When should the story between us begin?
Since the birth of the world and the first traces of humankind left behind, misfortune and suffering have haunted the human race known as the "human race" like maggots on the tarsal bones.
After experiencing the chaos of Genesis, the seven continents of the world gradually began to separate. During the movement of the earth's crust, part of the land was squeezed and squeezed by the powerful force brought by the movement and disappeared, forming an alien world that was completely independent from the main world and did not interfere with each other. world.
The unique environment in the different world gave rise to the birth of demons, undead, elves and other races. Later, the human race appeared on all continents, and after thousands of years of evolution, it formed the original feudal society.
The cruel living environment in the other world forced the demons to launch the first expeditionary campaign during the Han Dynasty. Facing the demon army wearing magic armor, humans were defeated and had no power to fight back. Seven continents were occupied, and the territory that originally belonged to the human race was Ten do not save one.
Although the human army's combat effectiveness was low, it took the demons two hundred years to establish their dominance thanks to the stubborn resistance of the current generals and constant uprisings in various places.
However, no one expected that in just two hundred years, the human race had learned to use the mysterious and mysterious power of "qi" in the battle with the demons.
Qi is a unique substance produced in the world in the early days of creation. It is often stored underground in the form of crystals. As the present world is broken, qi representing nine attributes is scattered in the world.
The strong men of the human race felt the existence of Qi, and in the next few hundred years they mastered Qi and used it, and then launched the first counterattack three hundred years after the Demons ruled the continent.
The war lasted so long and spread so widely that it would be unimaginable for future generations. Among the many ancient battlefields discovered in modern times, nine out of ten contained corpses of humans and demons coexisting.
Patriarch Lingwu once wrote in his personal diary: As the army marched south, the earth was scorched black, and there were not even ten households in the villages they passed. There were no more shrimps or crabs hiding in the river where children had played, and only broken meat and blood flowed with the water... …
The war ended, humanity was defeated, the world was still firmly controlled by the demons, and humanity's status was suppressed. It is no longer a rare thing for people to be inferior to dogs. Some demon "nobles" even keep humans in captivity for food, euphemistically calling them rice meat.
There are not all people in later generations who resent the Sword Immortal, and even the Sword Immortal was not the original user of Qi. However, there is a tacit acquiescence among the cultivators that the Sword Immortal is the ancestor of the cultivators.
Because in those dark hundreds of years, hundreds, even thousands, of people achieved "ascension" through various means. When the heavenly door representing becoming a god opened, everyone They all look forward to the Ascended Ones bringing the power to save the world from the "God Realm".
But they didn't come back.
The dark centuries have become a mark of shame for everyone in the human race.
The man, dressed in civilian clothes, climbed the long steps to the sky step by step, looking back at his hometown three times a step.
He disappeared for a long time, people forgot about him, and he was just a person who "forgot his roots".
This situation that had not changed for thousands of years was broken on that day.
When the Heavenly Gate was opened again, no one ascended. Standing in front of the golden Heavenly Gate was a man in white.
That day, the sword fairy stepped on the fairy sword and hung a golden seal on his waist, and slowly fell into the world.
The following story has been mentioned countless times in the nursery rhymes of later generations, echoing like the sound of bells for a long time.
With three thousand followers, he traveled from north to south, using the light of his sword to wash away the shame of these thousand years.
During the Southern Expedition, the Sword Immortal spread the word in all directions, so there were the first cultivators, and the initial four major categories of professions were further divided according to different physiques. Later generations of people further evolved different branches based on the original profession.
The Sword Immortal formulated the rules for cultivators and used seals to lock the gates to other worlds in three places.
"Master Sword Immortal, when can we go home?"
On the big stone outside the village, the Sword Immortal sat cross-legged on it and blew a moving whistle.
Children were playing around him, but suddenly one child asked.
The sword fairy was startled.
That day, Lord Sword Immortal, who was regarded as a god by his followers, lowered his head in front of others for the first time. I saw him gently stroking the child's head, his eyes soft, and there seemed to be billions of lights in his eyes, and the child was fascinated by it.
"We will go home, we will definitely." Jianxian held the children gently in his arms, "The snow in the south is the most beautiful, and the sweet-scented osmanthus brew is also delicious."
"Master Sword Immortal, I miss my mother."
The child cried suddenly.
Figures of different sizes were reflected in countless eyes, and the men who had followed the Sword Immortal for the longest time could not help but burst into tears when they saw this scene.
"You think we can go home alive?"
"When the enemy invaders are dead, my son will return home."
The man blinked, "My mother told me before leaving."
The grown men couldn't help but smile, and they all seemed to have some reasons to live.
When leaving the village, the sword fairy shed rare tears.
"Sir, what are you..."
"Even if we can pick up the stars and turn them into long swords, we still failed, didn't we?" The sword fairy gently rubbed the corners of his eyes with his hands, and suddenly smiled: "We came too late, really too late. "
After that, the sword fairy rubbed the fairy sword on his waist with his palm, and with one move of the sword, he directly opened the passage to another world.
"Let's go." The sword fairy sheathed his sword and strode onto the land of another world. Facing tens of thousands of undead, he stood with his sword drawn and said with high spirits: "I heard that there has been no war in the demon world for thousands of years. Let me teach you how to write if you are afraid. .”
Among the four major races in the demon world, the undead have the ability to continuously resurrect. In battles with humans, the undead often take the lead and break up human formations with their powerful physique.
The withered bones of the people killed by the undead can't rest in peace. The fallen corpse can stand up again in less than half an hour, with no consciousness but killing.
Because of its outstanding performance in the expedition campaign, it once became the first race under the Demon King after the war.
A thousand years ago, who would have taken that humble young man seriously.
Until the sword fell on him, until the fire dyed the sky and the earth red.
The arrogant undead people tasted fear for the first time.
The man led his followers and landed on the territory of the undead like divine soldiers descended from heaven. He held a thunder pattern sword in his left hand and a flaming red sword in his right hand. There was nothing in his path.
Those two swords seemed to be the natural nemesis of the undead. If the thunder pattern sword was swung at will, thunder would continue to fall on the battlefield accompanied by the roar of thunder and lightning. Those who touch it will die and those who hit it will be maimed. No matter how thick your heavy armor is, it is still a good magic weapon. It can only be done with one sword!
And the red fairy sword frightened the undead even more. The body that was slashed by it would burn with soul-burning flames. The undead actually lost their immortality in the face of this bone-burning fire!
The figure standing in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood was deeply imprinted in the souls of the undead.
The leader of the undead tribe was beheaded. Two of his three legion commanders were killed and one was seriously injured. The man in white was like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, killing everyone on sight.
"I heard that you undead people especially like to be the first to enter the city after it is broken?"
The sword fairy stepped on the head of the undead leader, looked at the seriously injured legion commander, and said jokingly.
"Our great Demon King will definitely lead us to rule the human race again. You are just a group of ants, a group of two-legged sheep kneeling on the ground waiting to be killed!"
"Bitch, I'll kill you." The face of the spiritual mage's ancestor turned red, and he hit the ground with his staff. Suddenly, a beam of light enveloped the legion commander, and his wails continued for a long time.
The Sword Immortal looked back at the surroundings. Thousands of people were looking at these undead people after being bathed in blood. There was only endless hatred in their eyes.
He understood that this was a path of no return.
Thinking of this, the Sword Immortal raised the sword representing the Sword of Fire and said loudly: "If you see the demons, you will kill them!"
After that, the breath of fire that can burn the soul was dispersed to each monk.
The monks smiled and dispersed, just like when the demons entered the city hundreds of years ago.
Kill anyone you see, young or old.
This is a massacre that owes humanity a full thousand years.
The sword immortal sat there, looking at the war in the distance, not knowing whether he was right or wrong.
What that child said was really...
The corners of Jianxian's lips curled up as he remembered the days when he used to watch the snow.
Any scenery can be called a beautiful scenery only when the right people appear.
So what did these demons bring to them?
They raped, plundered, massacred human beings, and treated killing as a competition for entertainment.
Have humans really done something wrong?
The sword fairy closed his eyes and raised his head.
Maybe everyone has done something wrong, but where is the hope in a world where even children cannot survive?
The story of Jianxian condoning the wanton massacre by his men was recorded by later generations, and became a good piece of evidence for some politicians to slander Jianxian.
As for the undead, they have been unable to recover since then. These monsters who have lived for hundreds of years have remembered the appearance of fire since that day.
"Sir." A voice interrupted the sword fairy's thinking.
"What's the matter?" Sword Immortal turned around and looked at the only young man who did not participate in the massacre.
"Are you worried about the future, sir?"
The sword fairy nodded, "Exactly."
"Why don't you, sir, set restrictions for every cultivator, and ask your mind at all times as you grow up to use them to self-regulate your behavior?"
The sword fairy thought for a moment and smiled helplessly: "That's all, I'm not qualified to dictate other people's choices."
"Adult!" The young man suddenly became very excited: "Adults will not be here forever! Without adults, we will be the next demon clan. Can we only watch the children continue to dare not sleep because of the existence of monsters?! "
"Who do you think can defeat the monster?"
"Only humans...Only humans can defeat monsters."
"Human...kind..." Sword Immortal pondered these two words carefully.
After a while, the sword fairy laughed to himself.
The young man looked at the Sword Immortal in confusion. A parchment appeared in the Sword Immortal's hand. The Sword Immortal handed the parchment to the young man and said softly: "I give the right of choice to humans."
The young man opened the first page of the parchment with doubts, and it was clearly written: The common people are the guide, poison is used to kill the demons.
"You... took it backwards..."
The sword fairy kindly reminded.
…
"Li Xiuzhen! Are you really desperate for your life?!"
In the sky above Fengning City, Hui said angrily.
"You are born to die, so why cherish your life." Li Xiuzhen said calmly.
You people are plotting against me behind my back, but I am not afraid. If you want my life, let’s see if you are qualified enough to take it.
Li Xiuzhen's three hearts appeared. Although he had lost the heart-quenching fire, Li Xiuzhen, who had a future heart, still held the heart-quenching fire in his hands. He was floating in front, with a clear face and regret in his eyes with a little pity.
"I didn't do anything wrong, Li Xiuzhen, we really don't need to be like this..."
"Shut up!" Li Xiuzhen said angrily in the past: "Sixty years ago! Do you remember that you massacred a group of Taoist priests!"
Hui was stunned and asked: "What?"
Then a look of horror appeared on Hui's face, and he lost his voice: "It's you!"
Now Li Xiuzhen said with a half-smile, "It's me."
At that time, dozens of his elders were lying in that lake.
In the bloody battlefield, he turned into a coward who could only run away, and fled with the heart-quenching fire.
For countless days and nights, Li Xiuzhen's inner demons kept questioning himself.
And how should I answer it?
In the future, Li Xiuzhen raised his heart-quenching fire, and the invisible power of heaven suddenly enveloped the entire Fengning, making him unable to breathe.
"I know that you have existed for thousands of years. A mere few decades or even hundreds of years is an itch for you."
Now Li Xiuzhen put his hands on his sleeves and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I will just spend my life fighting you."
"Li Xiuzhen!" Hui was suppressed heavily, but he still roared angrily: "Why do you judge me! You did something wrong too, you hypocrite and coward!"
"Because I did something wrong, all my actions are wrong?" Li Xiuzhen smiled and shook his head: "What a stupid reason."
After saying that, Li Xiuzhen became even more powerful. He drew a Taoist talisman in the air with his hand, and then it turned into countless thunder whips and came down.
Regret was trapped in Li Xiuzhen's technique, and his spiritual energy dissipated rapidly. Similarly, Li Xiuzhen's power also disappeared quickly. The two sides resisted each other without giving in.
"Cultivation."
Li Xiuzhen looked at the struggling Hui blankly, and suddenly heard a familiar voice.
Li Xiuzhen looked up in surprise, only to find his master standing in front of him.
In just a moment, Li Xiuzhen smiled with relief.
It turns out that future self has already met him.
Li Xiuzhen, who was in the past and present, was standing opposite to the future at some point. Li Xiuzhen had never really considered himself in the future. After taking a closer look, I realized that the future person standing in front of me was already myself twenty years later. The aura all over my body had been cultivated to the extreme. Even standing there without moving could make people feel suffocated.
His spiritual power is bottomless.
"It seems that you have met the master a long time ago."
Now Li Xiuzhen said.
In the future, Li Xiuzhen glanced at Hui, who was still working hard, and hummed.
After thinking about it, Li Xiuzhen said in the future: "Now that you know it, is it necessary to continue fighting with it?"
Without hesitating for a second, Li Xiuzhen walked over and said angrily: "Why not!"
"Even if you knew you had a chance to become a god, would you still not regret it?"
Future Li Xiuzhen looked at his two past selves and smiled.
If you leave here and live for twenty years, you will be your peak self.
Aren't you moved, the old me?
"It seems that I think highly of myself." Now Li Xiuzhen laughed and said: "I didn't expect that in the future, I would start to forget my roots. Relying on the ability of quenching the heart fire, I met the master and opened my heart, and I felt that I had a clear conscience. ”
Li Xiuzhen looked up at the sky: "It's sad."
"What about you?" Future Li Xiuzhen looked at his former self sincerely: "If it were you, what would you do?"
After all, between the past and the future, thousands of mental images are born.
"This is the power of quenching the heart fire, Li Xiuzhen, have you found the answer you want?"
Li Xiuzhen just glanced at the mental images, but did not find the girl.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuzhen waved his hand and asked his past self to go down and fight regret, so that he could face his future self.
"It turns out you are the one behind the scenes." Li Xiuzhen sighed, "Let me hear your reasoning."
"Is what today happened really what you have been thinking about day and night?"
"nature."
"Then why do you care about Ye Yuxin's life and death?"
"This has nothing to do with you."
"Of course it's relevant." Future Li Xiuzhen smiled and said, "I am you."
"A me who has no taboos and can salute a monk? Stop joking."
"You are fooling yourself again. You understand, I am no longer bound by the world. I am the freedom you want."
"What is freedom!" Li Xiuzhen said suddenly.
"Everything you think about comes true, everything you do goes smoothly, I am the only one in the world."
Li Xiuzhen looked at his future self, his eyes even more disappointed.
"So this is my future."
…
In the speeding commercial car, Ye Yu was lying in the back seat with a pale face. Ye Ziyu sat nervously aside and took good care of Ye Yu.
In the heart lake, the man in white appeared again.
"Quenching Heart Fire, a good thing."
Ye Yu, who was dressed in white, smiled and touched his chin, and said for no reason, "Those guys from Fengming Sect really died early. Did Li Xiu really think that the ability to quench the heart fire is just to create the mind state?"
Thousands of people in the world work diligently every day, read the books of saints and sages with the sun and moon, and pray for the blessings of gods and Buddhas at home.
What do these people want?
Baiyi Yeyu turned around and left, laughing loudly: "All your wishes come true!"
The power of hope is endless.
This is what can support the human race through thousands of years.
On the battlefield sixty years ago, after the three northeastern states were bombarded by foreigners with iron cannons, Laizhou on the seaside served as the gateway to the south, blocking countless demons and foreigners.
In the hometown of the saint, everyone is not afraid of death. From the seventy-year-old to the three- and four-year-old children, they all use their meager strength to fill the black hole of war with no end in sight.
As the current head of Fengming Sect, Cheng Xiao resolutely led all the disciples of Fengming Sect down the mountain.
"Master, let's go south, the Japanese are coming very hard!"
"Cultivation!" Cheng Xiao saw that his most beloved disciple said such words, and the disappointment in his eyes could no longer be concealed. He brushed away Li Xiuzhen who was holding his thigh, and ordered several young disciples to take him south. He left in a hurry.
In the ancestral hall of Fengming Sect, there is a flame that has been passed down since the time of the Sword Immortal.
Since ancient times, fire and thunder have been extremely lethal.
In that winter, Laizhou started the first battle of counterattack for China.
In the bay of Baihai, the entire port was stained red with blood.
The flames soared into the sky and illuminated the night like day. No matter what the strangers thought, they could not imagine that another general named Yang from Dongsanzhou, which had long been occupied, led thousands of people and people from Laizhou to attack them.
In the Battle of Baihai Bay, both sides suffered heavy casualties. Dongsanzhou was raided four times by strangers afterwards. Even the old hen had to have its butt picked out four times before she could return to the chicken coop.
Cheng Xiao had to admire General Yang for his extraordinary courage. Although the two of them only met each other on the battlefield, Cheng Xiao could tell with just one glance that he was just an ordinary person.
When the war is over, I want to have a drink with him.
Cheng Xiao smiled and walked onto the city wall.
Dozens of monks, known as the Seventy-Two Outstanding Masters of Laizhou by later generations, were mercilessly stabbed in the back by those behind them that night.
The support from the south has not yet arrived, but traitors have already opened the city gate.
The wailing lasted all night, and it was the last roar of the heroes.
Cheng Xiao was injured and headed south, but on the way he met Li Xiuzhen, who had been in Jinling for a long time.
"master!"
Li Xiuzhen looked at Cheng Xiao whose chest was wrapped in gauze and cried sadly.
Cheng Xiao's heart trembled for no reason when he saw this little naughty boy who was usually fearless and especially liked to cause trouble for him crying loudly in his arms.
A ray of incense.
Before going down the mountain, Cheng Xiao deliberately divined a hexagram, and the hexagram was extremely dangerous.
Cheng Xiao suddenly pushed Li Xiuzhen away and shouted to go to Jinling City quickly.
While Li Xiuzhen was stunned, a group of demon soldiers were already chasing him.
On that lake, which is only thirty miles away from Jinling City, the battle between fire and water is going on.
Cheng Xiao held the heart-quenching fire, and countless fire lotuses appeared on the lake. Cheng Xiao stood in the center of the lake, looking up at the person coming.
Behind him were the few remaining disciples of Fengming Sect.
Do you want to extinguish them.
Come and try it!
"Fire attribute cultivator, Cheng Xiao, please enlighten me."
Cheng Xiao tightly grasped the flame that had been passed down to this day. For the first time, he felt the weight of responsibility.
The demon whose real name was Hui put away his Dharma sign and paid no attention to the human's words of fighting to the death. He just stared at the flame in Cheng Xiao's hand.
Oh, the fire of the Sword Immortal.
Xiu waved his hand, and the overwhelming demons rushed towards Cheng Xiao. The stranger was hiding in the dark, ready to shoot confinement bullets at any time.
Flames covered the entire lake, and steam rose. Cheng Xiao moved around on the lake, protecting Li Xiuzhen from harm, and preparing himself to deal with the incoming enemy.
In the Fire Law Hall of Strangers, Cheng Xiao's statue is among them, receiving the incense of future generations.
But only Li Xiuzhen knew how much his master weighed. He was just a layman who had joined Taoism halfway. He only went to the mountains to practice Taoism because he killed people to avoid disaster. He also liked to look at women's red bellybands and drink wine and talk nonsense.
The master is not reliable at all. He does whatever comes to his mind. He especially likes to brag to himself about which senior sister and junior sister fought hard for him back then.
How could the master know that he had stolen other people's things and that he had replaced the master's wine with plain water? The people at the foot of the mountain were indifferent to the master's wine, and he could sell it for a lot of money to buy candies!
I didn't learn the fire techniques taught by the master well. I also eavesdropped on the conversation between the master and the elders. The master always defended himself, a disciple who was not up to par. The elders asked him how Li Xiuzhen was doing with his studies, and the master laughed and said that he was doing well. It must be as high as seven or eight floors!
But such a master, in order to protect himself, exhausted his last bit of spiritual power, knelt on the ground and became a lamb to be slaughtered.
The monster that could set off huge waves of hundreds of feet in a small lake was repelled by the master time and time again. That erratic flame was in the hands of the master, it was in the hands of the master!
"Lord Sword Immortal!"
Cheng Xiao once again repelled the attack of the demon tribe. He was covered in blood and one eye was blind. He had taken three rounds of confinement bullets and still managed to hold on without falling. Even in such embarrassment, he still shouted to the sky: "Please have mercy on my disciples, they are less than ten years old. If there is a hundred thousand faults, I, Cheng Xiao, will bear the responsibility! Please save them." Bar!"
As if in response to Cheng Xiao's determination to die, the wisp of fire in Cheng Xiao's hand gradually spread and gradually turned into the shape of a long sword.
As the firelight descended, there was an afterimage of a man dressed in white. The white shadow hung behind Cheng Xiao and said softly: "May you be safe and victorious."
The sword transformed by the fire was none other than Lianjiang, one of the Immortal Swords of Fire.
The legendary eternal flame, the lifelong enemy of water magicians, is currently holding its afterimage in Cheng Xiao's hands.
"Xiuzhen!" Cheng Xiao turned around, took a deep look at Li Xiuzhen for the last time, and then plunged into the darkness.
Fire lotuses all over the ground bloomed in an instant.
Li Xiuzhen shouted his master's name loudly, and there was nothing but fire in his eyes.
"Junior brother, please leave quickly."
"Second Senior Brother is right, we will protect you, please leave quickly."
"Brothers..."
Li Xiuzhen was extremely conflicted in his heart. He looked at the senior brothers with firm eyes, tears welling up in his eyes.
"I won't leave! I want to be with the master!" Li Xiuzhen shouted.
"You silly boy! If you are still here, there will be no more Fengming Sect in this world after dawn! Li Xiuzhen! Listen up, you are the last incense of our Fengming Sect!" The second senior brother was angry. He grabbed Li Xiuzhen and scolded him angrily.
Amidst the hail of bullets, the brothers grabbed Li Xiuzhen and started running. Li Xiuzhen watched the brothers fall one by one, and he cried again in pain.
It's my own fault. I secretly came back and caused trouble to my master and my brothers. I will never say that my master is useless again. Give me my master back!
Before dawn, they still had not escaped from this "lake".
Regret carried the half-dead Cheng Xiao and walked to them step by step.
As if to demonstrate the strength of the strong, they began to play a beheading competition in front of Li Xiuzhen.
Li Xiuzhen froze on the spot, and the inner lake in his heart was quietly distorted at this moment.
Li Xiuzhen didn't know how long it had been before the senior brothers swarmed up and entangled the demons. The master crawled in front of him and took out the heart-quenching fire from his chest.
"You have to...pass it on..." Cheng Xiao said with a smile even though his eyes were ruined.
After saying that, Cheng Xiao was cut in half by the demon in front of Li Xiuzhen.
Li Xiuzhen held the heart-quenching fire in his hand, and his roar echoed above the lake.
The fire lotus withered.
