The crisp breeze is warm and the sun is warm, and the autumn light is rippling. The ancient road is a sheep intestine path, the west wind withers the green trees, and a boy walks in the mountains.

This child is Jiang Xinyue, who returned from defeat, with a thatch in his mouth, and strides through the mountains and forests. He had been learning a little magic from his father since he was a child, and although he was young, he was very fast.

After walking for a while, Jiang Xinyue slowed down. It turned out that she heard someone singing loudly in the mountains, Jiang Xinyue listened to a few words, thought about it, hesitated, and leaned on an ancient tree to listen to the man continue to sing.

I only listened to the singing voice: "Everyone says that immortals are good, but I don't know how long it is to become immortals." Everyone says that immortals are good, but I don't know how difficult it is to become immortals. Everyone says that immortals are good, but they don't know how young they are immortals. Shaohua is fleeting, and heroes are always gray-haired. If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, and the Taoist priest cannot afford to be early. Thousands of years of practice in a dream, where to find a free life in eternal life......"

Its voice was beautiful and enduring, Jiang Xinyue listened to it, only to feel an inexplicable sadness in her heart, and she couldn't help but shed tears. Jiang Xinyue felt a little tired after crying for a while, he leaned against the tree and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The entire cultivation realm is boundless, and there are countless living beings in the land of hundreds of millions of miles. In this land, there are hundreds of tribes, and the human and demon races are the two most powerful races among the hundred races, with the largest number and the largest development. In the cultivation realm, any newborn baby has the qualifications to cultivate, so almost everyone here is a monk.

Not far from the mountains and forests, there is a village. The spiritual fields and sacred forests that cannot be seen at a glance are planted with spiritual rice and spiritual medicine. Most of the people in ordinary villages basically make a living by cultivating spiritual rice and elixirs.

When these herbs and rice are ripe, the villagers will sell them to the Xiuzhen Chamber of Commerce or supply them to some Xiuzhen sects and families, and the villagers can exchange them for spirit stones for cultivation.

Unlike mortals, monks can do Bigu, so the monk's daily necessities are spiritual stones.

It was nearly dusk, and the sunset was crying blood. The fog is gray, and the twilight is rising. I saw a man and a woman standing next to the village, both of whom were wearing purple robes with sword patterns embroidered on their collars. Looking at the corpses in the village, the blood flowed all over the field. Among them, the female cultivator looked sad and said sadly: "What a ruthless heart, these demon cultivators are really inferior to beasts. ”

The man held his breath and said, "There are more than 120 people in this village, and none of them have been spared. Such cruel methods are truly hateful and intolerable. ”

The woman in purple sighed and crouched on the ground, observing a dead body.

"Senior Brother Fan, don't you think it's a little strange? At first glance, I thought it was the Devourer's doing, but none of these people were devoured essence blood, I'm afraid that this matter is not so simple. I don't know who did it, but I didn't leave a trace of breath, and I couldn't even see the exercises. ”

The Taoist who was called Senior Brother Fan by the beautiful woman flashed a trace of essence in his eyes, and sighed: "In this troubled world, I don't know how many cultivators are doing things in the name of demon cultivation to kill people and steal goods, and to seize treasures and compete for the top of the furnace. This is not unusual. It's just that I can't even see a trace of your cultivation, and the murderer has at least the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant. Why would a great supernatural monk take action against an ordinary village? Let's hurry back and report this matter to Shizun, he is an old man who is well-informed and has great powers, and he must be able to see some clues. ”

The woman in purple nodded, and suddenly exclaimed, "There is another child?"

The male Taoist priest followed the purple-clothed woman's gaze, and sure enough, under the eaves, there was a child squatting next to a corpse hidden in a corner. He sighed deeply, walked over, and crouched beside the girl. Fan Chunqiu said softly: "Little girl, are they your family?"

The girl was thin and thin, with tears on her face, and watched Fan Chunqiu walk towards her, her body retreating until she was leaning against the wall.

Fan Chunqiu looked haggard and frightened when he saw her, and only said that this child must have been too frightened before.

The woman in purple also came over at some point, and Fan Chunqiu stood up and walked away.

"Good boy, are you willing to follow me, if you want, I can accept you as a disciple, no one in the Spirit Sword Sect will bully you. The woman in purple whispered.

The girl shrunk her legs, a hint of panic in her eyes.

The woman in purple shook her head and spoke again, "We are not bad people, but immortal cultivators from the nearby Spirit Sword Sect. Your parents are dead, you want revenge, you want your parents, only if you are strong, you have a chance. ”

The little girl was nervous and stammered, "Master, I am willing to go with you." ”

The woman in purple looked at the girl with a determined look in her eyes, and her heart was amazed. This child has experienced a catastrophe, and mental maturity and firmness are cruel to him, but it is also a grinding. She survived today, and if she can be carefully taught in the future, she may be able to become a great thing.

The woman in purple touched the girl's hair and said gently, "Let's go with Shizun, the Spirit Sword Sect will be your home in the future." ”

I don't know what spell the woman in purple used, but I saw the earth crack out of thin air, and the earth rolled. A burst of spiritual power expanded, rolling up the corpses of the girl's parents and filling the pit in the dirt.

Another burst of spiritual power swelled, and the woman in purple flew into the air with a reluctant girl.

In an instant, the three disappeared.

When she woke up, Jiang Xinyue was taken aback. He had a strange dream, he forgot what he dreamed of, and he was soaked in a cold sweat. Jiang Xinyue ran back to the village desperately and left here.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the smoke curls not far away, and a village appears in the cover of the forest.

"Lao Tzu is back, the bullshit Spirit Sword Sect, the master is not rare. Jiang Xinyue's face was rampant, and she scolded in a low voice. It seems that he was not eliminated by the Spirit Sword Sect, but that he looked down on the Spirit Sword Sect.

"It's just that Fang Ruyi deceived my little golden sword, if I am found by my father later, I will inevitably suffer some flesh and skin again. But it's good to think of a good idea to hide it, but that Fang Ruyi was really accepted as a disciple of the Inner Sect by the Spirit Sword Sect, can I still get the little golden sword back from him in the future?" Jiang Xinyue muttered.

All the way to the door of her house, although it was night, Jiang Xinyue still noticed that something was wrong. In the past, even at this time, at least there was the sound of chickens and dogs barking, how could it be so quiet?

The more Jiang Xinyue thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she dared to shout: "Dad, I'm back......"

screamed a few times in a row, but there was still no answer, and Jiang Xinyue felt a chill in her heart. He had a faint feeling in his heart that something had happened, and he had an inexplicable hint of foreboding.

The desolate starry sky is sprinkled with moonlight. With the afterglow of the sea of stars, Jiang Xinyue saw an extremely terrifying scene. Rao is usually reckless and bold, and he can't help but be frightened and staggered back.

Jiang Xinyue held her breath, pulled away a layer of straw, and revealed a corpse from inside. Jiang Xinyue gasped for breath, and rolled back with her hands on the ground.

"It must be a dream, I haven't woken up yet. It's not true, it's not true......"

Jiang Xinyue pinched his arm hard, Rao is this time he used enough strength, but he didn't feel pain. Tears welled down his eyes as he crawled towards the corpse.

"Daddy, Daddy...... Wake up, Daddy......"

Jiang Xinyue also ran out, but she tripped over something on her foot and fell. Jiang Xinyue touched it with her hand, but found another corpse on the ground. Where did Jiang Xinyue dare to look at it again, a chill rose in his heart. Walking all the way, I saw corpses all over the village, drenched in blood. Jiang Xinyue squatted on the ground and couldn't help crying, tearing her heart out.

It seemed that he was the only living person left in the world, and this peaceful aura made him can't help but hold his body with both hands and curl up together.

I don't know when an autumn rain came, the yellow leaves withered, and the pieces fell with endless sadness.

Jiang Xinyue struggled to drag the corpse to the foot of the mountain, dug a soil pit, and buried her father's bones. He sat down in front of the grave, feeling that all his strength had been exhausted, and he couldn't cry if he wanted to, and the tears had flowed with the rain all night. Jiang Xinyue's body is thin, and she has never really practiced the orthodox immortal method, and she has never opened the valley, so at this time, she felt that the stomach worm was screaming and she was hungry. Jiang Xinyue opened her mouth and swallowed a mouthful of rainwater, only to feel that it was bitter water in her mouth, sour and unpalatable.

Jiang Xinyue laughed and laughed, cried and cried. He sat down at his father's grave and wept for a moment, then straightened up and threw a few stones at the grave as if he were mad. Jiang Xinyue cried for a while, her small body swayed, and she left this place he didn't want to touch alone.

The whole village was exterminated, Jiang Xinyue didn't know where else he could be accommodated in this world? He walked without direction, kept walking, kept walking. Jiang Xinyue didn't know how long she had walked, her body couldn't support it anymore, so she fell unconscious on the side of the road.

Sunset mountain, falling wood Xiaoxiao, colorful sun stained red mountain.

A man carrying a bamboo basket on his back and leading a snow-white mink walked down the path. The man sighed softly and found a young man in ragged clothes lying on the side of the road.

"I don't know whose child it is, if he hadn't met me, he would have fed the tiger and wolf. The sage once said that if you do a good deed every day, you can accumulate great virtue, so take him back to the Red Cloud Cave. The man muttered, picked up the boy, placed him in the basket, and walked forward.

Jiang Xinyue woke up and found a pair of big copper bell-like eyes staring at her.

"Hmph, stinky boy, you will cause trouble for the old man, bring a child back, wouldn't you make a noise to death. The big eyes of the copper bell who spoke were an old man with a yellow face and wearing sackcloth.

Jiang Xinyue's parents died, and there was nothing in this world, he was stared at by the old man, and he suddenly felt aggrieved. He has always been bold, but at this moment he has no attachment, and he has the idea of suicide in his heart, and he is not afraid of what the old man will do to him. Jiang Xinyue puffed out her cheeks and looked at the old man, looking arrogant.

The old man blew his nose, pursed his mouth, stretched out his palm and slapped Jiang Xinyue on the top of the head.