Today I hold the world

hundred years ago.Dongzhou advocates a style of fighting for foundation building. From south to north, there are thousands of miles of mountains, rivers, lakes and seas. There are always a few venues that are very lively every year. After setting up the venue, those who do business come to do business, and those who watch fighting skills watch fighting skills. There are also many casinos that create rankings for each role for gamblers to place bets and fight for the big prize.

At that time, Tao Fangyin was still in the prime of his life as a cultivator. He had accumulated a lot of wealth over the years and was able to control Vulcan skills. Affected by the environment, he naturally would occasionally participate in this kind of fighting competition.

In addition, Chilongmen still has a lot of prestige. Wherever he goes, most people dare not underestimate him. It coincides with the Mid-Yuan Festival once in half a year. Children from all walks of life will gather to host the meeting as usual, how can Tao Fangyin be willing? fall behind.

At that time, Qingling Mountain was full of dragon energy and the clouds were flying fast. It didn't look like it would collapse in 30 to [-] years.

Waking up early in the morning, counting the grand event that will be held in six days, and putting all the things he brought into the storage ring, Tao Fangyin left Qiqiao Peak to go down the mountain.

Before leaving, he deliberately went to the Genglou of the main hall to register for the event. This is a habit he has developed for more than ten years. The person who is in charge of the common things in the Genglou is the oldest foundation-builder in his family. His name is Tao Zhengchuan, and he has a goatee all year round. Delicate, wearing a Qingyun robe that has never changed its color for many years.

"I guess it's time for you to start. The other young people in the door may have been playing there for several days at this time. I don't see you so late in previous years."

The first time Tao Fangyin stepped into the watchtower, he heard the old man speak vaguely and hoarsely. Judging from the strength of the voice alone, the old man Chuan's lifespan might be coming to an end soon.

"Sixth uncle, your memory is bad again. I haven't left the mountain for five years since my master passed away!"

The desk recording the travel history of the disciples in the sect was at the south foot of the second floor. Tao Fangyin walked up quickly and saw the dozing boy, and tapped on the desk.

The little boy came to be on duty early in the morning. At this time, Ji Ling woke up from the mist, saw a strange face, wiped his saliva in embarrassment, and asked, "Where is Master going?"

"Puyang Hexi, Amethyst Palace. We are leaving today, at least half a month, at most three months, and we will definitely return."

The little boy nodded continuously, took up a pen to record the spiritual text, and when he looked up again, the middle-aged man in front of him had disappeared, but he didn't even know the name of the other party, and there were too many big shots in the door. I have no impression at all.

Tao Fangyin went downstairs, and was stroked by the old man called Sixth Uncle, God said: "How could the old man not remember, I was just joking, when I went out with your master, your boy even took the spirit sword Unstable, I killed a black water snake and skinned it to make a scabbard, so that you can carry it every day to nourish your energy..."

Tao Fang, who had a calm face, was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the old man, and found that he was shaking his head and talking to himself. It didn't seem like he really remembered anything, but the things he said really happened. .

Dazed for a moment, Tao Fangyin approached him and said, "Sixth Uncle... I'm going out this time, and I'll be back in about three or two months, so take care of yourself!"

"Go, go, you young people have a lot of experience." Perhaps it is rare that people really talk to the old man like this. His muttering mouth slowly stopped, his cloudy eyes were clear and clear, and he gradually fell silent.

Tao Fangyin stepped out, and heard the little boy on the second floor ask, "Grandpa Chuan, that uncle hasn't left his name and details yet, what should we do?"

……

"He is my nephew Fang Yin, and he is going to participate in the Dongzhou Southern Region Fighting Competition on the Ghost Festival. He will show his prestige to our family, and you will remember it like this."

The voice gradually weakened, and Tao Fangyin had already walked out of Qiqiao Peak.

******

Yu Jian flew in the clouds and galloped towards Puyang Hexi, but he remembered many past events in his heart.

Let’s take it as an example to keep a record of going to the building every time he travels. When he was younger, Tao Fangyin was capable, with outstanding hands and eyes, and he would not go through such vulgar procedures no matter where he went.

But since the death of the master ten years ago, many of the rules in the school have gradually discovered that there is a reason for it. He was so rebellious when he was young, but now he is old, and he never thought that following the rules would be so natural and chaste.

Tao Zhengchuan is a tragic figure, which is known to everyone in the sect. When he was young, he chased after another female cultivator in the sect. In order to win the hearts of others, he would rather give up the opportunity for the core disciples to try. In the end, the female cultivator surnamed Liu sentenced the sect When he left, he didn't even give him a straight look.

Tao Fangyin looked down on this when he was young, but now looking at the sixth uncle who is getting older, he has never had empathy. He feels aggrieved and sad for his sixth uncle .

The cloud itself drifted apart, and at a certain moment, Tao Fangyin thought to himself: "Perhaps he is worth living in this life, after all, he has a well-behaved daughter to raise, but it's a pity that his surname is Liu!"

Tao Zhengchuan's daughter was born to the nun of the Liu family who betrayed her family and left. She is called Liu Yunlan. According to blood relationship, she should be her cousin and sister. Unfortunately, when I was young, I was arrogant and arrogant, and I always looked down on her. A cousin who is many years old. After all, the sect is too big, and there are many children from the entire Tao family. Not everyone in the family can get close to her.

Thinking about it this way, I was an out-and-out bastard in the early years. The girl was excluded by her peers since she was a child, and she didn't even have anyone who stood up for her. She only practiced alchemy with her own efforts.

"It seems that when we get back from this incident, we should go drink tea with her and have a conversation!" Tao Fangyin made up his mind.

After this retreat, he has gradually begun to think about the problem from the perspective of the principal.

Identifying the entire Qingling Mountain, except for the head of the main mountain, which has its own heritage, Lingluan Peak, Bicai Peak, and Xiaolan Peak among the other four peaks have successors, but Qiqiao Peak is thunderous and rainy. A little bit small, all these years relying on bragging to support his face.

Although almost all the children of the Tao surname live in the huge land, the four pillars, the six halls and the twelve spirit houses, and more than half of the alchemy rooms are controlled and supplied by the Tao family. Unfortunately, none of the children of the uncles of the various families have become talents, and Tao Fangyin is the only one. After cultivating to the late stage of foundation establishment, now he can only wait for the opportunity to break into the peak stage.

The sect of cultivation has always been based on strength. In the entire Qingling Mountain, there is only one Jindan Patriarch who is the master. Lingluan Peak has 21 foundation-building peaks, and the younger generation accounts for [-]%; Bicai Peak has nine foundation-building peaks. Thirty percent of them are Qi Grandmasters; even Xiaolan Peak, the weakest, has two young people in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

As for Qiqiao Peak, there are more than a dozen old people in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and the most powerful one left is Liu Yunlan, who is on the fifth floor of Foundation Establishment.

A lone tree is hard to support, this is the situation he is facing in the Tao family now, and it is also the situation that the entire Tao family, which represents Qiqiao Peak, is facing in Chilongmen.

Everyone knows that the weak factions, even if they can enjoy some dividends and enjoy comfort through various relationships, but when it comes time to share resources, how can smart people, especially the strong people in Lingluan Peak, give up their hands? It should be their benefit.

My relatives and peers are not up to date, and other factions in the sect have their own selfishness. Several old men in the clan are still forcing Tao Fangyin to quickly advance to the peak of foundation establishment, so this trip to the Amethyst Palace to fight.

Fighting skills is not the purpose, just because the top five bets in this conference include [Fire Cicada Fruit], which is a rare spiritual object that can make the fire foundation monks improve their cultivation with a high probability. If you miss this time, you don’t know how to wait In the Year of the Monkey and the month of the month, we must fight for it.

Hurrying is a very boring thing. If you are a newcomer who has just learned how to control the sword, you may enjoy the unfettered speeding in this sky, but he has been building the foundation for decades, and he has already passed the freshness, let alone this world. Here, there is nothing truly unfettered. When a fish learns to live on land and thinks that it is not bound by water and hunted by sea beasts, how does it know that it has stepped into the field of eagles.

The Amethyst Palace is in the west of the Puyang River, where there are various sects, large and small, such as Caijing Mountain, Liuhuazong, Minghunmen, and small ones such as Yehuo Gang, Dongzhou Cave, etc. It is really chaotic. There is a small fight every day, and a big fight every five days. The lives of monks are worthless. As long as there is no catastrophe, the big figures of the Jumo sect who sit in the field will not show up.

Compared with there, Qingling Mountain looks more like the realm of the fairy family. The huge Fuzhou and even the entire Jiang Dynasty area are their own territory. No one dared to bother.

The journey from Qingling Mountain to Puyang Hexi would take about three days, passing through the intersection of Qianye Mountain and Heng'an School on the way. These two families had a pretty good relationship with my family, but Tao Fangyin couldn't like them no matter what.

Yu Jian flew for about three hours, and the sky was getting darker. It was obviously going to rain. Looking around, he didn't expect that he had already flown to Chaotic Nest Mountains. There are many small mountain ranges here. To the north is Qianye Mountain. To the south is the Heng'an School. Except for a wide road in the middle, there are countless shrubs and scattered temples where you can rest.

Back then when the East Continent opened up the war, the Southern Territory was carried out by both Buddhism and Taoism and a small number of Confucianism cultivators. The dilapidated scattered temples in various places were basically left over from thousands of years ago, and they had long lost their vitality. The three teachings and nine streams of bull ghosts and snake gods provide a place to rest.

Tao Fangyin often looked for this kind of place to rest when he was younger. It has been a long time since he left the mountain this time, and he searched through his memories many years ago. On the highest peak of the mountain range, I just went to rest my feet.

The gray earth stone wall stands tall and stands ten feet high. Regardless of the dilapidated sides of the temple, there has never been a lack of bricks or broken tiles for thousands of years, only because the materials used to build the temple are specially baptized and scaled by Buddhist scriptures, and they are very durable. .

This small peak has a unique geographical location, although it is not high, but because the other surrounding peaks are shorter, it seems that standing on the top of it can see all the small mountains.

The temple is ten feet high and more than twenty feet long and wide. There is only a big yellow clay Buddha inside, which has lost all majesty.

Tao Fangyin walked around and found that there was no one here. It seems that the casual cultivators are too lazy to hurry. A few years ago, I heard that there were many fights here, and dead people were common.

Finding a clean ground, flicking his sleeves and casting the spiritual fire, the dry air swept away the dampness and coldness in the room, and he sat cross-legged with his eyes closed for several hours.

******

It was getting dark outside, and the rain was still falling, and I didn't know when it would end. Normally, it didn't seem like it would rain all night at this time of year. There must be a reason for what happened, but Tao Fang didn't have the mood to pay attention to those things.

The temple was deserted, he had something on his mind, and after resting enough, he planned to continue on his way at night, not wanting to hear the laughter of children outside, and a dangerous aura that he could not perceive but was close at hand, so he stood there instantly Arise, be alert and silent.

If ordinary idlers came to shelter from the rain, with his cultivation of the ninth floor of the foundation, he would not even open his eyelids, but this time when he came out of the mountain and encountered people he could not perceive, it would be easy to cause accidents if he did not raise his spirits to take precautions.

Tao Fangyin has experienced fights and killings, ranging from 50 to 20 people on a small scale and hundreds of people on a large scale. From the age of 90 to the present for nearly [-] to [-] years, he has already seen all kinds of scenes of blood spattering five steps after a word of disagreement.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, and judging from the muddy water splashed on the ground, the person walking obviously had no cultivation level, and it was a child.

But there is another person who can't perceive it at all, like air.

"This temple is so big, we can sleep peacefully!"

An immature and clear child's voice came, followed by an old man's grinning response: "Who says it's not, but maybe someone doesn't welcome us to sleep here."

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, Tao Fangyin heard him familiarly, and heard his meaning, and he had already realized himself. Then this person is probably a monk at the peak of Foundation Establishment, or even a person with a golden core, but how could a golden core come to such a place, Tao Fangyin Can't figure it out.

When the two figures walked in one after the other, Tao Fangyin instinctively grasped the hilt of the sword. In the pitch black night, a ray of fire light slowly flew towards the palm of the Buddha, acting as an oil lamp, brighter than the oil lamp.

A child in black cloth looked around and saw Tao Fangyin. Naturally, he was also afraid of strangers, so he pretended not to see the muddy water on his shoes, and waited for the old man behind him to come in. Said: "Master, there are already people!"

The old man was wearing a Chixuan Dao robe, and when he entered the door, he stroked his beard and smiled, "I'm still an acquaintance!"

Tao Fangyin's eyes contracted and widened again, and the next moment he bent down to perform the salute, "Master, why are you here?"

That old man is the most powerful person in his sect, he did not expect to meet him in this wilderness today after not meeting him for many years.

After some chatting, Tao Fangyin knew what the head was doing, so he was relieved, and he was about to leave after saying goodbye.

"Don't go in a hurry, take a rest overnight, and pass on some experience to you."

Tao Fangyin is quite different, since the head of the sect wants to stay, it is not easy to refuse, sit cross-legged with him, and listen to the teachings quietly.

According to my memory, although the old man in front of me has always been the Patriarch of Jindan and the head of the sect, he has always been kind to others, and he has almost never seen him get angry in front of others.

When Tao Fangyin was young, he didn't like people with a good temper, but because the head of the sect was extremely cultivated, he always respected him. Now that he is old and understands the difficulties of the world, he knows what kind of role this old man plays in the sect. It is not an exaggeration to support the entire Chilongmen alone.

While talking with the sect master, the pair of black and clear eyes beside him blinked once or twice from time to time, but Tao Fangyin didn't know his name yet, judging from the previous "Master", this child was probably taken in by the sect master. For the apprentice.

Half an hour later, Xie Huairen talked about the advantages and disadvantages of the participating forces in the Amethyst Palace Fighting Competition, Tao Fangyin wrote it all down, and when he looked at the child next to him, he had already fallen asleep peacefully.

The warm spiritual energy dragged the child up and placed him in the soft straw. Xie Huairen smiled, most of his white hair was combed neatly, and the few black strands were about to turn white. A normal old man has arrived At this age, there is not much vitality anymore, but he is very happy at this time.

"Master, this kid..."

"Well, I've accepted him as a disciple. I will teach him the Chilong Taoist talisman this time when I return to the mountain. In the future, the entire mountain gate will depend on him." The old man said calmly, as if it should be taken for granted.

Tao Fangyin was shocked for a moment, sect inheritance, head of the sect, these things have always been kept secret, but now the head of the sect casually said that the target is still a child, could it be that he is crazy?

I was speechless for a long time, and it was hard to say whether it was too reckless or not. Who knows if the head is joking.

……

"Jingshan, do you think I'm confused?"

The old voice asked with a smile in this empty temple, and Tao Fangyin dared to respond:

"The disciple really finds it unbelievable. This child is young and ignorant, and his spiritual consciousness has not yet awakened. My Chilongmen family business is so huge, how can he support it?

That is... that is, the person who really wants to choose the successor, Jing Guan, Jing Qiong, Jiang Yan and other senior brothers, are all foundation-building peak monks, and there will definitely be alchemy practitioners in the next 20 years, which one is not better than this child! "

Xie Huairen smiled softly, his clear, broad and yellowed face was full of wrinkles, if it wasn't for a pair of deep and wise eyes and golden core cultivation base, he really wouldn't be the head of the sect.

Slowly stroking the inch-wide white beard with his thin hands, he chuckled enough, and said, "Among the children of your generation, do you know why I am only willing to talk to you about more serious things?"

'Jingshan' is Tao Fangyin's Taoist name in the door, but he doesn't like these two words at all. At this time, the headmaster asked a question that has nothing to do with the child, he shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Because you are upright, strong-minded and intelligent, you know what is a big thing and what is a small thing, you can endure, you dare to work hard, you have courage, and you don't lack tenacity.

My faction has been weak for a long time, and now internal conflicts and external aggressions are intensifying. When it is time to use your life, you are someone who can see the situation clearly. "

This is a very positive evaluation and good reputation. Tao Fangyin felt quite unnatural when he made a fuss for a while. He rarely saw the head of a sect boasting so much.

The old man slowly put his hand stroking his beard in front of his knee, and his originally amiable appearance gradually became calm and cold:

"But there are very few people like you in the sect. If Huang Ni is still alive, my sect may have a second golden elixir, but unfortunately he was not lucky and left early.

If you want to step into the gate of golden elixir, obsession, chance, and spiritual roots are indispensable. In this regard, the children in the gate are more or less lacking, and there are very few people who have hope. Going back, the millennium inheritance of Chilongmen is likely to be destroyed! "

The sound of the rain outside the temple gradually became quieter, and the voice of the old master revealed a distant and twilight atmosphere:

"During the long years, I have been hesitant, and they said to me, an old man: Chilong's thousand-year-old sect has a long history and profound foundation, how could it be easily overthrown.

But they never sat in my seat.

Jingshan, no matter where you go, you have to remember that there are thousands of things in this world, and only by doing them yourself can you know whether you are far from this, or if you really can't do it.

The Red Dragon Gate is in my hands, and it is not easy to survive this situation. I have searched all the people in the gate for 200 years, which one has the ability to stand up and say that the world can be remade?

Hardly anyone. "

……

Tao Fangyin bowed his head in silence, everyone could disbelieve what the old man said, but he, Tao Fangyin, could not disbelieve.

His master was the monk named 'Yellow Ni' mentioned by Xie Huairen just now. Ten years ago, he was rushing to Shenhu Mountain to form alchemy. Fighting fairly, he died shortly after returning from injury, and the most important last word before his death was: No revenge is allowed.

Before he was alive, Huang Ni was the most powerful foundation-building cultivator in the school. The 24 sword arrays set up by the two Jindan ancestors in Qingluan Peak were all cleared in half an hour. The people came to make an apology because of the prestige of Chilongmen's long-standing ancestors. During the time when Fei Lian invited them to compete, no one in the school dared to fight. This was a shame that Tao Fangyin would never forget in his life.

The old man sensed Tao Fangyin's emotions, changed the subject, and suddenly there was a light in his eyes:

"But this time I've traveled abroad, and I seem to have sensed the guidance of the ancestors in the dark, and taught me to find this child!"

Tao Fangyin followed his gaze to look at the sleeping child lying on the haystack, and heard: "Do you know that he is He Linggen?"

"What kind of appearance is it?" Tao Fangyin asked curiously.

"Variation spiritual root! Fenghuo appearance!" Xie Huairen suppressed his excitement.

The outside rain stopped, but Tao Fangyin's heart was full of thunder and thunder, and it was like a swamp after the rain. The grass was irrigated, and the green and lush branches of the trees were exposed. The corner of his mouth whispered:

"Once in a thousand years!"