Martial Cultivator

The story about the Chongming Sect seems to have started with the boy from Yuyu County, but in fact it was earlier than that, a few years ago, and a few years ago, the story started with a boy as well.

More than one boy.

Maybe a group of teenagers.

Actually, they were two teenagers.

Chen Chao squatted down and began to dig a hole seriously. While digging, he thought of a somewhat funny young man.

It's a pity that the boy is dead.

Chen Chao shook his head and threw away the sad emotions from his mind. Then he dug a deep hole, dragged the young man's body into it, and buried it.

"I don't know if you have any relatives, but that's all."

Chen Chao buried the body hastily, stood up, and continued to walk away.

He still held the broken knife in his hand.

Continuing to walk forward, Chen Chao thought of many things. When he was forced to walk into this place for the first time, he was extremely scared when faced with all the unknown white fog. At those times, every time he walked into the white fog, , he was wondering if it was possible for him to get out alive. At that time, they were just ordinary teenagers. Every time they entered the white mist, they would feel extremely weak after a long time. The white mist looked ordinary, but in reality It's definitely unusual. It's not easy to escape from here alive every time.

After several times, his body was extremely weak.

I remember that day, after taking the elixir issued by Chongming Zong, Chen Chao was still pale and had no strength in his body. But even so, he would still have to enter the white mist again tomorrow. At that time, Chen Chao was very desperate. , knowing that if he walked in like this, he would never come out alive. He suffered a lot from Weizhou to Cangzhou, and almost couldn't survive many times. He had faced despair many times, but that time he felt It's the last time.

"Here, take it."

Desperate Chen Chao raised his head. In the cold room, the sturdy young man divided half of his elixir and handed it to Chen Chao. Then, before Chen Chao could react, he stuffed the half of the elixir into Chen Chao's mouth. , then he said to himself, "I've been paying attention to you for a long time. Are you from Weizhou? Judging from your accent, it's true. My name is Wang Liang, and I also fled from Weizhou. There are not many Weizhou people here now." Yes, that’s why I’m helping you.”

Chen Chao swallowed half of the pill and felt much better. Then he asked, "What about you, what should I do?"

"Look at my body, isn't it better than yours? What are you worried about?"

The young man named Wang Liang poked his chest and laughed.

In the days that followed, they became friends, and every time they entered the white mist, they always walked together intentionally or unintentionally.

I remember that was the last time we walked together in the White Mist Ruins.

Wang Liang suddenly said seriously, "Xiao Chen, I am definitely going to die."

Chen Chao was shocked and asked, "How did you know?"

Wang Liang covered his mouth and nose. After a while, black blood flowed out from it. It looked very scary. He wiped it dry and said, "Everyone's tolerance range is different. I heard them say that day , if one day this black blood starts to flow out

, then it’s definitely hopeless. "

Chen Chao lowered his head sadly. In this strange place, he had no other friends, only the one in front of him.

"Xiao Chen, don't be sad. You have to work hard to survive. If you can leave here one day, remember to avenge me and kill all those bad Taoist priests!"

Wang Liang's eyes flashed with ferocity, but those ferocities seemed pale and ridiculous at this time.

Chen Chao nodded vigorously, "If such a day comes, I will definitely help you take revenge and kill all those bad Taoist priests!"

Wang Liang nodded with satisfaction, but then he said worriedly, "You are so thin, you will definitely not live long, but you must live strong, so that you can avenge me and yourself."

Chen Chao didn't know what to say, so he just nodded vigorously.

Then they stayed in the white mist for a long time. In the end, Wang Liang really couldn't get out of the white mist. He was lying under a dead tree, and black blood began to come out of his mouth. He said vaguely, "It's really... …It hurts!”

Chen Chao was squatting next to him, trying to hold his mouth with his hand to prevent the black blood from flowing out, but for some reason, he never reached out.

"Xiao Chen... Actually, it doesn't matter whether you help me avenge you or not... Survival... is the most important thing..."

Wang Liang turned his head with difficulty and looked at the thin young man in front of him. There were many emotions in his eyes, including reluctance and nostalgia. Of course, those emotions were not for Chen Chao, or in other words, those emotions were not only for Chen Chao, but for Chen Chao. It's him for this world.

He is also a young man and has only lived for a dozen years, so he naturally wants to live forever.

But it's not that easy.

The Weizhou flood caused countless people to suffer and could not survive. The flood has always been considered the slowest and worst thing that the Liang Dynasty dealt with in these years. Although at that time, there was also war in the north, and the Liang Dynasty could not help it. The emperor made a choice, but in the subsequent response, the food that was supposed to be delivered to Weizhou was much later than scheduled. Although countless officials lost their heads because of that incident and caused an earthquake, for For the victims, it doesn't matter how many people died, because the food came too late, so many of them have starved to death, and more victims have been displaced.

They were lucky to be able to come to Cangzhou alive, but that may not mean they were really lucky.

But whether lucky or unlucky, these days are finally coming to an end.

"I will help you get revenge."

Chen Chao looked at Wang Liang and said firmly, "I will definitely do it!"

"I really wanted to bury it under the jujube tree in front of my house, but the flood probably washed it away..."

"I really want to go home."

Wang Liang's eyes began to become distracted and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Everyone who is dying wants to go home, and they must die at home, but where can they have a home?

there is none left.

The flood destroyed many people's homes.

Wang Liang was speechless at this moment. He just looked at Chen Chao, then vomited out the last blood and closed his eyes.

The death of a young man is not a big deal, but for another young man, it may be that God adds another cloud to his world.

Chen Chao sat here and cried for a long time.

Later, he started digging the hole with his bare hands. It took him a lot of time to dig a deep hole and bury the young man in front of him.

"I can't take you away. If I take your body out, they will dump you in that place. You will definitely not want to. Right here, right here..."

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Chen Chao stood there, watching the young man in front of him laboriously bury the other young man inside, and then he saw him start to cry, crying so heartbreakingly...

He shook his head, and the scene in front of him disappeared. There was nothing special around him. The white mist was still floating everywhere, as if it was a dream.

That wasn't a dream, it was something that happened before, but to a certain extent, it might also be a dream.

Chen Chao walked forward in silence. What he promised Wang Liang had been accomplished. Although the Chongming Sect was still there, Chongming Mountain was no longer theirs. The same young man would not die here in the future. Now he Re-entering here is not to see Wang Liang again, but to find another secret.

Spitting out the white mist in his mouth and nose, Chen Chao quickly arrived at the second corpse, then the third, and then the fourth.

These were the corpses of people who had died here recently and had no one to deal with them.

Chen Chao dug deep pits one after another and buried the dead young people one by one.

Whether the fallen leaves return to their roots or are laid to rest, these are things that many people have been unable to change. This has been happening for hundreds of years and thousands of years. Who can say that they don't care?

Perhaps the biggest difference between warriors and monks is that warriors still feel that they are one among all living beings, while monks feel that they are no longer human beings.

Chen Chao didn't think too much. He thought about digging holes and burying them just because he was one of them, not because of anything else.

But when he buried another corpse, Chen Chao stopped what he was doing and reached for the bag at his waist.

In the distance, dozens of feet away, he spotted two figures.

Then a voice rang out.

"We are both from the same lineage of Taoism, why should we do this, fellow Taoist Tang, I discovered this thing first, why do you come to snatch it?!"

"Fellow Taoist, what you said is wrong. It was obviously me who discovered this thing first. Why did you, Taoist, take it by force?"

A voice sounded immediately, and his tone was quite calm. He repeated what the previous person said.

Chen Chao walked a few steps forward, and then he saw the white mist dissipating in the distance. There was a big dead tree in front of him, and two young monks in monk robes were standing on the big tree.

At both ends of the tree, the robes worn by the two people were roughly the same, with only slight differences in color.

Not from the same family.

Between the two of them, the young Taoist priest who spoke first came from the Gusong Temple in the lineage of Changsheng Dao. His name was You Sheng. This Taoist temple was not a large sect. There were not many disciples under the sect, and the temple leader was just a beginner in the other side. The monk, just because he is from the lineage of the Tao of Immortality, relies on the big tree of Infatuation, so nothing has happened to him in these years.

The person who spoke later came from the Taiping Dao lineage and was a disciple of Changqing Temple. His name was Tang He. Changqing Temple was much larger than Gusong Temple and had more powerful disciples. He was a disciple of Taiping Dao. A large sect of the same lineage, so he was not afraid at all when facing the disciple of Gusong Temple who spoke like this.

You Sheng sneered, "On weekdays, you Taiping Dao Taoist priests spread rumors in the world, saying that only your Taiping Dao lineage is the orthodox Taoist sect, but our Immortality Dao lineage has lost our true intentions and behaves sanctimoniously. Then At first I just felt disgusted when I heard it, but now I finally see how disgusting you guys are."

Tang He was slender and quite elegant, but he was much inferior to Song Changxi, who was also famous for his posture. Hearing what You Sheng said, he wasn't angry at all. He just said calmly, "I don't care about it here." What is the Tao of Immortality and Taiping? It is said that you are not a disciple of Chixin Guan. Even if you are, so what? "

You Sheng's expression did not change, but he did not speak immediately. Outside, as a member of the Immortal Dao lineage, other monks would not dare to do anything to him, but now inside, no one would care about this.

"Fellow Taoist realm may be higher outside, but what's the difference here?"

You Sheng spoke indifferently and said, "Unless you Taoist friends are like those vulgar martial artists who like to torture their bodies, otherwise I really can't imagine how you Taoist friends will win."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and took out a mahogany sword.

In just a moment, he took a step forward and swung out a sword, extremely powerful.

Tang He frowned, and a magical sword suddenly appeared in his hand, lying across his chest, blocking this extremely dangerous sword.

In the world, it is not just sword cultivators who can master swordsmanship. Taoist monks like them will also have their own set of swordsmanship after getting started, but because they do not have sword energy in their bodies, it is difficult for them to have the killing power of sword cultivators.

But now that the other party has no cultivation, it is natural to compare swordsmanship, so there is no need to worry about anything.

Both of them have lost their cultivation, but no matter how you look at it, they are stronger than ordinary people. When a sword is swung, it will faintly bring about the sound of wind and cut through the white mist around them.

However, without cultivation, relying on these sword skills, it would take more time for the two of them to decide the winner.

But after all, they are immortal masters in the eyes of ordinary people. The fight between these two people also has some special meaning.

Chen Chao was watching not far away. After losing his cultivation, he didn't need to cover himself up much. As long as the other party couldn't see him, they would naturally not know his existence.

Just when Chen Chao was about to walk away, a voice suddenly sounded in front of him, "Who?!"