[Chapter Word Count:3866Last Updated:2015-03-2014:59:58.0]

Southern Xinjiang of the Great Qin Dynasty, Yunwu Mountain.

Looking down from the clouds, the vast land is shrouded in morning mist, and only the majestic, delicate and steep peaks emerge from under the clouds. The land is vast and the mountains are lined with peaks.

Early in the morning, there was a long queue at the foot of the mountain, and people within a radius of thousands of miles rushed to send their children, hoping to pass the guò test and join the long-standing Cloud Mist Sect. It's an opportunity that happens once a year, and no one wants to miss it.

Just when people were anxiously looking forward to it, a little beggar in ragged clothes suddenly came from the periphery, and he didn't join the line of people to line up, and walked straight towards the mountain gate of the Cloud Mist Sect.

"What man, stop!"

Two Cloud Mist Sect disciples roared towards them with flying swords, coldly blocking the little beggar's way. The spotless white robes on their bodies and the flying swords with golden light under their feet made people envious, and the faces of the two disciples became more and more arrogant and proud, and their expressions were radiant. Being able to join the Cloud Mist Sect and become a monk is a one-in-a-million opportunity.

The little beggar walked on, but he turned a blind eye to the two monks who were inoffensive in the eyes of others.

The two Cloud Mist Sect disciples were furious, the flying sword under their feet trembled and burst out with a chilling murderous aura, and the people who lined up in the long queue shivered and shrank their heads in unison, but the little beggar continued to walk forward.

"What's going on?" a woman in red who was half a head taller than ordinary people walked over, with a hot body, and the twin peaks on her chest were bigger than two women of the same age. The hips are large, but the waist is thin enough to be held with one hand.

"Miss, this little beggar is making trouble, and he wants to forcibly break into our mountain gate!" The two disciples who had just looked arrogant hurriedly bowed and saluted, not daring to slack off in front of the woman in red, Zhu Sijia.

"Bold!" Zhu Sijia, the woman in red, was also angry, and flew to block the little beggar's way, her pretty face was covered with a layer of frost, and her murderous aura was awe-inspiring.

The little beggar raised his head and said nothing.

I saw that his facial features were not very handsome, but the more he looked at it, the more durable he became, and he had a maturity and calmness that his peers did not have. The key is a pair of eyes, deep and indifferent, which seem to have experienced millions of years of vicissitudes, without the slightest emotional fluctuation that is shocking. If you look closely, a pair of pupils are even like endless starry sky, and there are different worlds in life and death at every moment, and you will be involved in the soul of a person at a glance.

The woman in red and the two disciples guarding the mountain gate trembled in their hearts, and in an instant, they were all calmed by the little beggar's eyes, and subconsciously dodged away to make way for them.

The little beggar walked forward, from beginning to end, his expression did not change, and his footsteps did not stop. Not fast, not slow, the distance of each step is exactly the same.

"Big ...... , big brother?"

Zhu Sijia, the woman in red, opened her eyes wide and exclaimed, "Ye Chuan, you ...... Haven't you died in the Valley of the Buried Gods three months ago?"

"I'm back. ”

The ragged Ye Chuan replied and strode towards the mountain gate.

Behind him, the two disciples guarding the mountain gate who had just been in high spirits turned pale, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time. The moment he passed by, Ye Chuan, who was in rags, took a look at it, and it seemed that his soul jumped out of his body.

"Wait a minute, Senior Brother, let's go to the Cloud Mist Hall to meet the elders first. Zhu Sijia, the woman in red, hesitated for a moment and chased after her. Thinking of Ye Chuan's eyes just now, which were completely different from the past, he was a little confused in fear, and when he saw that there was no one next to Ye Chuan, who was timid and afraid in the past, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in his heart.

The melodious bell suddenly rang into the sky.

The Cloud Mist Sect was a sensation, everyone rushed to the Cloud Heaven Hall, and several elders who had been in retreat all year round also suddenly came out of the gate and gathered together, unexpectedly looking up and down Ye Chuan who was standing under the main hall.

Three months ago, Ye Chuan was ordered to follow a few Dharma protectors to the Forbidden Burial God Valley of the Cloud Mountains to pick medicinal herbs, but as a result, the group was suddenly attacked and the whole army was wiped out. Several monks and five-fold protectors are dead, although Ye Chuan's body has not been found, but in people's minds, Ye Chuan, a disciple who is reluctant to even be a martial artist, must be in a catastrophe.

In the wild world, people's cultivation is divided into five realms: warriors, monks, real people, saints, and immortals, and each realm has seven small realms. Several Monk Realm Dharma Protectors have died, and there is no reason why a mere martial artist has escaped.

People looked at Ye Chuan suspiciously, their eyes flickering.

Among the younger generation, Ye Chuan has the highest rank and is the personal disciple of the head of the family. Because the ancestor had been kind to the Cloud Mist Sect, although his qualifications were mediocre, he was accepted as a personal disciple by the head of the sect since he was a child and sealed a dragon vein crystal in his body, and he was respected as a senior brother for the longest cultivation time among the younger generation. It's a pity that the qualifications are really mediocre, and after the head of the family accepted him as an apprentice, he went out to practice and wander without guidance, so that the cultivation of a senior brother is the lowest, and he has suffered a lot of neglect and white eyes since he was a child.

This time, people thought that he died in the Valley of the Burial Gods, and the sect didn't even have the heart to spend more energy looking for his body, and many people were secretly peeping at the position of the senior brother. Who would have thought that three months later, Ye Chuan would come back?

"Ye Chuan, you ...... , Why did you come back?" After a moment of silence, the three elders sitting at the top of the main hall took the lead in speaking, with a pair of narrow eyes, looking up and down at Ye Chuan, who was in rags.

"Third Elder, can't I come back?, or am I disappointed that I won't die this time?" Ye Chuan's face was calm, but he smiled coldly in his heart.

That's right, he is dead, and the previous Ye Chuan is dead.

Now, standing in front of people is another Ye Chuan, the former Great Sage of the Wild World, another Ye Chuan with the same name and surname. After being conspired to be trapped in the Valley of the Buried Gods for millions of years, a wisp of remnant soul finally escaped and was reborn in the ragged body of Ye Chuan, a disciple of the Cloud Mist Sect. After fusing each other's memories, they naturally know people's minds.

The third elder was speechless, his face was gloomy, and a sharp voice sounded, and the fifth elder sitting next to him looked at Ye Chuan coldly, "On this mission, Mo Protector and they are all dead, Ye Chuan, how can you escape the catastrophe with a mere martial artist? The Burial God Valley is unpredictable and no one dares to approach, and the perennial fog is shrouded, how did the Mo Protector suddenly be ambushed? A traitor who betrayed the sect really has the face to come back?"

"Fifth Elder, who do you say is the mole?

Ye Chuan looked up at the five elders with gloomy faces, his face was calm, but his eyes were extremely cold and deep, cold without a trace of emotion, as if he could see through people's hearts at a glance, and the secrets in people's hearts were not hidden. The five elders who were high in the past had a palpitation for no reason in an instant, and they didn't dare to look directly at Ye Chuan under the weakness of their hearts.

After staring at the five elders for a while, Ye Chuan glanced at the people, took out a token from his arms, and held it high: "Don't you all know this cloud and mist order?"

The faces of the people changed, and they bowed in unison.

Although there has been no news from the head for many years, no one dares to slack off when he sees the order.

"My ancestor Ye Chuan has made meritorious contributions to the Cloud Mist Sect, thanks to the head of the sect for leaving this token to the ancestor in the past, and later accepted me as a disciple. I don't want to be proud of this token, I just want to say that no one wants to blame it at will. If I, Ye Chuan, really want to be unfavorable to the sect, why should I have been cultivating the mountain? Why don't you rely on the Cloud Mist Order to directly ask for a peerless exercise that cannot be passed on? The head master is wandering all over the world, and you have not allowed me to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to find suitable exercises for many years, and no one has instructed me in my cultivation. Now, I have only returned to the Cloud Mist Sect after nine deaths, and you still want to expel me from the mountain gate in a trumped-up name, are you worthy of the ancestors of the sect?"

Ye Chuan looked around, his eyes were cold and sharp, everyone lowered their heads one after another, and the Third Elder and the Fifth Elder, who were prejudiced against him, were no longer silent.

Ye Chuan has a cloud and mist order to protect himself, Mo said that there is no evidence to prove that he is a traitor, even if there is really evidence, unless the head of the family is there in person, no one can expel him from the mountain gate.

"Okay, it's just a misunderstanding, let's all disperse. Ye Chuan, the third elder and the fifth elder are also asking for the sake of the sect, don't you care. "The Great Elder has spoken, the head is not here, and he is in charge of the Cloud Mist Sect. After a pause, he glanced around at everyone, "This matter ends here, and no one is allowed to mention it in the future." Jiajia, you first take Senior Brother Ye Chuan to the Alchemy Pavilion to find some pills to heal his injuries, and then send him back to Ziyun Peak. ”

The Great Elder got up and left after giving a command, the Third Elder and the Fifth Elder glanced at Ye Chuan coldly, brushed their sleeves and left, and the people gathered outside the main hall also dispersed. Soon, only Ye Chuan and the woman in red Zhu Sijia were left in the main hall.

"Boy, let's go!" Zhu Sijia walked outside the main hall, and he didn't have a good face for Ye Chuan.

She didn't have any prejudice against Ye Chuan, but she was suddenly arranged by her grandfather for such an errand, and she was a little impatient. It's okay to take Ye Chuan to the Alchemy Pavilion, and you have to personally send him to the towering Purple Cloud Peak, do you still want to cultivate today?

Ye Chuan put away the cloud order and left with Zhu Sijia.

Following behind, I found that Zhu Sijia's figure was getting hotter and hotter, and other disciples usually wore standard robes, but she was wearing a strong suit, and her bumpy figure was completely displayed. With each step, the big, upturned hips will jump, swinging a sultry arc that is full of elasticity. It's itchy to watch, and I want to slap it gently to try what it's like.

The Alchemy Pavilion was not far from the Cloud Mist Palace, and soon, the two of them came to an ancient palace, and a large medicinal fragrance came to their faces in the distance. As soon as he entered the door, more than a dozen alchemy disciples surrounded Zhu Sijia, the woman in red, with a respectful expression, "Senior sister, you came just in time, how should you refine the Dragon and Snake Pill?"

"Well...... , I don't understand it very well, the senior brother is here, he has been getting started for the longest time, ask him. Thinking about Ye Chuan's appearance when he first came back, Zhu Sijia was very unhappy, and a move in his heart gave him a problem. More than a dozen alchemy disciples all looked at Ye Chuan, who was following her, with a difficult look on their faces.

Everyone knows that Ye Chuan, the senior brother, is in vain, with mediocre qualifications and no one has been guiding him, although he has cultivated hard, he has stayed at the level of a martial artist so far, and he is not as good as many outer disciples, how can he know what alchemy?

"Three taels of dragon beard grass, five drops of red river water, seven coins of snake berries, boiled for half an hour, and it can be baked. Ye Chuan replied lightly, rebellious and cringe.

The original Ye Chuan is dead, and now he is a former great sage who covers the sky.

In the long years, he wandered through the ancient ruins, rampaged through the vicious domain, slashed demons and demons, and led countless people to embark on the path of cultivation. Among them, there is the Ghost Hand Medicine King, the founder of the Cloud Mist Sect. The method of refining the Dragon Snake Pill was a secret of the Cloud Mist Sect, but to him, it was really nothing.

Many alchemy disciples were skeptical, but Zhu Sijia's eyes lit up, and he looked Ye Chuan up and down unexpectedly, as if he knew this extremely mediocre senior brother for the first time, "Then why, after swallowing the Dragon Snake Pill, it is easy to go mad, and you have to swallow the Ice Spring Assist?"

The Dragon Snake Pill can quickly improve cultivation, but the medicinal properties are too great, and it is easy to go mad if you are not careful after swallowing it. In order to improve this shortcoming, Zhu Sijia, who is an elite disciple, has been thinking hard all these years and has tried many methods to no avail. This question was too profound, and even the elders in the sect couldn't solve it, so she didn't believe that Ye Chuan could answer it. The first question was answered correctly, it was very likely that Ye Chuan had just heard of how to refine the Dragon Snake Pill before.

"Oh, and that kind of question?"

Ye Chuan frowned, and he really couldn't answer.

The surrounding alchemy disciples smiled coldly, and were about to sneer a few words, Ye Chuan said lightly: "I understand, you are catching a black pit viper, and you didn't pay attention to whether it is a male or a female, right? The dragon beard grass is to the yang, and the snake berries that the female snake crawls over are to the yin, and the combination of one yin and one yang is seamless. ”

Is this true or false?

People are a little confused, it sounds a little incredible, but Ye Chuan is serious. After returning from the Valley of the Buried Gods, it seems that he has become a different person, his height and appearance and cultivation have not changed, but his temperament is very different.

Everyone knows that the snake berries that the black pit viper crawls on can be used to refine medicine, but who has ever heard of it, and there is a male snake and a female snake?

Liar, this kid is definitely talking nonsense with his mouth open!

Many alchemy disciples looked disdainful, but Zhu Sijia, who was hot, was thoughtful, "Quick, take out the best Jin Chuangsan to heal the senior brother, I'll come as soon as I go." ”

With a hurried order, Zhu Sijia flew away, and couldn't wait to verify Ye Chuan's words.