In the winter of the Gengzi Year, at the foot of Shaohua Mountain and by the Hongya Lake, a winter snow had just fallen, and the lake was covered with snow, and the lake and the land were connected. There are several thatched houses by the lake, nestled against the mountains and rivers, blending in with the snowy scenery.
Murong Bai rode alone, trusting the horse and leaving a snow-white mark on the mountain path. This trip to Zhongnan Mountain was assigned by the head of the family to discuss important matters with the Linghu family. Calculating the time, he should be able to return to the villa before the new year.
Feeling hungry and thirsty, he reined in his mount and asked for a drink of water in the room. The small courtyard was quiet, the firewood door was ajar, Murong Bai gently knocked on the door, but there was no reply. He pushed open the door and entered. The small courtyard was tidy and tidy, and it didn't look like it was unoccupied.
The bamboo curtains in the main room hang low, maybe the owner is taking a rest.
"I'm a stranger here. I just want to ask for a drink of water!" Murong Bai called several times, but there was no reply. He stepped forward, and as soon as his fingers touched the curtain, the snow on the ground suddenly turned into white vines, binding him tightly.
There was a chuckle from the side, and then a white figure appeared, a middle-aged man with a frosty complexion and a rather cold face.
"It's just that you were unlucky enough to catch me working. You're going to die here today!"
Before Murong Bai arrived, he saw that this technique was Maoshan's "Immortal Binding Rope". He only needed to use the body-protecting true energy supplemented by "Haoran Zhengqi" to easily break free. But he didn't move, still wanting to get a feel for the other party's details.
"I'm just a passerby. I have no enmity or grudge against you. Why do you want me to die?"
The man smiled sinisterly: "I'm sorry, my subordinates never leave anyone alive. Everyone who sees it has a share. The master of this family has taken care of it. It will be your turn soon."
He pulled out a snow-white dagger and approached him step by step. Before Murong Bai could attack, a man suddenly jumped out of the haystack next to him and threw stones at his head and face.
The man flicked away the stones with his body-protecting Qi, and said with a ferocious smile: "So the little guy is hiding here, making it easy for me to find him. Don't worry, I'll send you to meet your parents soon."
The boy was only seven or eight years old. He had no fear, his eyes were wide with anger, and he just wanted to kill this guy with the stone in his hand.
The man smiled and said: "You are so young and so courageous. Do you really think your little stone can kill me? To avenge your parents?"
Murong Bai also secretly admired him. It was really rare for him to have the courage to jump out to save people at such a young age.
He secretly cultivated his power, and his "great righteousness" was flourishing. The man was unprepared and could only easily deflect the stones with a cruel smile on his face.
Murong Bai's "Awesome Righteousness" was suddenly released, and a stone bounced up and turned into a stream of light. The man screamed, his left eye was filled with blood, and he turned around and ran away.
The rope around his body turned into flying snow, and Murong Bai lightly dusted his sleeves. The child seemed to be in a state of insanity, neither running away nor speaking.
He opened the door curtain and found two corpses lying inside. They were a man and a woman. They were in a miserable state of death, as if their essence had been sucked out and turned into shriveled mummies. He looked back and saw that the little boy looked miserable, but did not shed a single tear.
Murong Bai dug a new grave by the lake and buried the two of them. He looked back at the little boy with kind eyes, "You have nowhere to stay. If you are willing, be my son! After the name of this mountain, your name is Murong Shaohua..."
Ten years later, Murong Shaohua has grown into a strong young man. But he was not happy. He practiced martial arts every day and worked hard, and his martial arts skills were second to none among the disciples of his generation. However, his magic skills were far behind. He did not have Murong's bloodline, and could not acquire the family's secret skill "Haoran Zhengqi". Then, "Xuan Tianshi" and "Qiankun Yin" also became castles in the air. Moreover, without the support of "Haoran Zhengqi", sword control skills are extremely superficial and difficult to gain access to.
His father, Murong Bai, treated him as if he were a child, took great care of him, and often taught him carefully, but with little effect.
My father is a leader among the senior disciples, with strong magic power. He fights evil spirits all day long. He has a prominent position in the world and is the person with the highest reputation to inherit the sect.
However, things did not go as planned. Murong Bai fought a bloody battle with the devil, was seriously injured, and eventually died. When he was dying, he held Shaohua's hand and said, "Son, I died for my father to eliminate the devil and defend the devil. I died without regrets." I just can't worry about you. Although you don't have Murong's blood, your father regards you as his own and has high hopes for you. My son has the duty to revitalize the family."
Shaohua cried in a low voice, "Father, my child's magic power is low, and I may not be able to take on a big responsibility."
"Son, my father sees that you have an iron will and belief. One day, you will break through the mysterious barrier... Never forget that you are a disciple of Murong and you will bring ruin to the family..."
My father died and was buried among the mountains and rivers. Uncle Murong Jin succeeded the sect and became the head of the family.
Shaohua lost his backbone and was in a daze, drinking to drown his sorrows all day long. In a flash, it was the 100th anniversary of his father's death. The grave was lonely, the grass was decaying and miserable, and Shaohua was heartbroken.
He drank a pot of wine alone and drank heavily. He soon became drunk and fell asleep in the grass. I don't know how long it took before I woke up from the haze and heard someone talking in a low voice.
"It's a pity that my brother died so young. I broke my heart and heart for him. With a cup of water and wine, I sacrificed my brother's spirit in heaven..." It turned out that it was my uncle Murong Jin who was worshiping in front of his father's grave.
"Father, my uncle has been gone for a hundred days. Don't be too sad. You still need to take care of the family affairs." This is Jin's son, cousin Murong Song.
The uncle wiped away his tears and sighed softly: "When Bai Di travels to the west, he is most worried about Shaohua. How is he doing now?"
Murong Song sighed, "My brother Shaohua drinks alcohol all day long and is extremely decadent..."
Jin shook his head repeatedly, and then told his son, "You should pay more attention to Shaohua and help him tide over the difficulties."
Murong Song nodded and pondered for a moment, "But father, Shaohua is of demon blood and cannot learn the Murong Sect's spells. This is a hurdle he cannot overcome. Paper cannot contain fire. You should have told him earlier and made plans earlier."
"He just lost his father, and telling him now will undoubtedly make things worse. I want him to study business instead. Shaohua is smart and will definitely be able to make a name for himself. This will also comfort my brother's spirit in heaven."
Murong Jin and his son left, a wisp of breeze blew by, and the dust and smoke in front of the grave dispersed with the wind.
Shaohua rushed out of the grass, staggered, and fell in front of the stone tablet, "Father, tell me, what kind of evil spirit am I? Why can't I practice family skills?"
He burst into tears and rubbed the stone tablet with his palms, leaving a few traces of blood.
"I'm not a businessman, I'm a warrior, a demon-conquering warrior..."
At this time, a sigh came from behind, "Fortunately, you still know that you are a demon-conquering warrior, otherwise my trip would have been in vain!"
Shaohua suddenly turned around and saw a young man in white clothes and long sleeves standing elegantly in front of him. This man was obviously not from the villa. He moved silently and his magic power must be extraordinary. Shaohua immediately became alert.
"Who are you?" he asked sharply.
The man smiled: "Don't be nervous, I'm here to give you some advice."
"You are so bold, let's see how capable you are." Shaohua switched to combat mode, with sharp eyes and a strong aura. The man nodded, "I thought you were extremely decadent and unable to recover. It seems you are worrying too much."
As he spoke, Shaohua's sword turned into a rainbow and pierced his chest. The man took his time and held the edge of the sword between the two fingers of his left hand. Shaohua quickly turned the hilt of the sword. The sword was as if it had penetrated into a rock and could not move at all.
He was shocked. Among his disciples of the same generation, Shaohua had never failed in terms of martial arts and striking skills. However, this person was young and could play with him casually and easily crush him. He was really a person beyond human beings and a god beyond heaven.
The man loosened his fingers and dusted his sleeves, "I hope you can calm down and we can have a long talk!" His eyes were shining like stars, extremely profound, "I am the Demon King 'Bu Huang' you call me! "
Shaohua was as dumbfounded as thunder piercing his ears. Everyone knows the name "Bu Huang", but today he can actually see his true form. It is a blessing and a disaster, and he is filled with mixed surprises.
"You are a monster and I am a human. If you want to kill me, kill me. I will never frown!"
"Don't always talk about fighting and killing. Although I am a demon, I have also read the books of sages. I also have bottom lines and principles, and I will not kill easily."
Shaohua sneered and said: "Humans and demons are incompatible. If you don't kill me today, I will practice hard and I will trample you under my feet one day!"
"Very good, I am ambitious. It seems that my trip is worthwhile!"
"Buhuang" said, changing the subject: "People say that being invincible is the loneliest thing. This is a true portrayal of my mood. So I pay attention to every strong person, hoping that he can become my real opponent one day."
The more Shaohua listened, the more confused he became, "You mean, I will become a strong man in the future?"
"Buhuang" only smiled slightly and did not answer directly, "Two hundred years ago, I made a bet with Mr. Ma from the underworld and luckily won. I asked him for a fragment of the 'Cauldron of Fate' and carefully polished it into a mirror. It was reflected in the mirror. Beyond all things in the world, whenever a strong person is born, the light in the mirror shines, casting thousands of rays of rays of light..."
Shaohua's eyes sparkled with stars, "Can I really become a strong man?"
"You have this potential, there is no doubt about it. But you still need a little guidance from me. The road of cultivation is long and you will suffer endless hardships. If you waver even a little, all your previous efforts will be wasted and you will return to mediocrity."
Shaohua was filled with pride after hearing this, and he bowed his hands to "Bu Huang" as a gift, "I am not afraid of hardship or death. Please give me your guidance, sir! I want to become a strong man, your opponent, the strongest opponent!"
"Very good, let's start with your life experience and the death of your parents..."
As "Buhuang" narrated, the expression on Shaohua's face was uncertain. Sometimes he was surprised, sometimes sad. When he heard the end, his expression was tangled and extremely miserable.
"I-do I really want to do this? Is there no other way?"
"Life is about facing countless choices. The future I see is just a branch of the long river of time. It is your choice that truly determines your own destiny. Whether you choose to be brilliant and powerful, or choose to be ordinary and weak, it is just a matter of your thoughts today..."
"Buhuang" left, and the setting sun stretched his back, blending with the red clouds in the sky.
Shaohua stayed away all night, meditating hard in front of his father's grave. The grass in front of the stone tablet was trampled to the ground by his wandering footsteps.
The next day, Murong Shaohua left the villa without leaving a word and disappeared from the world. The head of the family did not hesitate to launch a spy network and united the four major families to search the world, but there was still no trace. As time goes by, the name Murong Shaohua is gradually forgotten and turned into a page of "Xuanji Pavilion"...
