"It's so cute when it's so small." Master Ziqing sighed, turned his eyes to meet Zongque's gaze and said, "Every time I see such a young child, I feel that time is really unforgiving, Your Majesty.

Do you feel this way?"

"No." Zongque withdrew his gaze and his consciousness fell on the valley.

The team kept moving forward, and the people in front were constantly divided, and many people lined up at the back of the team, sandwiching the little child among them, making every step he took was a little uneasy.

"Just put your hand here." The monk in charge of the test said.

The child with his eyes lowered raised his head again, but his eyes did not dare to look into the distance. He just looked at the snow-white thing in front of him and put his dirty-looking little hands on it.

The light flickered on it, and there was a little uneasiness in the dark eyes, until it flashed with pure red light. The monk in charge of the test was stunned for a moment: "Single Fire Spiritual Root, what is the name here?"

The little child began: "Leyou."

Leyou.

Zong Que's brows moved slightly, Le You, the savior of the protagonist Hengyao in the original world line who had a close relationship in the early days, was also the leader of the Hehuan Sect who was attacked by Zhengdao in the later period.

Men are yang and women are yin, so he is born with a yin body, which is a natural constitution.

How he went through it is unknown. All we know is that in the end the righteous path encircled and suppressed him because he used himself as a furnace and used his overwhelming inner fire to refine the cultivation of others and turn it into his own use. Such methods were unacceptable to both good and evil paths, and he was eventually encircled and suppressed and fell.

Even after death, he is still reviled and feared by others.

Such a person who is feared by both good and evil is now just a little child. He was born with a cauldron and later used himself as a cauldron. He has walked all the way and endured many hardships before he fell into the devil's path and became a

One of the four demon cultivators.

Zongque's eyes fell on that place. The little child was being guided to one side. Because he was reminded, he never dared to raise his head. He obviously didn't know what the single fire spirit root was. He just looked down at his toes and toes.

And they overlapped gently in one place, as if admitting their mistake.

Zongque took out the Disciple Token from the storage ring. When the token flew out of his palm, another token also flew out of the valley, and both landed in front of the child.

Zongque's eyes narrowed slightly, but the little child was a little frightened. He clenched his fists and took a step back. He looked at the two tokens floating in front of him in astonishment, and looked up at the monk beside him as if asking for help.

When Zongque's token came out, everyone was in an uproar. Even Master Ziqing couldn't help but look at the child, wanting to see what was special about it. The monk standing next to Leyou looked at the child even more.

The token showed an envious look and said: "This token means that the seniors want to accept you as their disciple. This token belongs to Senior Jindan Master Lingjiang. This token belongs to Senior Transformation God Liao Zhi. You

You can choose one of them to become his disciple."

After saying this, the new disciples beside him who were still a little confused all showed envious expressions.

Venerable Transformation God is a figure that reaches the heavens. Even if you don’t know what Transformation God is, most people who come here have heard the name of Venerable Liao Zhi.

The child has not yet moved, and the atmosphere on the scene is already a bit stagnant. If you are an adult, you will know which one is stronger, but this is a child. It is difficult for Venerable Liaozhi to accept a disciple. If he is rejected, I am afraid that this child will regret it for the rest of his life when he grows up.

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However, once you hand out the sign for accepting disciples, you cannot take it back at will.

[The host won’t be selected, right?!] 1314 was anxious, [Where did Lingjiang come from?! You must choose the host, you must choose the host!]

[Should be his master in the original world line.] Zongque's consciousness fell in the valley, where a Jindan real person was sitting in meditation. His face was young and gentle, and he had both fire and wood spiritual roots. However, at this moment, his whole body showed uneasiness.

If it is the master of the original world line, then Leyou joined the Shangqiong Immortal Sect from the beginning, and how did he betray the sect later? What does it have to do with this person?

"Then the kid won't choose you, right?" Master Ziqing hissed and said.

Zongque sighed and looked there. The child was looking at the two tokens in front of him, raised his head and asked, "Liao Zhi?"

"Are you going to choose Venerable Liao Zhi?" the monk asked.

Leyou nodded slightly, he remembered the name.

He nodded, one of the tokens flew out, and the other token fell in front of him, and fell into his hand when he stretched out his hand.

The jet black token was very textured and heavy. It was caught by the somewhat dirty little hands and held as if it was afraid of getting dirty.

As soon as he received the order, the atmosphere around him relaxed, and everyone looked at him with envy.

"In the personal disciple order, the child has a single fire spiritual root, and the venerable has a single golden spiritual root. What is so special about this child?" Master Ziqing endured it again and again, but still couldn't help asking.

"You have a good mind." Zongque replied, disappearing from the void and appearing in the open space.

His figure appeared, and everyone's eyes fell on him. Some people saluted hurriedly, while others were surprised and confused.

"See His Holiness."

"See the elders."

The identity of the visitor was confirmed, and those who had no time to look back were all amazed. But when they looked again, they were almost distracted by the aura on his body, and they all lowered their heads when ordered by the monk next to him.

Leyou originally looked at the token without raising his eyes. He raised his head when he heard the sound of salutes around him. When he saw the person standing in front of him, he opened his mouth and widened his eyes.

The robes were long and winding. He was very tall in life and needed to raise his head very high. However, because it blocked the light and shadow, he couldn't tell whether the robes on his body were black or white. Leyou couldn't tell the difference between his breath and his strength.

Weak, I just don't dare to move, not at all.

However, the figure walking in front of him lowered himself down, his robe slightly folded, and curved into a very beautiful curve, which was enough for him to see clearly those eyes, which seemed to be glowing with cold light and extremely calm, unlike those of those who bullied him.

Full of hostility, he still didn't understand what it meant to be powerful. He only knew that he was very small in these eyes.

Leyou felt that he should be afraid, because this person was taller than him when he squatted down, but the other person's hand stretched out towards him and did not hit him. He just stayed in front of him, looking very slender and good-looking.

"Immortal..." Leyou said softly.

"It's Master." Zongque looked into the child's dark and bright eyes and said.

Even though life is full of hardships, his eyes are still as clear as ever. The events of his previous life did not know how to temper his will, but he will retain the brightness in his eyes in this life.

We have met before, and it is inevitable that we regret not being able to meet him before he suffered, but it will no longer be the case now.

"Master?" Leyou said hesitantly.

"Yes." Zongque responded, "Follow me."

The little child blinked and almost mustered up all his courage to reach out his hand. Then he was held by the big hand. The next moment he was held in his arms. Before he could react, he was already gone from where he was.

Everyone watching that place held their breath with concentration. Even when the figure disappeared, many people swallowed unbearably.

Each peak accepts disciples, either the monks in charge send them to each peak, or the disciples from each peak go to pick them up. Who would have thought that Venerable Liao Zhi would go there in person and treat the disciple like a nephew.

Zongque returned to the sky and landed in the open space at the top of the peak. When he landed, a couch and a seat had appeared there, but the child who was picked up was shivering in his arms, shaking like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

Zongque patted him, and the little guy suddenly shook like a sieve and did not dare to raise his head at all.

"We've reached the ground, we won't fall." Zongque tried to put him down, but the child in his arms grabbed his clothes tightly and refused to let go like an octopus.

"That's all." Zongque simply hugged him and sat down, letting the child continue to tremble in his arms.

The ceremony was still going on in the distance, and Zong Que couldn't leave here. The child in his arms shook for a long time, and slowly stopped as if he felt safe. When Zong Que lowered his head and looked up, he met the child's raised eyes. Those eyes were light and soft.

It trembled slightly and lowered its head as if frightened. After a long time, it slowly lifted up.

"What are you looking at?" Zongque asked.

"Master..." Leyou murmured softly. When he saw his hand on his clothes, he loosened his grip and twitched, "It's dirty..."

"It's okay." Zongque used the Purification Technique, and all the dirt on the child's body was removed, revealing his little face. Although there were white spots, his cheeks were dry and red, and there were more bruises on them that were originally covered up.

It is not only on the face, but also on the hands and arms. There are calluses on the feet. Most of them are scratches and even many bloody scabs have not healed.

He is very thin and does not have the stature or condition that a child of this age should have. Only his eyes are round and clear, making him look energetic.

Zongque looked at the scars and frowned: "Has anyone beaten you?"

His body was full of breath, and the child in his arms instantly shrank and subconsciously held his head: "Don't hit, don't hit..."

Zongque looked at his state, calmed down, patted his body and said, "I won't hit you, don't be afraid."

He patted it very gently, but the body still shrank. With the constant comfort, the child in his arms seemed not to notice the danger, and then slowly raised his head, but when he looked at him again, there was more fear in his eyes.

color.

It was not appropriate to ask at this time whether the past events had caused some psychological shadow on him.

He was so young and had no relatives accompanying him. He must have suffered a lot to get here, or he found it too late.

Zongque looked at the scars all over his body, took out a bottle of elixir from the storage ring, poured one out of it and handed it to the child.

They are not familiar with it yet. When they become familiar with it in the future, they can slowly ask about things in the past.

Leyou looked at the round pill in his hand, with eyes that couldn't move: "What is this?"

Zongque pondered for a moment and said, "Sugar."

"Oh..." The child's eyes widened, and the light inside them was extremely bright. He reached out and tried to pick it up, but instead of putting it in his mouth, he held it in his palm.

"You eat it, and I'll give you another one." Zongque said in a slow tone.

Leyou looked at him, her fingers flinched slightly, and she looked at the candy in her hand with some reluctance and asked, "Really?"

"Yeah." Zongque responded, "Really."

Leyou looked at him and put the candy in his hand into his mouth. The candy turned into water and slid down with a sweet taste. Before he could taste it, it was gone.

The child smacked his lips and raised his head, with some longing in his eyes. Zongque took out another pill and placed it in his palm and said, "You can hide this one."

This is a top-grade healing elixir with no impurities in it. One pill is enough to heal wounds and even cleanse menstruation and cut marrow. Any more will be useless.

"Yes." The child in his arms nodded gently, held the elixir in his palm, and then gently wriggled it out of his arms.
To be continued...