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"Alas......"

"Blew up again......"

Zhang Xiaobai smiled bitterly, holding a cracked Dan furnace in his hand, which was already the eighth Dan furnace he had blown up in more than three months. "Alas, probably because I have no talent...... with my often unfavorable understanding, there is no bonus effect in the alchemy, but because I have too many ideas, I always refuse to come step by step, and finally I have suffered a lot.

"Alas......" Zhang Xiaobai threw himself on the ground, thinking if there was any other way to make money. He alchemy is just to make money, but he didn't expect that not only did he not make money, but he posted a lot, even the simplest Qi Condensing Pill was only ten furnaces at most, but alchemy apprentices can generally refine three furnaces, not to mention that he also found the senior brother in charge to open a small stove.

It's also bitter to say, with Zhang Xiaobai's current situation, the strength of going out hunting alone is still almost good, and he can't find anyone to form a team, and there will generally be fixed team members, and he will not increase the number of team members as a last resort. I wanted to use my identity as the peak master to help others cash out some high-end items, but no one believed me, and I was almost deceived. Poor Zhang Xiaobai, except for a storage bag and a five-bamboo sword, he didn't even have a magic weapon on his body.

"Alas......" sighed again, and his eyes swept over the timetable.

"Damn! It's this hour! It's going to be bad! It's going to be bad! It's going to be late! It's late......" Zhang Xiaobai jumped three feet high, put on the peak master uniform with all his hands and feet, and jumped out of the door while putting on his shoes. "To die, to die, to forget the hour......"

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A cloud of smoke and rain goes, pedestrians break their souls, and point to Xinghua Village.

Tea rain festival, originated from the secular spring ancestor worship activities, that is, the Qingming Festival, on this day, the sky will be light rain, people drink spring tea, pay tribute to the ancestors of the past. The smoke and rain are misty, and the air exudes the fragrance of tea leaves, as if there is mist tea floating in the air. Therefore, it is also ordered to be a tea rain sacrifice.

The assembly place was on the flat ground east of the Seven Peaks under Dingxia, and when Zhang Xiaobai arrived in a hurry, the people had already arrived. He greeted the elders and teachers awkwardly all the way, and stood behind the peak masters.

"Bastard boy, so many people are waiting for you, and you dare to be late!" Du Ruoqing's beard curled up with anger.

"Little junior brother, you're wearing your clothes backwards. Mu Qiu pursed his lips and smiled.

"Huh...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Zhang Xiaobai changed his clothes with an embarrassed face.

The head of the sect, Chen knew that everyone had arrived, and said aloud to everyone in the Dingxia faction behind him: "Let's go." The voice was solemn and solemn, but it could clearly reach everyone's ears.

Everyone looked solemn, lined up in a neat line, and marched towards the east in a mighty manner.

The Dingxia faction believes that the current stable development of the sect is due to the shadow of the ancestors, and is more qualified than everyone else in the current world to see the daily sunrise and the daily hope. Therefore, the mausoleum was built with the east of Dingxia, and more than 10,000 people were sent under Dingxia, and it took two hours to walk to the mausoleum.

The tea rain sacrifice ancestor worship activities of the Dingxia faction are held for a period of fifteen years, that is, every time the sect is opened and the disciples are collected, they must raise a sect to worship their ancestors. Everyone except those who retreat must be present, and all those who have escaped under the pretext of verification will be severely punished. Even Zhang Xiaobai has to panic when he is late.

There are quite a lot of mausoleums of the Dingxia faction, there is a three-zhang high altar in front of the mausoleum group, after the mausoleums are cleaned up, they will return to this place to listen to the eulogy of the head of the house.

The head of the sect, Chen, knew that his steps were solemn, his expression was solemn, he was holding three sticks of incense to knock on the sky, and his clear voice spread all over the mausoleums of the Dingxia faction.

"Since the immortals petitioned the heavens 10,000 years ago to expel the rebellion of the hundred tribes. Our generation inscribes the ancestral teachings every day, when the Buddha is disrespectful, when the demon is killed, when I see the sinners, the reincarnation has been beheaded, and the death will not end......"

This is the preface to the title page of the "Monk's Codex", Zhang Xiaobai has already flipped through the "Monk's Codex" and found that this monk's Codex inherits the history of the cultivation world, and uses the codex of some monks to record the cause and result of the Xianfan War 10,000 years ago.

10,000 years ago, between heaven and earth, resources came first. The cultivation world adheres to the principle of natural selection, survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle, the collapse of the program, and all monks are sinful. Heaven is not heaven, earth is not earth, the king is not the king, the father is not the father, the teacher is not the teacher, and the son is not the son. The monks regard human life as a mustard, and they often lie in wait for hundreds of miles, and there is not a single living thing in a hundred. There are even people who are reincarnated in ten lifetimes, delusionally trying to replace heaven and earth. The world of monks is in jeopardy.

Finally, people of insight finally realized that the cultivation world was dying, and dozens of immortals united to petition the heavens to revise the rules and seek a glimmer of life for the cultivation world.

However, the first to attack was the Buddha, and the revision of the rules had the most serious impact on the way of reincarnation of the Buddha, and even broke the fundamental, and the Buddha cultivators would never allow it, and the Buddha and the Buddha took the lead in making trouble, setting off the prelude to the battle of the immortals.

Then, some of the evil monks who claimed to advocate the survival of the fittest announced that they had separated from the human race, proclaimed themselves demons, fed on people, and raised butcher knives against the human race. Since then, the scales of the Immortal War have tilted towards the rebels, and at this time, the Northern Clan, who had been supporting the Petition Alliance, suddenly broke the alliance and lost the alliance, assassinating seven immortals in one fell swoop, giving the Petition Alliance a fatal blow. Then, under the attack of the three parties, the human race and the demon race struggled to support, and they were in danger, and if they were not careful, they would die without a burial.

At the last moment, the Heavenly Dao responded to the petition of the immortals, changed the rules, reorganized the Ganglun, lowered the sin pattern, gave the name of the sinners of the Northern Tribe, beheaded the reincarnation of the monks, cut off the path of freedom of the immortals, and petitioned the immortals to drive away the rebellion.

At this point, the Xianfan War ended in a tragic victory for the human race. After the Great War, it took thousands of years for mortals to regain their vitality. After the rules were revised, the Middle Earth cultivation world was no longer prosperous and prosperous in the past. Of the thirty-nine petitioning immortals, only five remained! The petition alliance could only survive in the immortal realm. However, as long as the monks hold Middle-earth, they can continue to survive in the fairy realm.

"We will never forget the sacrifice of the Immortal Ancestors, we will never forget that the land under our feet is the flesh and blood of our ancestors, and we will never dare to forget the mustard butcher knives raised by the rebels......" The voice of the head Chen Zhi became more and more excited, faintly cracked and hoarse. In his voice, the tragedy of the year, the tragedy of heaven and earth, everyone is vivid, as if engraved in the heart, this life can not be forgotten!

"I hereby swear ......"

"I hereby swear ......"

"I hereby swear ......"

Under the leadership of the head Chen Zhi, more than 10,000 people resounded the oath of the clouds, which actually dispersed the heavy clouds that stretched for days, and the sunlight sprinkled on the mausoleum after the rain, like a fairyland. According to legend, there are immortals sleeping in the tomb under the Dingxia.

On the way back, everyone was speechless, and the heavy sense of history weighed on their chests, and people today can no longer imagine the hopeless situation of the monks of the past, but what they can do is to remember history and not repeat the mistakes of the past.

"Alas......"

Zhang Xiaobai sighed.

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