All living things were like straw dogs, and life was like grass.
In the vast universe, time flowed endlessly in the wilderness. The clouds were white and the sky was gray. The world was like grass that was blown away by the wind. How many people could truly control their own destiny? Was God in control of this world? Was it God who judged all things, or was it an unknown mystery? The world is in chaos, and there are endless battles. The battle between good and evil sects. After a thousand years, look back and see what you left behind. It would always return to nothingness. No matter how busy the streets were, there would always be times when it was quiet. His once stubborn face could no longer be flamboyant. The riot of the Beast God, the calamity of the Ghost King, and the Qingyun Sect's mountain gradually recovered. The injuries in the hearts of the Qingyun Sect disciples and the weakness in the depths of their souls had recovered?
Green Cloud Mountain was always green, and the scenery was pleasant. The back of Big Bamboo Peak was densely covered with black bamboos. Small Bamboo Peak was famous for its " Full Moon ", one of the Six Sceneries of Green Cloud, and Tear Bamboo was a unique species of Small Bamboo Peak. In the entire Green Cloud Mountain, only these two areas had the most bamboo. Other plants grew in the other few areas. As for the Qingyun Sect, it was at most an unknown grass. In fact, it had been like this for so many years. When people walked past, the ground was bare. There were no footprints on the grassy road. No one knew how far the grass had to go to find the way home. How far was the road home for a blade of grass? How far was the road home for those lost people in the world? Who was missing in the distance? So many inaudible sounds of wind and rain filled the grass. Were those things that had gone far away and lost their way also deliberately hiding in the depths of the grass, waiting for those who could not see them? The grass buries everything in the depths of the earth, entrusting its thoughts to the earth for collection. It was not like a human, who hid his thoughts and guarded against each other. The human heart was sinister, and everyone was on guard against each other. Endless battles and inexplicable massacres, clinging to his own desires, and becoming a crazy slave of desire. A blade of grass was deep in the soil, thinking and smiling in the shallow soil. There was no place more tranquil than the depths of the earth. There was no place richer than the depths of the earth. You could find all sounds and colors. Grass came from the depths of the soil. A blade of grass remembered the path it came from. What about the people? Playing in the martial world, wandering the world, living in seclusion in the mountains. Which was the pure land, which was the paradise, or the Jade Forest Fairyland? With people, there will be fights, and with people, there will be Jianghu. How can you quit? Daoists pursued longevity, and the true mystery of longevity had not been found, but the disputes in the world had never stopped. How many people could let go of the conflict between good and evil and the differences between sects? The most painful thing for a hermit, the forerunner of an era, was not being understood by others. He was labeled as a traitor and an outcast. The world ridiculed him ferociously, and his fellow disciples doubted him. Buddhism's cultivation method was to jump out of reincarnation and enter the Elysian World as soon as possible. It helped people get rid of their desires and obsessions, and their lives were created by themselves and their hearts. If Buddhists couldn't see through reincarnation, how could they help people escape the sea of suffering?
Hidden dragon in the clouds, hidden moon in the cold palace.
The wind blows the vicissitudes of life, and the earth nurtures heaven and earth.
The stars changed, and the Great Dao disappeared.
The moon was cold, and the clouds were cut by the breeze.
The sun rose and set, and Mount Tai was calm.
Reincarnation is impermanent, floating grass.
The lights in the ancestral hall were dim, and in the darkness, an inexplicable fear and gloominess enveloped the surroundings of the ancestral hall. It was as if there was an endless ghostly singing and a crazy low roar. The flames flickered and drifted. A wordless memorial tablet stood in the middle. Even in the daytime, the ancestral hall was still dark. The sunlight seemed to never shine into the ancestral hall, and a strange aura filled the surroundings. What kind of secret was hidden in the ancestral hall? The Ancestral Hall had always been a forbidden area of the Qingyun Sect. Only the Sect Leader had the right to enter. Lin Jingyu was still guarding the Ancestral Hall. Only this place could be considered untainted by the aura of the secular world, and its former glory had fallen. Who would remember who? Who had forgotten who? Who in this world could be trusted? What kind of world was this?
Perhaps the world needed a dream, a dream that could allow one to escape from the world without waking up. Intoxicated people wanted to be intoxicated and forget, while crazy people wanted to dream of the eternal and bloodthirsty king. They weaved all kinds of stories together, but some people enjoyed it outside the story. Some felt it in the story.
Lin Jingyu gently stroked the Dragon Slaying Sword with his finger. The Dragon Slaying Sword was silent. It was unknown whether it was because it understood its master's lonely heart or because it was inexplicably afraid that something had lost its spirituality. His deep, bloodshot eyes stared at the foot of the mountain. The Jade Pure Palace seemed to have dimmed a lot. Lin Jingyu had always admired Wan Jianyi, the old man who swept the ancestral hall. As for his identity, he was not very clear. It was he who had brought him into another realm of cultivation, and it was his fatherly care that warmed his lonely heart. Lin Jingyu had wanted to call him " Master " many times, but in reality, Wan Jianyi was half a father and half a teacher to Lin Jingyu. Qingyun Sect's Lin Jingyu only had a few relatives. Originally, Daoist Priest Cang Song had betrayed Qingyun. Zhang Xiaofan, his only brother, had also fallen into the demonic path and killed his closest person. Fate was unpredictable, and heroes were doomed. The ancestral hall seemed to be a refuge, the final resting place of the unknown senior of the Qingyun Sect.
Time flew back to a night decades ago, the night that had decided everything…
In a trance, in the depths of the sky, a bolt of lightning flashed past, piercing through the darkness of the long night. It turned into an incomparably huge sword of light that descended from the sky. It was so dazzling that it was impossible to look at it directly, piercing straight into the depths of one's heart.
Then, a strange moon with a strange silver light rose from the dark sky and hung high in the distant sky.
At that moment, his mind was completely blank. He had forgotten everything. Only his gaze was still staring forward, behind that white light.
It sounded like a low and resentful voice. Someone was crying softly, but then a familiar voice laughed. A young voice cried and finally began to cry.
For some reason, he held his breath!
She felt inexplicably nervous, but her heart was beating so fast. It was as if there was wind in her ears, but she could not feel her own existence. It was as if a pair of eyes were exploring and looking around. Finally, she saw…
It was a small village with a dilapidated grass temple behind it.
"Have you given birth?" A man's voice asked anxiously.
"She gave birth! The mother and son are safe. It's a boy!" The midwife's voice was filled with laughter as she said loudly,"Congratulations!"
" Hehe, hehe…" The honest man smiled honestly. There was some comfort and joy in his simple and honest feelings. The next moment, he saw the crying boy, the child nestled in his parents 'arms.
"What should we name it? His father!" Her mother was a little weak, but she still had a happy smile on her face.
His father thought for a moment and said," We don't know how to read. I think the most knowledgeable person in the village is Mr. Lin, who teaches at the east end of the village. Isn't he the one who gives names to the children in the village? Why don't we ask him to give us a name?”
His mother nodded and his father left. Not long after, he walked in from outside the house with a smile on his face. He held a note and said,"Mr. Lin said that for a family like ours, the most important thing is to stay safe and live a good life. That's why he wrote three words on it.”
"Oh, a learned man is indeed different," said the mother happily."What name did he give our son?”
The father took the note to his mother's side with his rough hands and hugged his mother and the sleeping child with his arms. He lowered his voice as if he had incomparable respect and love for these three words. He whispered,
"Zhang, Xiao, Fan…"
"Boom!"
There was a clap of thunder in the sky, and rain fell from the sky. His entire body suddenly trembled, and he panted heavily!
It was raining outside the house, and the sky was as black as ink. The Green Cloud Mountain in the distance was shockingly ferocious. In the bitter rain that filled the sky, the father and mother hugged each other. Their peaceful faces were filled with smiles as they looked at the child in their arms...
He wanted to shout but could not make a sound. Thousands of words echoed in his mind, but in the end, they only turned into two words: "Father, Mother!"
The rain seemed to fall on his face, and it was bone-chilling.
The illusory moon in the sky flickered with a faint light.
"Bang!"
A stone flew down from the sky, as if it had passed through his body and landed behind him. The sky had become clear at some point, and a group of children were running in the village, laughing loudly and playing…
Xiaofan was an ordinary person, but he had a chaotic life. The tree wanted to be calm, but the wind did not stop. People were not intentional, but fate always fooled them. The ancient inheritance, the call of the mission, and the awakened soul were destined to have a bad fate. An ordinary life was ultimately an extravagant hope for him. A promise that could not be fulfilled, a person who adhered to his faith...
Jingyu, the astonishing feather of light, the dazzling sharpness, the momentum like a dragon, indomitable, endless fighting spirit, an unyielding warrior. He would be so silent, living in the ancestral hall for the rest of his life. The boundless territory of the East China Sea was waiting for him to explore. Penglai and the Yama Island were quietly calling. Come, come, my child…
The two of them were destined to be intertwined for life…
The two people from Cao Miao Village were the only ones who survived and entered the Qingyun Sect together. Who could soothe the sorrow in her heart? The two of them depended on each other for survival. For him, they risked their lives to save his brother. Once upon a time, they met in the Death Swamp and were sworn enemies. In the ancestral hall, he watched as the old man closest to him left him. The life and death battle in the Mirage Moon Cave Abode was intense, and the two of them completely parted ways. Was he still his brother? Why did the people closest to him leave him one by one?……
His entire body trembled, and an indescribable grief and indignation surged up from the depths of his heart. He could not help but roar towards the sky.
When did the sky turn dark again?
There was wind and rain, quietly falling!
"Master, what should I do? " Tell me, tell me…" She sobbed softly. The once strong figure slowly fell down and was also so weak. He clenched his fist and the bones made a soft sound. His nails dug deep into his flesh, and a striking red mark was particularly eye-catching. Dark red blood dripped down in a strange arc, slowly flowing toward the ancestral hall. The blood made the shadow in the darkness extremely excited. It roared again, but Lin Jingyu curled up on the ground and did not notice anything strange...
"Why have I been cultivating all my life? He thought that he could take revenge for the destruction of Caomiao Village one day. Unexpectedly, the culprit of the bloody case more than ten years ago was actually a Buddhist monk. More than ten years ago, the incident at Yuqing Palace not only injured Zhang Xiaofan, but also his brother who slaughtered the village. What he didn't expect was that the other indirect culprit of this murder was Daoist Priest Cang Song, who had raised him for more than ten years. Fortunately, he had not found out yet!
The Dragon Slaying Sword was the immortal sword used by Wan Jianyi in the past. He hated evil all his life and liked to wear white clothes. Dragon Slaying Sword was a ten-thousand-year-old green crystal from the southern border that took six years to form. On the day the sword was formed, there would be thunder in the sky and rain like dragon blood, so it was named: Dragon Slaying.
When he was young, he entered Changmen Tongtian Peak and was favored by a wise master. His talent was extraordinary and there was no need to mention his amazing talent. He and the disciples of Changmen at that time were known as the two heroes. They destroyed demons and demons and were unwilling to be left behind. They often cut evil paths under the sword. Green crystals dripped blood and white clothes stained red.
At that time, he was favored by all the beauties of Qingyun. He declared that the author was nothing more than a small bamboo and a water moon. He was proud and frosty. However, his heart seemed to be unmoved, and he treated the water moon as a friend or sister, not to provoke the world of mortals.
At the time of the completion of Tao, Qingyun gathered the seven meridians to meet Wu. He used his weapon to kill the dragon's power to subdue all the talents. Finally, he became famous. At that time, people exclaimed: The head of the Qingyun could be said to be a genius.
The martial arts meeting was held in full swing. Qingyun used the intention of tempering to make his disciples eliminate demons in the southern border. Wang Wangong was unwilling to be behind others. At that time, there was no one who could stand side by side with him except Daoxuan. However, Daoxuan was ordered to stay in Qingyun. It was Wang Wangong who led Qingyun's heroes to go there.
What no one knew was that on the night before they left the mountain, something strange happened. The two of them went to the ancestral hall to pay their respects to their master, Tian Chengzi. At first, Tian Chengzi was still normal. The two of them were lucky enough to go to the ancestral hall to pay their respects because of their master's order. The moment they stepped into the ancestral hall, they felt as if they were in hell. Their blood and qi were boiling, and they almost could not control themselves. Tian Chengzi looked at the two of them and felt inexplicably gratified. Wan Jianyi was stubborn and strongly recommended Daoist Cang Song and Tian Buyi to join the Wilderness. The first five people were Shang Zhengliang, Shui Yue, Zeng Shuchang, and another junior brother of Dragon Head Peak. Wan Jianyi insisted on insisting that these four people travel together. Dao Xuan had always admired this senior brother. Tian Chengzi's face was ashen. Dao Xuan saw that the situation was not good and helped to smooth things over. Tian Chengzi's expression turned uglier and uglier, and then something happened…
That night, Shui Yue and Su Ru were bold enough to follow the two of them to the ancestral hall. At the time, the two girls were extremely famous on the Small Bamboo Peak. On the night before they left the mountain, Wan Jianyi found Shui Yue and advised her not to take the risk. Shui Yue was also a strong person. She thought that Wan Jianyi felt that her cultivation was not enough. Thinking about Wan Jianyi's situation with Su Ru, she smiled lightly. Her face was beautiful, but her empty soul was pale. Her disappearing figure took away my lifelong thoughts.
He steeled his heart and pulled Su Ru along as he followed Wan Jianyi to the ancestral hall…
Tian Chengzi was furious and actually wanted to kill Wan Jianyi. Dao Xuan was also anxious and helped Wan Jianyi. The two of them joined hands and could not be underestimated. Stunned, they did not expect to kill Tian Chengzi…
The two of them were so shocked that they did not notice Shui Yue and Su Ru. That night was really crazy…
The next day, Dao Xuan and Wan Jianyi announced the candidates for the trip to the Wilderness. At the same time, Sect Master Tiancheng retired from the ancestral hall. No one was allowed to disturb him. Previously, Tian Chengzi had indeed announced in front of everyone that Wan Jianyi would succeed as the next sect master. Moreover, Wan Jianyi's reputation was within expectations. When Wan Jianyi went to the wilderness to eliminate the demons and protect the Dao, Daoxuan temporarily took over the position of sect master. Dao Xuan was not much inferior to Wan Jianyi. Although everyone was a little surprised, they did not say anything. With the two of them's status in the Qingyun Sect, no one dared to suspect that the two of them were faking the decree.
Wan Jian held the Dragon Slaying Sword in one hand, and no one dared to stop him. After he was seriously injured, he passed the message of Knowing Destiny State to Taoist Master Cang Song. He protected Taoist Master Cang Song and killed him all the way out of the siege. However, Wan Jian was nowhere to be found. He searched everywhere, but there was no news. When Daoist Priest Cang Song returned to the mountain, Wan Jianyi had disappeared for more than a hundred years.
It was during that period that Dao Xuan took over the position of Qingyun Sect's sect master.
Back then, the five people from the Wilderness had all become the leaders of their respective lineages. Everyone remembered Wan Jianyi's kindness back then. The seven branch masters and the four branch masters had all received Wan Jianyi's kindness back then. Wan Jianyi's cultivation was profound and he was deeply respected by his fellow disciples. When he was young, his reputation far surpassed that of Dao Xuan. He also had a different understanding of cultivation than ordinary people, which made his own cultivation profound. Moreover, he told his fellow disciples about his cultivation experience and methods without reservation. Everyone respected him very much. At that time, Master Shuiyue of the Small Bamboo Peak was secretly in love with him.
Dao Xuan also remembered Wan Jianyi's favor. It was just that over a hundred years, some things had quietly changed, constantly eroding Wan Jianyi's team in the dark. With Wan Jianyi's reputation, if he returned, he would undoubtedly replace Dao Xuan. It was also heaven's will that played tricks on people for more than a hundred years without any news of Wan Jianyi, thus achieving Dao Xuan. Daoist Cang Song missed Wan Jianyi the most. In his heart, Wan Jianyi was the only person who was most qualified to be the Hierarch, but he had no choice but to bow down to him. Dao Xuan also treated Daoist Cang Song with great courtesy and handed over the matter of managing the Qingyun Sect's punishment to him. In an instant, Daoist Cang Song became a person with extremely great authority. Dragon Head Peak also felt proud of Daoist Cang Song. It was the second largest faction other than the Qingyun Sect on the Heaven Ascension Peak. During this period, Uncle Zeng and Daoist Cang Song had been very close, like brothers.
Su Ru and Tian Buyi's love for each other grew deeper and deeper, and they became a couple. Su Ru and Tian Buyi finally got married, but the two of them did not go to congratulate them. One was Master Shuiyue of the Small Bamboo Peak, and the other was Daoist Cang Song of the Dragon Head Peak. The two of them remained strangely silent just like they had agreed. The seeds of hatred had already been planted…
Other than Cang Song, Shui Yue was also looking forward to Wan Jianyi's return. Shui Yue was infatuated with Wan Jianyi, but Wan Jianyi's thoughts were on Su Ru. As the saying went," All love is sin."
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