Three hundred miles south of the flood and water, the hills are thousands of hectares, and the emerald color covers the sky. The pen is www.biquge.info the west of the towering thousands of mountains, called the empty ridge. The Empty Ridge divides the southern part of the flood wilderness into two, and the eyes are cast to the east, where there are winding rivers, fertile land, terraced rice fields, and endless forests.

A city is surrounded by mountains and rivers, covering a wide area, radiating countless large and small roads around, and it looks like a prosperous scene.

At noon that day, a group of young men and women came to the city. Look closely, the young man at the head is wearing a white gown, the cuffs and collar are embellished with flames, and the style of talking and laughing is full of elegance, and he stops all the eyes on the street in the blink of an eye.

A woman with a slightly red face and a low voice: "Senior Brother Liang, let's go to the head of the sect to investigate this matter, and this time we have to rely on you a lot, Senior Brother." ”

The young man smiled and shook his head, "Where is Senior Sister Li?" The head of the sect attaches so much importance to this matter, and does not hesitate to send a group of elite disciples to investigate the details, and at the critical moment, it is not that I can take the lead alone, and I have to rely on all my fellow disciples, and I must not lose face to the sect. ”

Everyone nodded and grinned, and the young man's simple words brought them closer. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he stopped and turned his head and said: "Senior Brother Nangong, although we are not fellow Daoists, we are peers, and we will accompany each other all the way, and if necessary, we will inevitably need you to make a contribution." ”

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the black-shirted man who walked at the end of the group. I saw that this person was tall and heroic, his sword eyebrows were sharpened, and his big hand like a fan waved a few times, and he smiled casually: "Senior Brother Liang is serious, Nangong should do his best." ”

But it's not Fuyao Mountain, who is Nangong Mingming?

It turned out that earlier Nangong Mingxuan took the initiative to ask Ying to investigate the matter of cultivating the nine gates and eighteen views of the South China Sea. Half a month ago, Beiyin appointed Liang Chen, the chief disciple of Xuantong Academy, to lead the young elite of Shangxuanyuan to set off for the South China Sea with Nangong Mingxuan. In the past few days, everyone has reached the southern boundary of the flood wilderness, and today they are resting here, preparing to rush to their destination in the South China Sea.

Needless to say, the young man led by Liang Chen was Liang Chen. He smiled faintly, hugged his fists in return, and didn't say much, and walked forward by himself. Everyone followed behind, came to a small wine shop, picked up seats and sat down, laughing and chatting for a while, quite excited, thinking that they had been staying on Kunlun Mountain for a long time.

I don't know if everyone intends to keep a distance from Nangong Mingxing, or if they are not interested, Nangong Mingxuan sat at a table alone. Liang Chen looked at him sideways, and said:

"Senior Brother Nangong is self-supporting the mountain, and he must be very familiar with the boundary of the South China Sea. Don't know if you have a clue at hand? It also saves us from having no clue about finding a needle in a haystack. ”

Nangong Ming replied: "This sudden appearance of the blue-purple beads ingests the vitality of living creatures and condenses, and it has the strange effect of forcibly improving the Dao Xing. The Nine Gates and Eighteen Views now exist in name only, and I plan to divide the troops into two routes, and my friends who are slightly inferior in Taoism will stay in several major towns in the South China Sea to listen to the news, so as not to get into danger. A few of you and I who are good will join the rest of the Nine Gates, and I think the news they know should be clearer. ”

Liang Chen nodded, "I thought that the Nine Gates and Eighteen Views had all been destroyed, could it be that there are still surviving friends?" ”

"Yes, as far as I know, most of the martyrs who fell some time ago were senior and elite disciples of the South China Sea Dao, and ordinary disciples were not affected. But the foundation of the sect has been wounded, and it is precisely at this juncture. We might as well start here, it's better than running around. If they have something to help, we'll be able to give it a hand. ”

"So, I'll tell you to go down later." Liang Chen smiled.

Nangong Mingxuan was just about to speak, but suddenly heard a passer-by talking from the table next to him, and his accent was from the South China Sea, so he couldn't help but look over.

I saw three men and a girl sitting at the table, who looked dusty and seemed to have walked a long way. One of the men said, "Big brother, where are we going this time?" Do you have a plan? ”

Another older man sighed in a deep voice and said, "Let you suffer with me, and I really don't want to go for my brother." Although the journey was far away, the object of defection was my good brother who had a life-and-death friend in his early years. We are in trouble now, and he will never ignore it. ”

The woman hugged the man and comforted: "Husband, don't worry too much, our family can save a few people, and it is also God's favor." It's better than being displaced and having your family ruined. ”

Another man sneered: "What sister-in-law said, what is the difference between us and our family being ruined?" He was a burly young man, and he choked up a little when he spoke, and said slowly: "My father and mother are gone, and there are no bones." We can only erect a well-dressed grave, isn't it a great unfilial piety? The second old Huangquan is underground, and he can't be blind to death. He gritted his teeth, "It's all to blame on those demons and outsiders...", he paused, "And Fuyao Mountain!" ”

Hearing the three words of Fuyao Mountain, Nangong Ming was stunned for a moment and listened carefully.

The older man frowned and said: "Third brother, this time Fuyao Mountain is not right, but it has also guarded one side for many years, we are resentful in our hearts, and it is better not to say it." After all, Fuyao Mountain is a big faction in the world, and we ordinary people can't afford to mess with it. ”

"Big brother, how can there be anything in the South China Sea region that is not to blame Fuyao Mountain? The travelers in this shop, I'm afraid that most of them are refugees from the South China Sea, just like us. Don't let people say it? ”

The woman sighed, and just as she was about to speak, Nangong Mingxuan had already stepped forward, hugged her fists and said, "Everyone, take the liberty of bothering." I would like to ask you about the refugees in the South China Sea and the blame for Fuyao Mountain, where do you start? ”

The older man glanced him up and down, frowned, and said, "Little brother has a southern accent, but he doesn't know about this?" ”

Nangong Mingxuan's face was embarrassed, he had only been away from the South China Sea for a few months, could it be that there was something big about it? At the moment, he clenched his fists and bowed down: "I am indeed from the South China Sea, but I stayed in the northwest for a period of time before, and I can rush back." ”

The man let out an "oh", suddenly patted Nangong Mingxuan, and sighed: "Little brother, I don't think you have to go back!" ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"The South China Sea has been degraded!" There was a deep sadness in his words, and his face was gloomy. The woman beside him said: "This eldest brother doesn't know that now the coast of the South China Sea is displaced, and there have been countless deaths and injuries in the past few months. Even if you go back, you are afraid that you will not be able to find your house, relatives and friends. ”

Nangong Mingxuan was shocked, "What's going on?" ”

"Wasn't it the big war a few months ago?" Among them, the burly man snorted: "In March, in the battle on the top of the mountain, those cultivators did not know which one was crazy, and for a time the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the wind and tsunami were blown. The coast of the South China Sea was affected by the so-called "virtuous masters", and countless casualties were killed and injured overnight.

Later, because the houses collapsed, there were not enough doctors and doctors, and the number of deaths increased, and the plague spread. Although the epidemic is almost under control, the houses are still destroyed, tens of millions of people have been displaced, and our family has fled, but my father's and mother's house collapsed in the earthquake and tsunami that night, and there are no bones left. ”

His expression was gloomy and angry, "Whatever you say about protecting the territory and defending the people, it's all." We mortals are nothing more than ants in their eyes. Until today, Fuyao Mountain has not come forward to give an explanation. The four sects in the world are just a joke. ”

Nangong Mingxuan's heart sank.

At that time, the battle of Fuyao Mountain was still earth-shattering when it was thousands of miles apart. Eight hundred miles of sword qi stretched across the sea and the sky and shone in the Three Realms. Nangong Ming was like an arrow at that time, and the sword flew high above the stratus clouds, only thinking about returning to the sect as soon as possible, but he didn't notice the disaster along the coast at all.

Later, Murong Gui died and died, and he was stunned for a while. At the top of Fuyao Mountain, he also noticed the blue and purple domineering aura that he suspected of seeing in the Lingbao Dojo, and the dead horse was a live horse doctor, whether it was whether he felt wrong or not, this clue, he had to find out thoroughly.

Suffering from a sharp stool, the young man's mind is chaotic, where can he take care of a lot? According to Murong Guiyi's last words, Nangong Mingxuan went all the way to the Sanqing Shangxuanyuan in the northwest, and indeed forgot the livelihood of the people of the South China Sea. His face was embarrassed, and his heart was ashamed. According to the people in front of him, the disaster in the South China Sea is serious, and it is really the sin of his own lineage.

Just when he was annoyed in his heart, a delicate and lazy voice came from his ears, and he said angrily: "Good Langjun, you are embarrassed to stare at others like this." ”

Nangong Ming looked at the sound, and saw a slender woman, her face covered with a black scarf, wrapped in a thin layer of black veil, her slender waist and corsage branches twisted, a pair of jade legs crossed and knocked up, and she looked at a young disciple of the Xuanyuan Academy here.