Silent night, the moon in the clouds, the cool wind, the person drinking alone, one cup after another, but he can't get drunk.
Yan Wugui was wearing a black robe with silver crescent moon and dark patterns. He was half lying on the bamboo raft in the courtyard. He raised his head and drank another glass of strong wine. His eagle-like eyes finally flashed with confusion.
But just a short period of confusion is not enough. He wants to taste the feeling of being drunk, so that he can temporarily forget those dusty old things...
Forty-five years ago, Yan Wugui was just a ten-year-old boy. A famine that year left him without his parents. He was tricked by his uncle into joining the Demon Sect in exchange for a bag of rice. From then on, he changed his name to " Wugui" means homeless.
After that, Yan Wugui and more than a hundred children who were captured and sold were imprisoned in a dark and damp cave. For six full years, he experienced inhuman treatment, and it was like living in purgatory every moment.
The cave is dark, day and night, winter and summer are unknown. Every day, Demon Sect disciples come to teach them the most basic Demon Sect skills. They are only children of about ten years old, their qualifications are uneven, and their cultivation skills are unheard of. They will inevitably suffer some hardships at the beginning.
Yan Wugui's qualifications are considered to be above average, but he cannot avoid being punished. Being beaten and scolded is common, and starvation and cold are commonplace. However, they are all children from poor families, and most children survive.
They thought they would become official disciples of the Demon Sect one day, but they never expected that five years later, on a crescent moon night in the cold winter, they were all driven out of the cave, saying that the master of the Demon Sect personally taught them their skills.
They were all very happy at that time, thinking that after meeting the sect master, they would be reused and become the official disciples of the Demon Sect, and would never have to return to that dark, damp, dark cave.
Unfortunately, they were young and did not understand the cruelty and ruthlessness of the bloodthirsty demon. They fancifully thought that as long as they worked hard, they would have a chance to escape the sea of fire.
Just when they were immersed in the joy of escaping, what they were looking forward to was not the Demon Sect master who could rescue them, but the deacon disciples who usually controlled them.
The deacon disciple still looked arrogant and arrogant. He raised his foot and kicked the skinny young man walking at the back out.
"You idiot!" This kick used 50% of the deacon's disciple's skill, and directly kicked the young man's internal organs to pieces, leaving him lying on the ground with only one breath left.
Everyone was frightened by the deacon disciples, and no one dared to step forward to help the young man up. Yan Wugui hid in the crowd, secretly picked up the stones on the ground, and accurately hit the thin young man between the eyebrows with two fingers. The young man died on the spot. .
"Who is it?" The deacon's disciple was startled by the sudden stone. Judging from the force of the stone flying, this person's cultivation level was already at the foundation stage!
Apart from the disciples of their Demon Sect, how could there be any cultivators in this barren mountain? Could it be said that some of these boys have reached the foundation-building stage within five years? If it was really among them, who could it be?
Just when the deacon disciples were puzzled, the first guardian of the Demon Sect came with the instructions from the sect master.
He waved his hand and ordered his disciples to throw more than a dozen long knives on the ground, and then said coldly to these teenagers: "The sect master has an order. If you kill the people close to you today, you will survive. Otherwise, you will die."
As soon as these words came out, all the young people were stunned. They were only fifteen or sixteen years old. They had never killed anyone, let alone someone they had been with day and night for the past five years.
Just when they were all at a loss, an older and stronger boy picked up the long knife on the ground and slashed at his companions: "It's all for survival, don't blame me!"
"You..." Before the young man who was chopped could finish his words, the strong young man stabbed him again, killing him directly.
"Very good. It seems that you are a good fit for our Demon Sect. What is your name?"
The strong young man lowered his head and did not dare to look directly into the eyes of the deacon disciple, but his tone was neither humble nor arrogant: "Boy, I am Huan Qianqiu."
"Yes, you come with me to see the sect leader." The Demon Sect Protector waved to Huan Qianqiu, his tone was still cold and unchanged.
When Huan Qianqiu heard this, he was overjoyed. He dropped the long knife in his hand, boldly stepped forward, knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowed with gratitude and said: "Thank you for your appreciation, sir!"
Seeing how diligent and flattering he was, the protector of the Demon Sect couldn't help but sneered, impatiently picked up Huan Qianqiu, and drove away with the magic weapon.
"Ah? So good!"
"That's okay!"
The remaining young men repeatedly lamented Huan Qianqiu's good luck, but completely forgot about the young man lying in a pool of blood.
The deacon's disciple looked proud and forgot about the "flying stone" thing just now. He immediately said in a show of force: "This is the order of the sect master. Anyone who disobeys the order will die!"
When the young men heard this, they thought that if they didn't take action, they would die. It was better to fight and still have a chance to live. The scene instantly became chaotic.
People's hearts are unpredictable and fickle, so young people are led by fate to release the demons in their hearts.
They were all frantically grabbing the long knives on the ground. One moment they were saying shameful words, but in the next moment they had swung the long knives fiercely.
The open space at the entrance of the cave was dyed red with blood, attracting all the nearby vicious wolves, hiding in the grass and waiting quietly for the "delicious meal".
While everyone was fighting desperately, there was a young man who seemed out of place. He sat cross-legged in the grass, calm and composed, not even noticing the wolves not far away.
That young man was Yan Wugui who was throwing stones. He didn't want to kill anyone to save his life, nor did he want to be killed, so he had to hide in the grass and wait for the opportunity to escape.
Fifteen-year-old Yan Wugui has obviously entered the foundation-building stage. Except for Huan Qianqiu, who just killed his companion, he is the only one among these teenagers who has entered the foundation-building stage.
Due to the suppression of cultivation, it was difficult for the teenagers to detect Yan Wugui hiding in the dark, but the deacon and protector was at the Golden Core stage, so he immediately used his spiritual sense to sense that there was a foundation-building stage youth hiding in the grass.
The deacon protector used his spiritual consciousness to examine Yan Wugui's possessions and found that his talent was only above average, but his cultivation was particularly outstanding among them, and he was probably the "flying stone" monk!
"It's really interesting!" The deacon's disciple rolled his eyes and immediately took up the idea. He secretly captured the young man with the highest cultivation among the crowd, pointed out the location of Yan Wugui to the young man, and promised that if the young man killed Yan Wugui, he would take him to see the protector of the Demon Sect, fight for him to meet the sect master, and become an internal member. opportunity for disciples.
The young man was flattered when he heard that, and he immediately accepted the order without thinking. He had just ruthlessly killed his fellow villagers, and the demonic energy in his heart was strong. He was worried that he had no chance to vent, so how could he ask who the person he killed was!
I saw him gently moving behind Yan Wugui, circulating his true energy, raising his long knife and slashing at Yan Wugui, shouting loudly: "Yan Wugui, today either you die or I die! Wait for me When I go out, I will add a tomb and build a temple for you, so that your incense will continue."
"It's ridiculous!" Yan Wugui turned around and slapped him hard, with a slight smile on his lips. He thought he had done a perfect job, but in fact, his whereabouts had been exposed long ago. That shout only gave him more confidence.
Yan Wugui used 100% of his power with this palm to knock the young man who was attacking him to the ground. He saw that the young man could not move and seemed to have expired. He hurriedly knelt down to check and made sure that he really had no breath, but there was no feeling in his heart. A touch of joy.
"It's really easy to fight." Yan Wugui muttered, feeling a little regretful that he had struck too hard.
But Yan Wugui then thought about it. His parents always taught him when he was still alive: You should have kind thoughts in your heart, but you can't be bullied by others. If someone hurts you, you must repay him twice as much!
Although his parents are gone now, Yan Wugui always remembers their teachings, so he hates his uncle deeply and vows to walk out of the Demon Sect alive and repay all the pain he has suffered!
When Yan Wugui stood up, the deacon's disciples were already behind him. They were somewhat disappointed to see that there was no trace of anger in his brows.
"You're a good boy, but you still lack the ruthlessness. Were you the one who threw the flying stone?" After the deacon's disciple said that, he spread his palms, and it was the stone that hit the thin young man between his eyebrows.
Yan Wugui didn't dare to do anything, so he admitted directly: "Yes, it was me who did it."
Seeing that he was neither humble nor arrogant, but slightly different from the humble young men, the deacon's disciples instantly became interested and immediately asked: "Why?"
Yan Wugui paused for a moment. He had not thought about this problem. At that time, he just couldn't see the man's painful look, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't see the domineering behavior of the Demon Sect disciples.
"What? Dare you do it, admit it, but dare not say it?" Seeing Yan Wugui not speaking, the deacon's disciples began to feel anxious.
"No reason." Yan Wugui's answer was an understatement, without much expression. It was just a simple answer, but it made people have to accept it.
"You..." The deacon disciple waited for a long time to come back like this. He was very angry, but he couldn't pursue anything.
He kept saying that he could not fight, but he could not fight. The deacon disciple suddenly found that he was completely suppressed by Yan Wugui's aura. He was so angry that he was half dead but could not say anything, which made him very puzzled...
Originally, he was a monk in the Golden Core Stage, and Yan Wugui was only in the Foundation Establishment stage, and his cultivation level was easily crushed. Why would he be led by the young man in front of him? This makes no sense at all?
Yan Wugui stretched out his fingers and made a "two" sign, and then said calmly: "Give me two years, and I will stand in front of the sect master in two years."
The deacon disciple sneered and snorted: "Huh! Anyone can say such nonsense."
Yan Wugui didn't express too much, but still replied calmly: "I, Yan Wugui, will do what I say. I hope that by then, senior brother, you will still be a deacon disciple of the Demon Sect."
The deacon's disciple was so shocked by Yan Wugui's answer that he couldn't speak. Normally, he had no impression of Yan Wugui. He didn't expect that the young man in this cave would have such courage. It was really impressive.
In the next two years, whenever the crescent moon came, it was the day when they would kill each other. The Demon Sect only allowed half of them to survive each time. As the number of their fights increased, the former young men gradually became cold-blooded and ruthless, and almost every time Everyone has fallen into the devil's path, and their inner demons have controlled their nature.
His former companion became the target of massacre. Yan Wugui didn't hesitate at all. He raised the knife and killed him directly. Because there was only hatred in his heart, the hatred for his uncle who betrayed his family, and the disgust for the Demon Sect killing each other, he survived it all...
