The moon is dark, the wind is high, the mountain wind is bleak, and it is an ominous night when dark clouds cover the moon. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

After a day's work in a small mountain village, the houses in the village are not closed at night, and the villagers gradually fall asleep, still looking forward to a good harvest this year.

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound, dozens of rainbows of light fell from the sky, and dozens of figures appeared, which were actually people who cultivated immortals. But why did these immortal cultivators appear in this ordinary mountain village?

The person who landed was dressed in black, covered with a face scarf, and saw the first person, whispering to the left and right for a while, and the followers scattered and separated, and after a while, the dogs in the village barked and shouted, and the fire was everywhere.

After a while, following the reward, the leader hesitated, and he was sure that what he was looking for was fruitless. He paused, put his fingers together, and gave an instruction.

A gray-clothed man behind him, seeing this gesture, stood forward and waited to speak, but the first person did not wait for him to speak, so he whispered: "Chop the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and grows again." Do you remember 80 years ago?"

The man stagnated, but retreated and stopped talking, but bowed his head and kept chanting, but he did not know what to say.

Bloody and disgusting, the village became a hell on earth. This group of cultivators actually attacked a village of unarmed secular people.

Outside the village, a young couple with a baby in their arms was returning from a night visit to their relatives, and saw the fire in the village from afar, and their relatives were in the village, and they were very anxious.

The husband was attentive and said to his wife: "There is something in the village, you stay here with the children, I will go and see and go back." ”

The young wife nodded, but she was anxious, put the child into the cradle in her hand, patted the sleeping child gently, and said, "Good child, mother will go to find Daddy, and I will go back immediately, you wait here." ”

Soon after the young wife turned around and ran into the village, there was a loud noise in the village, and I don't know what kind of immortal magic was used, and the ground sank, and the whole village actually sank into the ground.

The ground around the village shook and even the river outside the village was affected, and the river collapsed, and the river rushed up, and the cradle placed by the river was washed away.

Seeing that the cradle was about to be swept into the river, a black shadow suddenly flashed above the river, and grabbed it with one hand. A boy in the cradle was looking at the man with round eyes, not crying or making trouble.

This person is the gray-clothed man who entered the village to cultivate immortals, he reached into the basket and pulled the thin quilt covering the child's body, but saw a jade plate with the word Luo on the child's neck, which should be the child's surname.

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound behind him, and the man was stunned for a moment, but he let go of his hand before the person behind him appeared.

The cradle was swept away by the river in an instant, and the boy in the cradle cried loudly, but he was swept farther and farther away by the river.

The man in gray looked at the boy who was swept away by the river, and ignored the person who appeared behind him, but he chanted in his mouth, and what he held in his hand was a string of Buddhist beads.

Time seems to stand still in the Tiantian Mountain, the tree is still the same tree, the rock is still the same rock, the difference is only the human face that comes and goes once in a while.

"Xiao Sang, help the master hand over the broom. On the blue and white stone path leading to the Ning Si Pavilion in the back mountain of Zhuan Tian Peak, an old man with a beard beckoned to a child who was about eight or nine years old behind.

"Yes, master. With a childish child's voice, the little boy who was called Xiao Sang carried a broom twice his height and trotted up from behind.

"Slow down, be careful of falling. The old man's eyes were obviously loving, but he sighed in his heart. The old man has a high rank in the Chaos Heaven Mountain, but his status is not high, and it can even be said that he is low, because he is only a person in charge of the Chaos Heaven Peak dining room, to put it bluntly, he is a cook, responsible for the diet of the entire Heaven Peak disciples.

Although the Heaven Sect is a sect of cultivating immortals, it still can't get rid of the mundane of the world, and it needs grains to supplement its physical strength, but the biggest difference is that the higher the level of immortal cultivators, the less they need food, and they can even skip eating or drinking. It is rumored that every time the patriarch of the Kai sect practiced in retreat, he did not enter the water for several years, which can be seen in general.

Let's ask what the status of a chef can be in a great sect of cultivating immortals?

Stepping into the realm of cultivating immortals, everyone wants to concentrate on cultivation and get a glimpse of the way to ascend to godhood. It's not that the old man is willing to stay in the kitchen, it's just that after he broke through the upper realm of the first layer of the Xuantian Realm of the Chaos Heaven Qi Technique, he has cultivated for decades, and it is difficult to look at the lintel of the second floor.

There are many disciples in Zhutian since ancient times, and in addition to the necessary guidance of the master, the cultivation is completely personal, and there are many people who are difficult to break through to the second layer of the Xuantian Realm. And this old man belongs to this kind of person.

"Alas!" Looking at the young boy's happy figure, the old man sighed heavily.

This little apprentice was picked up by the river in a mulberry forest when the old man went down the mountain to visit his worldly relatives. The old man was moved by compassion, thinking that his cultivation in this life was hopeless, so it was better to accept an apprentice, so that he could pin his hopes on him, hoping that he could succeed in cultivation, not hoping that he would have a high level of achievement, that is, he could be stronger than himself, so that he would no longer be despised by other disciples.

At that time, I saw that there was nothing on his body to prove his background, but he saw a "Luo" character on his neck, and because he picked it up next to the mulberry forest, he was named Luo Xiaosang.

After accepting this apprentice, the apprentice was loyal and honest, and knew how to respect the teacher, which the old man was very satisfied with, but when he taught him the cultivation method of the Heavenly Qi Technique, this apprentice's performance was much beyond his expectations, not only did he remember slowly, but in terms of epiphany, he was not as good as when he cultivated before.

The old man made the new Liantang senior brother, who specializes in training new disciples, diagnose it, and almost fainted, this well-behaved little disciple belongs to the Wuqi person with the worst qualifications, and throughout his life, it is a great luck to be able to break through the first layer of the Xuantian Realm.

Just as Buddhism pays attention to the Buddha's fate, the practice of the Chaos Heaven Qi Technique is a person's Qi root, Qi is the root of all things in the world, from tall birds and beasts to cockroaches and ants, all have their own Qi doors.

Qi originates from the body, grows in the heart, and becomes on the surface. Although they are scattered and gathered, they will be able to break through their own limitations and turn things around.

And a disciple with such qualifications as Xiao Tong has also appeared in the history of thousands of years, but he didn't expect such a low probability to let himself run into it, this luck is really ......

The old man tried a few times without giving up, and finally despaired, fortunately he is also an open-minded person, and the heart of fighting with others is not strong, as he grows older, he can see it, although it is a pity, but he can keep a little disciple to follow him, and it is also good to pour tea and water for himself when he is old.

Watching the little boy happily deal with the fallen leaves on the stone path, the old man smiled. There is nothing in the world, and mediocrity disturbs itself. Let's settle that later.

"Master, I'm done. The boy wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, ran over and smiled at the old man.

"Then let's go back. The old man smiled and took the broom, took the little boy's hand, and was about to turn away, when suddenly there was a throbbing in his body for no reason, and the Heavenly Spirit Qi in his body rolled and fluctuated, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the way down the mountain.

"This feeling was only found when I was young, and the aura of the current generation of leaders was not so strong, who could it be?"

At the other end of the road, there were two figures, one large and one small, the big one was dressed in gray, such a strong Qi Men came from her body, and the small one was dressed in snow-white clothes, and the little hand was being led, slowly walking towards this side.

"It turned out to be her, no wonder Qimen is so strong. The old man finally knew who it was, so he immediately pulled the boy to the side, bowed his head and saluted respectfully.

"Meet Senior Sister Liu. When the two of them almost came to the front, the old man saluted respectfully.

This person is Liu Chenya, the current generation of the Pavilion of Meditation, who entered the previous generation of the head of the house earlier than the head Yang Wentian, and his qualifications are so high that he is not as good as the current head of the house, and it is rumored that his Chaos Tianqi technique has broken through to the seventh layer of the Xuantian Realm, if it is not for his daughter, the position of the head must be her.

After the death of the previous pavilion master, he was ordered by the previous head to take over the meditation pavilion. In addition to the succession ceremony of the current head of the sect and an inexplicable reason that once appeared in the memories of the disciples of Chaotian, she and the Contemplation Pavilion were mysterious symbols in the eyes of the disciples of Chaotian.

The old man was able to recognize her precisely because he had seen her from afar at the succession ceremony of the current head of the family, and she was also dressed in gray at that time. The appearance was not clear at the time, but the person who could appear here would not be anyone else except her.

"Hmm!" a soft voice was already an answer.

The child will not be like the old man, who only cares about bowing his head in his heart. Curiosity is shared by everyone, let alone children. While the two of them walked by, Xiao Tong raised his head slightly.

Oh, it turns out that this person who makes his master respect so much looks quite kind, just like the female uncles who came to the kitchen to eat at the bottom of the mountain, but he is much better-looking, and ......

Just when the little boy looked up and peeked at it, afraid of being punished by the master, and wanted to lower his head again, he found that there was a pair of bright eyes, looking at him from the slightly deflected head, so the little boy was bold to look at these bright eyes again. Unexpectedly, after a glance, the child's eyes refused to turn away.

In the past and present lives, countless calamities can only be exchanged for such a glance.

This is a pair of eyes like the stars last night, reflecting Saixue's skin, even more deep and difficult, black willow hair, small red lips slightly upturned, the whole red fluttering little face is as bright as pink carved jade.

Xiao Tong's heart trembled slightly, and he felt that if she asked him to play with all the treasures he had collected on the mountain for the past two years, he would definitely take them out immediately.

Just when the little boy was surprised how she could have such a strange idea, the girl withdrew her gaze and continued to walk forward without squinting.

Xiao Tong was a little strange, why did these two people have no expression on their faces at all? The female teachers and uncles under the mountain all smiled and said that they were good when they saw that they were helping them pack food. I remember last month when I lost the flute that Master gave me, and my expression was the same as theirs.

"Xiao Sang, let's go!" Just when Xiao Tong was thinking about it, he realized that the master was talking to him, and when he came back to his senses again, the two of them were gone.

"Master, who are those two, and why don't they speak?" asked the boy strangely, picking up the broom.

"They're different from us, and when you see them in the future, you'll have to be respectful to them, you know? The old man interrupted the boy's thought of asking again, and led him down the mountain.

"What's different?" asked the boy.

The old man froze slightly, and didn't know how to answer for a while. After a while, he had to say, "They can practice and fly in the sky, but we can't." I hope that this description can be understood by the child.

"Why can't we? Master, I also have to practice and fly in the sky. The boy pointed to the blue sky above his head and continued.

The old man sighed slightly, looked back at the blue and white stone road leading to the top of the mountain behind him, and the speckled sunlight reflected on the ground, and there was no trace of it, leaving only the shadows of the trees and the breeze blowing across the ground.