Chapter 1565 – She is Zhou Zihong

“At that time, the Vermilion Bird Star was a semi-abandoned cultivation star, and the cultivator with the highest cultivation level in the Fire Burning Country was only a YuanYing ……” The purple-clothed woman’s eyes were very thick with memories, and she left the Vermilion Bird Star for a very long time, but the memories of that time stayed in her mind, and she couldn’t forget it The woman in purple has a very strong memory in her eyes.

Along with her story, slowly almost all the cultivators in the inn, are listening up, there are some even went forward a few steps, the expression reveals yearning.

“Vermilion Bird Star, Feng Zun’s hometown …… His old man grew up there and slowly walked to the present day splendor ……” That middle aged scribe sighed lightly.

“I am the cultivator of the Fire Burning Country, and then the Fire Burning Country suffered a dramatic change, and had to enter the Xuanwu country to take refuge within the country, and the Xuanwu country refused to allow it, so it started a war between the two cultivation countries …… “That purple clothed woman seemed to float in front of her eyes to see a scene of killing in that year.

“Ma Liang …… perhaps he really is Feng Zun it, at that time, although he is still a foundation cultivator, but has already emerged, it is said that the death in its hands of the repair, the same level of people also have hundreds.” The purple-clothed woman’s voice was soft and gentle, slowly echoing within this inn.

As soon as these words came out, it immediately caused the surrounding cultivators to clamor.

“Foundation cultivation, decapitating hundreds of cultivators of the same rank, this …… this is almost impossible!”

“There’s nothing impossible, can’t Feng Zun be something that people like me can imagine.”

“The lower the cultivation level, the gap between each other despite not being too big, the divine abilities and magic treasures that a Foundation Establishment cultivator can perform are extremely limited, I didn’t expect Feng Zun to be so strong at that time, no wonder that in that Battle of the Sea of Clouds, Feng Zun could turn the tide!”

In this voice of discussion, the white clothed man who lifted the inn’s cover curtain, after touching his nose, walked to the front of that black clothed cultivator, revealed a kind smile to the excited black clothed cultivator, and pressed his right hand slightly downwards in the empty space, and pressed that black clothed cultivator who was going to stand up and kneel down on the chair again.

“Master ……” This black-clothed cultivator was none other than Thirteen, excitement appeared in his eyes, his mind went blank as he sat there, Wang Lin’s appearance was too sudden, making Thirteen not have any advance anticipation at all.

This white-clothed youth is Wang Lin.

After dealing with the matter of the Calling River Seven Color Realm, Wang Lin was going to the Vermillion Bird Star to pay homage to his parents and refine the three major origins of cause and effect, life and death, and truth and falsehood there.

On his way, he passed by and sensed the aura of Thirteen and that ancient demonic doppelganger, so he came over.

Looking at Thirteen in front of him, who had already grown to this day, Wang Lin’s expression revealed relief, he still remembered the scene when he first saw Thirteen back then in the land of demon spirits, the other party’s perseverance, the other party’s loyalty, even after more than a thousand years had passed, it was still as old as ever.

“This child, is becoming more and more like me in my early years.” Wang Lin sighed lightly, this Thirteen’s whole body’s icy aura was quite similar to when he was in the Vermillion Bird Star.

Thirteen took a deep breath and was about to speak, but when he saw Wang Lin gently shaking his head, he stopped speaking, but the fervor and respect that came out of his brows and eyes was extremely dense.

To him, Wang Lin was a master, but also his benefactor, his life had changed because of the other party, this kind of kindness, even if his soul died, he would never forget even half a point.

He, was Thirteen, the loyal and cold Thirteen!

“Later on, in that engagement, there was no news of him, I remember that should be before he was ready to leave the Fire Burning Country, I had met with him ……” The purple clothed woman opened her mouth softly, causing the sound of the surrounding discussion to slowly subside.

No one noticed the white-clothed young man who had lifted the cover curtain and walked in before, their entire attention had already been attracted by the purple-clothed woman’s words.

“Later on, I vaguely heard that he saved Li Muwan, and under the pursuit of a JieDan cultivator, he entered an extremely dangerous place in the Vermilion Bird Star, which is called the …… Cultivation Demon Sea.” The purple-clothed woman’s voice was muffled, like the thoughts of her memories, echoing within this inn.

Listening to the words of the woman in purple, Wang Lin picked up the wine cup and took a sip, there were also years in his eyes, and a smile slowly appeared on his face, he was evoked memories, and he remembered when Li Muwan was chased by that JieDan cultivator, her helpless gaze and her plea for help after seeing herself.

Thirteen picked up the wine pot and poured it full for his master.

“A Jiedan cultivator? Hmph, that JieDan cultivator can still be alive today, he actually dared to arrogantly go after FengZun back then, if he is alive, his cultivation must not be that high, even if FengZun doesn’t care about it, LaoFu will still have to refine his soul and exterminate him!”

“That’s right, if he messed with Feng Zun, he messed with all the Daoists of the four star regions within my realm!”

“Miss Zhou, what was the name of that sinful cultivator who chased and killed Feng Zun back then!”

“Forgot …… then later, I haven’t seen Feng Zun, I just heard people say hundreds of years later that there was a cultivator called Wang Lin, who was a hit in the Vermilion Bird Star, he was originally a cultivator of the Zhao Kingdom, and when he was building his foundation in his early years, he provoked a YuanYing cultivator with the surname of Vine, and was exterminated by his entire family. ” The woman in purple shook her head and spoke softly.

Many of the surrounding cultivators are still hearing about this matter for the first time, and have fallen silent, they can imagine that the Feng Zun of that year, after experiencing all of these things, that kind of heart and soul pain, absolutely very human can bear.

“And then he returned to the country of Zhao, made a shock I Vermilion Bird Star thing, the country of Zhao blood flow into the river …… is really blood flow into the river, that YuanYing cultivator whole family old and young, all dead, no one alive …… he did not women’s benevolence. Rather, that year’s hatred is completely vented out, wherever people with the bloodline of the Fuji family, are dead …… rumor has it that at that time, the sky of Zhao is bloody …… “The voice of the woman in purple is soft, can be Into the ears of the surrounding cultivators, but it made them feel as if they were there, feeling the monstrous killing and hatred.

Hiddenly, they seem to be able to hear that in the end after the great revenge, after cutting off the roots and leaving no aftermath, and destroying the enemy’s family, that a shocking hiss!

Wang Lin was silent, drinking wine one mouthful at a time, with sadness in his eyes. Thirteen was beside him as he poured a cup and filled it up, this was the first time he heard Wang Lin’s story, and he was similarly silent.

“Good, this is called revenge!”

“That Teng surname YuanYing small cultivator, indeed should be killed, as for its full …… family,” there are also cultivators who vaguely do not quite agree.

“Hmph, you are not Feng Zun, how can you experience the grief of Feng Zun that year, how can you experience the despair of that kind of loved ones all died, Feng Zun that year, the old man think not too much!”

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, the purple-clothed woman’s voice continued to echo out.

Wang Lin drank the wine in his cup in one gulp, put it down and looked up into the distance, he was really homesick for his parents and wanted to go pay his respects and send a handful of ZiTu.

“Let’s go.” Wang Lin stood up and walked towards the outside of the inn. Thirteen left a few spirit stones on the table and followed behind Wang Lin.

“Regarding Feng Zun’s past, I only mostly heard about it, he had the chance to be able to become the Lord of the Vermilion Bird Star, but in the end, he chose to leave …… On the Vermilion Bird Star, there is a statue of him guarding the place …… “That purple clothed woman was speaking softly, when she suddenly seemed to notice something and subconsciously turned to look at the door of the inn behind her.

Her gaze skipped over thirteen and lurched at Wang Lin’s back.

“This person, there’s something familiar ……”

Wang Lin lifted the cover curtain next to the door of that inn, turned his head, glanced at the eyes of the purple-clothed woman behind him who was watching, a smile appeared on his face, and in a gentle shake of his head, he walked out.

Thirteen followed and left the inn with Wang Lin.

That purple-clothed woman’s body shook, the whole person froze there, what surfaced in her eyes, all was the smile of that white-clothed person, and that slowly seemed to be more and more familiar, more and more overlapping with the figure of the person in her heart.

“He …… he is ……” Purple woman’s heart and soul vibration, some can not believe, the brain is blank, the only thing that the smile is more and more clear, more and more profound, seems to want to be from its heart and soul within the rushed out like.

“It’s him!!!”

“Senior sister, what’s wrong with you?” Seeing the other party staying there, the pink-clothed woman next to her couldn’t help but gently push a few times, looking backward along with her senior sister’s gaze, but only saw the gently swaying cover curtain.

Not only her, even the surrounding cultivators also looked, but other than that cover curtain swaying weakly, there was no more silhouette.

“It’s nothing …… “The woman in purple, her name, was Zhou Zihong.

She subconsciously pulled the scattered strands of green silk in while back, silent for a moment, continued to put her memory within the things, gently said out, the corner of her mouth slowly revealed a melancholy smile, said the story, the brain floated Wang Lin turned back, the smile on that face.

In this workshop on the cultivation star, a supreme mountain peak top, mountain wind whistling past, seems to roll the earth to embrace the long sky. At the top of that mountain peak, Wang Lin stood there, and across from him, Thirteen, knelt on one knee.

“Master, Thirteen wishes to always be with him!”

“Thirteen, you’re the first disciple I took in, and the one who has followed me the longest.” Wang Lin’s voice was soft and gentle as he looked at Thirteen with an amiable expression.

Thirteen gently nodded his head, looking at Wang Lin with a trace of attachment, Wang Lin was a teacher to him, like a father.

“But if a young bird wants to grow, it needs to face the storm alone, to feel the vastness of heaven and earth alone, to become a heavenly roc that steps on top of the clouds under that storm, this is something that you did very well before ……” Wang Lin patted thirteen’s shoulder and softly said.

“But Master ……” Thirteen was about to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Lin shaking his head.

“Thirteen, my Wang Lin’s disciple can’t be the kind of cultivator who can only look at the sky under my shelter, my Wang Lin’s disciple must have a heart that goes against the sky, and must have the firmness and determination to battle the sky and shake the earth!” Wang Lin looked at Thirteen and slowly spoke.

“My Wang Lin’s disciple shall be like a dragon among men, he shall roam above the nine heavens, and under the admiration of ten thousand cultivators, he shall go and say that he is my Wang Lin’s first disciple!”

“Master!!!” Thirteen looked excited and nodded heavily.

“Of course, if someone bullies you, then Master will never allow it! From today onwards, you take on the name of my first disciple to unfold a path that belongs to you, Thirteen, yourself!” Wang Lin had the most heart for his disciples, only this Thirteen, and emotionally, he had also put in the most. As he said that, he raised his right hand and slapped it on top of that Thirteen’s head.