On the Motian Cliff, the summer sun is warm, the breeze is rustling, and the leaves are swaying slightly, breaking into tiny spots of light all over the ground.

Not far away, a waterfall several feet wide hangs densely.

The flowing water rushes onto the smooth big stone, bursting out crystal clear, shining brightly under the sunlight.

Under the waterfall, the water flows overflows a pile of rocks, gathers into a small pool, and then flows crookedly into the distance, turning into a small stream.

By the stream.

A blue boulder suddenly sat down.

On the stone, a lonely young man sat.

He has a face that makes the world jealous and crazy, as if a knife and axe were cut. Just one glance was enough to make people remember him, and then unconsciously amazed in his heart.

He has been sitting here for a long time.

Even he could hardly remember how long he hadn't moved.

Three days, five days, ten days, or one hundred days.

Time seems to have become a boring symbol.

He just stared blankly at the water ahead, the mountains ahead, and the stones ahead...

Everything in front of him.

His long black hair was not taken care of for too long, and he just let it grow on the boulders at will, noisy, but it still seemed like the softest silk in the world, brightly black.

He only wore a loose black brocade robe, with a little slid off his shoulders, revealing his delicate collarbone. It was smooth and strong, as if the white marble chest was faintly visible, and a slender blood mark could be seen.

Just like a perfect piece of porcelain, there are many flaws that should not have.

The bloodstains are very long, extending diagonally from the clavicle and entering the heart.

At this moment, drops of blood were still seeping out of the blade, just like the initial appearance of the wound.

This is a very quick knife left behind.

Faster than his sword.

But he survived because the master of the knife did not want to kill him.

The breeze blew, and a long strand of hair on his forehead blew into his eyes.

It's like a signal.

So the wind suddenly stopped in the distance and did not dare to offend the slightest.

The sound of water under the waterfall disappeared, and the cicadas and birds naturally turned into silence.

Then, the light in the sky was swallowed up.

Suddenly, it seemed as if countless mirrors were broken at the same time, and a sword light penetrated the distance of the space and suddenly disappeared in front of it.

And then the next second.

clang!

A sound of gold and iron fighting sounded behind the man in black robe.

Another man gently caught the sword light with one finger.

"Qianye, your sword is faster."

"I still can't defeat you."

The man in black robe was suddenly Qiye who was trapped on the Motian Cliff facing the wall. His expression was faint and he was not frustrated by his failure.

"Haha, I'm waiting for you to become the second Xie Shisan."

With a chuckle, Qiye raised his head and saw the air rippling in front of him, and then a figure slowly condensed and formed.

If Qiye's appearance is already the ultimate in the world, then the person in front of him is no longer an ordinary person.

No word can describe his charm.

Whether it is a man or a woman, she will feel crazy when she sees this face.

He is so beautiful!

He is so handsome!

Two different feelings were perfectly integrated on one face.

If he wants, he can seduce any woman or man in the world.

Yin and Yang gain a strange symbiosis in him.

He is the supreme emperor of the Demon Sect - Dongfang Taiyi.

Dongfang Taiyi is the oldest myth of the Demon Sect to this day. It is said that he is a person of the same generation as the Demon Emperor, and he is more than a hundred years older than Wuju Supreme.

He is also the true creator of the original lineage among the eight demon veins.

However, the original saint master of the primitive lineage was not in sufficient realm, and he could not understand the ultimate secret of martial arts from Dongfang Taiyi. He could only go to the evil path and find another way, combine the principles of yin and yang with the affairs of men and women, and finally imagined to achieve transcendence like the supreme Eastern master.

It’s a pity that the primitive lineage has been passed down for so many years, not to mention reaching the realm of the Eastern Taiyi, it has become more and more distorted, and paying more attention to the affairs of men and women. The ultimate principle of transcendence of yin and yang is left behind.

In a simple sentence, it is most important to have fun with yourself.

"You have left this knife in my heart. You haven't been here for a long time?"

Qiye asked lightly, but unconsciously touched the blood marks on his chest.

As he gently stroked it, the blood marks magically disappeared inch by inch.

In fact, even if Qi Ye's great master body is left with some scars on his body, it will disappear due to his strong recovery power due to repeated metabolism.

But this blood mark has remained for a long time, and it was even bleeding just now.

It was just because the bloodstain contained the sword intent of a mythical warrior.

As he smoothed the bloodstains, it meant that he defeated the mythical warrior's sword intent.

Of course, it's just a weakening version.

After all, this knife is like a rootless duckweed and will continue to weaken over time.

Seeing Qiye solve the knife intention he left so easily, a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Supreme Dongfang.

"I feel more and more that my decision is right. Protecting you is perhaps the most correct decision I have made in the past hundred years.

Do you know? You are like an endless treasure, surprise me all the time.

No matter how strong the pressure I put on you, I always feel so light and underestimated in front of you, as if there is never a limit.

I take back what I said just now, you won’t be the second Xie Shisan.

You will become a more powerful warrior than Xie Shisan."

Hearing such praise from the myth, Qiye didn't even have a slight fluctuation on his face.

In fact, even Qiye will inevitably feel a little proud in his heart if he can get the recognition of a myth.

However, when he first asked the Supreme Oriental to save him, even if he had been in another hundred years, he felt that he would not forget the scene.

...

"Thank you."

On the hospital bed, Qiye, who woke up seriously injured, saw the handsome Oriental Supreme smile at him.

"You're welcome."

The Supreme Oriental turned his back to him, put his hands behind him, and looked up at the roof ceiling forty-five degrees.

"I just don't want to see such a perfect face ruined."

"There are not many beautys worth my guarding in this world, your face is one."

"By the way, the first ancestor of the Huajian Sect was my second disciple."

At that time, Qiye thought that his strength was recognized by the Supreme Oriental, so he protected him from the Supreme Wuju.

But the Supreme Oriental gave him an answer that he didn't want to know at all.

Because of the face!

In love, his talent, his efforts, and his desperate efforts were finally defeated by his own face.

He was a little confused at that time.

Later, as we got along, Qiye also discovered that the supreme Eastern master was very cold at first sight, and was as perfect as the sacred in the sky and should not be blasphemed.

But his heart is the most ordinary person.

He will be happy, angry, unhappy, depressed, crazy, and sometimes even act coquettish, coupled with the powerful charm of both men and women.

Qiye almost couldn't control him and regarded him as his second friend.

Unfortunately, his heart was too cold and too small, and he could only tolerate a delicate warmth.

He also asked the Supreme of the East why he was so unique.
To be continued...