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It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, and smoke was already rising from the farmhouses.

Chen Jun was rescued by hunters in the mountains and forests. His white clothes had long been torn, but now he had changed into clean clothes.

Hearing the call, after having lunch at the village chief's house, he strolled along the country road full of earthy smell, looking into the distance.

It was a towering mountain peak reaching into the sky.

I heard from the villagers that that is Qingyun Mountain, and this is Caomiao Village located at the foot of Qingyun Mountain. There are more than 40 families living in it, and the folk customs are simple. Most people in the village hunt or go up the mountain to collect firewood and hand it over to Qingyun Gate in exchange for some silver.

Life. The Qingyun Sect also took care of the surrounding people. In addition, the villagers saw that the Qingyun disciples wielded swords and mastered the mysteries, and had many magical powers, so they worshiped and awed them.

He has been here for five days. After he was brought back by the hunters, he was assigned to the village chief's home who was from a better family. He was given food, accommodation and healing medicine. He was fully recovered today.

"Xiao Chen, would you like to try some fruit?"

We walked to the river, where the women in the village were doing laundry. Amid the laughter of many village women, a thin girl with a red face came over holding mulberries that looked like red agate.

The girl was the daughter of a hunter in the village. Chen Jun could see their family getting up early every day to fetch water and chop firewood, diligently picking vegetables and wild fruits, etc.

"Thank you, it's very sweet." He ate some and smiled.

When the girl saw this, she went back happily. At this time, the woman washing clothes by the river told a joke that made people blush.

The laughter was crisp, the chickens and dogs were hearing each other, the houses were beautiful, and the folk customs were simple and natural. He liked this atmosphere very much.

Unfortunately, not long after, everyone in Caomiao Village, except Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu, died tragically under Pu Zhi's demonic stupor.

Now that we are here, Chen Jun naturally wants to intervene to stop all this.

For the so-called "plot stability", it was not his style to watch two hundred people being slaughtered, not to mention that Caomiao Village had saved his life.

Continuing the walk, you will see the towering Qingyun Mountain in the distance reaching into the sky, with its strange peaks and rocks, giving it a hint of ferociousness.

"Zhang Xiaofan, if you dare, stop!" the child behind shouted loudly.

"You think I'm an idiot!" Zhang Xiaofan made a big face and ran faster as he spoke.

After chasing all the way, these children gradually approached the dilapidated thatched temple at the east end of the village, surpassing Chen Jun and arriving there first.

He was still walking leisurely, and saw a child named Zhang Xiaofan in the distance being hit by the door panel of the Cao Temple. He fell over with a thud. Several children behind him were overjoyed and swarmed up, pressing him down.

The handsome boy had a smug look on his face and said with a smile: "I caught you, now you have nothing to say?"

Zhang Xiaofan was quite stubborn. Even though Lin Jingyu had his throat stuck, he remained silent. His face gradually turned red and he almost fainted.

A chant of Buddha was heard from the temple, but another hand was the first to push away Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu's arms.

The two protagonists who had not yet gotten up were frightened. After Lin Jingyu apologized, he looked at the young man with half a head in front of him. The memory of the young man covered in blood and being carried up together with the tiger flashed through his mind. He shrank his head, somewhat

fear:

"Thank you, Brother Chen. I was joking with Xiaofan just now."

Chen Jun said: "It's okay, go back."

Lin Jingyu looked at the solemn monk in the temple and was a little confused, but without thinking much, seeing Chen Jun here, he quickly left with Zhang Xiaofan.

Chen Jun stepped into the gate and saw the monks in the temple wearing shabby cassocks and holding faint fluorescent jasper beads.

If nothing unexpected happens, this person is Universal Wisdom.

One of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, he was profound in Buddhism and obsessed with the idea of ​​immortality. In order to realize his dream of practicing Buddhism and Taoism for immortality, he accepted Zhang Xiaofan as his disciple before his death and granted Tianyin Temple's unique skill, Brahma Prajna.

During this trip, he originally wanted to discuss cooperation with the Qingyun Sect to combine Tai Chi Xuan Qing Tao with Tian Yin's Brahma Prajna to open up a way to immortality, but he was rejected.

Pu Zhi also looked at the young man in front of him, admiring in his heart how good he was.

Different from the liveliness of the previous group of children, the young man in front of him has a calm temperament, a reserved look in his eyes, and his behavior is incompatible with the entire Caomiao Village. He looks like he comes from a wealthy family.

The most important thing is that under the observation of his Dharma eyes, the young man's clear light and aura are the perfect seeds for cultivating immortality and Taoism.

Puzhi thought of the scene just now and asked: "Have you ever practiced secular martial arts?"

"Practice." Chen Jun replied lukewarmly.

"Why are those kids afraid of you?"

Chen Jun did not evade: "Because I killed a tiger before, but I was also seriously injured and was saved by the villagers here."

Pu Zhi frowned slightly: "Tiger, what kind of tiger?"

Chen Jun was also very curious about this strange beast and answered directly: "A tiger with five colors on its body."

"Zouyu?"

Puzhi suddenly thought of this image of a tiger, but immediately shook his head and smiled, feeling a little more disgusted with the young man in front of him who was pretending to lie and show off.

Zuoyu is an ancient alien species, not to mention so powerful that even many disciples of Tianyin Temple cannot be subdued, let alone killed. Moreover, Zuoyu is a benevolent and auspicious beast, so how can he attack and hurt people rashly.

Chen Jun could clearly feel that Pu Zhi was feeling more disgusted when he was silent, but he was not used to having a warm face and touching someone's buttocks.

The temple became quiet, and Puzhi closed his eyes to calm his nerves. Chen Jun kept searching in the temple, and finally found a long white ruler of pig iron more than three feet long on the side door.

The length of the cast iron ruler is just right for his current body. Although there are some red rust and marks on it, it doesn't matter.

"You seem happy?"

Seeing that he had been searching for a long time and sensing a trace of his extremely difficult-to-detect emotions, Puzhi couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Yes, I found a sword."

Chen Jun slowly nailed two pieces of wood to make the hilt of the sword. He was really happy in his heart, because in this world where people often fly into the sky and escape from the earth, his meager martial arts skills are not enough. Even when he first looked into Puzhi's eyes, he was stunned.

There was a feeling that all the hairs on his body were standing on end, and at this time he could easily detect his exposed emotions.

This is an experience I haven't had in a long time. The feeling of rapid secretion of adrenaline proves how extraordinary and dangerous this world is.

This means that he may have to start from scratch and master martial arts. When he holds this sword, it immediately gives him a strong sense of confidence and security.

"Do you think this is a sword?" Pu Zhi closed his eyes and asked: "There is no blade, nob, no hoe, not even a scabbard. You just nailed two pieces of cork to it. Can it be considered a sword?

?”

"As a sword, it needs so many?"

"As long as you can kill people."

Talking about swordsmanship with a monk was undoubtedly a joke. Chen Jun was too lazy to talk about it and just waved the sword he thought was in the air.

At this moment, Puzhi suddenly opened his eyes, and divine light burst out uncontrollably.

Turning his head to look at the young figure, his face was filled with rare shock.

He said: "Can a mortal sword reach this level?"

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