When he saw Wang Lu slightly turned the muzzle of the cannon, Black's mind was in a trance, and fragments of the past always emerged in his mind.
Then, he suddenly remembered a sentence.
Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you will get.
This sentence was first circulated in the port cities of the Nine Regions. At that time, chocolate from the Western Continent had just begun to become popular in Nine Regions. The specious production method made the quality of chocolate very unstable. Similarly, a box of chocolate could have thousands of flavors. Therefore, some busybodies used this as a metaphor for life, which was actually quite appropriate.
When Black was young, he had heard this sentence.
At that time, he was still an ordinary cultivator in a port city. On a narrow island, he joined an immortal cultivation sect that relied on the sea for a living. A Foundation Establishment Master led seven or eight Qi Cultivating Stage disciples to fish and practice Qi all day long. His days were plain, but there was no lack of fun.
His Master was a good person. Although he looked fierce, his temperament was actually the most gentle. He was originally a fisherman who lived by the sea. One day, when he saw the sunrise on the sea, his heart was suddenly moved, and just like that, he stepped into the threshold of immortal cultivation. Then, while fishing, he also pondered some secrets of immortal cultivation. He had no Master, no resources. Purely relying on his perception and a little interest, he spent twenty years to enter the Foundation Establishment Stage and had some magical abilities. When the surrounding fishermen children saw him, they pestered him to learn, and he taught them everything he knew. For him, immortal cultivation was just a hobby. What he really loved was to sail a boat and cast a net on the sea to catch fish.
That was indeed a dream era for immortal cultivators. A fisherman with mediocre aptitude could obtain immortal fate in his daily life and open the path of immortal cultivation. But now, it was absolutely impossible. However, it was such an ordinary fisherman who changed Black's life and also changed the history of the immortal cultivation world.
Black followed the fishermen to learn immortal cultivation for several years. His outstanding aptitude soon made him surpass his Master. Many times, he, the disciple, had to take care of the Master. In this small sect, the Master and the disciple laughed and joked with each other, and they didn't care about it.
Many times, Black would think, what would happen if that kind of life continued? Would he leave that island one day, bid farewell to his lovely Master and fellow apprentices, and go alone to a bigger world, a wider heaven and earth?
Black himself couldn't give an answer, because he really couldn't remember what happened more than ten thousand years ago.
He only remembered that on that day, a huge storm suddenly arose on the surface of the sea. Huge waves that were hundreds of feet high rose on the usually calm surface of the sea. Dark clouds covered the sky, and there wasn't an inch of time left in the world. Lightning bolts flashed wildly between the clouds, illuminating the pitch-black sponge.
The fisherman master, who had lived by the sea for decades, had never seen such a spectacle. His intuition as a cultivator told him that this was not a natural phenomenon. Only a cultivator could cause such a change in the sky and earth. And to stir up such a storm near the coast, it was clear that they didn't care about the life and death of the port city by the shore … To everyone here, this was an imminent disaster. He brought his disciples to hide in the pirate's cave and activated the island's protective formation, waiting for the storm to pass.
Unfortunately, the fluctuations of the formation had exposed their existence. The two demons who were fighting fiercely on the sea soon found the island. One of them waved his demonic palm and flattened the island with one slap. When he raised his hand, the souls of the master and disciples on the island were between his fingers.
"Damn, I thought it was some kind of perfect tonic. I didn't expect the quality to be so poor. It's not even enough to fill the gap between my teeth!"
With a raise of his hand, he killed an entire sect. The demon was extremely dissatisfied and spat out a few curses. Then, he swallowed the souls in his palm. However, when he closed his bloody mouth, his arm trembled because of the attack of the opponent's magic, and a soul escaped.
The fish that escaped the net was Black.
Black couldn't remember what happened after that. He only knew that in the end, a righteous cultivator came to kill the demons and killed both demons. The river was clean and the sea was peaceful. However, the casualties that had been caused were irreversible … Black, who survived, was discovered by that cultivator. His soul was preserved, and later, he was given a body by chance, and everything was restored to its original state.
After that, his path of cultivation entered a new stage. That righteous cultivator came from a famous sect and had a huge amount of resources that the cultivators of the border port could not imagine. Black followed him all the way to cultivate, from the King Pill to the Nascent Soul Stage to the peak. In the hundreds of years that followed, his achievements were unimaginable.
However, he never experienced the simple happiness on the island again. Whether it was the King Pill or the Nascent Soul Stage, the growth of strength was just to achieve a simple goal: to survive.
Black could never forget the fear and panic when he and his master were trembling in fear in the cave of the island, waiting for the end of the tsunami. He also could not forget the despair when the island that he had been operating for many years was destroyed by a palm. He no longer wanted to be close to death. As long as he could stay away from death, he was willing to do anything.
And in this world, there was no better guarantee of survival than having strong strength. Doing good and accumulating virtue was just a joke. Hiding from the world was just deceiving oneself. The only way was to become stronger and stronger. It was just that the qualifications of a cultivator were limited. Not everyone could become stronger without limit. So what should he do? Of course, it was to follow the strong. As long as they were strong, they were worth following. No matter good or evil, there was no right or wrong. On that day on the island, the kind-hearted fishermen and cultivators were no match for the vicious devil, so they were completely annihilated. And the devil was no match for the righteous cultivators, so he was also beheaded.
The law of the jungle was the truth of the immortal cultivation world, and it had nothing to do with good or evil.
In addition, one must learn to occupy the righteousness, because righteousness was also a kind of strength. Those righteous cultivators often did things with righteousness, but did they really want to do things in a dignified manner? For hundreds of years, Black had seen many so-called righteous cultivators who did despicable things in the name of righteousness. Their way of doing things was even more heinous than those evil cultivators and devils, but because of righteousness, they were always successful. In Nine Regions, the evil path had never been able to overwhelm the righteous path. In the final analysis, it was because of the lack of righteousness.
Therefore, even if they did despicable things, they must do it in the name of righteousness.
Black never thought that his idea was wrong. Therefore, when the brilliant Sun Buping began to form a gang, he actively joined it. When Sun Buping revealed the truth and told everyone that the future enemy would be the Fallen Immortals … Black did not hesitate to abandon his original companions. A good bird chooses a tree to nest in, and the strong side was righteous. Since the Fallen Immortals were stronger than anyone else in Nine Regions, then of course, they were more righteous than anyone else.
Following the Fallen Immortals was far more righteous than being part of the resistance army. There was no doubt that following the Fallen Immortals was the right thing to do.
This belief supported Black for more than ten thousand years, until an ant named Luo Xiao destroyed it all. After making an unforgivable mistake, Black could be sure that his master, who had followed him all his life, would inevitably abandon him. Thus, the so-called righteousness of the Fallen Immortals that he had been following for more than ten thousand years was shattered.
What Fallen Immortals? What descending from the upper realm? Go to hell! As long as he could survive, he could do whatever it took. So what if he betrayed again? Perhaps in the future, the Fallen Immortals would eventually come to Nine Regions and turn everything into ashes, but as long as he could live for a quarter of an hour, it was worth it.
The only problem was Luo Xiao, who had never trusted him and held the power of his life and death. If this kind of person was not eliminated, his betrayal would be meaningless. He was still in a precarious situation, and his life was hanging by a thread. The other party was likely to kick him out after he lost his value, just like the Fallen Immortals.
Therefore, he must find a way to kill Luo Xiao. That baldy was cunning and cautious, so the general method would not work. Setting a trap in Netherworld Mountain was the best opportunity. Only he was familiar with the operation of the law there, so he could take advantage of the terrain to eradicate Canglan and Luo Xiao at once. He was the only one who could claim the huge credit. In this way, the previous killing in the Wanxian League could also be alleviated.
Unfortunately, although his design was good, it fell short of success. Luo Xiao was really a powerful character. In the Netherworld Mountain Immortal Trap Array, he took advantage of the terrain to make a desperate fight, but he failed to really suppress him. Later, when Luo Xiao caught his breath, the series of performances did not leave any room for Black to fight back. Thus, the hero became a spy, and the road to life became a road to death. How ironic!
When he thought about it carefully, this was really his own fault. He betrayed everyone, so he was betrayed by everyone. Wasn't this the most appropriate ending?
It was just that, he was really not reconciled!
He didn't want to die, and he didn't want it to end like this. There were still too many things to do, so how could he stop here!
"I …"
Facing the muzzle of Wang Lu's cannon, Black's body trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth to say the last sentence. However, at this moment, the muzzle suddenly moved away, revealing the bright smile on the face of the giant Divine Weapon.
"Hahahaha, congratulations, you have successfully passed our final round of interview with this rich face!"
“！！？”
"You don't understand? In fact, the reason is very simple. For a three-surnamed slave like you to seek refuge, we must be very careful. Although many of what Luo Xiao said just now were false accusations, as a hypothesis, we can't find any reason to refute it. Perhaps you are really playing the trick of injuring yourself to gain confidence, or perhaps in Netherworld Mountain, Canglan is really taking the opportunity to recuperate. We can't make a conclusive judgment, so we have to make the situation a little more complicated. "
At this time, Black also gradually regained his ability to think.
"So, you cooperated with Luo Xiao to put on a show, to test my reaction?"
"And the results are still satisfactory … Not to mention, I had already blasted through the Netherworld Mountain with one shot, but you didn't even look at it. If you are said to be a warrior who adheres to lofty ideals, this performance is really a little unreasonable. "
Luo Xiao also sneered. "Until the last moment, he is thinking about his own life and death. Such a person, in a sense, is more reliable. As long as we control his life and death, we can ensure his loyalty. "
Black was silent for a long time. "So, I have passed?"
"Yes, you have passed. Welcome to the warm family of the Wanxian League. However, of course, in view of your previous performance, we can't give you the treatment of a formal member."
Luo Xiao stretched out his hand. "Originally, he has been my dog. I suggest that we let him start from a dog. I will shoulder the responsibility of the owner, how about it? "
"Except for you, I'm afraid no one is interested in raising this dog." After Wang Lu finished speaking, he looked around again. "Hey, what's with the expressions of the few Supremes? After listening to us for so long, you still haven't figured out what happened? This comprehension seems to be a bit too low. "
The few Supremes looked at each other. After a while, Zhuri sighed. "Kuqin, that guy, left early. It was a wise choice."
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