The Great Enlightenment

The ancient city of Taichu, the Zhao family.

"Bastard!"

A crystal clear cup slammed into Zhao Xingyan's head, causing blood to ooze out of his jet-black hair in a short time.

Zhao Xingyan hugged a newborn girl tightly in his arms, and lowered his head to protect her.

The old man on the throne was furious and howled like crazy: "Zhao Xingyan, you unfilial bastard, you have almost lost the face of my Zhao family over the years, and today I brought back a wicked son who was born with ghosts. Why do not you go to hell!"

The rest of the people in the hall were all schadenfreude, looking at Zhao Xingyan with his head bowed and silent, secretly delighted in his heart.

Only a luxuriously dressed woman with tears on her face, fell to her knees with a plop, and sobbed: "Xingyan was also confused for a while, sir, please calm down, if you want to punish, punish me!"

The old man picked up everything at hand and slammed it at Zhao Xingyan. Zhao Xingyan didn't dare to avoid it at all, so he had to use his body to protect the girl in his arms. After a few breaths, his whole body was covered with There are bloodstains and wounds, bright or dark.

The Zhao family is an aristocratic cultivator that occupies one of the eight inner cities of Taichu. They are extremely well informed, but no matter what, they can't find where Zhao Xingyan went last night.

It was not until Zhao Xingyan appeared by the Xishui River holding the girl that the Zhao family's search for the eldest son all night gradually subsided.

When someone from the Zhao family asked about the girl's origin, Zhao Xingyan hesitated and couldn't say anything, but under the rumors of several servants in Tsing Yi that day, the girl gradually became the child of Zhao Xingyan and the ghosts on the banks of the Xishui River. The people of the Zhao family couldn't raise their heads in the ancient city of Taichu.

After scolding for a long time, the old man seemed to be a little tired. He sighed and looked at Zhao Xingyan, who was covered in bruises and bruises.

When Zhao Xingyan walked to the gate of the temple, the old man's voice came from behind him again.

"Go to the Zhao family's inner palace to find the director of Zhao Shi to get a few old maids who have been born and raised, get out."

Zhao Xingyan's bleak eyes trembled, but without turning his head, he whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "Thank you, Patriarch."

...

Another nightmare.

Zhao Yinyue opened her eyes and looked out through the window lattice. The eternal moonlight shone down and sprinkled a layer of silver light on the table and bed in the attic.

After getting off the bed and slowly pushing open the wooden door of the attic, the girl hesitated for a moment and walked towards another attic several dozen meters away under the darkness.

Although she was only five or six years old at this time, she was unusually sensible.

But even so, because of his humble status, he was still bullied within the main line of the Zhao family.

"Father."

Zhao Yinyue spoke softly.

The door opened slowly, and Zhao Xingyan's tired face came into view.

"Have you had a nightmare again?" Zhao Xingyan sighed reproachfully as he stroked the girl's hair with a generous palm, "It's all because of your father's fault that you have suffered so much grievance, sleep with me, I am here. A vigil for you outside the door."

For some reason, Zhao Yinyue's physique is very easy to attract the yin qi of heaven and earth. Over time, these yin qi of heaven and earth will turn into a nightmare and sneak into the depths of her soul, turning into a terrifying dream in the middle of the night, eroding and tormenting her mind.

Zhao Xingyan finally ignited the fifth-grade heart fire a few years ago, and broke into the realm of the heart fire and the mysterious.

But for Zhao Yinyue's sake, he waited outside his door almost every night, sucking all the yin from the heavens and the earth into his body, and his whole body was completely ruined. The final cultivation base of the first stage of the Profound Profound Realm.

Over the past few years, Zhao Xingyan's soul has gradually become dusty under the erosion of the yin of the heavens and the earth, and so far it is a sign of some dementia.

The girl stood quietly in place, and there was a mist of water in her clear eyes.

...

"A lowly thing is not even a human being, and you are also worthy of enjoying the food of the Spirit Valley!"

A luxuriously dressed girl twisted Zhao Yinyue's arm violently, and knocked her to the ground.

Ignoring the severe pain in her arm, Zhao Yinyue looked up at the bowl of spiritual rice that was thrown into the mud by the girl, crawled over tremblingly, and caught the spiritual rice mixed with the soil into the bowl again.

A gold embroidered thread forging shoe appeared in front of her eyes, stepped on Zhao Yinyue's pale and slender fingers mercilessly, and crushed it several times.

Zhao Yinyue lowered her head, her delicate little face was already full of tears, and from time to time a sharp pain could be heard from her fingers, but she still resisted making no sound.

The luxurious girl looked down at Zhao Yinyue's scattered black hair and crystal clear white earlobes. She felt more and more jealous in her heart, kicked Zhao Yinyue's left cheek fiercely, and said with resentment: "It's cheap. People, born so lowly, is it to seduce men? That's right, your mother is an extremely lewd and lowly ghost, you little bitch can't be any better!"

"stop!"

The clear man's voice came to her ears, the luxurious girl looked up, and a silk-clothed youth walked over quickly, glanced at Zhao Yinyue on the ground, and directly bent down to help him up.

"It turned out to be Young Master Ji," the girl snorted softly, "Young Master Ji is a guest in the Zhao family, so I'll give you a little face and spare this little bitch for the time being."

Ji Hong turned a deaf ear to her mean remarks, and just stared blankly at the girl in the snow-white dress, dazed.

Zhao Yinyue flicked Ji Hong's arm away, squatted down and picked up the spiritual rice grains in the soil into the bowl, and then left without looking back.

...

Zhao Xingyan's turbid eyes looked at the filthy white-skinned girl in front of him, and he couldn't help making a "hoho" sound.

Zhao Yinyue rinsed and washed the Lingmi in the bowl several times, and gently fed it into Zhao Xingyan's mouth one by one.

"Yue... Yue'er, eat... eat." Zhao Xingyan shook his hands and pointed to the few remaining spiritual rice in the bowl.

The girl shook her head, with a smile on the corner of her lips, and said, "I've eaten it."

Under the erosion of the yin qi of heaven and earth, the eldest son of the Zhao family almost lost all his sanity, and now the only person he barely knows is Zhao Yinyue in front of him.

...

Sixteenth year of departure.

"Li'er, when your true spirit memory awakens, you will be able to break through the five realms in a row, go straight through three calamities, and be ranked in the real realm of the Three Disasters Taiyi. At that time, you will be eligible to go to the East Sea of ​​Dongsheng Shenzhou and enter Zhaoming Mountain. Practicing with great concentration, for..."

The murmuring faintly echoed in his ears, Zhao Yinyue opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of confusion.

In recent days, there has always been a soft female voice entering the mind, but her words have never been finished, it seems that the time in the dark has not really come.