One day the autumn color is cold and sunny Bay, and countless peaks and mountains are far and near.

This is a piece of green and old mountain flowers between the mountains, looking at a piece of green with a little withered yellow, an official road under the mountain twists and turns into the distance, the opposite reeds ripple the water, a few wild birds suddenly flutter their wings and fly into the distance.

Very usual late autumn mountain view, just ...... It's Fulong Mountain!

Xin Zhuo turned around a little sluggishly, and his feet were the top of Fulong Mountain, where the original Fulong Village was, but the original simple cottage was long gone, and there were some bricks and beams in the original place, as if it had been newly built not long ago, and some people had lived here, but now it has also collapsed, and rich mountain grass has grown in the ruins.

The dozen or so plane trees in front of it seem to be middle-aged, and they have fallen into the ground.

On the right, there is a raised lonely grave with a tombstone in front of it.

Except that the cottage is gone, everything is as it was back then, he just came to this world, bored sleeping on the recliner, hugging Xiao Huang, Huang Dagui and Cui Yinger sharpened knives and washed clothes, and quarreled to death.

It's just that the years go by, the scenery is still the same, and the people are not as good as in the past.

Below Fulong Mountain is the sea of bitterness?

Is it a coincidence, or is it ...... Like a reincarnation? I started here and come back from here?

The hole behind him has been completely squeezed by the vibration of the mountain, and there is no trace to be seen.

He walked to the lonely grave with difficulty, only to see that it was impressively carved: "The tomb of Xin Aotian, the old master of Fulongzhai."

There are lines of small characters: Cui Ying'er, Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxi, Han Jiulang, Han Qi Niangli.

He was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand to wipe the dust off the tombstone, patted his smooth body, obviously there was no paper money or anything like that, so he had to pick up some leaves as paper money, stretched out his hand, and lit a fire.

It burned for half an hour before he got up, picked up a rag from the grass and wrapped it around his lower body, found the general place where he was lying in the sun, sat down on a log, and then looked at the sunset on the horizon in a daze.

What year is it?

He couldn't help but feel similar, as if he was in a different world.

I don't know how long later, there was a sudden sound of messy footsteps behind him, and three fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys and girls, a man and two women, hurriedly lay up, glanced at him, and were all stunned.

A slender little girl in the lead tilted her head: "Uncle, who are you?"

Uncle?

I'm already an uncle now?

Xin Zhuo subconsciously touched his chin, he had already grown stubble, and his voice was hoarse and ugly: "I'll sit casually."

"I advise you to leave as soon as possible." The little girl said, "Our Fushan Sect and Dongyi's Blood War Sect are about to fight."

"Fushan faction?"

Xin Zhuo glanced at the location of the original Autumn Palace Pavilion, and just after he got old, he found that there was a fighting momentum of martial artists there.

The girl nodded, "That's right!" Our Fushan faction has just been established for two years, the head is Xue Huaiwei, and the head wife is Yuan Mo'er, have you heard of it? ”

Ever heard of it? Of course! It's just that...... When did they get married? Founded a sect?

The little girl left in a hurry and rushed straight to the ruins of the Autumn Palace Pavilion.

……

The gate of the Autumn Palace Pavilion has been renovated, a huge plaque with three big characters on the book "Fushan School", the handwriting is quite brilliant, but now it is crooked, and there is a crack in the middle, as if someone has just smashed it.

The study houses in the pavilion have also been changed to the landmark buildings of the Armory Pavilion and the Tibetan Gong Building, and even the precept tablet in the middle has been replaced by the Fushan Tablet.

At this moment, seven or eight hundred people in the square under the monument are facing each other, one side is the Tsing Yi Fushan faction, and the other side is the strange black-clothed Bloody War Sect.

Before the disciples of the Fushan faction, Mr. Haoxue and Mr. Xu Da, who had a relationship with Xin Zhuo back then, sat cross-legged on the ground with blood on the corners of their mouths.

On the side, there were Xue Huaiwei, Yuan Mo'er, Du Jiunian, and Shangguan Xi'er, the eldest lady of the original Divine Spear Villa, who had a slightly bulging belly, Murong Lei of the Murong family, Chen Guiyan of the Chen family, Chen Jing of the head catcher and so on.

Xue Huaiwei is now over thirty years old, with three long strands of beard on his chin, a bit of majesty between his eyebrows, and the honest appearance of his thick lips is gone, and at this moment, looking at the black-clothed person of the Blood War Sect opposite, a trace of despair rose in his heart.

Over the past few years, the world has been strife, and the changes have been great, and ordinary people are still looking for a way out, and they are generally talented, but after the baptism of the green rain for seven days, the people who slowly enter the great grandmaster are naturally opening the mountain gate and establishing a sect together with the three or five acquaintances, seeking the future.

It's just that there is no master in the faction, this treasure land of Fulong Mountain is the hidden dragon land of Emperor Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it is also the place where Jiang Yuqing, the iron-blooded Qin King who still shocks the world even after a few years and is prestigious, how can he keep it?

The disciples of the Blood War Sect on the opposite side have been attacking for three days, but they didn't expect that today's masters would come together, break the mountain gate, and make a move to annihilate the Fushan faction.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Blood War Sect, Fulong Mountain is very large here, why don't you look elsewhere and rob me of the Fushan Sect Mountain Gate?"

Xue Huaiwei bowed to the head of the Blood War Sect on the opposite side, the Hundred Flowers Fairy and the three Supreme Elders, "The Tiger Mountain in the north, as well as the ruins of the Shuiyue Nunnery in the east, are all treasures of feng shui that can open mountains and establish factions. ”

"That's right!"

Yuan Mo'er's slightly mean face at the beginning was much plumper because she gave birth to a son and a daughter after a few years of marriage, and her fetal nurture and blood were full, but her face was full of shame at this time: "We have someone in the imperial court, have you heard of Murong Yunxi?" Feng Jiansi is the head of the young division. ”

"Poof, hehehe......"

These words have no effect on the head of the Blood War Sect, the Hundred Flowers Fairy, the smiling flowers, the high nose bridge, thin lips of the Dongyi bloodline, and the handsome appearance of the alien race are particularly reverie, "You guys, it's really a joke, what sect does a group of great grandmasters open, what kind of sect does it establish?"

The Great Zhou Imperial Court is now buying people's hearts through a little Dongyi, so does the Zhenwu Division believe in us and other great venerables, earth immortal masters, or do you believe in you? Hehehe......"

Xue Huaiwei's face was gloomy, and there was a trace of worry in his eyebrows, the head of the Blood War Sect and the two Supreme Elders were both Great Venerable Realms, but the other Supreme Elder was an Earth Immortal, this was something they couldn't compare, not only could they not compare, but they were also like humble ants.

It's just that he gave up his hand to the mountain gate, lost face, the disciples deviated from morality, and all their hard work was in vain.

"It's really ignorant."

The Hundred Flowers Fairy sat lazily on the demon beast skin throne behind her, boredly playing with her crystal nails, "Gou and Ali, the two great elders, do it!" ”

"Yes!"

The two Supreme Elders of the Blood War Sect jumped up, and the majestic martial arts momentum rolled up a three-layer fusion technique, and hit Xue Huaiwei and a group of people head-on.

And a group of people from the Fushan Sect, the highest realm is only the studious Mr. of the Little Venerable Realm, and the rest are all third-grade great masters, how can they stop it? Qi Qi's face changed for a while.

"Let's go!"

Mr. Haoxue had already been injured, but at this moment, he jumped up with difficulty, holding the heart of death, and forcibly received the fusion spell killing move of the two Great Elders of the Blood Battle Sect.

Before he could get closer, his body was already bleeding, as if he had been slashed by countless blades, and he was depressed.

"Good Senior!"

A group of people who quickly retreated, Xue Huaiwei, Yuan Mo'er, Du Jiunian and Shangguan Xi'er, shouted angrily.

Seeing that Mr. Haoxue was about to die, the two great elders of the Blood War Sect were like killing gods, and the fusion spells were furious, rolling up hundreds of wind and waves.

"Boom-"

A brilliant white frost spell, restrained to the extreme, fierce to the extreme, as if it was not what should exist in the world, fell from the sky and beat the two of them.

"Poof—"

The fusion spell of the two Great Elders of the Blood Battle Sect was like a glow of fireflies being corroded by the bright moon, and it dissipated in an instant, and the two of them were also beaten into pieces of flesh by the roar of ice, and their stumps were splashed on the ground.

A one-hit slash is as simple and crisp as an iron hammer hitting tofu.

"Bang!"

Not far away, the Fushan Precept Monument was affected and shattered at once, and there were thirteen more arm-thick cracks on the ground.

However, the chilling frost did not dissipate, and quickly spread in all directions.

The nearest studious gentleman couldn't dodge and was frozen into ice.

Whether it was the Fushan Sect or the disciples of the Blood War Sect, they were stunned for a moment, and then they retreated frantically, until they withdrew for hundreds of zhang, all of them were short of breath, their faces were pale, and they were terrified.