"My master?"
The scolding of Ling Qingya, the beauty in red, actually caused Shen Wei to fall into a brief daze.
The image of an unshaven middle-aged man suddenly appeared in his mind.
Shen Wei studied under a master at the age of twelve. Both his master and his wife were members of the "Dark Temple", so he can be said to be a descendant of the Holy Land with upright roots.
This also laid a good foundation for him to hold a high position in the future.
However, for the young Shen Wei, this academic experience was definitely not a good one.
Just because his master Zou Zuoren is an out-and-out scumbag.
This person is cruel by nature, drunk and lustful. Once drunk, he can't help but be violent to the people around him.
As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. However, Zou Zuoren was so strict with his disciples that he was almost harsh. He would fight with fists and kicks at every turn. When he was beating and scolding, he did not restrain his spiritual power at all. There was no trace of licking the calf. Affection?
Shen Wei's two senior brothers were both killed by their master's "accidental injuries" before they left the army. Even he, the youngest apprentice, had his bones broken several times, was seriously injured and was bedridden, and almost lost his life.
The only thing that made Shen Wei persist was his wife.
A gentle, kind and charming mistress.
Whenever Zou Zuoren finished beating his apprentice and ran out to drink wine and have fun with women, the master's wife would always stay by Shen Wei's side, taking good care of him and caring for him.
She is like a glimmer of light in the darkness, a torch in the cold winter, bringing warmth and hope to Shen Wei, making him feel that as long as he works hard enough and is perseverant enough, he will one day be able to escape from the darkness and pain and take control. own destiny.
How could such a perfect woman marry a scumbag?
If I were that old ghost, I would definitely hold the master's wife in the palm of my hand and not let her suffer any injustice.
In those days, this thought was always lingering in his mind.
Zou Zuoren obviously didn't think like him. He also used harsh words and punches towards that gentle and beautiful woman, without even the slightest thought of pity.
The only difference is that he doesn't hit her in the face.
According to the scum, if you get beaten up, you will be afraid of having your diaphragm hit you in bed at night.
Countless times, Shen Wei saw his mistress hiding alone in the kitchen and crying secretly.
But once she comes out, this woman will immediately return to her gentle, virtuous and beautiful appearance. She will still care about her and be very caring, with no trace of aggrieved expression on her face.
Seeing his mistress like this, Shen Wei felt extremely worried, but he didn't know how to comfort her.
One day, Zou Zuoren was in an extremely bad mood after being angrily criticized by the palace master Mo Disheng because of his drunkenness. He went home and beat his wife and apprentice until the woman and the boy were covered in bruises and wailed.
After venting his anger, the scumbag went out to find women and drink wine as usual.
That year, Shen Wei was eighteen years old and full of energy.
After the mistress cried, she ran to give him medicine as usual, but he hugged her delicate body and kissed her lips fiercely.
Her cultivation had reached the peak of Tianlun, which was still higher than that of Shen Wei at that time. When she was suddenly attacked by this young man, she was naturally shocked and instinctively wanted to struggle and resist.
"Do you just want to live like this forever?"
"That scumbag doesn't deserve you at all!"
"I will make you happy."
Shen Wei whispered in her ear.
At that moment, the master's wife felt as if she had been hit hard, and her whole body fell into a sluggish state.
Immediately afterwards, this usually gentle and quiet woman suddenly broke down and burst into tears.
She cried for half an hour, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances and resentments accumulated in her heart, and she couldn't stop at all.
That night, Shen Wei finally got what he wanted and had an affair with his mistress.
That night, the two painful souls were tightly bound together, hungry for warmth and comfort from each other.
The following two years can be said to be the highlight moments in Shen Wei's life.
In order to master the power, break away from Zou Zuoren's control as soon as possible, and marry his beautiful wife home, he practiced ten times or a hundred times harder than before. His strength improved by leaps and bounds, and he soon became famous among the younger generation of the "Dark Temple" and was called He is regarded as a genius disciple who is rare in a century.
If the apprentice is successful, the master will also be honored and show his face in the temple.
Zou Zuoren's attitude towards him was also much kinder than before, and he almost no longer beat and scolded him casually.
The beauty and gentleness of his wife made him intoxicated and happy.
Shen Wei, who has achieved both career and love success, is elated and feels that his life has reached its peak.
However, flowers don’t bloom for a hundred days, and people don’t stay good for a thousand days.
The two of them gradually relaxed their vigilance. After all, they underestimated the perception of the spiritual leader. One day when they were having a romantic relationship, they were caught by Zou Zuoren.
That day, Shen Wei witnessed the outbreak of scum for the first time in a long time.
Shen Wei, whose legs were broken and lying dying in the yard, heard the cries and screams of his mistress from time to time in the house, and felt that his heart was cut like a knife and his liver and intestines were torn apart.
Three hours later, the door opened again, and a cold corpse was thrown out.
Looking at the mistress, whose limbs were twisted, her face was bloated, and she was almost no longer human, Shen Wei could hardly believe his eyes.
"ah!"
Panic, pain, sadness, regret... Countless negative emotions surged in, and the shrill roars ripped through rocks and penetrated the clouds, reaching the sky.
Young Shen Wei felt that the road ahead was bleak and hope no longer existed.
He was finally overwhelmed and collapsed completely.
Finally, he had gained some fame in the temple and had attracted the attention of Mo Disheng and Emperor Li. Zou Zuoren was not willing to kill him. After he hugged his master's thigh and begged and swore to repent, the master The superficial harmony among the disciples was quickly restored.
After that, Shen Wei seemed to be a different person. He flattered Zou Zuoren and obeyed his advice. Knowing that his master liked to drink, he went around looking for fine wines. Knowing that his master was a womanizer, he used all means to collect beauties, becoming a What a bastard.
Zou Zuoren was smart, talented, and good at getting things done. Naturally, the more he looked at Zou Zuoren, the more he liked him. He gave him all his advice. The original barrier in his heart had long since disappeared.
In the eyes of outsiders, the two have loving masters and filial disciples. They are simply enviable model masters and disciples.
This harmony lasted for thirty-one years.
At the age of fifty-one, a head-on conflict occurred between the "Dark Temple" and the "Lingxiao Holy Land", and even many top masters at the Taoist Spirit Master level participated, including Zou Zuoren.
He lost a fight with Elder Ye Xingchen of the "Lingxiao Holy Land" and suffered severe injuries. When he was rescued back to the temple, his bones were all broken and he was unable to move.
Disciple Shen Wei stayed by the bed, feeding him food and medicine, taking good care of him, and his filial piety was touching.
However, when the other people in the temple left, his hands turned into iron pliers, pinched Zou Zuoren's neck, and ended the master's breathing with extremely cruel means.
In order to avenge his wife, he had waited for this day for thirty-one years.
That year, he was fifty-one years old.
The second year after the death of his master, the fifty-two-year-old Shen Wei finally broke through the shackles and was successfully promoted to the rank of Spirit Master and became the elder of the "Dark Temple". After that, he rose steadily and was promoted to the Third Temple at the age of ninety-nine. Lord, become the noble being beneath two people and above ten thousand people.
In order to kill the scum, he endured, endured and endured again, worked hard, worked hard and worked hard again.
However, these thirty-one years of pretending to be a scumbag and doing many evil things have completely developed his evil character of killing cruelly and lustfully.
The boy who slayed the dragon finally became a dragon!
"My master?" Scenes from the past flashed through his mind quickly. Shen Wei quickly woke up and a strange smile appeared on his face. "The old guy died a long time ago. He died in my hands."
"It turns out he is a traitor who killed his master!" Ling Qingya's eyes widened and she shouted sweetly, "It is simply wishful thinking to try to inherit such a character!"
"A traitor? Maybe." Shen Wei's eyes revealed a fierce look, with a lewd smile on his lips, "I don't know what inheritance is not passed down. My beauty, if you want to discipline me for him, we might as well go to bed. How about a good fight?"
"Thieves, suffer death!"
Ling Qingya obviously no longer wanted to continue communicating. Her graceful figure rose up from the ground and hung in the air. With a wave of her jade hand, a fiery red divine dragon condensed in front of her. Her whole body was shrouded in gorgeous firelight, and in her mouth Breathing hot breath, baring his teeth and claws, he pounced hard on Shen Wei.
saint!
Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from the dragon, Shen Wei's expression suddenly changed.
