The Dalan Mountains start from Xifeng Pingtai in the west to Donghua Tai in the east, and the peaks and peaks in the middle stretch for thousands of miles. The mountains are full of lush primeval forests. The towering ancient trees cover the endless darkness of the sky, like the nine dark gates that devour the soul, deep and terrifying, all kinds of fierce birds and beasts infested in the meantime, extremely dangerous, so far no one has ventured into danger.

There are five peaks in the depths of the mountain range, because the Qingsang faction of the ancient school of Xiuzhen is here, so it is also called: the five peaks of Qingsang. Among them, Jingxufeng, Hongcheng Peak, Aocang Peak, and Chiwei Peak sit in the four directions of southeast and northwest respectively, and the main peak Ling Tianfeng sits in it.

The five peaks of Qingsang are steep, tall and magnificent, and the perennial green forest is the clothing, and the clouds and mist are the accounts. In particular, the main peak Lingtian a peak, top into the sky, high can climb the sky, colorful clouds and mist surround it, the momentum is magnificent, it is really a rare blessed place in the world to cultivate the truth.

About 1,600 years ago, Qingsang originally had six peaks, and the sixth peak was called Demon Shadow Peak, which was between the twin peaks of Ling Tian and Aocang, and its body was dark and black, and no grass grew at all. Every night when the moon is full, there is a black qi rising to the body, like a demon shadow, which is very evil. Therefore, the Demon Shadow was named a forbidden mountain by Qingsang, and no one was allowed to set foot within five miles of the surrounding area of this mountain.

It is called the peak, but its altitude is far inferior to the other five peaks, and it is the last of the six peaks; However, erasing the name of the sixth peak of its Qingsang, this Demon Shadow Peak stands out among the hills and slopes. In the end, Qingsang Kaipai's patriarch Qingsang saw that it was so weird, and he was in the position of gathering spirits in the Dalan Mountain Range, so he pointed to this Qingsang Demon Shadow in the Qingsang School's "List of Qixiu Points", and later generations called it "Little Six Peaks".

However, one night, a thunderclap broke Qingsang's original peace. That night was a full moon in the sky, the Demon Shadow Peak was surrounded by thick black gas, suddenly the wind and clouds changed greatly, the dark clouds rolled, and a shocking purple thunder pierced through the night, like a divine dragon sneaking, thunderbolt down, right in the middle of the black body of the Demon Shadow Peak. Suddenly, the peak collapsed and the rocks were all down, and in a blink of an eye, a majestic mountain peak had been flattened, and then a mysterious black rain washed away the ruins of the wall after the great change, and the ink-like rain gathered in the bottomless ravine along the cracks between the gravel, forming a mysterious black water cold pool.

The great changes of that year gradually withdrew from the topic of discussion in the cultivation world over time, and the replacement of generations slowly blurred people's forgetful memories.

All that was left was the rubble that the purple thunder opened the mountain that could not be erased, and the black water cold pool that was not cared for.

Hurried years, leisurely passed, when the moon was full again, there was a faint black gas gathered on the black water cold pool, the moonlight was clear, as if the shadow of the devil came to the world again, the silence in the dark deep forest around was very terrible, the howling beast roar and the crisp insect chirping sound of the past were all disappeared at this time. Only the billowing black gas was tumbling above the cold pool, and the atmosphere was very strange.

Suddenly, the sound of "quack" shattered the silent and strange scene, and a group of crows in the forest were frightened by something, and they all flew towards the deeper part of the jungle.

On a stone pillar by the cold pool, a figure was already standing there, wrapped in black clothes from head to toe, like a messenger from hell, mysterious and majestic. There was a black gas attached to the man's face, thin and faint, but his face was not real.

He just stood quietly, frozen in this picture, as if he belonged to the eternal world in front of him.

The sky is like ink, and it covers the earth. The boundless dark clouds gradually gathered, obscuring the full moon, and silently, the rain fell from the sky, fine and dense, and the cold wind blew, bit by bit.

He looked up at the sky for a long time before slowly retracting his gaze.

Gradually, the black gas above the black water cold pool gathered more and more, and between the tumbling, it became more and more active, and you could vaguely see a trace of azure phosgene wrapped in it, and the phosgene rushed back and forth in the black gas, like a bird in a cage, as if it wanted to break free, but it was helpless to restrain it.

At this time, the black-clothed man standing on the stalagmite finally moved, only to see that his right hand was surrounded by a Xuanqing Qi, and he drew it in an instant in the direction of the black qi, and the place where his hand reached turned into two crossed light blades, silently, cutting through the slightest rain curtain under the dark night, and speeding towards the place of the black qi.

The man in black then rose up, hid behind the blade of light, straightened up and swooped down, like an indestructible sword, and rushed towards the black qi above the cold pool with the blade of light.

In the blink of an eye, the Xuanqing color light blade and the man in black rushed to the front of the black qi, and a strange scene appeared in front of him, the light blade cut through the black qi, as if slashing on a piece of nothingness, still silent, and then the man in black instantly rushed into the black qi.

Immediately after that, the man in black still maintained his original posture and quickly rushed out from behind the black qi, and after a while, the man landed steadily on the ground, but the black qi was languishing and gradually dissipated into the night.

From beginning to end, except for the flock of frightened crows, the rainy night remained dead silent.

He slowly stretched out his right hand, and a trace of crystal azure light swirled into his palm.

Suddenly, the black-clothed man leaned forward, his feet unsteady, and after a few steps, a mouthful of blood gushed out and spit on the bluestone in front of him.

"No matter how precious you are in the eyes of the world, to me, you are only a hope, a hope that I have been looking for for a long time!"

After a faint black gas, above the vague outline, you can vaguely see a smile on the corner of the bloodstained mouth of the man in black, the indescribable poignancy of that smile, just this poignant smile, as if it can satisfy the whole world.

In the land of the snow sea in the northern plains, there are snow-capped mountains - Shane,

The perennial cold winter of the Xueen Mountain is covered in silver, and the white snow is the green of the pine oil in the mountains and fields, and there is such an inconspicuous small mountain village between the vast sea of snow and the pine.

The village is not large, inhabited by more than 30 families who live by hunting all year round, because it is far away from the county seat of the mountain, so except for the fixed days will organize people to go down the mountain, exchange the prey they have obtained in exchange for some daily necessities to bring back to the village, the village almost lives a life of isolation and separation. Although the days are dull, the people here are content and happy, enjoying this rare peace and tranquility.

The snow-capped mountains at night are surprisingly quiet, the white snow of the mountains reflects the bright crescent moon in the night sky, and under the silver moonlight, the silent snow-capped mountains appear extraordinarily empty, removing the thick inky black.

In the courtyard of Zhou's stonemason's house under the moonlight, a slightly plump middle-aged woman was holding a child who looked only seven or eight years old in her arms, and the mother and son looked up at the countless stars in the night sky for a long time.

In this cold North Plains Snow, the boy was only wearing a thin Chu colored single coat, staring at the night sky blankly, his right hand holding the corner of the clothes slowly moved to his ear and gently took off the fur hat on the top of his head, under the moonlight, it was shocking for a while, and the little head was bare, only a few withered yellow hairs swayed a few times with the wind.

This young man's name is Zhou Xiaotian, he is eight years old, his body is weak, and he is plagued by strange diseases all year round. Every time he gets sick, his whole body is hot, like a flame burning his body, and he has searched for famous doctors, but the cause is still unknown, and there is nowhere to treat.

Strange diseases, so that he was bald, born in a very cold place, but was born without fear of the cold, every day is a single cloth, always seems incompatible with others, so it is also rejected and bullied, the heart of the little boy has long been full of inferiority and impatience.

"It would be nice to have beautiful hair!" Zhou Xiaotian's eyes flashed with a hint of hope, perhaps imagining that he had black hair, but that look revealed a hint of helplessness.

"Even if I have to endure more pain, even if... , Mother, do you say that I am too demanding?" he said as he raised his head and asked the middle-aged woman immaturely.

Hearing the words from the mouth of the eight-year-old child, the woman's body trembled slightly, then her brows furrowed slightly, suppressed the sadness in her heart, and said softly: "Everything will be fine in Xiaotian, didn't Grandpa Hu also tell Xiaotian today, Xiaotian's illness will get better soon." ”

Zhou Xiaotian looked up at the starry sky, his eyes were a little confused, as if he was thinking about something, and said: "Actually, I know that Grandpa Hu said that because he was afraid that I would be sad, since I can remember, every time he goes out with a frown, in fact, I know it." ”

A sad look that did not match his age appeared on his immature face: "Mother, Sister Tianyao said that every star in the sky represents a soul, and I will become a beautiful star after I die?"

As he spoke, his little white hand carefully touched the top of his head, which was sparse and almost hairless, and a few hairs slipped down his forehead and fell on the little Joan's nose with a slight touch.

He stared at the hair falling from his nose and said helplessly: "Since God wants me to be the star in the sky, why can't I meet my not too high requirements?"

At this time, the grandmother's face was full of sadness, and she was already speechless, and she was helpless in her heart, "Why is it not myself who suffers this crime?"

She lowered her head and kissed the child's forehead deeply, but did not speak, and the empty night moon fell silent again.

Zhou Xiaotian deeply felt his mother's tenderness, closed his eyes, and quietly enjoyed the tranquility of this moment. Inadvertently, the palms of his hands seemed to be wet by something, and when he looked up, he found that his mother had already burst into tears.

Unable to bear to see his mother's habitual crying anymore, Zhou Xiaotian turned his head to look at the full moon in the canopy.

A floating cloud as thin as a light veil gently floated over, slowly covering the curved moon, behind the floating clouds, the beautiful silhouette and misty moonlight are still so delicate and moving, as if a woman who is "holding a pipa and half covering her face", caressing the most heart-warming tune.

"It's so beautiful!" Zhou Xiaotian, who was a little obsessed, couldn't help but admire.

Then he raised his immature little hand and slowly stretched out to the unreachable bright moon, as if caressing the full moon hanging in the night sky. The movement was very gentle, lest I accidentally cut through this wonderful picture.