"Tick, tick" The water on the stone wall is constantly dripping, and it is a stone road with no end in sight.

Jiang Ming doesn't know how many times he has walked this road, but every time he walks, he has an indescribable sense of disgust, dark and damp.

The torches arranged on the stone walls around the corridor are like monsters, and they tear open a crack in the darkness like monsters, which is inexplicably weird. Jiang Ming clenched his fists vigorously and quickened his pace.

I don't know how long I walked, but when I walked to the corner of the passage, my figure flashed and came to another space. The magnificent building comes into view, it is actually an underground palace, the eaves are anti-space, and it looks very solemn. It wasn't the first time Jiang Ming had seen it, but he still didn't dare to connect the previously cramped Yongdao with this ghostly palace.

All around, there was silence, only the flickering light of the fire every once in a short distance. Jiang Ming stepped through the layers of stone stairs, walked to the quaint vermilion gate, and pushed the door in a moment's stunt.

"Suzerain".

"You're coming". After hearing the voice, Jiang Ming slowly raised his head. Then there was silence.

The middle-aged man in front of him, dressed in a black wide robe, with a cape that was incompatible with the gentleness on his face, but the momentum between his eyebrows seemed to be natural, and it was extremely heavy.

"How is it, it's okay to travel outside for the past two years?" , the man known as the suzerain, was the first to break the silence.

Jiang Ming faced this familiar man who couldn't be more familiar, but he just said lightly: "Is there something wrong with the sect master looking for me?"

The middle-aged man didn't seem surprised to get this answer, but when he heard the young man's cold tone, his eyes dimmed a little inexplicably: "Ming'er, can't you let it go?"

After that, he said: "Heaven and earth are not kind, all things are dogs, born in this heaven and earth, who can be alone." You think we're demons, and we can't be seen......"

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, Jiang Ming interrupted with a cold face: "I don't understand, and I don't want to understand."

The middle-aged man saw the young man's impatience but only said slowly: "You are not deeply involved in the world, although I have watched you grow up, but I have been busy with sectarian affairs in recent years, and I have taught you too little." ”

Jiang Ming turned a deaf ear to the middle-aged man's words: "I just came back today, and I'm really tired," and after a moment, he aggravated his tone: "If it's okay, I'll leave first, sect master." Without waiting for the middle-aged man to speak, he turned around and walked out of the main hall.

Inside the main hall.

The middle-aged man was still standing in place, as if he was a little lost. I don't know when a person walked out of the shadows, dressed in a strange outfit, surrounded by black clothes and impenetrable, even his face was covered with black gauze that made it difficult to see, and said slowly to the middle-aged man: "Sect Master, one day you will understand."

The middle-aged man closed his eyes and sighed: "I hope so." After that, when you open your eyes again, the momentum of the world is revealed.

Outside the main hall.

Walking to the front of the road, Jiang Ming suddenly turned around, raised his head and looked at the three big characters of "Blood Moon Sect" on the palace, stopped for a long time, and then silently clenched his fists, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Jiang Ming returned the same way and walked out of the road, and when he saw the light of day, he was squinted by the sun for a while, and it took a long time to ease up. The disciples guarding the entrance of the cave said, "Young Sect Master."

Jiang Ming closed the stone door of the corridor here as if he hadn't listened, and walked towards the back mountain. For so many years, these Blood Moon Sect disciples knew that the Blood Moon Sect had a special existence - Jiang Ming, the son of the Blood Moon Sect Master. However, this high-status young sect master was very cold, and the disciples were used to it.

Northern Wilderness, Wuqi Mountain. It is not conspicuous in the vast land of Zhongzhou, which is beautiful in this creation. But it is rare to see grass and trees all year round, only scattered green. The bare rocks and scattered vegetation looked like a festering beast's fur from a distance.

Legend has it that a long time ago, Wuqi Mountain was an ordinary mountain with no name, and it was full of vegetation and greenery. Suddenly, one day a divine fire fell from the sky, and it fell here, and the fire burned for seven days and seven nights, and the fire soared to the sky. Some people say that the golden crow in the sky dwells here, and the divine fire on its body burns the whole mountain. Since then, this mountain has been difficult to grow, and the descendants have been called Wuqi Mountain since then.

Wuqi Mountain is where the sect of the Blood Moon Sect is located. Outside, there are countless sect buildings. Although the Blood Moon Sect has only been established for a hundred years, it has a great momentum and many disciples.

Now the vast land of Zhongzhou is fighting with each other. Fortunately, the immortal family has a large number of decent talents, and the demon sect is declining. Now the Demon Sect is in civil strife, and the three major Demon Sects led by the Xuantian Temple, the Halls of All Saints, and the Hehuan Sect all want to encroach on each other, and the Demon Sect is reunited again, forming a three-legged trend.

And although the Blood Moon Sect could not compete with the three giants of the Demon Sect with this profound heritage, since its establishment, it had swept through thousands of armies and swallowed up several small Demon Sects in the surrounding area, and it was faintly among the three major Demon Sects.

The weather is swinging, and my road is prosperous. Fang Jin's world, the right way to Dachang.

Since the righteous path defeated the Demon Sect at Xunyang Beach on the east coast three hundred years ago, decency has sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and sect mountains have also blossomed everywhere.

Among these many decencies, it is led by Lingyun Sword Pavilion, Wutong City, and Thousand Buddha Temple, but Zixiaoguan, who made the greatest contribution to the battle of Xunyang Beach that year, chose to retire and not ask about the world.

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Jiang Ming hadn't returned to Wuqi Mountain for two years, and when he looked at the disciples in front of him who were coming and going a lot more than before, he thought to himself, "Hmph, it's really hard work." Jiang Ming observed the changes in the Blood Moon Sect in the past two years as he walked towards the residence in the back mountain.

Back mountain, this piece has rare grass and trees in Wuqi Mountain, and several bamboo houses. In addition, the back mountain is far away from the sect hall and is relatively clean, and it has the style of a reclusive master. Jiang Ming opened the door, the furnishings in the room had not changed for two years, and the table and bedding were spotless, and it seemed that someone had cleaned it diligently.

After Jiang Ming came back, his heart, which had been low, suddenly became warm.

Aunt Qing...

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Jiang Ming woke up from sleep, and just as he wanted to get up, a familiar and gentle voice came from his ear: "Finally woke up." ”

Jiang Ming saw a woman in green clothes sitting at the table, the woman was bent on the table with her arms bent, holding her beautiful face in both hands and looking at herself stupidly, her temples were like mist, she was loosely holding a bun, and a hosta was inserted in her sideburns, which were inlaid with two pearls as big as little fingers, shining brightly.

Jiang Ming immediately laughed when he saw this woman and shouted loudly, "Aunt Qing."