In The Beginning, I Can Overdraw My Life

There is a beast in the north, and its name is Zhu Yan. The whole body is red, and it is said that it is the reincarnation of Dapeng's spirit, a good beast. Because of his eccentric character and good understanding of human nature, he is widely loved by contemporary people. Zhu Yan, words can communicate with ghosts and gods, and songs can charm all things.

It is precisely because Zhu Yan understands human nature that he has taught the local people many ways to ward off evil and avoid evil. The local people live and work in peace and contentment, but the local monsters and ghosts are miserable. Finally one day, Zhu Yan was resented. Under the sneak attack and siege of three big demons of the same level, Zhu Yan became in danger. Zhu Yan is not a monster that is good at fighting, but if you play with your brains, even if you tie the three together, you can't beat Zhu Yan.

But the three monsters made a promise to the four villagers who had been rescued by Zhu Yan. If Zhu Yan was successfully hunted and killed, the four villagers would surely enjoy the wealth and splendor that they could never spend in their lifetime. What was Zhu Yan saying? I had never experienced the dangers of people's hearts, so I lowered my guard a little when I saw the people I had rescued. I didn't expect that the wounded they were talking about were actually the three monsters lurking here.

At this time, the future fourth head of Shushan happened to be out for training. When he passed by this village, he suddenly felt the evil spirit, so he came to check it out. I saw a bird with a flaming body dueling with two monster beasts. One of the two monster beasts was maimed and the other injured. If I looked carefully, I saw one was dead on the ground.

The Taoist priest observed his actions and saw that Zhu Yan had great merit and virtue, but the two monster beasts had boundless evil energy, and they must have killed many innocent people.

How could a young and energetic Taoist priest tolerate such injustice? He picked up his sword and rushed forward. With the addition of the Taoist priest, the originally one-sided situation became anxious and difficult to deal with.

The two monsters and even Zhu Yan stared at the little Taoist priest who suddenly came out with surprise on their faces.

"Who are you? Tell me your name quickly!" The big monster headed by it stopped attacking.

"The road name is Changqing, Shushan."

"Drink! It turns out you are a little kid from Shushan. Although your sect has been strong in the past hundred years, it is not your turn to come to my territory and show off your power!" The monster said and became furious!

"It is our duty to uphold morality and justice in the world. If you are cultivating safely, I will not come to you, but where does this aura of killing in you come from?" Faced with the strong demonic aura in front of him, Changqing did not show any concern at all. Fear raised his natal sword and pointed it at the big demon.

"Well, even if your Shushan leader comes today, he can't stop me from killing you!" The big demon beast not only refused to retreat at all when seeing the young boy in front of him, but even dared to take out the sword and pointed it at him, which made him even more angry.

The attack of both sides was about to break out. The battle was really a thunderous battle that lasted for three days and three nights. Finally, it ends with Master Changqing cutting off the head of the big demonic beast with a sword using Shushan's secret skills.

Changqing's side also suffered a tragic victory. Zhu Yan suffered heavy losses, and the Dharma's image flickered on his body as if he was about to be destroyed at any moment. Changqing's life sword was even interrupted, and he fell to his knees after using the sword.

Zhu Yan looked at the young boy in front of her, and couldn't help but sigh that things in the world are unpredictable. He has such cultivation at such a young age. It's a pity that his life sword is broken, and his future prospects are also broken. At present, his life or death is uncertain, but he can't do much to help. Suddenly, Zhu Yan stepped on the broken sword on the ground. After thinking about her broken body, a bright light flashed in her eyes.

The golden light in the cave was booming, and all the merits accumulated by Zhu Yan over hundreds of years were released at this moment. A steady stream of golden light poured into Changqing's body.

When Chang Qing opened his eyes again, the fatal wounds left on his body had basically healed. When he took the sword in his hand, the broken sword was still intact, and there was still a faint cry when he pulled it out. . Later, Changqing took this opportunity to break through in cultivation, obtained a treasure, and finally became the fourth generation leader of Shushan.

After the death of Master Changqing, the descendants of Shushan who wanted to use this sword could not pull it out without exception. If they used brute force, they would suffer a counterattack. It can range from a few days of madness to a lifetime of stupidity.

Later, this sword gradually became the treasure of the town, from the original invincible sword to a formalistic ornament.

Originally, this sword should have continued to gather dust in the Tibetan Treasure Pavilion, until the appearance of a ten-year-old child made the name of this sword resound its prestige again after a hundred years.

That year, on a quiet and peaceful night. Suddenly the earth shook, and tall buildings that were usually indestructible collapsed. A series of sad howls and piercing alarm bells resounded throughout the world.

Medical staff, police officers, and firefighters swallowed their fears in the face of this shocking natural disaster. The perseverance in their eyes and the weight of "responsibility" in the clothes they wore supported them. He rushed backward towards the place of suffering.

It was dawn and the earthquake stopped. Everyone is busy doing their own thing.

"Honey, where are you?"

"Mom! You haven't seen me marry my wife yet!"

"Ayao! We finally met each other, and we managed it for ten years. We finally got our own house and our own car. We will get married next month, and we will have a child. Why!!!"

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A series of heart-rending wails, words like these that made people tremble physically and mentally, but at this moment, they seemed so isolated and helpless.

At this time, a boy of more than ten years old was sent to Shushan in shock. Because of the large number of victims, and the fact that technology was not developed at that time, many people and the country had gradually become unable to control them. Fortunately, at this time, Daomen , the temple doors were opened to admit homeless people. Even so, it is still a drop in the bucket.

"Master, you must help me pay more attention to that child! That child is also pitiful. His parents were pierced by a steel bar to protect him alive. They haven't spoken much since they came out." The driver said while looking at the absent-minded person worriedly. A downtrodden little boy.

"This...hey, it's not like you don't know what's going on outside. I'll do my best."

After listening to the Taoist priest's words, the old driver finally searched all over his body for 300 yuan and handed it to the Taoist priest. Without waiting for rejection, he turned around and hurried down the mountain.

The old man looked at the 300 yuan in his hand, then looked at the lost little boy and finally sighed, stretched out his hand and stuffed the 300 yuan into the donation box at the door.

"Hey...baby! You are also a miserable person. If you have any difficulties in the future, just come to me. If nothing else can help you with food and clothing, I can still help you."

A child who had just lost a loved one suddenly felt such kind love that his nose became sore and big tears flowed from his eye sockets.

"Cry! Cry! It'll be fine when you're tired of crying." The old man stepped forward and hugged the little boy gently.