The cold peaks are misty, the mountains are green, and the mountains are surrounded. The Linggu is like spring. Xiaoyao Valley is located in the Qingling Mountains of Dongsheng Shenzhou. It covers thousands of miles and is full of spiritual energy. All the Taoists who have been here call it a fairyland on earth.
There is a mountain valley in the east corner of Xiaoyao Valley, called Qiyue Valley. There are fiery red maple trees everywhere in the valley, and the fallen leaves on the ground are more than half a foot thick. Next to the valley, a waterfall falls from the sky, and the rumbling sound shakes the valley.
There are no fallen leaves on a piece of land near the pool, revealing fresh soil. In this small corner of the universe, an earth-shattering story is quietly beginning.
"Pfft"
There was a soft sound, and an arm broke through the ground and stretched out.
An embarrassed figure emerged from the ground. He seemed to be a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. His green shirt was muddy and dirty.
The young man emerged from the ground and sat down against a maple tree, breathing heavily.
"This is already the fourth time." The young man sighed and raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He breathed for a while, then suddenly punched the ground, leaving a shallow fist mark, and gnashed his teeth and cursed: "Damn it, He Xingyu, you bastard, just wait, sooner or later, I will bury you..."
Use the soil as fertilizer!"
He may have exerted too much force, causing injuries on his body. The pain made him grin, and then he covered his mouth and coughed. When he let go of his hand, he saw that his palms were red and he actually coughed up blood.
He closed his eyes, hit the tree with the back of his head, and made a "tuk-tuk" sound, shouting in pain: "Why am I a waste body, why, why..."
The maple tree as thick as a bowl was shaken by his impact, and the fiery red maple leaves fell, fluttering in the wind.
After venting for a long time, he finally stopped and suddenly pointed at the sky and cursed: "God, you thief, are you blind? I, Li Qianmo, have never done anything bad, why do you want me to be useless? You, God, you thief,
I will poke a big hole in you one day..."
His shouts and curses echoed in the empty valley, washed away by the roar of the waterfall.
Li Qianmo vented wildly and finally calmed down. He slowly raised his right hand and opened his palm. Lying quietly in his palm was a blood-red bead, the size of a pigeon egg, shiny all over and exuding a mysterious aura.
"What is this? It looks so mysterious. How could it be buried underground?" He looked at the beads and pondered, recalling the situation when he was buried alive in the ground. At that time, he was struggling underground and touched a round and smooth bead.
When I caught it in my hand, I didn't expect that the bead looked so weird.
He stared at the beads for a moment, shook his head and sighed: "No matter, let's go back first." After saying that, he put the beads into his arms, stood up slowly while holding on to the tree trunk, and felt a heartbreaking pain, and he grinned.
Grinning, he staggered to the edge of the pool, picked up a handful of water and washed away the dirt on his face. His face was reflected in the clear water, and his eyes were as bright as stars, his lips were thin, his nose was straight, his eyebrows were set into his temples, and his hair was black.
His hair was simply tied back. Although he was young, he was already very handsome.
After washing, he dragged his heavy steps and slowly left Qiyue Valley, stepping on the thick fallen leaves.
Walking out of Qiyue Valley and passing through the redwood forest, a towering peak appears in front of you, and a winding stone staircase winds up, which is the road leading to Tianji Pavilion.
Tianji Pavilion is one of the six schools of Xiaoyao Valley. It has been passed down by a single line since ancient times. Li Qianmo is a disciple of this generation. In fact, he has never understood why the master accepted his useless body as the only successor of Tianji Pavilion.
"Little waste, stop!" Li Qianmo was just about to set foot on the mountain road leading to Tianji Pavilion, when someone in the distance stopped him.
He turned around and his heart suddenly sank. He saw five teenagers of similar age walking towards him quickly, all with playful smiles on their faces, as happy as a cat seeing a mouse.
These five people, like He Xingyu, were also people who often bullied Li Qianmo, so he didn't want to say anything more to them. He picked up his feet and continued to move forward, even speeding up. However, he was injured and could not walk fast with a limp.
"Damn it, are you deaf?" The tallest boy among the five shouted angrily, and suddenly ran over quickly, grabbed Li Qianmo's clothes, and glared at him fiercely.
Li Qianmo also stared at him fiercely and said coldly: "Han Jian, this is at the foot of Tianji Peak, you'd better restrain yourself."
"Hmph!" Han Jian snorted coldly, loosened his collar angrily, and said sarcastically, "We met Senior Brother He Xingyu just now. He said he taught you a lesson in Qiyue Valley. How was it? Did you feel comfortable with the beating?
Little waste!" When he said the word "little waste", he emphasized his tone.
Li Qianmo glared at him fiercely, snorted coldly, and turned away.
"Hey, little loser, why are you leaving? Let's chat with senior brother." Han Jian sneered at him.
The other four disciples also started laughing and scolding each other, and the scolding was extremely unpleasant.
Li Qianmo suppressed his anger and trembled slightly. He clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth: "Han Jian, Qu Yuan, Mu Shaofeng, Feng Yan, Wang Renjie, you five, please remember what you do to me."
This humiliation, I will definitely repay you twice as much."
The voices of Han Jian and the others became farther and farther away, and finally they could no longer be heard. Li Qianmo's heart became much purer, and his anger slowly calmed down. He climbed the steps along the winding mountain road and meandered forward.
At the end of the mountain road, there is a hanging stone stack, built on the cliff. Below is an endless abyss, shrouded in mist, which makes people feel chilly.
After passing the suspended stone stack, a vast flat land suddenly appeared in front of it, with bright grass and shady trees, and a winding path leading into the woods.
Li Qianmo followed the path through the shady woods. Suddenly, a square opened up in front of him. In the distance, there was a huge old locust tree planted in the center of the square. It is estimated that more than a dozen people could not surround it. The bark of the tree was as black as
iron.
In this season, the locust tree grows with lush branches and leaves, and the pavilions are like a canopy, covering most of the Tianji Terrace. When you look up, you can see dots of locust flowers among the lush greenery, as bright as stars.
Under the old locust tree stands a huge stone tablet, as tall as a person. The handwriting on the tablet is illegible. It is said that this tablet is called Taixuan tablet. I don't know its origin. In short, it is very old.
Li Qianmo walked through the square and walked on the bluestone road into a mountain col. He saw that there were many high-eaves attics built in the mountain col. The Langfang Pavilion was ingeniously arranged. Although it was not fancy, it was eye-catching.
With a sense of worship, this is Tianji Pavilion, and the square he passed before is called Tianji Terrace. He entered the valley when he was eight years old and has lived here for eight years.
After entering the Tianji Pavilion gate, turn west and come to your room.
Li Qianmo crawled onto the bed with difficulty. He was out of breath. He had been bullied frequently in the past eight years, and injuries were commonplace.
He sat down cross-legged, and the true energy in his body slowly moved, reaching all the tendons and major acupoints, and finally returned to the Dantian.
"Hey, why is this breath adjustment so weird?" Li Qianmo was adjusting his breath when he suddenly felt that his true energy was different from the previous state, and he was suddenly confused.
He carefully felt the Qi in his body and found that today's Qi seemed to be much more active than usual, running almost twice as fast. He thought for a long time and couldn't find any reason.
At midnight, Li Qianmo slowly stopped the exercise, jumped out of bed and walked a few steps. He was surprised to find that his body no longer hurt, and his internal injuries were more than half healed. This feeling was really amazing. If it were different,
In the past, it would have taken five or six days of breathing adjustment to recover from such a serious injury.
"What happened today? Why did my injury heal so quickly?" Li Qianmo touched his body in surprise, a little baffled.
When he touched his chest, he felt a round hard thing on his chest. A flash of inspiration seemed to flash in his mind, and he quickly reached into his arms to take out the thing.
The blood-red bead lay quietly in his hand, emitting a dim red light and extremely mysterious.
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