After the head Zhang Qifeng ascended the altar, he first lit three incense sticks more than one meter long. After a solemn bow, the long incense is inserted into the incense burner.

turned back to everyone and said in a deep voice: "Life is easy to grow old, it is difficult to grow old, the years are chongyang, and now it is chongyang, and the yellow flowers on the battlefield are extraordinarily fragrant." The annual autumn wind is strong, not like spring, better than spring, and the frost is thousands of miles away. “

first quoted a poem that self-destructed civilization, and then Zhang Qifeng's voice suddenly rose, pointing to the tombs standing behind him and said in a deep voice: "Many people will ask, what kind of people are qualified to be buried here. Where can we find such a great contribution in this era of peace?"

"In turbulent times, it's easy to make a contribution to the world. And what about in this age of peace?"

"What I want to tell you is that even in this era of peace, there are still Wudang sages living here," After speaking, the old man pointed to some new graves and said loudly: "These are the sages who are buried here in the era of peace, and they are worthy of our remembrance." “

After the old man finished speaking, someone was very cooperative and carried a stretcher on the altar, and a person was covered under the cloth sheet on the stretcher, and the old man pointed to the person on the stretcher and shouted: "This is our good son of Wudang, and he is also the Wudang man who will be buried in the ancestral mountain today." It's not terrible to die, it's terrible to dare to face it. “

After speaking, he suddenly lifted the cloth sheet on the stretcher.

When hundreds of people saw the man on the stretcher, there was a noisy commotion, some fear, some frightened, some disbelieving and incomprehensible. I saw that the man on the stretcher was wearing a white robe, the collar of the robe was erected to cover the neck, and hundreds of people could only see the man's face, the whole face, including the forehead, was covered with black spots the size of a fingernail, dense and extremely terrifying, and the skin around the black spots began to be red and swollen and festering.

Not long after the cloth sheet was lifted, the festering skin attracted a lot of mosquitoes, and the mosquitoes hovered over the man's head for a while, and fell down one after another, some fell motionless on the man's face, and some fell to the ground.

This tragic situation is so tragic that it is no wonder that hundreds of people have expressions of fear and horror at the same time. The man on the stretcher didn't seem to be breathing, and the corners of his rotten mouth could faintly be seen twitching a few times due to pain, which is why there was confusion and disbelief in the crowd.

The old man Zhang Qifeng looked at the same unbearable, and covered the cloth sheet again. With a solemn expression and an impassioned tone, he shouted at everyone: "This is the pain that all Wudang inner disciples have to experience, and it is an inescapable responsibility as a Wudang inner disciple, everyone has seen the tragic situation, think about it after you go back, and whether you will join the inner door selection in ten days." ”

After speaking, he waved his hand and said: "The rest of the people should leave first, go back and think carefully about what you have seen and heard today, and think about whether you have the courage to face this kind of torture and whether you are willing to join Wudang." ”

The crowd gradually dispersed, Muzi stayed where he was, and the poor boy pulled the corner of Muzi's clothes a few times, but he didn't see any reaction, and the poor boy was at a loss for a while.

Muzi had already traveled the world, and the moment he saw the man on the stretcher, he was familiar with the black spots. At this time, I was meditating on where I had seen it.

The crowd quickly dispersed, and only a few inner disciples stayed behind to deal with other matters. This included carrying a man on a stretcher into the ancestral hill.

After everyone had left, leaving only a few people busy around the altar, Muzi came back to his senses and had a rough guess about the familiar black spot.

The poor boy made a color, the two walked to the altar together, stood under the altar and saluted Zhang Qifeng, Mu Zi asked with doubts: "Senior, this person still has the breath of life, why don't you heal it." “

The old man's face was silent and helpless, and he sighed: "Why don't I want to be healed, what can I get?" The words were full of pity and helplessness.

After sighing, he looked at the stretcher again, and the head of the house, whose eyes were sharp on weekdays, seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, and when he looked at the stretcher, it was indeed a little dim and blurred.

Muzi asked tentatively: "Senior, who is this person?"

The old man didn't hide it, he kept staring at the stretcher and didn't look back. Slightly helpless, he replied: "Zhang Jiuzhong, a disciple of Wudang's inner sect, is also my ninth-generation great-grandson. ”

The words were not shocking, and Mu Zi heard that he couldn't return to his senses after opening his mouth wide for a long time, and muttered: "Why didn't I see his parents come to see him off." ”

The old man smiled bitterly, pointed to the ancestral mountain behind him, and said in a trembling voice: "This child's parents, grandfather, grandfather, and ancestors who have been going back to the 8th generation are all on this mountain. “

Then the old man Zhang Qifeng shook his head self-deprecatingly and said: "It is said that it is good to be alive, I have lived for such a long time, and I have watched my generations of descendants bury the bone ancestral mountain one after another, is it really good to be alive, this kind of taste, I am afraid that only the helmsmen of the other three holy lands can know and fear me." A common experience. ”

Muzi can understand the suffering of the old man, but he can't understand the suffering of the old man. After thinking for a while, he muttered, "Senior, I may have a way to save the person in front of me,"

The old man's majesty perked up, and he trembled and said in a deep voice: "Really?"

Mu Zi sighed and said softly: "It's just a guess, I don't know if I try it or not, I can only say that I will do my best and listen to the destiny of heaven." ”

Zhang Qifeng was a little disappointed, but he didn't complain about Muzi, and muttered to himself: "Hey, I was confused for a while." The Four Holy Lands have been studying these black substances since the beginning of this civilization, and they have never had a clue, so how can they pin their hopes on you alone. ”

The old man didn't mean to blame Muzi, but just stated a fact. The Four Holy Lands have been studied for endless years without a clue, and a young man does say that there is a way, but it is indeed impossible to make people believe it.

Mu Zi didn't mind, but insisted: "Senior, you might as well give it a try, no matter what the consequences are, it can't be worse than the current situation." ”

This is not false, he is a mortal person, and even if he fails, he will continue to die. It really couldn't be worse. Zhang Qifeng shook his head and wanted to refute, but after seeing Mu Zi's resolute gaze, he was a little unbearable, shook his head and said, "If you have an idea, just give it a try." ”

Mu Zi nodded slightly when he heard this, then jumped up and jumped on the altar, took out the short knife given by Huo Jincheng, cut a cut on his wrist, and quickly moved the wrist that cut out the blood to Zhang Jiuzhong's mouth. Clench your fists and let your blood trickle into the other person's mouth.

Muzi did this with his own plans, and the dark spots on Zhang Jiuzhong's skin were exactly the same as the demonic qi he saw in the God Realm. His guess was that in this end-of-law world, the demonic qi could not spread out of tangible gases, but instead precipitated in Zhang Jiuzhong's body to form a fast black spot.

He has fought against monks with demonic energy several times, and the bloodline of the ancient king has the best effect. In this world where there are no laws, there is only the bloodline of the ancient kings, who may retain the ability to resist demonic energy.

Sure enough, after the blood entered Zhang Jiuzhong's mouth, the dark spots on his face became dim at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the skin around the dark spots that began to decay began to gradually heal and regenerate.

Zhang Qifeng saw it in his eyes, his body shook suddenly, and he stepped forward to tear open Zhang Jiuzhong's robe, and it was clearly seen that all the dark spots on his skin were dim. Zhang Jiuzhong, who was dying, also began to breathe as if he were nothing.

The old man grabbed the wood excitedly, and said in a trembling voice: "Hurry up, tell me what's going on?"

Mu Zi screamed out in pain, and sighed in his heart: "Is this the martial arts? A casual grab and a few want to tear it apart. ”

The old man found that he was too excited, let go of his hand and said embarrassedly: "Little friend, forgive me, the old man is in a hurry." ”

Mu Zi understood the old man's mood, of course he didn't take it to heart, but looked at Zhang Jiuzhong and said in a deep voice: "At this rate, it will take about ten blood feedings to completely remove the black matter from the body." ”

The old man nodded, indeed. Ten days is nothing, even if it is ten years, I can wait, and I said three times in a row, "Okay, good." Good"

turned to calm down, looked at Mu Zi carefully, and asked suspiciously, "You have a lot of secrets?"

Muzi smiled and shrugged his shoulders noncommittally.

Zhang Qifeng pondered for a while, and suddenly said sharply: "You came to Wudang, not just for Fang Qinghan's lifespan, what other intentions do you have?"

Fang Qinghan was startled, and suddenly ran in front of Muzi, putting his eldest brother behind him.

Mu Zi's heart was slightly warm, patted the poor young man on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "It's okay, the seniors won't do anything to us." ”

Then he said to Zhang Qifeng: "Senior, I believe in your experience and your judgment. ”

Zhang Qifeng was not angry, but smiled: "Don't be surprised everywhere, it's a good material." He said to Fang Qinghan in a deep voice: "It's too impulsive, too emotional, and it needs to be honed." ”

Mu Zi shrugged his shoulders, and Fang Qinghan grinned bitterly.

Waiting for Yunfeng, in an elegant courtyard, Zhang Qifeng and Mu Zi sat opposite each other on both sides of the tea table, and each of them put a cup of hot black tea in front of them.

Zhang Qifeng told a long story, after the collapse of the self-destructive civilization, the earth was weak and there were not many people left, and the difficult life was in natural disasters and various visions.

The most tragic place is Shu Mountain, the black fog is filled with life and soul overnight, since the black fog descends on Shu Mountain, the living soul is not born, and the creature is not long. It's like a doom.

Later, a nine-story golden pagoda fell from the sky, absorbing all the black fog and resolving the crisis of Shushan. The Locking Demon Tower only absorbs the besieging black mist, and cannot destroy it. And as time passed, the black mist inside the Lock Demon Tower showed signs of spreading. Disaster is about to befall Shushan again.

The Taoist holy land Wudang School, the Confucian holy land Hongmeng Academy, the military holy land Holy Mountain, the Buddhist holy land Shaolin Temple, and the four holy places are united in the same qi to fight against the black mist.

Endless ancestors defy the law regardless of life and death, and only then did they find a way that is not a solution. Instilling martial arts vitality into the Lock Demon Tower every year can stop the spread of black mist inside the Lock Demon Tower.

In the process, the masters of the four holy lands who went to instill vitality were all contaminated with black mist, and they became the same as the nine times, and people were not ghosts or ghosts, waiting for death in torture.

I don't know if it's God's will or fate, the masters of the four holy lands who have been eroded by black gas, buried anywhere, will make no grass grow near the burial and become a doom, only by burying themselves in their own ancestral land, no strange things will happen.

I don't know if it's God's arrangement or fate. This is undoubtedly tantamount to telling the Four Holy Lands that it is your responsibility to instill vitality and must do it.

Fortunately, the four holy lands are all concerned about the common people, and since the beginning of civilization, in the endless years, they have been persevering in sending people to Shushan to instill vitality. It's not that I'm afraid of God and fate, it's just for the benefit of one party.

After a long period of persistence, a tacit understanding and a sense of responsibility have been formed unconsciously, so the four holy places will send their own disciples to Shushan every year, knowing that they will die.

So, the seemingly beautiful holy land is actually carrying too much responsibility and helplessness.