The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

"Master, you haven't gone down the mountain for almost a hundred years, how could you have seen him."

"Maybe I'm just getting old."

The voice murmured again; "Maybe, I should go down the mountain and have a look."

"After all, a decision has to be made."

"In my generation, decisions are made."

Qing Hong was a little surprised by Master's decision, but still nodded.

The door of the quiet room was opened, and the old man who hadn't been out for a hundred years stepped out of the door and out of the mountain gate.

Always want to go down the mountain to see and hear.

...

"Senior sister is such a person. She always has a straight face. Sometimes I wonder if she is a wooden person, without any emotion."

Jian 99 held a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, looking at the clear floating clouds in the sky.

Although luck is blocked.

But it can't block the beautiful scenery.

Can not block the clear blue sky.

"really."

Li Wei also thought of the year he stayed on Mount Shu, but he didn't have much communication with Qinghong.

She is the same to everyone, cold and unsmiling.

At this moment, Li Wei placed chess pieces on the stone chessboard in front of him.

On the Go board, there is a series of nine twists and turns, the black pieces block the white pieces, and there is no place for the pieces to be placed.

"Poverty wins."

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Mingche, you won again."

Jian 99 grinned at his hips, and then served out the wine he bought outside the mountain.

Lost the bet again.

The days on the mountain passed like this, playing chess with Jian 99 from time to time, and comprehending the sword energy emanating from Mount Shu from time to time, which would also be beneficial to his practice.

During the period, there was no one to accompany him, so Jian 99 was free.

"It would be great if the days could go on forever, go out to slay demons and slay demons from time to time, and drink some wine from time to time..."

Another half a year passed, and Shushan was going to hold a ceremony.

The whole sect is gathered on the merit platform of Shushan Jianmen.

Performing martial arts, practicing swords——

Today, Li Wei, who was playing chess, felt the throbbing of cause and effect...

The time I stayed in this body has been exhausted.

"Is it today..." Li Wei said softly, but there was a little sadness in his heart.

If cause and effect are involved too much, the connection with the past will become fragile.

Will be out of the 'other me' body, now, the time has come.

Chapter 335 The End of the Ideal

, the strongest Taoist leader: the beginning is a fairy

"The Strongest Daoist: The beginning is a fairy"

Today, in Shushan, Jianmen, there is a sword dance ceremony, gongs and drums are loud, firecrackers are ringing, and swords are humming.

The sword dance formed by the mighty disciples of Shu Mountain really has a soul-stirring beauty.

There is also a sense of monstrous sharpness.

Unknowingly, the sky darkened, and drifting dark clouds covered the sky.

Dark clouds obscured the sun.

At this time, a skinny old lady with white hair came up from under the mountain gate, and beside her was Qing Hong who was standing by her sword.

Ming Ming is old, but his eyes are full of spirit, like sharp swords.

This is the first time Li Wei saw her, the current head teacher of Shushan.

The last one of this Shushan sword dance is her.

Raise the sword and point to the sky.

Shushan Sword Dance.

Intention to the sky --

When the sword points to the sky.

All the storms and thunderstorms turned into silence.

Shushan, after all, did it.

in this generation.

Slash demons, eliminate demons.

And it seems that the existence above the sky will not be too unexpected.

Cutting off the dragon veins of Shushan is to know the sword of Shushan and what the purpose of Shushan is.

Everyone knows it.

There was no reaction from the sky, it seemed to cut off the dragon vein of Shushan, which was also an attitude of contempt and contempt.

Maybe it's the beings in the sky who don't think that these short-lived 'sword immortals' can cause any disturbances.

Short life, too rigid, and easy to break.

The accumulation from generation to generation is nothing more than that, and it is even poorer than when Shushan Jianmen was first started.

The number of people is even rarer.

Now, in the name of dancing the sword, pointing to the sky with the sword.

It's audacity.

It is the mayfly shaking the tree.

"It's the day, the head of Shu Mountain, Qing Yi, here, I ask the heavens to accept my three swords."

Under the wind and lightning, the aged head was as tiny as an ant.

The old head of Qingyi remained motionless, but the simple long sword in his hand was pointing at the clouds in the sky.

"It's a sword."

As soon as Qing waved the long sword in his hand, phantoms floated out of it.

That is what Qing Yi saw and heard while traveling around the world not long ago.

These mortal experiences are all turned into a sword.

........

"Daddy, I'm hungry. Those uncles took our food, when will they return it?"

"Don't worry kid, I won't be hungry again soon, I won't be hungry soon, I have delicious broth today, I won't be hungry again..."

"Really...really? We don't even have food, so how can we eat meat?"

"real..."

A pot of delicious broth was served in the pot.

But it was a pot of broth brought by the neighbor in the windy and cold outside.

The neighbor's aunt's eyes were red, and her hand holding the fresh broth was still shaking.

Why, Auntie is crying?

Then, my mother came out of the kitchen, holding a pot of broth in her hand, which also exuded a fragrance.

She passed by the neighbor's aunt and sent the broth to the neighbor's house.

"Why does Auntie have to drink broth with Mother?"

the boy asked in a low voice.

And ah.

Sister, where did she go?

Many, many questions.

The feeling of hunger invaded the boy's brain.

I can't handle that much anymore...

All he had left in front of him was the delicious broth, and after taking a sip of the soup, the feeling of warmth and fullness in the boy's belly already made him a little...

Fascinated.

"Delicious, really delicious... just... just a little... sour..."

"But the meat is really delicious, and the stomach can be full."

The young man ate deliciously.

There were tears on his face.

Why, are you crying?

...

The image of the boy crying hangs upside down in the sky, and the drops of tears fell into the hearts of all Shushan Taoists.

what is he eating

Why is the neighbor swapping the broth with the mother?

The answer is obvious....

"The seasons come and go,

Harvest failure. "

"Hungry is everywhere, changing children to eat."

"It was the same a hundred years ago, and it will be the same a hundred years later. The so-called rotation of the sky has basically not changed."

"Dare to ask the heavens, the weather will not change for a hundred years, and it will be bleak for a hundred years. The drought will get more dry, the waterlogged will get more waterlogged, the cold will get colder, and the hot time will get hotter. Is it really the way to balance the weather?"

A desolate sword expresses the suffering and bitterness of the world of mortals.

The existence above the clouds in the sky did not respond, there was only endless silence, and there was a violent and boundless thunder cloud aura.

Hongchen's Sword of Pain did not cause any reaction.

At this time, Qing repeatedly struck out a sword.

This sword also caused an upside-down reflection in the sky.

Those are ghosts and evil creatures biting human bodies, using human hearts, flesh and blood.

to replenish itself.

Demons and demons are in chaos, the earth is in chaos, yin, yang, yin and yang, evil ghosts, Shura, imps, hungry ghosts, zither girls, water ghosts, long-bubble ghosts...

But all the monsters whose names can be handed over are everywhere on this land, and the group of demons dances wildly, which is the carnival of the group of demons.

Inside the imperial city, protected by the magic energy of the real dragon and protected by weapons and weapons, monsters cannot approach, or at least fear.

Outside the imperial city, these monsters are gathering, frenzied joy, even with the sword fairies of Shushan and some folk alchemists, they can't alleviate their chaos, they can only let them destroy the village To destroy the village, everyone is in danger.