Uncle Beauty insists on setting up a villain

It was already early spring, and the halfway up the mountainside of Bufeng Mountain was shrouded in white mist.

Looking up, the top of the mountain is hidden in the clouds, and you can vaguely see majestic and solemn buildings. If you want to look carefully, you can't see their real appearance.

This mountain used to be a famous fairy mountain nearby.

Hundreds of years ago, many immortal cultivators came here to climb the mountain to enter Bufeng Mountain, but only a few of them could reach the top of the mountain.

Even if it is a harsh selection of one in a hundred, the accumulation of thousands of years is enough to make the fairy gates of the Bufeng Mountain line gradually grow, and the crowds are like a market.

This glorious history came to an abrupt end one day 200 years ago.

According to the rumors heard by the elders in the village from the previous generation, during the few days when Dazong Xianmen had an accident, the top of Bufeng Mountain had been shrouded in an ominous mist.

It was so dark that it made people feel gloomy.

Then that day, a domineering wave oscillated from the top of the mountain, forcing them, ordinary people, to run away with their heads in their hands. When everyone looked up, countless immortal disciples fell from the top of the cloud, just like dumplings, falling down .

Since then, the name of Bufengshan Dazong Xianshan has been gradually forgotten in front of everyone's eyes. No one dares to come to Bufengshan to seek entry into the fairy gate, because there are no immortals on this mountain, and some are just a half-demon and half-immortal. big devil.

It is said that this big devil was originally a member of the immortal sect, and he was also the younger brother of the head of the immortal sect of Bufengshan. He killed the head of the immortal sect and drove all the disciples of the immortal sect out of Bufengshan. Fengshan is full of spiritual energy to help him practice.

The little boy with a ball head was listening to the old man telling a story. She held her cheeks in her hands and stared at Bufengshan curiously.

A white figure slowly descended from the mountainside shrouded in clouds and mist. When the boy blinked again, the figure on the mountainside had disappeared. The next second, he appeared directly on the path not far away, walking slowly towards this side.

The little boy was frightened, so she hurriedly hid behind the old man, showing half of her head timidly, and looked at the man in white who was slowly approaching.

The man in white wears a veiled bamboo hat and a plain white long gown, except for a short emerald green bamboo around his waist, which adds a little different color to the pure white.

As if sensing the boy's fear, the man in white stopped when he walked in front of the boy. He raised his hand and touched the two balls on the boy's head. The caramel wrapped in leaves is gently handed to the child.

In the tea booth on the side, a sonorous and rough voice was faintly heard, and it was also describing the incident 200 years ago.

It's just that the story told by this person is more detailed than what the old man outside wants to tell.

"Sect Master Yunming is about to become immortal. He made all preparations in advance and arranged for all his disciples to guard the mountain gate, leaving only his most trusted junior to stand by and help him through the three days of weakness during the three days of becoming a god."

"I don't think that his senior brother has a small heart, and he has long held grudges against the head of Yunming because of various trivial matters. Seeing that I have practiced for many years and there is no hope of becoming a god, my senior brother has always been ascension with the help of a god. When Yun Ming's head, Yuhua, was weak, he suddenly launched a attack!"

"How did the head of Yunming know that the closest people around him would treat him like this, and he was injured by Huaichen when he was negligently guarded. When the disciples of Yunming who were guarding the mountain gate noticed something strange, they rushed to Yunming's bedroom At that time, there was a sea of ​​blood everywhere! Broken limbs!"

"That Huai Chen has gone crazy, bewitched, and even forcibly cut his senior brother into seven segments! Yun Ming's disciples want to seek justice for their master, but none of them are Huai Chen's opponents. It turns out that Huai Chen took away Yun Ming's cultivation, shook all the disciples of the immortal sect down the clouds, and fell into the mortal world, never to be able to climb up this Bufeng Mountain again!"

What the storyteller said was filled with righteous indignation and powerful, and the passers-by who listened to the book were shocked into silence, all shocked by the past events in the fairy mountain.

The man in white leaned on the wooden pillar of the tea pavilion, crossed his chest and listened to the story.

The storyteller raised his head and poured a cup of tea to quench his thirst. His eyes swept across the crowd, as if trying to figure out their reaction.

Everyone in the tea booth was immersed in the story, and it took a while for someone to come back to their senses. One of them raised his hand excitedly, as if he had something to say.

The storyteller nodded, letting him speak freely.

The person who asked the question was a nearby villager who lived in a small mountain village not far from here.

"Why seven segments? I counted the hands, feet, and head, and it seems that they can only be cut into six segments?"

A passer-by echoed: "It doesn't mean that immortals can leave their bodies and be born in nirvana. Even if the body of the master is destroyed, he won't just disappear so easily, right?"

The storyteller ignored the first question. It's not that she couldn't answer, it's just that she couldn't say the answer to that question.

"Hui Chen took away the master Yunming's cultivation and destroyed the physical body of the master Yunming, how could he let the master's spiritual consciousness go! This villain locked the master Yunming's spiritual consciousness in Jiuyou Abyss! He even suppressed it with his own true spirit, making Master Yun Ming unable to stand up forever!"

As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, the villager replied, "This is indeed a little bit broken."

The passers-by next to him showed surprise eyes: "Is this just a little bit bad? This person has no conscience!"

At this moment, the man in white who was leaning against the door of the tea pavilion sneered inappropriately.

The sound is not loud, but it is enough for the storyteller to hear clearly.

The storyteller looked at him: "Brother, why are you laughing?"

"Nothing, I just thought it was funny."

"If you put your story in other places and tell it to those rare and strange people, maybe you can still receive their sympathy, the crowd will be excited, and they will fight for you. However, the place you are in now is not Fengshan."

"This is the foot of Bufeng Mountain. Who dares to stay here, who is not a vicious and vicious person who is notorious, and still cares about your boring story?"

The storyteller turned cold.

After being reminded by the man in white, the villagers living here began to tell their own stories.

"That's not true. I think that when I was outside, it was a ghost that everyone was afraid of."

"There are hundreds of people who died in vain under my hands. At that time, I was so jealous, I chopped off one, and two chopped off a pair! That's blood flowing into rivers, and sorrow is everywhere."

"But I'm stopping now, and I'm just doing a small business here. My bun shop is not far away. If you are hungry, you are welcome to go there to buy buns. It costs two cents a piece, and there is no deception. "

It's just that the stranger who was passing by here to rest heard that his hands under the table shook again and again, and hurriedly packed his bags and prepared to slip away.

The proprietress of the tea booth stopped him: "Hey! You haven't paid for the tea yet!"

Passers-by hastily dropped a few pennies, not counting how much they gave, and ran away towards the main road as if fleeing.

The proprietress happily put away the tea money and began to tell her own story.

"When I was young, I was bestowed with the name Harrier and Golden Scorpion by Taoism. There was nothing very special about it, but I was good at poisoning people's tea invisibly."

"But none of the people I don't like can live long enough for me to see him for a second time. It's just that, after accidentally poisoning a royal family member to death, he became a wanted criminal by the court, so he could only escape to this place Open such a small teahouse."

After the proprietress of the tea pavilion finished speaking, the rest of the brave passers-by also started to pack their luggage, but they were a little calmer than the previous one. Before leaving, they put the tea money on the table before they left. ran away.

The proprietress swept the tea money on the table into her palm, and began to count the copper coins skillfully.

What they didn't notice was that the storyteller and the man in white had disappeared in this small teahouse since some time ago, without a trace.

Bamboo forest in the distance.

The man in white stood between the proud and tall green bamboos, he took off a bamboo leaf casually, made the sharp green leaf whirl in his palm, and then shot towards a position obliquely behind.

The storyteller who followed had no choice but to show up to avoid Fei Ye. She stood behind the man in white and looked at him quietly.

"Long time no see, Huai Chen."

The storyteller removed her disguise, revealing her true colors.

200 years have passed like a passing time. The young girl who was slim in those days now has fine lines all over the corners of her eyes, showing her old age.

Although she is a cultivator of immortals, she has not reached the highest level after all, she just can live hundreds of years longer than ordinary people.

Immortal cultivators can age slowly, but not forever. Only those who have entered the Mahayana realm can keep their faces forever at the moment when they ascended the realm, and will never age again.

Such as Huaichen.

Yang Zhifu thought bitterly, even if Huai Chen had always maintained the youthful appearance of that year, with his shameful, always hidden appearance, he might still be ugly and even uglier!

Ever since Yang Zhifu joined Yun Ming's sect to practice immortality, among the disciples of the younger generation, no one had seen Huai Chen's appearance.

He is always dressed in white and covers his face with a white mask, only showing his eyes and mouth.

Yang Zhifu sacrificed her weapon, carefully guarding against Huai Chen.

"In 200 years, I'm old, but I don't know if you can still cultivate with peace of mind while you're here on Bufeng Mountain? You're not afraid at all that Master Yun Ming will come into your dreams in the middle of the night and seek your life!"

Huai Chen looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "I'm afraid of him? If that dog dares to come, I dare to kill him again in my dream!"

"Huaichen! How can you be so peaceful!"

Yang Zhifu swung her sword towards Huai Chen, Huai Chen tapped the ground lightly in the air, walking Yang Zhifu like a play.

"You were no match for me back then, so don't even try to hurt me now. Yang Zhifu, if you can..."

Huai Chen's face suddenly changed, and he flew to land not far behind Yang Zhifu, surprised that there seemed to be a golden core in his body concentrating all his magic power, trapping the aura around it firmly, preventing him from Then use the fairy method.

There was a familiar footstep approaching slowly behind him, Huai Chen turned his head and found that it was his disciple Fu Jiu.

In fact, he wasn't his disciple, Huai Chen had never admitted that Fu Jiu was his disciple, but this Fu Jiu had a very thick skin, brazenly surrounded him all the time, called him Master Master, and refused to change his words no matter what.

Normally, Huai Chen didn't like to see Fu Jiu very much, but now seeing Fu Jiu felt a lot more at ease. He tried his best to hold up his painful body, and wanted Fu Jiu to take him out of here first.

Yang Zhifu sneered, she looked at Huai Chen pretending to be calm, and shouted to Fu Jiu who had just arrived.

"Yun Ting, hurry up and pay your respects to your Uncle Huai Chen!"