Several rays of dawn appeared in the sky, and the red sun rose from the horizon, shining on the glorious mountain gate of the Sword Sect, and a huge stone sword stood in front of the mountain gate, which is said to be a treasure left by the ancestor of the Sword Sect, and the ancestor of the Sword Sect had left a sentence back then.

"Divine soldiers have spirits, and when people are destined to come out, they will choose their own masters. ”

But a hundred years have passed, the destined person has never appeared, and the divine soldier has never appeared, no one knows what the treasure is, because no one dares to break it with great disapproval.

The four disciples of the Sword Sect were stationed at the mountain gate, not only to guard and prevent anyone from making trouble, but also to wait for all the guests who came to the Sword Sect to pay a visit—this was the great spirit of the Sword Sect.

On the steps of the mountain road in the distance, a staggering figure appeared, and the four disciples looked at each other, thinking: Today is not the day to receive disciples, and I have not received any prayers, who would run to such a high mountain so early?

The four of them discussed it and decided to send a disciple to inquire.

The disciple who had been sent out quickly ran down the mountain, and before he could get closer, he said aloud: "Dare to ask who worships the mountain?

Although he knew that Zongzhong had not received a prayer post recently, he still asked out of courtesy.

But the staggering figure did not answer, and still limped up the stairs.

The disciple of the Sword Sect felt a pang in his heart, and walked forward to observe, it didn't matter if he didn't look at it, this check, he was frightened and shouted for help: "Come on!

The three disciples on the mountain thought that someone was making trouble and ran down together, but they saw the disciple rushing up with a young man covered in blood, his face full of anxiety.

"Quick, go and ask the Medicine Pavilion Elder! ”

The three of them were taken aback, and the first leader ordered the two disciples to guard the mountain gate, one carefully picked up the young man, and the other followed behind and gently supported him, and ran towards the medicine pavilion.

No one saw that when the two of them passed by the huge stone sword, a crack silently appeared at the bottom of the stone sword.

And the young man on the back of the disciples of the Sword Sect, a black mark quietly appeared on the back of his neck, the black mark was very blurry at first, and then it gradually floated up like a wood sinking into the water, becoming clearer and clearer, and finally turned into a mysterious black dragon mark on the back of the young man's neck, because the young man had long hair, so the two Sword Sect disciples knew nothing about all this.

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Sitting in the Medicine Pavilion today to handle the affairs of the disciples is the Medicine Pavilion Elder Lu Jing, an old man who has been a Medicine Marquis for decades.

Lu Jing lay on the recliner in the medicine pavilion, picked up a cup of fragrant medicinal tea from the table and took a sip, closed his eyes and recuperated, very limited.

There are not many disciples who come to the Medicine Pavilion today, and it just so happens that Lu Jing is busy studying pharmacology all day long, and he is also happy.

It is estimated that the materials needed for the Cleansing Pill can be changed, what will happen if the Yi Jin Grass and the Cutting Hair Lingzhi are changed?

Suddenly, the door of the "Peng!" Medicine Pavilion was slammed open, and two panicked Sword Sect disciples ran in.

Lu Jing squirted out the tea in his mouth with a puff, and before he could get angry, he saw the dying young man on his disciple's body.

"Elder, we met this young man outside the mountain gate, and now he only has one breath left, and we ask the elder to help him immediately. "Maybe it's because he said it too quickly, this Sword Sect disciple's face turned white.

"Hurry up and put him on the bed, and I'll get the tools ready. After all, it was a matter of life and death, and Lu didn't delay in the slightest, quickly prepared medical tools, and came to the young man's side.

After a closer look, Lu couldn't help but be taken aback, two blood marks from the corners of the young man's eyes spread to his neck, his expression was haggard, the clothes on his body were tattered, and it could be seen from the gaps in the clothes that the young man's body was covered with fine scars, among which the legs were the most, and the most terrible was the young man's feet, the shoes had long been gone, and the soles of the two feet were blurred with flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood were mixed with gravel and mud.

What supported him to go to the Sword Sect? Lu Jing felt incredible in his heart. Immediately shook his head, took a basin of water from the side, and ordered the two Sword Sect disciples to strip off the young man's clothes, and use water to wash away all the dirt on the young man's body, and took out a bottle of liquid medicine from behind him, a cotton swab, and carefully smeared the young man's wounds.

The young man on the bed frowned slightly, and a moan with pain came out of his mouth, obviously extremely painful, but he still didn't wake up, Lu actually finished applying the cleaning liquid, and carefully applied healing medicine to the young man, fed a pill of rejuvenation, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and once again ordered the two Sword Sect disciples to bandage the young man's wounds, and then drove the two out on the grounds that the patient needed to recuperate.

"Whew. Lu Jing gasped slightly, lay on his back on the recliner, took a sip of medicinal tea, and cast some puzzled eyes on the young man on the bed.

Who is he? Where did he come from? Why did he come to the Sword Sect? Lu Jing had many questions in his heart, but he couldn't get answered, so he could only shake his head helplessly, close his eyes and take a nap.

It is estimated that the head of the meeting will come and ask about the identity of this kid, but it's not a big deal, this kid doesn't have any fluctuations in his fighting spirit, and he won't be a spy of other sects, although the head of the house is rigid, he is still humane. Thinking like this, Lu actually changed to a more comfortable sleeping position and fell asleep.

No one noticed that the black dragon mark on the back of the young man's neck shone slightly, and a clear stream poured into the young man's body.

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This young man is naturally Mo Yun, he ran all the way east after leaving the small mountain village, during which he encountered roadblocks and wild beasts, but he rushed all the way over, and did not dare to stop at all, the mountain village is about ten miles away from the Sword Sect, although Mo Yun is a child in the mountains, but he studies books all day long, lacks exercise, even if his potential is stimulated between life and death, but he is tired halfway, but can he stop? The people of a village were slaughtered, and his grandfather died, he couldn't stop! Only when he arrived at the Sword Sect, found Li Jianyu, and worshiped the Sword Sect, could he avenge his grandfather and the people in the village in the future, so he persevered all the way to the Sword Sect, and finally lost consciousness when his physical strength was exhausted, and he was rescued by the disciples of the Sword Sect.

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The medicine pavilion is very quiet, there is nothing to do, the disciples of the Sword Sect rarely come to the medicine pavilion, several trainee pharmacists in the pavilion are in the back pavilion to follow another elder to learn medicine, and there is no one in the front pavilion of the huge medicine pavilion except Lu Jing.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and an old man in a dark robe appeared in the empty pavilion, he looked at Lu Jing who was sleeping on the recliner, and then looked at the ink cloud on the bed, frowned, and said, "Lu Jing, what's the matter?"

Lu Jing, who was originally lying on the recliner and pretending to sleep, slowly straightened up, stretched his waist, and smacked his lips and said: "What do you say about this kid? The disciple who guarded the door came up on his back, and when he first came, he was covered with injuries and almost hung up, I cured him, you can watch it." ”

The old man in the Xuanrobe frowned and said, "I have already sent a disciple to search for his identity, and there should be an answer in an hour." ”

Lu Jing rolled his eyes and said casually: "It's just a little doll whose hair hasn't grown yet, as for being so cautious?" Old Wang, I think you're scared." ”

The old man surnamed Wang did not refute, but nodded and said, "I'm really afraid, that kind of thing, once is enough." ”

Lu Jing sighed, thinking of the young man in the green armor, and couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"By the way, what are you going to do if this kid isn't a spy and a spy?" Lu Jing asked, as if thinking of something.

"What else can I do? Let him go to the disciple selection in five days, can he stay and see what he can do. The old man surnamed Wang had a calm face, and then said: "After all, we are the Sword Sect, one of the seven major sects, and we can't let people enter and exit casually." ”

"Well, it's okay, Wang Zhun is still a person. Lu Jing nodded with satisfaction, looking like the old man admired you.

The corners of Wang Zhun's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't argue with him, although Lu Jing's martial arts realm was not high, his medical skills had already reached the realm of the middle stage of the medical marquis, and he was one of the three elders of the Medicine Pavilion, and he had made great contributions to the Sword Sect.

"By the way, the Sect Master asked me to send you something. Wang Zhun said as he handed Lu Jing a sandalwood box.

"My snow jade branch is here?" Lu Jing's eyes flashed with a hint of joy, and he couldn't wait to open the box to take a look, and sure enough, he saw a snow-white branch lying inside, Lu Jing greedily took a puff of the medicinal fragrance wafting out, and the surprise in his eyes was even worse, "It's still six hundred years old, a good thing!"

Wang Zhun looked at Lu Jing enviously and added, "This is what the sect master paid a lot of money to get from the Valley Master of the Medical Valley. ”

Medical Valley, one of the seven major sects, all disciples know medical skills, and it is the holy land of medicine in the world.

Lu Jing was just about to say something, but Mo Yun, who was lying on the bed, let out a painful moan.

Lu Jing's face changed, and he hurriedly ran to the bedside, took Mo Zhongyun's vein, and carefully examined it.

Wang Zhun stood behind him and asked, "Old Lu, what's wrong? Didn't you cure this kid?"

Lu actually stopped checking the pulse, straightened up, and said, "Strange, the pulse is stable, there is no problem." ”

"Then what are you waiting for? send him to a quiet room first, by the way, Lao Lu, the people from Ming Shige have come to urge the medicine, anyway, have you finished refining the medicine?"

"It's been refined a long time ago, I'll go get the medicine now. Lu Jing shook his head, got up and pushed Mo Yunlian into a quiet room, and walked out of the medicine pavilion with Wang Zhun.

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The sky was overcast, boundless dark clouds piled up in the air, a few faint rays of sunlight pierced the clouds, and thunder and lightning roared in the distant sky.

Mo Yun looked around suspiciously, and his eyes widened suddenly—countless blood-stained tattered battle flags were planted diagonally on the ground, fluttering in the wind, and countless deceased soldiers wearing various armor were lying on the ground, not only people, but also many races that Mo Yun had never seen before.

Mo Yun stood in place in fear, and suddenly found that there was no sound in this world, where is this? Why am I here? These two questions kept ringing in Mo Zhongyun's mind.

Mo Yun suddenly looked up at the sky with some sense, only to see that the void was shattered, a man dressed in black dragon armor and holding a black spear rushed out of the void, and he was still holding something in his other hand, followed by a huge creature filled with black gas, Mo Yun used all his eyes to see the man's eyebrows and the appearance of the huge creature, but he couldn't see clearly, a cloud of silver light wrapped around them, making their figures blurred.

The two fought in the clouds, and the overflowing battle qi fluctuations broke the space inch by inch, and even if he couldn't hear the sound, Mo Yun felt the space tremble, and the heavens and the earth whined.

Mo Yun looked at the sky dumbfounded, and couldn't help but feel his mouth dry, shattering the void, his body, all kinds of unheard of, could this be the gods above the nine heavens?

Thinking about it, the surrounding picture suddenly shattered like a mirror, and then slowly disappeared into the black void, and Mo Yun's consciousness gradually awakened.

Finally, after slowly exhaling a breath, Mo Yun on the bed opened his eyes.

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