At the color of the full moon, the sleeping Wang Ping had a strange dream, he actually dreamed of Feng Qingjun's past......

When Feng Qingjun traveled to this world when he was eighteen years old, his parents died when he was a child, and he was brought up by his grandmother, and when he was thirteen years old, his grandmother was injured and died, and he lived a life of eating hundreds of meals.

Although he is lonely, but relying on hard work, but not very hungry, today to the east to pick dung, tomorrow for the west family weeding, he also opened up two acres of dry land, planting some wheat and soybeans, although the days are dull, but not so many troubles in the previous life.

The neighbor Aunt Wang saw that he was diligent and good-looking, and wanted to marry her daughter Xiaohua to him.

But Feng Qingjun has no plans to get married at present, although his peers in the village already have several children, but he has received higher education, formed a fixed thinking, and feels that fifteen or sixteen years old marriage is not very mature, he is still a child, so he has children? But in this world, most men at the age of fifteen are already married and have children, and the age of thirteen with a good family background can be.

Anyway, Feng Qingjun couldn't accept it.

It's almost the New Year, Feng Qingjun held some New Year's gifts from the town, and as soon as he returned home, the village chief came to him: "Qingjun, Liu Butcher was imprisoned by the government for murder, and my family's New Year's pig has not been slaughtered, can you kill it?"

There are only 30 families in this small village, they make a living from farming, the people are simple, and only Feng Qingjun often goes into the mountains to hunt, and now there is no Liu butcher, and no one has to kill pigs.

Feng Qingjun was a physical education teacher in his last life, and after coming to this world, he wanted to do a great job, but he had neither a magic weapon nor a systematic awakening, so in order not to go hungry, he passed peacefully for eighteen years. He hunted, mainly by traps and traps to catch some rabbits and pheasants, and once killed a wild boar that was dying.

I didn't expect the village chief to come to me now.

The old man was good to himself, and he couldn't refuse, so he followed. There are a lot of helpers in the yard of the village chief's house, according to the generation, Feng Qingjun has to call uncle, everyone worked together to catch the three hundred pounds of big fat pig from the pigsty and drag it to a high platform, Feng Qingjun held a pig-killing knife in his hand and stabbed the black pig's neck.

He also used to live in the countryside and saw the slaughterer slaughtering pigs.

"Kill the pig and have a snack!"

This is what the old people in the village often say.

Feng Qingjun's hand probed into the blood hole, stabbed a few times in the pig's internal organs, and after cutting the aorta, the hot pig blood burst out like a scoop, and the village chief's daughter-in-law took the pig's blood with a basin.

A black-faced man carried a pig's tail to control his blood, and the village chief said, "Okay, okay." ”

Everyone let go, and the little flower girl who helped in the kitchen said, "Hurry up, pour boiling water into the big wooden barrel of the scalding pig." The women got busy, and buckets of steaming water poured into the barrels.

But at this moment, the dead pig lying on the ground jumped up, and with a roar, its four hooves flew out of the door.

The village chief screamed strangely: "Ah, I didn't kill it, hurry up and chase it, otherwise I won't find it if I run into the mountains." ”

Feng Qingjun had a black line on his face, he didn't expect to fail to kill the pig for the first time, and he didn't feel a little embarrassed. He was the first to pull his legs and rush forward, but he didn't expect the dead pig to run as fast as he could return, and suddenly burrowed into the waist-deep artemisia grass, only to hear the humming sound rising and falling in the forest.

Feng Qingjun ran out of breath, he ran all the way after the humming sound, and saw a deep cave with blood stains at the entrance of the cave. He breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a mallet-shaped stone on the ground, which he grabbed and chased in, and if the pig did not die, he would have to give it a few blows.

The cave is not deep, although the light inside is dim, you can still see things clearly, but what makes Feng Qingjun strange is that the pig is not in the cave. He couldn't help muttering, and felt a burst of creepy: "Damn, is this pig a sperm?" His scalp tightened and looked around, and his heart was a little hairy.

Suddenly, an old voice rang out.

"Boy, don't look for it. ”

Although Feng Qingjun was bold, he was not even afraid of monsters, he wanted to escape, but found that his legs were weak and he couldn't move.

"I've fallen for witchcraft?"

Feng Qingjun wants to cry without tears, I'll kill a pig, as for taking my life?

He looked around blankly: "Who's talking?"

A black figure appeared under the cave wall: "It's me!"

Beads of sweat on Feng Qingjun's head rolled wildly: "You...... Are you a pig demon?"

The black shadow said angrily, "Fart!"

Feng Qingjun hurriedly begged for mercy: "It's me the stupidest, Lord Pig Fairy, please forgive the villain's unintentional mistakes." ”

The black shadow turned around and walked over, but he didn't expect that he was a white-haired old man in a black cloak, he coughed and said: "That pig is outside the cave, I am Xuanyuan Tianzun, I saw that you have a wisdom root, so I attached myself to the pig and brought you here." ”

Feng Qingjun's shocked eyes almost fell out: "You are an immortal?"

Xuanyuan Tianzun said: "You can say so!"

Feng Qingjun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was not a monster: "Then why don't you come to me directly?"

Xuanyuan Tianzun said with a straight face: "I'm going to find you?"

Feng Qingjun hurriedly said, "I didn't mean that. ”

Immortals all regard mortals as ants, and it would not be good if he wanted to destroy himself.

Xuanyuan Tianzun said: "Actually, I fell three thousand years ago, and this is just a wisp of my remnant soul. ”

Feng Qingjun was frightened for the second time: "What?"

Xuanyuan Tianzun smiled: "Don't be afraid, I won't harm you, what you see now is the memory development that I wrote with the remnant soul, and it won't last long." ”

Feng Qingjun said: "Tianzun, what are you looking for me?"

Xuanyuan Tianzun said: "My natal golden pill is in the cave, I want to give you a chance, are you willing?"

How could Feng Qingjun be unwilling? He had dreamed of obtaining the supernatural power of picking stars and taking the moon! But there was no such thing as a free lunch in the world, so he cautiously asked, "Does Tianzun have any requirements?"

Xuanyuan Tianzun said: "One day, you will ascend and kill someone for me." ”

Feng Qingjun asked, "Who?"

Xuanyuan Tianzun said: "The master of the five continents, the Divine Martial Heavenly Monarch." ”

Feng Qingjun was shocked: "Empress?"

Xuanyuan Tianzun said: "What, are you afraid?"

Feng Qingjun's eyes were firm: "Senior, rest assured, if I fly to the immortal realm one day, I will go all out and live up to my mission." ”

Xuanyuan Tianzun said: "I want you to make a heavenly oath." ”

Feng Qingjun was puzzled: "What is the Heavenly Dao Oath?"

Xuanyuan Tianzun said: "This is a contract made between a cultivator and the Heavenly Dao, and a Heavenly Dao oath is issued, once it is violated, it will be punished by the Heavenly Dao, and the body will die!"

Feng Qingjun asked: "Senior, I don't know what Shenwu Tianjun has with you?"

Xuanyuan Tianzun said: "He is my junior brother, but for the sake of ambition, he did not hesitate to join forces with outsiders to attack me when I was in a catastrophe......"

Feng Qingjun understood: "It turns out that he was killed by Shenwu Heavenly Monarch. ”

Xuanyuan Tianzun said: "Have you thought about it?"

Feng Qingjun nodded, and he made a Heavenly Dao oath according to Xuanyuan Tianzun's instructions.

Xuanyuan Tianzun said: "Okay, you will plant my natal golden pill into your life spring." He said and stretched out his hand, a golden bead burst out of the ground with nine-colored divine light, and before Feng Qingjun could react, he had already pressed the golden pill into the dantian under the three inches of Feng Qingjun's navel, Feng Qingjun screamed and almost fainted, and it took a long time to ease up, and he suddenly felt that his ear power had increased greatly, and he could actually see at night, and the originally dim cave was unobstructed in his eyes.

Feng Qingjun clenched his fists: "Thank you seniors." ”

Xuanyuan Tianzun said: "This is among the 100,000 miles of mountains on the edge of Dongzhou, you must go out." ”

It turns out that this place is so deserted, no wonder Feng Qingjun doesn't know that there are monks and immortals, otherwise he would have to go outside if he died.

Xuanyuan Tianzun said: "My natal sword is hidden in the Vientiane Sword Shrine of the Taixu Sword Gate, you must think of ways to join the Taixu Sword Gate, after completing the foundation building, enter the Vientiane Sword Shrine to find my Natal Sword Taia, I, there is no time, you close your eyes, I will plant the divine spirit sword shadow into your divine sea." “

Feng Qingjun closed his eyes, his eyebrows were hot, and a golden light poured into his mind, and after a few breaths, a golden sword embryo with nine-colored divine light floating was formed in his mind, and the voice of Xuanyuan Tianzun in his ears gradually dissipated: "The god of the underworld visualizes the sword shadow of the gods, which can help you comprehend the "Divine Spirit Sword Sutra", which is the strongest swordsmanship in the entire immortal cultivation world, and when you enter the Taixu Sword Gate to find my natal sword in the sword mound, the sword shadow of the gods will sense each other with the Tai'a Divine Sword, the immortal road is long, quit greed and sex, remember, remember ......"

"Qingjun Om, where are you?"

As soon as Feng Qingjun came out of the cave, he heard the voice of the little flower girl wafting through the woods.

"Eh, auntie, I'm here. ”

Feng Qingjun trotted all the way over.

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Feng Qingjun was fine: "You melon baby, you run fast, the young pig has been found, but you don't see your shadow, I'm scared to death, there is often a cough in the middle of the night in this old forest, you don't know it's haunted, how dare you trespass alone?"

Feng Qingjun apologized: "I'm also too anxious, the first time I killed a pig, I had no experience, I missed, and I caused trouble for everyone." ”

Xiaohua Niang said: "This is sprinkled, the first is born, the second is ripe, okay, everyone hurry up and carry the pig back, otherwise the boiling water in the barrel is cold, and the pig hair will not be able to pull it out." ”

The village chief said, "Yes, yes." ”

Feng Qingjun also helped carry the pig, and everyone finally brought the pig back and put it in the barrel with great effort. “

Xiaohuaniang probed the water in the barrel with her hand and said, "The temperature is just right, fortunately I didn't mix the water first." ”

The village chief said, "You go to the kitchen and help, the men here can do it." ”

A man brought a half-dustpan of pig hair stones, Feng Qingjun was the first time to be a butcher, but every year to kill pigs will help drop pig hair, he moved quickly, and the young man also had great strength, grabbed the pig and retreated with a stone to rub the pig hair......

Soon, a few men turned over the pig, after dropping out the pig hair, there were a lot of red spots on the pig's body, which was ground when the pig was tickling, and finally the hair on the pig's head was almost cleaned up, Feng Qingjun found a sharp sweeping knife, drove the dirt on the pig's skin together with the remaining hair, unloaded the pig's head, opened a few hand-scratched holes in the pig's collar, and turned the knife to spin off the pig's tail, and pierced the rectum with twine.

The village chief had already set up a ladder to tie the rice-thick hemp rope to the beam under the eaves, and the two live buckles that had been tied were swaying in the wind.

Feng Qingjun opened two hand grips on the pig's buttocks, and then opened an opening on the joint of the hind legs, as long as the pig was lifted over and the rope sleeve was put into the mouth at the joint, and the pig's trotters were twisted, it could be hung steadily.

Although Feng Qingjun did it for the first time, he also had a clear idea and did a good job, and several men were boasting: "It's more meticulous than the work done by the old butcher." "It's almost called him the Prince of Pork, and Feng Qingjun is embarrassed.

He disemboweled, took out the internal organs, picked the bitter gall on the liver flower, and handed over the pig's belly to a stupid big man, he didn't like to stink, people were very sincere, every year he killed the pig to pour the stomach into each family, turn the intestines, blow the lungs, this kind of work to find meat in the dung, many people can't do it, it's not that it's dirty, but it can't pass which level in the heart, a look at the thing he vomited first, let alone rummag and clean.

The village chief put the two snow-white lard of the pig very rich, and the pig fat was also very thick, and the village chief couldn't close his mouth with a smile: "I fed so much pig food, and there was no waste of greed." ”

A few children next to them jumped up and down in a hurry, they were not hungry for meat, but wanted to soak the pig urine, poured some of the pig urine inside and then tied the mouth with hemp rope, kneaded it almost in the soil with their feet, and could find a bamboo stick to blow it up and kick it as a ball.

The village chief's wife took away the pancreatic soap used to wash his hands with the net oil and the pancreas, and the village chief's grandson put the pig's hair in a wooden bucket with a dung bucket, and when the people who harvested the bones in the spring came, they could sell the pig's hair and bones together.

Feng Qingjun unloaded the pork a few times, and then used a chopstick to dry it from the belly, the women were steaming the blood sausage pork, the men who were busy killing the pigs were on the kang, and the village chief's sons toasted one by one.

Wine is turbid wine, and love is true love.

Not long after, several old people in the village were also invited over, and the daughter-in-law of the village chief brought fried large meat slices and a few meat dishes. Dinner is naturally eaten at the village chief's house, and the killing of New Year's pigs is not only to kill New Year's pigs, but also to celebrate the arrival of everyone gathered together to celebrate the arrival of the New Year.

Feng Qingjun didn't drink alcohol originally, but when he was a butcher today, he had to drink a few cups, so he returned home in a daze and slept until the next day. He had just finished washing and was rinsing his mouth under the eaves when the village chief's grandson, Heiwa, came to give him a boiled pig collar (meat on his neck), which was a thank you gift from the master to the butcher.

"Master, just got up. ”

Heiwa holds a pig collar wrapped in oiled paper.

Feng Qingjun doesn't look at his age, his seniority in the village is not small, and the village chief's grandfather has to call him uncle, and it is natural for Heiwa to call him grandfather. He hurriedly turned his back and spit out the water in his mouth and said, "If you dare, you will send it again, and you will already eat beautiful at night." ”

Heiwa said: "Hurry up and catch it, I still have to kick the urine bubble with Huzi and them." ”

Feng Qingjun hurriedly caught the pig collar, and Heiwa ran away with a smoke.

"It's okay, you don't need to cut the meat, it's cold now, and it can't be bad. ”

After Feng Qingjun returned to the house, he sprinkled some salt on the pig collar and put it in the jar, so as not to make the rats and ghosts angry.

He sat on the edge of the kang and thought about it for a long time, now it is the day of the moon, everywhere is icy and snowy, even if he wants to walk out of the 100,000-mile mountain and leave the border wilderness, how can he wait until the snow melts in spring. He dragged his feet, sat cross-legged on the kang, closed his eyes and entered his sea of divine consciousness after calming down, the golden sword embryo with the nine-colored divine light lingering in the sea of gods, he contemplated it......

Ten years later, Feng Qingjun became famous in Yujing Academy.

Fifty years later, Feng Qingjun fought against the three dragon kings and became famous in Dongzhou.

Three hundred years later, Feng Qingjun was promoted to the Dragon Emperor and became the hall master of the Dragon Emperor Hall in Dongzhou.

A thousand years later, Feng Qingjun entered the Dragon God Temple of Middle-earth and became the most promising genius dragon god.

Three thousand years later, Feng Qingjun broke into the emperor realm, killed Kunlun, and fought the Divine Palace......

However, in a blink of an eye, Wang Ping dreamed of Feng Qingjun's unwillingness when he fell to Kunlun, he sang all the way, countless maidens, killed people like hemp, and finally died in the hands of the woman who loved him the most, which cannot be said to be ironic.

"I won't be like him!"

Wang Ping's mind sprouted such a thought, he exclaimed and walked from the dream, he was sweating profusely, breathing a little fast, constantly recalling the scene in the dream, repeatedly feeling, how to keep himself from following the old path of Feng Qingjun.

"The reason why Feng Qingjun was able to ascend to the throne in the dream is that the Divine Spirit Sword Sutra and the Tai'a Divine Sword are indispensable, according to memory, the Tai'a Divine Sword should still be on Kunlun Mountain, and only if you take it later, the Divine Spirit Sword Sutra can start to cultivate now. ”

Wang Ping closed his eyes and entered the state of emptiness, he meditated for a long time, and nine golden ancient scrolls appeared in the sea of divine consciousness, which were the true interpretation of the supreme sword path in the world, the "Divine Spirit Sword Sutra".

Wang Ping exhaled lightly and thought carefully......

One night later, Wang Ping only comprehended the first page of the first volume of the "Divine Spirit Sword Sutra", this book of the Sword Sutra has eighty-one pages, is it simply the level of the Book of Heaven, this is still Wang Ping with the blessing of Feng Qingjun's subconscious, only to comprehend.

Suddenly, the whining whip in the storage bag vibrate: Teacher Wang Ping, congratulations on comprehending the first page of the "Divine Spirit Sword Sutra", obtaining 100,000 credit points, and opening the instructions for the use of black ink for you, please pay attention to check.

Wang Ping's spirit was lifted: "The function of black ink is on, let me see how to use it!"