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In April of Xinmao, a certain Xuanwu Valley disciple entered the Xinghai Ancient Realm, and two months later, he went to Qinglong Peak to sell elixir, and on the way back, he clashed with five Xinghai Sect disciples and six Xuanwu Valley disciples. The opponent's foundation building master plus the feather master master, a total of eleven people, one dead and four injured. Although he himself was unharmed, he violated the rules of the door and was imprisoned in the Xuanwu Cliff Underworld, where he was sentenced to three years.

It was not uncommon for disciples to fight and be punished, but this disciple's great name, as well as his fierceness and ferocity, were not only known to everyone in the Xuanwu Valley, but also spread to the peaks of the Xinghai Sect.

Qinglong Peak.

The peak of Wanzhang Peak.

Although it is a peak, it is quite flat. More than ten zhang square place, towering above the clouds. The so-called people are outside the sky, thousands of miles away, nothing more than that. And on the top of this cloud and mist, there is a small flower garden surrounded by a fence. It's just that the flowers planted in the flower garden are not rare elixirs, but common weeds in the world, just because they can satisfy their stomachs, and there is also a name, called wild vegetables, thanks to the nourishment of the aura, but also verdant and fresh and quite extraordinary. Not far from the flower garden, there is a raised peak, like a reef in the sea of clouds, a few zhang in size, but hollow, there is a hole that is too high, like a cave where the cave is located.

Someone walked out of the hole, it was an old man. His beard was gray, his face was wrinkled, his eyes were sunken, his hair was knotted, and he was dressed in a gray cloth robe, like an old man in the countryside. I saw him holding his beard in one hand, behind his back with the other, pacing step by step, with a faint smile on his face, slowly walking towards his flower garden.

At the same time, two more men appeared in the hole. It was an old man, with a thick body, a nose and sunken eyes, white hair and a shawl, and a gloomy expression. The other is a middle-aged man, tall and sturdy, with iron hoops and hair, a reddish face, and a restrained divine light, which is quite powerful.

After the two appeared, they bowed and saluted, but there was no response, they silently changed their eyes to each other, and then spoke one after another-

"The Nebula Sect has been encircled and suppressed by me repeatedly, and now it is not as good as before, so it should take advantage of the situation and not give Kuyunzi a chance to breathe......"

"What Elder Mu said is extremely true, and I ask the sect master to decide!"

The old man, known as the suzerain, seemed to turn a deaf ear to the movements around him, and only leaned over to inspect his flower garden. And the two people behind him were about to speak, but he waved his hand: "The two elders Mudin and Along, there is no need to say more. And if the immortal gate attached to the Nebula Sect is cut off, Kuyunzi will wake up at that time!"

Elder Mu Ding, it should be the white-haired old man, he shrugged his long eyebrows slightly, squinted at Ah Long beside him, groaned slightly, and said disapprelicly: "Kuyunzi, in all parts of Hezhou, secretly created formations, and the intention is ......obvious."

The middle-aged man named Ah Long echoed: "Kuyunzi is going to give away my He Zhou to others, how can my Xinghai Sect sit idly by." Eradicate the evil, when this is the case!"

The old man in front of the flowerbed didn't look back, and replied lightly: "I have my own decision!"

Mudin and Aaron looked at each other, but as if they had expected it, they each bowed and saluted, and then retreated into the cave and lost their figures.

The old man was still facing the flowerbed, admiring this small piece of verdant above the peak. After a while, he leaned down, gently picked a wild vegetable, and slowly put it in his mouth to chew. Green and tender in the mouth, slightly bitter. And he was full of wrinkles on his face, as if he had an endless aftertaste. It was as if he had gone back to the distant past, and there was a young man who crossed the mountains and mountains, and when he was dying, he encountered a cluster of wild vegetables that could satisfy his stomach. Now he has long since become an immortal and traveled the world, but he still can't forget the wild vegetables that saved his life. So on the top of the peak of the clouds, planted this small piece of verdant. Or for remembrance, or for helplessness.

"All things nourish people, why should they be light......"

The old man sighed with emotion, whispered to himself, and then his figure flashed and quietly disappeared into the wind. In a few moments, he appeared in a huge cavern. The reason why it is called a cave is only because the feet are dark and unfathomable, and the front and back are hundreds of feet, like an abyss cave. And above the head, it is boxy, and the shrine is complete, and it clearly looks like a large hall. He hung silently in the air, looked down, and then raised his feet and stepped on it, and layers of light ripples appeared in the dark sky, like waves on the surface of the water, but the power was inexplicable and forbidden. In the blink of an eye, the scenery changes, the dark sky disappears, the feet are solidified, the ashlar is paved with stones, and the shrine is towering. He was already standing in the middle of the hall, and he immediately looked up.

The hall is empty and empty. On the offering made of huge stones, two shrines stand side by side. The statues of the gods enshrined in the shrine are not strange people, but two stone sculptures, one black and one white, both of which are strange in shape and quite rare. The black one is slightly smaller, and the shape of the round body is like a black sun wheel, hanging alone in the sky. The white ones are slightly larger, hollow and ring-shaped, very different from the former, but they correspond to each other at a distance.

Before the shrine offerings, there are incense burners and futons and other objects of worship. A man wrapped in animal skins, with bare arms, dark and stout, and a face full of stubble, was sitting quietly on the futon, suddenly noticed, and hurriedly got up and saluted: "Master!"

The old man looked up at the stone carving of the shrine and bowed slightly: "Jiaonu, is there anything abnormal inside and outside the hall?"

The man called Jiao Nu was extremely respectful, bowed down and replied, "Two months ago, a young man accidentally entered this place and was reprimanded by the disciples of Qinglong Peak Mountain Guard. Other than that, there are no anomalous ......"

The old man groaned for a moment and turned his head: "Oh, the twelve peaks have their own jurisdiction, and the old man never asks." That young man, who is the surname, is it just a mistake, or is there another reason?"

Jiao Nu replied: "A disciple of Yuantianmen from Xuanwu Valley, called Wu Blame, Yushi is a fourth-level cultivator, and he has no bad intentions. But ......" he thought for a while, and then said: "This son exchanged the elixir for two hundred spirit stones in Qinglong Peak, and was ambushed and calculated by the Zhitong Sect. And the two foundation building disciples, one died and one was injured, but he himself broke out of the encirclement and was safe and sound!"

"A fourth-layer junior of the Feather Warrior can retreat with one enemy?"

The old man seemed to be interested, and asked, "Where are the people?"

Jiaonu replied truthfully: "It should have been severely punished on the spot, but it was stopped by Elder Mudding's message, and now it is imprisoned in the underworld of Xuanwu Cliff, and it will be released again in three years!"

"Mudin?"

The old man was a little surprised, was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Jiaonu, do you know why the Nebula Sect is my enemy?"

Jiaonu lowered his head and whispered, "I don't know!"

The old man raised his hand to the stone carving in the shrine and sighed: "Everything is for this temple......" He was halfway through his words, and he stopped talking, his wrinkled face showed a little inexplicable exhaustion.

Jiao Nu arched his hands: "Guarding this place below, don't dare to slack off for a while!"

"Well, the old man can trust you. And keep an eye on that kid's movements, don't let him die!"

The old man had no intention of saying more, so he commanded, raised his feet and stepped lightly, and a layer of light ripples suddenly flashed in the hall. In an instant, he was deep underground. And in the dark sky, he was in shape, holding his long beard, thinking.

What is that disciple of the foreign family?

Oh, no blame.

Needless to say, this is the name of the human race.

The so-called, no blame, no fault. And the classics are cloudy, and they are not modest, who is to blame?

It's fun, too!

Who is to blame for the intemperance?

......

It's supposed to be autumn, right?

After three months of captivity, it was difficult, but he gradually got used to the cold of the wind. As long as you restrain your mind and don't lose it, you will be a little less painful. The torment of the flesh and skin is unavoidable, but fortunately, there are only four times a day, and in the rest of the hours, there is no lack of joy in suffering.

It's just that since I combed my hair, I haven't seen an ugly girl anymore. And above the peak, it is not lonely. Someone accompanies you every day, isn't this coming again!

Blameless lay on the bluestone, squinting at the two approaching young men.

Feng Tian, with Ah San.

Feng Tian is still reserved and arrogant, but he has become much more lively. He sat cross-legged two feet away and arched his hand: "Senior Brother Wujiao, you look good today!"

Ah San was strolling around with his hands behind his back, with black, thin and big eyes, revealing his usual shrewdness: "Senior Brother Wujiao, why didn't that ugly girl come to see you? You can't even coax an ugly woman, you lose your prestige......

Blameless exhaled, and the ice ballast on the tip of his nose shook slightly. He grinned and said miserably: "Hey, the two of you are leisurely!"

In the past two months, Feng Tian and Ah San came to accompany them. The friendship of the same family seems to be very unusual.

Feng Tian's expression was slightly embarrassed, and he said: "It only took two months for the blaming junior brother to cultivate from the first layer of Yushi to the fourth layer of consummation, and he became famous in Xuanwu Valley with one enemy. There must be insights in it, which is very rare. I'm with Jing San, maybe I can ask for a lesson or two......"

Ah San took the opportunity to sit aside, and said sincerely: "My eldest brother, my senior brother, you and I are fellow villagers in Kanshui Town, and we have successively traveled to Heishuize and Qianhui Valley, and now we have become the senior brothers of Xuanwu Valley. You have a benefit, you can't take it alone, don't forget your brother, and please bring a handful......"

These two have been with them so far, and they are always taking the opportunity to ask questions. There is no other intention, that is, how can your blameless cultivation progress by leaps and bounds? If there is no adventure, who would believe it?

"It's easy to improve your cultivation!"

No blame seems to have no intention of concealing it, so he replied casually. And when the two people on the other side listened intently, he said lazily: "When my imprisonment expires, I should be advised!"

Feng Tian was displeased, but he was reserved, and it was inconvenient to persuade, so he simply remained silent.

Ah San was unwilling, scratched his ears and cheeks, and said, "Oh, senior brother, you have a perfunctory excuse again." Why wait until the end of the prison period, it is unknown if there may be a turnaround......" He glanced at Feng Tian beside him, and then said mysteriously: "The Xinghai Sect is about to conquer the disobedient Immortal Sect, and I, Xuanwu Valley, will also accompany me. Uncle Aya asked me to tell you that if you are determined to fight, you will be able to atone for your crimes......"

Blameless said unexpectedly: "When will you leave?"

Feng Tian didn't wait for Ah San to speak, and preemptively said: "The sixth day of the ninth month, that is, after January." This is unpredictable, life and death, but it is the only way for you to escape the pain of captivity. Blameless junior brother, what do you think?"

Blameless's chin rested on the cold bluestone, silently looking at Feng Tian and Ah San. He was like a trapped beast, facing the scenery outside the cage alone, either suspicious or selective. After a long time, he grinned: "Hey, it's really fake, it sounds good, don't lie to me......"