Looking from the sky above the wasteland, you can vaguely see the pointed roof rising slightly out of the solemn white.
The appearance of the village is not far away.
Halfway up the mountainside, the circling black horses shrank away and lost their dark luster. The dark-faced man hid in the snow. He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily, looking a little tired.
He has a featureless face, thick eyebrows, a big nose, and a full face of beards, each of which stands like countless dark steel needles.
This is a very tall and strong man. Even in such a windy and snowy day, he still has his clothes loose, revealing his strong and dark upper body.
Looking from a distance, the dark-faced man is full of blood, and every inch of his muscles contains unparalleled strength, almost like a bloody bull.
He looked at the villages in the distance, rubbed his stiff face with both hands, and looked a little distressed.
"I'm so embarrassed. I don't have the face to see my parents and fellow villagers!"
From the big hand like a cattail leaf fan, a sighing sound could be heard.
He stood on the snowy field for a long time with a sad face, his eyes showing infinite distress.
After a long time, the black-faced man finally moved. He bowed down and patted his legs respectively. Instead, he stuck two magical talismans on his calves.
Rushing all the way back to his hometown from Tongjiang, the dark-faced man's true energy was somewhat weakened by the hard work.
He picked up a handful of frost and snow and rubbed it hard on his face.
After regaining his energy, the black-faced man no longer hesitated, took a step forward with his legs, and flew out like a rabbit under the power of the magic talisman.
Things around him flew upside down, and scenes disappeared suddenly.
It took almost half an hour, when the magic talisman on his leg had lost its luster and the power of the talisman was almost exhausted, before the black-faced man finally arrived at the entrance of the village.
At the entrance of the village, a thick locust tree stood hunched over in a hug of three and five. The trunk was covered with white frost and snow. With a slight tremor, a lot of the pure white color was shaken off.
Several stone mills were piled scatteredly in one place, and beside them, there were a few old earthen jars, long poles, dustpans and other objects.
A few steps further, there is an old well. The gourd and gourd have been frozen hard and formed into a big piece of ice.
Beside the old well, an old man wearing a flowered coat was squatting aside, stroking his fingers in the snow from time to time.
Next to the old man, a yellow dog followed suit and squatted beside the old man.
Its eyes moved along with the old man's fingers, bit by bit from time to time.
This scene...
The excited black-faced man was stunned for a moment, and his mind did not turn around for a while.
"Second uncle?"
He recognized it for a while and barely recognized the figure of the old man in front of him.
"Second uncle, it's so cold in this cold weather, you're not afraid of catching cold!" The black-faced man shouted at the top of his lungs: "I, Maro, am back!"
The black-faced man is none other than Ma Luo, who just returned from Tongjiang.
When he first arrived at Qingli Palace, he took action first and left his name on the battle stele.
Although he was squeezed out quickly, Maro still felt a little proud.
It's a pity that he got off to a bad start. During the battle, he encountered Bai Shu, who went by the pseudonym Shen Daoren.
With just one strike of the peacock's divine light, this tough guy was knocked off the jade platform and lost the fight.
Although he was physically strong, he was not seriously injured, which even Bai Shu was a little surprised.
But then, the aftermath of the battle between Chu Xun and Chu Xiang affected Chi Yu.
Maruo was struck by the residual force of the supernatural power and vomited blood repeatedly. His physical injuries were minor, but he recovered within a few breaths.
But what is really serious is the Tao injury on the soul.
"Aro Buddhist Sutra to Destroy All Magic Powers"——
Maruo took half of the borrowing seals without hesitation, and the other half was blocked by Bai Shu.
But despite this, he was still almost beaten to death and suffered serious injuries.
After recuperating in Tongjiang for a few days, when his injuries were better, Maruo, who was filled with shame and anger, didn't bother to watch the gods fight, and just took the Dharma boat of Qingli Palace and left Tongjiang.
Later, there was vague news that the pretty Taoist priest who defeated him actually became a blockbuster and defeated the most popular Chen Jizi.
At that time, Maruo had already left Qinghuang County and was not far from his hometown.
Occasionally thinking about this incident, Maro always patted his thigh, secretly regretting why he didn't hug this thick leg tightly at that time.
He was born as a serious wild cultivator, but his inheritance was incomplete. In his practice, he also followed the path of wild fox Zen completely.
Maruo accidentally entered a valley in his early years and was lost in the valley for several days. In his confusion, he fell into a cave by chance.
It is no different from what was said in the early years. There are indeed immortal figures in the caves.
However, that immortal figure is not a good person.
As soon as he saw Maruo, he felt hungry and angry, but he was entangled in chains, sealing his heavenly magic power and unable to move.
During the conversation, Maruo learned that he was a young master of Turtle City. Because of his unruly behavior, the enemy had set him up here to trap him to death.
Turtle City is the holy land of Beiwei.
Together with Zhebingshan, Qingshen Temple, etc., they are the world's top powers.
The person trapped in the cave was a young master of Turtle City a hundred years ago. He was also famous in the Three Kingdoms and powerful throughout the world.
There has always been only one master of Turtle City, but there are several young masters of this ancient holy land.
The man in the cave was framed by his companions, deceived the eyes and ears of Turtle City, and together with the foreign enemies he had offended in his early years, trapped him in Xiaohuang Mountain.
Although he did not kill him with his own hands due to the blood restriction on his body, after hundreds of years, the man in the cave was already worse than dead.
As his lifespan dried up, the sealing formation also gradually weakened. The young Maruo strayed into the barren mountains, but found a great fortune in vain.
After suffering for several days, the fearful Maro finally waited until the cave owner died.
He stepped forward cautiously and found two books of exercises.
One is the "Guyu Golden Book", which is also the great magical power that sanctifies the physical body in Turtle City. This spell simulates the changes of the black turtle in the West Sea and breaks through the extreme state of the physical body.
But the other "Xiao Ku Mu Jue" is far inferior to "Guiyu Golden Book".
"Xiao Ku Mu Jue" is a mental method for practicing the Tao. It describes the outline of the mental method from fetal breath to the second level of Yang Fu. It is ordinary and has nothing surprising.
The second level of Yang Fu is the end of this Heart Sutra, and there is no way forward.
In Turtle City, "Little Dead Tree Art" is mostly given by masters to servants who have meritorious service. The masters of Turtle City will never look down on this simple Heart Sutra.
Most of the monks' practice, scriptures, and magical instruments are hidden in Niwan Palace, so they are not easy to get close to one's body.
And when the man in the cave expired, he destroyed the Niwan Palace himself and refused to give Maruo any advantage.
Perhaps he was about to die, or for various reasons, before he died, he left behind the "Guyu Golden Book" and "Xiao Deadwood Jue".
Thanks to the fate of his youth, Marlow was supposed to spend his whole life just working in the fields and dying of old age.
In this way, I happened to embark on the path of spiritual practice.
He is very talented, and relying on the existence of "Guiyu Golden Book" and his unforged Qi and blood, he has gradually made a name for himself on the Northern Wei border.
It's just that he can't be restrained, has a rough temper, and doesn't know how to manage things up and down.
Although he joined the Northern Guards' border army and held an official position, he was soon kicked out because he offended his immediate superior.
Often times, Maruo has been a nursing school instructor, a small sect elder, and a private soldier of a big family. Although he has no worries about food and clothing and lives in wealth, he can still be considered a luxurious person.
But deep down in his heart, he was always unhappy.
In "Xiao Ku Mu Jue", if you practice it to the second level of Yang Fu and reach the realm of Qi Blood, you will be at the top.
There is no way forward for this mental method.
Not only is the power of "Xiao Ku Mu Jue" slow, but when it intercepts the energy of heaven and earth, it feels somewhat incompetent. Moreover, this mental method is ordinary, whether it is to restore the energy or to improve practice, it is ordinary.
In terms of fighting skills, there is no advantage.
After decades of wandering, Maro also inquired in many ways and had the idea of changing his fundamental mindset.
But no matter how hard he tried, the results were all to no avail.
The mental method of Yang Fu that can be practiced is already quite good in the lower cultivation world, and is regarded as the foundation of those small sects and small aristocratic families.
And on the upper level, it's a holy place or a noble family.
They guard their fundamental inner thoughts very strictly and will never let them out.
When Marlow was working as a private soldier for a wealthy family, he made good friends with a young master in every possible way and devoted himself to his liking. The two soon became close friends.
But during a drinking session, when the dark-faced man's words vaguely revealed the idea of watching his mind, the young master of the aristocratic family suddenly changed his color and walked away on the spot.
The next day, Maruo was seriously injured and expelled from the family.
For the sake of past friendship, Marlowe managed to survive.
All kinds of flattery was in vain. The black-faced man who was recovering from illness was naturally angry and angry. When the injury got better, he simply broke the jar and settled down as a wandering monk in the mountains.
After trying so hard to get an invitation, Ma Luo originally wanted to be famous at the son-in-law selection ceremony, but never thought about it.
As soon as Fang started, he was defeated.
The dark-faced man touched his head and stared at the old man in a flowered coat beside the old well, his expression a little awkward.
Majia Village is the residence of the clan, and all the villagers, old and young, are relatives of the black-faced man.
When they heard that Ma Luo was going to participate in the selection of a son-in-law, everyone in the village was overjoyed and sent Ma Luo ten miles away with noisy gongs and drums.
It was bustling when I left, but deserted when I returned.
Maro swallowed hard, feeling a little at a loss.
"I heard that there was another war, so I rushed back here. Is our village okay?"
Seeing that the old man by the well ignored him, Maro had no choice but to bite the bullet and find something to say:
"The king seems to have brought a lot of demons here. That's not a good thing. Are you guys okay?"
"Man-demon?"
After a long time, low laughter came from beside the well.
"Not a demon."
"Of course we don't have it in our village."
Seeing that there was finally a response, the black-faced man touched his head and laughed naively:
"Before I left the village, I left so many backup plans for the village. Don't tell me that I, a younger generation, have my nose in the air. Even if Yang Fu San Chong comes here, I won't be able to get a good deal from our village!"
When I was a child, the old man in front of me was Marlow's husband. When I was studying, I didn't know how many times I was slapped with bamboo sticks.
Even though he has grown up, Maro still can't help but feel scared when he looks at the old man in front of him.
"I didn't win this time. I got beaten badly in the first game."
Maruo sighed, and he stepped forward to help the old man in the flowered coat, his stomach full of bitterness pouring out:
"Who would have thought that the pretty boy was so cunning and said he was using the Big Peacock Fist, but a divine light knocked me away."
He supported the elderly man and kept complaining, but after waiting for a long time, there was no response.
Maro felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. The coldness was like a snake, running straight from the soles of his feet to his heart. He turned his head warily, and beside him, the old man with a gray beard also turned his face away with a smile.
There was nothing wrong with anything. Under the influence of the soul, the old man beside him, whether his muscles, bones or blood flow, from the inside out, was the same as usual.
But the breath of fear was like a rope, tightly wrapping around Maro's neck.
It was as cold as a snake, but it burned Maro's skin red and hot.
The black-faced man took a deep breath, stood upright, and looked at the village entrance just a few feet away, but stopped moving forward.
The old man in the flower-coated coat passed him first, followed closely by the yellow dog wagging its tail.
He hesitated for a while, but finally frowned and stepped in.
Roofs, green tiles, trees, and several large stone piers were piled randomly, and bright red lanterns had been hung on the eaves of each house.
Everything was a familiar scene, but for no reason, Maro felt anxious.
A flash of spiritual light appeared in his hand, and a giant Xuanhua ax was held in his palm.
This is a magic weapon that Maruo got by chance when he was an elder in a small sect in his early years.
It was also the only thing in his body that he could handle.
Whether it’s a god or a ghost, let’s see and tell!
The dark-faced man followed behind him cautiously, step by step, with a cold face.
There was no sound, all the movement had faded away, and in the snow, only the footsteps of the two people echoed silently.
Rustling... rustling...
Rustling... rustling...
Rustling... rustling...
A strange tone floated gently in my ears, like the sound of a small flying insect flapping its wings, or like an evil beast raising its nose, greedily catching the breath of the wind.
The voice was indescribable, the tone was low and simple, and the tail note rose slightly, suddenly far away and then suddenly close, fluttering, and the strange melody in it was like the drumbeat of a marching army trampling on the body.
"I, I..."
Maro struggled to raise his head. He wanted to use all his energy to chop the owner of that tone into pieces, but deep down in his consciousness, he was too lazy to even lift a finger.
His whole body felt like it was filled with heavy divine iron. He couldn't help but dance, echoing the weird tunes and gently beating the beat.
The field of vision gradually blurred, and a sudden layer of fog covered Maro's eyes.
Purple, purple is so black...
He used his last bit of strength to barely open his eyes and his body was shaking.
The second uncle and the yellow dog have long disappeared. In front of them, in front of them...
What was in front of him was a deep black hole that squirmed like a giant mouth. Every brilliance, sound, and breath were all swallowed up bit by bit by the giant mouth.
Deep in the giant mouth, countless familiar faces were staring at him, their eyes were closed, and they had peaceful smiles on their faces, as if they were sleeping soundly.
"Dad...Mom..."
Maro blurted out two syllables, his eyes wandering.
How...how could it happen?
A gentle, warm breath surrounded him, as Maro stepped into the giant mouth.
Underground, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted!
The black-faced man took the opportunity to regain his mind. He rolled and crawled away from the giant mouth in embarrassment.
Maro's face turned pale and he looked towards the place where the sound came from.
A few feet away from him, two figures suddenly appeared.
A monk in white clothes clasped his hands together, looking at the huge mouth with a curious smile on his lips.
Behind the monk, followed an extremely ugly bald boy.
