After the apprenticeship, I became a hater

Chapter 132 "No one can touch him"

"You were born to be the best inheritor of the ruthless Taoism. You don't have the seven emotions and six desires. Regardless of your teacher, relatives and friends, you are the dust of your eyes."

"Luo Wuchen, I want you to be clean-sighted."

"I want your Dao heart to be unbreakable, and you will be devoted to Dao."

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300 years ago, the old head of the Zetian Sect retreated for a hundred years just to break through the tribulation, but for some reason he chose to leave the customs at the last moment and gave up the advancement.

Everyone in Zetianzong was puzzled and asked why.

"I have retreated for a hundred years, and I have never touched the edge of the Dao, but I have deduced that there will be catastrophe in the world of cultivation."

After the old suzerain said, he brought back a young child from the secular world.

It is said that when the son was born, there was a vision in the sky, and nine thunderbolts split the sky. At that time, the secular world was experiencing three years of heavy rain and floods. His father thought it was unknown and put him in a basin and threw him into Luoshui.

Luoshui is the source, and Haiyan River is clear.

The old suzerain sighed: "This catastrophe is closely related to this son, a blessing and a misfortune..."

Looking at his youngest son from Zetian Zong, Fang Jue was born with a Dao bone, and he was born to be the most suitable for practicing the Ruthless Dao.

"All disasters in the world are caused by desire, and only by cutting off emotion and desire can one achieve perfection without desire."

The old suzerain took him as a disciple, named him Wuchen, and passed on his Taoism.

A hundred years passed away suddenly, and the old suzerain's life span was up. When he fell, he urged in every possible way, "Remember, the heart of ruthlessness cannot be broken."

Because of the prophecy of the old suzerain, the Zetian sect respected and feared Luo Wuchen who could influence the fortune and misfortune of the cultivation world.

When he was worried, the elders of Zetianzong who were also proficient in numerology calculated that Luo Wuchen's love disaster was approaching.

Zetianzong felt like facing a formidable enemy from top to bottom, and searched almost the entire secular world before finding Xie Wan who was wandering on the street.

In order to prevent Jian Zun Qingjie from wandering outside and causing troubles, the successor suzerain of Zetianzong ordered Gu Lin who found Xie Wan to bring him back to the sect.

Xie Wan didn't know his own fate, but saw that the disciples who entered the Zetian Sect with him were selected one by one and became the official disciples of the Zetian Sect.

Including those young masters who look down on Xie Wan's status as a beggar, "I don't know what kind of luck this guy has been able to be brought to the Zetianzong, but his good luck has come to an end here. Little beggar, even being a disciple of sweeping is a high climb."

The young Xie Wan didn't understand why those disciples belittled him, obviously he never offended them.

Xiao Xiewan felt extremely wronged, tears rolled in his eyes, and he insisted not to let them fall. He knew that he would not get comfort and pity when he cried, but would only get more merciless ridicule.

So he held back his tears, stared at his red eyes, and said harshly in a hoarse voice, "What's so great about you, I will be better than you, just wait and see!"

The group of disciples claimed to be noble, and a beggar made fun of him, so he made fun of it. Unexpectedly, this lowly beggar couldn't recognize his own identity, let alone say it, and he didn't know that he was superior to them.

Just as he was about to teach him a lesson, he saw a cultivator in white suddenly appear in front of Xie Wan.

"That's him?" Luo Wuchen looked down at Xie Wan.

He was obviously trembling with fear, but he barked his teeth and claws to issue a warning.

It looks like a fierce, bluffing kitten.

The handsome face was reflected in Xie Wan's wet eyes.

He looked at Luo Wuchen's straight eyebrows and perfectly shaped thin lips, and he was stunned.

It's so beautiful.

It was even more beautiful than the gods he had seen in picture books.

Brother Shenxian asked him: "Would you like to be my disciple?"

Xie Wan opened his eyes slightly, but before he could react, he heard the elder in charge shouting, "Sword Master Ling Jue can't do it!"

Luo Wuchen raised his eyes, his light-colored pupils were cold, as if nothing in the world was worth entering into his eyes.

"Why not?" The voice was as cold as ice.

The elder in charge felt a chill in his heart at that glance, remembering the old suzerain's comment for Luo Wuchen, he was embarrassed and kept silent.

Sword Master...

Is he the Master Sword Master that everyone looks forward to?

He... wants to accept me as his disciple? !

Xie Wan opened her wet red eyes wide in fear, thinking that she was daydreaming.

Luo Wuchen looked at Xie Wan condescendingly, and asked him calmly: "Would you like to enter my Killing Peak."

When Xie Wan came back to his senses, everyone's eyes were fixed on him, and the group of disciples who laughed at him were overwhelmed by jealousy.

There is also the elder in charge, when he was being bullied, the elder just pretended not to see him, and when Luo Wuchen wanted to take him as a disciple, the elder came to stop him...

"I am willing!" Xie Wan clenched his fingers and looked at Luo Wuchen.

That was the first time Luo Wuchen saw Xie Wan, and it was also the first time he saw such a soft and weak creature.

A small ball that can be hugged in one arm.

Being held in his arms, the soft body carried a warm temperature that could almost melt him.

Zetianzong needs him, but also fears him.

Luo Wuchen, who practiced the way of ruthlessness, has no desires, thoughts and emotions, no joy or sorrow, he is the sharpest sword, the coldest snow, everything is dust to him.

Seeing that Luo Wuchen was determined to bring Xie Wan back to Killing Peak, the elder in charge turned pale with anxiety, and hurriedly ordered his disciples to arrange the remaining disciples, and went to find the suzerain himself.

Xie Wan clutched Luo Wuchen's skirt, her eyes were moist, her nose was red, blown by the wind, "...do you really accept me as your disciple?"

Luo Wuchen looked at Xie Wan's eyes that looked like he was about to cry, and blocked the wind in the void for him.

"Yes."

Tears rolled down Xie Wan's eyes and wet Luo Wuchen's fingertips.

Luo Wuchen stared blankly at the transparent liquid on his fingertips, a little at a loss.

"Are you sad?"

Xie Wan hugged his master's neck, "No."

"I'm happy." Xie Wan buried her face in his shoulder and neck, and the warm liquid soaked a small piece of clothing on his shoulder.

Luo Wuchen was silent for a while.

He had never seen a crying creature like Xie Wan, who would cry when he was wronged, and cry when he was happy.

But he doesn't hate it.

Luo Wuchen brought Xie Wan back to Killing Peak and kept it with him, and the area was 110 seven days.

Those who are ruthless don't know love, but Luo Wuchen gave all the tenderness to Xie Wan.

Luo Wuchen brought Xie Wan back to Killing Peak, and the elders and even the suzerain of the Zetian Sect came to look for him every day.

In the end, the suzerain warned Luo Wuchen: "Don't forget the sword master, Xie Wan is the fate of the sword master."

Luo Wuchen looked indifferent: "I have a sense of proportion."

The suzerain shook his head, "Your Dao heart is lacking."

Luo Wuchen's eyes froze, "Sect Master Mu, don't talk nonsense."

"You promised the old suzerain that you will not break your heart. I hope you will not break your promise."

"Jian Zun wants to keep Xie Wan by his side, there is nothing wrong with it." The suzerain changed his voice and seemed to give in.

He promised Luo Wuchen that as long as Luo Wuchen retreats for ten years and stabilizes his mind, he will stay with Xie Wan and take care of Xie Wan.

"If you're worried, you can appoint someone else to take care of Xie Wan."

In the end, Luo Wuchen was persuaded and chose Gu Lin as the candidate to take care of Xie Wan, and then retreated.

Those who are ruthless have no heart, so naturally they don't understand people's hearts.

After Luo Wuchen retreated, Xie Wan was bullied.

But Luo Wuchen didn't know anything.

Cultivators in retreat cannot perceive the outside world, but perhaps they sensed it somewhere. During retreat, Luo Wuchen smelled a strange sweetness.

Like some kind of flower that can't wait to bloom, it quietly reveals its fragrance in the night, it is not yet fragrant, especially green.

It is also like a fruit on a branch that is about to ripen. It is not yet fully ripe, but it can no longer hide its sweetness.

It only appeared for a moment, but a gap appeared in Luo Wuchen's Dao Heart.

Luo Wuchen left the customs early, but saw Xie Wan who was poisoned by insects, disfigured and limping.

Seven years is not a long time, but it is enough for a young child to grow up and undergo tremendous changes.

But Luo Wuchen still recognized Xie Wan at a glance.

Sweaty black hair, snow-white obscene clothes, misty eyes, and red and swollen lips from being bitten...

Luo Wuchen's eyes froze slightly on Xie Wan's face covered with black and blue lines.

"Don't look..." His little disciple noticed his gaze, lowered his head in embarrassment, and covered his face with inferiority, "...ugly."

"It's not ugly, Wanwan looks good." Luo Wuchen's eyelids were slightly closed, and his amber clear eyes looked at Xie Wan, as if he was talking about the truth of the world.

He said so, and he really thought so.

In his eyes, everyone's faces were blurred, and naturally he couldn't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness.

Only Xie Wan's face was clear.

It is pure white and flawless jade, it is smooth and delicate new porcelain, and it is the embodiment of all the beauty in the world.

But such beauty was destroyed.

The beautiful jade is free, and the new porcelain is cracked.

"Wan Wan has suffered." Luo Wuchen brushed the wet hair sticking to Xie Wan's side behind his ears, his tone was always cold, but his movements were full of pity.

Vaguely, Luo Wuchen had a vague feeling that maybe he made a wrong choice in agreeing to the Suzerain's retreat.

For seven years, he missed Xie Wan's growing up.

"Master..." Xie Wan's voice was full of tears, as if he was wronged: "Why did you come here?"

Luo Wuchen caressed the wet corners of the little apprentice's eyes with his fingertips, "I neglected you."

His little disciple has grown up, but he still loves to cry like when he was a child.

Luo Wuchen always had nothing to do with Xie Wan's tears, but at that time he didn't realize this, he just obeyed his instinct and punished everyone who bullied Xie Wan.

"I will vent my anger on you for the teacher."

Su Lianyi, Gu Lin, Mu Li, and even the elders who were indifferent to Xie Wan's bullying were all personally punished by Luo Wuchen.

Some elders who claimed to be high and powerful refused to accept it and clamored, "You actually did it for a humble—"

In Luo Wuchen's eyes without a trace of warmth, the clamor of the elder died down.

Luo Wuchen looked coldly at Sect Master Zetian who came to control the scene, "Sect Master Mu, you broke your promise."

Zongzhu Mu was dumbfounded.

"But Master Jian injured nine of my elders in a row, so he should vent his anger." Sect Master Mu said, "It's just a love calamity, so why should Master Jian make such a big move?"

"If I go to war, your elder is dead now." Luo Wuchen didn't show any expression on his face, he just said: "Master Mu, he is mine."

Xie Wan is his lover and his young disciple.

Xie Wan...

is his.

No one can bully his Xie Wan.

"No one can touch him."