"Damn, those old guys are full of bean dregs in their heads, what age are they, if they engage in feudal superstition, forget it, what kind of killing immortals, is this a gift for me to destroy the belief in the three views in twenty-eight years?" Yuan Xiao gently lifted her plain white Hanfu skirt and climbed the mountain road with difficulty.

At four o'clock in the morning, it was pitch black at the foot of Zeling Mountain, Yuan Xiao sneaked out of the temple of the Killing Immortal Gate, it was difficult for her to understand the meaning of the existence of the Killing Immortal Gate, especially kneeling in front of the rows of ancestors' tablets, it felt incredible.

"Holy Maiden? How can I be like a saint in this virtuous way? If I were not married at the age of Chinese New Year's Eve this year, it would be almost the same to call me a leftover daughter. Even though I was just over fifteen years old, did you detain such a title from me and curse me to be lonely and old in my life? ”

Yuan Xiao is not the first time to hear of the existence of the Killing Immortal Gate, nor is it the first time to hear the term saint, since she was a child, her father has read to her hundreds of times, and even because of this reason, Yuan Xiao has not been bad at learning since she was a child, and she went to school much earlier than her peers, and her face was still childish, but her appearance was engraved on the high school graduation photo. If it weren't true that he had accompanied his ancestors and ancestors on this mountain that he had never heard of, Yuan Xiao really thought that his father had strayed into the cult.

Killing Immortals, as the name suggests, is an organization that carries out the mission of killing gods. It is a great honor that Yuan Xiao's father Yuan Zhenwei is his seventy-fourth generation descendant, according to the internal records of the Killing Immortal Gate, the sword cultivators were rampant during the Western Han Dynasty, and wantonly interfered with the affairs of the world, endangering the imperial court, in order to maintain the stability of the society and the majesty of the Han Dynasty, the ancestors of the Yuan family were ordered by the Han Emperor to form an organization such as the Killing Immortal Gate, chasing and killing the sword cultivators who entered the world and interfered with the people and the court. In the more than 2,000 years since then, the dynasty has changed not much, but the Killing Immortal Gate has been passed down and has become the door god who guards the stability of this ordinary world!

But these are like a joke for Yuan Xiao. For example, the animation of Ultraman fighting a little monster, Yuan Xiao watched it when he was a child, and he was fascinated by what he liked at the time, but liking it doesn't mean believing it, so she never believed the deeds of killing immortals that her father chattered to her on weekdays. In her thoughts, immortal cultivators, ancient times appear in myths, modern times appear in novels, science is everything.

"Xiaoxiao, the Han Dynasty woman is fifteen and Xuan, now that you happen to be fifteen years old, I can protect you from returning to Zeling Mountain to worship in previous years, but you can't help but participate in the coming-of-age ceremony of the saint as a saint!" On that day, Yuan Zhenwei told Yuan Xiao in a serious voice, and even coaxed her back to Zeling Mountain, but in any case, Yuan Xiao did not think that after worshipping her ancestors, hundreds of people in the family would leave her alone to keep vigil in the temple standing in the deep mountains and forests, and she had to wear cumbersome Hanfu.

Yuan Xiao, who has always been stubborn and naughty, couldn't accept such a strange regulation as the Killing Immortal Gate, and the restless factor rioted when Yuan Xiao knelt on the soft couch and fell to the ground when he was sleepy. Yuan smiled and said that he would go, thinking that watching the sunrise in a sparsely populated place like Zeling Mountain would have more flavor than the scenic spot, so he climbed the mountain fearlessly.

The trail that Yuanxiao went up the mountain was not artificially built, but walked a lot of trails left behind, and there were not many such trails, and the potholes were uneven, and it was very difficult to walk. In the mountains in the early morning, there is no light, the fog is deep and silent, and probably only nonsensical people like Yuan Xiao don't know what fear and danger are, and they don't worry about whether they will get lost, what they want to do.

The mountain road is intermittent, the higher the road, the more difficult it is, Yuan Xiao's dress has long been wet with fog, and the sound of Xi Suo's steps has become heavy, Yuan Xiao looked at the white belly of the fish in the sky, raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and then he was terrified to find that the long hair that was pulled up had already loosened, and the hosta inserted by his grandmother himself did not know where it was left.

Yuan Xiao frowned, and her heart was entangled, not knowing whether to continue moving forward, or turning back to find the hairpin, just as she was hesitating, Yuan Xiao inadvertently glimpsed that the cliff not far away was a good place to watch the sunrise, and the lost hairpin was immediately left behind by her.

Yuan Xiao wasted his strength to climb to the cliff, and as far as he could see, the red clouds made Yuan Xiao feel a sense of accomplishment, and shallow dimples loomed on his cheeks. Yuan Xiao opened his arms and cautiously approached the edge of the cliff, imagining that he was flying freely like a bird, but the relaxed Yuan Xiao did not know the hidden danger, a round stone appeared on the sole of Yuan Xiao's shoes, only to see Yuan Xiao accidentally stepped on his skirt, his feet stumbled, and he planted towards the cliff.

"It's really bad luck!" When she felt the threat to her life, the first thing Yuan Xiao thought of was like this, when she first saw this Hanfu skirt, Yuan Xiao didn't have a good impression of it, she just felt like a mourning dress, but now it's good, and she witnessed it.

Yuan Xiao closed her eyes, her heartbeat stopped abruptly, she was afraid of death, she was still afraid that she was not beautiful enough, the handsome guy in the next class in the third year of high school confessed to her before she came to Zeling Mountain to worship, she had not replied, she was finally admitted to the university, she had not yet reported, a long life, she had not experienced it, she was unwilling to die like this.

Yuan Xiao suddenly opened his eyes and screamed in surprise, and his tears flowed like a unscrewed faucet. She was going to fall to death, she didn't want to die, Yuan Xiao looked at the rapidly rising scenery, closed her eyes in despair, maybe she would really die like this.

The wind stood still in the next moment, Yuan Xiao only felt that he was surrounded by strong arms, warm and powerful, Yuan Xiao raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, which was not different from the childishness on his face.

"Death turned out to be like this, not as terrible as imagined." Yuan Xiao said sadly, she slowly opened her eyes, but saw a picture even more terrifying than death, she was actually held in the arms of a cold beautiful man!

The man's clean face, slightly messy broken hair, and thick sword eyebrows made Yuan Xiao's heart beat just by looking at him. The narrow Danfeng eyes are like stars in the sky, shining and deep, but such a beautiful pair of eyes are mixed with countless complex emotions, sadness, pain, surprise, love......

"Am I dead? Who are you? At a glance, Yuan Xiao didn't realize that he was rescued, but he was inexplicably nervous by the man, his heart was beating wildly, the red clouds on his face were more gorgeous than the clouds on the horizon, Yuan Xiao reflexively moved, wanting to break free from the man's arms, but after twisting twice, he was hugged tighter by the man.

"Don't move, danger." The magnetic voice was low and gentle, and it calmed Yuan's laughter like a spell.

Yuan Xiao calmed down, lowered his head, and suddenly found that the man was suspended in mid-air, his eyes were full of shock, was she already dead, or was she saved by the gods? Yuan Xiao seemed to have forgotten that just yesterday, she swore that she didn't believe in heaven and earth and didn't believe in immortals, but at this moment, all her convictions disappeared with the wind.

"Yuan Yuan, don't be afraid, I'll take you home." The man said softly, restraining all the sharp anger on his body, as warm as the sun slowly rising from the sky, as trusting. However, Yuan Xiao's body stiffened unnaturally, she was not Yuan Yuan, and she didn't know Yuan Yuan.

"Hey, you recognize the wrong person, I'm not Yuan Yuan, my name is Yuan Xiao, Yuan of Yuanbao, smiling smile, my brother said that I am rich and happy." Yuan Xiao has a habit of shaking her mouth abnormally every time she hides her unhappiness, but she doesn't realize it.

When the man fell into Yuan Xiao, he was slightly stunned, the loneliness in his eyes flashed away, he clearly heard her clearly, but he still hugged her tightly, as if he had never heard Yuan Xiao's words, and flew steadily to the cliff where Yuan Xiao fell, and slowly fell, without saying a word, and without the slightest intention of letting go of Yuan Xiao.