Lengshan Village, a tomb!
The spirit sword is inserted vertically, and the tombstone stands upright!
A very strange thing happened in the village these days.
When they were asleep at midnight, they seemed to be able to hear the melodious piano sound from far away.
The sound of the piano is empty, clear, cold and quiet, but it is as gentle as jade, and the sound of the piano carries too much hatred, but it is mixed with warmth.
How far should it be
Only a few dozen li.
Get up early in the morning on this day.
In the village, more than two hundred young and old from each family gathered at the entrance of the village.
The kindly eighty-year-old old man, leaning on crutches, walked slowly to the front of the people, and looked forward seriously at the children who were reluctantly held by the elders.
These children are older and younger, older than teenagers, younger than four or five years old. Among them, there are Dong Ge and He Xuan'er who have just lost their father.
"Ah... children, it's time to set off. Before we set off, let's go and worship the benefactor again, let's go!"
Immediately, the two young men went to support the old man, and the old man walked forward tremblingly. A group of people followed him to Luo Xingchen's cemetery.
They stared at Luo Xingchen's tombstone and a sharp sword stuck in the tomb.
This sword is the biggest doubt in their hearts.
Because at the beginning, after Luo Xingchen killed many mountain bandits, he immediately died, and this sword, no one dared to touch it, because before touching it, the blade would shake violently, and they would be stabbed. .
Unexpectedly, this sword would be inserted here early the next morning, as if it was God's will.
In the eyes of the villagers, this seems to be the legendary sword, not to be desecrated!
"Kneel!" A group of villagers knelt on the ground religiously according to the usual rituals, and then began to kowtow, the old man trembling, but he was the same, without exception.
After kneeling, everyone got up, the old man was kind, and said solemnly to a dozen little guys: "Children, this time, you go out of the village and ask for advice. The outside is no better than here. It's too dangerous outside, you guys. When you go out, you must learn to be tolerant. Don’t be angry even if you are robbed of something. If you meet a good master, just like them to ask for advice, kneel down nine times, and study with all your heart. You must save our lives and save us. Don’t let us down. Kill him."
"Don't worry, grandpa!" Brother Dong said firmly. He is only twelve years old, but he is very mature in mind and knows the importance.
And this time, there were three young people who accompanied Dong Ge and the group of children down the mountain, all with polished arrows and short knives on their backs.
Soon, this group of children will leave. They will break the rules of their ancestors and embark on a path of cultivation.
Two thousand years ago, the ancestors of Shitou Village had set an ancestral precept. Everyone in Shitou Village must hide from the world. Don't go out to provoke powerful enemies, let alone practice and ask questions. Birth, old age, sickness and death are all based on God's will.
Since then, Shitou Village has been completely isolated from the world, and no one has paid attention to it for two thousand years.
But now, when a powerful enemy invaded, they discovered that they didn't even have the strength to protect their own family. If there was no Luo Xingchen, the village would have been destroyed.
What if a strong enemy comes again in the future
Therefore, all the villagers who have witnessed the tragic death of their relatives are determined not to allow the tragedy to happen again.
But the older ones have no potential to practice anymore.
Therefore, they can only choose a small group to experience.
Of course, too small is not good, some are still feeding, and they can’t walk steadily, so they can only stay, so as to avoid accidents for the experienced children and leave some incense for the village.
"Mother, Brother Dong is not there, and Xuan'er is not here. You are the only one left at home. You must take good care of your body and don't be too tired." Brother Dong said to his mother reluctantly, full of expression.
"Well, well, Brother Dong, you have to protect yourself, and more importantly, protect your sister, so that you don't let her be bullied." The mother burst into tears, her voice a little choked.
"Mother... Xuan'er is going to go far away, Xuan'er will miss you, Xuan'er can't bear you... Wu..." Xuan'er rubbed her tears with her little hand, and began to cry.
"Stupid child, my mother can't bear you either... oh..." The mother hugged her heartily, and the mother and daughter were affectionate, and they both cried bitterly together.
The rest of the people were also hurt and parting, feeling sad and unforgettable, and each said goodbye in tears.
In this way, the children said goodbye to their parents, grandparents, and elders. Finally, under the leadership of three mature youths, these children embarked on the journey.
The road ahead is far away, and they don't know where they will go.
But one thing is certain, Blue Wind Continent, for those of them who have never left the house in their entire life, is really big and wonderful...
In a blink of an eye, it was another day and night, Luo Xingchen's grave head was glowing. It was the Dragon Yin Sword, with a dragon shadow embedded in the sword, floating up and down, condensing endless brilliance.
It was almost seven days since Luo Xingchen's death, which meant that Luo Xingchen's first seven had arrived.
Several simple women in the village all picked up a basket of sacrifices, and some yellow paper, specially to worship Luo Xingchen's heroic soul. Even with them, they also worshipped their own dead son and husband.
They arranged all the sacrifices and started lighting.
Luo Xingchen's tomb head lit up, and Long Yin Sword appeared even more dazzling under the light of the fire.
After that, several women cried for a while with sadness, and then they helped each other and walked home.
Those sacrifices were left behind, and they might be taken away by wild cats and dogs, but they had done their best, and only wish that Luo Xingchen could be peaceful in the sky.
After that, the night fell silent again, and a gust of cold wind was blowing, and the whole cemetery looked very gloomy and gloomy, as if it was connected to the Jiuyou Yellow Spring.
A huge black coffin was buried deep underground.
Luo Xingchen's body was lying peacefully in it, his face was completely bloodless.
Unexpectedly, his corpse, after seven days, was still preserved intact, and it was hard to smell even a little peculiar smell.
Moreover, it seems that the coffin is still breathing, very cool.
"Wow!" A light spot on Luo Xingchen's eyebrows bounced out, transforming into a petite tower.
This small tower, hovering above Luo Xingchen's head, showered with golden light.
It was like a golden rain and dew, all floating in Luo Xingchen's body.
His wounds began to heal at a miraculous speed.
Originally, the blood in his body had already drained.
And now, Luo Xingchen's blood seemed to be filled with drops of golden blood gushing out of the Great Zhou Tian Tower.
Some of his hair seems to be shining with golden light.
His face, from pale to ruddy, was about to return to the color of a normal person.
His internal organs had already ceased vitality, and they were no longer functioning long ago.
But now, the pulse is actually slowly beginning to move.
His heart began to beat gradually.
Strands of air from the gap in the coffin, penetrated into Luo Xingchen's nose, his chest, and he fell together, as if he could breathe.
Outside the tomb, a young man with long hair fluttering and beautiful eyes.
He was dressed in a robe, fluttering in the wind, with the charm of a fairy.
On his knees, there is a guqin.
His white fingers gently stroked each string, the sound of the piano spread melodiously, but there was a hint of warmth and hope in the desperate tune.
He played the piano in a leisurely manner and had an extraordinary temperament. It seemed that with every move, he was the supreme in this world, despising all living beings.
The sound of the piano is like a vast ocean, sometimes turbulent, the bottom of the sea is shaking, sometimes, it is calm and the sea breeze is cool.
This meaning is really extraordinary.
However, when he flicked, his fingers stopped suddenly, his expression was a little surprised, and his eyes trembled slightly.
His long hair, blown by the cold wind, fluttered in front of his eyes, covering his eyes.
Such a posture made him even more heroic. Such a young and supreme figure in the world is none other than him.
However, his expression instantly became dazed.
There was an arc of his mouth. He stared at the grave curiously, and muttered: "Could it be that there is really a miracle in this world?"
The head of the grave, at this moment, the sharp sword is shining, some soil is slowly falling, and the grave seems to be shaking slightly.
The ground under the feet of the long-haired young man seemed to be moving.
With a wave of his hand, the long piano turned into a ray of light, and disappeared in an instant.
He stood with his hands on his back, standing still, full of heroism, and a compelling air.
The eyes were silently watching the swaying tomb, and under the tomb, there was a violent noise!
"Boom!"
In the next moment, the entire grave exploded in front of the long-haired youth!
Flying soil, wind and sand, and sawdust and leaves all over the sky!
The tombstone is cracked, the long sword rises, the sword body shines, suspended in the air, shaking up and down, the mighty power, the sword light attacks the sky, and the sky is roaring!
There seems to be a roar of dragons, this is a real dragon! A true dragon soul covered with scales and shiny four claws!
The coffins were all exploded, and the tomb turned into a huge hollow.
In the pit, Luo Xingchen sat up blankly, like a zombie, expressionless, his eyes dim.
In his mouth, he subconsciously said to himself: "I'm dead... Am I still alive? My soul is still..."
"Why, I will be sealed, this is the way of others, can it also seal me
What about me? Why am I practicing? What is the Tao I want to pursue
Tao, my Tao..."
Luo Xingchen seemed to unconsciously begin to condense his spiritual power and release a powerful and amazing soul-splitting sword intent!
"Wow!" The Long Yin Sword was summoned by his thoughts and he held it in his hand, his whole body was agitated.
The golden blood, flowing in his body, is shining with golden light all over his body, and his hair is glowing with golden light!
In the body, the twelve scattered essence needles originally quietly sealed the twelve main veins of Luo Xingchen's body.
But now, these silver needles were being dragged by an annihilation, and they gradually smiled and completely disappeared in Luo Xingchen's body.
His sea of qi, instantly absorbing the aura from all directions, was instantly filled.
With a clenched fist, his physical body and Wanjun power were mobilized, and a punch could collapse the mountain!
His eyes were still hollow, pitch-black and godless.
In his mouth, he was still mumbling to himself, saying things that ordinary people couldn't understand.
"Children, are you all okay? Mother... Uncle, you are still peaceful in the sky..."
"I cultivate to enlighten Dao, what is my Dao?"
"I'm dead and alive again, how do I live?"
At this moment, Luo Xingchen seemed to have one more thing. These things turned into his temperament and condensed on him, making his will become stronger.
This is the power of thought of hundreds of villagers in Shitou Village, all of which are integrated with him.
He already has a trace of ancestral spirit.
"I, it's time to ask, what is my way in this life?"
"Dao, my Tao..."