The full moon is lacking, the flowers are at zero, and the heroes are also in the twilight, and the way of life and death of all things is common sense in the world.

However, people who are not good at life and fear death, so in today's world, the wind of cultivating the truth and cultivating the Tao prevails.

The Central Plains is huge, north, south, east and west, although it is not endless.

In the south of the Central Plains, there is a mountain range, named Fangyue Ridge. Fangyue Ridge stretches for dozens of miles, and the mountain ridge is full of black bamboos several zhang high.

The body of the black bamboo is black, and the leaves are emerald green. Although this kind of black bamboo is ordinary, it also has a nickname, called "love bamboo". Because of the bamboo flute made of this bamboo, the voice is quiet and gentle, just like a woman whispering love words to her beloved.

In the vicinity of Fang Yueling, every man will use the "love bamboo" to make a "love flute", when he meets the woman he likes, he will blow the "love language" for it, if the woman accepts the man's show of love, will accept the "love flute" and treasure it for a lifetime.

Above Fang Yue Ridge, there is a monastic sect called Fang Yue Gate. It's just that this Fang Yuemen has been decaying for a long time, and the talents have withered, and now only the door master Xiao Zhong is left, and he is working hard alone, and he has long lost his former glory.

On this night, the sky was like ink, and the stars and moon were covered by dark clouds. In the dark clouds, there were one or two rumbling thunders from time to time, as if the storm was coming.

The courtyard gate of Fang Yuemen was closed tightly, and a faint light still penetrated through the gap in the courtyard gate, but the light and shadow flickered on and off, and it seemed that the candle flame in the courtyard was also flickering.

A faint gray shadow slowly emerged from the gate of the courtyard.

The dim light fell on the gray shadow's face, as if he was hesitant.

"Master, you said that above this 'Dao Talisman', there is a hidden foundation of our Yuemen Dao Law, and once it is broken, there will be a chance to restore the prosperity of our Yuemen in the past......." At this time, a man's voice came out of the courtyard, his voice was intermittent, and he seemed to be a little drunk, hoarse and difficult to distinguish.

"But the disciple is stupid...... Several fiascos, the humiliation of the master, the disciple is ashamed of ......"

Suddenly, the sky and the earth suddenly brightened, and a white lightning with the power of the nine heavens came from the sky and fell not far from the courtyard, this moment seemed to be a little brighter than the day, and then a thunderous explosion sounded.

The sudden thunder frightened the sleeping baby in Gray Shadow's arms, crying "wow, wow".

The gray shadow didn't move, but lowered his gaze and looked into his arms. A white baby wrapped in a cotton red mattress, with slightly closed eyes and a mouth sobbing, crying "wow" non-stop.

After the lightning, the power was unabated, and the thunder rolled for a long time.

But the baby's cry was still heard far away, and the man in the courtyard seemed to hear the voice, and stopped talking, but listened intently.

A trace of unbearability flashed in the gray shadow's eyes, but after all, he slowly placed the baby on the stone steps at the entrance of the courtyard, and at this time the people in the courtyard had already walked towards the door.

The gray shadow in the night faded again, and soon disappeared into the night.

The man in the courtyard only felt a chill on his face, and then there were raindrops the size of beans hitting his face, which hurt slightly, and this night rain finally hit.

The cry of "wow" was still clearly audible, and the man's heart tightened, and he didn't care about running to the gate of the courtyard, so he opened the courtyard door with a "bang".

It was pitch black and empty outside the door, and the man looked down and saw a baby wrapped in a black shirt crying and screaming, and the rain had already wet most of the baby's red mattress.

The man did not want to immediately pick up the baby, take it in his arms, and cover it with a wide robe.

Most of the drunkenness has gone, and his eyes have swept around, but except for the dark night, there is no half of a figure.

In desperation, I could only try to shout, "Is there anyone? Who put the child here?"

But except for the night rain that hit him, the "crackling" sound kept coming, how could anyone respond!

The man sighed, knowing that someone must have abandoned the baby and placed it here.

The man looked down into his arms, and saw that the baby's face was as white as fat, and his eyes were closed, but the corners of his eyes seemed to be wet because of crying.

"Poor child", the man sighed again, shook the baby gently, and said, "Be good, don't cry." ”

I don't know if the baby was tired of crying, or because of his persuasion, the baby really "babbled" once or twice, and stopped crying.

The man was stunned, as if he had a feeling, picked up the baby and ran into the yard, and soon after, he hurried out of the yard, and went out of the night rain in his robe......

Six years later.

The deepest part of the courtyard of Fangyuemen is where the ancestral hall is located, and the left and right directions of the entrance of the ancestral hall are circular corridors, and the corridors extend around the square courtyard.

Directly in front of the entrance of the ancestral hall are several stone steps, which lead to the entrance of the courtyard along the bluestone-paved path.

On the left and right sides of the stone steps, there are two or three guest rooms each, which were originally reserved for the disciples of Fang Yuemen, but now there are only two masters and apprentices in Fang Yuemen, except for the one closest to the ancestral hall on the left, the guest rooms are all empty.

Outside the room, the sun was scorching, and it was already the height of summer.

Dozens of steps away from the door of this guest room, there is a bluestone round table, the stone table is some years old, and it is cracked.

However, this did not affect the children who were standing on the stone benches next to the stone table, concentrating on writing.

There is a lot of attention to the production of "Tao Talismans", but for children at this moment, they can only follow the master's training and meticulous pen drawing.

There was a thick stack of paper in the corner of the stone table, and although the child could not fully understand the meaning and mystery of the strange symbols that had been sketched a thousand times, he still insisted on sketching them.

The scorching sun was gradually setting in the west, and at the hottest time of the day, sweat gradually ran down the children's cheeks, and the palms of the hands holding the pen tightly became slippery.

Finally, the child put down his pen and looked up at the man standing at the door of the ancestral hall, showing a little pleading eyes.

The man was unmoved, his gaze as stern as ever.

The child felt a little aggrieved, but he didn't know if he was afraid of the man, or if he was a little dependent on the man. didn't cry, but rolled up his sleeves and wiped his face a few times, and wiped the sweat off his hands with all his might, and then lowered his head and began to write again.

After another half an hour, the young man suddenly stopped his movements, and his eyes moved forward, and a colorful butterfly landed on the small flower not far from the stone table.

The child seemed to hesitate, and then looked behind him stealthily again, and the master was gone.

The child jumped off the stone bench and ran cautiously towards the butterfly, but before he could get closer, the butterfly fluttered up as if frightened, but a figure stood in front of the child.

The man's gaze fell on the child's somewhat embarrassed face, and he sighed lightly, his expression seemed to be a little disappointed and a little regretful.

The child could not read the man's gaze, but felt that he seemed to have done something wrong, a little scared, a little ashamed.

"Master......"

The man said lightly: "Go to the ancestral hall and confess!"

The door of the ancestral hall slowly closed, and the master's expression gradually became indistinguishable, and when the last glimmer of light disappeared, the ancestral hall was gloomy.

There was no reason for a trace of fear in the child's heart, and there were more grievances, and he was alone, shrinking in a corner of the ancestral hall, choking.

This is the first time Xiao Yusheng has been imprisoned in the black room of the ancestral hall.

On the second day, when the door of the ancestral hall gradually opened, and the light shone into the ancestral hall through the gap, Xiao Yusheng's eyes were not dry.

"Yusheng, come here. ”

At the door, Xiao Zhong's voice came.

Xiao Yu was angry, wiped the corners of his eyes, threw his head to the side, and ignored it.

"You kid!" Xiao Zhong felt a little guilty and unbearable after all.

"In the future, if you really feel bored, blow this bamboo flute. I don't know when, Xiao Zhong had arrived in front of Xiao Yusheng, and touched Xiao Yusheng's hair with some pity.

Xiao Yusheng still didn't forgive Xiao Zhong, but his eyes were still a little curious to look at the thing in Xiao Zhong's hand, which was a black bamboo flute more than a foot long.

Xiao Zhong smiled, not caring about Xiao Yusheng's little temper at this moment: "This is Nanshan's 'love flute', except for the beloved woman, you can't blow it to others at will!"

"Beloved woman, who is that?" Xiao Yusheng didn't understand, and asked Nene, who scratched his head.

"Haha......" Xiao Zhong didn't answer, and his heart had already been opened.

......

......

Time flies, years pass like a horse, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Fang Yue Gate, inside the ancestral hall.

Although it was daylight, because the windows were closed, the light in the ancestral hall was a little dim, and the incense candles were also flickering and dimming.

A man over the age of 50 took a long incense stick, lit it on the candle flame, and inserted it into the incense burner in front of the ancestral throne.

The man's figure was clumsy, his face was a little old, and his expression seemed to be extremely tired, but at this time, he was meticulously whispering to the dozens of spiritual positions in front of the incense burner, and the flickering firelight shrouded half of his figure, and half of his shadow was in the dark.

The long incense wafted a faint green smoke, and the entire ancestral hall looked solemn.

After a short time, the man finally turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall.

It seems that he has been in the ancestral hall for a long time, and the sunlight outside the house is slightly dazzling on his face.

The man sighed and said in his heart, "It's really old." ”

At this moment, under the stone steps in front of the ancestral hall, there was a young man in a green shirt about fifteen or sixteen years old, the young man looked a little thin, with a five-foot long sword on his back, and a black bamboo flute more than a foot long stuck in his waist, standing there quietly.

When the young man saw the man walking out of the ancestral hall, he immediately stepped forward and saluted, "Master." ”

This man is Xiao Zhong, the master of Fang Yuemen, but Xiao Zhong looks much older at this time than ten years ago, and he is not at all like an ordinary cultivator.

Xiao Zhong raised his eyes to look at the young man, and there was a hint of love in his eyes. After a while, he sighed lightly and said a little complicatedly: "In a blink of an eye, it's time for the Tianju Mountain Righteous Path Competition." ”

Xiao Zhong's expression was as usual, but Xiao Yusheng could still feel the hidden anger, resentment and unwillingness in his master's words.

The Tianju Mountain Righteous Path Contest is held once every eight years, and all the Righteous Path sects are proud of their achievements in the Righteous Path Competition.

Each sect has four places, as long as these four people have practiced for less than one Jiazi. Therefore, every Righteous Path Great Contest is almost a grand gathering of the younger generation of righteous disciples in the world. Almost all sects will send outstanding disciples from the younger generation of the sect in order to achieve good results in the Great Competition of the Righteous Path.

Fang Yuemen has been inherited for hundreds of years, and it is one of the several sects with the longest history of inheritance in the cultivation realm today, and of course, it is no exception to attach importance to such a big competition.

Hundreds of years ago, Fangyuemen also had a very glorious period. At that time, Fang Yuemen was one of the several great sects of Zhengda, and he had won the top three in the Zhengdao Dabi for several consecutive years. After that, there were some changes one after another, Fang Yuemen almost broke the incense, and finally barely survived the difficulties and survived.

A hundred years ago, when Xiao Zhong's master Lu Zhendao took over Fang Yuemen, Fang Yuemen had already collapsed, and Fang Yuemen had been withering day by day in the past hundred years. Fifty years ago, Lu Zhendao died of depression, and after more than ten years, the only dozen or so young disciples of Fang Yuemen also left.

Only Xiao Zhong was grateful for the grace of Lu Zhendao people to raise and teach his profession, and he worked hard alone. Because of this, he had to participate in the righteous path competition as the head of Fang Yuemen.

However, the Dao talisman technique cultivated by Fang Yuemen was heavy on external force and not on one's own body, and it had long been regarded as a low-end small art.

Compared with the method of cultivating the true Dao that prevails in today's world, the cultivation progress is extremely slow, even Xiao Zhong himself only has the realm of the fifth layer of the Dao Yuan Realm, and Xiao Zhong's cultivation in the Dao Fu is not very talented, and the rare use of the Dao Fu is difficult for Xiao Zhong to play.

Xiao Zhong participated in the four righteous path competitions, and returned disappointed again and again. And the time sixteen years ago was particularly miserable, and in the first round, he encountered an opponent from the eighth layer of the Dao Yuan Realm. Although Xiao Zhong fought hard to the death, he was too far behind in the end, and he was defeated by his opponent in the first round.

With the respect of the head of a faction, he couldn't even win the first round, and the overwhelming discussion and ridicule followed, and the name of the righteous inheritance giant sect really existed in name only.

Xiao Zhong felt that Fang Yuemen had become the laughing stock of the world because of this, and such a result was even more unacceptable than killing him!

Xiao Zhong was depressed to the extreme, ashamed, helpless, and resentful, and after returning to Fang Yuemen, his heart was depressed, and he drank all day long, until that rainy night, the abandoned baby, which gave him a little hope.

Xiao Zhong retracted his thoughts, looked at the young man, and instructed: "Yusheng, this time Tianju Mountain is better than you going alone, remember not to be reckless and reckless, if you don't admit defeat, don't hurt yourself." ”

The young man felt something, his nose was sour, and he replied respectfully, "Yes, Master." ”

Xiao Zhong saw that there was a bit of sincerity in the young man's respect, and he was happy in his heart. He smiled with satisfaction, but after a while, he felt a little ashamed for some reason, and said, "Many of the advanced Dao methods in my sect have been lost, and only this talisman is left. If it weren't for my sect, with your qualifications, you would have entered the realm far more than that! Fortunately, your talent in Dao Fu is also extremely high, otherwise Master ......."

"Master, you?" Xiao Yusheng's voice interrupted Xiao Zhong.

Xiao Zhong was silent for a moment, and suddenly sighed lightly: "I have wronged you all these years." Without waiting for Xiao Yusheng to speak again, he waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's go!"

The young man was stunned, his eyes were hot, he knelt down heavily, kowtowed respectfully three times, and then got up and walked outside the courtyard.

The figure of the young man gradually disappeared in Xiao Zhong's eyes, Xiao Zhong stared motionlessly in the direction where the young man left, and only after a long time did he retract his gaze and turn his head to look at the two half-human round wooden pillars at the entrance of the ancestral hall, just like that rainy night sixteen years ago.

The pillar is red throughout, and above it is a rune written in dansha.

The runes have been around for a long time, some of them have been mottled and peeled off, and the handwriting is even more sloppy and illegible, but Xiao Zhong clearly recognizes every word.

"Gold, wood, water, fire and earth, the avenue survives through the ages. ”

Xiao Zhong frowned and looked at the rune and muttered a few words, and after a while, his expression darkened, and he sighed and walked towards the ancestral hall.

Xiao Zhong's back was rickety, his steps faltered, and finally disappeared into the shadows that could not even be illuminated by the light of the incense candles.

At the foot of Fang Yueling Mountain, the young man turned his head to look at the emerald color of the mountain, the blue sea undulating, the bamboo forest was bleak, and there was a roar.

The boy took a breath, he had been preparing for the competition in a month's time, he had been preparing for decades.

When he was eight years old, he followed Xiao Zhong to participate in the Tianju Mountain Competition.

The wonders of Tianju Mountain and the magnificence of the righteous path competition scene once dazzled him, amazed and excited.

But Xiao Zhong almost didn't say a word, and his face was extremely ugly, especially when some people seemed to flatter their greetings and greetings, which made Xiao Zhong's face even more gloomy.

Although he was still young at that time, he could easily feel the ridicule, contempt and disdain contained in those greetings and greetings.

That time, Xiao Zhong won one round and lost to his opponent in the second round.

Xiao Yusheng clearly remembered that when Xiao Zhong fell in the ring, how many laughs seemed to have been waiting for a long time and finally broke out, and how many mockery seemed to be gloating.

Xiao Yusheng stood under the ring, but he still seemed to clearly feel countless disdainful or disdainful, even sympathetic, or pitiful eyes looking at him.

At that moment, the little heart was already trembling slightly, and the resentment was already buried deeply!

Although he was young and ignorant, he clenched his fists tightly.

And the man in the ancestral hall has also looked like him from being thirty years old to now in his last years.

The young man took a breath, no matter how difficult the road ahead was, he would not retreat, because there was still an old man waiting for his return in the ancestral hall, and there was still the flame that had already ignited in his heart!