When the sarcophagus lid was pried up, the second brother held a candle to illuminate it, and all three of them stretched out their heads to look into the coffin.

I saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy lying in the sarcophagus, nothing else, the young man's face was delicate, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he had been disturbed from his dream.

"Second brother, why is it a young doll?" Old Song said in a low voice.

"You ask me, who do I ask?" The second brother also lowered his voice unconsciously, as if he was afraid of waking up the young man in the sarcophagus.

"It's a shame to die at such a young age." Old Song smacked his lips, and most of the fear in his heart dissipated.

"Don't worry about anything, it's a pity, let's see if there are any valuable treasures first." The second brother urged, and at random he reached out and groped in the coffin.

"Something is wrong." On the side, Lao Liu, who had not done anything, was a little puzzled.

"What's wrong?" The second brother asked casually while groping.

"How long has your dad been dead?" Lao Liu didn't answer, but asked again.

"It's been two years, what's wrong?"

Lao Liu's face was a little ugly and said: "That means that this young doll has been lying in the coffin for at least two years, if he is really dead, then how can his body not decompose?" ”

Hearing this, the second brother, who was groping in the coffin, stiffened his hands, and his face was a little ugly.

Before they could think about it, suddenly Lao Song exclaimed in a low voice: "His eyes moved." ”

The second brother and Lao Liu were shocked when they heard this, and hurriedly looked at the young man's eyes, and sure enough, the young man's closed eyes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.

The young man's eyes were very clear, as if he looked at the three people outside the sarcophagus with a magical power, and then he sat up from the sarcophagus with his hands in the terrifying eyes of the three people.

"You ...... Be...... Who? The young man asked, it should be the reason why he hadn't spoken for a long time, the young man's voice was dry, and he asked with some difficulty.

"Mom, it's a corpse." Lao Song couldn't bear it at first, turned around and ran out with an exclamation.

His scream frightened the other two as well, and then they also turned and ran.

"You guys, don't ...... Don't run. The young man hurriedly spoke.

But the three of them ignored him at all, running faster than the other, after all, the three of them were three ordinary farmers, seeing that a person who had "died" suddenly came to life, he had already been frightened and dared to continue to stay, the three of them hurriedly ran out of the tomb, and before they even had time to bring the tools, they disappeared into the heavy rain, leaving the young man sitting in the sarcophagus messy in the wind.

Seeing the three people who fled in a panic, the young man sitting in the sarcophagus showed a little confusion in his eyes, his brows were tightened, as if he was recalling something, maybe he had been asleep for too long, and after about a pillar of incense, the young man seemed to recall something, and said to himself: "My name is Mo Liang, a disciple of the Taixu Sword Sect, I am, have I woken up again?" ”

He looked down at his hands, as if to verify them.

Then the boy's gaze began to brighten, and he remembered everything, including why he was lying in the sarcophagus.

"Now that I have been able to wake up from the blessed land, it seems that the Great Tribulation has passed, and now should be a new era." Young Mo Liang muttered.

"I don't know how many years have passed since I slept until now, and the Taixu Sword Sect is still not there." Mo Liang shook his head, and he was about to jump up from the sarcophagus, but when he was lucky, he found that his cultivation was actually nothing, and the spiritual power that once filled his body disappeared without a trace, and even the abundant qi and blood in his body were almost completely dried up.

"Sure enough, cultivation and qi and blood have almost dissipated in the process of sleeping, if I sleep for another year or two, I estimate that I will really become a dead person." Mo Liang shook his head, although he had already prepared for the psychology of losing his cultivation, he still couldn't help but feel a little lost when he truly realized that he had changed from a monk to an ordinary person.

"Forget it, it's not all a bad thing if your cultivation is gone, and you can cultivate it again." Mo Liang comforted himself, then he looked around and exclaimed, "How did my treasure cave become like this, what about my Five Elements Spirit Gathering Array?" Where's my weapon? “

Mo Liang beat his chest and paused, very heartbroken, he deliberately chose a top-level treasure cave before falling asleep, and laid down a top-notch five-element spirit gathering array to put his weapon into it to recuperate at all times, and at this time he woke up from his deep sleep, not only the treasure cave was destroyed, the spirit gathering array was destroyed, and even the weapon didn't know where to lose it.

Mo Liang took a deep breath and comforted himself: "It's okay, it's just a treasure cave and a spirit gathering array, and if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed, as for the weapon." ”

The corners of Mo Liang's mouth twitched, a little sad.

"Forget it, let's find a place to inquire about what period it is, and I don't know if there are any familiar people in this world."

Mo Liang sighed and muttered to himself in a low voice.

Then Mo He took a deep breath, supported the sarcophagus with both hands and slowly stood up, but suddenly his legs and feet were weak, he stumbled and almost fell, his body was still too weak, Mo Liang held on to the edge of the sarcophagus, reluctantly walked to the hole dug by the three people, and took a deep breath of the cool air outside, the heavy rain outside stopped for some time, and the moon sprinkled the light on the ground through the thick clouds, making the forest like a layer of silver frost, and the air exuded the fragrance of earth, with a hint of humidity and a hint of coolness, Mo Liang couldn't help but shudder.

In the end, the young man braved the vast night, followed the footprints left by the three of them who fled just now, and dragged his weak body towards the distance without any nostalgia.

Perhaps it was because of a heavy rain that had just fallen, the soil in the forest was damp and soft, and Mo Liang had a thick layer of mud sticking to the soles of his feet on the way, which made his already slow down again.

Half an hour later, Mo Liang finally walked to a small village, which looked slightly desolate in the night, perhaps because he had just woken up from his slumber, and because he had been walking for so long, Mo Liang was already a little out of breath at this time, he found a house with a kerosene lamp on, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Who?" An old voice came from inside the room, a little hoarse, and then the door was slowly opened, and behind it was an old woman with a slightly hunched back, her eyes were somewhat cloudy, and her hands were supported by a cane made of wood, and her exposed skin was covered with age spots.

The old woman saw Mo Liang standing outside the door, and there was a hint of surprise on the old woman's face.

Mo Liang smiled and said, "Grandma, I'm from out of town, I'll ask you if I can stay with you for one night." ”

Hearing Mo Liang's words, coupled with the fact that Mo Liang looked very young and didn't look like a bad person, the old woman nodded, and agreed to Mo Liang's request.

The old woman walked slowly to the house on crutches, and Mo Liang followed into the house and closed the door with his hand.

As soon as he entered the house, Mo Liang saw that the whole room was very empty, except for a low table with a kerosene lamp and a spinning wheel that had been weaving cloth for some years, and some scattered linen cloth was placed on the table.

Then the old woman said, "I'll go and prepare something to eat for you, so sit here and rest for a while." ”

"Thank you, Grandma." Mo Liang spoke.

After a while, the old woman brought some food from the kitchen and put it in front of Mo Liang, and then she went to the table with a kerosene lamp and sat down, and weaved cloth by the light.

"Young man, you are also here to collect apprentices for the immortals of the Qingyun Sect the day after tomorrow, right?" The old lady asked as she knitted the cloth in her hand.

"Immortal apprentices?" Mo Liang was a little puzzled.

Seeing that Mo Liang was a little puzzled, the old woman was also a little surprised, "You didn't come here to collect apprentices for the immortals?" ”

Mo Liang shook his head and said, "I was just passing by here, and I didn't know anything about the immortals accepting disciples. Grandma, can you tell me about it? ”

The old woman nodded, and said in a hoarse voice: "Qingyun Sect is our sect within a radius of hundreds of miles, and it is full of immortals who can go to heaven and earth and are omnipotent, and every year we will select some talented young children in our villages and towns within a radius of hundreds of miles to enter Qingyun Sect to become immortals and practice immortal spells, I have seen that the immortals of Qingyun Sect can jump a few feet high, and a stone weighing hundreds of catties can be lifted with one hand." ”

There was a hint of respect in the old man's words.

Mo Liang thought about the old man's words in his heart, the Qingyun Sect that the old man said should be a cultivation sect, as for the immortal who the old man said could lift a few hundred catties of stones in one leap, he should be a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, although this is nothing in the cultivation world, any monk who has practiced for a period of time can do it, but in the eyes of ordinary people, isn't this an immortal-like means.

As for the old woman's statement that heaven and earth are omnipotent, it is a bit of a nonsense, although cultivation can obtain great power, but even the strongest monk does not dare to say that it is omnipotent.

However, the Qingyun Sect still has to send people down the mountain every year to accept disciples, instead of opening the mountain gate to accept disciples, from this point Mo Liang can guess that the Qingyun Sect should only be a nine-rank sect, and it is also a relatively weak class among the nine-rank sects.

The cultivation sects in the world are weak and strong, from low to high, they can be divided into nine levels, the lowest of the nine grades, and the highest of the first grade, while the weak sects can only rely on the stronger sects if they want to develop, and the regions where they are located are relatively remote, while the strong sects have strong strength, and the regions in which they are located are better.

Each weak sect is more or less attached to a more powerful sect, only in this way can it ensure safety and not be swallowed up by other sects, the cultivation world has always been cruel, the law of the jungle is the first criterion of the cultivation world, and the weak can only survive if they are attached to the strong.

Mo Liang was a disciple of the Taixu Sword Sect of the First Rank Sect before he fell asleep, and the Taixu Sword Sect was the top level even in the First Rank Sect, faintly having the momentum of the strongest sect in the world, I don't know how many sects want to be attached to the Taixu Sword Sect, and the treasures that pay tribute to the Taixu Sword Sect every year are as countless as sea sand, but unfortunately, even such a powerful sect as the Taixu Sword Sect was finally wiped out in that catastrophe, I don't know if anyone still remembers the Taixu Sword Sect, Or maybe you can only get a glimpse of the past glory of the Taixu Sword Sect from the ancient books that have been preserved and handed down from the Great Tribulation.

Mo Liang sighed, a little depressed in his heart.