Immortal Soaring Blade

Both hands are shoveling to the earth with the spade, as if to vent their grief and hatred, and a downward force of the shovel and a blank in the brain, and the hands are subconsciously swinging the shovel. After a long time, the pit is dug. Zhao Jiu song gaze quietly at the old man's face, looking at the old man's kindly face as if he would remember the old man's appearance forever.

With a sigh, his hands trembled slightly, and the old man was buried. At this moment, no one could bring warmth to himself, and no one could accompany him. Zhao Jiuge stood beside him for a long time, thinking about his past experiences with the old man for more than ten years, and his heart ached.

At night, the wind on the mountain is cool.

The mountain wind is blowing branches and leaves, rustle of shaking sound, constantly spread in all directions, as if even the wind and set up are crying, and it seems to be soothing the sad heart of Zhao Jiuge.

He retreats from the memory of his grandfather, and then he thinks of the villagers in Wangjia village, Wang Dazhuang and Wang xiaopang bullying himself and his grandfather. Zhao Jiuge, a teenager, feels the warmth and coldness of human time. His grandfather hopes that you can protect his grandson in the spirit of heaven. His eyes are grim. His young face is full of determination and he takes his hunting Without hesitation, Dao went down the mountain and went straight to Wang Dazhuang's house at the head of the village.

Late at night, the breeze was blowing, and the unknown insects in the forest on the mountain made Zhao Jiuge's heart more agitated. He thought that revenge was about to happen, and his pace was fast again. After a while, he went down the mountain to the larger house at the head of the village. However, he thought that it was one thing, but the real thing was about to happen. His heart was beating and his blood was adding Speed, slightly hesitated will, Zhao Jiuge licked his tongue, swallowed saliva to suppress his inner tension, biting his teeth into the courtyard.

Zhao Jiuge stands behind the tree in the courtyard with a knife. In the light of the hall, he vaguely sees what Wang Dazhuang and his mother-in-law are saying. Seeing the face that killed his grandfather, his whole body's tension disappears. His whole body blood rushes to his heart, and he immediately rushes in.

Running to the door of the lobby, Wang Dazhuang, who was talking to his mother-in-law, found someone coming in. First, he was shocked, his mouth was wide open, and his pupils were frightened. He was calm. He found that Zhao Jiuge was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, and then he saw only a piece of light shining his eyes and shooting at himself. There was no time for Wang Dazhuang to react. Zhao Jiuge with red eyes stabbed Wang Dazhuang's body with his hunting knife in his hand. He stabbed Wang Dazhuang for three or four times. The blood spurted wildly and dyed Zhao Jiuge's sleeves. His grinning face was spattered with blood, which was extremely terrifying at night like a bloody man.

Wang Dazhuang's expression on his face condensed at the last moment. His eyes were wide open, and his face was full of pain and incomprehension.

Wang Dazhuang's mother-in-law looked around for a long time before she came back. Her eyes were full of disbelief and panic. She looked at the cruel man beside her and Zhao Jiuge, who was covered with blood. She cried out to kill because of the terror and panic in her heart. Her voice became hoarse.

Zhao Jiuge killed successfully. When she heard Wang Dazhuang's cry, she immediately turned around and ran away. Hearing the noise, Ding rushed out. After finding out what had happened, he chased Zhao Jiuge in the direction of Zhao Jiuge's escape. The frightened Zhao Jiuge did not dare to run to the official road in the City, but ran to the mountain behind the mountain village in the night.

After the murder, Zhao Jiuge rushed to the mountain and ran in no direction. The trees, flowers and plants on both sides were reflected in his eyes. Because of the fast running, branches and plants cut clothes on his body, and there were skin wounds everywhere. Listening to the faint cry of the servants of Wang Dazhuang's family, Zhao Jiuge's feet were faster and his body was full of pain But there was no feeling.

I don't know how long after that, the voice behind him gradually disappeared, only the sound of insects in the mountains and the sound of prestige blowing on the branches. Zhao Jiuge gasped heavily, his eyes were frightened, and his delicate face was covered with blood.

Because of the inner tension, the fingers with the hunting knife in his right hand are all white. A person curls up on the tree trunk and looks at the moon in the sky. He can't help but think of his grandfather and the humble but warm home. Now he is only left with himself. He seems so helpless. With the missing of his grandfather, the tired Zhao Jiuge unconsciously falls asleep and has spent himself The first night of one's life.

Creaking insects continue to cry, moonlight sprinkled on Zhao Jiuge's face, all the mountains at night all seem so quiet.

In the early morning, the first ray of sunshine shines on Zhao Jiuge's face through the branches and leaves of big trees in the mountains. Zhao Jiuge's eyelashes move, and he opens his eyes in confusion. He looks around and thinks about everything yesterday, like a dream.

"Quack..." His stomach screamed, he stood up and took a deep breath. He swept away the lazy wake-up and refreshed himself. He was determined to make his life better and more wonderful in the future. Even after the old man died, he could not let the old man worry. Then he continued to walk in the mountains.

Zhao Jiuge, who was only nine years old, went to the mountain and had some survival experience. After killing Wang Dazhuang this time, he didn't dare to go back. He could only continue to walk towards the vast mountain. In the past, he only hunted and collected herbs on the outer side of the mountain. Yesterday, he ran into the mountain, picked some poisonous wild fruits, and came to the stream to drink the water and eat the fruit Some physical strength has been restored.After washing his face, changing his clothes, looking at the rising sun, he continued to move forward to the left. Zhao Jiuge decided to cross the mountain. Although he had never been out in the village since childhood, Zhao Jiuge also yearned for the world that his grandfather said outside.

For several days on the road, the green mountains overlapped, just like the sea waves, surging majestic, can not see the smoke, can only rely on the sun to distinguish the direction, along the way Zhao Jiuge saw a variety of strange herbs, more and more dangerous moving things, juvenile temperament, along the road a variety of never seen scenery and strange Animals and plants make Zhao Jiuge's inner loneliness gradually diluted.

This day, just after drinking water from the stream, there was a noise in the grass in front of him. Zhao Jiuge walked in and saw that it was a brown monkey. The monkey looked at the sudden appearance, and the human was frightened and ran away quickly. Zhao Jiuge, who was pleased with the hunting, was still a child after all. After a while, he found that the monkey ran to the front and disappeared. Zhao Jiuge ran quickly.

"Why, where have you been?" Zhao Jiuge looked at the monkey running here and disappeared, even a little noise, strange Zhao Jiuge with a hunting knife around. Suddenly I heard a slight "hiss." The voice of.

Zhao Jiuge looked for his voice. What he saw in front of him was a cave covered by vines. The hissing sound was the wind blowing into the cave. He pushed aside the green vines on both sides and walked in slowly. His eyes were fixed on the front, and he could use his hunting knife to greet him at any time.

At first, the size of the cave only allowed one person to bow into the cave. It was dark and could not see the depth. The cave entrance was full of withered branches and withered leaves. The accumulation was very thick, and his feet were as soft as cotton petals. Zhao Jiuge was steadfast. At first, it became narrower and narrower. After walking a few feet, he became more and more broad and bright. He held on to the stone wall and walked a few steps The hole is transparent on all sides.

When Zhao Jiuge carefully observed the cave, Zhao Jiuge saw a scene that made his hair stand up. Not far from the stone bed, a middle-aged man sat cross legged. The middle-aged man was wearing a white shirt, and his chest was covered with plum red blood. His waist was straight, his hair was scattered over his shoulders, his eyes were closed, and his face was morbidly pale. It was not difficult to see how many girls were charmed when he was young.

Zhao Jiuge looked at the middle-aged man, his face scared pale, "excuse me, elder, is this your home?" Middle aged man did not move, Zhao Jiuge step forward again "elder?" Or no response, Zhao Jiuge bravely stepped forward to prepare to speak, suddenly found that the middle-aged man did not exhale, is a dead man.

With a puff, Zhao Jiuge knelt down and quickly called out, "today's younger generation intruded into your mansion by mistake. Please don't blame the elder for disturbing me." Finish also kowtow a few times, get up head also do not fly back, seem to have to prepare to run to the hole mouth.

"Ha ha, you know something. After thousands of years, you don't have to break the inheritance." The voice is gentle, but it has a sense of vicissitudes, but Zhao Jiuge heard this words, like the king of hell.

looked back, as like as two peas of a middle-aged man standing on the side of the corpse, a body of white halo was rendered, and there was no pallid feeling on his face. A breath of dust was a sensation of Zhao Jiuge's soul. If there was a fairy who saw this, he would know that this middle-aged man knew that it was the spirit of all powerful spirits. He was a little white who didn't step into the fairyland.

"Master, you This This Zhao Jiuge couldn't speak with his eyes staring.

"I've been waiting for more than a thousand years until someone comes. Now the divine consciousness will gradually dissipate, and it will not last long in this world." The words of middle-aged man deeply shocked Zhao Jiuge. "Elder, are you a person or a ghost?" he asked There was a slight tremor in the voice.

"Hehe, boy, I can't see that you are still quite determined. If you don't feel scared, you can run away." The middle-aged man chuckled and joked, and then said, "since ancient times, human beings are unwilling to live for a hundred years, and human beings have never lacked talents. With the loss of time, various kinds of martial arts have been created. Through the aura of heaven and earth, nourish the body, step by step, obtain powerful power, and pursue coexistence with heaven and earth. This process is called cultivation, also called cultivation Fairy. "

"Cultivating immortals, can you become immortals? How can you cultivate immortals?" Zhao Jiuge murmured the way, was shocked by the scene in front of him, and had not yet eased the God

"Although there will be calamities in the way of cultivating immortals, for example, tens of thousands of people have crossed the single wooden bridge, but countless people have embarked on this road in order to pursue the illusory eternal life. I can give you the inheritance if you want to cultivate immortals. Would you like to take this road of no return, boy?" The middle-aged man said solemnly, thinking of his birth step by step to the top, but finally fell to this point, the heart is full of reluctance.

At this time, Zhao Jiuge's heart was constantly shaken. Listening to the middle-aged man's words, Zhao Jiuge seemed to understand something, immortal, how remote the existence of ah, he also has the opportunity to become an immortal, a burst of desire for power of emotion burst out.

Zhao Jiuge knows that this is the opportunity that many people dream of, without hesitation, he said, "life is a hundred years, how short.". Although Jiuge was born at the end of the day and comes from a corner of a mountain village, I hope to be able to stand on the top of the nine days one day and be a happy fairy. " Because of the excitement, Zhao Jiuge's delicate face flushed.After hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes were surprised, but there was no words. His hands trembled and printed, and a mass of white spiritual power shot into Zhao Jiuge's mind. After all this, the halo on the middle-aged man was dim, as if the whole person would dissipate at any time.

"I have passed down the skills of the Sanskrit Heart Sutra to your mind. I can feel the aura of heaven and earth every day, and run the elixir field. As for whether you can step on the immortal road and get to the psychic state, it depends on your nature. Remember, the path of practice is step by step, and you can live and die step by step. After so many years, I have achieved a little on this road, and you can understand the rest of the things in the jade tube." After saying that, the middle-aged man threw the jade tube to Zhao Jiuge.

Looking at Zhao Jiuge's stupidity, "how, I'm going to disappear completely with heaven and earth, but I haven't come to ask a master to listen to me. Ha ha, I want to have no worries at night. Finally, I will receive the successor and not break the inheritance." The middle-aged man said boldly.

Zhao Jiuge silently read the original master called night worry, and then obediently called out "master." Looking at the night carefree, full of curiosity and reluctant to give up. Everything is just like a dream. I just walked out of the sadness from the old man's leaving. I didn't expect to be shocked by such a surprise today. I thought that if the old man didn't leave, he would not go on this road. If he killed people and ran into the mountains, he would not get today's adventure. He sighed slightly. If I let myself choose once, I would rather not have this opportunity, but also want the old man to accompany him.

Looking at Zhao Jiuge's light sadness and worry about gain and loss, "boy, you remember that only when you are strong, you can protect the people you want to protect, and you can do what you want to do. People's heart is complex all the way to practice. There is no strength but to be bullied." The middle-aged man's face complex said, as if he was a man with a story.

Listening to Ye Wuyou's words, Zhao Jiuge has a feeling of empathy. At the same time, he also keeps in mind the words of this inexplicable master.

"I don't expect you to go far on this road. I just hope you don't lose your master's reputation. If you have the chance to have that strength one day, promise me to go to a place called xiaoyaogu. It's just that the dust returns to the dust, and everything has nothing to do with me. " The middle-aged man looked lonely, and his eyes seemed to be thinking about something. Then, without waiting for Zhao Jiuge's reaction, the God consciousness formed by the white halo gradually dissipated in the heaven and earth, and even his body turned into powder. From then on, he had no worries about this man at night.

Zhao Jiuge was stunned to see the teacher who had just met leave like this. His heroic words still reverberated in his ears. Although he had known each other for a short time, his heart was still full of reluctant to give up, but everything seemed like a dream, coming and going quickly. After experiencing the separation from his grandfather, Zhao Jiuge's heart matured a lot. Looking at the jade tube in his hand and the spirit group in his mind just now, he realized that this was not a dream and that a different road was waiting for him.

Zhao Jiuge looked down at the jade tube in his hand. He was very hot in his heart. Then he kept his eyes on the jade tube and looked at the contents of the jade tube. Zhao Jiuge, immersed in the contents of the jade tube, did not care about the outside. He sat for two days and one night and roughly finished reading the contents of the jade tube. A brand-new door opened to Zhao Jiuge.