Youzhou.

It was dark.

The climate of this state is very different from other regions, and it is unique in Kyushu, where trees and plants are scarce, and similar fungus plants grow extremely lush and tall, and if you come here for the first time, you will inevitably feel like you have come to the land of giants.

Ordinary monsters are also very rare, but insects are huge, and there are many monks in Kyushu who like to raise insects, and they all like to travel to Youzhou.

At the border of a dense forest where Youzhou and Zhongzhou meet, a group of people suddenly appeared.

On closer inspection, everyone was disheveled, their faces were tired, and a few of them even had some blood stains on their bodies.

The leader was a middle-aged man, wearing a light-colored Taoist robe, holding a sword weapon, and the sword was stained with blood, obviously after a bloody battle.

Although the middle-aged man's breath was slightly disordered, his expression was calm, his eyes were bright, and he was obviously successful in cultivation, followed by a beautiful girl, holding a young boy of one year.

The girl followed the middle-aged man inch by inch, and from time to time she looked at the former's gaze, revealing a sense of worry.

The group set out from Zhongzhou, went through thousands of difficulties and dangers, and their father carried it alone, he can be regarded as the only backbone of this team, if he falls, the two young brothers and sisters don't know what to do.

The middle-aged man is a non-mainstream sect in the border of Zhongzhou, the head of the Sanyuan Sword Sect, a half-step Jindan cultivator, but his background is not good, and his cultivation is not a high-level method, so there is no hope of advancement.

The total number of disciples of the Sanyuan Sword Sect is not more than a hundred, and most of them are inferior in qualifications, and in the past, they all relied on running errands for some big forces or killing low-level demon beasts for a living.

The middle-aged man's name is Wu Tianxi, and he has a pair of children under his knees, which is the girl boy behind him, the daughter is named Wu Tong, and the youngest son is named Wu Lan, but he is four or five years old.

It stands to reason that a sect like the Three-Yuan Sword Sect, which has no sense of existence, is almost ignored, and even the immortal thieves don't bother to take a look.

Wu Tianxi took over the sect from his master, and he wanted to revitalize but he was powerless, and his life was as plain as water.

However, since the birth of his son Wu Lan, in the spirit root test, it turned out to be a rare golden thunder double spirit root, and the qualifications were good, which made Wu Tianxi, as the master of the faction, mixed.

I am happy that there are successors, and I am worried about my son's future.

After thinking about it, he decided to send his son Wu Lan to the Zhongzhou Great Sect to learn the Tao, originally because he intended to burn the Cloud Valley or Fuyao Sword Sect.

However, for some reason, the news leaked, and was learned by a second-rate sect nearby, forcing Wu Lan to worship the sect, Wu Tianxi knew that the atmosphere of this sect was not right, and sent his son over to the mouth of the tiger without objection, and after trying all the methods to no avail, he had no choice but to make a decision: move the sect.

Most of the people were reluctant to leave Zhongzhou, so most of the sect dispersed.

There are only more than a dozen loyal disciples who are willing to follow the martial family to Youzhou in a harsh environment and start again.

However, along the way, aside from the attacks of various demon beasts, there were also those people sent by the second-rate sect to chase and kill, and the group experienced a bloody battle, a few died, a few were injured, and there were only so many wounded soldiers left, and finally came to the endless Youzhou wasteland.

It is not entirely true to say that it is a wasteland, the plain is slightly undulating, and there are some lichen-like plants lying on the surface everywhere, accompanied by slightly humid air, which makes these Zhongzhou people quite unaccustomed.

"Daddy."

The girl Wu Tong shouted uneasily.

The middle-aged man came back from his confusion, looked back at his pair of children, and showed a doting smile: "Don't be afraid, we still have the map left by our ancestors, it would be good to find it." ’

"Hmm."

Wu Tong and Wu Lan nodded sensibly, and when the other disciples heard this, their eyes were also slightly hopeful.

It turned out that Wu Tianxi ancestor was also a native of Youzhou, perhaps in order to avoid disasters, ran to Zhongzhou, but before he died, he left a map to his descendants, it is said that somewhere in Youzhou, sat down a high-level loose cultivator, and his cave was located in a hidden valley with a strong aura.

Thousands of years have passed, and perhaps that formation has long since broken itself, and it is a good place to start a sect. sweet potato

"Rest everyone, let's go on."

。。。

A few days later, it was also Youzhou Wasteland.

On a low hill, a white-robed young man was sitting on the ground, with a square iron pot in front of him, and a few pieces of burning red rune paper were used below, and the jumping flames were accompanied by the sound of the pot, which was quite leisurely.

Opposite the young man was actually squatting two cats, one fat and one thin, the fat coat was as white as snow, the cat's face was a humanized impatience, a little thinner was as black as ink, and it also exuded a little ghostly light, and it was extremely strange, staring intently at the roasted seven or eight mature fish in the pot.

A quarter of an hour later, the young man who had closed his eyes and recuperated opened his eyes, glanced at the iron pot that was already emitting a fragrant face, and was about to speak.

Not far away, there was a shout of killing, accompanied by a trace of screams.

"Alas~"

The young man sighed.

"Meow!"

The little black cat was a little upset.

"I know I know, every minute."

The young man turned his gaze to the east, where the shouting and killing came from, several red-clothed monks were chasing and beating a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, only one middle-aged monk had a slight resistance and had to protect the people around him.

The young man raised two fingers, pointed to that side, and shouted, "Go!" ”

The few red-clothed people who had cultivated well could only hear the terrifying sound of breaking wind in the sky, and the blue light flashed, and several of them fell to the ground at the same time, seriously injured.

Only then did everyone see the strange young man on the low mountain.

The first man in red covered his bleeding chest, and said inwardly: "Who are you, you dare to hurt my sect and prevent my sect from doing things, aren't you afraid of revenge in the future?" ”

Still sitting, the young man looked away from the pot and glanced at the middle-aged man meaningfully.

Although the middle-aged man's injuries were not clear, his mind was clear, and he understood the meaning, tightened the sword in his hand, and killed several people on the ground who had no power to resist one by one.

Wu Tong gently covered his younger brother's eyes, his face expressionless.

These thieves should have died a long time ago, and several senior brothers died under their magic weapons because they covered themselves.

Wu Tianxi swallowed a mouthful of pills, endured his injuries, took off the storage rings of several red-clothed people, limped to the young man, and respectfully handed it over: "Senior, this is your thing." ”

The young man waved his hand, "You can keep it to support your family, I don't need it." ”

"Then the junior will be disrespectful."

His pair of children also cautiously followed, looking at this handsome senior timidly, and the boy Wu Lan saw the two cute cats opposite the young man, and his eyes lit up.

Cute, I want to rua.

Li Yunyi also noticed the smart boy, and smiled slightly, "Young man, don't beat the attention of the two of them, he is very grumpy." ”

"Li Yunyi, who are you talking about?"

The fat white cat is not happy, and it is human to open its mouth.