In the thousands of miles of mountains and mountains, there are high mountains and ridges everywhere, winding and connecting with each other. It is the most dangerous place among the nine states.
Among these countless mountain ranges, the most majestic and precipitous is naturally the Qinling Mountains that traverses the entire Mishuzhou. The most famous mountain among them is Mount Jiuhua.
Although Jiuhua Mountain is not as tall and tall as other mountains in the Qinling Mountains, it is famous for its steepness. The entire mountain peak is like nine sharp swords, thrusting straight into the sky from the mountains. The surrounding mountain walls are vertical and smooth, with almost no place to stop and climb.
According to legend, in the ancient prehistoric period, Jiuhua Mountain was not named Jiuhua, nor did it have nine peaks standing side by side. Instead, there was only one huge peak named Huashan. Behind this mountain peak is a place called Black Horn Valley.
At that time, there was a tribe named Chu Li living in this valley. Although the number of people is only a few thousand, they live a comfortable life because of the good weather and abundant products in the valley.
It's just that the big tribe at that time included the Bear Clan, which had long coveted this valley. On the pretext that the Chu Li tribe disrespected him, he led more than 5,000 people to attack the Black Horn Valley.
However, the huge Huashan Mountain in front of the Black Horn Valley is steep and difficult to defend and difficult to attack. The Chu Li tribe only sent more than 500 soldiers, but the 5,000 elite soldiers of the Youxiong tribe were blocked outside Huashan and could not move forward one step.
The leader of the Youxiong tribe led the soldiers to besiege the army for more than three months. After losing more than 2,000 people, they still could not capture Huashan, and they couldn't help but become angry.
He went to the Jiuli tribe in person and invited the ancient powerful men. This ancient warrior was so powerful that he split Mount Jiuhua with just one blow, forming nine towering peaks.
Among these nine peaks, there are paths crisscrossing the mountains, all leading to the Black Horn Valley. Even if all the young men of the Chu Li tribe were dispatched, there would be no way to defend all the mountain paths.
Without the obstruction of the giant peak, thousands of soldiers from the Bear Tribe came from all over the path and finally wiped out the Manchus from the Chuli Tribe in the Black Horn Valley.
In Kyushu, there are many similar ancient legends circulating in the world. These legends are all recorded in an ancient book called The Classic of Mountains and Seas. As for who and when this ancient book was written, there is no way of knowing.
However, for these ancient legends, later generations will only listen to them as legends. Let’s not talk about whether those legendary tribes really existed thousands of years ago. The power of a single blow to split a giant peak of ten thousand blades into nine petals was far beyond everyone's imagination.
You know, even the people with the highest cultivation levels in the past and present do not have such abilities.
Eighteen miles outside Jiuhua Mountain, there is a dense forest composed entirely of pines and cypresses. It is the place where the Jiuhua Sect buries the corpses of its disciples.
At this moment, outside the pine forest, nearly a hundred Jiuhua Mountain disciples stood solemnly, looking into the depths of the pine forest with a bit of sadness in their eyes.
I saw a newly planted pine and cypress standing among thousands of tall pines and cypresses. Master Songyang, Guo Qingshan and several other Jiuhuashan disciples were surrounding this pine and cypress tree.
Just under this newly planted pine and cypress, Mo Yunshen's body rested here.
Mu Jingyu leaned down, picked up a few handfuls of soil and spread it around the roots of the tree, then smoothed the uneven soil around it, then wiped his red eyes and stood up.
"Uncle Mo, just take a good rest here. I will come to see you often when I am free."
Guo Qingshan held Mu Jingyu in his arms, wiped his tears that kept falling and said, "Jingyu, you see there are so many seniors from the Jiuhua Sect here. Yun Shen will not feel lonely here."
Master Songyang glanced at the pine and cypress, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. He wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth but did not say anything.
He whispered "Let's go" and walked out of the pine forest first.
Guo Qingshan held Mu Jingyu with one hand and followed the others as they walked outside the forest.
Mu Jingyu turned back step by step, looking at the gradually blurring pines and cypresses, his hands tightly clasped into a ball. Uncle Mo, don't worry, I will definitely rescue Bi Yun and kill the Mountain Elephant King to avenge you.
Leaving the pine forest, you can see the nine towering peaks not far away.
It has been more than a thousand years since the first leader of the Jiuhua Sect realized the way of heaven in the Jiuhua Mountain and founded the Jiuhua Sect. In these more than a thousand years, the Jiuhua Sect has grown from a small sect with only a dozen people to a large sect with more than a thousand disciples. It is unknown how many hardships it has experienced during this period.
During this period, we experienced the risk of destroying the sect several times. Fortunately, thanks to the blessings of the Jiuhua ancestors in the past generations, we were able to escape one calamity after another.
The most dangerous one was undoubtedly the September Tribulation eight hundred years ago. At that time, there were only over a hundred disciples of the Jiuhua Sect, and those with the highest cultivation level were only at the peak of Houtian Guiyuan. Even if we look at the entire Kyushu, it is only the size of a third-rate sect.
At this time, there are more and more people practicing immortality in Jiuzhou. Countless sects and aristocratic families have emerged from pupae, and many of them are outstanding emperors. They have comprehended the way of heaven in famous mountains and rivers, and created countless profound cultivation methods.
Even some ordinary spirits secretly learned the methods of cultivating immortals from the human race, and slowly began to practice them.
Jiuhua Mountain is located in the Qinling Mountains and is also a rare place in the world for cultivating immortality. Naturally, it will be coveted by countless human cultivators and spirits, but at this time, the Jiuhua Sect is at its lowest strength since its establishment.
As a result, countless spirits and human monks came to Jiuhua Mountain to challenge the Jiuhua Sect. At this time, the Jiuhua Sect was at its lowest strength in history. Although he tried his best to deal with the waves of spirits and monks who came to challenge him, in the end, due to lack of strength, they occupied a large area of Jiuhua Mountain.
In the end, only the main peak Tianjue Peak was defended, while the disciples suffered casualties and fled, and in the end only forty or fifty people were left, lingering on the main peak. I'm afraid that in three to five months, they will be completely driven out of Jiuhua Mountain and end up with the sect exterminated.
Xu was blessed by the ancestors of the Jiuhua Sect, and a disciple named He Xiaozi was born. This He Xiaozi's real name was He, and he was an orphan rescued from a group of bandits by Wuweizi, the leader at the time, in a nearby village. Just because when Wuweizi repelled a group of bandits and was about to take him back to the mountain, he still did not forget to pick up a fallen bamboo flute, so he was named He Xiaozi and became his disciple.
This He Xiaozi was grateful for the life-saving grace of the leader Wu Weizi. Even if the Jiuhua Sect faced the desperate situation of destroying the sect, he was still unwilling to abandon his mentor and the Jiuhua Sect. Even as the disciples of the sect were leaving one after another, they were still concentrating on practicing the Jiuhua sect's immortality.
I found a secret place behind Tianjue Peak and devoted myself to practicing and understanding the Taoist, magical and magical arts passed down from generation to generation by the Jiuhua Sect. It only took three months to master it and reach the peak of the day after tomorrow.
At this time, the Jiuhua Sect has reached the point where it has run out of fuel. Not only are there only a dozen disciples left, but even the leader Wu Weizi has suffered considerable internal injuries during the fights between others. He was about to be kicked out of Tianjue Peak, but luckily He Xiaozi got out in time. With just a jade flute in his hand, he was able to repel all the invading enemies, temporarily averting the crisis of annihilation.
After checking that his teacher's injury was not serious, He Xiaozi bid farewell to his teacher again and returned to the secret realm to practice. After another three months, I returned from practicing in the secret realm.
Wuweizi looked at He Xiaozi in front of him, and his heart was filled with huge waves. Three months ago, his cultivation was at the peak of Gui Yuan, but at this time, He Xiaozi had already broken through the innate realm. Even Wu Weizi couldn't see through his true cultivation. He was afraid that he had already reached the peak of innate creation. realm.
In just three months, he has gone from Guiyuan cultivation to Kaitian, and is only one step away from reaching the realm of divine knowledge. Such a cultivation speed, not to mention the various sects in Jiuzhou, I am afraid that no one in the past and present has been able to achieve it.
He Xiaozi looked at the defeated Tianjue Peak in front of him, smiled faintly, and asked his master to rest for a while, then left playing the flute alone. Not long after, on the other eight surrounding peaks, purple energy soared into the sky, coloring the entire Jiuhua realm.
After three hours passed, He Xiaozi calmly returned to Tianjue Peak and casually asked his master to order the few remaining disciples to go to the other eight peaks to clean up the mess.
Wuweizi was surprised and hurriedly led the rest of his disciples to the peaks. I saw that all the monks and spirits who were originally entrenched here had been killed, leaving no one alive.
After this battle, not only He Xiaozi's reputation was greatly shocked, but even the Jiuhua sect became a second-rate sect. Countless monks came from all over Jiuzhou, hoping to join the Jiuhua Sect and worship He Xiaozi as their teacher.
In just one year, the Jiuhua Sect has grown from less than ten people to four to five hundred people. Wuweizi also passed the position of head to He Xiaozi, and he was free and at ease.
From then on, He Xiaozi taught all the Taoist techniques he created in the secret realm to his disciples. He also blended and refined the Taoist methods created by the predecessors of the Jiuhua Sect to become more advanced and taught them to his disciples.
From then on, the Jiuhua Sect relied on these profound Taoist methods to gradually gain a firm foothold in Jiuzhou and slowly develop and grow. By more than two hundred years ago, it had become one of the few major sects.
Mu Jingyu followed Guo Qingshan and walked towards Jiuhua Mountain. Before we reached the mountain, we saw two peaks standing in front of us, one on the left and one on the right. A bluestone avenue more than ten feet wide winds through two peaks and disappears into the depths of the sea of clouds.
When they were approaching between the two peaks, a huge jade flute hung in mid-air. Two huge white Chinese jade pillars stand at both ends of the bluestone avenue, holding the huge jade flute firmly. On the tassel carved at the end of the jade flute, there are four simple seal characters of the Jiuhua Immortal Sect.
Under the jade flute, there are more than ten Taoist priests wearing Jiuhua Taoist robes. The man in front of him had white hair and beard, and was around seventy years old. Although his face looked slightly older, he could not hide the sparkle in his eyes.
"Junior brother, thank you for your hard work!"
The old man saw Master Songyang and others approaching from a distance, and shouted in the distance.
Seeing this, Master Songyang hurriedly took a few steps and replied, "Songyang is leading all the disciples back to Jiuhua. I didn't expect that I would bother my senior brothers to come to the mountain gate to greet them. This is really embarrassing for me."
Behind him, Guo Qingshan and other disciples also bowed and saluted, saying in unison, "Disciples have met Master Yunyang!"
This Master Yunyang is not only the senior brother of Master Tianyang, the leader of Jiuhua Sect, but also the leader of Feilu Peak in Jiuhua Mountain. He is indifferent to fame and fortune and has a kind heart. Not only is he extremely tolerant of his disciples, but he also loves and cares for the other disciples of the Jiuhua Sect. Therefore, these younger disciples respect him very much.
Just after the Wuji Ruins incident, Master Songyang immediately sent his disciples to rush back to Jiuhua Mountain and informed the leaders and elders of the Jiuhua Sect of what happened.
Therefore, just after they buried Mo Yunshen among the pine trees, Master Yunyang, who got the news, rushed outside the mountain gate to greet Master Songyang and other disciples.
Master Yunyang glanced at the crowd. After seeing Mu Jingyu, he walked to him gently. After looking at him carefully, he smiled kindly and said, "This little baby must be Mu Jingyu. Sure enough, it happened." He is a talented person, and with more refinement in the future, he will become something great."
He turned to look at Master Songyang and said, "The leader is already waiting for you with the other leaders in the Qingxiao Hall. Let's not waste time, just follow me and rush over."
Master Songyang nodded, turned around and said to the disciples, "You can return to your respective masters on your own. Qingshan, take Mu Jingyu with you and follow me to Qingxiao Hall."
