When the peach blossoms were in full bloom the following year, the boy received the first task he sent to assassinate the killer of the martial arts wolf, which was within three days.

The boy came back half a day late after completing the task and was fined a bloody whip.

The injury was very serious, and it took half a month to recover. After he recovered, he began to practice swords day and night, practicing internal energy, and seemed to have completely forgotten the issue of brewing wine.

Emperor Xiu occasionally remembered it, but he didn't care very much.

There are not many things in this world that can make him care about.

That winter, heavy snow was flying, and the mountains were covered with white everywhere. The boy excitedly went into the mountains to hunt snow wolf...

Is the wolf fur cloak very warm?

People who practice martial arts have deep internal strength and can keep the cold with true energy. Why do you need that kind of useless thing?

Standing on the top of the mountain, I saw the boy fighting with the wolf pack with hideous blood marks, and he was reluctant to escape just because of the two snow wolf hunted...

Somehow, anger arose from my heart. I ordered my men to rescue him, but I spit out cold and ruthless words on my lips: "I don't like the smell of blood. When will the heavy snow wash away your body, and when will it appear in front of me again?"

The boy was stunned on the spot, and then his expression quickly became displeased. He turned around and left without hesitation, allowing the boy to be surrounded by the heavy snow that was falling until he fainted without hesitation.

For six years, they got along with each other day and night.

This young man wandered in front of him all day like a shadow. When he looked at him inadvertently, the look and respect in his eyes was so eager that it could melt a thousand-year-old glacier...

It seems that all darkness can be hidden.

He doesn't like this feeling.

Too dazzling, too bright, it seems to burn the night...

So he destroyed the glory of the young man again and again, sent him to do those extremely difficult tasks again and again, picking out his mistakes and dissatisfaction with them again and again, and imposing harsh punishments again and again.

Until that light gradually faded and quiet.

Seeing the boy getting gentler and quieter every day...

Meekness and respect seemed to be a mask and put on his face, and he could no longer see the once fiery piety that was once as fierce as fire.

The Emperor Cultivator felt unhappy for no reason.

The past is like smoke.

I thought there was nothing worthy of his heart, but when I recalled it, I found that those little things always existed in my memory, as if it was yesterday, and I never had a moment or forgot it.

In the snow, a miserable boy was covered in miserable clothes, with a happy smile like a warm sun on the corner of his mouth, and now the scarlet blood stains in the back mountain...

It seemed that there was a scattered knot circling in my mind, which made the Emperor Xiu’s eyes rarely reveal a hint of confusion and deep thought.

Some things seem to be out of control. When I heard that Qin Shang's dead body was thrown into the back mountain, when I saw the blood stains... what was the strange and strange feeling in my heart?

The bloodstains ended at the entrance of the dense forest, with no footprints in the forest, and no signs of wild animals eating their bodies... So, Qin Shang should not be dead.

What is the purpose of the slightly relaxed emotions when I came to this conclusion?

But after a brief period of confusion, the only thought that came to my mind was-

Although no one guarded the back mountain, there were hidden formations everywhere on the mountain, which could quietly climb to the top of the Nine Pavilions. In the back mountain, no one was alarmed and a seriously injured Qin Shang was taken away...
Chapter completed!