting thinner day by day, the water source is more precious day by day, and the yellow wind has stripped the land layer by layer.

The ground was split into a gap two palms wide, and the sky was so clear that it had been washed by water, and there was not a single cloud in March.

The sun was scorching all things in the world, the grass and trees dried up and died, the riverbeds of the rivers were exposed, bones were everywhere, people eat people, dogs eat dogs, and the people are crying.

Within a few months, Dongshan became a purgatory on earth, wild animals could not do it, and birds detoured.

Yanggu was stepped on a new road, and the end of the road was the residence of the goddess.

People in Dongshan prayed to the Jinlun tribe for blessings one after another, but the goddess was helpless and thanked the guests behind closed doors.

It's not that the Goddess has a rock-solid heart, it's that the Jinlun clan's job is to protect the Golden Crow, and the people of Dongshan want to stop the sun from rising and setting in the west after a mere drought.

The flight of the Golden Crow is related to the four seasons of day and night rotation in the four regions. If the Golden Crow stops flying, there will be no grain harvest in the western mountains, poisonous insects will be rampant in the southern mountains, and tens of thousands of people will die of hunger and cold in the northern mountains.

The luck of one realm harms the creatures of all directions. Although the goddess sympathizes with the people of Dongshan, she refuses to follow her orders and refuses to help.

Dongshan has always been the place with the most stable climate among the four realms. The sudden drought caused the city to be full of wind and rain. Everyone cursed the hot sun, but they didn't know that the severe drought was caused by the revival of the wind demon.

That evil thing was originally powerful in mana, and its sudden birth would definitely shake the heavens and earth.

Fortunately, after the great war, the thing that was supposed to swim in the air had been suppressed underground for hundreds of millions of years, with its wings degraded and its magic power greatly reduced.

Just refrain from major evils within the territory, keep small chaos, and live in peace.

The Golden Wheel Clan didn't pay attention to it at first, and after the Chaos War, it was quite common for escaped evil spirits to come out to make trouble from time to time.

So only according to the previous rules, people were sent out to conquer, and they were expelled to the border forest to fend for themselves.

However, the Jinlun tribe underestimated the insidiousness and cunning of that evil thing.

The wind demon used some means to confuse the residents of the city, and got the secret of the Golden Crow's blindness.

Practicing in the wild forest lair for a hundred years, his mana increased greatly, and he attacked all the way to the gate of Yanggu Mountain.

When the war was raging, the Jinlun clan just woke up and let the tiger go back to the mountain to let it do evil, but it was too late.

For decades, the Jinlun clan fought hundreds of times with Feng Yao successively, resulting in countless casualties.

In order to protect the people in Dongshan from the wind demon, the men in the clan used their flesh and blood as a wind barrier, and suppressed it with golden wheel magic tools, and finally drove the wind demon out of the country with serious injuries.

However, if you kill one thousand enemies, you will lose eight hundred. Although the wind demon is gone, the drought remains.

The old patriarch spent his whole life working hard to create various crops that are not afraid of sunlight and cold.

On the altar, there was a gust of colorful wind, and the old patriarch wept with joy. He brought all the orphans whose parents died in battle to present drought-resistant crops. When he announced the good news, he was held hostage by a man in black with a knife.

It turned out that Feng Yao was secretly causing trouble to disturb the hearts of the people. It was rumored that the Jinlun tribe didn't want to listen to the demands of the people, but they had the intention of treason.

The Golden Wheel Clan has guarded the Golden Crow for generations, and has long become the most important role in the Four Realms.

If the Jinlun people control the Golden Crow, they will control the life and death of all the people in the four realms. The drought in Dongshan is just the beginning of their conspiracy, and the next step is to unify the four realms.

If the Jinlun family is not wiped out, there will be even greater disasters waiting for them in the future.

The people of Dongshan believed it was true, but Feng Yao fanned the flames again, and soon after, they invaded Yanggu on a large scale, and the tragic battle of killing gods was recorded in the history of Dongshan.

The men of the Jinlun clan had already died in the Fengyao battlefield, and the women, children, old and young were unable to withstand the fierce attack and were massacred.

For a time, corpses piled up in Yanggu like mountains, blood flowed into rivers, and the wailing moved the heavens. Its tragic and heroic indescribable.

The Goddess Jinlun was forced to do nothing, and she sacrificed her heart and lungs to the people. With her death as a lesson, the Jinlun lineage survived.

The old patriarch's two sons both fought on the battlefield, his wife and daughter-in-law died unbearably insulted by the sword, and the descendants were all brave and angry, and the only daughter died unjustly in front of him.

Looking around, the battle flags are flying, and the homeland is dilapidated.

The originally peaceful and prosperous Yanggu resort was destroyed overnight, and there is no such thing as a golden wheel in the world.

Heartbroken, the old patriarch left Yanggu with the surviving members of the Jinlun tribe and built the Jinlun Hidden Realm. From then on, he hated the world and isolated himself from the world...

Chuan Wu looked at the messy back and corpses everywhere in the light and shadow, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

The silver pearl light of the fixed image gradually faded, and a man with a knife was vaguely visible, wiping the human blood dripping from a sharp knife, and slowly turned his head, his eyes were blood red——

"Sky!"

Chuan Wu's whole body was numb, his breathing trembled, and he screamed out when he saw that face.

"He is Tian Qiong's father, one of the leaders in the battle of killing gods."

"what……"

Chuanwu fell to the ground powerlessly, unable to believe that this was the past of the Jinlun clan, let alone Tianqiong's past.

"Cause and effect are samsara that cannot be escaped, no one can do anything about it..." the master on the side comforted softly.

"Tianqiong and his father got lost. It was his father who brought him to discuss with other leaders in a delusion to take advantage of the victory and chase after him to destroy the Jinlun clan. Unexpectedly, Tianqiong accidentally bumped into Jinlun Hidden Realm and was adopted by the patriarch." Lu Wu said.

"Shenjun Luwu! Please, please save Tianqiong!" Chuanwu knelt at the feet of Luwu Yuanshen, begging bitterly, "Tianqiong died to save me and my master, we can't hurt the innocent..."

"Everything is preordained. Tianqiong's father forced the goddess to death. The death of the goddess was exchanged for the life of the Jinlun clan. The Jinlun clan caused the death of Tianqiong, and the death of Tianqiong was in exchange for the lives of the two of you. Life and death Death, this is fate, and I have nothing to do..." Lu Wu shook his head and sighed.

On that day Chuan Wu carried his master on his back, his heart felt as if a knife had been twisted, he staggered and walked for a long time, but he came to the clear stream where he caught fish that day.

The voice and smile of Tianqiong is still in front of my eyes, and the laughter that caught the golden carp that day seems to be still ringing along with the stream.

Chuanwu finally couldn't move anymore, put down the little master who was bloody on his back, knelt by the clear stream and cried bitterly.

The clear stream reflects the appearance of Tianqiong talking and laughing with her, the appearance of barbecue for her, the appearance of taking her out to bask in the sun, the appearance of concentrating on fishing...

The white sun was suddenly far away and near, and Chuan Wu was about to carry his master on his back to continue looking for a way out, when suddenly his eyes went dark and he passed out.

Zhulong was tightly locked by the six-yang essence wheel that day, and he had a chance to go out when his small body died, but he underestimated the power of the essence wheel.

Yuanshen couldn't get out of the body, so his divine power was suppressed all the time. He used a strong spell and touched the spirit-locking nail shot by Xuegui. Only at the mercy of others.

The stream was gurgling, and a large amount of blood oozed out from under Candle Dragon, slowly flowing through the grass, flowing through the daisy bushes, and gurgling into the water...

The blood of the mountain god flowed along the stream throughout the entire Golden Wheel Hidden Realm, and then poured into the underground undercurrent, even permeating the entire Eastern Mountain Realm.

That Lu Wu and Zhulong were originally born separately, although their physical bodies were dead, the fragments of the scattered primordial spirit still left a little bit of spiritual consciousness. They had been sleeping for many years, and suddenly felt the blood of the mountain god, and they woke up again.

Lu Wu took the fixing silver beads, sat down, and took a sip of tea.

"My primordial spirit is about to melt away. If you two come later, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it in time."

"I have felt you since I came to this hidden place, but I have been brewing for a long time, but I can't feel the specific location, but you are happy here." Zhulong laughed.

The two sat and talked, it didn't look like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years reunited, they still chatted and joked as usual.

They haven't seen each other for hundreds of millions of years, and there's nothing important, they just said innocuous words, as if they just played chess and drank wine together yesterday.

"After sleeping for a long time, my spirit is very good! Hahahaha I have been walking around these few days, and this mortal world has become a bit unfamiliar to me-if I knew I would have become a Sanxian early, east, west, north, south I gave it to you." Lu Wu poured another cup for Zhulong.

"You still remember my little disciple Cang Zhu? It's all thanks to him! I should have found a place to retire long ago hahahaha..."

The mountain god Zhulong, who had always been like an iceberg, laughed out loud when staying with Lu Wu. Chuan Wu had never seen such a kind and humorous master.

"Here, this little baby is Cang Zhu's disciple."

Zhulong pointed to the little girl who was wiping away her tears.

"Cang Zhu...is actually this big."

Lu Wu suddenly lamented the vicissitudes of time, and his eyes were full of loneliness.

And said:

"Don't worry about your little disciple, you don't need to worry too much about things that happen in a blink of an eye."

For Zhulong and Lu Wu, who lived together with the heaven and the earth, the short decades and hundreds of years in the mortal world are indeed as short as a breath.

So short that it can even be ignored.

Chuanwu lowered his head in disappointment.

Perhaps, a mortal like Tian Qiong, or even an elf like her who has thousands of years and tens of thousands of years, is as small and short as the life of an ant in the eyes of the master and master who overlooks the world.

Why is she so sad?

The sky came like a gust of wind, accompanied her briefly, and then returned like a gust of wind.

There is not even a shadow left in the world, as if this person has never existed, and those happy or sad things have never happened.

What are people living for?

Chuanwu didn't know what it meant for Daewoo to give birth to an elf like her.

It seems that the world doesn't need ants like her and Tian Qiong at all, small things are insignificant, and big things can't be done.

Chuanwu sighed, and touched the gold tooth in his pocket.

Gold teeth, purple bamboo, whisk, when she meets someone, she always takes something with her.

Even if Tianqiong disappears from this world without a trace, at least there is still a golden tooth, which is the evidence that he has lived.

She kept this golden tooth for him, and she remembered everything for him.

Chuan Wu leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and the chat and laughter between Master and Lu Wu Shenjun were vague as if separated by a thin layer of mist.

They live for trillions of years, and never regard 15 days as a big event. The birth and death of a life are as common as eating and drinking.

What if one day she dies like the sky?What will they say?
"The apprentice of Cang Zhu is dead"?Or "that mountain spirit who doesn't know what his name is, lost his life"?
Or, no one cared about her life or death at all.

The sun shone on the east wall, and it was bright red. This was the first dusk that Chuanwu spent in Jinlun Hermitage.

Chuanwu fell asleep with Twilight.

In her sleep, she vaguely felt as if a pair of big hands gently lifted her shoulders and carried her to the couch.

She forgot that Master had returned to his former tall and majestic appearance.

Lu Wu was originally endowed with extraordinary talent, and he also cultivated the art of self-healing the day after tomorrow. His original body was like a tiger, but he had fox tails, a majestic body, and nine tails. He had a handsome face.

If it wasn't for Yuanshen being scattered by the demon dragon and unable to condense, the mere wind demon would be enough to wipe him out with a flick of his fingers.

Zhulong absorbed the fragments of Lu Wu's primordial spirit, and healed immediately from the injuries he suffered from the Jinlun clan before. Although he suffered internal injuries from fighting with the wind demon, he recovered more than half of it.

Talking with old friends for a while, I feel more energetic and radiant.

Just laughing, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the idiot in the corner sitting on the ground and falling asleep.

He really couldn't understand why an elf with a lifespan of tens of thousands of years was crying for a mortal.

Although that mortal saved his life, it was also a matter of karmic reincarnation. He was grateful to this mountain man named "Tianqiong" from the bottom of his heart, and regretted that he died young, but he really couldn't live like Chuanwu for a few days. Crying and crying, eating and drinking without thinking.

He carried his little disciple to the bed, took off her shoes, and covered her with the quilt.

Although this little elf is a bit dumb and stupid, but he is indeed affectionate and righteous, and his spirit is commendable. Cang Zhu has put in some effort, but it is worth it.

Recalling that he used to treat her harshly and indifferently, and hurt her heart repeatedly, now seeing her sobbing and choking with sour tears hanging down her cheeks in her sleep, she felt somewhat regretful and distressed.

Zhulong stretched out his hand, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Chuan Wu's eyes, and tucked the hair that was on her lips behind her ears.

He was fiddled with, but his hand was hugged.

The girl huddled under the quilt was like an uncooked bun, her face was dark blue, and her plump cheeks were sunken.

She didn't notice anything, she simply hugged this big warm hand and buried her face in it, just like those days when she was still in the soil without spiritual consciousness.

Zhulong felt her long soft eyelashes tickle in his palm, felt the strange touch of her soft cheek.

It was as if a piece of my heart had suddenly collapsed.

It was like a glass cup full of seven-star intoxication suddenly burst, and honeydew flowed all over the chest, full of fullness and feeling a little lost.

Zhulong stared blankly at this little elf who was so stupid to save his life, he couldn't bear to take his hand back for a moment.

There was still some room on the side of the couch, so he leaned against the head of the bed and sat down. The little face got more and more intrusive, and it actually rubbed against his arms bit by bit.

"No shame, no shame..."

Candle Dragon cursed, but the corners of his lips curled into a small arc.

As if realizing something in an instant, his face suddenly became serious again──
　When I was writing this chapter, I kept thinking, why do people always sing the praises of big love, but always choose to abandon little love?After I finished writing the story of Tianqiong, I suddenly understood that because of the impermanence of life and death, little love can only be passed on between two people, while great love will be passed down from generation to generation forever under the alternation of life and death.As Lu Wu said, everything is doomed. Tianqiong's father forced the goddess to death. The death of the goddess was exchanged for the life of the Jinlun clan. The birth of the candle dragon, the candle dragon brought the birth of all things.We substitute the protagonist in the story, but in reality we are the little ones who died fighting for the protagonist, we are unknown mud ideas, the little love is the love of some people, it has nothing to do with us, the big love is related to our own interests .

　　Therefore, when people extol great love and praise great love, they are actually praising eternity and indirectly benefiting themselves.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)