Wen Ren'e rode a horse, holding the six-year-old little Yin Hanjiang in his arms, and took the road guide and slowly moved towards the border.

Little Yin Hanjiang raised his hand and touched the bandage on Wen Ren'e's face.

"Is it scary?" Wen Ren'e asked.

His face and hands were full of burns, which were caused by the young Wen Renwu himself.

The entire Wen family was executed, and Wen Renwu rushed back to the capital with the help of Marshal Wenren's old subordinates. He did nothing but collect the bodies of his parents.

His father's friends could not help him much, but could only prepare a fake identity for him, and asked him to go as far as possible, and never come back until the Wenren family was vindicated.

Wen Renwu was still a wanted criminal. In order not to cause trouble to others and to protect himself, he threw himself into the fire and burned his face. He left the capital quickly before his injury healed. When he passed the checkpoint just now, the officers and soldiers who did not believe that he had burns tore off the bandages, revealing his red flesh.

"Not scary." Little Yin Hanjiang huddled in his arms, thinking about how the young Wen Renwu spent that time.

He was the only one left in a family of loyal heroes. He was just a 15-year-old boy. Not long ago, he was naughty and made trouble in the general's mansion all day long. Now he had to hide his identity, suppress all his publicity and unrestrainedness, and burn his handsome face to face this malicious world alone.

A cultivator can heal any wound. When Yin Hanjiang met Wen Ren'e, he had been practicing for 200 years and his skills were extraordinary, like a god. Wen Ren'e was unmatched in the entire cultivation world. He demonstrated what it meant to be powerful. No one could imagine that he had such a past. Even if Yin Hanjiang heard Wen Ren'e occasionally mention the past, he could not associate the two.

Only at this moment, Yin Hanjiang understood more than ever that his master was not a god, but a flesh-and-blood person, and Wen Ren'e understood what pain was better than anyone else.

Little Yin Hanjiang tried to climb up, put his arms around Wen Ren'e's neck, raised his head and kissed Wen Ren'e's bandage, and whispered, "It hurts."

"What are you thinking about?" Wen Ren'e tapped Yin Hanjiang's head, "It was more than 350 years ago, how could it still hurt?"

In the soul sea, certain specific scenes cannot be changed, after all, they are things that have already happened. When Wen Renwu's emotions in the soul sea memory are too excited, Wen Ren'e will also involuntarily synchronize. But in such a blank time with a less profound impression, Wen Ren'e can keep a calm mind.

Little Yin Hanjiang said nothing, just buried his head in Wen Ren'e's shoulder, without saying a word.

They walked all the way for half a year before reaching the border. At this moment, the border town is no longer the border town of the past. The nine border cities have been ceded to foreign races.

"Back then, I knew I couldn't kill the dog emperor, so I ran to the border and sneaked into the nine ceded cities, hoping to assassinate the foreign generals, killing one at a time." Wen Ren'e said to Yin Hanjiang, "There is a halberd I often use in the general's mansion. I just want to go back to the border town, go home, and get my weapon back."

Little Yin Hanjiang's heart shrank.

He watched quietly as the young Wen Renwu did not take the recommendation letter to become a minor official, but relied on his martial arts to cross the city wall alone late at night. Wen Renwu ran hundreds of miles on his legs, and after several days and nights, he avoided the foreign army all the way and finally rushed back to the border town of the year.

The young Wen Renwu thought, go home. Although his family is gone, there are still traces of his life in the border town, as well as his weapons and the daughter's red wine that his parents hid for his sister.

But the night he arrived at the border town, he saw fire from afar.

He killed a lone foreign soldier, changed into his clothes, sneaked into the city, and saw an abandoned city in flames.

Doctor Li, Wang Huzi, and many other people he had seen were lying on the ground in a mess. The foreign soldiers found Wen Renyan's daughter's red wine in the general's mansion and were drinking it happily.

Wen Renyan was young and had no idea about marriage. She only knew that marrying was to find someone like a father to spoil her. She knew that her father loved to drink, so she especially treasured her daughter's red wine, thinking of digging it out and taking it back when she got married in the future. She also boasted to Wen Renwu that she had good wine all day long, which made Wen Renwu so

angry that he secretly dug her wine to drink. The wine that the little girl treasured like her life was wasted, and the wine jars were smashed on the broken door of the general's mansion and broke.

"Kill! Kill them! Burn them, make lamp oil, and light the eternal lamp!" Little Yin Hanjiang said beside Wen Renwu with a distorted face.

This is the memory of Wen Ren'e's soul sea. When Wen Ren'e falls into a certain emotion, Yin Hanjiang will be isolated from this world. If Wen Ren'e can see him, the people around him can see him. If Wen Ren'e can't see him, then other people can't see him either.

Wen Renwu didn't see Yin Hanjiang at this moment. He looked at the cruel scenes, holding his arms tightly with both hands, scratching his arms with his fingertips, and forced himself to endure.

Can't go, can't go! He is the only one left alive in the family, and he must survive. Killing a few people

is useless, only by surviving can there be a chance. He covered his eyes, turned around and ran away from the town, and fled to a deserted place, then he collapsed to the ground powerlessly, curled up his body, buried his head deeply in his arms, and made a wailing sound that was not like a human.

Little Yin Hanjiang watched his brother Awu from the side, and he could only watch.

He saw a man falling from the sky, standing next to Wen Renwu, and said in a condescending manner: "I was attracted here by the bloody smell of this town, and wanted to capture a few resentful souls to practice, but these dead people didn't have enough resentment. I thought I had made a wasted trip, but I didn't expect to meet such a good seedling like you."

Yin Hanjiang could see that this was a demon cultivator, and a demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.

Hearing someone suddenly talking, Wen Renwu quickly put away all his sadness, raised his head and said coldly: "Who are you?"

"To you mortals, I should be regarded as a god, hahahaha!" The demon cultivator smiled arrogantly and said to Wen Renwu, "What do you think? Do you want revenge? I have a set of killing skills here, which is different from the way I practice. It would be a pity to lose it. I just need someone to try it. Do you want to practice?"

Wen Renwu actually refused. He said: "No matter how high my personal martial arts are, I can't defeat thousands of troops. My martial arts are high enough, and I don't need yours."

"Hahahaha! With just your little external martial arts?" The demon cultivator coaxed, "Swords and knives have no eyes on the battlefield. No matter how high your martial arts are, you will die. This method is different."

"I won't become your apprentice." Wen Renwu is not stupid. The successive experiences made him very defensive.

"I don't need you to become my disciple. I just want to see the power of this mental method." The demon cultivator said, "Look at what is written in the general outline of this mental method. The way of killing is the supreme mental method of the demon path. Those who have mastered it will become the number one killer in the demon path, and no one in the world of cultivation can defeat them. Tsk tsk tsk, what a boast! There is one more sentence at the end. Throughout the ages, there have been more than a thousand people who have practiced this method, but no one has cultivated it to the Nascent Soul stage

. No one has cultivated it to the Nascent Soul stage and dares to boast that the demon path is supreme? Why don't I believe it?" "How about it, do you want it? If you want it, just hand over a drop of blood." The demon cultivator threw the book in front of Wen Renwu.

The demon cultivator opened the first page and placed it in front of Wen Renwu. He was attracted by the mysterious mental method recorded in it at a glance. After reading a few lines, the demon cultivator closed the book and spread his hands maliciously to Wen Renwu.

"I won't hide it from you. I can use this drop of your blood to control you. If you successfully form a baby, I can take your Nascent Soul and switch to the way of killing. If you fail to form a baby, you will not be able to survive the heavenly tribulation and die, and I can dig out your golden elixir to make an elixir." The demon cultivator said, "But no matter which point, you have enough time to improve your strength and take revenge. How about it?"

Wen Renwu hesitated for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand, offered a drop of blood, and took the book.

The demon cultivator smiled and flew away. Wen Renwu saw that the man could actually fly, so he held on to the mental method that man gave him even more tightly. His face was distorted, and his eyes were full of haze.

"Brother Wu." Little Yin Hanjiang hugged Wen Renwu's legs tightly. No matter how he shouted, he couldn't wake up the master.

"Don't worry, it's okay, it's all over." Wen Ren'e put down the book, bent down and picked up little Yin Hanjiang, tapped his forehead and said, "It's just a memory. It happened more than 300 years ago. Am I not alive and well now? And that mental method is indeed as the demon cultivator said. Those who practice it have the strength of one hundred."

Unexpectedly, little Yin Hanjiang hugged him and murmured, "Wu, my Wu."

Not the master, but Wu.

At this moment, Yin Hanjiang was feeling sorry for Wen Ren'e. It was not the reverence that he had in the past, nor was it the loyalty of a subordinate to protect his master, but he wanted to use his small body to protect Wen Ren'e and block the endless malice in this world for him.

"Don't cry, Awu didn't even shed tears." Wen Ren'e touched little Yin Hanjiang's head and unexpectedly found that the scars on Yin Hanjiang's face and body had disappeared.

Doctor Li had said before when treating little Yin Hanjiang that if the child was not cured, he would definitely have scars and his legs would be lame. This is only Wen Ren'e's soul sea, not Yin Hanjiang's. If Yin Hanjiang wanted to recover, he could have recovered. But he didn't. He was just like Doctor Li said, ugly and lame, gloomy, rarely spoke, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Who knew that his injuries would heal automatically now? Wen Ren'e looked at his smooth little face and asked, "Why did it suddenly heal?"

Yin Hanjiang touched his face, also puzzled. He didn't have any idea of ​​wanting to recover, but he slowly recovered without knowing it.

Neither of them understood. Wen Ren'e thought about it for a long time but still couldn't understand. He touched Yin Hanjiang's head and said, "It's great that you are recovering."

He looked at Yin Hanjiang intently, and felt the emotions of the past again. Wen Ren'e finally understood why he left Yin Hanjiang on the mountain and ignored him after saving him.

Yin Hanjiang was an unfulfilled vow to him. The moment Wen Ren'e picked up Yin Hanjiang, the dusty memories of the past awakened, evoking the pain in his heart. History repeated itself in front of him. Looking at this young child, he didn't know how to comfort him.

All Wen Ren'e could do was give him everything he didn't have. A healed body, a safe environment, an absolutely safe mind method, a sword that can enhance strength. And... a border that was already stable when Yin Hanjiang became an adult.

So he put on his armor again, for his own realm that he had not been able to improve for a long time, and also to make a child no longer hate the world.