The fertile soil of Shenzhou, since ancient times, is rich in products, and there are countless magnificent and majestic mountains and rivers. In the splendid mountains and rivers of the Central Plains, Yunmeng Daze is a brilliant and crystalline pearl.

With the Yangtze River as the boundary, Yunmeng Daze is divided into Nanze and Beize, Beize is high and sandy, Nanze is low and the water is clear, so there are clouds in ancient books: "The clouds are in the north of the river, and the dream is in the south of the river." ”

Yunmeng Daze smoke and waves are vast, the blue waves are vast, the north and south two Ze each stretch more than 800 miles, the extreme eye overlooks the water and the sky, its magnificent atmosphere has attracted countless literati and ink writers to come here to explore the seclusion, and left "the level of the August Lake, the connotation is too clear." Steaming cloud Mengze, shaking Yueyang City".

In the southeast of Yunmeng Daze, there is a Dongting Mountain floating on the water surface of 800 miles, where the first ancestor of the Northern Zhou Taoist Ting Hong Xuanzong is located.

One hundred and sixty years ago, Yehong Tianzun traveled to the great rivers and mountains after cutting off the demonic energy of the Central Plains, and saw the aura in the mountains like clouds, and heard the howl of the tiger in the mountain like thunder, so he opened a sect here and named Hongxuan.

In terms of the depth of the background and the length of the sect, Hongxuanzong has only been open for more than 100 years, and the two generations of Yehong and Qingce have not been in charge, and the Longhu Mountain, which has been inherited for thousands of years, is not the same as the Cangming Palace, which has lasted for three or four hundred years.

The founder of Hongxuanzong, Yehong Tianzun, slashed the demon qi and destroyed the demon clan, opened the gate of heaven with a sword on the peak of immortality, and flew to become an immortal. In addition, Hongxuanzong's current head of the sect, Qingce Tianzun, has been in the top three among the top ten masters in the world for a long time, which makes Hongxuanzong have a new blade in the ancestral court of the Three Great Sects.

The ancestral court of the Northern Third Avenue Sect, Longhu Mountain firmly believes in Huang Lao, and there is no dispute with the world; Cangming Palace climbs the dragon and attaches the phoenix, and skillfully seizes the heavenly work; Hongxuanzong slays the demon and destroys the demon, and defends the Tao with his body, so everyone in the people regards the rising star Hongxuanzong as the head of the ancestral court of the Northern Zhou Dynasty Taoism.

Hongxuanzong has three halls, three pavilions, twelve peaks, twenty-four streams, thirty-six rocks, and seventy-two palaces. The Sanqing Hall on the Immortal Peak of Dongting Mountain is the head of the three halls, the Zhenwu Hall on the Wuzhu Peak and the Xuannu Hall on the Tianyi Peak stand left and right, the seventy-two Taoist temples headed by the Yuxu Palace and the Jingle Palace are dotted on the twelve towering peaks, and there are 3,700 cultivators in the sect.

On weekdays, in addition to the real people who ask for immortals and the tourists who are Range Rover to explore the secluded, Dongting Mountain is also crowded with an endless stream of pilgrims. Today is the Double Ninth Festival on September 9, and the road at the foot of Dongting Mountain is crowded with people, full of cars and horses, and pilgrims from all over the Northern Zhou Dynasty rub shoulders and rub shoulders, and the voices of people are boiling.

Six young men in white rode horses and surrounded a carriage in the sea of people. The coachman was a white and chubby young man, with smart eyebrows and eyes, and the well-textured satin robe on his body was obviously a little thin, and the belly belt tightly tightened his round belly, and the placket was tightly attached to his thick chest.

Looking at the slowly squirming crowd, the slightly funny fat coachman shouted in a loud voice: "It doesn't matter if it's a day earlier or a day late, why did you just rush back on the ninth day of the ninth month of September? According to our grinding appearance, we won't be able to reach the Little Lotus Peak in three hours, and we won't be able to reach Dongcang Pavilion when it's dark! Senior brother, you go to the front to see if there are any senior brothers you know, and ask me for a meal, the gluttonous worms in my stomach are all the way!"

Riding a horse and walking in the front was Gu Tiannan, the great disciple of the Eastern Cangge Pavilion of the Hongxuan Sect, and it was obvious that his injuries had recovered eighty or ninety percent. Gu Tiannan was in a silver shirt and a white horse at the moment, carrying a long sword at his waist, and his eyebrows were full of uninhibited and uninhibited, and there was a bit of provocative frivolity.

There were a few shy little jade in the pilgrim procession, who had followed all the way unhurriedly, pointing at the handsome young man in white, and there were two or three of them who were more daring, and from time to time they threw away a few hazy eyes of "I don't know".

Gu Tiannan did not refuse these hazy eyes, and occasionally smiled back, which caused a little deer to collide in the hearts of these little family jades.

After hearing the shouts of his junior brother Zhao Tianyang, Gu Tiannan dismounted sideways, took out a green onion cake from the bag hanging on the horse's back, waved it casually, and smashed it on the white fat face accurately.

Zhao Tianyang hurriedly took the green onion cake from Da Yuan's face, vigorously stroked the sleeve that was close to his arm, and said inarticulate while swallowing: "You all have no heart and lungs, or senior brother feels sorry for me!"

Qi Zhipu saw that Senior Brother dismounted, and hurriedly jumped off the horse, he walked to Gu Tiannan's side and arched his hand, and said respectfully: "Senior Brother, there is Xuanyue Gate not far ahead, should we dismount here?"

Xuanyue Gate is the first mountain gate of Dongting Mountain, made of several pieces of huge bluestone carving and mortise and tenon that weighs more than 1,000 catties, the door beam is in the middle of the Northern Zhou Dynasty Emperor Gaozu for his own book four words: "Xuanyue of the world", the gesture is vigorous and vigorous, and adds a lot of solemnity and solemnity to this door.

Except for the Northern Zhou Emperor who could make an exception when he visited the mountain Range Rover, the rest of the people had to dismount after stepping into the Xuanyue Gate, which was not only the respect for the Zhenwu Emperor, but also the awe of the Emperor Gaozu of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

Gu Tiannan nodded at Qi Zhipu and said, "Let the juniors pack up and dismount, and I'll go and report to the senior mother." ”

After Ning Yuan said goodbye in Wenyang, Lin Yuehua took a few little disciples all the way back to Hongxuanzong. Along the way, she found several powerful people in the rivers and lakes, hiding in the shadows and watching all the way, but the other party didn't have the heart to meet each other, and there was no incident.

Walking all the way to the foot of Dongting Mountain, seeing the door of the house, Lin Yuehua's heart hanging in the air finally let go, and with the bumps of the carriage and the squeak of the wheels, she fell asleep.

When Gu Tiannan walked towards the carriage, there was a sudden surge of people among the bustling pilgrims behind, and a heavy and mixed sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground, mixed with flying and domineering shouts: "If you don't want to die, get out of the way!

Gu Tiannan frowned, stood on tiptoe and looked back, only to see a team of about thirty horses galloping from afar, and the speed did not decrease at all on such a crowded mountain road.

At the front of the horse team, four wicked men were waving their whips and slashing at the crowd, scolding and driving the pilgrims on both sides of the road.

Gu Tiannan grew up in Hongxuanzong since he was a child, and he had to meet at least eight or nine times a year with this kind of arrogant and bully, but the horse team in front of him was completely different from the previous children who were eagles and dogs, and their eyes would only glance at the sky.

It is most normal for the sons and daughters of wealthy lords to go out and bring a few evil slaves with tigers on their backs, but in addition to the four tower-like black and strong evil slaves, the rest of the twenty or so horsemen are all graceful and beautiful women in pink.

Although these more than 20 pink-clothed beauties cannot be said to be all of them, they are also slim and beautiful, they cross dark horses, carry long swords, and wear pink satin robes, each of whom embroiders a blooming flower with gold thread on his chest.

Some people embroider peach blossoms, some people embroider peonies, some people embroider peonies, and some people embroider begonias...... At a glance, it is like falling into a fragrant and fragrant flower, and the beauty Ronghua shakes off the flowers, making it impossible to distinguish whether it is a beautiful flower or a beautiful person.

Among this group of pink-clothed beauties, there is a purple-clothed boy in his early twenties who is very conspicuous, he sits lazily on horseback, his left hand tightly hugs the slender waist of a beautiful woman, his right hand gently shakes the paper fan, his eyes fly obliquely, his face is handsome, and his clothes are luxurious, just like a rich king and grandson.

Under the vigorous beating of the four evil slaves, the pilgrims at the foot of Dongting Mountain hurriedly avoided to both sides, and they had no time to appreciate the beauty of the country.

In this chaos, next to Lin Yuehua's carriage stood a poor little beggar in ragged clothes who didn't even have a pair of shoes, staring motionlessly at the green onion cake in Zhao Tianyang's hand, and his saliva flowed all over the ground.

This little beggar probably knew that thousands of pilgrims would come to Dongting Mountain to worship during the Double Ninth Festival in early September, so he also rushed to join in the fun, hoping to eat a few full meals.

The first evil slave has two scars on his face, and his arms are as thick as the thighs of ordinary people. He looked at the little beggar whose feet were rubbed to a bloody blur because of the rush to beg for food, a bloodthirsty smile welled up at the corner of his mouth, raised the chain-like horsewhip in his hand, clamped the horse's belly hard, and galloped.

Most of the pilgrims who were driven to both sides of the road saw this scene, some closed their eyes and showed unbearable expressions, some were full of excitement as if they were expecting the horsewhip to fall hard, and some were afraid that the horsewhip would fall on them.

These pilgrims, who had been bathing and fasting a few days earlier, had come all the way to worship Emperor Zhenwu, did they know who they were worshipping?

In an instant, the evil slave had already rushed in, and the horsewhip was smashed from his hand, a cold light flashed in Gu Tiannan's eyes, and just as he was about to draw his sword out of the sheath, Zhao Tianyang, who was stuffed with green onion cakes, raised his hand and grabbed the wrist holding the horsewhip.

This evil slave with a scar on his face is obviously an old fritter who has been rolling in the rivers and lakes for many years, although he can't see the tricks, his ability to adapt to changes is far better than ordinary ruffians.

After seeing that his horsewhip was held in the air by Zhao Tianyang, the tower-like evil slave opened his palm, grabbed Zhao Tianyang's arm, and used the huge momentum of the mount to directly drag Zhao Tianyang off the carriage and knock him to the ground.

Zhao Tianyang fell not lightly this time, with a few blood marks on his face, and several cuts on his already thin clothes, which made it even more ridiculous.

Seeing the only chivalrous white fat man being beaten to the ground by himself, this scar evil slave was even more incredible, he raised his horsewhip and spat at Zhao Tianyang, who was covered with mud, and then turned his horse's head and rushed towards the little beggar again, as if this little beggar who had not eaten for a few days and nights had a grudge against him for killing his father.

In the eyes of the Scar Slave, if no one stopped him from committing the murder, this little beggar would probably only receive a whip, but now that someone dares to stop him from committing the murder, then this little beggar must die, otherwise he will be disgraced.