The villagers spread the news that the evil cultivators were punished by the gods. The villagers were all telling each other about the wonders of heaven and hell. Good deeds are rewarded with good, evil deeds are punished with evil, and the evildoers will be punished sooner or later. This phrase seemed to have become a catchphrase in the past few days. In secret, Yang Mingyu and Yang Mingjian arranged the safety of the village without disturbing many people. After all, such peace is not easy to come by, and the responsibility for many things lies with oneself, so he strengthened his vigilance in his worries to reduce the self-blame in his heart.
A few days later, people were still immersed in this joyful atmosphere. People who were working in the village suddenly saw dark clouds rising above the village, strong winds blowing the trees, and sand filling the forest. People were stunned by this sudden scene and hurriedly hid. Soon, the wind gradually weakened, and a white-bearded old man appeared in the sky above Yangjiayu. This old man had white hair and beard, a handsome face, and a strange light in his eyes. He was wearing a pale Taoist robe, holding a white dustpan in his hand, and wearing white socks on his feet, looking like a Taoist.
From a distance, this old man is definitely not a good person. The aura he exudes makes people shudder. In his coldness, there is a murderous intent. People look at him, trembling with fear, not knowing what to do. But this old man, standing on the clouds, is calm and composed, with a dignified bearing, and he is fighting with Yangjiayu to get the murderer who hurt his apprentice.
People listened carefully, and heard the old Taoist loudly say: "Taiji boy, you actually attacked my Qingcheng disciples. Quickly hand over the murderer, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless and making your whole family restless and unable to sleep or eat. Come out and die quickly!"
In broad daylight, a demon came here to seek revenge, which was really surprising. Yang Mingyu and Yang Mingjian were checking the safety protection in the village, but they didn't expect such a demon to come. Their cultivation was still shallow, and it was difficult to fight against such a cultivator. It was really disappointing. Yang Wushuang was at home, and heard the rumors in the village. He knew that something was wrong. Hearing the voices asking for advice, he went out with a sword. Sister-in-law Yang Wushi protected the child and mother-in-law.
Yang Wushuang looked at the old Taoist in green in the air and said loudly: "You, Taoist, are so rude. My Taiji Sect has nothing to do with your Qingcheng, so how could I hurt your disciples? The injured disciples must be people without moral integrity. My Taiji Sect is known for its high moral integrity and high prestige, so how can I allow you to talk nonsense here! Leave quickly, otherwise, don't blame the young lady for being rude!"
After hearing what Yang Wushuang said, the old Taoist laughed out loud: "I admire that Tai Chi has such a heroic woman. In all these years, Qingcheng has never produced a disciple as virtuous and talented as you! I will compete with you to see if you still dare to be so arrogant!" After that, the old Taoist waved his dust and attacked Yang Wushuang. Then he flashed and chopped towards Yang Wushuang's head.
Yang Wushuang swung his sword, and purple clouds suddenly rose up. He fought back and fought with the old Taoist. In an instant, the sword light flashed, the clouds soared, and the purple clouds and black smoke flew around. It was difficult to see the figure of the person fighting. The people in the village were shocked and dumbfounded, and dared not look for long. When the two fought, they quietly hid to prevent any accidents. Yang Mingyu also returned home to be on the safe side.
But why did this old Taoist come? It was not just to humiliate the disciples of Qingcheng. It started with the people who escaped from Shushan.
Seeing the battle, the big thing was gone. The people in Shushan looked after themselves and fled in a hurry. While flying with the Qi, Liu Xiahui, the head of Qingcheng, suddenly saw Elder Jingtian flying past him, and there was no disciple following him. He was very suspicious and hurriedly shouted, "Where are you going, ancestor!"
When Patriarch Jingtian saw that everyone was fleeing in a hurry and there were no strangers around, he slowed down his pace and walked side by side with Liuxiahui, saying in a sad voice: "I am sorry for wronging you. I, Jingtian, have never suffered such a great humiliation. First find a place to cultivate yourself and settle down, and wait for the next step. I will definitely avenge this blood feud to relieve the hatred in my heart! Where are you going?"
Facing the questioning of Patriarch Jingtian, Liu Xiahui said with shame: "Alas! Since I have been punished by heaven, I have no choice but to return to the mountains, practice in seclusion, and live a leisurely life without being disturbed by the world! After all, as a cultivator, I should be quiet and inactive. As long as there is inheritance, why should I care about the number of disciples. If the ancestor does not mind, there are many caves in my Qingcheng Mountain. The quiet place is also conducive to the ancestor's practice!"
When Patriarch Jingtian saw that someone wanted to take him in when he was in trouble, he was filled with emotion. After all, in this world, the poor living in the city are ignored, and the rich living in the mountains have distant relatives. They are all powerful people. Who would keep a failed friend by their side in times of crisis? There have always been many people who add icing on the cake, but almost no one who helps in times of need! After all, there are only a few people who want to help in times of crisis.
Liu Xiahui was able to help in such a desperate time. He was truly a man of loyalty and righteousness. The ancestor Jingtian said, "I am so kind and righteous that I cannot repay you."
Liu Xiahui said: "Old Ancestor, please don't refuse. If it weren't for the danger, I don't think I would have gone to Baoshan to have a chat. We are all one family in the Dao sect. This is just a piece of cake. I don't think you would be surprised."
After a short while, they arrived at Qingcheng Mountain. The mountain was lush with trees, strange rocks, and clouds, creating a tranquil and peaceful environment. After seeing it, Patriarch Jingtian said, "What a peaceful and peaceful place, a paradise on earth. A place with few people is a good place for cultivation. I will go find a cave to cultivate myself. Thank you, my disciple!"
Liu Xiahui looked at the ancestor Jingtian who had escaped to the mountains and said loudly: "If there is anything, just give me a call, and I will definitely help you with all my strength!"
Patriarch Jingtian was looking for a cave suitable for his cultivation in Qingcheng Mountain. There were countless caves here, but the place Patriarch Jingtian was looking for was an extremely quiet place. Only when the environment was cleared could he gather the most quiet energy in the world to repair his injured soul.
After searching for a long time, I suddenly saw a place with strange rocks growing outside the cliff. In the cliff, there were trees and weeds. Indistinctly, there was a quiet cave hidden in it. It was a place where few people went and it was difficult for birds and animals to pass. It was really a good place to cultivate one's body and mind. The ancestor observed for a long time and made up his mind. It was difficult to be found here. Besides, the mountains were high and the valleys were deep. Who would come here in such a steep place
The plan was set, and the ancestor came to this uninhabited cave to practice in seclusion to nourish his injured soul and inner elixir. If he could nourish his inner elixir and soul, it would not be a big problem to practice his own demon-gathering banner! The ancestor was happy, and came to the cave, found a flat place, and meditated in seclusion.
While Patriarch Jingtian was meditating and in seclusion, the pure and resentful air between heaven and earth slowly gathered and slowly formed a huge sphere in the cave, protecting the ancestor's figure and filling the cave, making it difficult for any beasts, spirits, or people to enter. It was this extremely resentful breath that nourished the ancestor's inner elixir and soul, and this resentful breath was the most poisonous thing in the world.
Such a powerful gathering of resentful and poisonous things unknowingly alarmed a cultivator who had been in seclusion here for many years. (To be continued)