Xia Yuan's eyes flashed over [Tyrant].

The information is self-evident:

Mind: As a tyrant, he should be cruel and barbaric, autocratic and unruly. If there is a rebel, he will suppress it with one force (completed)

——Strength 1: Suppression. As a tyrant, no matter how strong the resister is, you can temporarily gain stronger power and realm than him.

——Strength 2: Lock, lock a target, exert pressure beyond his power, and can identify him as a rebel. Once determined, it cannot be changed for a period of time.

——Power 3: Arrival, as a tyrant, the degree of arrival depends on the power and realm obtained.

When he was fourteen, he awakened a talent called [Tyrant].

Such talent destined him to be unable to continue to stay in Wuxin Sword Palace.

So, he brought some money and chose to leave without saying goodbye. He spent more than half a month leaving the Donghai Kingdom and traveling far away to a foreign country to complete the tyrant's state of mind.

Four years...

In four years, he completely consolidated the state of mind of [Tyrant] and killed a total of 100,000 powerful men.

He has no choice.

Because, if he does not consolidate the mind of this tyrant, there will be a demon of inner thoughts that will breed, whisper in the abyss in his heart, seducing him, completely turning his consciousness into darkness, falling into madness, and even mutating his body, becoming a monster.

Then, he succeeded.

Four years later.

The "consolidation of mind" of the tyrant's talent has finally been completed, which means that he no longer needs to immerse himself in the "tyrant" state of mind.

Just as he was about to return, new information appeared in front of the retina:

[Talent 2: Hermit (Consolidation of Mind - Four years)]

Mind: Be free in the mountains and fields, and be free in the downtown area. You do not seek fame and fortune, but follow your nature, understand the world, and avoid misfortune.

——Strength 1: Hiding deep, the hermit will always hide himself well. It is difficult to be discovered in the deep mountains or in the downtown area.

——Strength 2: Insight, hidden as deep as the sea, can distinguish good and bad luck, and can judge the good and bad luck of things related to yourself.

Xia Yuan drank a sip of fine wine. The wine was not drunk, but instead it penetrated into the internal organs, like a flame knife stirring. This was because the wine was not drunk and everyone was drunk. For a moment, he seemed to be confused and fell into some memories.

But he quickly shook his head and cleared all these memories. After all, it was all over and the dust was settled, right?

Then, he smiled gently: "Since I'm back, let's spend it with my master's wife, junior sister and younger brother. This is my home."

He drank the wine and took another jar, as if he was not satisfied. He took two more jars, and added ten kilograms of wine in front and back, and then watered it. Even the students who had broken the ground lock could not bear it. He burped, his cheeks flushed, and he leaned back into the cliff cave in the wind and snow.

Four years...

Four years of bloody days.

Four years of killing.

No day can I really close my eyes.

Every day he doesn't know who he will face. He doesn't ask about the other person's status or the other's realm. As long as he is an enemy, he will use his tyrant's talent to suppress it with all his strength.

Apart from killing, it is killing, but in this pure black, there is a gentle light that can make him melt...

If he is a tyrant, she is the queen of the king.

He grabbed his head and shook it, letting the gentle light go out. He opened his eyes and saw that the black stones on the dome of the cliff cave were still in sight.

"You let me live well and help you protect this country, but I am just a student with a three-level lock. How can I help you protect it?

That's why I didn't make a great oath of my inner demons, I'm sorry...

The only things I can guard are my junior sister and my master's wife. Although I don't understand who I have killed, at that level, if Wuxin Academy is involved, it will not even be considered an ant.

I will not involve Wuxin Academy in my past life.

Then, let’s live as an ordinary student. This book is also my identity, so let’s be a seclusion of a hermit.

Four years...

But what about four years later?”

This time...

The Nangong family came with malicious intentions, so he entered the Nangong family with his hermit talent, and directly locked in the strongest head of the Nangong family with his tyrant talent.

The head of the Nangong family is the first-rank Tianfeng rank, so he directly turned into the third-rank Tianfeng rank, and then descended to the world as a tyrant, and then killed the entire audience.

After killing, he escaped into darkness by using the hermit.

Come gently, walk gently.

No one knew that he had been here, killed or walked through.

The so-called hermit's state of mind is not hidden or hidden, but seeks poetic residence and natural liberation. However, if a little trouble can be avoided, it is natural best.

If you don’t reveal the mountains and rivers, you are not a hermit, but more like a politician. Therefore, the tyrant does not conflict with the hermit, but rather a sublimation of the mind and nature.

If you encounter a rebel or anger, you will be suppressed with one force and force to suppress it without any reason, which is for the tyrant.

But if you hide more, be free and easy, and feel more relieved, you will no longer force yourself to do it, that is the hermit.

In the past six months, Xia Yuan had been experimenting for a long time before he was freed from the metaphysical "hermit" and returned to Chiyue Mountain, thus accumulating some inner demons.

“It’s really sleepy…”

Xia Yuan leaned on the bed.

Here, he doesn't need to worry about the assassin coming out of the darkness, and everything.

But the figure was missing in front of the door, and I was a little uncomfortable after all.

"Ha...it's been half a year, aren't you used to it?" Xia Yuan smiled self-deprecatingly, his eyes blurred.

Just think it was a dream, now I'm awake.

Sleep until dawn.

The next day, the snow stopped.

The mountains are covered with silver, like wax figures, white snakes, dancing wildly.

Xia Yuan sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, sitting like a hermit in the clouds on the cliff.

"Brother, brother!"

Suddenly, Zhu Lingyun's voice came from the foot of the mountain.

Then a goose yellow cloud floated up from the snow-white area at the foot of the mountain and gently fell in front of Xia Yuan.

The little junior sister's cheeks were flushing, and her long legs were jumping lightly, showing her joy.

Xia Yuan said gently: "The snow has not melted yet, why did Master and Master's wife ask you to go up the mountain?"

The junior sister smiled and said, "Dad and Mom can't stop me from missing you."

Only then did Xia Yuan notice that the younger sister was no longer the little bean sprouts from four years ago, but like a freshly grown flower, with her hair hanging down and a small braid at the end. This made her look a little mature. She had some rouge dyed on her lips, and she smelled sweetly nearby.

The little junior sister took a walk, and her goose yellow skirt turned into a small round dance.

Xia Yuan smiled and said, "Your junior sister can actually flirt with me?"

The junior sister glared at the almond eyes, "Who flirts with you! You are my senior brother. I'll let you see if it looks good first. This is the first time I've applied rouge."

Xia Yuan teased, "It's not good-looking!"

The little junior sister's face suddenly sank.

Xia Yuan smiled and said, "That's weird."

The junior sister was happy again, shouting "Hate" in her mouth, and then raised her hand and hit Xia Yuan in the arm.

Xia Yuanle was so cute, the youngest sister was so cute, and she could even make her angry, so she hurriedly dodged. The youngest sister beat her for a while and continued to fight. The two of them ran after each other on the top of the mountain.

The junior sister was panting hard and shouting from afar: "Senior Brother, don't run! Don't run! I want to hit you."

Xia Yuan ran and looked back: "Catch up with me, I'll let you fight."

The junior sister gasped and shouted: "Stop, stop quickly!"

Ha ha...

After a while.

At the entrance of Bixiao Cliff, two young men in uniform climbed the snow-covered stone steps. They were fat and thin. The fat one was Zhu Juneng, the seventh junior brother who had to give Xia Yuan Baiyang Dan.

He was thinner, with a sharp look as sharp as an eagle, and his head was shaved neatly and flat, and his whole body was like a famous sword with a hidden edge, full of momentum. This was Xia Yuan's second junior brother, Bai Ao.

Both of them were carrying bamboo baskets. In the bamboo basket were rolls of martial arts, piled up into small hills. Under the bamboo basket, there were medicines wrapped in moisture-proof and thick oil paper, which were neatly discharged, with a total of thirty packs.

When Zhu Juneng saw Xia Yuan and his junior sister chasing, he showed a silly smile, then slowed down a little, even lowered his head, preparing to retreat. Seeing Bai Ao still going forward, Zhu Juneng whispered: "Second Brother, don't go, how long has it been since the eldest brother and the junior sister been together alone?"

Bai Ao stopped, frowned, and suddenly asked, "Lao Qi, can you be the eldest brother like this ridiculous look?"

Zhu Juneng was stunned and said in a daze: "Second Brother, what do you mean? You didn't receive the care of your elder brother at the beginning? Why did it change in a blink of an eye?"

Bai Ao whispered: "Emotion is emotion, and the academy is an academy, which is two different things."
To be continued...