When the moon is in the sky, Fuzhou in September is still so hot that it is difficult to sleep.

Frogs are noisy in the pond, summer cicadas are hissing in the night, the inexplicable fragrance of flowers is all over this ancient road, along the mountain stream all the way up, is the famous big faction in southern Fujian - the word Huijian Gate.

Qingyun Mountain is blue, the same color as the sky. Yizi Huijian Gate is located in the middle of Qingyun Mountain, sandwiched between Lion Peak and Longtan Gorge.

As far as the eye can see, the entire floor of Huijian Gate is paved with white marble, shining brightly, and floating clouds, like a light veil. In the center of the square, a copper giant tripod is placed every dozens of zhang, divided into three rows, three in each row, a total of nine, and placed in a regular manner. From time to time, there is a light smoke floating in Dingzhong, and its smell is clear but not dispersed.

At the door of the main hall, the four words of "one word wisdom sword" are vigorous and powerful, the words are several zhang square, and the last stroke of the word "sword" goes straight into the water, and the momentum is amazing.

It's a pity that this ethereal night is still mixed with bursts of blood.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and it is just the right time to kill!

Corpses littered the courtyard. The blood pooled into a small pond in the low-lying part of the courtyard.

Next to the steps of the main hall, there is a black vulture sign.

It is the symbol of the Tianshan Vulture Palace! The disciple of the Tianshan Mountain is a natural assassin. Tianshan Tong is a top master.

The one-word Hui Sword Gate has been inherited for too long, and to this day, there are no commendable masters.

And now, it has been destroyed by the Vulture Palace.

At the entrance of the main hall, a middle-aged woman fell into a pool of blood, and she had been angry for a long time. The fatal wound was on the back, and it was obvious that he was pierced through the back of the heart by a sharp weapon when he was fleeing for his life, and he was desperate on the spot.

There was a boy of eleven or twelve years old.

The murderer apparently showed no mercy, and the sharp weapon passed through the woman's chest and directly into the boy's abdomen. A cloud of blood gradually expanded on the little boy's plain white brocade robe......

Suddenly, the boy who was supposed to die moved. The clear and bright eyes slowly opened, revealing deep despair and confusion.

Huangfu struggled to cover the sword wound on his chest with his hand, but unfortunately he lost too much blood at this time, and his strength was too small, and he didn't even have the strength to moan in pain.

The bright red blood was still bubbling out, and he clearly felt that life was gradually passing, and his heart was desperate. Unexpectedly, he had just been reborn, and he was going to die of blood loss.

One second, he was still a cloth-clothed god who was abducted and deceived in the capital, and the next moment, he became the young master of the Sword Wisdom Sword Gate. The name is still Huangfu, but after many years, it has been a thousand years.

Suddenly, after a chaotic footsteps came from below the main hall, the emperor was afraid that it would be the people of the Vulture Palace who turned back, so he didn't dare to move.

"Dang!" sounded, as if something had fallen to the ground.

"Master, junior sister......" The voice of the visitor trembled, extremely sad, and knelt beside several corpses at the bottom of the steps, dazed.

"Could it be that Zhuo Bufan is back?" Thinking of the mention in the book that Zhuo Bufan survived, Huangfu Yan's heart moved, and he wanted to shout for help.

It's just that he is seriously injured at this time, and he is young, and the sound he makes is not as good as that of mosquitoes. Zhuo Bufan was sad and sad, crying out for heaven and earth, where could he hear his cry for help!

The ant is still trying to survive, not to mention that he has been reborn after a catastrophe, where can he dare to leave this life-saving straw, gather the only remaining strength in his throat, and finally let out a "Help!" Before the word "life" was spoken, he could no longer pronounce a sound.

Zhuo Bufan naturally didn't know how many steps away, and the little junior brother had asked for help. After half a sound, he finally found the symbol of the Vulture Palace that fell on the ground, knowing that the murderer was powerful, his face was cold, and he had already made the extinction of the Vulture Palace his lifelong pursuit. The bones of the master were not cold, thinking about it, Zhuo Bufan regained his strength, and planned to bury everyone.

Huangfu Yan listened to the footsteps in the distance, his heart tightened, and he finally fainted. In his previous life, he was swaggering and deceiving, but it was not completely groundless. At least, a book of turtle breath passed down from his ancestors to Xiaocheng was cultivated by him to Xiaocheng.

At this time, his body was weak, and it had long become his habit to cultivate the nameless turtle breath method, although he was unconscious, he subconsciously operated this method. After a few breaths, the breath gradually faded, but it was he who inadvertently entered the realm of the unity of heaven and man that a warrior dreamed of. The turtle hibernated like a snake. The endless Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was slowly introduced into the meridians, repairing his wounds.

Zhuo Bufan is the eldest disciple of the Yizi Hui Sword Sect, and this time he went down the mountain to practice, and he escaped the disaster of destroying the door. Now that the brothers and sisters in the door are dead, where are they willing to stay in this sad place, they simply buried everyone, and then drifted away. He went here, and he was hated by his family, but he had another chance.

......

Qingyun back mountain, nameless grave pile, gloomy old forest.

It was another sunset, Zhuo Bufan burned a few pieces of paper, kowtowed to the two largest of them a few times, looked vicissitudes, stepped on the afterglow of the setting sun, and disappeared into the forest.

Each grave has been carefully cared for, and each grave is filled with flowers. He was afraid that thieves would seek revenge, and he did not dare to engrave monuments and erect plaques in the tombs of everyone.

Ten years have passed, Zhuo Bufan still has achieved nothing, and revenge is far away.

Among the graves was a small low mound, a simple little earthen bag, almost flush with the ground, which was very inconspicuous. However, at this moment, the low tomb suddenly changed, the wasteland slowly cracked, and the clods on the top of the tomb began to roll down.

A small pale palm protruded from the grave.

Soon, a dazed-looking child slowly crawled up from the grave, his long unkempt hair stained with mud and his dim and broken clothes sticking to his body. The boy was not abnormal except that his face was unusually pale, and it was the emperor who fell into a coma that night.

"What kind of place is this? Did you cross over again?" the emperor muttered to himself, looking at the pile of graves in front of him, his face dazed.

Suddenly, he finally noticed what he was wearing, which was exactly what the young master of the Huijian Sect looked like. He stared at the small grave at his feet, stunned for a moment, and secretly guessed that Zhuo Bufan should have buried him.

"Damn, he's also a master, and he can't even find a big living person!" Huangfu scolded and scolded, and he had a deep grudge against this senior brother.

It's just that he didn't notice that the surrounding mounds were overgrown with weeds, and it was obvious that it had been a long time.

"It seems that these people are all relatives and friends of this body!" Thinking about it, Huangfu Yan bowed around, intending to leave this ghost place.

At this time, the world is vast, but his heart is empty, without a trace, and he doesn't know where to return. As the sun waned, the emperor picked up his lost feelings and walked forward step by step.

"Carefree faction, Tianshan Tong's grandmother...... Alas!" Halfway through, Huangfu remembered that his house was destroyed by the Vulture Palace, and shook his head helplessly. Beiming, Grandma Tong, has always been his favorite character in his previous life, but he didn't expect to become an unforgettable enemy now.

Thinking of the ruthlessness and coldness of the Vulture Palace in his memory, an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart, and he laughed and said: "What about the Vulture Palace, what about Grandma Tong, the master will not be afraid of you!"