"Wu Que, have you seen that valley mountain? Let's climb up blindfolded and see who can reach the top of the mountain first. If you are faster than dad, dad will give you a surprise!"
"Okay! Let's compare!"
Li Qing felt that he was being blindfolded by his father. He immediately found the direction and started running.
Feeling the slippery feel of the rice under his feet, Li Qing found the direction and climbed hard. When he felt that he was about to reach the top, he suddenly missed the step and fell to the ground. He took off the black cloth covering his eyes and found that
I have fallen into a big cage.
The rice was swept away.
Countless strange and terrifying faces came from all directions, and they shouted at the top of their lungs. "Burn him, burn him! Burn this monster!"
Then the fire burned vigorously, and I was at the center of the fire.
Li Qing thought he was going to die, but he didn't expect that someone he had never imagined would fall from the sky.
Looking at the unfamiliar faces outside the iron cage, countless resentments suddenly rose in Ximen Wuque's heart. Are these the people who want to burn me to death? I have never done anything sorry to them, but they want to kill them so cruelly.
Kill me.
And the person in front of me, the person who tricked me here was actually my father? That man was standing expressionlessly in the middle of the crowd. Was he going to watch his son being burned to death like this?
The fire burned fiercely, and Ximen Wuque felt extremely painful, "I'm going to die."
Just as he was thinking this, a water column as thick as a bucket fell from the sky, and a thunderous voice resounded, "You ignorant mortals, such a good boy, you treat him like a monster."
Burn to death?!"
A young Taoist stepped on a flying sword and descended from the sky, "Do you think that the skeleton that turns into a monster at night is a fairy? As everyone knows, this is the treasure body of the immortal, the ghost skeleton fairy body. The ignorance of mortals almost harmed this great fairy seedling!"
The young Taoist snorted coldly, raised his hand, and Li Qing felt his body fly up in the air and into the hands of the Taoist.
"Immortal?"
"This man can fly, he is an immortal!"
The onlookers were stunned for a while, and then they shouted excitedly, "It turns out that the young master of the Ximen family is actually a cultivator."
"This is incredible. You idiots actually think you are a monster!" Someone began to accuse the people around them.
"Come on, when you screamed that you wanted to burn this kid to death, you screamed the loudest!"
The one with the most exciting expression was Ximen Wuque’s father. Ximen Ren stood blankly on the spot, his eyes filled with expressions of confusion, shock, shame, regret, etc.
"From today on, I am your master, Ximen Wuque. Once you enter my sect, you will be completely isolated from the world. You will not be able to see your parents again in this life. Are you willing?"
The young Taoist asked himself.
Looking into the young Taoist's clear and handsome eyes, Li Qing answered seriously after a moment, "I am willing, Master!"
Hearing this, the young Taoist nodded with satisfaction, hugged Li Qing tightly, and took him flying into the clouds with his flying sword.
Seeing the shadow of the middle-aged man Ximen Ren slowly getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared, an indescribable feeling arose in Ximen Wuque's heart, which seemed to be relief, but also seemed to be pain.
Flying thousands of miles high in the sky for the first time, surrounded by billowing clouds, Li Qing did not feel scared at all. On the contrary, for some reason, a familiar feeling rose up. Vaguely, he felt as if he had often been there before.
Fly like this.
The young Taoist's original name was Zhou Fufeng. He had a life-threatening fifth-level cultivation and was the leader of a small sect, the Heshan Sect.
There are not many people in the Heshan Sect. Except for a spirit-chasing rat caught by Master Zhou Fufeng from somewhere, there are only two of them, the master and the disciple.
From Zhou Fufeng, Li Qing learned how to practice.
After starting this practice, he immediately got out of control. In just three years, he entered the life-threatening fairyland. According to the master, his cultivation level and age are rare even among those sects.
of genius.
After all, you have such talent, there is great hope for revitalizing our Shanhe Sect in the future.
Zhou Fufeng's greatest wish in his life is to revitalize Shanhe Sect. Rumor has it that Shanhe Sect was once a glorious sect, comparable to the Nine Immortal Sects, but it eventually declined gradually.
As the 3065th head of Shanhe Sect, revitalizing Shanhe Sect has always been Zhou Fufeng's big wish.
And in all this, he saw hope in Ximen Wuque.
Five more years have passed like this, and it has been eight years since Li Qing came to this mountain gate. For eight years, he and his master have been dependent on each other. Their relationship has become that of both master and father, and the hurt he suffered in childhood has gradually subsided.
However, although these years have been peaceful, Ximen Wuque often feels that he is having strange dreams one after another. He always dreams that he transforms into a person named Li Qing, and dominates the world in an endless mysterious land.
, covering the sky with one hand.
As he gets older, the images in those dreams become more and more real. Sometimes, even during the day, those images will keep flashing in his mind, so that sometimes, he can't even tell who he is.
Ximen Wuque is still Li Qing.
Although he has these confused and painful memories, compared to those terrible days in his childhood, Ximen Wuque has been living an easy life these past few years.
But unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and the peaceful days were finally broken again on a full moon night.
Ximen Wuque went out to collect herbs, but he encountered a flash flood and the mountain of herbs was flooded. He could not collect the herbs, so he had to come back early. When he returned to Shanhe Gate, laughter and curses came from the back yard.
But it turned out that Mr. Li, his master's friend, came to him for a drink. Just as Ximen Wuque was about to walk in, a word made him stop in his tracks.
"Brother Zhou, you must always be wary of your apprentice. If he knows the truth back then, then you will..." They had obviously drunk a lot, so this sentence was a little unclear.
"Beware? How could it be? If you didn't tell me and I didn't tell him, how could he know what happened back then? He has always regarded me as his father, and I also regard him as my son. How can a father be wary of his son?"
Another person sneered, "Father, son? If you hadn't used special techniques to activate his immortal body in advance, how could he have manifested visions as a nine-year-old child who had never been exposed to spiritual practice? His
It sounds like the tragedy in our family was caused by you!"
Zhou Fufeng fell silent.
But I heard another person continue to say, "That's not all. In order to avoid future troubles, you even killed his parents with your own hands after taking him away. Not a single one of the nearly 100 people in the Ximen Mansion was spared. This is
There is a blood feud. What son do you raise? He is clearly a tiger or a wolf! Brother Zhou, I am kindly reminding you, please don’t take it to heart!"
"What you said is true, but the future of our Shanhe Sect depends entirely on Wu Que. When I first met him, I knew that the revitalization of our Shanhe Sect must be done by him. The Ghost Skeleton Immortal Body is the result of cultivation.
Our Shanhe Sect, the perfect body of Shanhe Ghost Arts!"
Ximen Wuque was inexplicably shocked. He resisted the urge to rush out, left Shanhe Gate again, and flew into the sky with his flying sword.
He didn't believe what Zhou Fufeng said was true. He wanted to go to Ximen Mansion in Lianrong City to see if his parents were still alive.
Unfortunately, when he came to the place where Ximen Mansion used to be, he only saw a ruined wall overgrown with weeds. The luxurious Ximen Mansion at that time had now become a ruin, with green snakes and giant rats walking through it.
I asked a passerby,
"Ximen Mansion? This happened many years ago. There was a fire that night. All the people in the Ximen family died. No one survived. Retribution. This must be retribution. Back then, they even lost their son.
They will all be burned to death..."
All of this turned out to be true, turned out to be true.
"It turns out, Master, you lied too, and you lied to me too!" Ximen Wuque turned into a sword light and flew into the sky, rushing towards the Shanhe Gate. His eyes were already red.
Just when Li Qing in the illusion kept flying back to the Shanhe Gate, the third level test place under the tomb tower was in Li Qing's sea of consciousness.
"Haha, I finally absorbed this white mist,"
King Wu Xiang touched his belly and burped. He saw that his belly was as big as that of a young woman who was about to give birth in ten months of pregnancy.
"When I finish digesting these soul powers, I will be able to turn into a ghost again and be able to walk in places where there is no sunlight!"
King Wu Xiang was very satisfied in his heart.
Next to him, Li Qing's soul still had his eyes closed, deeply immersed in the illusion.
"This boy's soul should still be in that illusion without knowing it. Should I wake him up?" King Wu Xiang fell into thinking.
"If I want to wake this kid up, I'm afraid I can only hit him, but his body-protecting magical power seems to be operating automatically. If I wake him up, I will have to suffer again, which is not cost-effective.
"Although King Wu Xiang worshiped Li Qing as his master, the first thing he considered in his heart was of course his own interests.
At this moment, he was very reluctant to wake up Li Qing at the cost of getting hurt, but then he thought about it again.
"The soul attack here is very insidious. It is indeed very similar to King Jinfeng's stupid soul-moving method back then. For so many years, I have relied on the thunder heart inside the Tianlei Song to isolate the world, and I have been able to withstand the years.
Erosion. Did that bitch King Jinfeng also have an adventure and not die yet?"
Thinking of this, King Wu Xiang's face showed a look of hatred. He was almost beaten to death by King Jinfeng. If it weren't for King Jinfeng, how could he be so miserable? How could he have lived such a miserable life for millions of years?