The cool autumn breeze blows softly across the mountains and ripples on the water.

The slightest coolness woke the star from sleep, the eyelashes fluttered slightly, the eyes slowly opened, and the rustling sound came into the ears as the leaves swayed in the wind came into view, and the consciousness gradually cleared up.

The texture of the robe on his body is extraordinary, even if he sleeps on a hard and cold stone, Weixing only feels warm and comfortable.

I sat up and looked up at the sky, it was not yet evening, and I woke up earlier than expected.

There was a clear stream not far away, and Wei Xing stretched out his hand and skillfully pinched a trick, only to see a stream of water shoot out, forming a water ball in front of Wei Xing, suspended in the air.

Picked up a few handfuls of water from the water balloon, washed his face, and looked at his own reflection on the water balloon a few times, Qing Junnai's appearance was expressionless, and he looked stiff, and his eyes were as bright as ever, but also lifeless as always.

With a boring wave of his hand, the water balloon turned into a stream of water and shot away, returning to the stream.

Relaxing and lying down again in a strange position, enjoying the slightest physical comfort that this act brings is one of the few pleasures of Viso.

Because of his natural lack of emotion, Weixing has no interest in most things in the world.

Life is meaningless and very boring, but because all this did not disgust him, it was just a bland treatment, so he only spent eighteen passable springs and autumns, and did not choose to self-judge.

The senior brothers of the same sect and his grandfather always come to force him to cultivate, but cultivation will make his cultivation improve, and his cultivation will increase his lifespan, although Wei Xing doesn't want to die immediately, he doesn't want to live too long, so even if he has good qualifications, he is only practicing the cultivation of the fourth layer of qi now.

He could not understand why everyone was so bent on pursuing the so-called eternal life, and why this boring life was worth prolonging forever.

The little curiosity he had left made him think about these questions to pass the time.

A yellow talisman flew from the sky, interrupting the thoughts of the stars, it was a messenger.

After easily catching it, he used the true qi in his body to activate the messenger, and the information inside was unobstructed, and it was his grandfather who summoned him.

I had no choice but to get up and leave this leisurely place on the mountainside, and walk towards the most magnificent sect hall located on the top of the mountain, the sect.

Along the way, the grand atmosphere of the sect is all displayed, there are high pavilions and palaces, row upon row, there are fairy birds and beasts, frolicking around, there are strange flowers and plants, colorful.

Even the entire mountain peak is shrouded in mist, like a fairyland on earth.

Regarding this scene, Weixing's heart was very indifferent and passed through indifferently. Many of the brothers and sisters he met on the way were smiling when they saw him, and they took the initiative to greet him.

Grandpa Tan Yonghua is the head of this sect, and Weixing's identity is very noble, and he is also very experienced in the face of these, so he naturally responds one by one.

I feel a little strange in my heart, and I feel that there are a lot of people today.

Walking into the grand hall of the sect, the giant portraits of the heads of the past dynasties are suspended one foot from the ground, and the silver-haired old man in a snow-robed robe is standing with his back to the stars, facing the portrait with his hands in his hands.

"Grandpa, what's the matter with calling me?" asked Wei Xing very directly.

Tan Yonghua didn't turn around, but asked: "Xing'er, this is the portrait of the heads of the Vientiane Gate in the past dynasties, except for me and your father, do you remember the other seven?"

As the young head of Vientiane Gate, Weixing has been instilled with a lot of things by Alice Tam since he was a child, although he is not interested, he still remembers it very clearly, and because of this, he feels a little shaken in the face of this problem.

His eyes were firmly fixed on Tan Yonghua, and Wei Xing said: "Naturally, I remember that the first picture is Wei Long, the founder of Vientiane Gate, and the second is his second son Wei Feng...... The eighth is your grandfather, and the ninth is my father Wei'an. ”

"Not bad. Xing'er, the head of a sect, can only be selected from the heirs, disciples, and elders of the head. And we have an unwritten rule in Vientiane Gate, that is, the position of head can only be passed to the Wei family. Tam Yonghua turned around.

The loving and gentle gaze met the gaze of the celestial star, and the words contained a strong will.

Wei Xing looked at the old man in front of him, his white hair was meticulously combed, and his thin face showed his bright eyes.

The premonition in his heart was even stronger, which made Wei Xing a little anxious, he knew that Alan Tam voluntarily joined the past, but later because of the change in the sect, he had to return to the sect to succeed the head of the sect.

Because he felt sorry for the Tan family, he still called himself Alan Tam, but the portrait was written with Wei Yonghua.

Facing the silent Weixing, Alan Tam said to herself: "Xing'er, you should know very well how strong our Vientiane Gate used to be in the generation of the ancestor of the mountain, and his old man even participated in that sky-breaking.

The human race and the demon race joined forces, and many peak powers intended to find a way to ascend, and carried out that sky-breaking move. Unexpectedly, there were endless fierce beasts outside the sky, pouring in from the breach, and their strength was strong. The ancestor unfortunately died, and there were few survivors of the heaven-breaking powers.

In the face of sudden fierce beasts, the people of that era fought without fear of sacrifice, the battle was very fierce, the corpses could be piled up into mountains, and the blood could be merged into an ocean, and finally the human race and the demon race were defeated. Most of the territory is occupied by fierce beasts, but the trumpet of resistance has never ceased, and it has been fighting for 3,000 years. ”

Wei Xing remembers these histories very clearly, the four strongest heavenly palaces in the cultivation realm united to form the Heavenly Court, leading all the sects to fight the fierce beasts together, vowing to kill the fierce beasts and regain the occupied territory, this is the pioneering war.

His parents died in the pioneering war, and Tan Yonghua, who had retired as an elder of the Supreme Sect, had to return to the helm of the sect, and now it is not difficult to guess the meaning of calling himself.

Tan Yonghua's next words were indeed as Wei Xing expected: "In the past three thousand years, more and more territories have been recaptured from the Pioneer War, but the sect is declining day by day, and your parents took many disciples to participate in the Pioneer War fifteen years ago, leaving you alone.

Now, Yunmumen has been instructed by Heavenly Court to intensify its attack, and the recruiting envoy has been found. As a sect that participated in breaking the sky, Vientiane Sect was not qualified to refuse.

Xing'er, grandpa knows that you are naturally weak in emotions and have no interest in anything, but you must promise me to pass on the sect and find a few more female cultivators!"

Wei Xing lamented in his heart that there was no temptation for him to inherit the sect and get married and have children. But weak emotion does not mean that there is no emotion, Alan Tam can be said to be the only person that Weixing cares about, and Weixing can't refuse his words.

had to promise: "Xing'er must do it, and grandpa must also promise Xing'er, you must come back alive, even if all the brothers and sisters are dead, you must come back alive." ”

Alice Tan burst into tears, hugged Weixing, and choked up: "Silly boy, grandpa promised you." Both knew that this promise would not necessarily come true, but both chose to believe in the slim hope.

After embracing each other for a long time, and then it was time to part, Alan Tam let go of Weixing, wiped a handful of old tears, and made a final explanation: "I have already communicated with Yunmumen, our sect has sacrificed countless times in order to open up the war, and what kind of sins have been paid off."

In the future, you can develop the sect with peace of mind, and there will be no recruiters coming to you until a certain scale. But I'm afraid this Vientiane Mountain can't be saved, you should leave early after we leave, you take this jade tiger with you, and I can find you through this jade tiger in the future. ”

took the jade tiger handed over, this is a white jade tiger the size of a palm, lying on its stomach in a sleeping state.

"This is a special storage magic weapon, the largest space inside the door, it has already contained all the books in the sect, the rewards that Yunmumen has given to your parents for their hard work and all the property that can be taken away in the sect. These are all essential to your revival sect, and remember not to use them indiscriminately. ”

Na Qiankun who took it was a purple-gold bag embroidered with many beautiful colored patterns.

"Alright, Xing'er, put things away, let's start the succession ceremony. ”

As soon as the words fell, the disciples who walked into the Vientiane Gate outside the door one after another, knelt on the ground as soon as they entered.

Alice Tam led Weixing to a large tripod, which was filled with incense ash, handed Weixing three spiritual sandalwood, and asked him to worship the heads of the past dynasties one by one, and finally inserted the spiritual sandalwood into the incense ash ding.

"I wish Weixing to become the tenth generation head of Vientiane Gate, and may my sect prosper forever in the future and coexist with heaven and earth!"

The ceremony ended with loud congratulations and prayers from everyone.

Weixing just watched all this calmly, his heart was like stagnant water, and he was not shocked.

Alice Tam, who was watching from the sidelines, knew this, but he still inevitably felt a little disappointed, and handed over a very thick book to Weixing.

Wei Xing looked at this thick book without a title strangely, "Xing'er, this is written for you by Grandpa after communicating with his disciples with his own experience. If you want to take it in the future, you can add it yourself, the content is our experience, and you will definitely find your own happiness in it.

I believe that you will be able to find something from the book that makes you taste the beauty of life, don't be in a hurry to deny it, you are not qualified to deny it if you don't practice all the content in it, listen to it, try it all. ”

Wei Xing was helpless, and all the disciples were a little dumbfounded when they looked at such an old master.

"Goodbye and take care. ”

"So is the boss, take care"

said goodbye to these hundred disciples one by one, and finally faced Tan Yonghua: "Grandpa, don't forget our agreement." ”

"Don't worry, Xing'er, you are, don't forget our agreement. ”

In this way, Tan Yonghua left with all the disciples, and the scene of Vientiane Mountain was still the same, but in this place full of fairy energy, Weixing felt a little lonely.

Just today, Weixing has become the head, and at the same time has become a loner.