Chapter nine hundred and seventy-fifth: transforming the gods into anger and bloodshed (1)
The conversation between Wan'er and Ying'er was very heavy, but after some things were missed, there was obviously no chance to make up for them, and practice was at the top of the list.
Every monk has a saying that lingers in his ears since he embarks on the path of spiritual practice: "Practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat." However, there are very few people who can understand the true meaning of it.
Since Zhao Ying'er was born, her parents have been genuine Nascent Soul monks, and there has never been a shortage of various cultivation resources. Although there were some hardships in the later period, they were all based on their own safety.
Compared with the path of cultivation that Zhao Shoushou has traveled, it seems too smooth, and the training for her is also very little, which is not what a qualified Nascent Soul Stage monk should have.
After her wedding to Hei Yijun, she forgot all the instructions from her father and emptied out all the training resources prepared for her as a kind of accumulation in Black Iron Castle. Later, she even gave birth to twins to waste her life.
After practicing this series of secret techniques, the consequences are naturally self-evident.
With Zhao Ying'er's cultivation qualifications, if she tried her best and still had a glimmer of hope of hitting the divine stage, even if she tried her best to make up for it at this time, it would be regrettable.
From Nascent Soul to Divine Transformation, I have to stand in the way of so many geniuses. If you want to successfully reach this step, courage and determination are sometimes more important.
Regarding this, even Zhao Shoushou, as a monk in the transformation stage, had nothing to do. Perhaps the only thing he could do was to regain the custody of her son and daughter for her.
At this time, Zhao Shoushou had officially left the customs. When he passed through some towns, he naturally knew everything about the competition between Peiling Gate and Black Iron Fort.
"Angry at his inability to fight and sad at his misfortune, Mr. Zhao finally tasted the taste of it."
"No matter how unsatisfactory Zhao Ying'er is, she is Zhao's direct bloodline after all. How can we allow you to be bullied like this?" At this time, Zhao Shoushou was extremely angry.
With the improvement of his cultivation level, there have been fewer and fewer things that can touch his emotional changes over the years, and the things that can make him care about are becoming fewer and fewer as he gets older. However, his only daughter must be his lover, and this will always be the case.
Nothing will change at all.
Along the way, Zhao Ying'er had not been with Zhao Shoushou much, and he had not even attended her wedding ceremony. The first impression given to all the monks must be that they did not have much affection or attention for these daughters.
However, only the monks who truly understood the situation knew how much Zhao Shoushou devoted himself to his daughter. In addition to the initial companionship, he also prepared almost all the treasures that could be used at critical moments.
The owner of Black Iron Castle just forced his son to divorce his wife. If they had some bad thoughts, they would definitely have an unforgettable memory in the end.
Every monk in the transformation stage can perform some spiritual consciousness separation techniques to create a clone with half the strength of his peak period without damaging his own strength and potential. The only function is to protect the closest people, and every
A monk in the transformation stage can only cast it once in his life.
When Zhao Shoushou succeeded in becoming a god, the first thing he displayed was this mysterious spiritual technique, and the target of it was naturally Zhao Ying'er.
With so many hidden truths, who can say that there is no father-daughter relationship between him and Ying'er? He doesn't pay enough attention to his daughter? He just doesn't have a deep understanding.
"The two sides of Peiling Gate and Black Iron Castle are fighting each other, but we and other casual cultivators can fish in troubled waters. For our generation, it is a matter of seconds."
"Because of the death of Patriarch Zhao, Black Iron Castle turned its back on anyone. These cultivator families are really dirty enough. It's a pity that an innocent and lovely female cultivator turned into a murderous monster."
"This is also normal. Hei Yijun is a master who has been among hundreds of flowers and never touched a leaf. When he got married to Zhao Ying'er, he was not willing to do so. It's a pity that he never received any support from his father-in-law."
"Hei Yijun is for his father-in-law, and Zhao Ying'er is for a handsome husband. The two are evenly matched, and neither one has to occupy the top."
Whenever he passed through a market along the way, various rumors would enter his ears. As a father, how could he hear it in one ear and out the other? The anger in his heart was also on the rise.
, all this reached its climax when he saw Zhao Ying'er in person.
Even though he understood the damage and changes she suffered in this incident through the descriptions in the market, he was still furious when he saw Ying'er's changes with his own eyes and could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
The anger of a cultivator in the transformation stage who has reached heaven and earth must be extinguished with blood, and the source of blood is and only the Black Family of Black Iron Castle.
A daughter who has been babbling in her father's arms since childhood, walking with faltering steps, and calling her father in a coquettish voice, seems to have turned into a completely different and extremely indifferent stranger. How could Zhao Shoushou not be angry?
There is a part of it mixed with indescribable heartache.
"Father, is it really you? Are you back?" After killing two golden elixir monks belonging to Black Iron Castle, Ying'er discovered his existence, and two lines of clear tears could not help but flow from her face.
It kept falling like a broken kite string.
Only in front of a father who is truly dependent on her can she behave like this, the normal state that a daughter should have.
"My father has been working hard all these years, and I have suffered a lot for you. Zhao Shoushou's daughter is not something that others can bully at will. So I will personally go to Black Iron Castle to seek justice for you." In front of his daughter, he will always protect him from the wind.
A big tree that won't fall down when it rains.
"This time also allows my daughter to see clearly who Hei Yijun is. All the consequences now are the price paid for the original choice. There is no need for the father to do this. However, I also ask the father to bring Ying'er's two children back to them.
With his qualifications, he will be able to take over his father's mantle in the future." After being moved for a while, Zhao Ying'er was very sober.
"Don't worry, if you go here for your father, you will definitely bring your two grandchildren back. Zhao's grandson, how can anyone else be qualified to train it? Your mother will stay with you until you return. You should tell her first."
"Before he finished speaking, Zhao Shoushou had turned into a stream of light and disappeared between heaven and earth.
At this time, Black Iron Castle was in the midst of a brand new grand wedding banquet, and the protagonists were the direct blood descendants of Hei Yijun and another monk in the transformation stage.
Deep in the Black Iron Castle, the two monks in the early stage of spiritual transformation were not at all interested in the grand marriage ceremony outside. Instead, they looked serious and were waiting for the arrival of some people.
"Can Black Iron Castle return the two children, a son and a daughter, to Peiling Gate? Otherwise, this matter will definitely be unsolvable."
"The matter has come to this, as long as we can understand the matter and have not suffered too much loss, everything is within the acceptable range."