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The moon has set, the sun has not yet risen, and a new day begins. 【】

Huang'andi Town slowly woke up from its sleep, and faint light smoke began to rise from the corners of one house after another, the sound of men yawning and complaining, the sound of women muttering dissatisfaction, and the sound of children being beaten by their parents sounded in all corners of the town. It makes the town suddenly a little more noisy, and also brings a touch of vitality to the quiet town.

This is not at all like a town in the fairy world, but it is no different from a small town in the countryside of the mortal world, desolate, closed, and quiet. In fact, perhaps the biggest difference here compared to the mortal country town is the rich aura of heaven and earth and the quaint architectural style.

Like those mortal towns, the people here are simple and simple, living a dull life of sunrise and sunset.

There are actually many such towns in the fairy world. In these small towns, they are inhabited by the natives of the fairy realm who have no hope of cultivation. They are either limited to talent, or limited to resources, or lack of exercises, and very few people can break through the Mahayana period to the heavenly barrier of true immortals and become real monks in the immortal realm. Throughout their lives, these people can only be trapped at the peak of the Mahayana period or the late Mahayana period, and some people with particularly poor qualifications may not even be able to break through the Mahayana period, and they can only cultivate in the Yuan Infant period for the rest of their lives, becoming the lowest level of the immortal world.

In fact, the immortal realm is known as a trillion monks, but in fact, it does not include these people. From birth to death, in thousands of years of life, most of the time, they are like the most ordinary mortal peasants, no one cares about their life or death, no one cares about their state of existence, as if they don't exist at all.

Of course, among these low-level aborigines who don't know how many trillions in total, there will occasionally be one or two "amazingly talented" geniuses who can break through to the realm of true immortals in thousands of years, and can take refuge in some small sects, or join a small force and become a low-level disciple among them. Although these sects and forces are actually not in the immortal world at all, these people will immediately become the most envied and praised objects in the entire town, and their family situation will also be greatly improved.

However, the lucky ones who can have this kind of good fortune are very rare in these small towns, and the vast majority of people, if they want to change their living environment, there is only one way out: men, go to those large or small sects and forces, to be slaves, to be domestic servants, and to work hard for themselves in exchange for a pitiful reward; Women, who are beautiful, do everything possible to become the confinement and mistress of some "big people", and those who are worse in appearance will become other people's servants, although the income is small and pitiful, it is much better than being trapped at home for a lifetime. 【】

The remuneration received by these people will not only become an important source of change in the life of the family, but also become a support for the cultivation of the next generation of promising people. After all, even in some small sects, if you have more contact with the "upper" and "mainstream" of the fairy world, you can always broaden your horizons or get some new exercises or resources, maybe you can change the living state of the next generation.

And if one or two of these people are valued by the sect or power they are involved in, and can achieve the status of the middle level or even the head of the sect's servants, they will not only greatly improve the living standard of their families, but also immediately become the focus of everyone's envy and become the "big man" in the town.

For this purpose, these low-level aborigines gradually gathered, took care of each other, and communicated with each other, gradually forming small towns.

And Huang'andi Town is one of these hundreds of millions of small towns. And different from other small towns, the location of Huang'andi Town, the distance from the largest sect within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, Luojianmen, is only less than 10,000 miles away, relying on this innate advantage, Huang'andi Town has had hundreds of people serving as miscellaneous servants in Luojianmen in the past 10,000 years, and three people have successfully become high-level servants.

And these three people did not live up to everyone's expectations, not only took their parents to a big town near the sect and lived a happy life, but also helped the neighbors many times, and introduced more people to Luojianmen to work.

Relying on unremitting efforts little by little, in the past few thousand years, there have been three juniors in the town who have successfully broken through the true immortal realm and entered the mainstream of the immortal world in one fell swoop, and have been accepted by the immortal world.

Because of this, this town has become a well-known feng shui treasure, and more and more aborigines scattered in the corners and mountains and forests have come here, making the scale of Huang'andi Town continue to expand and the number of people continues to increase.

Today, this small town, which originally had only more than 100 households, has more than 3,000 households. They thrive here, live a dull but somewhat difficult life here, and their only expectation is that through their own efforts, they will be favored by the people in the sect, so that their descendants will also have a chance to get ahead.

Therefore, they set up a small school in the town, and the old man Hou Renzhi, who had reached the late Mahayana realm hundreds of years ago, served as a teacher and taught the most basic exercises to future generations, hoping that they would one day soar to the sky.

For thousands of years, like thousands of similar towns, Huang'andi Town has been living in such ordinary, peaceful and hopeful years, and no one would have thought that disaster would befall them on this morning.

Hou Renzhi is more than 3,000 years old this year, and he can already be regarded as an old man in the town, with extremely high cultivation and very sincere and enthusiastic treatment of people. When he was young, he worked as a slave in the Falling Sword Gate for a while, and it is said that he also achieved the position of a low-level steward, but in the end he returned to the town and never went out again. He has never married in his life, and he will not have offspring, but for the younger generations in the town, he is like taking care of his own descendants, and he is patient and strict. The experience of his youth greatly broadened his horizons and knowledge, and with the teaching of the Fa, two of the three true immortals who walked out of the town were taught by him.

Because of this, he became one of the most respected people in this town.

As usual, the sun had not yet risen, and a trace of fish belly white had just appeared in the east, so Hou Renzhi packed his bags and strolled towards the school.

Hou Renzhi was wearing a very simple one, a cyan robe, and the fabric was just the most common fire cloth, not a high-end color, and it was already a little worn, but it was cleaned cleanly, and he simply pulled a hair on his head and pinned it with a silver hairpin. The well-cut robe, and this simple hairpin make it look neat and stable, as well as a bit of fairy demeanor.

Everyone in the town knows that Mr. Hou has always been like this, every time he appears in front of people, he will clean up, which makes people feel good when they see it. It is said that this is a habit he developed when he was a servant in the Luojian Sect, and those high-ranking sects do not allow any rude and rude people in their own sects.

It's just that I don't know why, when I drink a lot, there is a faint bitterness between Hou Renzhi's eyebrows, but it is this bitterness that makes him look more mature and has a different taste. Don't look at the fact that he is more than 3,000 years old, but with this outfit and this calm demeanor, he has become the object of admiration of many women. For so many years, many people have wanted to be a matchmaker for him, but I don't know why, but he rejected it with a smile.

Now, Hou Renzhi is walking on the widest main street in the town, with a faint bitter taste between his eyebrows, but he is thinking about what to tell those children today.

At present, there are already three cultivators in his school who are teaching from the early to the middle Mahayana period, and are responsible for teaching some basic exercises to the younger generations. The juniors who are studying in the school have now reached more than 100, the oldest is nearly 500 years old, and the youngest is just a child who is just seven years old.

Such a hodgepodge of students is difficult to manage and teach, but Hou Renzhi's heart is relatively satisfied. Because in this group of juniors, there are a few children who are very talented, less than fifty years old, there are already signs of breaking through to the late Yuan Infant period, in the small town, these people are simply rare geniuses, as long as the Fa is taught, given time, I dare not say that I will be able to advance to the true immortal, but to reach the late Mahayana stage or even the peak of Mahayana, there is no pressure at all, at least after my death, I don't have to worry about teaching and learning to teach no successors.

And among these three people, the one who satisfies Hou Renzhi the most and gives Hou Renzhi the most headache is that Kuang Baisong. This guy who is just eighteen years old this year has a surprisingly good talent, Hou Renzhi once checked, this kid turned out to be a natural water, fire and wood three-line spiritual root, of which the two spiritual roots of wood and fire are already close to full value. Such a talent. Even if you look at the entire fairy world, it can be regarded as a rare genius root bone the year before last. The facts also fully show that Hou Renzhi's vision is not bad, Kuang Baisong has reached the peak of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant at the age of eighteen, and he is only one step away from breaking through to the late Yuan Infant stage, and the road to cultivation is simply smooth sailing.

But this guy, I don't know if it's the reason why the fire spirit root is too strong, the temper is called a violent and impulsive, three days of two-headed fights, naughty and mischievous, there are so many ghost ideas, it's just outrageous, but he is very popular in the school, and he knows all day long that he has a group of guys who are hundreds of years older than him, or several years younger than him, and he is messing around in the town, and it has become a small scourge that everyone has a headache for.

"Alas! I don't know if being born in this small town is a blessing or a curse for this child......" Hou Renzhi groaned, constantly thinking about whether he should send this child outside, so that he can get in touch with the wider world at the same time, and also sharpen his easy to get into trouble.

Suddenly, Hou Renzhi's expression froze, and his body lightly flashed a few feet to the right.

With a "whew", a black shadow brushed Hou Renzhi's body and rushed directly, almost staggering Hou Renzhi. The figure that passed by did not stop, and had to pass directly through the street. But after running dozens of feet, the man's body suddenly went limp, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

"Which daredevil?" Hou Renzhi naturally put on a defensive posture, "Why are you in ......such a hurry?"

But before he finished speaking, Hou Renzhi's face changed slightly. The man who fell to the ground was struggling to get up, but it seemed that he had lost all the strength of his body, and his upper body was only slightly lifted less than two feet, and he had already fallen down again weakly. A huge crack appeared on his back, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his entire back red in a moment.

At the moment when this person's upper body was slightly raised, causing the robe to tremble, Hou Renzhi had already seen that in the corner of the robe, there were three small silver swords embroidered, which were the robes of the core disciples of the Luojian Sect!

Hou Renzhi's toes lightly touched the ground, his body flashed, and he had already reached the back of the man, and when he gently helped the man up, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Zhao Xiaoqing? ”

When he looked closely, Hou Renzhi was shocked to find that this person was completely penetrated from his chest to his back, and a huge scar more than a foot long directly penetrated his entire body! Without thinking too much, a spiritual power slowly entered the person's body, and Hou Renzhi's face was shocked. Within 10,000 miles of the mountain gate of Luojian Gate, the core disciples of the sect were so embarrassed and injured like this, who did it? You must know that Zhao Xiaoqing himself is already a cultivator in the late stage of the True Immortal, and among the three generations of disciples of the entire Luojian Sect, he can be regarded as a Junjie within the top ten, within a radius of 100,000 miles, there will not be many monks who can hurt him like this, and there will not be a few people who dare to hurt him!

With a muffled snort, Zhao Xiaoqing slowly opened his eyes, and saw Hou Renzhi at a glance, his expression was relieved, but then he became extremely frightened, and shouted loudly: "Old Hou? Run, run! ”

Just after saying a few words, Zhao Xiaoqing gasped violently, his face was gray, Hou Renzhi Gu sighed, and another spiritual force passed, and an abnormal red thread appeared on Zhao Xiaoqing's face again.

"What's going on? Why are you like this? Hou Renzhi suddenly had an extremely ominous feeling, and his expression became extremely nervous.

Zhao Xiaoqing coughed violently, pieces of blood with white foam poured out of his mouth, the expression on his face became more and more frightened, and he hissed intermittently: "Sect ...... The sect has been destroyed...... Only, only...... Only a few people ran out......"

"The Falling Sword Gate has been destroyed!" Hou Renzhi's brain buzzed, his face was terrifying with horror, and he exclaimed loudly, "How is it possible? Who is it? Who is it? ”

Luojian Gate is not a large sect, placed in the immortal world, it is only between the third and fourth rates, but no matter how you say it, there are tens of thousands of true immortal disciples under the door, hundreds of heavenly immortal disciples, and there is also a golden immortal early stage elder sitting in the gate, plus the mountain protection array outside the mountain gate, how could it be quietly destroyed overnight?

Could it be a first-class sect like Biyunguan? Or even a super sect like Taiqingmen?

The originally elegant and calm face had become pale, and Hou Renzhi's fists were clenched tightly unconsciously.

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