Now the atmosphere in the room was warming up slightly, the corners of Wu Rong's eyes were slightly reddened by the scorching air, and he was smiling but not smiling, like the mountain spirit who was said to be a hunter in the mountains who would **** human energy. Fu Qing took a step back, and he followed, and the tango finally ended when the two lips pressed together again. The ironing post was not too hot, so Wu Rong sighed comfortably, and then immersed himself in it.

He is not a person who indulges in desire, and it can even be said that desire is very weak. But the feeling of the skin sticking together is really good, the yin energy on Wu Rong's body is very heavy, just when the Gu seeds are about to hatch, and he has recently communicated too much with Peach Blossom Shougong and Baiyu Shougong, which is affected. This season is the season when mutant geckos are looking for a mate and preparing to reproduce, and mates are very attractive to them.

Peach Blossom Shougong is the master of love, and Bai Yu Shougong is loyal and honest to his partner, so Wu Rong is easy to respond to Fu Qing's Yang Qi.

And he felt that he was very reasonable. Fu Qingyang had too much fire, and it would definitely be bad for his health to hold back all the time. Since the cultivation technique has not been fully completed and he can't vent it, he might as well find another way to absorb some yin energy and neutralize it. The harmony of yin and yang is the best state of a person.

By the time the two came out of the room, half a day had passed. Fu Qing's situation has improved a lot, at least he is no longer as exuberant as before. Wu Rong was also very satisfied and felt much happier. He communicated with Fu Qing just now, and found that the other party did not have any memory of Fu Qingnan after waking up, but he recovered some memories of Fu Qingnan's past.

"I have practiced in Guanli since I was a child."

Fu Qing said slowly, sliding his fingers over the peach wood sword, with imperceptible softness: "This peach wood sword is the lightning strike wood I found myself."

"A hundred years ago, natural disasters occurred frequently, and there were visions in the sky. At that time, my father was the master of Guanyi. He was in palpitations all day long, and he had a premonition that disaster was coming. So he set up a large formation to spy on the secrets of heaven, but he didn't expect to see the entire human race. catastrophe."

"I was not born at that time. Daoist Yun told me these things before I went down the mountain. He said that the divination that day exhausted my father's blood. The position was passed on to Daoist Yun, and he and his mother lived in seclusion in the mountains without a trace. People at that time thought that his father might have passed away, but they did not expect that twelve years later, the temple master went to the mountain overnight and returned with a child three days later. Guanli."

"This child is me."

Fu Qing seemed to be telling someone else's story, calm and unwavering: "Father used secret techniques to hold on until his spiritual recovery, and took advantage of the skyrocketing yin and yang energy in the world to make a soul contract with his mother, and was able to live on for another ten years. With me."

"Guanzhu Yun personally delivered my birth. He said that after my birth, my father used his last effort to divination for me. He was already old at that time, like an old man, blind in both eyes. After the divination, he spat out a mouthful of blood and said three blessings The word, and then died of exhaustion. My mother also suffered from dystocia and hemorrhage, and died less than two days after I was born. I was raised by Master Yun."

It was the first time Wu Rong heard Fu Qing talk about his past. Before his memory recovered, Fu Qing once said that he was a person without a past and a future. He couldn't see where he came from, and he couldn't remember what he experienced every day. Apart from his obsession with killing ghosts, he was like a walking dead. Wu Rong has never been entangled in the relationship between Fu Qingnan and Fu Qingnan. They are one person from beginning to end, and they are complete only when they are together.

But he really didn't expect that Fu Qing was born so hard! Moreover, Fu Qing's father risked his and his wife's lives to give birth to a child after divination of the heavenly secrets. The fact that he paid such a high price really reveals an unusual feeling.

"After the Lord took me back to the meditation, he immediately accepted me as the only disciple and raised him carefully. I was weak in the womb, and I had nine calamities and seventy-six difficulties in my life. I was sick when I was young. In order for me to grow up smoothly, the Lord Great, I used countless treasures in the temple, and even personally went to Yinshan Temple to ask for the relics of eminent monks to protect me. At that time, there were many criticisms, but the temple master suppressed them all."

It can be said that Guanzhu Yun spared no effort to cultivate Fu Qingnan. But Wu Rong frowned more and more. He was a very self-interested person. He didn't believe that there would be unreasonable devotion and love in the world. He couldn't imagine the motives of Guanzhu Yun and Fu Qingnan's parents at that time. In Wu Rong's view, they did this unless it was for the greater good.

And Fu Qingnan was just a sick and weak child at that time, what benefit could he have?

Wait a moment.

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Wu Rong's mind. The young Fu Qingnan really had no interests, but more than ten years later, he became the head of the nine heroes, leading them to seal the seven tiankengs and save mankind.

Is it a coincidence, or...

Fu Qing didn't notice Wu Rong's distraction, he continued: "I have been drawing symbols since I knew how to hold a pen. When I was five years old, I went out to look for lightning strike wood, and I got my own mahogany sword. I went to the battlefield for the first time when I was seven years old. "

"and many more."

Wu Rong finally couldn't help interrupting Fu Qing's words, he couldn't believe his ears, and frowned tightly. He looked into Fu Qing's eyes, paused for a while, and asked cautiously, as if asking for proof: "How old were you when you went to the battlefield?"

"Seven years old."

Wu Rong couldn't help swearing, with such a rare expression of emotion: "Seven years old? They sent you to the battlefield at such a young age? Kukuka is even older than you! You are so weak and sick—shabi wants you to go To die?"

"That was the most urgent time of the war."

Fu Qing wanted to put his hand on Wu Rong's shoulder to comfort him, but was mercilessly slapped away. He grasped Wu Rong's hand, and let him pull it away several times without letting go, just like catching a fish just out of water. The fish is clearly very cranky now, and very angry. Fu Qing can vaguely perceive various emotions now, he didn't want to see Wu Rong so angry, so he subconsciously explained:

"Ghosts ravage the world. Every day, small countries die, and billions of people die. Soldiers are the first to sacrifice. They are recruited every day, but there are far from enough soldiers. The capable people are fighting with their lives overstretched. The ghost breeder will be killed by ghosts after a few years of fighting. Humanity is on the verge of extinction, and teenagers have to go to the battlefield."

"But you were only seven years old!"

Wu Rong didn't feel comforted at all, on the contrary, she became even angrier: "What can a seven-year-old go to the battlefield for, and mud?!"

No, he was already able to kill a lot of ghosts when he was seven years old.

Fu Qing saw in his memory, the seven-year-old Fu Qingnan was walking on the land corroded by Yin Qi and resentment, carrying a mahogany sword longer than his whole body.

In 2045, Fu Qingnan's father revealed a secret. In 2048, the seven tiankengs descended and the spiritual recovery began. Fu Qingnan was born in 2059. By the time he was seven years old, human beings had been in war for more than ten years. For more than ten years, countless people have died on this land every moment. Many people were swallowed and assimilated by ghosts and monsters when they were babies. Even the entire area was eroded by ghost realms. Children born without seeing the sun will die miserably.

In contrast, he has been very lucky. I was able to spend my childhood in the safest Taoist temple, grew up under the meticulous care and care of countless teachers and fellow disciples, received the best training and education, and raised my body from weakness to health. Fu Qingnan had seen the corpses of fellow disciples brought back to the mountain for burial, but most of them didn't have corpses, only tokens remained.

It's okay to be killed by ghosts, celestial masters are the most powerful enemies of ghosts, especially the celestial masters who came out of Longhu Mountain and practiced pure yang skills. After they are killed, the yang energy that fills the meridians in the body will also make ghosts reluctant to approach and will not destroy the corpse. But those celestial ghosts who come out of the big tiankeng love to devour yang energy the most, especially love to parasitize/eat celestial masters.

Fu Qingnan once saw the body of a fellow disciple who was eaten until his head was left. It is said that he was still alive when he was found. The yang energy of the living is the most abundant, and the ghosts always have a way to keep people alive. That classmate was not very old either, with some small fluff growing on his upper lip, his face was still immature, and his dull eyes were looking at the sky. He is a genius, he has practiced Chunyang Boy Kung Fu to a great degree at a young age, he went down the mountain to exorcise ghosts and kill enemies at the age of fourteen, he rushed to the front line of the battlefield, and he did not have any time to return to the mountain after two years of fighting.

When I returned to the mountain, there was only one head left.

The master once said that after the supernatural recovery, it became easier for human beings to practice exercises, and the geniuses born in the past ten years combined are more than those born in the previous hundreds of years.

But far from keeping up with the speed of death.

Times have changed and things have changed. Sky ghosts and ghosts are more adaptable to the changed world than humans. It is time for humans to withdraw from the stage of history. Just like the extinction of dinosaurs, they are not weak, but they are no longer suitable for the changed world. up.

Just as the vegetation withers and grows, the seasons change, one ebbs and the other grows, and there are rules and implicit rules.

No creature can beat the rules, it is the existence that is higher than all sentient beings. No matter how powerful human beings are, they are just little praying mantises standing in front of huge wheels, trying to block the carts with their arms, but they cannot even delay for a moment. Human beings are like a train that has run out of control and is speeding towards death. No one can stop it unless a miracle happens.

"So your parents tried their best to give birth to you, and the temple master spared no effort to raise you up."

Wu Rong's voice suddenly became cold, and the guess in his mind seemed to be confirmed. Wu Rong stared at Fu Qing fixedly, as if looking at someone else through him, and asked word by word:

"Fu Qing, what are you?"

"What do they take you for."

"Savior."

Fu Qing's voice was as calm and rational as ever, as if he was expounding a certain factual theorem: "Heroes, miracles, or other things. Father saw the future of human extinction in that divination."

"Fifty avenues, fourty-nine Tianyan, people escape one. Only I can lead others to seal the seven tiankengs, and no one else can. Without my existence, human beings will perish."

"I am the last chance for the human race."