In the hidden valley, there was a sect in the Daomen Branch 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 Dongyi sect, was beheaded with a sword. His head was hung on the mountain gate with his eyes open, unable to close his eyes.
"Ah... my friend..."
Wails of pain resounded throughout the valley.
It is the visiting Taoist, the leader of the Guanshan Sect, Qi Keshanren.
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 bodies of the people in the cave, but kept them as evidence.
The next day, the Qiqushan people united with a dozen of their comrades and rushed to the location of the 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 when I look up, it is also empty.
Suddenly, I felt that this road was deserted and deserted.
Qiqushanren 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 main hall of the Weijian Sect. There was no one in the hall. Going further to the back mountain, they saw white cloth flying and yellow paper paving the way.
A Taoist said: "In this situation, could it be that someone from the Wei Jian Sect died?"
"It should be."
When everyone arrived at 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 a way for his disciples to go 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 people in Qibushan recognized 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?"
Qiqushanren asked: "What happened to the Wei Jian Sect?"
"Hen Weizi went to my cave to discuss Taoism. Suddenly he saw a disciple sending a signal asking for help. When he came back, the entire sect had been destroyed."
"Who did it?"
"Dongyipai Dongzhenzi."
Qiqushanren 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 Dongzhenzi to question Dongzhenzi. Dongzhenzi admitted it himself. What evidence do we need?"
People in Qiqushan didn’t believe it, but he knew what Dong Zhenzi’s nature was, and he was definitely not that kind of person.
"So, the Dong sect 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. We will wait until the results of the investigation are clear before we impose punishments."
"Haha...hahaha..."
Suddenly there was a 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?"
Qibushanren said: "He has gone insane. It's useless to talk more. Let's take him down first and then talk about it."
All the colleagues in the group nodded, and headed by the rugged mountain man, they all attacked together.
Henweizi suddenly pushed Lan Qingyi away with his palm and knocked her down the mountain, "Let's 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 can separate us forever.
The clear ripples fell at the foot of the mountain and hurriedly ran up the mountain. When they reached the foot of the mountain, they suddenly heard laughter:
"Hahaha... Qingwei kills the light of 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 kills both of us.
Hen Weizi, 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 Taoism 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 in every possible way, but you fought so hard for your life, causing nine fellow Taoists to die tragically. If we chase, we will definitely catch up with the true king of Pishui, Lan Qingyi, if she
If you insist on resisting, you 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.
On his shoulder lies 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 riverside, 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 with injuries.
Only blood was left, dyeing the river red.
The divine scholar Zichuan shook his head. If he were alone, he could take care of it. Now that he has his young son in hand, in order to prevent accidents, it is best not to cause trouble.
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 then went deep underground in the Tianshan Mountains and collected more than ten drops of stone milk that were hundreds of years old to use as milk.
The century-old stone milk is very powerful and needs to be diluted. One drop can last about half a month.
There are stone milks that are thousands or even ten thousand years old in the depths, and the aura is even greater, so it is not suitable for babies to take.
After Zijun ate stone milk and fell asleep, the divine Confucian Zichuan finally felt at ease. He said: "My disciple in Guanshan, thank you for your hard work."
As they talked, the two walked to the pavilion and sat down, pouring tea from Yue Guan Shan.
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 deal with the 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 talk about it then."
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.
The Taoists are crazy, and their eyes are covered by the tribulation energy.
When calling friends, it is difficult to fight for loyalty; when fighting in all ways, it is difficult to judge by the power of the sword.
Who doesn’t have a few friends who share the same path?
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 in 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 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 and said: "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.
Gratitude.
Then invite three Taoist elders to come and bear witness. Finally, spread the news throughout the Taoist world."
Taoist Kurong replied: "Yes, Daozi. Does Daozi know why this murderous catastrophe spread throughout the Taoist world in just one month? I once asked the people below, but none of them knew the cause of the murderous catastrophe. They only knew that their friend died and wanted revenge.
Snow hate."
"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 go there, and few people know their whereabouts."
"Three old friends, I will personally send a letter to invite you. If you can come, I will come, or if you can't come, it doesn't matter."
"Would you like to ask the guardian Dao to bless 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 a dozen of the true teachings, and headed for 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 of his hand and said: "The Master of Taoism has an order that the mountain will be cut off seven days from now and the grievances of the Tao world will be cut off. During this period, the Taoists will not fight anymore."
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.