I saw that the sun was actually covered by a blood-red red moon at this time.
The red moon that covers the sun exudes a dark, evil, and destructive aura, which makes people unable to help but be captured by the sight.
Qingyang's mind was also captured by the evil red moon at this time, but the nameless ancient sutra he practiced started to operate automatically, and at the same time, the ancient Taoist sutra he usually recited also sounded in his ears, stabilizing his mind.
After waking up, Qingyang trembled and looked at the red moon again, only to see that a billowing bloody red mist suddenly formed around the red moon, spraying out into the sky like a spring. In an instant, the sky was dyed red by the red mist. , the whole sky looked scarlet.
As the red moon continued to spray out blood mist, the blood mist that originally shrouded the sky continued to occupy and exaggerate the originally clear sky.
For a moment, the sky and the earth were filled with blood, and it was extremely depressing. Qingyang wanted to call out to alleviate the fear in his heart, but he couldn't make a sound no matter what.
At this time, the world was silent. The sun had been shining brightly just now, but all living beings in the world no longer felt a trace of warmth. There was only endless fear and despair, but no matter what, they could not express a trace of stiffness.
Just when Qingyang was desperate, he suddenly heard two shouts of "Huh! Ha!". As soon as these two shouts came out, Qingyang felt that the despair and fear that had been suppressed in his heart were instantly dissipated.
Turning towards the place where the shout came from, it was my uncle who was under the old locust tree. However, after two loud shouts, the uncle actually fell on his back and fell under the old locust tree.
Qingyang was shocked when he saw this and ran over quickly.
At this time, the whole village seemed to wake up from the two loud shouts of the uncle. For a moment, the screams of fear, the calls for relatives, and the footsteps of the tribesmen running to avoid were intertwined, making the whole village full of panic. breath.
Qingyang didn't care about the situation in the village and ran straight to the old locust tree.
Passing by his own yard, he saw his mother trying to run out of the yard in a panic to look for him, so he quickly asked her to return to the house, and then ran towards the old locust tree.
When I came to the old locust tree, I saw that the scarlet color in the sky was even worse.
At this time, my uncle was lying on his back on the ground, his face was pale, and even the scarlet in the sky could not add a trace of blood to him.
Seeing this urgency, Qingyang quickly helped him up, only to feel that his whole body was cold. If it weren't for seeing him coming, the old man's eyes rolled and he opened his mouth to speak, Qingyang would have almost thought that he was holding a corpse.
Letting the old man lie in his arms, Qingyang called softly, "Uncle! How are you?"
The old man opened his mouth several times and finally spoke intermittently.
"The red moon, the red moon destroyed the world, the heaven and the earth were broken, and the smelly wind spread all over the place. It's really coming!"
The voice was so low that if Qingyang hadn't greatly strengthened his hearing after training, he would have been almost inaudible.
After saying this, the old man took a breath, rested for a while, and then said intermittently, "A~A~Yang, my ancestors once~used to..."
He seemed to be about to die at any moment while talking, which made Qingyang anxious, and he quickly said, "Uncle, don't talk yet, take a rest first!"
However, the old man suddenly burst out of strength from nowhere, grabbed Qingyang's arm, and said, "Ancestor Qingxuan once prophesied that after the catastrophe of the end of the Dharma, the heaven and the earth will sink, the red moon will rise in the sky, the earth will be scarlet, and all living beings will be extinct. Cunyi, I didn’t expect that today would really come.”
Qingyang heard the old man's words and looked at the scarlet blood mist that was constantly pressing down. It was far away from the earth just now, but now it was approaching much lower, and his heart couldn't help but feel heavier.
The old man continued, "I have been practicing for decades, but I can only scratch the surface. I can only use my full potential to make those two sounds to dispel the oppression in the village. Now it is up to you."
At this time, the old man's originally pale face turned blood red, and he no longer felt as weak as before when he spoke.
Qingyang knew that this was a sign of returning to glory, and he couldn't help but feel even more sad in his heart. However, what the old man said at this time was related to the life and death of his clan, so Qingyang had to endure his grief and listen.
"In the past few decades, I have been giving you the boxing scriptures passed down by ancestor Qingxuan. Unfortunately, because of the coming of the end of the world, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth no longer exists, and the ancestor's bloodline is far away, no one can practice it. Fortunately, you kid has perseverance, With perseverance and opportunity, I actually practiced before the end of the world when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was released. I was able to introduce the energy into my body and reach the skin refining stage. I should be able to survive this first red moon wind and protect my Qing family's bloodline. Absolutely!"
When the old man said this, his face became even more ugly. Qingyang did not dare to interrupt him and listened with tears in his eyes.
"Don't slack off, continue to practice, and organize the people in the clan to practice. It is best to have a few more people in the clan who have reached the skin refining level when the red moon wind reaches the ground. You have the prestige of fighting tigers before, and they I should listen to you!"
Qingyang nodded repeatedly and said, "My grandson has remembered it."
When the old man said this, he already looked like he was exhausted, but he still managed to take a breath and continued, "Have you remembered the Taoist scriptures I recited this morning?" After speaking, his eyes were full of hope, until he saw Qingyang nodding, Then he lowered his hands as if he was relieved, and turned his head to look at the clansmen running and calling everywhere in the village. His eyes were full of nostalgia, and he murmured to himself:
"The blood~moon~sees, the demon~evil~appears, the wind~cloud~dramatic~changes, the mountains~river~shou~song..."
Before he finished speaking, there was no sound!
Qingyang felt sad in his heart, but looking at the panic of the clansmen in the village below, he knew that this was not the time to indulge in grief.
At this time, the clansmen were too busy taking care of themselves, so naturally no one paid attention to the old man's sacrifice.
So Qingyang put the old man into the hole of the locust tree. This locust tree was not known to be many years old. It was as thick as five or six people surrounding it. The tree hole at the bottom was where the children of the tribe usually played. At this time It just serves as a resting place for the old man.
After putting the old man away, Qingyang used his strength to knock down the old man's house next to the locust tree and bury the hole in the tree.
After hearing this last night, Qingyang hurriedly ran to his home. As he ran, he looked up at the sky and saw the red moon hanging in the sky. The scarlet blood mist kept spewing out and then dispersed in all directions, like a huge blood-red giant. The umbrella is like covering the earth.
At this time, the blood mist was still extremely far away from the earth. At this speed, Qingyang estimated that it would take more than ten days for the scarlet blood mist to reach the land of China.
In the past ten days, I don’t know how many people have been able to introduce Qi into their bodies and practice to the level of skin training.
When they came to the courtyard, they saw Qingyuan still comforting Qing's mother. When they saw Qingyang coming back, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
Qingyang greeted the two of them, and then said, "The uncle under the old locust tree is dead. You all heard the two shouts just now, right? It was from his old man. Those two shouts consumed all his energy." life."
Both Qingmu and Qingyuan were a little sad after hearing this, but the world changed drastically at this time. Qingyuan had been comforting Qingmu at Qingyang's house because Qingyang had gone out before. When Qingyang came back, he was also worried about his family, so He said goodbye immediately and left.
"Ayang, what's going on? Why did the sky suddenly become like this!"
Qingyang looked at his mother's worried and frightened look, and couldn't bear to tell him the truth what his uncle said, so he had to falter casually.
Seeing that she was still panicked and uneasy, Qingyang thought of the quiet and peaceful feeling his uncle gave him when he recited the ancient sutra. He sat down cross-legged and began to recite the ancient sutra in the same tone as his uncle recited.
[An additional chapter will be added at 18:00 pm for Ye Qingyang]
