The white clouds in the sky are so white,
I am miserable on the ground;
Really, very white, very white,
Really, very miserable;
very white,
very miserable,
very very very white,
very very very miserable;
extremely white,
extremely miserable;
thief white,
miserable
It's dead in vain,
It was a terrible death;
ah-
A nonsense poem in the 21st century broke the tranquility in the mountains.
In April, it was early summer, but in Yunzhou, it was already extremely hot. It is rare that the mountains here are high, and it is early in the morning, so it is quite rare to enjoy the coolness.
The morning mist is like smoke, which slowly fades under the sunlight, revealing a thousand-year-old cypress under the morning mist. Because of the ax that has been used to chop firewood and branches for many years, the old forest has a little more antique smell of fireworks, and a little less of the poverty of the original old forest.
Here the stone cliffs are abrupt, the moss is moist, the exotic flowers are clothed in brocade, and the Yao grass is green.
The immature child's voice came out in this fairyland-like green shade.
Follow the sound to search, turn around a few shades of trees, on an old locust tree with a crooked neck, there is an eight or nine-year-old little Taoist boy wearing a blue sermon robe.
I saw that this Xiaodao boy looked like the fairy boy in the painting, with delicate features, graceful appearance, and unique appearance, he was different from ordinary people at first sight. The hair is like silk, shining slightly, and tied into two buns; the skin is like warm jade, with pleats and gleams, as cute as a porcelain doll, and one can't help but want to pinch it. Especially a pair of piercing eyes, extremely beautiful, and very agile, one can tell at a glance that he is a child with a quick mind.
Xiao Daotong's taoist robe was a little loose, but it was spotless, very neat and tidy, and his sleeves were even more fluttering. Just this appearance alone couldn't help but make people extremely happy.
It's just that at this moment, the fairy-like boy looked lazy, leaning against the branch of the tree, with one leg just hanging in the air, dangling back and forth. Holding a teapot in one hand and pastry in the other hand, drinking a sip of tea and just a mouthful of pastry, babbling, babbling, eating well, while on the other hand, he closed his eyes like a god, and at the same time babbled endlessly.
The boy's Taoist name is "Qingxuan", and he is a second-generation disciple of Qingyun Temple on this mountain. His layman's surname is Ye, and he was originally a well-known and well-known family in Qingyang Town, 20 miles away from Qingyun Temple. But I don't know which enemy family I offended, the whole family of more than 80 people was killed overnight, leaving only the child who was not yet one year old.
Seeing that the weather was a bit hot, the little Taoist priest Qingxuan opened his chest wantonly, revealing his fair chest. On the left side of the chest where the heart is, a clear scar remains.
Shaking off the cake residue that fell on his chest, he gently stroked along the scar with his right hand...
It was originally a very thin and thin scar, but with the passage of time and the growth of the child's body, the originally thin scar became a little bigger.
The murderer didn't show mercy just because he was a baby, he pierced his heart with a sword, and he was merciless. It's just that this person seemed to be quite conceited of his martial arts, and he didn't pay much attention to his sword. Ordinary people are different, slightly to the right, near Tanzhong acupoint on the chest.
The murderer's sword pierced Ye Qingxuan's lungs, but did not hurt his heart, and because the sword was extremely thin, Xiaodao Tong Qingxuan was lucky enough to survive.
I really don't know whether to thank the murderer or hate the murderer. Looking at the scar on his chest, Qing Xuan couldn't help showing a wry smile.
The soul in Qingxuan Xiaodaotong's body is not the original soul, but a college student from an ordinary college on another earth, whose real name is Ye Feng. After an unexpected car accident, I woke up and became the master of this body. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to marvel at the beauty of rebirth, and I didn't have time to appreciate the changes brought to me in this life. Because of this sword, I once again Waiting for death to come.
Ye Feng, who was already 23 years old, desperately covered the wound on his chest with his little hand, which was not yet a year old, and watched his life slowly draining away in horror.
After struggling for an hour, at the moment when Ye Feng's consciousness became blurred again and he was about to give up all hope, the god of luck favored Ye Feng again.
A team of police officers from Qingyang Town who heard the news found the young son who was still alive in the pile of corpses. Taoist Lingxu with the title of Immortal rushed to the scene.
If there are experts to rescue them, the result will naturally be different. In short, after some actions, Ye Feng finally saved his life. Xiao Yezi, who has become an orphan, was brought back to the temple by Taoist Lingxu to be raised, and was accepted as a closed disciple.
For the entire martial arts world, Qingyun Temple is insignificant, but for Qingyang Town, a small town, Qingyun Temple is very famous. It is also an enviable thing to be accepted as a closed disciple by that old god-like Daoist Lingxu.
A while ago, all the yamen servants were lamenting the tragic fate of this orphan of the Ye family, and a moment later, all the yamen servants began to praise this unfortunate child for such a good life.
However, out of the consideration of protecting Xiao Qingxuan's safety, Daoist Lingxu discussed with the officials and did not announce the news that there are still descendants of the Ye family.
Therefore, to this day, no more than 5 people know that there are little Taoist priests of Qingxuan. Two of them later died in the line of duty during the bandit suppression operation.
Qingyun Guan was originally a place for adopting orphans built by all benevolent disciples in Qingyang Town. Ye Feng was taken in as it should have been, even if he could be accepted as the last closed disciple by Lingxuzi, the "old fairy" who is famous in Qingyang martial arts , and only set off a wave of waves in the martial arts in Qingyang Town.
The world only knows that the old god has accepted another closed disciple, but no one knows where this disciple came from.
From then on, the world lost a Ye Feng who had no father or mother, but there was a little Taoist boy named "Qingxuan".
Is the fate of all time-travelers the same
Either he bears a deep hatred, or he is bullied at his door... Is there such a thing as sad
If it weren't for that cruel bastard's sword, would it be possible for him to cross over
In a sense, this bastard deserves to be killed, even children. But for me, that sword seems to be the cause of my new life.
Can't figure it out, can't figure it out...
Can't figure out what to do? Eat, sleep, and live your own life leisurely...
Faced with such a bloody fate of "blood feud" in this life, to be honest, Qing Xuan, who lived in another world, didn't feel any resentment. As I thought before, if I didn't have this sword, I don't know if I would still be able to take the chance of being reborn.
Alas, poor fate.
After taking a big mouthful of tea and stretching comfortably, Xiao Qingxuan shook his head and sighed.
Besides, in this world, there are peerless martial arts that I have dreamed of for many years in my previous life...
Peerless martial arts...
Peerless martial arts...
Peerless martial arts...
The sad little Qingxuan fell into the midst of fantasies, the halazi dripped down his cheeks for a foot, and he didn't realize it...
It has been more than eight years since I came to this world called "Shenwu Continent", and I have encountered and heard things that are different from my previous life experience, too many to enumerate.
Those gods, birds and beasts hidden in the jungles and mountains, those miraculous martial arts with merits and good fortune...even the lifespan of human beings, all made Xiao Qingxuan marvel at the extraordinary.
This is another world, a world of martial arts.
Here, flying over the eaves and walls is not a dream, and it is not an exaggeration to say that Changchun is not old.
Apart from the geographical difference, this place is similar to ancient China, but the area is surprisingly large. Anyway, even today, there is no border.
The land has been explored, and the Huaxia people call the place where they live "Shenwu Continent".
"Shenwu Continent" has Kyushu, which are Zhongzhou, Yanzhou, Jizhou, Qizhou, Yangzhou, Jingzhou, Liangzhou, Shuzhou, and Yunzhou. Although the name of Kyushu is different from that of ancient China, it also coincides with the number of Kyushu. .
Outside of Kyushu, it is called a wild land by the Huaxia people, and they rarely set foot in it. Apart from the fact that Kyushu is big enough for the clansmen to toss about, there is also the fact that strange beasts are rampant in the barren land, and the people from the Outlands drink blood and hate China, which is also a big reason.
Outside of Kyushu, there are Di in the grasslands in the north; Rong in the deserts in the west; Yi in the islands in the east;
Of course, there are more than that among the wild people, this is just a general distinction made by the Huaxia people.