In the hidden valley, there was a sect in Daomen Zimai Cave. Fifty-three people in the sect were killed, and their blood flowed into rivers and flowed out along the streams.
Horrible.
Dong Zhenzi, the leader of the Dongyi sect, was beheaded with a sword. His head hung on the mountain gate with his eyes open, unable to close his eyes.
"Ah... my friend..."
Wails of pain echoed throughout the valley.
It was the visiting Taoist, Qiqushanren, the leader of the Guanshan Sect.
The Dongyi sect and the Guanshan sect are relatively close to each other. The two sects often move around and communicate with each other.
"Huh? This scar and this sword move, could it be Qingwei's sword technique? My friend once said that he had a rift with the leader of Weijian Sect, Henweizi. Could it be that he killed him?"
With speculation in mind, Qiqushanren hurriedly left the valley, summoned other colleagues, and went to Wei Jian Sect to ask for an explanation.
In the valley, he did not bury the corpses of the cave group and kept them as evidence.
The next day, Qiqushan people united with more than a dozen of their comrades and rushed to the location of Wei Jian Sect, a high mountain with little reputation.
Everyone found their way up to the top of the mountain and saw the mountain gate with a plaque of Wei Jian Sect hanging on it.
There is no one in front of the mountain gate, and looking up, it is also empty.
Suddenly, I felt that this road was deserted and deserted.
Qibushanren said: "There is something strange and unusual in the Wei Jian Sect. All of you, my colleagues, should be alert and attentive."
Everyone moved forward cautiously and arrived at the Weijian Sect's main hall, which was also deserted. Going further to the back mountain, I saw white cloth flying and yellow paper paving the road.
A Taoist said: "In this situation, could it be that someone from the Wei Jian Sect died?"
"should be."
When everyone went to the back mountain, they saw dozens of new graves with soil added to them. Hen Weizi, the leader of the Wei Jian Sect, knelt in front of the grave, silently waving yellow paper and praying to clear the way for his disciples to the underworld.
Looking at this scene, Wei Jian Sect suffered a big change, all members of the sect died, and only Hen Weizi was left.
Standing next to Henweizi was a female Taoist. The mountain people knew that she was Henweizi's good friend, the True Monarch of Pishui, Lan Qingyi, and they had always heard of their friendship.
Lan Qingyi frowned and said, "Rugged Mountain Man, what do you mean by bringing people here today?"
Qibushanren asked: "What happened to the Wei Jian Sect?"
"Hen Weizi went to my cave to discuss Taoism. Suddenly he saw his disciples sending a signal for help. When he came back, the entire sect had been destroyed."
"Who did it?"
"Dongyi Pai Dongzhenzi."
The rugged mountain man was shocked and said: "Impossible. Although Dongzhenzi and Henweizi have quarrels, they are not the ones who destroyed the family and the sect. Is there any evidence?"
Lan Qingyi said: "Henweizi and I went up to the cave to question Dong Zhenzi. Dong Zhenzi admitted it himself. What more evidence do we need?"
Qiqushanren didn't believe it. He knew what Dong Zhenzi's nature was, and he was definitely not that kind of person.
"So, the Dongyi faction was destroyed by you and Henweizi?"
Lan Qingyi's sword was faintly unsheathed behind his back, and he said cautiously: "Exactly, do you want to kill us for revenge?"
"It's not about killing, I just want to capture you and hand them over to Kunlun Mountain Daozi. The punishment will be imposed after the investigation results are clear."
"Haha...hahaha..."
There was a sudden burst of laughter. Henweizi stood up, his hair disheveled, his expression was so sad that he was mad, and he said sternly: "Take it down? Why do you take it down? What crime do we have, and what crime do our disciples have?"
The rugged mountain man said: "He has gone crazy. It's useless to talk more. Let's take it down first and then talk about it."
All the fellow practitioners nodded, led by the rugged mountain man, and all attacked together.
Henweizi suddenly pushed Lan Qingyi away with his palm and knocked her down the mountain. "Go quickly. I hope you will take care of me. I beg you that I can't accompany you on the road."
In the air, Lan Qingyi looked at Henweizi and shouted: "Henweizi, no."
The two of them looked at each other, and Henweizi smiled softly, started with a sword, and faced all the ways.
One glance creates an eternity.
Lan Qingyi landed at the foot of the mountain and hurriedly ran up the mountain. When he reached the foot of the mountain, he suddenly heard laughter:
"Hahaha... Qingwei cuts off the sky with one sword!"
She stopped immediately, her heart felt empty, and her tears couldn't stop flowing.
Qingwei's sword cuts off the light of the sky, the final form of Qingwei's swordsmanship, the move that leads to the same death.
Henweizi, the leader of Wei Jian Sect, died...
Micro Sword Sect, destroyed...
"If you die, who will accompany me on this road? No one, no one anymore."
Lan Qingyi staggered away, thinking in her heart: "I want revenge, and I won't let you die like this. In the past, on Laojun Mountain, I discussed the Tao with many fellow Taoists and went to find them..."
On the mountain, Henweizi died with a sword, and nine of his comrades perished with him, leaving only the rugged mountain man and three other comrades.
The rugged mountain man said angrily: "What a bastard, we showed mercy at every turn, but you were so ruthless and fought for your lives that nine fellow Taoists died miserably. If we chase, we will definitely catch up with the True Monarch of Pishui, Lan Qingyi, if she Those who insist on resisting will be killed without mercy."
The Tao Sect's calamity begins.
In the wilderness, the divine scholar Zichuan took his son, Zijun, to the northwest to return to Yigu.
Lying on his shoulder was the little yellow beast, sleeping soundly.
On the road, I often see Taoist monks passing by in groups, with murderous intent.
He followed closely and took a look. When he arrived at a river, there was another Taoist cultivator bringing people there.
The two sides chatted for a few words and then fought each other with swords. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people died, and each of them dragged away his wounds.
Only blood remained, staining the river red.
The divine scholar Zichuan shook his head. If he was alone, he could still take care of it. Now that the young son is in hand, it is best not to cause trouble in order to prevent accidents.
Zichuan, a divine scholar, took Zijun along the way. Being a father and a mother was exhausting. It took him half a month to finally return to Guiyi Valley.
As soon as he came back, Yue Guanshan came with Tian Luo and said with a smile: "Greetings to the master, I have arranged all the necessary matters. Without bothering the master, just leave the little junior brother to Tian Luo."
Tianluo stepped forward and took the baby Zijun, put it in the cradle and took it to a small lake.
There, a new wooden house was built. Yue Guanshan went to the Lord's Mansion of Shuangye City and invited two maids to come and take care of Zijun.
He went deep underground in the Tianshan Mountains and collected more than ten drops of centuries-old stone milk to use as milk.
The century-old stone milk is very spiritual and needs to be diluted. One drop can last about half a month.
There are still thousands or even ten thousand years of stone milk in the depths, and the aura is even greater, which is not suitable for babies.
After Zijun ate stone milk and fell asleep, the divine Confucian Zichuan finally felt at ease. He said: "Thank you for your hard work, my disciple in Guanshan."
As they talked, they walked to the pavilion and sat down, Yue Guan Shan poured tea.
He smiled and said: "Master, you're welcome, this is what I should do."
The divine Confucian Zichuan told him about what he had seen on the road and the changes in the Taoist sect, and said: "The Taoist sect has started to kill and rob China. What are you going to do?"
"If you have a way to handle it with your seniors, I won't get involved."
"I'm just afraid that if you don't get stained by the world of mortals, the world of mortals will stain you. When a critical moment comes, you can't avoid it."
"let's discuss it later."
The two of them drank tea separately. Regardless of the wind and rain outside, they first protected their own one-third of an acre of land.
Daomen went crazy, and his eyes were covered by the tribulation energy.
When calling friends, it is difficult to fight for loyalty; in all ways, it is difficult to fight with the sword.
Who doesn’t have a few like-minded friends?
A neutral Taoist friend advised both parties to calm down. In the blink of an eye, his friend died, his eyes turned red, and he was plunged into a murderous situation.
In less than a month, killings and calamities spread all over the Taoist world of China, and Taoist sects were in chaos. It spread to Kunlun Mountain and Laojun Mountain, and dozens of true Taoists died.
By the time Dao Zi Mu Zhixuan and Dao Chuan Dong Wang Taiyi personally intervened, there was no room for maneuver.
The two parties were completely furious and couldn't tell the difference between right and wrong.
On Kunlun Mountain, Dao Zi Mu Zhixuan sighed: "It's helpless, Ku Rong, restrain the disciples and temporarily extinguish your anger. Later, you will go to Laojun Mountain in person and send a message to the Eastern King Taiyi. Seven days later, we will gather at Tianduan Mountain and Duandao Realm." resentment.
Invite three elders to come forward to bear witness. Finally, the news spread throughout the Taoist world. "
Taoist Kurong replied: "Yes, Daozi. Daozi, do you know why this killing catastrophe can spread throughout the Taoist world in just one month? I have asked the people below, but they don't know the cause of the killing and catastrophe. They only know that their friends died and they want revenge." avenge."
"Hey, someone must be secretly adding fuel to the flames. Unfortunately, I found out too late. Many fellow Taoists died tragically. There is no room for maneuver in the current situation."
Upon hearing this, Taoist Kurong glanced at Daozi and moved away without leaving a trace.
He said: "The three Taoists live in seclusion in the world and have not been in the world for a long time. They may not be able to go there, and few people know their whereabouts."
"Three old friends, I will personally send a letter to invite you. Come if you can, or don't come."
"Do you want to ask the protector Daoyou Jing Xuanhuang?"
Daozi thought for a moment and said, "Yes."
Although Jing Xuanhuang was introduced to Taoism by Dongwang Taiyi, his behavior was very fair.
After several contacts, Daozi had a good impression of him.
After chatting for a few more words, Taoist Kurong stood up and left, taking with him dozens of true Taoists and heading to Laojun Mountain.
Halfway through the journey, I suddenly heard the sound of killing in front of me. Taoist Kurong hurriedly led people there and saw dozens of Taoists fighting.
"stop."
Taoist Kurong separated the two sides with a palm and said: "The Master of Taoism has an order. Seven days later, the mountain will be cut off and the grievances of the Tao world will be cut off. During this period, the Taoists will not fight again."
The Taoist leaders of the two parties looked at each other angrily, cursed each other a few times, and left angrily to give way.
Taoist Kurong led the people to continue moving forward. After only a few steps, dozens of Taoists on both sides suddenly turned around.
The Taoist leaders from both sides shouted:
"Kill the old dog Kurong..."
