At this time, Tao Shu laughed loudly, walked over and patted Situ Moyuan's shoulder, and said: "You are already very wise, your master and I have never even heard of the word Heavenly Dao when we were your age, how can it be like you dare to ask what Heavenly Dao is at a young age." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Being praised so much by Tao Shu, Situ Moyuan was a little embarrassed.

The master and apprentice were exchanging knowledge, but Xiang'er, who was sitting next to Situ Moyuan, was silent.

Xiang'er's name is Ye Ningxiang, and she has been silent for thousands of years since she knew that her mother had turned into a sword body. She never smiled again.

Zhihua is a soft-hearted woman with a kind character. She looked at Xiao Xiang'er, who had been silent all the time, and her eyes were red. I couldn't help but sigh.

"This child has a great chance with Yuan'er, what should we do with her?" Zhihua asked.

Fuqin said: "The Moling Mansion is completed today, and this child also has a great fate with us. Just take her under your door. ”

Zhihua said in surprise when he heard this: "It's better to let my sister take her as an apprentice." ”

"That's fine. Fuqin nodded and said.

In this way, Ye Ningxiang became a disciple of Moling Mansion, and she was also Situ Moyuan's first junior sister.

Situ Moyuan is fifteen years old this year, just ten years older than Ye Ningxiang.

At this time, Situ Moyuan took Xiang'er's little hand and comforted him softly: "Don't be sad, if you miss your mother, just look at Long Yuan Sword." If you want to see your mother again. I worked hard to practice with the master of Zhihua. When the time comes, you will be able to see your mother again in a thousand years. ”

Ye Ningxiang raised her head and looked at Situ Moyuan, blinked and nodded heavily, but she never spoke.

Perhaps, the young Xiang'er has been filled with sudden sadness at this time!

The Moling Mansion was built in a remote area of Beiqiu, and it did not accept a wide range of disciples as soon as other sects were established.

In the entire Moling Mansion, there are only four masters of 'Qin', 'Chess', 'Calligraphy' and 'Painting', and two apprentices, Situ Moyuan and Ye Ningxiang, plus a strange bird Xiaofang who has disappeared all day.

Originally, Situ Moyuan had been living with the four masters in an unnamed valley thousands of miles away. A month ago, the four masters suddenly wanted to test Situ Moyuan, and let him take the 'Four Treasures' to Beiqiu City alone, thousands of miles away.

Now Situ Moyuan has found four masters, and he has also lived in the newly built Moling Mansion.

He grew up living in the valley and did not see many prosperous scenes in the world.

The heavy snow that lasted for several days finally cleared. The entire city of Bukgu has also been restored to its former prosperity.

Today, Situ Moyuan was ordered by his master to go to the Xutong Mountain, five miles west of Beiqiu City, to mine gold.

Although the Void Copper Mountain is not very large. But it is rich in resources. The most abundant resource in the mountain is gold.

According to the villagers who live near Xutong Mountain, it seems that gold can grow on this mountain. Because more than ten generations have been digging here, but the gold is still only increasing.

However, digging for gold is not an easy task in this mountain, which is not only home to many wild beasts, but is also said to be home to the spirit of guarding the mountain and some spirited monsters.

There are also legends of money-hungry people who go up the mountain to dig for gold and are captured by demons, so despite knowing that the mountain is full of wealth, few people still come here.

At this time, Situ Moyuan was carrying a big axe and was climbing towards the Void Copper Mountain alone, because he had lived in the mountains and forests since he was a child, and climbing the mountain was like a daily routine for him, and there was no difficulty.

"Whew~"

Situ Moyuan climbed to the top of the mountain, took a light breath, and walked cautiously towards the front.

After passing through a small forest, he found a lot of ore, and Situ Moyuan found a gold mine.

Looking at the various ores in front of him, Situ Moyuan directly raised his axe and chiseled it.

However, when he struck the first axe down, the whole mountain shook and the earth hummed, and there was a sound like thunder, which frightened him from acting rashly.

After the astonishing voice disappeared, Situ Moyuan exhaled slowly and said to himself, "Strange, is there really a goblin here?"

He was a little hesitant at this time, in a dilemma, should he retreat from the battle or continue to complete the task assigned by the master?

Just as he hesitated, he suddenly felt weakness all over his body, and finally collapsed to the ground and passed out.

In a daze, it seems to be dreaming and it seems to be a reality.

The gentle sound of the piano echoed in his ears, Situ Moyuan stood up and followed the sound of the piano, and found that the surrounding environment had changed.

It's not a mountain, it's a clear stream. By the river, two old men with indistinct faces were playing chess, sometimes smiling and talking, sometimes arguing because they had made the wrong move.

Situ Moyuan walked past the two chess players. But the two old men suddenly disappeared.

Situ Moyuan kept walking in the direction of Qin Yin without looking back. I didn't notice the mysterious changes behind me.

Walking and walking. He saw another idler, writing something with a brush. But Situ Moyuan didn't care about this, and still followed the sound of the piano.

After walking for a long time, I still didn't find the source of the sound of the piano, but I saw a woman in white painting carefully.

At this moment, Situ Moyuan also felt a trace of weirdness. So he came to the woman.

The woman was still looking down and painting, she seemed to feel Situ Moyuan's arrival, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Ink is like an abyss, but there is an end?"

Situ Moyuan was stunned when he heard this. This sentence shocked him very much. Because on the day he was adopted by the four masters when he was a child, Fuqin gave him the name Situ Moyuan, and what Fuqin said at that time was exactly the same as what the painting woman said, not half a word.

"Who are you?" Situ Moyuan tentatively took a small step forward and asked cautiously.

The woman still didn't look up, but she smiled and said, "Endless ink abyss, but no ink fragrance." ”

After saying this, the woman's figure disappeared mysteriously.

Situ Moyuan showed a puzzled gaze, and picked up the picture scroll that the woman had just painted with curiosity. When he saw the person in the painting, he couldn't help but exclaim, the person in the painting was none other than him. Exactly himself!

To his exclamation, he was covered in blood. And there is a mysterious shadow behind it.

Seeing this painting, Situ Moyuan felt like he had a pair of mysterious eyes staring at him behind him, which made his hair stand on end.

He threw away the scroll with a trembling arm, turned around suddenly, and found a pair of blood-red pupils looking at him, but it was silent, and the dead silence was suffocating.

"Ah!!h

Situ Moyuan shouted, suddenly opened his eyes, and was already in a cold sweat at this time. He picked up the axe beside him and stood up, looked at the surrounding scenery, and found that he was still standing on top of the Void Copper Mountain, and secretly exclaimed that it had just had a strange dream.

Situ Moyuan wiped the cold sweat on his head, raised his axe and smashed the ore indiscriminately, but this time there was no thunderous sound on the mountain.

After collecting some masterpieces, he hurriedly left the Void Copper Mountain, because it was too strange here.

When the villagers near the bottom of the mountain saw Situ Moyuan running out of the mountain safely, these villagers all showed frightened and puzzled eyes. Because for decades, no one has been able to come back safely after going up the mountain.

Situ Moyuan trotted all the way to the village near Xutong Mountain, and the dream on the mountain frightened him not to linger for a moment, although it was a dream, it felt like a real encounter, which made him feel a kind of confusion.

"Ink is like an abyss, but there is an end?"

"Endless ink, but no ink. ”

Situ Moyuan kept thinking about these two sentences in his heart, the first sentence was said when Fuqin took him in, and it was also the name given to him because of this, and it was not surprising to dream of this sentence. But the second sentence Situ Moyuan had never heard anyone say it, but how could he dream of such strange words in his dreams?

Thinking carefully about the scenery in the dream, the strange sound of the piano, the hazy stream, the old man playing chess whose face could not be seen clearly, the idler who picked up the pen and wrote, and the woman who bowed her head and painted at the end.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was full of weirdness, and after careful reflection, he suddenly found a coincidence in his heart: the scene encountered in this dream was related to qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, although he couldn't see the appearance of the chess player, the idler and the painting woman, but their posture and body shape were extremely similar to his four masters!

Thinking of this, Situ Moyuan became even more panicked.

"Brother Mo Yuan!"

Just as Situ Moyuan was thinking, a panting Xiang'er suddenly ran over from a distance and shouted her name.

At this moment, Ye Ningxiang's small body was hung with the four treasures of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she was still holding the Longyuan sword in her arms.

Her little face was stained with tears, and she showed a look of shock, and when she saw Situ Moyuan, she rushed over as if she had seen a long-lost relative.

Looking at Xiao Xiang'er, who was stumbling over, Situ Moyuan walked over and hugged her, and asked suspiciously, "Why did you run out by yourself?"

At the same time as Situ Moyuan asked, he also took the four treasures from Xiang'er's body.

"The master is dead, and all four masters are dead! It's so miserable, so miserable, Xiang'er is so scared...... The master asked me to come out to you. I've finally found it, and I'm ......."

Xiang'er was stammering. suddenly fainted in Situ Moyuan's arms.

"The master is dead?

Situ Moyuan hung the four treasures on his body. Holding the Seven-Star Dragon Yuan Sword, he slowly walked forward step by step holding the unconscious Xiang'er. He was going back to Beiqiu, and he was going to see his master.

At that moment, a cry suddenly came from the air. It turned out that the strange bird Xiaofang flew from the sky and came with a letter in his mouth.

Situ Moyuan opened the letter, only to see a short sentence written on it: Don't come back, it's dangerous! Escape from Beiqiu with Xiang'er, don't talk to the gray-faced man!

The short sentence is written crookedly, and you can see the tense scene at that time. Even if the handwriting is not neat. But Situ Moyuan could still see that this was the handwriting of the third master's Taoshu.

The sudden bad news was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and it hit the sad and helpless teenager at this time.

There are only a dozen families living in this small village called Mo Village, and because it is close to the strange Void Copper Mountain, few people come.

Situ Moyuan temporarily lived in an empty house under the guidance of well-wishers in the village.

There are many empty houses in the village, the earliest of which were owned by people who left decades ago, and the oldest ones are those left hundreds of years ago.

The owners of these empty houses did not come back because they had gone up to the Void Copper Mountain.

The empty house had been cleaned by Situ Moyuan, Ye Ningxiang was lying unconscious on the bed, Situ Moyuan looked at Xiang'er's red little face and knew that she had a fever.

But there are no people in the village who know how to heal, and out of the village is Beiqiu City. The master warned him not to go back when he was dying, and Situ Moyuan was very embarrassed now. He was also very anxious, and he didn't have any money on him, so even if he found a doctor, he wouldn't have the money to see a doctor and buy medicine.

Just when Situ Moyuan was anxious and powerless, the Long Yuan Sword actually emitted a faint light and buzzed.

Situ Moyuan picked up the Longyuan Sword, and vaguely heard someone talking inside the sword. Listening to the voice in the sword, it was Ye Ningxiang's mother.

"Child, I'll teach you a mental method to channel true qi. I will inject my true qi into your body through the sword, and you will infuse the true qi into Xiang'er's body, so that her illness will be cured. ”

Situ Moyuan took the sword and asked in surprise, "Auntie, have you woken up so soon?"

"It's your four masters who have awakened me, I'll teach you the mental method of channeling your true qi first, and I'll tell you about the previous things later. ”

Situ Moyuan nodded, and listened carefully to the mental method passed on by the sword spirit.

In about half an hour, Situ Moyuan wrote down his mental method, although he had never learned immortal art with the four masters, but he had a strong memory, and he would never forget anything he saw.

He silently recited the mental method, drawing out the true qi emitted by the sword spirit in the Longyuan Sword, and then slowly transferred it into Ye Ningxiang's body.

Xiang'er's red little face gradually returned to its normal color, her breathing became stable, and she was sleeping soundly at the moment, and the little girl was tired all the way from Beiqiu City to this village.

At this time, Situ Moyuan was listening to the sword spirit tell about what happened to the four masters.

There are three types of strange people in the world, namely martial cultivators, martial cultivators and literary cultivators.

Among them, martial cultivators are the most extensive, they have a strong physique, possess all kinds of martial arts, and are often called 'masters'; martial cultivators are the rarest, this kind of strange people usually practice all kinds of mysterious magic, or cultivate into a physique like a god and a demon, or borrow the power of heaven and earth for their own use, although this kind of person is not a real immortal, but also called 'immortals'; and the literary cultivator is the most special, although this kind of person is full of wealth and exports, but is not an ordinary literati scholar. They have a wide range of knowledge and ethics, and even some secrets that few people know about, but few people pay attention to them.

Situ Moyuan's four masters were the cultivators.

The cultivators are extremely low-key, and have always had few enemies. However, Situ Moyuan's four masters were tragically killed by the mysterious gray-faced man, and they were still chasing and killing Situ Moyuan, an outcast.

"At that time, your four masters cast a forbidden spell at a critical moment to break the seal of the Seven Star Dragon Yuan and wake me up. That's why I was able to escape with Xiang'er, but it's a pity that your four masters died too miserably. Even though I have lived for thousands of years, I have never seen anyone as ferocious as those gray-faced people. ”

The sword spirit finished telling what happened. Situ Moyuan's face was cloudy. I have mixed feelings in my heart. Sad, angry, and confused.

He didn't know why the Greyface wanted to hurt his master. Why do you want to kill them all, and don't even let go of yourself. He even felt that the four masters had already known about this before, so he left for Xutong Mountain and had a strange dream.

"No matter how strong the enemy is, I must take revenge, I must not let the masters die in vain, I will solve all the mysteries!"

Situ Moyuan secretly swore in his heart that his mind had been decided.

"Warlocks have no way, and warriors have no virtue. Pity the world, the heroes must not die well. Humiliated!"

"Who? who's talking!"

Situ Moyuan's mind was dizzy, and he walked out of the dilapidated house and came to the small courtyard with barren grass.

At night, the whole village is particularly quiet.

Situ Moyuan looked around, showing a puzzled expression, and said to himself, "Could it be that I heard it wrong? ”

"Boy, don't look for it. I'm in your body. ”

The old man's voice echoed in Situ Moyuan's ears, and this time he heard it really clearly.

Situ Moyuan was amazed, and sat on the steps in front of the door against the door, wondering, "Who are you, why do you want to be attached to my body?"

"I am the night that knows no bounds. It is also the thousands of stars in this dark night. You need not be afraid, I have no ill will towards you. I'm here this time. It is to tell you not to lose your mind at any time. You're about to embark on a run-away journey, and you're hunted down by the mysterious Greyface. ”

Situ Moyuan was puzzled: "Why did the gray-faced man want to destroy my master and slaughter me?"

"Oh, why? Just look at what you're looking at......"

The old man's voice stopped abruptly, and it seemed that there was still something unfinished.

Situ Moyuan raised his head and looked forward, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

This is not a quiet courtyard at night, but a land baked under the scorching sun, with smoke rising from the ground and a disgusting smell of blood in the air.

Situ Moyuan walked forward, climbed over a mountain col, and saw a scene of corpses all over the field!

The crows crowed, the clouds were everywhere, the corpses were covered with mountains, and the evil wind was howling.

Situ Moyuan stood here alone, feeling the desolation and bloodiness of this world. He cautiously walked towards the corpses, and found that the clothes worn by the corpses all had the same mark, and their clothes were marked with the word 'ink'.

"Ink is like an abyss, but there is an end. Endless ink abyss, but no ink fragrance. ”

Situ Moyuan recalled the last strange dream he had in the Void Copper Mountain, and the words that the woman in the dream said. Now that he saw these scenes in front of him, he knew that this sentence was talking about these people with the word 'ink' on their clothes.

Looking at the boundless corpses, it is like an abyss of terror with no end in sight. These people's clothes are marked with the word 'ink', but there is no ink fragrance of the scholarly family, only the suffocating smell of rancid blood!

Looking at the endless corpses, Situ Moyuan felt a deep sense of hatred in his heart. He pitied these dead people, and slaughtered these murderers even harder!

But now he is powerless, so he can only close his eyes helplessly.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was lying on the table, and Ye Ningxiang was also sleeping soundly on the small bed next to him. It turned out that everything that happened to Fang just now was just a nightmare.

On the Void Copper Mountain, Ning Zhe stood proudly here, looking at the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in front of him, revealing a mysterious smile.

He pondered for a while, and then said to himself: "It turns out that this young man is Situ Moyuan, perhaps, that Yunmo thousands of years ago has a complicated relationship with him. This son is extraordinary, and he is the one who is destined by heaven!"

With that, turn around and leave this world.

In fact, Ning Zhe wandered through the heavens and all worlds because he had never found a single person, who was the poison god!

Therefore, he will continue to search until he finds the poison god and destroys it.

Step through the sky and come to one world after another. This time, he's in a whole new world.

It's a world where online writers are respected.

February 24, 2016, 9 a.m.

At home, Yang Yang sat in front of the computer, thinking that he could become a famous and wealthy Internet writer like Ergen and Tang Sanshao.

Looking at the millions or even tens of millions of click-through works created by these god-level writers on the website, Yang Yang was extremely greedy, and his envy was about to drool.

But envy is envy, the last time he completed the task in Qinglan's peerless novel world, he got some luck points, and he exchanged all the luck points for cash, which was also a reward of millions. Although he got the money, he still felt that there was a big gap between himself and these veritable great god writers, and the feeling was different, and it always felt like a dream.

Suddenly with so much money, Yang Yang deceived his parents and said that he got the manuscript fee for writing the novel, and now his parents have begun to support him in writing, after all, no one will have trouble with money.

Just as Yang Yang was thinking about these things, a pop-up window suddenly popped up on the computer screen.

Looking at the pop-up window on the screen, it reads, "The Great God Chinese is registering for the essay contest on the Net......

This pop-up window pops up by the space-time instrument software, which can not only enable Yang Yang to enter the world of novels, but also connect to the network of the future world, from which to connect to the website of the future world.

Yang Yang clicked on the title on the pop-up window and entered a web page.

The background of the web page is a bloody red, which looks a little scary, and only six words are written on it: Are you ready?

Underneath these six words there is a YS/NO button.

Preparing the yarn, Yang Yang didn't understand what the background picture meant. So he clicked.

When you click this button, the background of the page goes blank. Then a few words slowly floated out of the screen: Congratulations, qualified coward, you have been selected by Yizhai, the teleportation channel will take five seconds, and the countdown will begin, five, four, three, two, one.