The night is like ink, and the endless mountains resemble a huge wall.

There is a small village in the middle of the mountains.

"Little bowl, it's time to get up and eat. A soft voice sounded, and a middle-aged woman dressed in burlap clothes was serving a bowl of thin rice porridge in front of the cauldron and shouting to the inner room.

A sturdy young man in the inner room lifted the somewhat moldy and tattered quilt and looked around vigilantly, and after finding that the walls were made of loess all around, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's been ten years!"

He had a nightmare again, it was still the dream of the tragic military solution after being besieged, there were magic weapons in the dream, there were immortals flying around, and there was a nameless immortal decision that set off a bloody storm.

Now, ten years later, he was about to forget what he had dreamed of.

Looking around the empty inner room with only a broken bed, it is obvious that the family is not in a good family, and sure enough, the reincarnation of Bingjie has a big flaw, and he can't choose his background and physical qualifications, and this environment is not a little worse, otherwise he would not have missed the best cultivation age and stayed in the mountain nest.

After the reincarnation of Bingjie, his parents were ordinary farmers in Zhangjiaao Village, and he also had a sister named Zhang Ying, although he was not rich, he treated him very well, and his life was very hard, but the family of four was happy.

Because he was a son, when he was born, his father used a piece of bacon to let the old Xiucai in the village give him the name Zhang Mo.

Since Zhang Mo was born until he was eight years old, Zhang Mo has been in a mess, this is because he injured his soul during the military liberation, and it was not until he was eight years old that his soul stabilized and recovered the memory before the military liberation, and at this time Zhang Mo also sadly found that although this body was stout but extremely low in qualifications, if it was not reincarnated again, it was possible that the divine consciousness would dissipate and the memory would be lost, and he had an impulse to abandon this seemingly robust body.

After all, cultivating immortals pays the most attention to spiritual roots, and if the qualifications are too low, it will inevitably affect the advancement of strength.

Of course, this body is not useless, in addition to the physical strength beyond ordinary people, Zhang Mo's divine sense is also stronger than ordinary people.

However, although the family of four is very warm, Zhang Mo has already thought of leaving at this time, after all, the avenue of cultivating immortals is what everyone yearns for, and immortality is even more fatal.

Zhang Mo, who is ten years old this year, has grown much taller than his peers, and ordinary immortal cultivation sects will start selecting disciples when a child is eight years old, and he is already ten years old, two years older than this age.

If you don't worship the beginner sect and start cultivating, I'm afraid that the Great Dao will be empty, and in the end, you can only regretfully invest in the reincarnation spiritual consciousness and dissipate.

Zhang's father coughed and got up, but he first knocked off the ash in the dry cigarette butt, and at the same time carefully took out a handful of tobacco from the cigarette pouch and pressed it into the cigarette butt, and then walked to the stove and lit it with charcoal ash, and took a puff.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, Zhang's father showed a dark face and said: "Yingying is also old, it's time to tell her a good family, I see Xiaowan has been a little confused in the past two days, isn't it sick?"

Mother Zhang frowned when she smelled the smoke and shouted: "Smoke less, your body will be damaged by this smoke! Yingying wants to get married, we have to prepare a dowry, don't tell others about it." Xiaowan should be fine, I see that he was wandering around the village a few days ago and came back late. ”

Zhang Mo's nickname is Xiaowan, which is the favorite thing for rural people to do, giving children a nickname that doesn't like it, so that it is easy to feed.

"Well, I see that Xiaowan is not young, or I will talk to the old Zhang Tou in the village, and worship him to learn some carpentry work for the master, so that he can also have a craft in the future, and watch the old Zhang Tou make a set of furniture for the rich and noble people in the city to earn a lot of silver. Father Zhang said with a deep groan. "If you dig in the soil like I do, I won't be able to earn a few dollars a year. ”

At this time, it was normal for a man to learn a trade at the age of ten, and to marry and have children at the age of fourteen.

Peasant children are proud to learn a craft that can make a living, so that they can get rid of this hard life facing the loess and live a comfortable life like Lao Zhangtou with spare money in his hands, fertile land at home, and rich peasants.

Mother Zhang was silent for a while, wiped her thick palm on her apron and said, "But following the old Zhang Tou to learn the craft, not only does he need silver, but he also has to work for three years for nothing, so that the family can afford to eat?"

Zhang's father groaned and said, "I'll go to work for others as a part-time worker, and then plant some fruits and vegetables to sell, and I should be able to survive." ”

After Zhang's father finished speaking, the two fell into silence, it is not so easy to do short-term work for others, those jobs are very tiring, if they come back to farm, Zhang's father's body will be a little unbearable.

"Daddy, if I marry Zhang Fugui, then my younger brother will have the money to learn the craft from Lao Zhangtou. A crisp voice sounded, the same coarse cloth clothes, only slightly newer, and an ordinary-looking girl gritted her teeth and said.

This girl is Zhang Mo's sister Zhang Ying, she is two years older than Zhang Mo, exactly twelve years old this year, although she looks ordinary, but she is very attractive.

"No!" Zhang's father flatly refused: "Zhang Fugui's father knows that his son is a fool, so he doesn't want a dowry, and he also subsidizes fifty taels of silver as a dowry, Yingying, if you marry in the past, your life will be ruined!"

The atmosphere fell silent again.

"Dad, mother!" A slightly mature voice sounded, and Zhang Mo, who was quite sturdy, came out of the inner room and said, "I plan to go out and break in, and when the time comes, I will definitely break out of a famous hall and let the two elders live a good life!"

"Nonsense!" Zhang's father's face sank and reprimanded: "The world outside is so chaotic, what are you doing with a child's family? Stay in the village honestly, tomorrow I will take you to Lao Zhangtou to learn art!"

Zhang's father, who had not made up his mind, finalized the matter because of Zhang Mo's words, and Zhang Mo, who originally wanted to speak, was pulled aside by Zhang's mother and stuffed a bowl of gruel and pushed him out of the house.

Hey, it looks like I'll have to sneak away, and I'll have to come back when the time comes. Zhang Mo squatted in the corner of the yellow mud wall and drank gruel, and said secretly in his heart.

Although his parents in this life are very good to him, how can Zhang Mo, who has a great way, let himself live a life of inaction, although the road of cultivating immortals is full of dangers, but the harvest is also incomparable, not only can he prolong his life but also have all kinds of incredible magical powers.

When night falls, Zhangjiaao Village falls into a pitch black, this boring small village has no nightlife at all, as soon as it gets dark, in order to save money, each family will extinguish the wick in the lamp oil, and then regardless of the danger of getting into the bed to sleep with their heads covered, or doing the most primitive 'exercise' to vent the boredom of the night.

The bright moon came out of the dark clouds and shone on the ground of Zhangjiaao Village, snow-white and translucent.

A sturdy boy dressed in coarse linen walked step by step to the outside of the village, the cold wind of the night blew, and a slightly salty liquid blew off the boy's cheek and dispersed in the air.

This young man is Zhang Mo who left a book after his family was asleep.

After staying at the entrance of Zhangjiaao Village for a moment, Zhang Motou left without looking back.

A few days later, under a mist-shrouded peak, Zhang Mo, dressed in coarse linen, was standing at the foot of the mountain and staring at the top of the mountain.

In the two years since he regained his memory, Zhang Mo continued to prepare, not only choosing the sect he wanted to worship, but also secretly practicing the nameless exercises he had obtained in his previous life.

So at this time, Zhang Mo already had the strength to refine the first layer of qi, of course, if he didn't rely on the nameless exercises, I am afraid that he would not be able to achieve this achievement.

As soon as he thought of this nameless exercise, Zhang Mo was a little distracted, and the alien object he inadvertently obtained back then ended up being reincarnated as a soldier.

Inside the clouds, two young men wearing cyan robes embroidered with a small jade sword embroidered on the robe were chatting together.

"What are the qualifications of the disciples selected this time, Senior Brother?"

"What else, there are too many related households, Uncle Tang has covered the sky with one hand and made five or six places to ....... ”

"How do you know Senior Brother?"

"Hey, how do I know, you don't know yet, Senior Brother Ma is responsible for the entry of the new disciples of our Ten Thousand Sword Sect, and Senior Brother Ma said it when I was chatting with me a few days ago. ”

"Hey, this is not something we can discuss, let's take good care of the mountain gate. ”

After the two chatted for a while, they were suddenly a little depressed, the senior uncle in the door used his authority to release the quota, which led to a lot of reduction in the qualifications of the disciples who entered the Wanjianmen in recent years, and it also affected the strength of the Wanjianmen, but the two of them were soft-spoken, and naturally they were helpless.

"Hey, someone's coming in from the outside!"

One of them suddenly spoke out in surprise, and then the two of them saw a rather sturdy young man calmly walking into the fog from the outside.

Each Immortal Cultivation Sect will set up some ecstasy arrays near the periphery of its own sect, the purpose of which is to prevent mortals from discovering where their sect is, thus disturbing the sect's cultivation.

And this ecstasy array has a chilling name in the folk 'ghost hitting the wall', a formation that can make people keep spinning in place.

However, each sect has an unwritten rule, and anyone who can break through the ecstasy array has a chance to obtain the qualification to enter the sect, as long as they pass the sect's test again.

Immortal cultivators pay attention to fate, since most of the people who can touch the maze and break in are spiritual roots and immortals, so they think that these people should be given a chance, but in recent years, there have been very few people who are so young to break into the maze.

Most of the people who usually break into the Ecstasy Array are some hunters and farmers who go up the mountain to chop wood, and occasionally some people from the rivers and lakes will also strayed into it, but these people are usually too old to pass the age requirements in the sect, unless the person who broke in is amazingly talented, which may make the sect make an exception to accept him as an apprentice.

While the two disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were talking, a middle-aged man with an obese figure happened to walk down from the mountain gate behind him, and this person saw Zhang Mo who wanted to enter the Ecstasy Array at a glance, and a trace of coldness suddenly flashed in his eyes.

If this kid enters the Ecstasy Array, he will definitely be accepted into the sect, but in that case, the disciples I recommend will be reduced by one. After thinking about it, the obese middle-aged man immediately stepped forward and pinched a magic decision in his hand, and directly shot out a cyan sword and stabbed it into a small black flag in front of him.

"Ah, Uncle Tang, what are you doing, you actually opened the 'Evil Ghost Haunting' in the Ecstasy Array!?" one of the mountain guarding disciples screamed in shock when he saw the fat middle-aged man make a move.

This obese middle-aged man is named Tang Hui, who is specifically responsible for recruiting disciples, but this person is extremely fond of money, and has always been famous for accepting bribes to protect the children of rich families, and some people in the door have long been dissatisfied with him, but because of his background, he has not made trouble.

The general ecstasy array is not lethal, at most it is used to trap the enemy, of course, since it is a formation, there must also be a killing move, this 'evil ghost haunting' is the killing move in this, once it is activated, it can conjure up a demon to come out and scare the people trapped in the formation to death.

Tang Hui reprimanded angrily: "What is it called! If this son can break through this formation, I will guarantee that he will not have to test again when he enters the Ten Thousand Swords Gate!"

This kid is only a teenager, and he will either be scared to death or scared crazy, and I will not break my promise at that time, after all, who can blame him if he is not angry? Tang Hui thought with a grim expression.

The two mountain guarding disciples could only look at Zhang Mo who had already entered the Ecstasy Array with extremely sympathetic eyes, after all, the probability of an ordinary person wanting to break through the 'Evil Ghost Haunting' Ecstasy Array was negligible.