One autumn day, it was a cold and clear bay, with countless peaks far and near.
This is a mountain covered with green cypresses and old mountain flowers. From a distance, it is green with a bit of yellow. An official road at the foot of the mountain twists and turns into the distance. The reeds on the opposite side are rippling in the water. Several wild birds suddenly flutter their wings and fly towards far away.
It's a very ordinary late autumn mountain scene, but... it's Fulong Mountain!
Xin Zhuo turned around in a daze. At his feet was the top of Fulong Mountain. The original Fulong Village was located. However, the simple village was long gone. There were some bricks and beams on the spot. It seemed that someone had built it not long ago. We lived here before, but now it has collapsed, and rich mountain grass has grown out of the ruins.
The dozen or so sycamore trees in front looked like middle-aged people, with their remaining leaves falling all over the ground.
There is a raised solitary grave on the right, with a tombstone in front of it.
Except that the cottage is no longer there, everything is as it was back then. He has just come to this world, sleeping on the recliner out of boredom, hugging Xiao Huang, while Huang Dagui and Cui Ying'er sharpen knives and wash clothes, making a lot of noise.
It’s just that time flies, the scenery remains the same, and the people are not as good as before.
Is there a sea of suffering under Fulong Mountain?
Is it a coincidence, or...like a reincarnation? I started here, and now I’m coming back from here?
The hole behind him has been completely squeezed by the vibration of the mountains, and no traces can be seen.
He walked towards the solitary grave with difficulty, and saw the engraving on it: "The tomb of Xin Aotian, the old master of Fulong Village."
There are small characters: Cui Yinger, Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxi, Han Jiulang, Han Qiniangli.
He was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand to wipe off the dust on the tombstone, and patted his naked body. Obviously there was no such thing as paper money, so he had to pick up some leaves as paper money. He stretched out his hand and flicked it, igniting a fire.
After burning for half an hour, I got up, picked up a rag from the grass and wrapped it around my lower body. I found the approximate place where I had been lying in the sun, sat down on a log, and then stared at the sunset on the horizon in a daze. .
What year is it today?
He couldn't help but have a similar feeling, as if it was a lifetime ago.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a sound of messy footsteps behind me. One boy, two girls, and three boys and girls aged fifteen or sixteen hurriedly lay down, looked at him, and were all startled.
A slim girl in the lead tilted her head: "Uncle, who are you?"
Uncle?
Am I an uncle now?
Xin Zhuo subconsciously touched his chin. He had already grown a stubble and said in a hoarse voice: "I can just sit here."
"I advise you to leave as soon as possible." The little girl said: "Our Fushan Sect and Dongyi's Blood War Sect are about to start a fight."
"Fushan Sect?"
Xin Zhuo glanced at where the Qiu Gong Pavilion was, and he noticed the fighting spirit of a warrior there just after getting old.
The girl nodded and said: "That's right! Our Fushan Sect has just been established two years ago. The leader is the hero Xue Huaiwei, and the leader's wife is Yuan Mo'er. Have you heard of it?"
have you heard of it? certainly! But...when did they get married? Founded a sect?
The little girl and the others left in a hurry and headed straight for the Qiugong Pavilion ruins.
…
The gate of Qiugong Pavilion has been renovated. There is a huge plaque with the three characters "Fushan Sect" written on it. The handwriting is quite impressive, but now it is crooked and there is a crack in the middle, as if someone had just smashed it.
The study rooms in the pavilion have also been changed into landmark buildings of the sect such as the Weapon Pavilion and the Zanggong Building. Even the Commandments Monument in the middle has been replaced by the Fushan Monument.
At this moment, seven to eight hundred people are confronting each other in the square under the monument. One side is the Tsing Yi Fushan Sect, and the other side is the mysterious black clothed Blood War Sect.
In front of the disciples of Fushan Sect, Mr. Xu Da, a studious man who had met Xin Zhuo once before, was sitting cross-legged on the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth.
Standing on the side were Xue Huaiwei, Yuan Mo'er, Du Jiunian, Shangguan Xi'er, the eldest lady of Shenqian Villa with a slightly bulging belly, Murong Lei from the Murong family, Chen Guiyan from the Chen family, Chen Jing, the head catcher, and others.
Xue Huaiwei is now over thirty years old. He has three long beards on his chin and a bit of majesty between his eyebrows. His thick-lipped and honest look is gone. At this moment, looking at the people from the Blood War Sect opposite in black, his heart rises. A hint of despair.
Over the past few years, the world has been in constant strife and has undergone great changes. Ordinary people are still looking for a way out. They have ordinary talents, but after seven days of baptism in the blue rain, those who slowly become great masters naturally open mountain gates and establish sects with their close friends. Seeking the future.
It’s just that there are no masters in the sect. This treasure land of Fulong Mountain was the hidden dragon land of Emperor Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It was also the place where the iron-blooded Qin King Jiang Yuqing made his fortune even after several years of death, and his reputation still shocked the world. How could he hold it? ?
The disciples of the Blood War Sect opposite have been attacking for three days, but they didn't expect that today the masters would come together to break down the mountain gate and try to annihilate the Fushan Sect.
"Everyone from the Blood War Sect, Fulong Mountain here is huge. Why don't you look for other places, but want to snatch the gate of my Fushan Sect?"
Xue Huaiwei gave a difficult salute to Baihua Fairy, the head of the Blood War Sect, and the three Supreme Elders who were facing him. "The top of Tiger Mountain in the north and the Shuiyue Temple ruins in the east are both treasured geomantic places where we can establish a sect. You and I are now two sects. We all belong to the Great Zhou Dynasty, if we sue the Zhenwu Division from below, I am afraid that you will also be in trouble."
"That's right!"
Yuan Mo'er's slightly mean face at first became much plumper due to the birth of a son and a daughter a few years after they got married. However, now her face was filled with embarrassment and anger: "We have someone in the court, Murong Yunxi." Have you heard of him? The young commander of Fengjian Division."
"Pfft, hehehe..."
These words had no effect on Baihua Fairy, the head of the Blood War Sect. She smiled brightly, with a high nose bridge, thin lips of Dongyi blood, and the handsome appearance of a foreign race that made people think, "You guys, are you really a joke? A group of mere idiots." What sect did the Grandmaster start? What sect did he establish?
The imperial court of the Zhou Dynasty is now managing Dongyi to win over people's hearts. Does the Zhenwu Secretary believe in the great venerables like me and the Earth Immortal masters, or does he believe in you all? Hahaha..."
Xue Huaiwei's face darkened, and there was a hint of worry in his eyebrows. The head of the Blood War Sect and the two Supreme Elders were both in the Great Venerable Realm, but the other Supreme Elder was an Earth Immortal. This was something they couldn't compare to. Not only Incomparable, still as humble as an ant.
Just giving up the mountain gate, losing face, the disciples were alienated, and all their hard work was in vain.
"You're really ignorant."
Baihua Fairy sat lazily on the monster skin throne behind her, playing with her crystal nails in boredom, "Two great elders Gou and Ali, let's do it!"
"yes!"
The two Supreme Elders of the Blood War Sect jumped up, and the majestic martial arts momentum rolled up three layers of fusion techniques and hit Xue Huaiwei's group head-on.
As for the Fushan sect, the highest level is only the studious gentleman of the Little Venerable Realm, and the rest are all third-level grand masters. How can they stop them? All of a sudden, their expressions changed.
"Let's go!"
Mr. Studious had already been injured. At this moment, he jumped up with difficulty, and with a certain death intention, he forcibly received the fusion magic move of the two bloody battle sect elders.
Before he even got close, his body was already bleeding profusely, as if it had been scratched by countless knives, and it was slumped.
"Study elder!"
Xue Huaiwei, Yuan Mo'er, Du Jiunian and Shangguan Xi'er, who quickly retreated, shouted in grief and indignation.
Seeing that Mr. Studious was about to be killed, the two great elders of the Blood War Sect were like gods of death, merging their spells violently and violently, creating waves of hundreds of feet.
"boom--"
A bright white frost spell, restrained to the extreme and fierce to the extreme, seemed not to be found in the human world. It fell from the sky and struck down the two of them.
"puff--"
The fusion technique of the two great elders of the Blood War Sect was like a firefly being corroded by the bright moon, dissipating instantly, and the two of them were beaten to pieces by the ice roar, and their limbs were scattered all over the ground.
Killing with one blow is as simple and crisp as hitting tofu with an iron hammer.
"boom!"
The Fushan Commandment Monument not far away was affected and shattered into pieces, and there were thirteen arm-thick cracks on the ground.
However, the trembling frost did not dissipate and quickly spread in all directions.
The nearest studious gentleman couldn't dodge and was frozen into ice.
Whether they were disciples of the Fushan Sect or the Blood War Sect, they were stunned for a moment, and then they retreated wildly, several hundred feet away. Everyone was breathing rapidly, their faces were pale, and they were terrified.
