When Lin Chuyun woke up, he found himself in a speeding carriage.

Outside the window, the rivers and lakes are flying, and the remnants of the leaves fall with the wind, wantonly outlining a desolation.

Behind him, however, is the wreckage of Qingyang Town.

"I've run fifty miles!" said the man in front of him.

The other said in a terrified voice, "You can still see the demonic energy, the Demon Sect...... The Demon Cult has ......"

Lin Chuyun poked his head out of the car window and looked behind him, only to see black smoke billowing on the horizon in the distance.

Even after walking fifty miles, you can already see that the huge black smoke has completely engulfed the former Qingyang Town.

Among them, the tragic situation of people's deaths can't bear to recall, and those mournful cries are still in my ears.

The last elegy of life is so stinging.

Lin Chuyun lifted the curtain of the car, and there were two people sitting in front of the carriage, one on the left and one on the right, dressed in the same way. The man on the left hand was driving a chariot, his face was grim, but he was no more than thirty years old, and the one on the right hand was younger, about twenty years old, carrying a long sword, wrapped in green cloth. He was a little flustered, and the words with a trilling voice just now must have come from his mouth.

"You're awake!" the young one asked urgently, seeing him poking his head out.

The slightly older one also looked back at him and said, "Little brother, are you okay?"

Lin Chuyun was just about to speak, but he felt a wave of nausea in his chest, and his blood surged, and when the two saw this, they hurriedly stopped the car, Lin Chuyun rolled out of the car, and vomited. It wasn't until all the evil qi in his chest was spit out that he felt a little better, but he felt dizzy.

The young man with the long sword handed him a water bag, Lin Chuyun took two sips, and was helped into the carriage by the two.

The thirty-year-old knight still had a calm face and said in a low voice: "On this day, you have experienced too much, let's rest." ”

At this time, the sunset had gradually sunset, and the afterglow of the remnant sun fell on the Central Plains of the entire Shenwu Continent, and the black smoke in the distance was reflected in a touch of red, like blood.

The leaves are scorched and yellow, falling with the west wind.

The carriage traveled south for three days, and along the way, the three of them rarely spoke, and Lin Chuyun occasionally helped drive the carriage, although he was young, he seemed to know a little bit about everything.

"It's here. ”

Three days later, the carriage traveled to the foot of a mountain.

The mountain is not high, but it is a bit majestic, Lin Chuyun looked up and looked along the steps, a touch of mist swirled in the middle of the mountain, adding three points of immortal energy.

"This place is Lingyun Mountain. "One of them.

In the past three days of getting along, Lin Chuyun has already learned that these two are disciples of Lingyun Sect. Lingyunmen is a major sect in the rivers and lakes, with swordsmanship as the long, the door rules are strict, and the disciples in the door have a good reputation in the rivers and lakes, although the strength is not as good as the Taibai Sect and the Xuanqing Sect, but it is also a force that cannot be ignored in the rivers and lakes. After all, Qingyang Town is also a distribution center for rivers and lakes, and Lin Chuyun has already heard of these rumors and anecdotes.

It's a pity that Qingyang Town has been wiped out from the land of the Central Plains.

The carriage stopped next to a thatched hut at the foot of the mountain, which was the post house of Lingyunmen, and there were special people to receive the disciples of Lingyunmen who traveled and returned, as well as guests who visited Lingyun Mountain.

"Come up the hill with us!" said the duo.

Lin Chuyun followed the two of them up the steps, the mountain road was narrow and dangerous, the scenery of Lingyun Mountain was picturesque all the way, and the clouds seemed to rise under their feet.

The two Lingyun disciples were quite surprised, the Lingyun Mountain Road is not easy to walk, it is extremely challenging to test the strength of the feet, if it is not a person who practices martial arts, if there is instability under the feet, it is easy to lose balance, and the child behind him, although not as steady as the two of them, but also walks like a fly, for the first time to come to Lingyun Mountain, it is really commendable.

Halfway through the line, the eyes suddenly opened up. The road has also become wide and gentle, and there is a door sign not far away with three words written on it: Disciple Hall.

Walking through the door number, it is a courtyard on the mountainside, there is a large courtyard, the houses are built according to the mountain, scattered, at a glance, the tall house looking at the back of the mountain is the lobby, and the rest are mostly the residences of the disciples in the door.

There are sword practitioners, qi cultivators, and sweepers of fallen leaves in the courtyard. These disciples were all dressed up, just like these two, all in green cloth shirts, simple and arrogant.

The three of them passed through the entire disciple hall, the mountain road winded, and continued to the top of the mountain.

After a while, I saw a blue brick compound on the top of the mountain, rising in the shape of the mountain, solemn and solemn. The courtyard wall is high and deep, two tall stone lamps are displayed in front of the deep gate, an elm door is half open, there is a drum tower on the door, slightly majestic under the slanting sun, the three of them approached the compound, Lin Chuyun looked up and saw three red lacquer characters neatly written on the door: Lingyun Gate.

The lines are vigorous, as if they have been weathered.

Lingyun Gate, after all, has been standing for a hundred years.

Passing through the door, the gatekeeper nodded to the trio. This courtyard is not big, there are only a few pine trees in the courtyard, the front is the Lingyun Palace, the lobby on both sides echoes with the main hall, and the pattern is quite compact. Although it is more majestic than most of the buildings in Qingyang Town, it does not reveal the atmosphere of a large sect of rivers and lakes.

Entering the main hall, I saw that there was an old Taishi chair in front of the main hall, and there were also two wooden chairs on both sides, but it was smaller than the Taishi chair, and there was a little less solemnity.

Some people came in the hall one after another, all of them were led by the disciples of Lingyun Sect and some children the same size as Lin Chuyun, all of them looked poor.

However, after half a pillar of incense, an old man came from the side of the hall and stood in the center, and two old men came from the side and stood on both sides.

The major disciples of Lingyun Sect all bowed down: "See the master, see the uncle!"

When dozens of children saw this scene, they couldn't help but kneel down and bow down.

"Get up!" The head of the Lingyun Sect, who was standing in the middle, sat on the Taishi chair in the middle and said: "Recently, the Demon Sect has attacked the hinterland of the Central Plains on a large scale, and my Lingyun Sect has also sent disciples to fight in various ways, but I didn't expect the Demon Sect to be so powerful that it would bloom everywhere in the Central Plains. ”

"Report to the master, the Demon Sect Leader has already ......" The slightly older Lingyun Sect said: "The Heavenly Demon Mixed Yuan Gong that has been practiced, Qingyang Town, has been destroyed!"

"Huh?" everyone exclaimed.

The old man on the left side of the head opened his mouth and asked, "Chang Feng, what do you mean that Qingyang Town has been destroyed?"

"The entire Qingyang Town has been blown up into white ground by the Demon Sect, and almost no one has survived. "That's called Chang Feng's doorman.

Everyone's faces changed, and their faces were as if they were ashes.

The head said with a solemn face: "Let's discuss countermeasures in the evening, this time when you go out, you take in some children from poor families?"

All the disciples said yes.

The head nodded and said: "Well, my Lingyunmen has always been helping the poor, these children are good to live and settle down, if there are people who want to enter my Lingyunmen, arrange them one by one." ”

With that, the head got up and left.

"Congratulations to the master!"

The old man on the left got up and said, "Children, if any of you want to go home, have a full meal in the disciple's hall today, and we will send you on your way tomorrow, and if you want to enter my Lingyun Sect, you must abide by the door rules." ”

These children are all poor and miserable, their families have changed, their parents are either starving to death, or they are killed by evil demons, where is there a home, so everyone knelt down and kowtowed, willing to stay in Lingyunmen as a disciple, Lin Chuyun was naturally willing to stay, not to mention that Lingyunmen is a well-known faction in the rivers and lakes, and at this moment Qingyang Town has been wiped out, where can he go, stay in Lingyun Mountain, so that he can have something to eat.

"Okay, everyone is willing to be a disciple of Lingyunmen, and it is also my luck to Lingyunmen. The old man continued: "I am the deacon of Lingyunmen, He Santong, this is the head of Lingyunmen, Fu Kun, you should be called Uncle Fu." ”

It's the old man on the right.

Lin Chuyun and the other little disciples all bowed and said, "Uncle He!

The two nodded, and He Santong continued: "In a while, your senior brother Zhao Changfeng will lead you to the entrance ceremony." After entering my Lingyun Gate, when starting from the lowest disciple under the mountain, each person will receive one and a half acres of land to cultivate, and those who plant well will be rewarded, of course, someone will teach you to learn Lingyun swordsmanship, I hope you can work diligently and practice hard, Lingyunmen has an annual disciple martial arts test conference, and those who have a good harvest and outstanding martial arts can be qualified to enter the disciple hall and study more advanced Lingyunmen exercises. ”

All the junior disciples nodded yes.

The deacon elder explained in detail the rules and precepts of Lingyun Gate, which is nothing more than not to drink and fight, not to rape ** women, not to bully the weak and kill innocents, etc., Lin Chuyun and the others wrote them down one by one.

After that, Senior Brother Zhao Changfeng led a group of junior disciples to perform the entrance salute to the Ancestral Master Divine Sword in the Lingyun Hall, and everyone swore an oath:

"From today onwards, the disciple voluntarily enters my Lingyun Gate, for the good and the evil, the sword spirit lasts forever, the disciple will never steal, will not be lewd, will not be drunk, will not bully the weak, and will not kill innocent people indiscriminately;

After the ceremony, Lin Chuyun raised his head and saw that in the depths of the main hall, on the high wall, there was a sword, a sword with black hair and purple hair.

That night, all of their young disciples were arranged to stay in the disciple hall. Lin Chuyun knew that early the next morning, he was going to farm, although it was different from the process he imagined to join the Jianghu sect and start learning martial arts, but it was finally a destination.

It's just that the fear of the destruction of Qingyang Town rose again in this darkness.

And now this boxy hut is like a barrier, which makes him feel a little relieved.

It's night, see Qingyang Town in my dream.