The Qingyun Mountains stand tall in the Central Plains, with seven majestic peaks and steaming clouds rising straight into the sky. It has the appearance of reaching the sky and the aura of an immortal.
The Qingyun sect has been established for more than two thousand years. From the ancestor Qingyunzi to the lintel of the Qingye ancestor, to this day, the headmaster is Tianchengzi Zhenren.
There are many talented people in the family, peers
There are Zhen Yu, Zheng Tong and other righteous masters who are famous all over the world. Among the younger generation of disciples, there are countless outstanding figures and talented people. Among them, the two direct disciples Daoxuan and Wan Jianyi who were carefully cultivated by Tianchengzi are the most outstanding.
A rare talent seen in a thousand years.
He is favored by all the people in the world and is called the leader of a famous sect and the right path.
Standing at the foot of the Qingyun Mountain, looking up at this majestic peak, you can't see its full picture, which makes you even more yearning. You wonder what kind of fairyland and misty scenery the top of the majestic peak of Lingshan Mountain is.
Such a majestic fairy mountain and a famous sect were originally respected by all living beings in the world. However, in this year, the leader of the Demon Sect, Qiu Wangyu, gathered all the elites in the sect and came out from the wilderness temple in the northwest, sweeping the world, heading straight towards Qingyun, and
In the warm spring season when the flowers are blooming and the sun is shining brightly, the demon sect's army besieged Qingyun and launched a massive attack on the mountain.
In front of a dense forest at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, there are two people standing. One is young and resolute, with a majestic bearing. At this moment, his brows are furrowed, and he is looking up at the majestic peak of Lingshan Mountain in the distance that goes straight into the sky and is looming in the clouds. There seems to be some shadow on his face.
He looked worried; and the other person standing next to him was dressed entirely in black, with a black scarf covering his face and covering his head, only revealing a pair of deep eyes.
And in the forest behind the two of them, it didn't look empty. There were vaguely visible figures flickering, and there were even reflections from the swords, which made people feel a bit chilly.
Not long after, the young man suddenly frowned and sighed, walking back and forth for a few steps with his hands behind his back. He seemed a little restless. The man in black next to him glanced at him lightly, but did not mean to persuade him.
, just looked away calmly.
After a while, it was the young man who couldn't bear it anymore. He turned around and frowned at the man in black and said, "Mr. Ghost, I still don't understand why the sect wants to keep me here at the foot of the mountain, but doesn't let me do such a big thing."
Participation, could it be that the old man is suspicious of me?"
The man in black snorted and asked instead, "Who taught you this art?"
The young man said: "It was passed down by the sect master."
The man in black asked again: "How does the sect master treat you?"
The young man pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "The kindness is as heavy as a mountain, and we treat it as one's own."
The man in black snorted and said: "You just need to understand in your own mind. As far as I'm concerned, the old sect leader is indeed not bad to you. This Ghost King Sect's foundation will definitely be handed over to you in the future. Don't do it."
Overthinking it.”
The young man sighed, turned around and looked at the towering peaks of Qingyun Mountain, and said: "If this is the case, the siege of Qingyun Gate is such a big deal, why didn't the sect master let me go up the mountain, but asked me to lead people?
Waiting in the forest at the foot of the mountain, just doing the supporting work?"
The man in black was silent for a moment and said: "There are only two possibilities for this matter. One is that the old sect master knows that this battle is dangerous. Qingyun Sect is a thousand-year-old sect with countless masters. If you are not careful, you will be killed.
The fate of death is why you stay out of it; secondly, that is..."
His voice suddenly deepened, and he took a step forward and stood beside the young man. He glanced left and right, and then said softly: "Secondly, maybe it was the old sect leader's heart that actually meant this war.
The result is not promising. For the sake of the foundation of the Ghost King Sect, I have just asked you to respond here to prevent any unexpected events."
When the young man heard this, he was immediately frightened. He turned to look at the man in black and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Ghost, how do you say this?"
The man in black chuckled, as if he didn't care at all about what he just said. After a moment, he said calmly: "It's just a random guess."
The young man looked sternly and looked at him deeply. His lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He just turned around silently and looked up at the tall mountain peak.
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the woods behind them. The young man's face turned cold and he turned around and shouted: "What's going on?"
Not long after, a man ran out of the forest dragging an old man who looked like a woodcutter. There was a bit of panic on his face, and he seemed to be in awe of the young man. When he got close, he hurriedly said:
"Reporting to the Deputy Sect Leader, we caught this old man near the woods."
A cold light flashed in the young man's eyes, and he looked at the old man.
An invisible force seemed to hit him instantly. The woodcutter seemed to be just an ordinary man. He was frightened by seeing the light of swords and swords in the forest just now. How could he withstand this? His feet suddenly softened and he fell to the ground. At the same time, he squeaked in his mouth.
Zhiwuwu screamed feebly, and he didn't know what he was talking about.
The young man snorted coldly and looked at his subordinate, who hurriedly and carefully reported back: "Deputy Sect Master, I have asked before. This old man said he was a woodcutter from a nearby village and happened to be passing by here today."
"Huh?" A voice came from the side, but it was the man in black named Mr. Ghost who looked over and frowned, "What village?"
"Three miles away from here, at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, is called Caomiao Village."
Mr. Ghost shook his head and said: "It's too close. I'm afraid it will expose our hiding place. How come no one discovered it before? When I lead people over and destroy the village..."
"Wait a minute!"
Before Mr. Ghost finished speaking, he was interrupted. He looked up, frowned at the young man, and said, "Xiao Wan, what's wrong?"
The young man smiled faintly, but waved his hand and ordered his men to drag the old woodcutter back to the forest, and then said calmly: "They are just a group of ordinary people. How can the reputation of my holy religion come from killing at will? I have no right to let it go."
Those Central Plains sects have taken it lightly; and now our holy army has already gone up the mountain, so what’s the point of killing them? There’s no need to worry about it.”
Mr. Ghost was silent for a moment, nodding and saying nothing, and the young man he called Xiao Wan looked up at Qingyun Mountain again, his face uncertain, as if he was still worried about the people staying on the mountain.
But at this moment, Xiao Wan's eyes suddenly froze!
I saw that in the originally clear sky, a dark cloud suddenly rolled in, instantly dispersing the originally misty and white clouds in the entire sky. (To be continued)