It is strictly forbidden to fall in love

Yun Jue hung the lamp on a tree, and the light cast shadows from the branches, hitting him on the back. He dug several large pits at the foot of the mountain, and dragged the villagers' corpses into them one by one. He also picked up one foot and threw it in. Cheng Bo's body was also dragged into a big pit. There was a heavy bang when it landed, and mud flew onto his face. He didn't stop his movements. After finishing it, he patiently filled up the big holes. Under the candlelight, his shadow looked like a ghost.

He picked up the scattered tablets in the ancestral hall and piled them under a tree, with a few drops of hot lamp oil pattering on them.

Yun Jue thought of his days in Eight Thousand Li these years, he thought of him carrying that little girl named A Chi to Hongtan, thought of Cheng Bo knocking on the coffin board to call him to get up, and the villagers gathered at the foot of the mountain to talk about their parents’ family problems, Several children were running and flying kites on the hillside, and he was sleeping on the roof in the setting sun. All these scenes flashed before his eyes.

When the last handful of soil fell from his hand, the lamp on the tree just happened to be extinguished. In the darkness, there was no expression on the young man's face. The wind blew away the sweat-drenched hair on his forehead, revealing A pair of black eyes of Candle Dragon.

True anger has no sound, no hysteria, it erupts in silence, it surges in silence, like sitting on a mountain watching the sun rise from the east, the black shadow in the sun is the god who is high in mythology, the boy suddenly raised his bow and arrow , An arrow shot him to death, the sun fell into the sea, and the raging fire swept across the world violently, that is called anger.

Yun Jue left Baqianli Village.

The monks in white robes consist of four men and two women. They came to this remote mountain to adopt them. There is such an ancient tradition in the current sects. Every year, some disciples are sent to travel outside the mountain to adopt them. They come as an experience for the disciples. The second is to discover new treasures for cultivation or to collect spiritual herbs and stones for cultivation. Since the establishment of Taoism at the beginning was the result of many monks competing for resources, the adoption of this tradition has been preserved from generation to generation.

As soon as this group of white-robed monks came near the mountain, they felt a strange power in this land, and they suspected that there might be dragon relics in this remote land.Searching all the way, they found a remote mountain village named Baqianli. The people in the village had never seen monks before, and they were very surprised to see them.

On the first night, everyone lived in peace.

The second night was still calm.

On the third night, a white-robed monk found that he had lost a red shark pearl. The shark pearl is a rare treasure in the world, and the red shark pearl is a rare treasure that ordinary monks have never heard of. Steal this red shark bead.

The monk told the people in the village that if no one handed over the red shark beads, they would kill half of the people in the village every night until they were all killed.

On the night of No.11, the monk killed the last man in the village.

And the missing red shark pearl worth more than 200 lives is still missing.Although there was an unpleasant episode, the monks in white robes did not leave the mountain range. They continued to search for the remains of the dragon in the mountain. They did not know that a young man was on the way, but even if they knew, I'm afraid he won't take that country boy seriously.When a strong person cultivates to a certain level, looking at ordinary people is like looking at a group of ants. Who cares about the revenge of an ant?At that time, just stretch out a finger, and you can gently crush him to death, just like they crushed the people in that village.

However, ants can't kill people?

At night, a sleeping monk in white robes suddenly opened his eyes, his brothers and sisters were still asleep, the surroundings were quiet, and something seemed to flash past in the forest.He got up and chased that strange figure. The more he chased, the more he felt that the spiritual power on that thing was abnormally strong. He thought he had encountered some rare spirit beast, so he deliberately slowed down his steps for fear of disturbing the thing. When he got to the edge of a pool of water, the thing suddenly disappeared. He felt strange and looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the red pool in front of him.

The monk walked to the edge of the pool, lowered his head to look, and suddenly two hands stretched out from the pool in front of him and dragged him in with a bang.

Even a monk needs a little time to react, he fell down unexpectedly, the sword on his back was pulled away, and he was dragged into the water by a huge force.It's people!It was a man who caught him!The monk immediately reacted, and the next moment, a voice rang in his ear, "Did you kill the people in that village?"

"Who are you!?" The voice was ghostly, the cultivator couldn't judge the reality of this person for a moment, he was frightened, and the next moment the sword was on his neck.

The man continued: "You tell me what happened that day, and I will let you go."

The cultivator suddenly felt an overwhelming spiritual power coming from behind, and was instantly shocked. Could this person be a cultivator too?He was born in the second sect in the world, but even so, he had never seen such a powerful spiritual power before, half of his arrogance was extinguished immediately, and he didn't have time to think about it for a while, when he felt the sword approaching suddenly, he immediately told everything The person behind him didn't make a sound at all, the monk asked, "Dare to ask which sect's monk you are from? Could it be from the Ziwei Sect? Could it be Brother Xie from the Ziwei Sect?"

The person behind whispered: "Go and ask the dead."

The moment he finished speaking, the monk felt a huge force pulling him down, down, down without stopping, water poured into his mouth and nose, and rushed into the pipe, he struggled violently, life and death were at stake Even the cultivation was useless, the people behind him hugged him tightly like a leech and dragged him down. The water was bottomless, and the smell of blood gushed out from the darkness. In the end, the monk slowly stopped Struggling, he let go of his hand, and the white robe detached from his body, floating up silently and lightly.

Yun Jue let go of his hand. In the pitch-black pool, he watched the corpse slowly sinking, his eyes couldn't tell what it meant, and he started to turn around and swim upstream.

After an unknown amount of time, with a bang, a hand stretched out from the pool, and Yun Jue slowly climbed onto the shore.Exhausted, he spit out the water in his mouth, reached out and took out a large handful of mica mushrooms from his arms and threw them aside. Obviously, the spiritual power that the monk sensed was from this mica mushrooms.

Half of the boy's body was still submerged in the water, and the gloomy moonlight hit him through the woods, "One."

Zhong Qing was awakened by a nightmare.In his dream, he finally found the rumored male protagonist on the street. He just said two words to the male protagonist, similar to "Who are you?" "Who are you?" Suddenly the male protagonist flew into the air It turned into a flying giant dragon, and then the dragon began to breathe fire around the earth, and the mountains, rivers, and seas that burned all turned into white smoke, as if it was the end of the world, and everyone was running for their lives. He stared dumbfounded. Watching the gigantic dragon flying in the sky while spraying, spraying back while saying: "Let you not charge money! Let you not charge money!"

Everyone exploded into brilliant red clouds in the sky, and finally a fireball hit Zhong Qing, who also exploded into a huge firework with a bang.

Zhong Qing, who was sweating profusely, woke up from the dream in an instant, panting heavily, what kind of weird dream does this mother have every day? !Zhong Qing was no longer sleepy, he lit the candle he carried, walked to the stream and washed his face, after he calmed down, he looked at the dark forest in front of him.

Before he heard what the innkeeper said, he went to the teahouse in the town to inquire about Baqianli Village. What moved him was that the owner of the teahouse had really heard of Baqianli.The boss told him that he knew a person surnamed Cheng who lived in Baqianli, and that person would sometimes come down the mountain to buy things that people in the mountains needed. He had dealt with him several times, and the boss pulled Zhong Qing struggled.But when Zhong Qing asked him where the Baqianli Village was, the owner of the teahouse couldn't tell, and only said that it was probably near a mountain range called Shuangpeng Peak.

Just because of his words, Zhong Qing searched around around Shuangpeng Peak for nearly half a month. The Shuangpeng Peak Mountain Range is just a word, it is so fucking big!Let alone people, there is not even a ghost in this place.Zhong Qing was at a loss. This mountain was not only huge, but also had a strange terrain. He sat by the stream and looked up at the cliff standing in the distance, wondering how to get over it?He sat on the rock with his hands down and lost himself in thought. It was really hard for people to live.

At the same moment, on the other side of Shuangpeng Peak, two white-robed monks were searching for something in the forest with their swords on their backs. One said angrily, "He can't run very far!"

A voice suddenly came from a distance, "Senior Brother Ning! Ah Lan is dying!"

The two white-robed monks all turned their heads when they heard the sound, "Brother, go back and look at Alan, I will continue to chase that kid! He can't run away! I must smash his body to pieces!"

The heart-piercing voice was still coming from afar, and the white-robed monk named Brother Ning finally said: "Then I'll go back first, be careful, that kid is not a good guy, you just kill him!"

"it is good!"

The white-robed cultivator named Brother Ning turned around, and he quickly came to the source of the sound. A white-robed cultivator covered in blood was tightly hugging a female cultivator whose neck had been cut off. On the ground, the white-robed female cultivator's eyes were wide open, her expression was extremely ferocious, and she had died.Brother Ning's expression changed, "Alan!"

The monk who was still looking for Yunjue in the distance heard the startled and angry voice of his senior brother behind him, and the fire in his heart jumped up instantly, and he said to the dark forest: "You can't escape, I will kill you , I want to make your life worse than death, I want to wring your head off and seal your soul in a dog, I want you to live forever and never die!"

In the forest, Yun Jue, who was hiding under a dwarf pine, laughed disdainfully when he heard the sound, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his hand pressed hard on the huge blood hole in his abdomen, and the blood flowed continuously from that hole Come out, even a monk with such an injury can't last for half an hour, but the young man can't see any pain on his face, but is so calm and calm that it is frightening. He raised his eyes to look at the distant cliff, and suddenly he came from On the ground beside him pinched a stone in the palm of his hand.

The white-robed monk was still looking for Yun Jue.Logically speaking, it is very easy for a monk to find someone, but for some reason, the spirit chasing technique has no effect on that damned little beast, otherwise the little beast would have died countless times.But he was not in a hurry, the little beast was still going to die, and he wanted to make the little beast suffer in fear and torture before he died. As he walked into the forest, he continued talking, "Do you think you can escape? You just committed suicide. I will also capture your soul, I will burn your soul in a ghost lamp, cut your body into pieces and feed it to the dogs, I want you to see how you die with your own eyes."

Suddenly there was a strange noise in the distance, and the monk immediately chased after hearing the sound.

Yun Jue sat on the tree above his head like a ghost, he watched the white-robed monk walk towards the direction where he just threw the stone, the blood flowed down the tree trunk, he didn't make a sound at all, he Waited patiently.

When the monk came to the cliff, he looked around, and when he raised his hand to light the fire, a person appeared behind him like a ghost. He caught him and jumped off the cliff.

The fire folded overturned and fell to the ground, throwing a spark.

His hands were grabbed, and the monk didn't even have time to control his sword, so he was grabbed by Yun Jue and fell to the bottom of the cliff. The huge impact smashed him to pieces on the spot. Yun Jue pushed him out forcefully at the last moment, and he himself He fell into a waterfall not far away with the help of a huge counter-impact force, and his body was instantly submerged by the water flow. The last scene he saw was the dark sky. In the darkness, he seemed to have that strange dream again. He swam across the boundless galaxy until he came to the place where the sun rose, the golden morning light shone on him, and he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep in it.

By the side of the stream, Zhong Qing was drawing the topographic map of the mountain on the muddy ground. When he was drawing the contour line in a circle, something suddenly rushed into the stream and hit the black spot in front of him on the right. There was a loud bang on the creek stone, and Zhong Qing subconsciously looked up.