Wei Boyang raised his head and looked at the Taoist in front of him with a complicated expression.

Master, Master, Master, Master and Father.

If he hadn't met Mudaoren, maybe he would have stayed in that mountain village for the rest of his life and become a farmer who only knows how to farm.

It is precisely because of this Taoist that he has experienced falling from the peak to the trough, from the prominent to the ordinary.

Any kind of thing can easily destroy a person's Dao heart.

Seven years ago, everyone in the world became invincible, and Wei Boyang in Qingcheng was invincible in the realm of iQue.

Indeed, he Wei Boyang was born out of thin air, and he experienced hundreds of battles in the spiritual wilderness, without a single defeat, and in the same realm, even the disciples of the nine holy lands were never defeated.

The entire Qingcheng Mountain regards itself as the next head of the sect, and in the division, countless brothers and sisters are respected, and even those women who are quite attractive recommend themselves to the pillow and want to become Taoist couples.

How wonderful it is to see the mountains at a glance and be high up.

Then, everything was because of that Dao disciple.

The guy who had never heard of him before meeting him ruthlessly knocked himself into the dust and trampled under his feet.

What an iQue realm is invincible.

That guy broke through the realm in battle, but he wasted his cultivation with just a few swords.

The next thing is that it can be expected that Qingcheng Mountain will not offend the Taoist Sect because of a waste.

Because, in this world, the most important thing is genius.

...

Wei Boyang said in a trembling voice: "Master..... Master..."

Mu Daoren shook his head slightly, and said indifferently: "You are no longer a disciple of Qingcheng, so you don't need to call me a teacher." ”

"No, disciple..."Wei Boyang raised his head suddenly, and said bitterly: "Master, the disciple is just a cultivator who has been abolished, and he has not betrayed Qingcheng, why do you have to expel me from the master, the disciple doesn't understand." ”

Mu Dao Man turned around, pointed to the Taoist Temple, and said lightly: "This used to be the Daomen Cave Heaven, but now it has become the mountain gate of my Qingcheng Sword Sect, those Daoists have not done anything wrong, and there are not so many reasons for things in the world." ”

Wei Boyang's face was pale and trembling all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar on a dog day.

If it was just the precept hall in the door that expelled him from Qingcheng Mountain, the Mudao people never spoke.

He didn't think that the Qingcheng Sword Sect would abandon him.

But today, like the words of lightning, everything is a certainty.

I don't know how long it took.

There was no longer a wooden Taoist in the Taoist temple, Wei Boyang raised his head and looked coldly at the mountain top in the distance.

Then he turned around.

In the air, only a few withered ginkgo biloba leaves fall in the wind.

...

Three days later.

There was extremely shocking news from the Spirit Wilderness.

The Qingcheng Sword Sect was in charge, and the Dao Sword Venerable Mu Dao who had cultivated to the pinnacle of the world died.

Dead under a broken spear.

A disciple in Qingcheng saw a young man with a gun disappear from the place where he was in charge of the retreat.

As a result, countless people speculated about who that person would be.

Nine days later, the Qingcheng Sword Sect announced to the world, saying that the murderer was a third-generation disciple of the Taoist Sect, Qingshan.

This name was too unfamiliar to many people, and even many powerhouses in the Nine Holy Lands scoffed at it.

Three generations of disciples of a holy land, even if his realm had reached the immortal realm of the upper three realms, it was impossible for him to quietly kill the head of the Qingcheng Sword Sect.

But Qingcheng Mountain took out the broken gun, and invited Dao Xuan Zhenren, the master of the Dao Sect Yanfa Palace, to go up the mountain.

This is the first time in thousands of years that a hall master from the Taoist Sect has gone to Qingcheng.

Dao Xuan Zhenren confirmed that the broken spear was indeed the natal magic weapon of Qing Yama, a third-generation disciple of the Yuan Temple.

A few days later, the Dao Sect and the Qingcheng Sword Sect announced the Spirit Desolation at the same time, confirmed the matter, and asked the entire Spirit Desolation cultivators to arrest him, whether it was a holy land, a loose cultivator, or a disciple of another sect, as long as he could kill Qingshan, or send him to Qingcheng Mountain, even if it was only to provide information about his whereabouts, he could get the rewards of the Dao Sect and the Qingcheng Sword Sect.

What the Dao Sect took out was a spiritual treasure.

And the reward of the Qingcheng Sword Sect is even more attractive, and it is actually to become the new disciple of the sect.

As a result, this originally unknown third-generation disciple of the Dao Sect became the most famous person in the entire Spirit Wilderness for a while.

At the gate of the city, the post station of the official road, and even the wilderness can see the portrait of the green mountain.

His cultivation realm, appearance, practice exercises and magic weapons are all recorded.

A boy who was only in the realm of the Divine Journey suddenly became a public enemy in the world.

Countless overhauls, casual cultivators, and people in the Holy Land are following his trail all the time.

...

A small mountain village not far from Qianliu City.

Aoyama came out of here.

Of course, those simple villagers didn't know about the major events that happened in the cultivation world, and they still worked at sunrise and rested at sunset every day.

Aoyama's parents are very healthy, and in addition to working in the fields, they even go hunting in the mountains when they have time.

It's just that the black hair that was originally like ink now has a lot of gray hair.

In the dense forest, several men in black stood silently.

One of the older cultivators said hoarsely, "Look, that old guy is over eighty years old, but his body is still so healthy, it seems that that guy once came back here and gave his parents the elixir of the Taoist Sect, and his filial piety is commendable." ”

Another young man looked solemn and said cautiously: "Qingshan can even kill that Dao Sword Venerable, according to his realm cultivation, can we beat it?" ”

"Hmph, just your instigation, how many people in this world want his life, not to mention our casual cultivators, even many people in the nine holy lands will make a move, we can't beat him alone."

The Sanxiu sneered, and Sen Ran said: "We just need to take his parents, and force him to come here when the time comes, that filial son is not obedient and captured, and when that time comes, whether it is sent to the Dao Sect or the Qingcheng Sword Sect, it will not be up to him." ”

After the three of them finished discussing, they quietly got up and followed behind Qingshan's parents.

In fact, if he could do this, Aoyama would indeed be able to do nothing, he was originally a young man in a mountain village, and he had a deep relationship with his parents.

When I said goodbye to my parents and went to Taoism, I thought about it for a long time before leaving.

It's just that the three of them don't know how to let Qingshan's parents know if they catch them.

As he went, the first person suddenly stopped, and a hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

Then, he subconsciously looked ahead, and his expression changed drastically.

At this time, there was no wind in the mountains and forests, but the leaves that had been calm suddenly began to shake.

Then, the older man looked down blankly and looked at the long sword that pierced his chest.

Moments later, blood splattered.

Immediately afterwards, the wind rose loudly, and after his body fell softly, the whole mountain forest seemed to encounter a gust of wind and rain, and countless fallen leaves fell.

The other two men in black trembled and looked in horror at their companions who had fallen to the ground.

The fear of not being able to see the enemy welled up in their hearts, and the two couldn't help but look around, trying to find the unknown opponent among them.

And then.

The only sound of the leaves rustling in the entire mountain forest is still there.