"Master, no!——"

An earth-shattering roar resounded through the void. Chen Shaojun's eyes were red, and his eyes were about to burst as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"Disciple, Master can no longer protect you. From now on, we are separated from the world, so take care of yourself!..."

The wind was surging and the purple fire was blazing. In the famous Beidou Hall in the fairy world, the tall figure with white hair was flying. He looked at himself with a smile of relief on his face. Then, wisps of golden light emanated from his body like threads.

The body of the famous Daluo Immortal in the Immortal World first turned pale, then turned livid, and finally fell into endless ice.

Boom, a golden thunder flashed, and everything disappeared in an instant. At the last glance, what Chen Shaojun saw was the reluctance, nostalgia, and determination in his master's eyes.

"Master!——"

Chen Shaojun woke up suddenly, and let out a heart-rending shout in his heart. With this shout, countless pictures burst out in his mind, and Chen Shaojun finally opened up the memory that had been sealed for fifteen years.

Chen Shaojun is still Chen Shaojun, but fifteen years ago, he was a disciple of the most prominent Beidou Immortal Sect in the immortal world. Although he was the youngest, he was the most favored among the sect.

In all the worlds, Beidou is the most respected!

This speaks of the power of the Beidou Immortal Sect.

Chen Shaojun’s master, Beidou Immortal Lord, is the most admired Immortal Lord among billions of immortals in the entire immortal world. He has the supreme power. And each of the seven true disciples of Beidou Immortal Sect is amazing and talented, and is the leader of countless sects in the immortal world.

The enviable "Heaven's Proud One"!

Their strength is extraordinary and holy, shocking the three realms!

However, no one expected that a dispute over the head of the sect would lead to the rebellion between master and disciple, causing tragedy in the sect. Chen Shaojun and his master Beidou Xianzun died together in this sect's upheaval.

"First senior brother, second senior brother, third senior brother..., master treats you with great kindness. He treats each of you as his own son. He teaches all martial arts with all his heart. How did you manage to kill him?——"

Chen Shaojun's whole body trembled with anger.

Fifteen years!

He finally regained consciousness from his sealed memory. Thinking of the last moment when his master used all his strength to perform "formless reincarnation" and left himself the chance of rebirth, Chen Shaojun was heartbroken.

"Once a teacher, always a father." Chen Shaojun was an orphan. He was brought into the immortal world by his master when he was young and joined the Beidou Immortal Sect. The master cared for him and cultivated him with great care.

Deep down in his heart, Chen Shaojun has always regarded his master as his closest person, just like his father. For Chen Shaojun, Beidou Immortal Sect is his home.

But he never thought that the senior brothers whom he respected like brothers would actually kill his master.

At that moment, Chen Shaojun's heart was as sharp as a knife, and the whole world was in despair.

"Master, don't worry. I, Chen Shaojun, swear to heaven that even if I risk my life, even if my soul is gone, I will definitely return to the fairy world and rescue you!!"

"This oath can be learned from heaven and earth, and witnessed by ghosts and gods!!"

…

Chen Shaojun roared in his heart and could not calm down for a long time. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

I don’t know how long has passed——

"Ding!"

Suddenly, there was a crash of cups and plates, accompanied by the faint sound of oscillating water, which suddenly reached my ears.

"Chen Shaojun, it's your turn!"

A voice urged unceremoniously.

Chen Shaojun's originally dull figure suddenly trembled, and his pair of dark pupils shrank sharply. After a moment, he finally woke up from the violent memories. When he opened his eyes, Chen Shaojun saw a winding shape about four feet in front of him.

The stream is fast but crystal clear.

On both sides of the stream, there are lush forests and bamboos. A group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old young men dressed as scholars and with high airs sit cross-legged on both sides. Beside them are stacks of scriptures, or sets of guqins, chessboards, and other instruments.

Or place fine pens, inks, paper and inkstones.

Between the seats, there are simple incense burners in the shape of a crane and a tiger's mouth.

In the incense burner, the smoke curls up and lingers, creating a fresh and ancient fragrance.

Chen Shaojun was thin, wearing a simple cloth, and was sitting on a simple straw mat. Compared with the other young men in the banquet, who were brightly dressed, with brocade clothes and jade belts, and kneeling on embroidered mats, he was dwarfed by them, looking out of place and shabby.

Endless.

Even his seat was arranged at the end of the Huixing Stream where people could easily ignore it, deliberately keeping a long distance from other young masters around him.

All this shows that Chen Shaojun's family background is not wealthy, and he was deeply ostracized and disliked in this gathering.

However, despite this, Chen Shaojun was neatly dressed and upright, as if a pine tree had taken root there, and his demeanor was neither humble nor arrogant.

Drinking water and gathering in the bamboo forest!

A thought flashed through his mind, and Chen Shaojun suddenly reacted.

Everything is a thing of the past!

Time has passed, and now he is no longer the Immortal Weapon Lord of the Beidou Immortal Sect fifteen years ago, but an ordinary young man with no power in the Shang Dynasty in the human world.

Separated from each other, these are two completely different worlds.

Immortals are high above the world and pursue immortality; martial arts in the mortal world are prosperous and the dynasty is respected.

The Great Shang Dynasty was founded for more than 800 years and had millions of troops. It was the most powerful country on the Qinghai continent. It single-handedly suppressed ghosts, barbarians, monsters, and countless monsters.

Here martial arts flourished and culture prospered.

Chen Shaojun's father was Chen Zongxi, the Minister of Household Affairs of Dashang. Chen Shaojun belonged to the literary and military lineage.

In Dashang, when winter is approaching every year, all the civil servants' children will gather in the lush forests and bamboos to hold poetry gatherings and show off their talents. This has become a custom in the Dashang Dynasty. However, Chen Shaojun appeared here.

, but not for fame, but for another purpose...

"snort!"

Just when Chen Shaojun was deep in thought, a cold snort suddenly came from far away. At the end of the lush forest and bamboos, at the top of the stream, a tall young man with a jade crown and snow clothes, who looked like he had a lot of status, was sitting on his knees.

Frost patterns scratch the brocade mat.

Beside him was a phoenix-patterned jiaoweiqin, and in his left hand he held a volume of "The Analects of Confucius" and read it without even glancing at Chen Shaojun:

"Chen Shaojun, you have already had two rounds of drinking. If you can't do it, leave voluntarily. Don't waste time and disturb everyone's enjoyment. Don't you have this kind of consciousness?"

His words were very impatient and seemed very rude.

Chen Shaojun turned his head and recognized it at a glance. It was Xie Chuan, the son of Xie Mingyuan, the Minister of Civil Affairs.

Different from others, although he is also a literary student, Xie Chuan has a special aura about him. When he was reading, on the "Analects of Confucius" in his hand, countless dark "fluorescence" floated out like stars.

It's very strange to have life.

"Crown of Light!"

Chen Shaojun's heart moved, and he suddenly thought of something.

This is an era when all things are revealed.

In ancient times, a very long time ago, the Great Way collapsed. After that, the Great Way condensed and condensed into a stream of light between heaven and earth, something like the corona of the sun, blending with the creatures in the three realms, which is called

Crown of light.

Among the three realms, only those who are uniquely blessed by nature and have profound blessings can obtain this special crown of light.

The crown of light contains the power of the great avenue, and each crown of light corresponds to a special ability.

And the crown of glory that Xie Chuan possesses is the "firefly sac illuminating the book".

Once night falls, when Xie Chuan picks up the scriptures, this corona of light will turn into a dense mass around Xie Chuan, countless dark "fluorescent lights", illuminating the scriptures, helping Xie Chuan improve his intelligence and comprehension, and understand the words of the sages in the scriptures.

.

This crown of light made Xie Chuan different from ordinary people since he was a child. He could read at the age of three and was proficient in literature at the age of six.

In this world, all the ways are manifested, and the scholars' talents are condensed in their bodies, and they have talents.

Talents are calculated in ascending order from low to high, and ten liters are equal to one dou, which is the so-called "eight dou of talent".

The higher the talent, the higher the literary accomplishment, the greater the knowledge, and the more respected one is.

Even if he has reached a certain level of literary and Taoist cultivation, he is like the master of Confucius, possessing the power of speaking and following the law.

Although Xie Chuan is only one year older than him, he is already extremely talented and arrogant to his peers. He is also a literary leader among the younger generation in the capital.

However, Xie Chuan has never liked Chen Shaojun very much.

Chen Shaojun's father, Chen Zongxi, had a strong and upright character. From the king to the ministers, he had impeached many people and offended many people. Xie Chuan's father was one of them.

Therefore, whenever Xie Chuan gets a chance, he will try every means to embarrass himself and suppress himself.

At this gathering, he ordered me to sit at the end of the table and keep a long distance from other people.

"Hahaha, the young master thinks too highly of him. If he really has this consciousness, he will not come uninvited. Chen Shaojun, your Chen family is also a scholarly family, isn't this too thick-skinned? If I were you,

They won’t come at all.”

"Chen Shaojun, your father is also a great scholar after all. You are already fifteen years old and your talent is less than a liter. You can't even write a poem. Isn't it shameful to tell it?"

As soon as Xie Chuan's voice fell, two young scholars on the left and right who seemed to be very close to Xie Chuan stood up and made sarcastic remarks.

"Young Master Zhou and Young Master Lu are both literary men, so why do you need to embarrass him? Brother Chen stayed up late last night to read, and today he came so early to participate in our Bamboo Forest Poetry Recital. It's understandable that he can't do it. I'll wait for a while.
To be continued...