The disaster of the world begins with Dongfang Bubai

Chapter 112 The Three Orphans of Caomiao Village
Three years later.

Xi Mingzhang stood leisurely under a green mulberry tree next to the bamboo building.

"It's not without reason that the Shinto method was eliminated. In addition to being entirely dependent on bloodline, there are also bloodline shackles, which makes cultivation extremely slow."

"Even if it's a species with extraordinary talents and a long lifespan, or the bloodline of a divine beast, it still takes thousands or tens of thousands of years to grow."

"However, it is worth mentioning that, at the same realm, in terms of combat power alone, the divine cultivators are better than the immortal cultivators. In addition, the ancestral bloodline can make those who do not seek to make progress go smoothly on the path of Tao. Although there is a bloodline limit, it is not a hindrance, and they don't have any ambition to transcend anyway."

Xi Mingzhang thought about this and whispered:
"Too slow, too slow, it's time."

He turned and walked into the bamboo building, and came to a quiet room. He saw a Tai Chi Bagua diagram pasted on the top of the room, with the word "Shan" written in the middle.

Xi Mingzhang sat cross-legged on the cushion, his eyes cast down, his mind focused on the Daojie Bell.

"Traveling through the heavens."

[Since the host's realm is too high and not suitable for the Small Thousand Worlds, traveling through the Middle Thousand Worlds will still consume 50,000 source energy, and the time flow rate is ten to one with the Main World. Should we travel through it? ]

"Yes!"

China is a vast land with boundless territory. The Central Plains is the land of great spiritual vitality. Although the borderlands in the southeast, northwest, and northeast are still full of spiritual vitality, they are mountainous and dangerous, with dangerous rivers, ferocious beasts and birds, and all kinds of vile and poisonous miasma. Therefore, most people live in the Central Plains, and the borderlands are mostly inhabited by barbarians.

On a towering mountain, there is a famous river on the shade of the mountain, named Hongchuan, and there is a big city on the south side of the mountain, named Heyang City.

Fifty miles away from the big city, there is a small village with more than forty households.

At this moment, the once peaceful and joyful little village seemed extremely quiet, and even exuded a strong smell of blood. About 200 people, men, women, young and old, were all lying on a flat ground.

Two children in their early teens suddenly ran over. When they saw this scene, they screamed in fear and fainted.

At the same time, among more than 200 corpses, the heartbeat of a child of eight or nine years old slowly recovered.

A group of people, led by a tall and burly man dressed in layman's clothes, were flying on their swords towards the beautiful and majestic mountains. The tall man seemed to have sensed something and looked down, then saw the miserable situation of the small village.

Two hours later.

In a simple room, Xi Mingzhang woke up from a bed and saw two children standing beside him.

"Xiao Xi, you finally woke up. The immortals from Qingyun Sect said that you were seriously injured and almost died." Zhang Xiaofan said hesitantly.

"What exactly happened in Cao Miao Village?" asked Lin Jingyu, who was a little older and more meticulous.

"I don't know either. I was sleeping soundly when I suddenly heard a burst of ghost howling. Then a black shadow flashed before my eyes, and then I saw you when I woke up." A strange color appeared in Xi Mingzhang's eyes, and as he spoke, he looked at the bandaged wound on his chest.

When the two heard this, a sad look appeared on their faces. Zhang Xiaofan saw Xi Mingzhang's actions and immediately said:

"The immortal said that they used a blood jade paste on you that contains a variety of immortal mountain medicinal herbs. It can not only quickly heal your injuries, but also has the effect of relieving pain."

Xi Mingzhang waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need the two's help, and slowly stood up and walked down the ground, saying calmly:

"After I was six years old, my parents passed away one after another. The world taught me to be strong. I also hope that you can be strong and understand this sentence: you must rely on yourself in life."

Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu looked at each other when they heard this. They felt that this lonely playmate who usually only knew how to fish and collect herbs had changed a lot and felt a bit like an elder in the village. At this time, a young Taoist priest with a heroic spirit walked in, stared at Xi Mingzhang and nodded:

"It seems that your injuries have healed. It just so happens that several masters want to see you and ask you some questions. Come with me."

Lin Jingyu spoke first:
"Yes, please let this elder brother lead us there."

The young Taoist nodded and led them out of the wing room. When they arrived outside the courtyard, Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu could not help but show horror. It turned out that there were at least hundreds of wing rooms like the one they lived in in the courtyard.

The huge square outside the courtyard was paved with flawless white jade and gleamed brightly. Nine huge bronze tripods were placed there, making people feel insignificant. A wisp of clear smoke wafted out of the tripods.

The young Taoist priest led the three people across the square and said with a smile:

"This is the sea of ​​clouds among the six scenic spots of Qingyun. There are better ones ahead."

Immediately, he took the stunned Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan onto a colorful and stunningly beautiful stone bridge, while Xi Mingzhang walked at the back with a calm expression.

The bridge seems to be in an endless sea of ​​clouds, like a rainbow in the sky, falling into the human world.

The group had not walked a few steps when the stone bridge rose seemingly slowly but actually very quickly. Not long after, a palace called Yuqing Palace came into their sight.

The young Taoist priest led the three people down the stone bridge, glanced at them, and said:
"You kid, you look even younger than them, why are you so quiet? Do you think the scenery of our Qingyun Sect is not beautiful?"

Xi Mingzhang lowered his eyebrows and said:
"I have been lonely since childhood. I lost my mother when I was born. When I was six years old, my father died of illness. All I think about every day is how to live a good life. That's why I don't care much about the scenery of the mountains. I hope you can forgive me, big brother."

"Forehead"

The young Taoist priest was stunned. He felt inexplicably blocked in his heart and didn't know what to say.

"Brother, this is the case. Xiao Xi has been making a living by fishing and collecting herbs since he was six years old. Many people in the village wanted to help him, but Xiao Xi rejected them all." Zhang Xiaofan spoke quickly.

After hearing this, the young Taoist priest felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart. He could not help but feel annoyed and blamed himself for being too talkative. He then said in a slightly dry voice:
"Let's go, the masters are waiting for you."

As soon as we arrived at the gate of Yuqing Palace, a roar like thunder came from the depths of the nearby pond.

A huge whirlpool emerged in the center of the pool, suddenly rolling up huge waves, and a huge figure leaped out.

The young Taoist priest seemed to have been prepared. When he was about to make a spell and float a few feet away to avoid the water splashing all over the sky, he could not help but look at Xi Mingzhang who was standing there in a daze. He immediately called him over and they dodged the water splashing towards them together.

Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan were caught off guard and were soaked like drowned rats, but they didn't care that their clothes were mostly wet. Instead, they stared blankly at the giant beast in front of them.

The giant beast was over five meters tall, with a dragon head and a lion body, covered with scales, huge eyes and a big mouth. Its two sharp fangs gleamed in the sun, and its face was ferocious and scary.

Seeing this, the young Taoist priest stepped forward, raised one palm in front of his chest, and said respectfully: "Lingzun, they were specially summoned by the masters."

The giant beast snorted, then lay down beside the pool, lowering its head lazily, as if it was sleeping soundly.

"Ling Zun is an ancient beast that was subdued by our sect's Qingye Patriarch a thousand years ago. His name is Shui Qilin, and he is also the guardian beast of our Qingyun Sect."

After the young Taoist priest finished speaking to Xi Mingzhang and the other two, he bowed to the water qilin and led them into the gate of Yuqing Palace.

(End of this chapter)