When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

Above the misty blue waves, there is an island shrouded in mist.Seen from the sea, the island is only a few feet in radius, and its true face cannot be seen clearly due to the haze. When you step into it, you feel suddenly enlightened. You can see that there are many mountains on the island. The pines and cypresses can hardly hide the majestic mountains, while the slow ones are full of lush trees, blooming flowers, and exotic flowers and grasses are all over the mountains.Several water waterfalls hang upside down like bead curtains, splashing hundreds of meters of water mist, and a few auspicious animals walk and take a rest in the forest, looking very contented.

In a green courtyard at the top of the peak, a young man is sitting upright. He looks like he is in his twenties. He is wearing a black Taoist robe. The sleeves are fluttering with the wind, which makes him handsome and handsome.

"Brother Dao."

A call interrupted the young man's meditation, he slowly opened his eyes, and smiled at the Taoist boy in front of him, "But the ancestor has left the customs?"

"Exactly. Brother Hongming, please go before the ancestor."

Hong Ming didn't say much, he picked up Yubu and walked towards the main hall.

When I came to the hall, I saw a person sitting on a high platform with fluttering sleeves, black beard and hair, who seemed to be over forty.Seeing Hong Ming entering, he turned his eyes, his eyes were like the breeze and bright moon, untainted by the world.

When Hong Ming saw it, he immediately beamed with joy, "Congratulations to the ancestor for becoming a baby!"

The Taoist Nian Xu laughed, "I have just become a baby, and there are still countless years before Xuanlei breaks the body. The road is hard, but it is not easy." After that, he looked at Hong Ming, "Looking at your realm, but your wish has been fulfilled?"

Hong Ming happily replied, "A hundred years ago, I returned home and sent my mother to bury her. Now the mortal world has been wiped out, and there is no more concern."

"Good!" The Taoist smiled and nodded. "Now that you have all the acupuncture points in your body, are you ready to turn Qi into a pill?"

"I have been preparing for ten years, and my Dao heart has been condensed. I just need to report to my ancestors, and then I will retreat." Hong Ming replied respectfully, with full confidence in his words.

"Although you are extremely talented, you lack experience. When you are waiting to condense your pills, you need to be alert to the demons in your heart, and don't hurt your own morality."

"Abide by the decrees of the ancestors."

After bidding farewell to ancestor Xu Fu, Hong Ming stepped out of the hall. 200 years ago, the ancestor sent a fairy boy to the door, gave his father medicine pills to heal his stubborn illness, and gave him gold, silver, brocade and silk to protect his family's prosperity.After settling the family affairs, he came to Penglai Xiandao with Xiantong and worshiped under the seat of his ancestor.After more than a hundred years of meditation and cultivation, now he has achieved great success, and he is only one step away from congealing pills.

A hundred years is like the snap of fingers, and now both his parents have passed away, and he has no worries in the world. He only needs to condense into Yuandan, and his life will be extended for thousands of years. His cultivation level is comparable to that of a land god. .This way of cultivating immortals is already a thoroughfare.It's just that I don't know what the old ancestor said about the inner demons, he has already eliminated all emotions, so where did the inner demons come from?Smiling proudly, Hong Ming fled to his own quiet room with wind blowing under his feet.

Burning incense to dispel dust, sitting cross-legged with respectful face, facing north and facing south, Hongming sat down on the couch, his eyes were slightly closed, his lips and teeth were facing each other, and his tongue was touching the roof of his mouth.Now all the acupoints and meridians in his whole body are connected, as long as he enters into concentration, he can infuse the vitality of the heavens and the earth into his body. After condensing the five elements in the body, turning the energy into a pill, he can enter the realm of Yuandan in one fell swoop.

However, entering meditation today is not as clear as the Lingtai in the past, with no distracting thoughts in mind.When he closed his eyes and looked at the internal organs, Hong Ming suddenly felt a thick fog in the altar, which enveloped his spiritual thoughts, and a scene appeared in the fog in an instant.

It was a mortal mansion, the moon was covered by dark clouds outside the window, the indoor lights were as green as beans, and the furnishings in the room were shabby, and a boy was lying on the couch in the middle, only about thirteen or fourteen years old, his limbs were curled up, his face was red, his whole body was trembling and unkempt , hissing and screaming, seeing that he was dying.In front of his couch, there was another thin and frail child, trembling and hiding from the couch, with a frightened face, as if he didn't dare to go forward.This scene lasted for an hour, and the boy slowly stopped moaning, his bruised wrist was hanging on the edge of the couch, and he stopped moving and stopped breathing.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Hong Ming felt a pain in his heart, but he didn't know why.Who is this boy?Why does such a scene appear when the gas is condensed?It's just a mortal life and death, why should he take it to heart?Just as he was hesitating, another scene emerged in the fog.

It was the same boy, only a few years older, and turned into a handsome gentleman, dressed in deep crimson clothes, sitting in a wide courtyard with a blank expression on his face. He fell to the ground and was bound with ropes.During the pushing and shoving, he was dragged out of the mansion together with several others, pushed to the ground, and smashed with sticks, his skin was torn apart, blood was flying, and he died in a short time.The group of soldiers took out the seal, stuck it on the door of the courtyard behind them, and walked away with the old man who looked like a family leader.

Hong Ming was even more surprised and suspicious, why is it him again!Who is he?I left Central Earth at the age of six and came to Penglai, where have I seen such a person, why does his ghost linger when I enter the samadhi?At this time, the scenery in the fog changed for the third time. It was still the boy, but this time there was no bloody scene. He turned his head slightly, his apricot eyes seemed to be looking directly at Hong Ming's eyes, and a soft smile appeared on his lips. He said, what a pillar...

Hong Ming froze in place.Pillar?After he entered Taoism, he gave up his worldly name. Who knew that his real name was Xu Zhu, and who dared to call a Taoist monk by his real name!A piercing pain surged up, and Hong Ming stretched out his hand to cover his chest.No... This is not right, he is still in meditation, how could he do this action?How could it be possible to be so disturbed?What is this, is it a demon? !

The scene changed again, he staggered a few steps, Hong Ming stepped into the fog involuntarily, and a courtyard came into view, he stumbled and walked in the courtyard, until a small figure suddenly appeared in front of him, it was not... young yourself?He had been to this courtyard when he was young?How could he...

The scene in front of him began to shake continuously, and scenes that he had never seen before flashed in his mind.

Gripped firmly by a big hand, she looked back at her crying mother who was sitting in the mud; kneeling on the couch, a cold and hard object was stuffed into her body;

Standing by the couch with a wet towel, the boy with apricot eyes blushed and lost his gaze, and said to him, "I'm so envious"; looking up, the Dao boy standing on the flying sword raised his eyebrows and sneered;

A wooden box was held in his palm, from which he pulled out a dagger gleaming with cold light; standing outside the high wall, the moonlight was hazy, and the door concealed the light green figure;

Blood slid down the palm of his hand, sticky liquid dripped on the ground, only half of the broken blade was left in his hand; there were still whip shadows flying, and pools of blood were everywhere.In the chaos, a clear voice whispered to him with a chuckle: Brother, I hope you can avenge yourself, fly far away, and never fall into a cage again.

Hong Ming felt his eyes dimmed, his fingers trembling slightly, and all the illusions disappeared again, only the young self in front of him stretched out his hand, holding the hand of another boy, the boy he had seen three times.He called him, brother.

Teng Teng took two steps back, Hong Ming stared straight ahead in a daze.Big brother...he remembered, those five years, all kinds of hardships, the only friend who treated him sincerely, how could he forget? !But if that is true, what are these hundreds of years?How did he get it?What about the pill he will become?

A voice shouted from the bottom of his heart, "Wake up! All this is nothing but a fantasy, haunted by demons! You are extremely talented. You grew up in Penglai since you were a child. Your mother has long since passed away. You haven't set foot in Middle Earth for a hundred years. Where did the friend come from?!"

Another voice retorted, "If it weren't for that person, you would have been humiliated and died in a high house. How can you get your dignity and your life?!"

"Don't you want to forget about your hundred years of pure cultivation? Are you willing to see your biological mother die tragically and you fall into such a miserable situation?!"

"That's what you have experienced in this life! What noble practice, what dying, if you don't even dare to face your own experience, what kind of avenues and cultivation bases are you talking about? A hundred years of pure cultivation... Hahaha~~ Do you still remember to cultivate yourself? What is the law, what is the way?"

I... I... Hong Ming's lips trembled slightly, and his mind was at a loss.Yes, what kind of Tao is he cultivating?All Taoist techniques have been swept away in the past hundred years. He has clearly opened his acupuncture points and reached the peak, so how could he not know which technique he is practicing?

At this time, his hand sank suddenly, Hong Ming lowered his head and found a long sword fell into his hand.I saw that the whole body of the sword was golden yellow, as if the scorching sun was in the sky, surrounded by scales, towering and winged, like waves of flowing water, a surge of enlightenment came to his heart, his body trembled slightly, "I am the sword cultivator, this is Tai A Immortal sword, my natal magic weapon... all of this is true, because of what the Gao family has experienced, and because of the loss of my mother and friends, I chose to learn swords, and then..."

"Hahaha!" The voice that scolded just now suddenly changed its tone and became gentle and considerate. "So what if it's true? If you hadn't entered the Gaofu, the boy would have died of illness, or died of the catastrophe of ransacking his family and destroying his family. Whether you go or not, how much can you change?"

"This is a fallacy." The voice of the stern retort also softened, "If there is no going back and forth, where is the tenacity of the Taoist heart? Wouldn't it be great to exchange three to five years of mental perseverance on the road of practice?"

"So, that person is just a key barrier, a tempering of the heart? Hahaha, then you should relax your mind and don't be misled by the demons in your heart."

"The fate is like this, so it should be done. Don't you also leave him behind and walk alone for more than two hundred years. How long is the road to cultivation, and how much is the life of a mortal worth?"

"Let go! Let go!" The two voices merged together, like thunder blasting in the brain. "Luck is like fertile soil, life is like the sky, and the heart of Tao is just a lonely boat! Don't be locked up by the fate of the world, cut off the seven emotions, and eliminate the six desires, you will not be hurt by foreign objects and trapped by the past!"

Hong Ming gritted his teeth and shook his head slightly, "No...I don't..."

"Nothing?! Do you want to turn into loess in a hundred years, want to go crazy and fall into madness? Everything is obsessed with what you want in your heart. If you don't let go now, when will you wait?!"

"Shut up!!" The sharp blade in Hong Ming's hand buzzed with golden light, and the sword light pierced through the air, "Why do you want to forget! How can you forget!"

"Hahaha!" The voice laughed wildly, "Why don't you let it go! You hate it? You can complain? You are angry? You can regret it? Why don't you let it go?"

"I...I..." Hong Ming felt a sweetness in his throat, and spit out a mouthful of blood. "I can't forget, because... because..."

The scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and Hong Ming looked intently, only to feel that his eyes were about to burst.In the main courtyard of Gao's house, a skinny old man was yelling loudly, and two house slaves were holding whips, whipping the person in front of him.One was her young self, with tears all over her face, blood all over her body, and no good meat left on her back.The other is... is...

The long whip lashed at the light green dark clothes, causing it to tremble slightly, but he didn't move, allowing the whip to tear his own flesh and blood.Can no longer listen, can no longer move, can no longer show a slight smile...

"what!!!"

Hong Ming let out a long cry, Tai Ah in his hand rushed towards several people in the field, like thunder, golden light flashed, his head flew in an instant, blood splashed on the ground, just a few breaths, no one in the field could stand.

"Well done! Is it very satisfying to kill the enemy with your hands?"

Hong Ming's figure swayed, his knees softened and he knelt down in the pool of blood all over the ground, and his trembling fingertips caressed the cold face on his upper body and his lower body, only to see that the man's remains were as if he had been alive, with a faint smile on his lips.A drop of warm liquid dripped on his fair face, Hong Ming was startled, and stretched out his hand to wipe it off. He never thought that the liquid would fall more and more, and the color of the drops was bright red, which made that handsome face seem to be weeping blood.

"You've got revenge, maybe you let it go?" the voice asked sharply.

"Big revenge..." Hong Ming gently wiped his cheeks, only to see that his hands were full of bright red, "200 years ago... the ancestor helped me..."

"Then why are you still unwilling?! Could it be that you resent the ancestor for saving you too late? If he could have come five years earlier, you could have made you ignorant of this person. If the fairy boy could take you away that night, you could have missed this scene." ..."

"No... It's a blessing in my life to meet him, and I have no regrets to be able to accompany him to the end of my life." Hong Ming looked at the smile on the corner of his best friend's lips, his words choked up, "He, he should also have no regrets." regret……"

"Then what exactly is it that you can't let go of?" The voice suddenly became a little hissing, "But it's a pity that you didn't live and die with him?"

Hong Ming shook, his shoulders drooping slightly.

"He died for you, but you embarked on a fairy road. You have hundreds of thousands of lifespans, but he died before the crown ceremony. His life was miserable and tortured, but you turned these hardships into experiences to improve your self-cultivation. For...all of this, are you willing?"

"I practice Taoism for..."

"You cultivate the Tao for strength, but even if you succeed in Yuandan and become immortal, can you still turn back time and save your mother and dear friend who died for you?"

"The sword in my hand..."

"The sword in your hand can kill countless big repairs and monsters, but where is the person you want to protect? Can you still tell me your name?"

"I can cut off..."

"Cut off the shackles all over your body, break open the cage, and escape from the sky? Which step you are taking now is not dictated by the destiny, and which step is not determined by the destiny. When will you be able to cut off, and when will you be able to escape?"

"I..." Hong Ming's figure swayed again, his shoulders slumped.

On his shoulders, two long golden chains emerged, circling around his figure, tightly binding his limbs, and he could no longer move an inch.

"You just benefited from chance, and you were lucky enough to have the destiny. Ask yourself, what kind of immortal are you cultivating! What kind of Tao are you asking! What kind of longevity are you seeking!"

In the courtyard, blood was flowing all over the ground, gold chains were like weaves, and the sound of angry reprimands was like rolling thunder. A man in black knelt between the red and gold, looking at the old friend who passed away in front of him, his body was crumbling, but he couldn't move a bit.