Since ancient times, all ordinary people have died, so people in the world are disgusted with life. For the sake of immortality, countless people have led by themselves, refined elixirs, and qi, until they cultivate immortality. Countless people with extremely high talents have been continuously and devoted countless energy to the end, and finally got a glimpse of the secret of heaven. They can fight against the destiny of heaven and their life span for hundreds of years. These people are immortal cultivators.

But were they really enlightened by the so-called cultivation of immortals themselves? In this world, only a very small number of people vaguely realized the truth. Among them is Lu Xuan who just arrived.

When he heard about the three major immortal cultivation sects that were widely circulated in this world, he knew which world he had come to. Qingyun Sect, Tianyin Temple, and Fenxiang Valley were clearly the world of Zhuxian.

The original story of Zhu Xian has a traditional new martial arts style. The shell of cultivating immortals, but it tells the story of all kinds of worldly affairs, human nature, and the story of the word "love".

But if you look into some of the details, you will know that the root of the world's cultivation of immortality is actually a bit strange. Because according to the setting in the story, whether it is the right path or the evil spells, the final source is actually the Book of Heaven. Who left that Book of Heaven? Who left the treasure house of Heaven that appeared in the middle?

All signs show that the root of the world's cultivation of immortals comes from an older era. But for some reason, a fault appeared in the middle and was then re-promoted by this generation.

On this day, two figures flashed continuously in the air at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain, and finally stopped in a village at the foot of the mountain.

"It's still one step late to hurry up." Lu Xuan looked at the tragedy in front of him with some regret.

At this time, there were almost no living people in the entire Caomiao Village. On the flat ground in the middle of the village, there were more than 40 households and more than 200 people, large and small, all men and women had been slaughtered. All the bodies were piled up in the open space, and blood was flowing into a river under their bodies, and the smell of blood drifted out hundreds of meters away.

Lu Xuan and Hong Yu looked around for a while and saw two children lying on the ground unconscious not far away. These two people should be Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu in the original work. They were not injured, but their heart veins were disordered, and they were obviously frightened.

Not to mention children, even adults, when they see such a situation, they may not be able to hold on and faint from being scared.

Lu Xuan squatted down, pressed his hands on the foreheads of the two children, and a soft white light flashed slightly with his palms. After a moment, the two children fell asleep peacefully.

"They were frightened and hurt their souls. Let them sleep for a while." As he said that, he reached out to Hongyu and picked up the two children, turned around and left.

In the original work, Zhang Xiaofan always regarded Qingyun Sect as his rebirth parents and his second family. His fellow brothers were indeed good. But the biggest tragedy in his life also happened here. Innocence, he was hurt by the so-called overall situation again and again, and his sadness and misery in the second half of his life were all hurt by this sect.

At this time, a sound of Yukong came from the sky. Four practitioners who were riding various magic weapons came to Yukong. After seeing the tragic situation in Caomiao Village, they immediately targeted Lu Xuan and the others.

"stop."

The leader was tall and honest. He was staring at Lu Xuan and the others with an angry look on his face.

"Let the child down."

Lu Xuan and the others did not hide their aura at all. With the corpses all over the ground, the people who came naturally regarded Lu Xuan and the other men as murderers.

"If you're going to take a look at these corpses, you'll see them yourself. The blood has dried up, so the massacre happened last night. We just passed by here and saw these two children."

If Lu Xuan remembers correctly, the person who came should be Song Daren and a few supporting roles. Lu Xuan had a good impression of several disciples from the Dazhu Peak lineage of Qingyunmen. So he was not angry and explained. Song Daren was also easy to talk to, so he asked several junior brothers to check it out and found that it was indeed as Lu Xuan said. The blood had dried up and the massacre had been a while ago.

"Fellow Taoist, do you know what happened here?" Although it was confirmed that the massacre did not just happen, Lu Xuan and others were much less suspicious. However, Song Daren did not relax his vigilance and tried to ask Lu Xuan for flaws.

"Depending on your age, you should be a disciple of the younger generation of Qingyun Sect. I am Wuyin Mountain two hundred miles northwest, the leader of the Yinxian Sect, and the name Zixiao Zhenren. If you want to ask me, find someone with enough weight."

"Rareless!" Qingyun Sect is one of the three major sects, and it has the meaning of being the leader of the three major sects. The disciples under the sect will naturally be a little arrogant. Song Daren is more abiding by the rules than the sect. When the other three heard that Lu Xuan was so arrogant, they would draw their swords on the spot. In Qingyun Sect, the most people use swords as magic weapons.

Lu Xuan didn't move, but a cold light flashed in the red sleeves beside him. Song Daren only felt an invisible and extremely sharp aura appear out of thin air. Subconsciously, he held the famous sword Ten Tigers. But as soon as he grasped the hilt of the sword, he felt something was wrong. For some reason, the hilt of the sword was like a sword blade, and suddenly became extremely sharp. Before he could react, his palm had been scratched.

He screamed in shock and threw his sword directly out. The three Qingyun disciples behind him were almost the same as him, and they were all injured in the palm of their swords.

Song Daren was shocked and retreated in a little panic. After all, the other party defeated the four of them just by looking at him. He had never seen such a gap in his master.

"Senior, please calm down..." Song Daren knew that he had met a master today, so he quickly prepared to soften. After just bowing his head, he looked up again and found that there was no one in front of him.

The four of them checked again in fear of Bencaomiao Village, and found a living room in a toilet. Then they hurriedly left Caomiao Village and returned to Qingyun Mountain.

............

Zhang Xiaofan woke up from his sleep. He felt a clear mind and no longer had the feeling of being confused. But the disadvantage was that he immediately recalled everything that happened before.

"Dad, mom!" A crying sound came from his ear. When he turned his head and saw Lin Jingyu beside him, crying with tears in his eyes.

For a moment, Zhang Xiaofan finally couldn't suppress the pain in his heart.

In the room, two teenage children hugged their heads and cried bitterly, crying like rain for a moment, and were heartbroken.

Outside the room, Lu Xuan, Hongyu and others were moved to the crying inside the room.

"Heaven and earth are not kind, and we regard all things as straw dogs. We monks, who go against the heavens and seek immortality, will we not let all this happen to ourselves."
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