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Time: Pangu opened the sky, Nuwa created people, the three emperors have ruled the world, and the five emperors have not yet been decided.

Location: Mainland Kyushu.

The vast universe is vast, this is a magical continent, and the gods and Buddhas of heaven and earth are full of life and wisdom. The jungle is covered with greenery, and the streams, waterfalls, and rivers are networked and fields. The eagle soars and the fish jumps, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and everything competes.

And man is like the ruler of heaven and earth. Although the birds, snakes, insects and fish are smart, although the mountains and mountains are wide, but they can't help human beings, they open thousands of high mountains as the road, reclaim the barren land as the field, catch lions, tigers, roe deer and deer for food, build thousands of houses, write poems and books from generation to generation. It's really omnipotent.

It seems that God is jealous of his ability, and teaches this almighty man that there is still life and death. Alternating between cold and summer, the human beings who have tasted the pain of life and death have embarked on the road of pursuing eternal life.

Chapter I

It's a hand.

A fair-skinned right hand belongs to the hand of a fourteen-year-old boy named Chu Xuanming.

His hand was plain and white, but Chu Xuanming was staring at his hand with good eyes.

"Why am I staring at it?" Chu Xuanming thought, and he didn't know.

The palms of the hands are gradually itching, yes, it's itchy, how can it be itchy?

"Scratch it!" a voice came to mind in Chu Xuanming's ears.

"Who's calling?"

"Rub, rub, rub!" "Why is it so itchy?"

"Scratch it!" "Scratch it!" "Scratch it, rub it!" "Ah..."It's itchy!" "Scratch it!" "Scratch it!" "Scratch ......it!"

"Ahh

"Blood, it's blood, scratch it, no, kill it, kill it, I'm going to kill it!"

Who are you going to kill? Chu Xuanming had no time to think about it anymore. The palms of my hands seem to have worms coming out, and they are strangely itchy.

Chu Xuanming became more and more forceful, more and more crazy, the palm of his hand was already blurred with flesh and blood, and the blood was left along his arm to his elbow, dripping to the ground, and converging into a pool. In the reflection of blood, Chu Xuanming was already crazy, hysterical to the point that his face was distorted and did not look like a human form.

Suddenly, the palms of my hands stopped itching, "Hah... , it's so nice", the whole world calmed down. Chu Xuanming stretched out his right hand to take a look.

"Whew!" What is this? One eye? It's one eye! A half-squinted eye grows in the palm of his hand, and he squints like that, trying to smile at himself?

Chu Xuanming was frightened and sat on the ground. He scratched again, picked at it, leaned over and rubbed it on the ground, the skin was gone, the flesh was gone. Hands, but they don't hurt!

Finally, he lifted his hand, which was no longer like a hand. The eyes of the palm of his hand should be gone, Chu Xuanming breathed a sigh of relief, sat down decadently, looked at his hands, and looked at the pool of blood on the ground.

Suddenly, another eye opened in the pool of blood, half-opened, smiling! Why eyes again! He got up and turned to flee. Another eye in the void. Turning around again, another eye, two eyes, three eyes...... , the southeast, northwest, heaven and earth are full of eyes!

"No ..."

Chu Xuanming stood up in shock, "It's that dream again, it's still so real." ”

Although Chu Xuanming was shocked into a cold sweat, he was accustomed to this strange dream. Look at the sky outside, the moon on July 14 looks big and round, the moon moves to the window, the sky and the earth are silvery, according to the past it should be just after the fifth watch.

Look at the other end of the bed, the quilt has been folded neatly, and my father should go to the backyard cellar to accompany my mother again. sighed, then lay down again, tucked the quilt and fell asleep again.......

Between heaven and earth, the place in the middle is called Zhongzhou. To the east of Zhongzhou is Daze, to the south is Maolin, to the west is Kunlun, and to the north is the cold famine. The scenery is different in various places, roe deer, insects, snakes and rats, spirits, ghosts and demons are all over it, and it is extremely high, dangerous, hot and cold. Therefore, outside of Zhongzhou, it is difficult for mortals to reach. Although Zhongzhou is also a country with mountains and rivers and undulating terrain, it is the most suitable place for human habitation in the world due to its fertile soil and many river loops.

The village where Chu Xuanming is located is called Silkworm Head Village, which is located in the sun of Silkworm Mountain in the south of Zhongzhou.

The silkworm mountain range is the intersection of Zhongzhou and Maolin, although this mountain range stretches across thousands of two hundred miles, the large and small peaks are nearly hundred, but only the first peak of the peakless mountain is as high as a thousand zhang, the rest of the mountains are like hills, from east to west are undulating and stop at the west end of the peakless mountain, just like the lying silkworm, the name of the silkworm is derived from this. And the peakless mountain is like being cut by a knife and axe, there is no mountain tip, the top of the mountain is flat and regular, the mountain stones are only scattered in the meantime, if you can overlook the top of the mountain like a bird, you will definitely speculate that there was a fairy god to play chess here to create this masterpiece.

There is a warm river under the peakless mountain, the river water is deep and narrow, the river water is strange, the water surface is warm and the water is strangely cold, even if winter and summer change, it is also the same. The river goes around the east of Shanyang, perennial months wash out a depression of flat fertile land with a radius of ten miles, I don't know what year and what month begins, there is a village rooted here, this village is the silkworm head village.

Now on this moonlit night in early autumn, the moonlight shone on the rippling river, through the window on Chu Xuanming's face that had just fallen asleep, and also on the white clothes on the flat ground on the top of Wufeng Mountain.

The mountain is high and the wind is cold, and the white clothes flutter in the wind, fiddling with a sword that is carried behind him.

The Lord of the Sword had his back to the moonlight, and his face was difficult to distinguish. The man in white had been standing here for a long time, and the cold light of the sword flashed in the moonlight, making people feel awe of the man with the sword.

The man in white seemed to be moved, and looked up into the distance. I saw a glimmer of cold light swooping down from a height of about 100 zhang, and landed not far from the peak in the blink of an eye.

The cold light turned out to be a black-clothed man's imperial immortal sword, and under the background of the night, the black-clothed power suit actually looked misty and weird.

"Why didn't Brother Dao stop here?" said the man in black flatly. Although his demeanor was flat, his tone was condescending.

"Xu Shangbai, a third-generation disciple of the Wuji Sect, dares to ask the senior's surname?"

Xu Shangbai's words were polite, but his words were cold and did not answer rhetorical questions. It must be known that for thousands of years, the world has been settled, and the people have been thinking about it for a long time. The idea of immortality is shared by all people in the world, so there are many cultivators like carp crossing the river. Cultivation is nothing more than scattered cultivation or worshipping mountains to seek teachings, and there is no one on the right side of the "Wuji Sect" in the world. Therefore, it is reasonable for the man in white to have such an unruly attitude.

The man in black heard that he was a member of the Wuji Sect, and his extremely plain face was shocked at first, and then he smiled and said, "Heh, it's such a big deal, but someone is not afraid of it What turtle sect or hen sect, before dawn, I originally wanted to drive you back to your mother-in-law's bed to sleep in the nest, but now it seems that you are going to sleep here." ”

Xu Shangbai first heard the words of the black-clothed man unceremoniously, and he was angry in his heart, and when he heard that the sect was insulted, he was already extremely angry, and he could no longer hold on to the immortal demeanor, and secretly gathered Xuangong on the sword, wanting to teach the black-clothed man a lesson first.

In the end, when he heard the man in black threatening to kill him, his spirit flashed. Angry pressed down, "You asked me why I stopped here, and I answered you right now. When I was a teacher, I liked to use yin and yang gossip as my teacher, and learned the essence of the gossip taught by my ancestors, and derived the number of 64 hexagrams. ”

Xu Shangbai paused, pulled up his sword, and held it to his side. He continued: "And this place is located in the southeast of Zhongzhou, which is the Yangmen of Zhongzhou, and in the southeast of the Silkworm Mountains, it is the Yangmen of the topography. However, if you look closely at the topography of this place, there must be someone who has recently moved the wind stone and giant trees to the position and departure between the mountains and rivers. Draw the wind and gather the fire, the wind and fire intersect, the hexagram is changed to the hexagram of the anode, the avenue has clouds, the anode gives birth to yin, and the beginning of yin is the source of all evil.

"Wuji Sect is a place where there are many talents, but unfortunately, you are proficient in hexagrams, but there is one more reason why I have to kill you. The man in black had murderous eyes, but he didn't wait for Xu Shangbai to finish speaking.

"As I expected, being met by me today is considered a clear sign of heaven, it is difficult for you to do evil things, since your face has been torn, then see a real chapter under your hands." ”

Before the words were finished, Xu Shangbai's right hand sword had danced in front of him, reciting the magic formula, and pressing the middle finger and index finger of his left hand on the sword body. As soon as the figure turned, he rose from the ground, like a white shuttle, with layers of cold light and went straight to the man in black.

Xu Shangbai's momentum came, the man in black was not afraid, a "carving insect small skill ear", the body shape remained unchanged, only the right arm was raised, "bah", stretched out his right palm and pushed it violently, only to see a wave of Fang Yuanzhang Xu's strength turned into a wave, and slapped on the "white shuttle" of the man in white, Xu Shangbai only felt that it was difficult for the sword shadow of the Dao Dao to improve the slightest centimeter.

Xu Shangbai immediately changed his moves, flew back, and rose in the air. Looking down at him, he was hanging in the air, his white clothes fluttering, and the bright moon behind him was like a fairy.

Although it looks good, Xu Shangbai knows that he is suffering, and the attack just now, although it is a simple move, it is a simple work, and the skill is even used for seven or eight points, and the other party slapped lightly, but he felt like a grasshopper shaking a tree. The man in black is so profound that he is far away. Xu Shangbai is a flexible person, just one move just now, Xu Shangbai's mind has changed, and he is ready to flee with all his strength. Although it is a shame, the man in black with such a high skill has no hatred or resentment, and he wants to kill himself and destroy his mouth just because of a few hexagrams of his own, and he feels that it is more important to inform the teacher that this is strange than his own face.

Xu Shangbai was in the air, holding the sword tree in front of his forehead with both hands, and said in his mouth: "The sword is in harmony with the will, and the flowers are sprinkled with water." After reading it, as soon as his hands were released, the sword hung in the air, his hands were separated, and he drew a circle from top to bottom, and the sword was divided into two, and the sword shadow of the Dao Dao sword was formed into two sword circles with the trajectory of Xu Shangbai's arm. It's too late, and in the blink of an eye, the noise and the phantom sword shadow have been completed. Xu Shangbai pushed with both hands, and the two circles of sword shadows seemed to have gained life, fast and slow, screaming again and again, and attacked in front of the man in black one after another.

The man in black first showed a dignified color and said, "Good posterity!", and then the man in black also held the sword tree in front of his forehead with both hands, his thin lips opened slightly, and then his hands were divided, and the sword was also divided into two, and the left and right hands were each lightly twisted, and countless sword shadows were also drawn, and the man in black pinched the sword shadow with both hands and pushed it towards Xu Shangbai, the sword shadow rotated, and the changes were varied, it was really like sprinkling water and throwing flowers without a trajectory to follow, and the sword light was not like Xu Shangbai's white light, but Yin purple blood red, like a candle at the beginning, but it became brighter and brighter after throwing.

In an instant, the red light between heaven and earth was reflected like day, and everything could be distinguished, just like the remnant sun shining on the end of the world. The sword body broke through the wind and chirped like a bird's song. The boulders on the ground exploded, and the debris swept up, with a sound like a divine song and a ghost crying, like a comet across the sky, like a galaxy pouring down. The sword light was handed over, and the red sword light was like an autumn wind sweeping the leaves to scatter the white light sword shadows, and the red light did not weaken in the slightest, and slapped on Xu Shangbai's body like rain hitting a plantain.

Xu Shangbai was originally an outstanding third-generation disciple of the Wuji Sect, and he also used a trick of the Wuji Sect, which consumed a huge amount of vitality, and even if he couldn't kill the man in black, he should have the strength to deal with it for a while.

But after seeing the man in black use his sword move, he suddenly felt a sudden shock in his heart, and his doubts were far greater than the surprise that his sword move was forced. Surprise and despair welled up on his pale cheeks. Before he could finish speaking, blood burst out of his mouth. Like a kite with a broken string, it was thrown straight down the hill and disappeared into the night at dawn.