Sharks, black snakes, and sons of the air.

Before Chi Xiaochi could open his eyes, he was dazed by the sudden jolt of ice water.

...... His shoulders shook, but he held hard and steady without moving.

He narrowed his eyes and observed his surroundings without moving.

The self in this world was wearing a plain white lining, a necklace of snake's teeth strung on a black rope around his neck, holding lotus hand seals, sitting under a waterfall and meditating, and his white shirt was wet by the water flow, clinging to his skin.

The surrounding grass and trees are still covered with unmelted snow and ice, and the new willows are only young and yellow.

The waterfall had just thawed, and there was still thin, unresolved ice falling on his shoulders and hair.

Chi Xiaochi's first impression of this new body: an iron head.

Good in the original master's body is really iron enough, probably accustomed to this degree of impact, and do not feel the pain, on the contrary, in the breathing in and out of the more aware of the spirit of the platform, and will not have the feeling of gasping for air.

A white deer drank at the edge of the stream, looked up at him for a moment, and then leaped into the forest without a trace.

A set of aquamarine blue and veiled clothes were placed by the small pool, the commendable clothes, the bo belt and the hair belt were neatly arranged, and a valuable jade pendant was pressed on the top.

Seeing this situation, Chi Xiaochi already had some idea of what was going on, and mentally recalled his primary and secondary school language textbook's literary unit.

Reciting the words, "The late emperor demised before he was halfway through his career," Chi Xiaochi glanced at the monitor in front of him.

At first glance, he felt something strange.

At second glance, he thought he was hallucinating.

After the third eye was confirmed, he thought that the main god was going to make up his mind to screw him, and didn't even want the face of the base model.

The blue bar of remorse shows a value, no more, no less, of 100% inflation, a full 200.

Chi Xiaochi said, "Mr. Six, look, your boss is shameless."

Because of the ring issue, 061 and Chi Xiaochi had a micro cold war for a few days.

The so-called micro-cold war is that the books are still read, the fruit is still cut, the stoner is still nagging, just rarely initiate conversation.

...... You could say that the tantrum was also mild.

He let out a "hmm" to calm Chi Xiaochi down, then went to look at the world line, reading it for a few moments in amazement.

He said, "Xiaochi, look at the world line."

There was no one around, it was a good time to read the world line, Chi Xiaochi took advantage of his words, but he didn't slow down, after clicking the world line, a lot of information instantly flooded into his brain -

Ancient times, the East China Sea to the ruins of the sharks inhabited, can cry tears into beads, weaving yarn into raw silk, its temperament warm and flat, living in the deep sea, far from the world, only the night crossing the sea crews, occasionally hear one or two ethereal song of the sharks.

The host is not a human being, but a shark that came from the Eastern Sea Returning Ruins.

When he was a child, a group of demons who coveted the precious shark pearl somehow found the habitat of this group of sharks. The parents of the young sharks to protect their son died tragically in front of his eyes, the young sharks to follow the parents' dying account, to go to his parents' other residence Zhen Island Reef temporary hiding, who expected halfway into a piece of fishing nets, the tail by the barbs in the net hooked deeply into the flesh, suffered a serious injury, fainted under the shock and pain.

When he woke up again, he was being held in someone's arms.

The little shark was in so much pain that she couldn't open her eyes, and could only smell the faint cold scent of pine needles on him, and the scent of her own blood and medicine.

He was only able to tell that it wasn't the group of demons that had hunted him that were holding him, and that the embrace was warm.

Seemingly sensing that the little thing wrapped in his arms had woken up, the man looked down, a pure and lively teenager's voice: "Wake up?"

...... sounds good too.

"Hush." Without waiting for the little shark to speak, the teenager lowered his voice and said, "When you enter the mountain gate later, don't move. I secretly fished you back, if master knows, I'll have to eat the bamboo whip."

The little shark did not know what he was holding himself back for, thinking that he was going to skin himself and eat his meat, shivering with fear, the tip of his tail feebly slapped the teenager's arm twice, and then he lost his breath in pain, burying his face in the teenager's shoulder and shivering.

The teenager hugged him upwards and stroked his dark cloud-like hair, "Don't cry, or I'll laugh at you."

The young man surnamed feast, name Yan Jinhua, is the sword cultivation sect Jingxu peak red cloud under the seat of the second disciple, is recognized in the disciples of the playfulness of the heavy heart, do not want to cultivate, is a natural pure water spirit root physique, is to be red cloud in the son, accepted as a disciple, who wants to be quite general in the development of his latter days, gradually has been obliterated by the crowd.

Everyone says Yan Jinhua is a loser.

But the little shark thought otherwise.

In his mind, Yan Jinhua is the best person in the world.

Yan Jinhua raised the homeless little sharks in the Fishing Light Pool, a place of cultivation uniquely belonging to him at the back of the mountain.

The Fishing Pool, a name he had given himself, was located under a waterfall of spiritual springs, very suitable for his survival.

Yan Jinhua said to the little shark that was hiding under the reef at the bottom of the pool and refusing to come out, "Hey, let me give you a name."

...... A small shark does not speak.

"Or do you already have a name?"

The little shark poked his head out, two small, gauze-wrapped hands holding onto the edge of the rock, silently wagging his tail.

Yan Jinhua raised his eyebrows, removed his clothes and jumped into the water.

The little shark was so frightened that he fell headlong back into the spring and burrowed under the waterfall with a stinging thud.

Yan Jinhua wiped the water droplets on his face and laughed.

When Yan Jinhua first brought him back, he often hid at the bottom of the pool and refused to see anyone.

Yan Jinhua initially came every day, the little shark every time to avoid him, but also refused to let him get too close to him, as long as he slightly close to the intention, the little shark will shoo a little slipped out of sight.

He hurt his tail pretty bad.

The fishing net is set up dangerously abnormal, hidden thorns are quite a lot, almost hooked through half of his tail, every time Yan Jinhua have to Yan Jinhua to catch him mandatory to the shore, lifted off the scales were lifted in a mess, to give him a powdered medicine.

After about a month or so, the wound almost healed small sharks suddenly realized that the frequency of that person to come less, sometimes every other day, sometimes every four or five days to come once.

He began to lie long on the bank, craning his neck to wait for the man to come.

Because he has no one else to talk to.

It was only when Yan Jinhua ignored him that the young shark slowly realized that he had no friends or family left.

Luckily, Yan Jinhua did not completely abandon him, and would always bring him some delicious fruits to eat.

But he also doesn't love teasing the little shark as much as he used to, as if he has lost interest in him.

The little shark lay down on the reef and thought bitterly, "Why don't you come and catch me.

A few days later, Yan Jinhua came again, holding a small black cat in his arms, looking very fond of it.

The little mackerel swam slowly in the water and realized that Yan Jinhua did not even look at him, but only hugged the black cat to comb its fur and tease it.

He swam in another big circle, purposely slapping the water with his tail and splashing it.

Yan Jinhua hugged and kissed the little black cat, who gave a sharp meow of reluctance and swiped her paw.

Yan Jinhua easily dodged it, not minding half a bit, and lifted the little black cat high in the air, calling its name with a smile, "Silly cat, bite me, come and bite me."

The little black cat meowed a few times in anger, and then refused to pay attention to Yan Jinhua no matter how much he teased him.

Yan Jinhua had overplayed his hand again, and was painstakingly teasing the little black cat to speak again, when the little sherpa mustered up enough courage to swim over to the Spirit Spring, open his mouth, and whisper, "...... Meow."

Yan Jinhua was stunned when he realized the source of the voice.

He asked, "You're screaming?"

The little shark wanted to find a home for himself and to please Yan Jinhua, so he looked up at Yan Jinhua: "Meow meow meow."

Yan Jinhua put the little black cat aside and came to the spring, cupping his face with his hands, his eyes curving into a crescent moon shape, "You can talk. I thought you were mute."

Yan Jinhua's hand was not small, the little shark was pinched and blushed, but still obediently did not move, only the slightly pointed ears gently twitching like a small animal.

The little shark, who was not mute, has been calling Yan Jinhua "Brother Feast" ever since.

His nature is detached, seldom speak, but the shark blood makes him speak in a very pleasant voice, every "big brother" is clear and bright, can be called to the heart of the people.

He knew that Yan Jinhua had his own things to do, and knew that he liked to travel around and play around, so he waited obediently in the Fisherman's Light Pool, practiced according to the secret book that Yan Jinhua gave him, and waited for him to return.

He is not much of a demon, his qi root is pure and gifted, plus he is nourished by the aura of the fishing pool day by day, he grows up day by day and tries hard to differentiate his legs.

He didn't want to be just a little pet, he wanted to grow up quickly himself, to grow up to be able to protect his big brother Feast.

It is the ancestral motto of the shark tribe that favors must be repaid and revenge must be avenged.

But while he was trying to cultivate, an uninvited guest appeared near the Fishing Light Pool.

A small black snake about the same age as him.

Like the little shark, it was also picked up by his big brother Feast when he was seriously injured.

When she first saw it, the young shark was awed by its beauty.

It was about half a foot long, with a slender body, bearing dense, black scales that scattered colorful shimmering light in the daylight.

The little shark had seen sea serpents that were also born quite colorful and beautiful, but there was none as beautiful as this one.

...... It's just that it's just a bit of an abomination.

Ever since the discovery of the little shark, the little black snake has been coming here day after day to play with him.

The little black snake crawled to the shore, "Hey, little fish."

The little shark opened his eyes, "What is it?"

Yan Jinhua was afraid that the little shark was bored, so he brought a lot of books to read to him, thus raising the little shark a clear and cold tone of the scribes.

All in all, a courteous fish.

The little black snake said, "Come out and play with me."

The little shark said, "Sorry, I have to practice."

Little Black Snake: "How meaningless it is to cultivate. Come out and keep me company, I'm going to steal that mountain master's old man's wine. That's a fine wine, known as the Thousand Gold Drunk. I'm still thinking of you, generous enough."

The little shark ignored him and closed her eyes, diving into the chanting.

The little black snake gave a heave and swam along the water, softly wrapping itself around the little shark's arm and holding its forehead gently against the little shark's chin, forcing him to raise his chin slightly.

This was the charm technique it had learned from its predecessor, and with nothing to do around him, he used it on the little shark, "Stay with me."

The little shark closed her eyes, knotted a sword trick with one hand, and her complexion was clear and cold: "Nonsense."

Little Black Snake: "......"

The little black snake is a sturdy skin, the first time in his life to use the charm technique was defeated, but more love to run to the little sharks here.

Once the young sharks had adapted to their environment, they were less likely to be as pampered as they used to be, and demanded themselves as adults at times.

By the time he was seventeen, he had learned to suppress his shark breath and was able to manifest legs and walk on shore.

The little black snake relied on its talent, and even though it wasn't very diligent and hardworking, it managed to take form early on.

The 17 year old teenage boy looking like a small black snake holding a pipe stolen from somewhere, stuffed the neon grass that could be found anywhere in the valley into the pipe, lit it with the yin fire, took a deep breath, and leaned on the edge of the newly budding willow tree as if he had no bones: "Little fish, you can go ashore. Come with me."

Little Shark: "Where to?"

Little Black Snake: "Don't you think it's boring to stay here?"

The little shark frowned, "It was big brother Banquet who saved us back, we should know how to return the favor."

The little black snake let out a laugh, "What? Being saved by him once is considered selling out to him?"

The little shark knew that he and the little black snake were not on the same path, so he said gently, "This is a favor that deserves to be repaid, so what's the point of talking about buying and selling."

The little black snake grunted, "Pedantic."

He pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it into the little shark's arms.

The black rope was adorned with a small, snow-white, snow-white serpent's tooth that looked exquisitely made.

"To celebrate you finally learning to walk after being out of your mother's womb for so long, I have prepared a gift." The little black snake clasped his arms and said, "It hurts to pull it off, so give me something to cherish."

With a smile, the little shark handed him the string made from her tail scales and said, "Many thanks."

He had known that the little black snake was wild and untameable, and sooner or later this day would come.

Sure enough, not long afterward, the little black snake disappeared in the mountains.

Yan Jinhua came back, searching all over the fishing pool did not see the small black snake, asked the small sharks black snake to go, the small sharks also answered truthfully do not know.

Yan Jinhua strangled his wrists and muttered, "Gee, it's a pity, it's a pity that there's one less little brother."

The loss of the little black snake really made him hang his head for a while, but not long after that he perked up and turned to ask the little shark, "Hey, want to be my little apprentice."

The once-in-thirty-years Jingxu Sword Meeting was about to be held in March.

The Jingxu Sword Meeting, a ceremony to recruit and select new disciples for Jingxu Mountain, was also a trial for all disciples on the mountain.

Jingxu Peak is more than a mountain, belonging to the mountains and rivers are endless, buried in the middle of an ancient sword, no name, called the sword in the stone, and a thousand years of stone symbiosis, leaving only a section of the hilt within, it is rumored to be the Jingxu Peak first generation of the master of the mountain couples accompanying the sword, which has the spirit of the first generation of the master of the mountain, and the first generation of the master of the set up a large array of wings to protect.

The seven layers of the formation guarding the mountain are full of mysteries and each layer is full of crises, and the deeper one goes, the higher one's performance will be rated; if one can reach the Sword in the Stone, one will be the winner; if one is favored by chance and can pull out the Sword in the Stone and ask the Sword in the Stone to recognize its owner, one will be the appointed next master of the mountain.

But that's nothing more than a convention.

After all, for thousands of years, no one had been able to truly pull out the sword in the stone, not even the contemporary mountain lord, Chiyunzi.

Yan Jinhua had the intention of letting the young shark cross the clear path and officially become his young apprentice through the Jingxu Sword Meeting.

It was just what the little shark had been begging for.

He is eager to help Yan Jinhua and this is an extremely important opportunity for him.

On the day of the sword meeting, the little shark was dressed up by Yan Jinhua in a plain and ordinary manner, trying not to attract the attention of bystanders, but he was still nervous and raised his hand to grab the sleeve of his big brother of the Family Feast, trembling imperceptibly.

Yan Jinhua joked with him, "You're so scared. Then stay close to me, don't get kidnapped by any cats or dogs."

The little shark: "...... won't." The leg shook again as he spoke.

Unconsciously, he looked up at Yan Jinhua again, trying to draw inspiration and strength from his elder Feast brother.

A senior brother noticed the small shark beside Yan Jinhua and teased, "Senior Feast Brother, the sword meeting hasn't even begun yet, and you've already chosen your disciple?"

Yan Jinhua laughed, "What, no?"

The senior brother raised the corner of his lips, words with a thorn in the side: "Just don't pick a wounded Zhongyong is."

At those words, the little shark's fingers holding Yan Jinhua's sleeve tightened slightly.

After the start of the sword meeting, the little shark, who had been quietly practicing swordplay for a long time, struck down two sons sent by the Immortal Cultivation Family, momentarily attracting the crowd's astonishment and admiration.

But after all, he only practiced alone in the back of the mountain, and his only long-term playmate, Little Black Snake, was too lazy, causing him to have more than enough offense, but not enough defense, and in a moment of inattention, he was struck in the back with a large acupoint and fainted to death.

When the little shark woke up, he was lying on Yan Jinhua's back, walking with him through the mist, step by step forward.

As soon as the little shark woke up, he thought about the battle, "Brother Feast, how is it?" Did you get the sword?

Yan Jinhua turned back to half of his face, his face was scratched with a bloody scar from the sword's energy, which looked slightly grim on his white and clean face.

But he was smiling, and raised his right hand.

The little shark fixed her eyes on him, only to see that he was holding a sword in his palm that could be called a divine weapon at a glance.

That sword hilt is ancient jade quality, the sword body is like a new casting, the whole body flow light, like water lighting ripples, is not the legendary stone in the sword and what is it?

The little shark was ecstatic, a million times more delighted than if he had gotten the sword himself.

He somewhat indulgently pressed his ear to Yan Jinhua's back and thought, If only I were stronger and could help Big Brother Feast some more, that would be good.

Suddenly, he seemed to catch a hint, if any, of a third person's voice.

Shark's ears have always been sharp, he felt that the voice was a little strange, the accent was a board, but he raised his eyes and looked around, but he did not know who was talking, so he worried all the way for his big brother Fei Yan, fearing that someone jumped out of the air to seize Yan Jinhua's precious sword.

Yan Jinhua's success in obtaining the Sword in the Stone was a shock to the world.

His spiritual root is not outstanding among his peers, and he has been indulging in laziness for so many years, so why would the Sword in the Stone recognize him as its master?

But the specific reason how is no longer can not be examined. Hidden in the stone in the sword of a thousand years of sword intent has long been integrated into his body, so that his spiritual roots as the spring of the withered wood, one after another to break the shackles of cultivation, and even rushed all the way to the sixth stage of the first baby, and even has surpassed the red cloud son, became the young generation of the Immortal Dao today the most hopeful to cultivate the way, ascension to the immortal the first person.

All the people could say was that there was no need for the onlookers to covet it, and that the chance was such that not everyone could seek it.

As for the reason for his victory, Yan Jinhua kept mum about it, but he didn't shy away from the little shark, taking a precious pearl to show it to the little shark.

It was an extremely beautiful pearl of the fixed sea, containing the spirit of heaven, earth and sea, just holding it in his palm, he felt that the pure spiritual power diffused into his body like water mist.

Yan Jinhua said, this is he picked up when he was playing outside, can be changed at will to shift shape, he is relying on this pearl, directly break the seven layers of the big formation, to the stone in the sword near.

The little shark's first thought was, wouldn't that be faking it.

But soon, he was much relieved.

Brother Banquet loves to play around, but he got this precious pearl. It seems that Yan Jinhua deserves this sword in his destiny, and there is no need for others to comment on it.

Since the Jingxu Sword Meeting, Yan Jinhua has taken the little shark as his disciple.

Since they had to cross the bright road, the young sharks could no longer use their old names. The sharks in their family had Duan as their family name, but their parents died before they could name the little shark.

On the day of his acceptance, Yan Jinhua stroked the young shark's dark hair, which was tied up with a long hair band, and said, "You have no father and no mother, so as your master, I have the responsibility to give you a name. From today onwards, you will be called Duan Shujue, okay?"

...... Duan Shujue.

Yan Jinhua pronounced the name so smoothly, as if it had been in his mind a hundred times, and belonged to the little shark.

The young shark tilted his head, eyeing his big brother Feast.

Yan Jinhua lowered his voice to ask his opinion, "I've been thinking about this name for a long time. Do you like it?"

The ever-cool Duan Shujue's brows gently curved as he folded his hands and bowed deeply, "Duan Shujue, thank you Master."

Since becoming Yan Jinhua's disciple, Duan Shujue has become more and more diligent.

However, I don't know whether it is the physical limitations of the sharks, his cultivation has become more and more difficult with the passage of time, even if Yan Jinhua has taken the heavenly materials and treasures to feed him all day long, it is still difficult to make an inch of progress, and the momentum of its development is even far worse than that of Yan Jinhua who was playing around all day long.

There were already rumors outside that the disciple of the future Mountain Master of Jingxu Peak was feared to be an unuseful wastrel.

Some people argue that Yan Jinhua was also the only person in the eyes of the public, so what if he's a loser? However, when he was favored by chance, he was able to rise to the top of the world in a single step.

This kind of speech since also some people scoffed: chance is not cabbage, if everyone is easy to get, and what is called chance?

Duan Shujue has listened to the diverse opinions in his ears and heart.

He only thought of doing good for his master and for his elder brother Yan. If others scolded him, he might not mind, but when it came to Yan Jinhua, he could not bear it.

Just like seeing the Master waving his feather fan and gossiping with those female disciples every time, Duan Shujue's heart would zap as if it were hard to bear.

He has always been good at enduring, even if it is difficult, but will not easily talk to the master, only to secretly extend the time and intensity of training, and even several times practiced to the point of fainting, was Yan Jinhua found out, he carried him to the spiritual pool to recuperate, to help him to balance the chaotic aura in the body.

When Duan Shujue wakes up from exhaustion, he always sees Yan Jinhua sitting beside him, his feet dipped in the pool, his hands turning the pages of an unorthodox talk book.

Seeing that Duan Shujue had woken up, Yan Jinhua grumpily waved his hand and said, "I'll soak my feet, make yourself at home."

Duan Shujue crouched down on the bank and carefully reached Yan Jinhua's ankle with his tail, quietly wrapping it around once before asking, "What is Master looking at?"

Yan Jinhua turned over a page of the book with small figures of various colors without changing his expression, and casually lied, "Highly advanced swordsmanship. You can't understand it at your current level, but I will teach it to you one day when you have improved."

Duan Shujue believed it.

Four years of time has passed, Duan Shujue has become a young man in blue and white, with a sword on his back, and is already a gentleman in the style of a dignified gentleman.

His swordsmanship had already reached the realm of pure perfection, but it was a pity that his spiritual power was insufficient and he was slow to maximize the power of his swordsmanship, and he was not even able to form a Jindan.

Now that he felt he was a full-fledged shark, he could go and see those "profound sword techniques".

So when Yan Jinhua came to the Fishing Pond again, he saw Duan Shujue, who had not even had time to take off his coat, and was trembling in the water, reciting the Meditation Sutra.

Duan Shujue cheeks red, eyes glistening, read a paragraph will have to grit their teeth and hold back a paragraph, the two stocks trembling, a moment into a fishtail, can not stop moving, a moment into a tight legs, hard to patiently grinding.

When ...... the sharks have not been able to understand the personnel, they are cold hearted and cold, and they have absolutely no distractions.

However, once induced by love, it is a heavenly thunderstorm that stirs up the fire on the ground, and every once in a while, it will be hard to have an attack, and it must be greatly relieved.

Seeing this, Yan Jinhua was slightly surprised, and only when he got closer did he realize what was going on. His expression changed several times, and he looked as if he wanted to turn around and leave, but after a moment's hesitation, he not only turned back, but also approached Duan Shujue step by step.

Duan Shujue clenched his teeth and drew cold air in one mouthful, "Master, you must go, my ...... disciple ......"

Yan Jinhua instead unclothes himself and lets go down the water, "What are you going to do when I'm gone?"

Yan Jinhua embraced Duan Shujue from the front, his fingers sliding down his spine, tracing a series of electric sparks that made one's scalp go numb on Duan Shujue's back as he said with a smile, "Listen to Master. ...... open the scales there."

It was Yan Jinhua's first time to do this kind of thing, so Duan Shujue couldn't stop whimpering in pain with his breath, but he always held back and didn't utter a single sound of pain.

His benefactor, his master, his ......

The shame and pleasure of this apostasy was about to drive him mad.

Deeply moved, a tear slipped from the corner of Duan Shujue's eye, he grabbed Yan Jinhua's sleeve and called out in a low voice, "Brother Yan--"

Tears fall into the water, that is, transformed into white warm shark beads, sinking to the bottom of the spring.

Duan Shujue's face was still streaked with tears, ashamed that he had read the "sword manual" and thought of his master, and even more so because it was unbelievable that this dream had come true.

He said dumbly, "Master, I have you in my heart."

Yan Jinhua hugged his hair, which was soaked with ice water, and tousled it carefully, "Master likes you too."

He never dared to ask for Yan Jinhua's favor.

But once he got it, Duan Shujue wanted more.

Can a shark be this insatiable?

Duan Shujue, who has always been self-disciplined, gives up on himself, but at the same time, he is secretly sweet and warm.

He realized that Yan Jinhua had been coming to the Fishing Light Pool more often since they had their fish and water relationship, and while most of the time she was cuddling and making merry with him, she would also sit down and watch him practice with her sword.

For Yan Jinhua, who is not a professional, this is a rare gift.

Duan Shujue is a man of fairness and courtesy, Yan Jinhua doesn't like the boring sword practice, he can concentrate on accompanying him, he can't stay here, he should accompany him to go out and travel.

So, the two of them went out in company and went to visit the area of Ba Shu.

Who would have thought that when he arrived in Ba Shu, Duan Shujue unexpectedly met an acquaintance.

Some people say, a black snake demon in the Ba Shu area rampage, for wrongdoing, called Ye Jiming. nearby immortal sects can not take him, he dominated a most scenic mountain, often down the mountain to catch people, but not to bring to the stomach, often tease a while, and will be horrified by the face of the earth, the liver and gall blown away by the people well sent down the mountain, is really abominable.

Hearing this description, Duan Shujue vaguely felt that he might recognize this demon.

He went up the mountain with Yan Jinhua and knocked on the door.

The one leaning on the throne is not the little black snake that sits without looking like he's sitting and stands without looking like he's standing?

He had long since grown into a handsome and evil youth, a gorgeous black robe buried with dark gold snake prints lined his slender figure, still holding a pipe in his hand, there was a black swastika snake scale pattern below his left eye, which was very beautiful against his light gold pupil.

Both of them recognized each other at once.

Little Black Snake did not even look at Yan Jinhua, and with one hand on his chin, he looked at Duan Shujue: "Little Fish, your power has regressed."

"...... Duan Shujue." Duan Shujue mildly and courteously reported his current name, and pointed to his left eye, "No scaling back?"

"You're the one who hasn't lost his scales!" Ye Jiming, the little black snake, spat at him and nodded twice at the scales, "It's nice! Do you know how to appreciate it?"

Duan Shujue smiled and said, "Yes, it is quite pleasing to the eye."

Ye Jiming stared at the tips of his ears, which moved slightly as he spoke, and the corners of his lips, which curved up a little bit, and looked a little bit mesmerized.

Yan Jinhua saw the two of them chatting back and forth, so he took the initiative to interject, "Little Black Snake, do you still remember me?"

Ye Jiming was chatting happily with Little Fish, but he was interrupted, so he swept the corner of his eye coldly at the visitor: "Who are you?"

Yan Jinhua: "......"

Yan Jinhua didn't look too good when he came down the mountain.

Duan Shujue spoke for Ye Jiming for a while, Yan Jinhua Fang Cai huffed and puffed: "Snakes like this really can't be raised well!"

Duan Shujue, crying and laughing.

Yan Jinhua is just like this, with a changeable temperament, occasionally treating people gently and considerately, and sometimes being childish and tight, often playing pranks on him when having fun with him, pulling him by the hair, making him repeat his name over and over again, and saying in full, "I'm Duan Shujue, and I'm □□□JINHUA".

Duan Shujue was conservative and could not say the word "love", but since his body and heart were held in Yan Jinhua's hands, he could only admit it and blushingly learned to talk to him, saying love and fondness.

Although Yan Jinhua is his elder brother and master, it is Duan Shujue who takes better care of Yan Jinhua as an adult and fulfills some of his strange and bizarre whims.

Duan Shujue doesn't want much more, he just wants things to be as they are.

However, things are not always as they should be.

Yan Jinhua's body aura far exceeds that of Duan Shujue, and under the effect of dual cultivation, Duan Shujue's aura also rises, and in less than two years, he has already broken through the Jindan realm.

But I don't know who is to the red cloud son, said Duan Shujue jindan great completion, the sky did not have tongyun gathered, on the contrary, dark clouds, suspected that Duan Shujue is not the right way of people.

Thus, Duan Shujue as a "demon" more and more vicious rumors, gradually, everyone in the mountain, gossip eventually reached the current mountain master Chiyunzi ears.

You know, Yan Jinhua will be the one to inherit the Jingxu Peak, how can his first disciple be a demon?

The disciples, who did not know that Duan Shujue had lived in the Immortal Mountain Spirit Springs since childhood and did not have a trace of evil in his body, surrounded and blocked the Fishing Light Pool, demanding that Yan Jinhua hand over the demonic creature and give everyone an explanation.

Yan Jinhua protected Duan Shujue in the Alchemy Pavilion and told him not to go out easily.

Duan Shujue was still calm: "Master, it's alright, I have a clear conscience, I'm willing to be questioned by the Elder Master."

Yan Jinhua said, "They are angry, how can they allow you to defend yourself? Don't be trespassing, sit down obediently and burn this furnace of dan, don't worry, I will give you an explanation."

After that, Yan Jinhua stepped out of the Alchemy Pavilion and added a layer of seal on the outside of the Alchemy Pavilion with his own hands.

Duan Shujue faced towards the furnace and stoked the fire, but his ears listened carefully to the movements outside.

Unfortunately, there is a seal, the house is not very able to hear what happened outside the pavilion, only the red cloud son's angry voice accusation is vaguely discernible: "He hides his identity, do you know?"

I don't know what Yan Jinhua said, but Red Cloud Zi said angrily, "After years of concealment, what should happen if a demonic path deliberately mixes in? How did you become a master?"

Yan Jinhua said something more nebulously, and Red Cloud Zi's anger subsided, "If you say so, I'll wait for an explanation of what you said!"

A few moments later, the door opened again and Yan Jinhua strided in, the door closing behind him with a loud bang.

Duan Shujue got up and inquired, "How is it, Master?"

He was really afraid that he was dragging Yan Jinhua down, he obviously has an unlimited bright future, is the future Lord of Jingxu Peak, is the ......

Not waiting for him to finish his thought, Yan Jinhua quickly walked up, hugged Duan Shujue and kissed the tip of his ear.

Duan Shujue's cheeks flushed.

It was because of this slapdash kiss that he failed to notice a strange wave of heat pounding behind him in the first place.

--Burning Eight Trigrams Dan Furnace, opened the door silently.

One side of the deadbolt.

The moment Duan Shujue was pushed into the dan furnace, the death door closed and he was completely sealed between the tongues of fire that surrounded him.

...... He just now, also added a few handfuls of spirit wood to the Dan furnace.

All of this happened too suddenly, Duan Shujue jaws staring for a long time, only to feel the fire burning body, severe pain unbearable, but he is not a sound can not be screamed out.

Because he heard Yan Jinhua's voice as he raised his arms in the air, "Fellow disciples, I did not know that the evil disciple Duan Shujue was a wolf demon! This creature intentionally deceived me and sneaked into the mountain! I am guilty of negligence and have already killed the evil disciple with my own hands, I hope to ask the Master to punish me as a warning to others, and also to let all disciples learn from my example and never trust others again!"

Wolf demon? What wolf demon?

...... Why?

Why?

Brother Banquet, Master, it was you who brought me to the mountain, it was you who raised me in the Fishing Light Pool, and you knew full well that I was ......

A myriad of questions flooded Duan Shujue's mind at first.

In just that moment, he realized many dubious points that he had never noticed before.

The place where he lived with his parents had always been secretive, so why had it been discovered?

Why did he break into a fishing net full of barbs? He was panicked, but he still had a minimum of caution, and at the time, he had clearly looked around very carefully ......

Why did Yan Jinhua happen to be there?

Why did Yan Jinhua scoop up the severely injured man and bring him back to the mountain without a care in the world, keeping him for years without letting him be known?

Is he afraid that his identity will be exposed and cause offense?

Then why did he offer to involve himself in the Jingxu Sword Club again after he had come of age?

Why did Yan Jinhua, who has never been a professional, come out on top in the Sword Festival?

Why had his cultivation progress slowed down drastically after he became an adult, almost becoming half a waste?

How is it that he can sleep himself to sleep and kill without guilt?

These questions were interrupted by a sudden strange sound.

The ears of a maturely developed shark are already unusually sharp, especially on the eve of death.

He heard a single board voice.

...... It was a voice he had heard before.

Just after Yan Jinhua had drawn the Sword in the Stone, he had heard it in the mist.

Just not as clear as this one.

"Drop, congratulations to host Yan Jinhua! Mainline progress is 100% complete, reaching the achievements 'Qi Luck Predator' and 'Crazy Collector'. Item Inventory: Obtained the 'Son of Qi Luck' Duan Shujue from the original novel 'Shark Immortal Monarch' belonging to the Sword in Stone x1, the Treasure Pearl of the Fixed Sea x1, Shark's Tears x10, Junshan Sword Score x1, Xiangshui Divine Wood x1, and Zhangsheng Shark's Dane refined by Duan Shujue's body x1. ...... Please, do you accept the transmission?"

That was the last sound Duan Shujue heard.

His figure swayed and disappeared into the blazing fire, never to be seen again.

White clothes burned out and hearts destroyed.

A tear slid down from the corner of his eye and disappeared into his ebony hair, rolling down a half-burnt shark's tear between the roaring flames.