Ten years after the national teacher entered Beijing, more changes have taken place in the world.

Dou Qi is no longer a single mainstream, in addition to the martial arts who specialize in Dou Qi, there is also a new system of immortal masters.

Along with the profession of immortal master, there is also the profession of storyteller. It is said that this profession was formulated by the national teacher to promote the greatness of the immortal teacher. With the advent of storytellers, there are more myths and legends in the world. The Emperor of Heaven, the Goddess, the King of the East and other mythological characters came out of the storyteller's story and slowly took root in everyone's memory.

Ten years can change a lot for ordinary people, especially newborn children, who are convinced of mythological characters such as the emperor and goddess in mythological stories.

"Teacher, I'm going down the mountain too. ”

On the snowy mountain, Xiao Muran, the last disciple of Ah Qing, bowed with his bags on his back.

Xiao Muran is the disciple who has stayed on the mountain for the longest time, and this disciple still had some small calculations in his heart when he first went up the mountain, but with the practice of a long time, his heart has also changed a lot.

"Is ten years coming?"

Ah Qing opened his eyes, and a trace of trance flashed in his eyes.

When did it start, ten years is just a symbol for me?

Now Ah Qing has also become the same as the gods and Buddhas in the temple, and there is an unfathomable aura circulating on his body. Now she looks very similar to Ye Chen ten years ago, giving people a feeling of being far away from ordinary dust. In the past ten years when Shinto spread all over the world, West Kunlun has been proclaimed as the birthplace of the Immortal Tao and the supreme holy place. As the god of Kunlun Mountain, Ah Qing has condensed a large amount of faith, and used supernatural powers to integrate faith and luck, and now she is getting stronger every day.

"Go ahead. ”

Ah Qing, who came back to her senses, stretched out her hand and pointed at Xiao Muran's eyebrows, giving her a piece of luck.

Ten years ago, a group of disciples went down the mountain and followed Ye Chen to the capital of the Divine Dynasty, but Xiao Muran was left behind by Ah Qing. Because Ah Qing sensed desire from this disciple's body, this emotion had a great impact on the cultivators who cultivated the Qi Luck Dao. For this reason, Ah Qing deliberately kept her and spent ten years honing his heart.

"Take care, teacher. ”

Xiao Muran said goodbye and went down the mountain.

Half a day later.

Xiao Muran stood outside a ruined ancient city, and a trace of dazedness flashed in his eyes.

She remembered that this was once their family's fiefdom, and that her younger brother had said goodbye to her before she went up the mountain. At that time, because of the death of the eldest brother in the inner court, the family's situation was very bad. Out of consideration for the future, the younger brother of the heir of the family led people out of Jingshi and opened up a world in the fiefdom, telling her that this place would be home in the future, that is, her roots.

"Uncle, may I ask how to get to the Marquis Mansion of Qingyuan?"

After Xiao Muran entered the city, he asked an old man who seemed to be living in the local area for directions.

"Qingyuan Marquis Mansion?"

When the old man heard this, he glanced at Xiao Muran curiously, and then pointed in the direction of the street on the left.

"It's on the street, but I don't know if it's there yet, three years ago, there was a plague in the Hou Mansion......"

Pestilence?

There was a plague in the Hou Mansion!

Xiao Muran only felt a roar in her head, she didn't remember what the old man said later, and ran to the door of the Hou Mansion in a daze. When she pushed the door open, it was as if she had been evacuated.

The Hou Mansion is overgrown with weeds and the bricks and tiles are dilapidated. A long-abandoned look. Originally, there was a group of beggars lying in the main hall of the family, and it was stinking.

"Yo, where did the little lady come from, she looks so pretty. ”

may have been awakened by the sound of pushing the door, a beggar woke up from his sleep, and couldn't help but say after seeing Xiao Muran.

"Who let you in?"

As soon as Xiao Muran raised her hand, a force burst out from her palm, and the beggar in the field was swept away by him like garbage. The beggar who had laughed before was sucked under her feet and crawled on the ground.

"Spare your life, aunt and grandmother. ”

Where had the beggar seen such a scene, and he was immediately frightened and dripping with urine.

"What about the people of the Xiao Mansion?!"

"Xiao Mansion is dead, long dead. ”

After hearing this answer, Xiao Muran couldn't hold back any longer, and the power of penance for more than ten years burst out, directly shocking the beggar out.

"Get out!Get out of here!!"

Xiao Muran seemed to be crazy, and blasted out all these beggars who were causing trouble in her family. Those beggars are also ordinary people, who has ever seen such a scene. One by one, they ran away, and even the beggar who was stunned by Xiao Muran was dragged away by them.

"Dad, mother!

After driving away the beggars, Xiao Muran cleaned up many places such as the front hall and the side courtyard. It wasn't until the ancestral hall at the back that a large number of coffins were found. The moment she saw the coffin, the broom in her hand fell to the ground, and the last meaning in her heart disappeared. Because he felt the breath of the same origin from the inside of the coffin.

She knelt alone at the door of the ancestral hall and cried for a long time.

What was once the desire for fame and fortune dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and the idea of revitalizing the family disappeared. The home is gone, what is the use of revitalizing it? Xiao Muran found the coffins of his younger brother Xiaojun and his parents, which should have been buried with the help of servants. It's just that the plague broke out too hastily, and those people fled before they had time to clean up, so that the coffins with several bones in the back were overturned, and the white bones were scattered aside, and I don't know whose it was.

After cleaning the ancestral hall, Xiao Muran sat alone at the door for a long time.

On this day, she recalled a lot of things when she was a child, thinking of her strong brother, her gentle eldest brother, her strict father, and her doting mother......

Night.

Xiao Muran closed the door of the Xiao Mansion and left the Xiao Mansion. Walking alone on the street, she didn't know where she was going or what she was going to do. The high spirits when she came down the mountain have all become memories of yesterday, and now she seems to have lost her soul.

"Girl, eat something. ”

I don't know how long I walked, but the hungry Xiao Muran heard a voice.

It was an old woman who spoke, and Xu saw her pitiful, so she gave her a piece of cake.

"Where is this?"

Xiao Muran took the cake and asked.

"This is the Niangniang Temple. The old woman pointed to the plaque behind her and said to Xiao Muran.

"...... Temple?"

Xiao Muran then remembered that the current world is no longer the world before he went up the mountain. Her national teacher and uncle spread the law of Shinto all over the world, and now there are land temples in various parts of the Divine Dynasty, and there are also city god temples in larger places. This Niangniang Temple should be the temple of this place.

"If you don't have anywhere to go, stay here and help. ”

The old woman looked at Xiao Muran, and there was a trace of pity in her eyes. She looked at the little girl and thought of her daughter who had died of the plague.

If Yun'er hadn't died, she would have been as old as this kid.

"Good. ”

Xiao Muran, who was homeless, felt warmth from the old woman.

She gave up her plan to go to Jingshi, and gave up her plan to revitalize the family with the help of her uncle and uncle, so she lived in this small temple.