Reverend Insanity

Clear blue sky with no clouds.

The people of Maple Leaf City are passing through and they are very lively.

It has been six years since the birth of Hung Ting, son of the owner of the city.

Over the past six years, Maple Leaf City has been undamaged, the wind and rain have been smooth, and the scale has been expanding, more than a dozen times more than before. It is the first male city in the entire plain.

Chirp, chirp, chirp...

A bunch of birds flying from somewhere, glittering with golden light, and a bunch of dancing.

They are extraordinary in their spirituality, and as they head straight over the main house of the city, they suddenly burst into flashes, turning into a little gold and spilling down.

In the main city house, Hung Ting is waving the little sword in his hand, walking through the fake mountains and dancing the sword.

At one time, the figure of Hung Ting was not seen, only the sword light formed, bright silver flashed around.

“Okay!”

“Awesome! ”

“Grandpa is truly talented. After only three months of teaching this swordsmanship, it has become very successful. The weather is very harsh. It's hard to imagine. ”

The surrounding guards praised each other with sincerity.

Lord Hung stroked his beard and nodded with a smile. He was so proud of his son that his shock had disappeared.

Over the years, Hung Ting's qualifications and performance have repeatedly refreshed his cognitive limits to show him how shallow his past understanding of the word "genius” was.

Because of the number of shocks, Hung Cast became numb a few years ago, and the following years became a matter of course.

Boo!

Just then, a crisp sound sounded.

The silver light sword shadow suddenly disappeared and Hung Ting's figure reappeared. He held the small sword and directly chopped a corner of a mountain stone.

Suddenly, good voices and praises go on and on.

“Father, I always thought this swordsmanship was unfinished and there was room for improvement.” Hung Ting's lips were red and teeth were white and his eyes were like stars. He stepped out of the fake mountain and his eyebrows laughed.

Father Hung Cast laughed: “You are the secret book of Zhao Sanshi, the famous master of sword repair. You bought it for Father in exchange for Curiosity Zhen. You've only been practicing for three months and you don't see it? ”

Hung Ting blinked and a cute cunning flashed in his eyes: "Father, I also had a feeling. To be honest, that's how this sword works, and I've been practicing it for three months, and I've done my best. ”

Hung Cast, um, had a headache again. My son is too talented to learn anything quickly, and as soon as he learns it all, he gets to the bottom of it. This is good, but also bad. Hung Ting's bottom was emptied a few years ago. He made every effort to search for other people's secrets to teach Hung Ting, but he still can't stop learning like a black hole in Hung Ting.

Long lasting, how can this be good?

At this point, a group of birds flew over their heads and burst into a golden spot.

The light fell and quickly blended into the minds of many people, the vast majority of whom were absorbed by Hung Ting alone.

At one time, everyone's face showed great joy, and they were taught a thousand strange secrets.

“This is a fairy tale again! ”

“I wonder which cactus did it? ”

“We would also like to thank the young man, who is blessed with him. ”

The guards looked at Hung Ting with enthusiasm, and even Hung Cast's eyes carried a hint of complexity.

Hung Ting closed his eyes and immersed himself in the abundance of new knowledge.

Hung Cast and others have seen no surprise. Even the people of Manzi outside the main city hall were just a little surprised and returned to their normal lives, busy things.

The visions and miracles are fascinating, but with so many of these things, they become ordinary.

The miracles that have occurred in Hung Ting are no longer more than this simple concept, but more to the point of flooding and more to the point of numbness.

Ever since his birth, he has been accepted as an apprentice by the Dragon Gang, and he has often appeared in miracles.

Lord Long is the leader of the heavenly court, not to mention the eight spinning fairies in the heavenly court, single heavenly court of the next ten ancient schools of Central China, each is huge, one side dominated, deeply rooted.

The Dragon Gang apprentice is a big banner drum, there is no cover. Everyone understands what he means, so whether it is Zhongzhou Zhongdao, Magic or Scattered Immortals, they are very concerned about the growth of Hung Ting.

Hung Ting is a seed of luck and will be cultivated by Heaven into a future immortal prince. It is no longer a secret. So every once in a while, there will be magic fairies or magic fairy descendants, secretly helping Hung Ting, forming a good fortune, mixing faces.

Therefore, it is not unusual to pass on canary law, there are also spiritual cranes, Xiangyun delivers fruit, holy wind washes the medulla and other fairy monuments and visions, and there have been numerous layers.

Long ago, Hung Ting thoroughly absorbed the knowledge in his mind, but he frowned: “Although there are eighteen general weapons rehearsal techniques, each is exquisitely tall, but there is still no way to learn in advance. Father, when can I open the door and manipulate the manipulators? These techniques are no more than mortal techniques. Only manipulation of manipulative worms is the imperial path. ”

“My son, don't rush. You forgot, what did your master tell you in the letter?” Flood casting and colorful tunnels.

Hung Ting waved impatiently: "Father, I know, I know. Master said that although I can learn in advance, I must be twelve years old. The time is not right, the opportunity is not right, advance is not allowed. I wonder, Master is so intelligent, why can't I make fun of it now? ”

Hung Cast's face is slightly heavy: “Son, your master is a fairy, what he thinks you can't understand, but listen too. You must understand that he will never harm you, just as our parents love you. ”

“Yes, Father. My son said something wrong. Father, don't get mad, okay?” Hung Ting hurriedly arched his hands, and he was filial to his parents.

Time passes and years pass by.

Lord Long reappeared, officially admitted Hung Ting as an apprentice, walking around the five lakes and seas, and teaching him personally.

When Hung Ting was twelve years old, Lord Long opened his eyes to him. He is officially on the road to cultivation, because of his talent and his strong foundation, he is cultivating a thousand miles a day and progressing extremely fast.

It's not just his cultivation, but his experience is constantly enriching in the journey. He sees many men, from mortals to immortals, from the righteous to the wicked, and his knowledge of life, of the heavens and the earth, deepens and deepens.

He was a warrior, he was jealous, he was handsome, he was resourceful.

“Master, I found the villager Xue in the village, right on the nearby hill!” On this day, Hung Ting returned to hunt, returned to the cave, and rushed to the dragon justice.

Dragon Nodded, smiling: “Sit down, I'm almost done with the soup. This is the bone soup of an ancient wild beast, which will help you grow up. ”

Hung Ting threw the prey in his hand on the ground and bit his teeth: “Master, more than a year ago, I was going to attack Xue slaughter knife to punish evil. You said I had only three conversions, but he had five turns, and I couldn't fight him, I couldn't go. Six months ago, I had four conversions to, kill eight types, take Xue slaughter knife life with great certainty, you can't say 10% certainty, don't do it. Three months ago, I had been rehabilitated five times to deal with Xue's slaughter knife, but two or three moves, and you said that his life was not worth it, and it was not time to eradicate him. Master, how many innocent lives will be damaged when the evil men let him go again? Now it's my turn! ”

Lord Long dropped the long spoon in his hand and stopped stirring the bone soup in the pan. He sighed: "Padawan, the opportunity has not yet arrived."

“I don't care what the opportunity is, all I know is that if we don't do it again this time, we'll miss the opportunity!” Hung Ting's attitude is very strong.

Lord Long shook his head: "At this time, Xue slaughtered the knife for his life. If you forcibly kill them, they will be wasted, and they will be tortuous, causing tragedy. ”

“I don't believe it! I only need one move to kill him!!” Hung Ting raised a finger and stared closely at the Dragon Lord. His eyes caught fire. His eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

Lord Long silenced for a moment: "Then go, young man, try it. ”

“Thank you, Master Eun Jun!” Hung Ting is overjoyed.

“I just hope you're not disappointed then. Yeah. ”

“How could I be disappointed! Master, please wait a moment and the apprentice will come back with the head of the Xue Slaughter Knife. ”

Hung Ting turned around and walked away.

But the time of incense has passed, the time of incense has passed, and the time of incense has passed again. Hung Ting is still missing.

Everything was in Lord Long's eyes. He knew that the time was ripe to leave the cave, cross the forest sea and fly to Hung Ting.

Hung Ting knelt on the floor, his face was full of anger and remorse.

He gazed at the foot of the mountain, where there was once a small mountain village where the villagers lived in peace.

His eyes were red and filled with red silk. When he saw the Dragon Lord, he looked up and there were clear tears on his face.

“Master, I had no idea there was a fairy inheritance here. That's why Xue came here secretly to inherit the inheritance. When I broke his plan, he used the power of inheritance to stop me. I fought so hard that I didn't want the aftermath of the battle to cause the landslide to split, but I buried the village completely. Master, it's me, I killed these villagers at the bottom of the mountain!” Hung Ting cried.

Lord Long did not console, but silenced for a moment, ignoring: "Do you want revenge, Padawan? Want to get rid of Xue? The time has come. ”

“Where is he?” Hung Ting trembled and immediately asked.

“Right over there on the hill.” Lord Long fingered.

Hung Ting immediately rushed over and easily slaughtered Xue Slaughter.

“I am so unhappy that I have inherited the fax but have not digested it. Just died, weak and helpless, you hit me! If you give me more time, I will never be afraid of me. I can still be a magician!” This is Xue's temporary last words.

Hung Ting stood silent in front of Xue's body.

Lord Long's figure appeared behind Hung Ting again, silent.

Half an hour later, Hung Ting drew his gaze back from Xue's slaughter knife and asked in a very dull tone: "Master, you said that if I listened to your arrangement, I could easily kill him. That little Yamamura guy doesn't have to be implicated, does he? ”

Lord Long didn't speak, he just extended his palm and patted Hung Ting's shoulder gently.

Hung Ting's body trembled for a moment of silence. “Master, I want to ask you, what is fate...? ”