chronicle of court survival

Xia Qing thought that his soul would fly away, but he didn't expect that at the last moment when his consciousness returned to nothingness, he saw the spirit of Penglai.

The cyan, like a cloud, stared at him quietly in the void where no one could see.

Song Guichen specially found the spirit of Penglai from the ruins of the shrine to rebuild the eyes of the formation. In fact, Zhushen exhausted his spiritual power a hundred years ago and only his body remained.

But even if only the body is left, such a spiritual being born in the beginning of time also possesses the power beyond the five elements, and can bring people back to life.

Xia Qing's soul floated in the air, her eyes were scarlet and full of tears.

At this time, a gentle touch came from between the eyebrows.

Xia Qing subconsciously raised his head and stared at it blankly.

He was brought back to Penglai by his master when he was very young. During his childhood, he was accompanied by every plant and tree on Penglai Island.So facing the spirit of Penglai, there is a deep-rooted familiarity and trust.

The spirit of Penglai approached intimately, wiped away his tears as if comforting, and murmured something beside him.

It was just a blurry phantom, and it didn't speak human voice, Xia Qing couldn't understand it.The only thing I know is that when it approached, the sound was soft and soft, like the oleander on the island bloomed and fell in a certain spring.

Xia Qing shuddered and stretched out his hand.

The cyan flowing cloud dissipated between the fingers.

——The spirit of Penglai replaced his demise at the cost of his body.

In the tenth year of the early Yuan Dynasty, winter.

Huaijin Cheung Chau, Danxin faction.

Heavy snow covered the Baishi Road, and the pine trees beside the road were thick and green. Two disciples in white were walking and chatting.

"In today's world, shark demons are rampant, occupying the three continents of Dongzhou, Xingzhou, and Yizhou, killing all human beings, and establishing themselves as kings. The whereabouts of the big monster are ghosts and ghosts, and it is like no one in and out of the people. It kills a village and a city at every turn. Blood flow Chenghe, the people are struggling to survive. A few days ago, the Shangqing Sect launched the Hero Order, inviting monks from all over the world to go to the East Continent to kill the shark monsters. Our sect leader seems to be planning to respond to the call and lead a group of outstanding disciples in the sect to help."

Another person was quite shocked: "Dongzhou? Is the head insane? Who doesn't know that Dongzhou is the stronghold of the shark demons, and the big monsters inside are the most bloody and cruel."

"The head is not crazy. I heard that this time, senior Xue from the Shangqing faction is also planning to make a move."

This person was even more shocked: "Senior Xue?! Fairy Fuguang?"

"Yes, Dongzhou has become more and more rampant in recent years, and Senior Xue probably can't stand it anymore."

"I heard that Senior Xue is also from Penglai."

"Yes."

"Strange, the high priest seems to be from Penglai, why don't they get in touch with each other?"

"Senior Xue's Shangqing sect guards Cangzhou, and the high priest's Xuanyun sect guards Lingguang. It's inconvenient to be separated too far. Shangqing sect and Xuanyun sect are fortunate to be these two sects of cultivation. Without them, The world doesn't know what kind of chaos it will be."

"Well, it's messy enough now."

The wind and snow blow the snow between the pines, and the sky and the earth are clear.

One of them was silent for a moment, then shook his head and sighed: "Ten years ago, who would have thought of the situation today."

"At the beginning, Lingguang was so prosperous, with singing and dancing, peace and dynasties from all over the world, a place of prosperity in sixteen prefectures, who would have expected it to become a ghost town now."

"The folk tales say that on the day the pagoda was broken, the big demon ran out, took the body of Emperor Chu, and endowed the mermaids with strength. Where do you think the demon emperor is now?"

"I don't know, but we should be thankful that the Demon Emperor didn't think about taking revenge on the world, otherwise, how could you and I survive to this day?"

The two chatted and walked to a dilapidated courtyard.

A few plum trees were planted in the courtyard, and the plum trees fell on the snow one after another. The red and white contrasted beautifully.

"Hey! It's time to eat!" One person put the lunch box in front of the firewood house and yelled.

There were many people in the firewood house, beggars in ragged clothes, refugees with hungry stomachs, or casual cultivators with scars all over the place.

Nowadays, big monsters are rampant, and in the troubled times, most of the cultivation sects have the intention of helping the world.

"Dinner..." The old beggar murmured half-dead, and crawled to open the door.But before his hand touched the lunch box, he was already kicked away by the casual cultivator next to him.

The nearly seventy-year-old beggar whimpered and curled up on the ground with his stomach in his arms.

"You old man, what to eat!" Sanxiu triumphantly opened the lunch box, grabbed all the steamed buns in his hand, and put them in his mouth.

The mortal who woke up next to him shivered and leaned against the wall, his face turned blue from hunger, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"Mom, I'm hungry." The seven-year-old girl weakly grabbed the woman's clothes.

Tears welled up in the woman's eyes, she covered her mouth, and whispered, "Be good, be patient." When the monk is full, there will always be some left over.They have lived in fear all year round, and have long been accustomed to cowardice and patience.

In the corner of the firewood room, Xia Qing woke up slowly, and the first thing she heard was such a crying sentence.

He felt that he had slept for a long time, so long that his five senses were a little numb. When he opened his eyes, he saw the damp and moldy beams of the wooden house.The spider web is densely covered, and a moth is struggling in the center of the web.

Inside the house was suppressed whimpering and crying, and outside the house was the vast expanse of snow.

"Crying, why are you crying! I'm eating, it sounds so fucking unlucky, shut up!" Sanxiu held a bun in his mouth, and stared back impatiently, his eyes were blood red, and the sword in his hand had already stabbed He turned to the woman next to Xia Qing.

"Ninny!" The woman cried out, covering her body with her body.

own children.

Xia Qing brushed away the black hair in front of her eyes, and looked up at the loose cultivator coldly.

In the next second, he picked up a piece of gravel and threw it over, hitting the casual cultivator on the wrist.In an instant, the sword fell to the ground, and San Xiu let out a shrill cry.

Everyone in the firewood house was stunned.

Xia Qing supported the wall and stood up. He didn't look at the casual cultivator who fell on the ground, nor did he look at the mother and daughter.

He lowered his eyes and pushed open the half-covered window of the firewood house.

Hurrah, the wind and snow blow in, and the mountains and rivers outside are white and covered in silver.

Xia Qing's stiff thoughts turned slightly, and a trace of doubt appeared in his light brown eyes, where is this place?

But soon, Xia Qing knew the answer.

He is a third-rate comprehension sect in Huaijin Changzhou, the Danxin Sect.

The reason is that when he just woke up and tried to subdue that casual cultivator, the sword intent leaked, which alarmed the leader of the Danxin faction. The leader thought he was some kind of hermit, so he came here specially in panic and treated him as a guest of honor.

Although this development is a bit strange, it is also in line with his wishes.

Xia Qing asked a lot before realizing that he woke up ten years later.

"Senior, do you want to take a rest?" the headmaster asked worriedly.

Xia Qing was preoccupied, shook his head and said, "No, thank you."

He has been bigu a long time ago, and now he is going to find someone.

Breaking through the third form of Wangqing, the laws of heaven and earth can be used, Xia Qing stretched out his hand, twisted the light dust, closed his eyes, and eagerly wanted to trace Lou Guanxue's movements.

But he was doomed to be disappointed.

Lou Guanxue is a god.

How can mortals be able to spy on God's traces?

Xia Qing looked ahead in a daze, then stared down at her palm, thinking: Lou Guanxue should be angry.

Must be angry.

Although he didn't do it voluntarily, it's really too much to just say something like that in front of his face.

He pissed him off.

"..."

Xia Qing suddenly remembered that when Xiao Huoyan brought him to Zhaixing Tower, that idiot with a love brain kept telling him stories, saying "crematorium".

He was cynical and just wanted it to shut up.

Unexpectedly, times have changed—it was him who wanted the crematorium? ! !

What the hell! !His pure and green first love has not yet begun, and he has reached the crematorium first? ? ?