Maybe it was because everything in front of him was too hard, or maybe it was because this kind of inhumane evil was unbearable, Li Liang gradually felt a burst of dizziness, and some strange images appeared in front of his eyes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a warm courtyard, pavilions, gardens, ponds, scattered houses, exquisite and elegant courtyards, although not as grand as the palace mansions, nor as luxurious as the wealthy families, but it was unique and full of peace.

There are many people in the compound, both men and women, old and young, young and old, young and young men in brocade clothes, and maids and handymen in plain clothes. They lived together in joy or sorrow, noisy or noisy, leisurely and nourishingly, and among them was a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, who was good-looking, always standing in the inner courtyard with his hands behind his back and a serious face, looking up at the sky, and seeing that he should be the head of the family.

In a house in the inner courtyard lived a mother and son. The mother is soft and beautiful, and the child is handsome and lovely, and they always dine together, or visit the garden together, and occasionally the middle-aged head of the house joins in and brushes the child's head with a loving hand. This kid is also very smart, whether it is learning to write or practicing kung fu, he is a few points faster than the other children in the compound.

One day, while playing on the edge of the pond in the garden, this clever boy suddenly fell from the sky with a white beard. He carefully looked at the child who was stunned, but not intimidated, and then smiled weirdly, gave the child a pill and an old book, and told the child to practice according to the exercises in the book, don't be lazy, and don't tell the elders in the family, and then flew away.

After relieving himself, the child excitedly put away the old book, and did not tell his father and mother what the white-bearded old man said, but secretly practiced the exercises in the old book seriously.

The scenery alternated, and when the peach trees in the garden bloomed four times, the child finally cultivated that set of exercises to the sixth level with his intelligence, and successfully mastered a spell that could release flames. Unexpectedly, his mother found out about the secret, and then his father and the rest of the yard also knew about it.

The child thought that he had learned a spell and could control the flames, and even if he let them know it now, he would still be praised by his parents, or they would hold it and show it off in front of everyone, or they would flick his head with those loving hands, but in fact they only saw fear, resentment, and reluctance in their eyes.

The child did not understand and did not understand why he had put in so much effort to cultivate such a powerful spell, and why would he let his parents do this? Why would they be afraid, angry, and worried? Could it be that it was wrong for him to become stronger? So, the child began to lose his temper, began to disagree with his parents, began to disobey his parents, and began to show his magical spells in front of outsiders at will, regardless of his parents' obstruction.

It didn't take long for the child to get the answer, a very terrible answer. On a thunderstorm night, more than a dozen people who can fly came here. They killed people when they saw them, and set fires everywhere, and the swift flying swords, huge fireballs, and sharp spears killed everyone in the compound brutally, and only he survived. Because his mother pressed him to a pit in the garden and pressed her body against it.

At dawn, the child pushed away his mother, who had been dead for a long time, and crawled out of the pit to see a terrible scene. The compound was littered with dead people, corpses, old men, children, men, women, some with severed limbs, some burned with all their faces flying, and some stabbed into honeycombs. Seeing this scene, the child looked up to the sky and roared, tears were scattered all over his chest, and his weak body trembled uncontrollably.

Such a blood feud changed the child's happy life and changed his fate. In the years that followed, he infiltrated the palace and secretly practiced the immortal arts of the people, and it was not until thirty years later that he returned to his homeland to find the murderers of their entire family.

But unfortunately, when he found those enemies, a middle-aged man about his age stood up and defeated him with superior strength, and left an indelible mark on his body - two cold breaths that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Relying on an immortal technique that constantly burned blood, he finally escaped, but his injuries were too severe and his blood was consumed too much, and he could no longer fight people in a short time. In desperation, he could only steal his life, begging for food, robbing, killing, arson, he had done everything, as long as he could survive, as long as he could improve his strength and cultivation.

In the years that followed, he lived a monotonous and fulfilling life, cultivating, improving, fighting, getting injured, cultivating again, improving again, fighting again, getting injured again, and so on. There was no other distraction in his heart, only the blood of revenge.

Again and again over the mountains and mountains to find the elixir and spiritual grass, one after another for the cruel fight for the magic weapon, back to the dangerous ancient cave exploration, in exchange for the promotion and strength again and again, until he used the killing qi of hatred to blast away the falling heavenly thunder, shattered the nine divine lights that fell from the sky, and achieved the supreme true immortal that everyone admired.

But even so, he still failed to defeat the man who brought him endless shame, but was scarred by the beating, and he had no power to fight back. For this reason, he was disheartened, looked at the sky and howled, and once again let tears spill all over his clothes.

One cold night, he wandered aimlessly into the cave and found an old animal skin, a gourd stained with mud, and a beautiful pale yellow compass the size of a palm. Perhaps it was because the thought was dead, or perhaps the pressure of revenge had worn down his fighting spirit, he did not touch these things, but sat on the floor in decadence, silently staring at the cave wall until years later.

One night, a very beautiful woman in white suddenly broke into a cave. Although her expression was a little cold, her eyes flickered, and her every move was full of elegance and dignity. The two met by chance in the cave, neither of them said anything, just looked at each other a few times, as if the other party did not exist, each side of the guard, closed their eyes and hibernated.

This went on for a long time, years, decades, or centuries. Suddenly, one day, when he suddenly opened his eyes, the beautiful woman in white was gone, and he didn't know when she left, and he didn't feel it, which was an inconceivable thing for him who had already cultivated to the fullest.

So he began to probe the woman's traces, to probe every nook and cranny of the entire cave, to find out any breath she might have left, but he only discovered the secret of the hide, and nothing else.

The rest is simple. Discover the secret, have hope, create your own thaumaturgy, regain confidence, improve your strength, be full of fighting spirit, and then re-emerge from the rivers and lakes, bloody wind and rain, slaughter all the clans, get revenge, kill thousands of immortals, and be proud of the world.

During this period, he accidentally obtained a blood sword, which was not only able to withstand his mana and immortal power nearly ten times higher than that of monks of the same rank, but also took the initiative to help him kill everyone as if he had a spirit. No matter what kind of cultivation the other party is, no matter how many people the other party comes, no matter how strong the opponent's defense is, and how beneficial the magic weapon is, as long as he moves the killing intent, it can kill them.

But this blood sword has a fatal flaw, that is, it can't drink enough blood. As long as it is allowed to see blood, then all the people must be slaughtered, otherwise it will be attacked by the sword, and his blood must be used to compensate for the sword.

At last, he finally slain the man who had brought him shame, and scrawled his already broken body under his feet with contempt. However, it was at this time that the unexpected happened. The woman in white, who had been to the cave before, holding a baby in swaddling clothes, suddenly appeared in front of him, her eyes no longer flashing, but full of hatred, just like when he was a child watching his family being killed.

He didn't kill the woman and the baby, but left with confusion and bewilderment. It's the same as when you fail repeatedly, aimlessly, walking with each step, dementia, crazy and stupid. Until one day, he passed through an inexplicable village and saw two families separated by only one wall, one was hanging a red light to congratulate the birth of the heir, and the other was a white sail curtain to remember the death of the old master, and then he suddenly realized.

The reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, there is life and death, the true and false world, and the cycle of cause and effect. Only with the benevolence of the original thought will there be the current stop of killing, and the original cohabitation will have the current abandonment of attachment. The Tao is just the truth of this heaven and earth, there is a false idea, and there is also a real truth, how to explore is the real test of those who have cultivated immortals for thousands of years.

Thinking about this, he seems to have found a new life, dressed in clothes, flying lightly, looking for a spiritual mountain treasure everywhere, to pass on his own feelings, and to tell his true knowledge to those fellow people who are still struggling to dig for medicine and treasure and fight and kill.

But his idea was once again in vain, because he hadn't flown far before he saw the scene when his family was brutally killed by immortal cultivators. More than a dozen low-level immortal cultivators were looking with contempt at those who were treated as ants, dying in roars and begging for mercy. It is estimated that their remuneration is just some spirit stone magic weapons and elixir talismans.

Seeing this scene, he raised his head to the sky for the third time and roared, tears pouring down his cheeks. He finally understood why his parents were afraid, resentful, and reluctant at the beginning, because the road of cultivating immortals was an extremely bloody road of no return.

Even if he has understood the Heavenly Dao, even if he has truly touched the edge of the Dao, but living in such a world of cultivating immortals, in order to improve his cultivation, he constantly kills each other, constantly deceives himself, and constantly makes deceitful calculations, how can he squeeze into the heavenly realm, and how can he get out of the sea of reincarnation and suffering, and become a true immortal who lives with heaven and earth?

In order to avoid all kinds of grievances in the world of cultivating immortals, his parents were willing to leave the big family of cultivating immortals who could become immortals, and were willing to become secular people who had been working for a hundred years, and were willing to fall into reincarnation. This is also the reason why no one has stepped into the True Immortal Realm for tens of thousands of years.

And he, his hands are already stained with countless blood, his body is burdened with incalculable hatred, his thoughts are mixed with endless Dao sins, and he has realized a little bit of Heavenly Dao truth, so he vainly tries to change this path of cultivating immortals, is it possible? Even if he really does it, how many people will be convinced? Even if they are convinced, what will they think in their hearts?

Desire is not endless, and Taoism is not pure. In the current immortal world, it is impossible to have any power to stop those who have red eyes in order to become true immortals.

Therefore, he resolutely returned to the cave where he created the magic skill, openly pulled up the banner, challenged the immortals in the world, and relied on his intelligence and wisdom to cultivate the ancient array, and used the Xuantian array left by the original owner to set up a forbidden area without immortals, waiting for a person who is really qualified to cultivate immortals and ask.

Li Liang felt the ever-changing scene in a daze. When, after a frenzied and bloody slaughter, the man in the scene followed a mortally wounded man into a basin plain, he saw it just as he had just seen it.

At this time, his mind suddenly sobered up, but the melon seeds in his head seemed to be filled with a large amount of high-pressure gas, squeezing into each pore in all directions, the pain was unbearable, and he seemed to have been injected into a class of anesthetics, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of this groggy feeling.

In particular, his skull seemed to be slowly melting and constantly excreting from his body, and the sharp pain made him want to scream. But unfortunately, he can't do anything now, so he can only bear it silently.

After a long time, when the entire skull was completely expelled from the body, the bones of his spine, sternum, limbs, finger bones, etc., began to melt and slowly excrete from the body.

When these are over, Li Liang feels like a boneless person, soft and lost all over his body, like a character in a cartoon, he can roll it up and take it away if he presses it hard.

After some time, the scene in Li Liang's mind was running again. It was in a not-so-bright cave, and a child carrying a medicine basket and a firewood knife walked in tremblingly. After a moment of stupid staring, he cautiously turned the three small holes around.

When the child found the skeleton of the dead man and the four books next to it, he was startled, and sat down on the ground with a "poof", and after trembling for a long time, he walked to the side of the skeleton and quickly took out the books.

Then, the child stood in front of the stone table, read the books with a sigh, and scolded and said "Wang Ba's life", "It's really better than Wang Ba's life" and so on. At daybreak, the boy left, but instead of taking everything with him, he tiptoed to a book, a gourd, and a sword.

A few years later, a man in the prime of life came to the cave. Still walked in trembling like that, still looking at it stupidly, without using any immortal arts, nor did it have any divine sense fluctuations, but only a gentle and pure spiritual qi circulation. So, he appeared again and gave that man in his prime a true inheritance of Taoism.

At this time, Li Liang's body began to ache like a flame, and a large number of seal carvings that he didn't know at all came out of nowhere, and gradually became smaller, attracted to each other, and quickly formed bones and re-supported his body.

It's not too slow, but it's not too fast, and it's painful. That is, Li Liang can't shout now, if not, it is estimated that his scream like killing a pig can be heard within ten miles.

Li Liang's heart is very emotional, maybe because of the scene just now, so that Master Zhou's seal on himself was touched, and now it should be to pass on the Taoist system to him, or to pass on some new exercises, but there is such a thing, you should say it in advance! At least he can prepare a bone to bite or something in advance, and he will not suffer like this now.

After the arduous patience, all the seal carvings that came out turned into bones, and Li Liang finally let out a long breath, which was considered to have survived this level, but he didn't expect that the scene in his mind was running again, which scared his heart into a violent tremble.

I saw that the scene of the inheritance picture that was frozen just now suddenly changed, and it turned into a swarthy young man passing on to a handsome middle-aged man, and the appearance of that swarthy young man was exactly Li Liang's appearance.

Immediately afterward, all the scenery quickly reversed, all the way back to the moment when the white-bearded old man fell from the sky. As for Li Liang, it seems that he can suddenly move, and his body has become eight or nine years old.

"Hehe, what's your name?" asked the white-bearded old man softly.

"Who are you?" Li Liangmeng, what does this mean? Play back in time? Or swap roles?

"Hehe, I'm an immortal. I have a fate with you, here is an elixir and a book of heaven, give them to you, take them to cultivate in a good life!" The white-bearded old man was stunned when he heard this, and then said with a faint smile.

"What kind of play is this, uncle!" Li Liang was about to cry, what the hell was going on, how did he become a pill and a fairy book for him?

"Haha......" The white-bearded old man burst out laughing when he heard this, and then his figure flashed, and he slowly flew into the sky, and disappeared after a few breaths.

Li Liang held the pill and the immortal book in a daze, looked at the white-bearded old man who flew away, and after a long time, he shook his head and eased up. He repeatedly looked at the elixir and immortal magic in his hand, looked at Zhou's scenery again, and then threw the two things into the pool, and ran to the house excitedly, shouting: "Damn, when you become a young master, who the hell still cultivates this thing." Maid, miss, poor monk comes to the bird!" (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. )