Torrential rain fell and clouds filled the sky.

Among the barren mountains and mountains, a ruined temple has become the only place to live.

The campfire flickered, the red light reflected the broken corners, the cobwebs were piled up, the thick dust was covered with mud statues, the air was filled with the smell of feces, there were a few blackened bones scattered in the corners, and there was even more blood under the withered grass.

A group of four people, all dressed up in vigorous clothes walking the rivers and lakes, sitting around the fire, pressing a knife in one hand, eating meat and drinking carefully and vigilantly in the other, and there are a few healthy horses in the corner eating forage with their heads down, each on guard.

The rain outside the temple was majestic, the sky was dark, and the yellow sky seemed to be muddy, and even the raindrops seemed to have turned into mud soup.

Thinking that the atmosphere was depressing, one of the thin men in blue and black clothes couldn't help but smile and praise: "It's still very powerful, no matter how capable the 'Flying Poison Dragon' is, even if he escapes to this wilderness, it will still be difficult to escape death." ”

The man's gaze wandered and fell to the waist of another man, where a package was tied, blood-stained, and outlined like a ball, which was the head of the "Flying Poison Dragon".

No one knows the real name of this flying poisonous dragon, Gain did several big crimes in the south, rape and plunder, and his murder was famous, and he also offended the scholars, and was given a heavy reward, and he was cornered, so he fled into the border wilderness.

Just one head is worth 300,000 taels of silver.

And the man who was called "Brother Ling" smiled when he heard this, and said gently: "Hehe, this is not my credit alone, thanks to the help of a few brothers, Ling Mou remembered it in his heart, and when he got out of the border wilderness, we will share the reward!" ”

This person looks thirty, his body is straight, and his face is elegant, but the knife marks on his cheeks and the dust between his eyebrows bring out a breath of Jianghu Qi, sitting according to the knife, his flat forehead is shining with brilliance in the firelight, and his eyebrows are soothing, and it is very comfortable to look at.

Hearing his promise, several people smiled.

The big man's name is Ling Feiyun, and he is just a small person with little reputation, and there are not a thousand but eight hundred people like him in this "border wasteland", the only difference may be Mu Xia Chongyi; It is said that the ancestors were once in the limelight, but unfortunately the family was in the middle of the road, so they started this business of catching thieves and getting rewards and licking blood from the knife edge.

And this time, it is also the biggest business he has received.

Looking at the rain curtain outside the temple, Ling Feiyun was a little fascinated, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity that this is a great country!" ”

Although he is not well-known and unknown, but along the way, looking at the troubled times in front of him, he is still in a mood and has been unhappy for a long time.

"Brother Ling, you're here again, we have today and no tomorrow, what do you want to do so much, the only thing I want to do now is to receive the reward, find a good place with wine, meat and women, and enjoy it."

Someone laughed and answered.

"That's right, I don't want anything else now, I just want a woman, wait for the reward, marry a daughter-in-law, and live a good life."

"Hahaha......"

"Brother Ling, what do you still want to do with this, your Ling family was also a northern family back then, but just because he was one step late in crossing the river, he became a cold family, and he collapsed, and he wanted me to say who lives and who dies in his mother's life, let's just want to be drunk and dream of death, how to live comfortably and how to live."

One spoke, and the rest chimed in.

Ling Feiyun laughed when he heard it, he looked at the vast world outside the temple, and said: "Yes, what can we little people do, think about how amazing the 'evil emperor' Mo Yiming was back then, known as the genius of the Demon Gate for hundreds of years, rampant in the north, and even supplemented by the "Martial Mourning Heavenly King" Ran Min called the emperor, 'Kill Hu Ling' came out, slaughtered the Hu people, didn't you still fail and die." ”

He was sighing to himself, and a scream beside him was abrupt.

But seeing that the blue-faced man who was smiling had changed into a grim sneer and withdrew from the distance, the other two had already fallen in a pool of blood.

He was shocked, his expression changed greatly, and he lost his voice: "You ......"

Just as he wanted to get up, Feiyun suddenly felt that his hands and feet were sore, and he fell down softly.

Toxic !! in alcohol

He was lying on the ground, his body was still struggling, the bruises on his neck were bulging, and he said in a tone that was both sad and angry: "We are sworn brothers who have worshiped the emperor and become siblings with different surnames. ”

The blue-faced man reached out and untied the head from his waist, put it in his hand and checked it, smiled with satisfaction, and then hung a pair of cruel triangular eyes, and said disappreciably: "Brother with a different surname? Hehe, there are fewer fratricides we see in this wasteland? Brothers can do it, master and apprentice turn against each other, husband and wife kill each other, father and son can kill each other, how can you trust brothers. ”

He laughed proudly, paused in his tone, and continued in a very complicated manner: "Two hundred thousand taels, one person swallowing alone, is better than four people, and I don't want to lick the blood from the knife anymore, I have tasted and drank, and slept with women, I just want to be unrestrained and free now, I don't want to look at the faces of those warriors anymore, and I am called by people to drink and drink, and I am better than a dog." ”

Ling Feiyun looked at the two brothers on the ground who had lost their breath, closed his eyes in despair, his pale lips moved for a moment, and then he said intermittently and tiredly: "Then you...... Do it. ”

The blue-faced man did not hesitate, and the tip of the knife was already submerged in his chest.

A sharp pain struck, causing Feiyun Dan to feel a fishy sweetness gushing out of his mouthpiece, his sideburns were already dripping with cold sweat, his face was pale, and his body was still twitching.

The blue-faced man looked at his eldest brother's death-fighting appearance, his face was also a little pale, and with only one knife, he led a fast horse in a panic and flew into the rain.

"Boom!"

The lightning shines in the sky, and the thunder rolls down.

The mottled mud statue opened a pair of broken Buddha eyes, and through the hanging cobwebs, he stared at the scene of fratricide under his feet and the wall of brothers without saying a word.

The world in front of Feiyun's eyes was already blackening, his breath was also faint, and the pain of suffocation made his entire face hideous, but his tense body soon seemed to be deflated, and his eyes were wide open.

If there were no accidents, he would not have escaped death today.

This is also the fate of the vast majority of people in the rivers and lakes, and there are few who die well, not to mention that they are still in this world where life is like grass mustard and humble as ants.

And the only thing Ling Feiyun could do was close his eyes.

But just when he thought he was going to die, when he was going to die, in the blackened heaven and earth in front of him, in the pouring rain, a ghostly figure also seemed to float.

The ghost figure seemed to be untouched, like a black mist, emerging from the rain.

The moment he fell into the temple, the black mist turned around, and Feiyun saw clearly that this was a person wearing a cloak, almost no part of his body was exposed, and his entire body was hidden in the cloak, invisible and mysterious, and even under the cloak except for a green shirt, there seemed to be only bottomless darkness left.

And in the darkness, he faintly saw an eye.

When their eyes met, the person under the cloak suddenly asked when Ling Feiyun was about to breathe, "What is your name?" ”

As soon as the words came out, it was strange to say, Ling Feiyun only felt that the world in front of him was bright again, and the blood blocked in his throat seemed to disappear out of thin air, and even the knife wound on his chest didn't hurt anymore.

He sat up suddenly, his face turned even paler, and he subconsciously touched the position of the knife, and then hurriedly got up and said: "Thank you seniors for saving your life, you are ordering Feiyun!" ”

"Order?"

The person under the cloak looked at the contours of each other's eyebrows and eyes, and only felt a little familiar, and the memories of the past in his mind were already rapidly surging, until he stopped at a peerless genius who was astonishing and dazzling, and he turned his gaze.

And this person, besides Chen Zhuo, who else can there be.

Looking at Ling Feiyun, he remembered the person he was talking with back then.

Except that he does not have the latter's terrifying and terrifying qualifications, this person is seventy or eighty percent similar to him by virtue of his gas state alone.

Now that the situation is changing, Chen Zhuo did not expect that he would reach the time before the deity came here, almost spanning thousands of years.

Seeing that Chen Zhuo was silent, Ling Feiyun was also worried, looking at what he had seen and encountered in the past, such an unbelievable method could bring people back to life with just one sentence, which was the first time he had seen it.

And he racked his brains, but he couldn't think of when such a figure appeared on the rivers and lakes.

However, these thoughts disappeared in a blink of an eye, and Feiyun couldn't help but feel sad when he looked at the two corpses on the ground, and then braved the heavy rain, got up and carried them, and plunged into the rain.

Chen Zhuo didn't say much, but blew on the clay statue, and the broken idol immediately turned into a canopy of dust, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into nothingness, leaving only an empty altar.

Chen Zhuo walked up and sat down, standing still, more like a true god than a statue.

Now he has too many things in his mind to sort out, and there are terrifying injuries that also need time to recover, plus after a thousand years, he may be able to get a glimpse of the secrets of the broken void to face the ultimate battle in a thousand years.

The wind and rain under the eaves are staggered, the rain line is like a curtain, and the handwriting emerges.

[Carrier: Chen Zhuo]

[World: Legend of the Frontier]

[Fate: Greedy Wolf Enters the Life]

[Luck: Third Grade]

[Life: Half-step Destiny]

[Talent: Gathering] (Note: Greedy wolf devours the sky, devours the enemy and gathers transportation.) ）

Tips: Life changes with luck, and luck follows people. (Note: The momentum of the master has been achieved, and in the future, if the mountain is opened, the martial arts will be passed on, and the luck of the disciples can be gathered, and the luck of the sect can be gathered; If you establish a dynasty and dominate the world, you can get great luck; Transported to the extreme, you can go to other worlds, or you can return to the world you have experienced in the past. ）

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"Destiny?"

Seeing the fate of this time, Chen Zhuo's eyes shone brightly, and he fell into deep thought.

The situation where his spiritual path has reached now is unprecedented, and he is afraid that there will be no one in the future.

Especially after swallowing the big black sky, the martial arts idea of one side of heaven and earth is even more owned by him; There was even a moment when Chen Zhuo seemed to have insight into everything in the heavens and the earth, even if it was a change in grass and trees.

It's a pity that under the serious injury, the physical body is damaged, and the spiritual power is almost exhausted, and the mysterious feeling is like a dream.

The handwriting in the rain quickly disappeared, and there was a movement outside the temple that ordered Feiyun to dig the grave and dig the soil.

It wasn't until all the strange noises died down that I saw a blood-stained figure walk in in a lost soul, and then fell to his knees, crying like a half-grown child.

Chen Zhuo looked at it in his eyes, feeling the heartbroken sadness in the other party's heart, and there were a little more fluctuations in his calm eyes.

For this Jianghu, scenes of fratricidal scenes are staged every day.

The rivers and lakes come and go, and these things have long been a thing of the past for him, and they have become normal.

But Chen Zhuo is not indifferent to life and death, but he is too far away from such an involuntary life and death, just like the flowers and plants on the side of the road, the flowers are blooming, and there are no more ripples in his heart.

With his cultivation, don't say that people are plotting, just don't move a single bit, let the sword chop and chop, I'm afraid that there are very few people who can hurt him.

Unconsciously, Chen Zhuocai suddenly realized that he had embarked on a road beyond the common people, and stood on a high place.

"Life may not be happy, death may not be bitter, the world's torrent, living in this world, who in the world is not drifting with the tide and can't help themselves." Chen Zhuo said.

Ling Feiyun looked at Chen Zhuo, who was like a god like a Buddha and a fairy like a demon in front of him, and suddenly the ghost made the god bend down and hang his head, touch the ground with his forehead, and said in a dumb voice: "From now on, the younger generation is willing to saddle the horse for the seniors, go to the soup and go to the fire, and ask the seniors to accept me as an apprentice." ”

Chen Zhuo was silent for a few breaths, as if he was thinking, and finally spoke: "Get up, I will take you as an apprentice." ”

Ling Feiyun originally regretted his words as soon as he said them, but he felt that it was too abrupt, and he was thinking about how to redeem it, but he didn't expect Chen Zhuo to really agree, and it was a great surprise after being stunned.

He was afraid that Chen Zhuo would regret it, so he hurriedly made a solemn salute and said in a trembling voice: "Master is above, and he will be worshiped by his disciples three times!" ”

Chen Zhuo's eyes were stunned, and he said slowly: "There are not too many requirements for this seat to accept disciples, as long as you can abide by your heart and stick to your own way." You admire chivalry and righteousness, and it is also my appetite, as for the root of talent, it is a shackle for others, and it is bullshit to me, so I don't need to care. ”

When he said this in one breath, his tone suddenly turned cold, and he said flatly: "But you have to remember that you must not mention the existence of a teacher in front of people, let alone the martial arts that I passed on to you, even if you are close relatives and friends, otherwise, you will be struck by lightning and die." ”

"Boom!"

As if in response to Chen Zhuo's words, there was a thunderstorm outside the temple, and it exploded in the sky.

Ling Feiyun shuddered, and hurriedly said: "The disciple can save it!" ”

Chen Zhuo nodded, his eyebrows lit up, and he immediately saw that Shenhua was over, the original old and dilapidated temple had undergone great changes, the ruins and tiles were reassembled, and the peeling paint color was also new and bright; The vermilion wall and green tiles, the old trees in front of the door, everything, seems to have gone back hundreds of years, and the appearance of the incense in the past has been reproduced.

When Ling Feiyun raised his head and looked at the treasure brake in front of him in a daze, he was already dumbfounded.

"Division...... Master, what are you ......?"

Words are not good.

Chen Zhuo sat on the altar and replied: "Do you know Ran Min, the king of martial mourning?" ”

At the mention of Ran Min, Feiyun's expression was slightly excited, and he hurriedly responded: "How can a disciple not know such a person." ”

Chen Zhuo said again: "Do you know where he is buried?" ”

Ling Feiyun nodded and said: "In the past, Ran Min died in the Curb Mountain, and it is said that after his death, all the plants and trees within a radius of seven miles withered, the locusts rose up, and a drought fell from the sky. ”

He hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "Master, in fact, there are other rumors on the rivers and lakes, in the past, the 'evil emperor' Mo Yiming once passed on the magic skills of the Demon Gate to Ran Min, plus the martial arts king is talented, his qualifications are superior to ordinary people, and his entry into the realm is extraordinary, so he has reached the terrible state of not being bad, and now he is still buried in the Curb Mountain. ”

Chen Zhuo's eyes moved, and he smiled: "The flesh is not bad? Oh, that's wonderful! ”

(End of chapter)