Cultivation

Chapter 1 Wedges

The sky filled with sword light mixed with the smell of blood permeated the Devil's Nightmare Mountain. A thin man in a black brocade robe walked around the front mountain surrounded by swords and swords to the back mountain.

The back mountain is a boiling volcano. The hot magma rolls out thick black smoke. The scorching breath prevents strangers from entering. It has always been inaccessible. The man stood at the mountain pass, his black robe was blown by the wind. The embroidered candle dragon seems to be about to take off the robe and come out straight to the sky.

The firelight from the magma coated his pale face with a layer of warm color, and also made his brows and eyes look deeper, and the strange blood in his eyes added a touch of monster to his upright facial features.

There are a few stone pillars made of jade in the crater. This is the array he set up. As long as you activate the array, a fire dragon will be born in the magma below it, burning all the living things on the mountain. This is a retreat route he paved for himself. .

It's finally here...

He stretched out his hand towards the jade pillar in front of him, and as soon as he touched the pillar, a two-inch-long lightsaber pierced into his body from behind the jade with lightning speed. It was too close, and he was at the end of his strength. Unable to dodge, the lightsaber went straight to the heart.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell backwards on the ground. A priest in white was reflected in his eyes. He forced a smile: "Devil Slaying Sword...it really is you..."

The Taoist priest in white squatted down beside him, spread out his right hand, and a bloody lotus appeared in his hand.

The man's eyes hurt from the red light from the lotus, he closed his eyes, and his face was covered with a dead air: "It's too late..."

The Taoist priest in white put his left hand on the man's chest, and the severed heart stopped beating. He bent down and pushed the bloody lotus into the man's chest, hugged the man in his arms, and put his mouth on the already cold lips cautiously. I posted it on the Internet: "I've always thought that I was quiet and inaction all my life, but after all, I have a little obsession... I want to gamble my life again..."

The moon sinks west, the greedy wolf looks north, the year is Jiazi...

Zhang Linggu woke up early in the morning and saw the words on the courtyard wall and felt angry. His alcoholic master must have drunk too much last night.

This ruined Taoist temple had already lost its incense, and if it continues like this, I'm afraid even ghosts won't come to the door.

Zhang Linggu took a cold steamed bun from the kitchen, picked up the bundled firewood under the eaves, and walked down the mountain. He was going to the village to take Uncle Xu's donkey cart to the county town to sell the firewood to supplement the expenses of the Taoist temple.

Zhang Linggu carried firewood and walked on the bluestone steps. Although he lived in a Taoist temple wearing a Taoist robe, he didn't feel that he was a Taoist priest in his heart. He just happened to be the apprentice of Wu Jiuzi, a stinky Taoist priest.

When Zhang Linggu was born, a dynasty had just died, and the princes from all over the country fought every day, and whoever won would be the emperor. wandering around.

Later they met a talking starling. The world was difficult and they couldn’t take care of themselves and worshiped less. The way they made money was to let the starling go to a big family first, making some strange noises at night, so that others thought A few days later, Wu Jiuzi, who looked like a bearded ghost with a fluttering appearance, pretended to be passing by for alms, and accepted the troublesome ghost along the way, and then took a reward by the way.

When Zhang Linggu was ten years old, Wu Jiuzi found an unoccupied Taoist temple. Although the Taoist temple was a bit small and dilapidated, it was still able to accommodate people, so Wu Xiezi took Zhang Linggu to live here. This stay is more than a year.

The Taoist temple was so dilapidated that even the painted sculptures on the god statues were mottled, and naturally there were not many pilgrims. The usual food depended on the two acres of Susukida behind the temple, and Zhang Linggu had to chop firewood and sell it to supplement.

It's not that Zhang Linggu never thought of leaving, but where could he go?

Turning a bend and going down the mountain road, the village is just across a small stream. It was a sunny day, but Zhang Linggu saw a thick fog covering the village.

The fog was also thick, like a falling cloud just hit the village, but the small bridge on the creek outside the village was clean without any fog. The creek is a boundary, and the fog is only in the On that side, neither the water nor the shore can be crossed.

"Something's wrong..."

As if to confirm Zhang Linggu's muttering, just as he finished speaking, a huge tentacle stretched out from the thick fog, brown and black with strange mucus.

The tentacle rolled towards Zhang Linggu with a strange smell, but before it touched Zhang Linggu, a blue arc flashed from the small wooden plaque on his neck, and the tentacle slid away immediately after being flicked by the arc. , followed by three more tentacles popped out of the thick fog, and the four tentacles rolled towards Zhang Linggu unrelentingly.

Zhang Linggu wanted to run, but when he turned around, he tripped over a tree root on the ground and fell abruptly. The tentacles swept over where he was standing just now, a few drops of mucus dripped down, and several shallow pits were corroded on the ground.

This slime is poisonous!

Zhang Linggu got up in a hurry, looked back in fear as he ran, and saw a woman looming out of the thick fog, she looked about 20 years old, wearing a long dark purple dress, The rich color makes her more attractive, but her pupil color seems to be different from ordinary people, hiding a touch of dark red that is difficult to detect, like a little blood solidified behind two pieces of exquisite black glass, which can only be seen under the change of light and shadow. only by chance.

As soon as she came out of the dense fog, the four thick tentacles just rolled back, and Zhang Linggu choked out a sentence from his throat with a trembling voice: "Be careful!"

When the woman waved her hand, there seemed to be a red light flashing in the air, and the four tentacles were cut off at the same time, and the dark green blood splashed everywhere with a strong fishy smell. When she passed by Zhang Linggu, she bent down Grabbing Zhang Linggu's collar and dragging him a foot away, narrowly dodging a tentacle that was still coming towards him.

The woman let go of Zhang Linggu's arm, and asked softly: "Xiao Daoist, is there a Daoist named Wu Jiuzi nearby?"

"I've never heard of it." Zhang Linggu replied without hesitation.

The woman in front of him gave Zhang Linggu a strange feeling. Although she was beautiful, she looked a little weird. He didn't know if it was an enemy or a friend. He subconsciously denied the relationship with Wu Jiuzi.

The woman pointed to the wooden plaque on Zhang Linggu's neck, with a charming smile on her face: "You wear the Thunder Talisman carved by him but say you don't know him?"

She still had a smile on her face, but there was a murderous look in her eyes, and she just waved her hand at Zhang Linggu: "I don't like people lying to me."

Zhang Linggu saw a red light flashing in front of his eyes, but in the blink of an eye, the red light was in front of him. Just at the moment of life and death, a blue arc appeared from the wooden plaque on his neck to block the red light .

Zhang Linggu felt that not only the hairs on his back were standing on end, but also his face was covered with goosebumps. Just now, when the woman said that the wooden sign was a thunder talisman, Zhang Linggu was still puzzled. Now At first glance, the arc light from the wooden sign really looked like thunder, but the red light blocked by the thunder was actually a slender red whip.

Zhang Linggu just breathed a sigh of relief, and before he could wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, he heard the wooden sign crack open.

As soon as the wooden sign was cracked, the blue arc light disappeared immediately. Zhang Linggu was stunned for a while, his eyes were full of red light, and there was only one thought in his mind: "Death."

At this moment, a ray of sword light brushed against his ear, narrowly resisting the red light whip that cut off Zhang Linggu's neck by an inch.

A familiar scent of sandalwood mixed with the smell of wine came, one hand grabbed Zhang Linggu's shoulder and threw him back, something in mid-air grabbed his shoulders, lifted him up and flew towards the Taoist temple go.

Zhang Linggu lowered his head and saw that the one who was fighting with the woman with the long sword in his hand was his master Wu Jiuzi, but he never knew that his master had such a golden sword, and he had never seen it before. Wu Jiuzi has such skills.

Around Wu Jiuzi, more than a dozen sword lights that were indistinguishable from real to fake hit the woman, showing an invincible momentum, but the red whip was cunning and flexible like a snake letter, elongated into a light and shadow to resist those sword lights, The two qi energies were mixed together, and the surrounding rocks were swept down by the sword qi that occasionally passed by, and when they hit the qi energy around the two of them, they were stirred into flying sand again.

Zhang Linggu's eyes were fascinated by the flying sand, and he could only see the white sword light and the red whip shadow shuttle endlessly in the rolling yellow sand.

The woman's voice came faintly from below: "Mingying came here specially to visit senior brother, it really makes Mingying sad that senior brother is facing each other with swords."

Brother?

Who is it called?

Could it be that he is called his own alcoholic master?

The situation below is not very clear. Zhang Linggu turned his head and looked up, and saw that holding his shoulders was a big black bird. Its wings spread out and flew about seven or eight feet above the ground. The bird was covered in black feathers. Only there is a white feather on the chest.

Zhang Linggu was a little confused, why does this fur look a bit like Old Ba?But Lao Ba is just an ordinary crow, not so big.

Just when Zhang Linggu was thinking wildly, he saw a little red light hit Lao Ba. Lao Ba loosened his paws and then clenched them immediately. It used up its last strength to fall, and it was about one hour away from the ground. When he was more than ten feet tall, his figure suddenly changed back to the appearance of an ordinary crow, and Zhang Linggu also fell to the ground.

Zhang Linggu fell to the ground and half of his body was numb. He was struggling to get up to see if Lao Ba was alive or dead, but he caught sight of a dark purple skirt out of the corner of his eyes.

The weird woman who claimed to be Ming Ying chased after her.

Ming Ying looked at the plaque on the gate of the Taoist temple: "Wuxin Temple? Senior brother, has your heart been eaten by dogs?"

"Spirit bone! Come in!" Wu Jiuzi's exasperated voice came from below.

Before Zhang Linggu had time to get up, a red whip was wrapped around his neck.

The other end of the light whip was held in Mingying's hand, she raised her eyebrows: "This child doesn't know any Taoism, senior brother, do you think we have no successors in Xingchenhai?"

"Let him go!" Wu Jiuzi fell from mid-air with his drunk stubble and bloodshot eyes. Although his bun was loose, he was still wearing the old Taoist robe, but with a sword in his hand, he Everyone showed a different aura.

"Senior brother, you are actually old." Mingying added an inch of strength to Zhang Linggu's hand to support the ground so that he didn't get dragged into a dog's shit. He felt that it was difficult to breathe, but he clenched his teeth and did not make a sound.

Mingying's eyes swept over Wujiuzi's gray temples and asked with concern: "Your Taoism is not as good as [-]% of what it used to be, but you don't have any injuries on your body. You have retreated instead of advancing all these years...Senior brother, you have What's the problem?"

People who cultivate the Tao can often stay young, and most of them look like young people or adults. If there are signs of aging, it is likely that they were seriously injured and died soon, or the realm is difficult to improve, and the hope of ascension is not far away.

"This has nothing to do with you." Wu Jiuzi's voice was so cold that it could melt into ice.

"Then let's talk about senior brother." Ming Ying stretched out her hand to caress her belly: "I'm pregnant and I'm about to give birth, and I want to borrow my senior brother's place to have a baby."

"You! You forgot Master's prophecy? You're crazy!" Wu Jiuzi's forced calm immediately shattered into rage: "You can't give birth to a child!"

The author has something to say: This is the first time I write pure love, please give me some advice