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Somewhere in the central state of Tiangu Continent, there are mountains and wild ridges, and a forest of monuments stands tall.
Stone tablets are erected among the wild mountains. Each stone tablet is engraved with a name, and each name points to a deceased person.
This is a tomb mountain, and every monument is a tomb.
Black smoke curls up from the grave hill,
Someone is paying homage.
Liu Mu knelt on the ground. There was a copper basin in front of him. There was a fire in the basin and paper money was burning. In front of the copper basin were three stone tablets. Under the stone tablets were three tombs, in which lay his father.
His mother, and his brother.
A generous figure appeared behind Liu Mu. Shi Changfeng looked at his disciple and said softly: "My family has passed away. Xiao An, please return to the sect as your master."
Liu Mu gently put the last pile of yellow paper in his hand into the copper basin and watched the fire submerge them before slowly standing up. He patted the dust on his body and looked at the three stone tablets in front of him for the last time.
There was no nostalgia in his eyes, and he turned around leisurely.
When he turned around, his face was completely exposed to the sun. It was a face that was so handsome that it was difficult to describe it with any gorgeous words. Even Shi Changfeng, who had long been accustomed to his appearance, couldn't help but look at it.
He sighed in his heart, how on earth could his parents give birth to such a handsome child, even though they were both extremely mediocre in appearance.
Liu Mu's expression was extremely dull. He raised his head and stared at the sky, and finally sighed: "Master, let's go."
Shi Changfeng patted his shoulder,
It's a relief.
Then he waved his hand,
A flying sword flew out from nowhere and floated quietly in front of them.
The master and the disciple stepped onto the flying sword, and Shi Changfeng pinched it with his fingers. A strong wind blew up from the flying sword, and the light flickered. Then the flying sword flashed, traveling thousands of miles in an instant.
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To the south of Tiangu continent, there are many mountains and thousands of miles of green mountains.
It is rumored that Tianqing Sword Sect, one of the three major cultivation sects in the world, is located in these mountains.
At the foot of Qingshan Mountain, the nearest town is called Luoqing Town. The town is not prosperous, but it is very lively, because everyone who wants to go to Tianqing Sword Sect must pass through here to enter the mountain.<
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Compared with the street, an inn in Luoqing Town is more lively.
A storyteller held a folding fan and told ancient legends in a clear and formal way.
"According to legend, tens of thousands of years ago,
In the fairy world,
There was a green immortal who was demoted to the mortal world because he neglected his duties in guarding the immortal palace.
It requires nine reincarnations before returning to the fairy world."
"The immortal enters the mortal world,
This was the first time in Tiangu Continent that this Green Immortal entered the mortal world. He witnessed the life and death of thousands of people and lived for a hundred years. He sighed at the wretchedness of the world, so he created the method of cultivation based on the physique of mortals. These laws of cultivation
, not only can a mortal have the immortal-like ability to fly into the sky and escape from the earth, but it can also increase a person's lifespan to several times or even dozens of times that of a mortal."
"So, in this world, there is a sect of cultivation. And when it comes to cultivation sects, the strongest among them is our Tianqing Sword Sect in Qingshan."
"Do you know why the Tian Qing Sword Sect is at the top of the world of cultivation?"
The storyteller asked a question, and when everyone shook their heads in confusion, he fanned the folding fan in his hand and explained: "Because the founder of Tianqing Sword Sect, Tianqing Zhenren, is the chief disciple of Qingxianren. According to legend, that
In order to pass on the cultivation method, the Qing Immortal specially accepted many disciples and taught various methods of cultivation. After his death, in order to carry forward the cultivation method, his disciples used their own cultivation methods as their own.
The foundation has established many sects. Many of them have quietly disappeared in the long river of history, but some have been passed down."
"Tianqing Sword Sect is one of them. Of course, the Zen disciple of Lingchan Temple, another of the three major sects known to the world, is also the disciple of Qing Xianren."
The storyteller's expression gradually became heavy and solemn: "That's an immortal who changed the world!"
However, some people sneered, and someone in the crowd said disdainfully: "Ha! According to what you said, thousands of years ago, Tianqing Sword Sect and Lingchan Temple were not one family. The monk and the swordsman were one family. Who would believe it?
Does everyone think so?"
The storyteller's face changed and he said angrily: "That's what the rumor is. Whether you believe it or not, how can you change its truth or falsehood?"
"If it's false, why change it?" The man spoke without mercy.
"If it is what you said, then this immortal will go through nine reincarnations. Have you ever seen him reincarnated? How many times has he experienced it now? This is a truth that everyone knows. You, an old man, can just tell stories.
However, you should not distort the laws of heaven and earth. Whether it is reincarnation, Tianqing Sword Sect or Lingchan Temple, it is not what you said. Is it possible that you have also been in the Tianqing Sword Sect and listened to the sect's head?
Didn’t you tell me that?”
Or when a painful point is mentioned, the storyteller blushes and retorts: "Since it is a legend, it must have its truth. People cannot reincarnate, but how do you know that gods can't do it? Is it possible that you can't cultivate to become a real immortal? Tian Qing
The Sword Sect and Lingchan Temple have always been on good terms, so how do you know that the founder of their sect is not a fellow disciple?"
"How do I know?"
The speaker stood up from the crowd. He was a very young man. He was sitting alone, wearing a black robe. As he stood up, the robe opened, and the clothes underneath were white.
There is a pattern embroidered everywhere, the sword is floating, and the green mountains are company.
This is the symbol of Tianqing Sword Sect, and this person is actually a disciple of Tianqing Sword Sect.
The man slapped his long sword on the table and said, "I, Tang Jue, have been a member of the sect for more than ten years, but I have never heard of the legend of the founder of the sect that you mentioned. Is it possible that you know the Tianqing Sword Sect better than I do?"
When the storyteller saw the logo on the man's white clothes, his face immediately turned pale, and he lowered his head and did not dare to speak any more.
Tang Jue continued, with a serious tone: "You can write books and tell stories, but if you continue to talk nonsense about me, Tianqing Sword Sect, I will never forgive you!"
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The storyteller nodded repeatedly, not daring to refute at all.
He knows very well that in the eyes of cultivators, mortals are no different from ants.
But at this moment, a powerful voice suddenly sounded.
"Tang Jue! What are you doing!"
Two people walked in from outside the inn.
Everyone listened to the voice and looked at the door in unison, and then froze in place. Their eyes were frozen at this moment, frozen on the young man among the two people who appeared at this moment.
Liu Mu was wearing simple plain clothes, but this could not hide his outstanding appearance. He stood there like the brightest light.
Tang Jue's eyes first paused in front of Liu Mu for a moment, then turned to the middle-aged man next to Liu Mu, and then hurriedly bowed his head and saluted: "Master Nephew pays homage to Master Shi."
Only then did everyone realize that these two people were also immortals from the Tianqing Sword Sect.
Shi Changfeng looked at Tang Jue seriously and said, "Tang Jue, didn't your master tell you that cultivators should not bully ordinary people?"
Tang Jue raised his head and explained in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "This disciple is not bullying the people, he is just maintaining the reputation of our sect."
Shi Changfeng said: "Mortals don't know the Azure Sword Sect and spread it in the form of stories and legends. This is their freedom. There are countless legends about the Azure Sword Sect in the world. Is it possible that you have to correct them one by one?"
Tang Jue was silent for a moment and said: "If I see it, my nephew will correct it."
Shi Changfeng was speechless and waved his sleeves angrily: "You! You have such a bad temper every day! I really don't know how your master taught you!"
Tang Jue's voice became colder: "Even if it's Uncle Shi, if he insults my master, I won't be lenient."
Hearing this, Shi Changfeng became even more angry, but thinking that Liu Mu was still around, he had no choice but to give up.
He let out a long sigh: "That's all. In short, according to the sect's regulations, bullying of ordinary people is never allowed."
Tang Jue then bowed his head respectfully: "Disciple saved me."
Only then did Shi Changfeng feel that he had regained a trace of his stern expression. Feeling the dozens of glances around him, he said, "Let's go back to the sect first."
To be continued...