Purple mist mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, the peaks and peaks are undulating, there are seven peaks at the highest, towering into the clouds, only to see white clouds surrounding the mountainside in the flat day, do not know the true face of the mountaintop. The Purple Fog Mountain is densely forested, the waterfall is strange and rocky, the rare birds and beasts are numerous, the scenery is dangerous and strange, and the world is famous.

It's just that it's more famous, but it's the Demon Dao Sect on this mountain---- the Black Demon Sect.

The Black Demon Gate has a long history, and it has been more than 500 years since it was founded, and it is the head of today's Demon Dao. It is said that the patriarch of the Kaipai was originally a down-and-out scholar, who was depressed and depressed for half his life. In the year when he knew the destiny of heaven, he jumped off the cliff to die, passed through the Purple Mist Mountain, saw that Zhong Ling was strange and beautiful here, gathered the aura of heaven and earth, it was a good place, and he thought that it was also a beautiful place to be buried in this place, and immediately climbed the mountain, jumped down from the top of the mountain, and the result was that this scholar was fateful, and was saved by a pine branch that broke out of the stone on the cliff.

The so-called catastrophe is not to die, there will be a blessing, not a few times, he actually got a nameless ancient scroll in a secret cave in the depths of the Purple Mist Mountain, uploading all kinds of magic techniques, difficult and dry, but it is infinitely useful and powerful.

The scholar had this adventure and devoted himself to studying. In the past 20 years, a small success, it has come out, and several ups and downs in the rivers and lakes, although it cannot dominate the world, it has also become a hero. So on the Purple Mist Mountain, he opened a sect and called it: Black Demon Gate.

And after his sudden death, unexpectedly, in the next hundred years, I don't know if it was providence or lack of background, and the Black Demon Gate said that it was in decline.

This situation lasted for more than 400 years before the situation changed.

Probably because God is tired, no longer tricking the Black Devil Gate, at this time, from the eleventh generation of the Black Devil Gate, there is a stunning talent, the leader of the peerless figure, this person is very talented, for the tenth generation of the Black Devil Gate Lord Tian Lane as the closed disciple Zi, at that time this person was only twenty years old.

After that person started, he comprehended all the magic techniques passed down by Tianlong in just one year, and he was the best among all the disciples. After another year, even Langtian could only barely make a draw with him with his profound cultivation.

Langtian was surprised and delighted, and resolutely took out the ancient scroll handed down by the ancestor and passed it on to the person to visit the auspicious himself. That person went into retreat in the "Magic Rock Cave" in the back mountain, and this pass was ten years before he broke through.

It is said that when he broke through, it was the night of the full moon. That night, the cold moon hung high, and the entire Purple Mist Mountain Tongtian Peak was like day. The wind is raging, and there is a dragon roaring in the back mountain, and the sound is shaking for hundreds of miles, and the listeners do not change color.

With a loud bang, the Demon Rock Cave Mansion suddenly opened, this person had long hair scarlet on his shawl, smiling, and demonic energy, and walked out slowly, everyone was shocked, thinking that the Demon Venerable.

This person is called Xiang Qianren

The years are long, like a white horse passing by, and twenty years seem to make this river and lake old, and only one person's name can be heard in the whole river and lake.

A generation of Demon Venerable Xiang Qianren!

The two words of Erdan are forgotten, and the rivers and lakes only know that a generation of demon venerable Xiang Qianren Gong has participated in the creation of eternity, opened the immortal gate without entering, and reversed the situation of the entire world with his own strength, so that the black demon gate is like Zhongtian, located at the head of the demon path, and fights the righteous path Wuyue faction alone.

However, suddenly, a generation of demon venerable Xiang Qianren resigned from the position of the master of the Black Demon Gate, like a farmer, wearing coarse linen clothes, riding a thin horse and leaving the dust.

Silence ever since

"Plum, are you still waiting for me. A ride close to Xiangjia Zhuangzi, in the twilight can still be seen in a few places of people's cooking smoke, the man in linen led the horse, and a mud house at the entrance of the village asked for a scoop of water, the family of three was very enthusiastic, grinning and said, "Just drink, the bag is enough." ”

The man in sackcloth smiled, thanked him, and walked away.

Twenty years later, Xiangjiazhuang is still Xiangjiazhuang, a simple yellow mud or thatched house is built on the mountainside, behind the mountain, facing the mountain, the small stream is still flowing at the foot of the mountain, but the peach blossoms on the country road have all withered and withered.

The man in sackcloth led the horse and walked slowly around the mountain road, remembering that when he left home that year, the road was still made of loess, and every time it rained, it would be muddy, but now it has been paved with bluestone slabs, flat and neat.

The man in sackcloth walked slowly on this flat path, but his heart was inexplicably a little blocked, the road was much better than before, and there would be no more yellow mud stained shoes, but he felt a strangeness from the bottom of his heart.

He remembered that his family lived halfway up the mountain, and there was a small mound in front of his house, and every time he came back from the town after studying private school, his father would always sit on the small mound with a cigarette gun and look forward to himself.

In the distance, he saw the small mound of dirt, but the man with the smoking gun on the mound was gone, and there were two more large mounds beside it.

The man in sackcloth frowned, led the horse closer, and there was a circle of fence trees outside the house, and the small courtyard seemed to have been uncared for for a long time, overgrown with weeds and barren.

He approached and knocked on the old wooden door, and whispered, "Father, mother." The second egg is back. ”

The wind was blowing, but there was no sound coming from inside, and the man in sackcloth waited and knocked on the door: 'Father, mother. The child is back. ”

Except for the sound of the wind blowing, the room was quiet, the man in sackcloth was silent for a while, pushed the door in, one or two rays of sunlight shone faintly through the roof skylight, and the old wooden table was covered with a thick layer of ash, and it could be seen that no one had come here for a long time.

At the head of the bed was the embroidered shoes I had bought for my mother, which were very worn, but still placed in the most conspicuous place in the house. I remember that at that time, my parents would say: What my child buys, it is expensive!

He stood stunned, as if he knew something, and rushed out of the room, his eyes fixed on the two small mounds.

Where is the mound, that is the grave of my father and mother.

The man in sackcloth was cold, like falling into an ice cellar, he had never felt so sad in his twenty years of crisscrossing the rivers and lakes.

He wanted to cry.

Tears flowed down one after another like the stream at the bottom of the mountain.

Xiang Qianren moved his steps with difficulty, kneeling silently in front of the grave, his young face's temples began to turn gray, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes showed traces of time, and the folds on his forehead appeared one after another.

He was getting old, and the generation of Demon Venerables slowly became old, and even his voice began to become hoarse.

The sun gradually sank, Yue'er began to get up, and Xiang Qianren knelt like this, not moving.

.........

"Erdan, you have to study hard, next year is the county exam, whether you have any future or not, but it all depends on this time, don't be like me, stay in the village for the rest of your life, alas. ”

"Okay, you talk every day, if you want me to say, our second egg will definitely be able to pass the exam. ”

"Mother, don't take care of me, you can eat too. ”

"You child has loved to eat fish since he was a child, but you can eat more, my mother and your father ate some before, and I am not hungry. ”

"No, you eat a few more pieces, I'll watch it count. ”

"Now that your mother and I have something to eat, you can eat it quickly. ”

"Why don't you eat the body of the fish? The head and tail of the fish are full of thorns. ”

"Your dad and I like to eat fish head and tail. ”

......

Xiang Qianren thought about it, his eyes were blurred with tears, and he bent over from crying.

Daddy, one day I have the dream of depicting with youth, saying that I want to wander far away, the hardships of life let you taste silently alone, let you grow old little by little, and the dusk will easily stretch your back.