Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

The immortals did not know that the outside world was in chaos, nor did they guess that this retreat would take much longer than expected. They wandered around in the forest under the Qingyun Cliff for a long time.

Looking up, I saw a vast expanse of land, the Nine Sunshine was warm and sunny. The land beneath my feet was clearly not the familiar Yun Sect, but when I looked in the familiar direction, I could not see the sect's main hall, nor the Guixing Pavilion or the Tao Pavilion. Everything was overgrown with ants and looked shabby. Thick white mist surrounded the halfway point of the mountain and the top of the mountain.

This is the Misty Forest.

Before the establishment of the Yun Sect, the three main peaks were surrounded by three mountains, and below them there was often a primitive jungle shrouded in clouds and mist, which was called the Misty Forest.

After wandering in the forest for several days, the fairy realized after a while that there might be an opportunity waiting for them ahead. He was anxious and impatient, but finally he entered a bright hall, as if guided by a light from heaven. He followed the light and finally heard the sound of a gurgling stream coming into his ears.

Push aside the branches and leaves that block the view, and the view opens up to a clear stream in the distance, with a small wooden boat floating on the surface.
On this wooden boat, there is a beautiful woman wearing a white loose robe. She has fair skin and looks like she has just celebrated the blooming of the flower. There is a red dot between her eyebrows, and her long black hair flows down smoothly. At the end, she only wears a simple ebony hairpin.
Half of her body was leaning against the edge of the boat, her slender hand supporting her chin, her eyes half closed, her gaze focused on the fishing rod in her hand, she only saw the float rise and fall, but no fish was caught.

"The immortal didn't say much before. When asked about the history, the woman with a dull expression on her face just bowed to you: "Master."

The woman's gaze slowly moved away from the water surface, and she seemed to have just noticed the cultivators in front of her. She looked at Yun Ci Xianzun, who was now cultivating in the immortal world, with a light and fluttering gaze, and then smiled and said, "Disciple, you seem to have grown taller."

This is the revision of the banquet for "Master Xian, the ancestor of Shengling.

All the cultivators in the world are born as immortals. Great auspicious signs will be bestowed upon them when they are born. They enter life at the age of three, refine qi at the age of five, and lay the foundation at the age of ten. They enter the holy body at the age of sixteen. It is not that they close their eyes and cultivate themselves, but that they realize the door to life by themselves. In fact, this is also the case with our master.

I only remember that your ancestor Shengling appeared in front of you in your dream as a child, taught you how to speak, and explained to you the mysteries of the world, helping you to rise to the top...
Later, there were some of them - young monks, bald monks, open-minded gamblers, down-and-out scholars, elegant scholars, and powerful generals.
The ancestor of Shengling has various images, and his true form can be seen. Each time he is born in response to the current environment.

Yan Xian was fooled when he was young, and later he was able to recognize his master's true identity when he entered the dreamland. The ancestor Shengling exclaimed that his disciple had become so adorable.

Later on, around the time when Yan Xian broke through to the late Nascent Soul stage and entered the Out-of-Body stage, I rarely appear in my dreams of being a master again.

"Come over and let the teacher have a good look at you."
The woman raised her wrist and waved at him with a smile.

"The fairy glanced at you and said, "This crowded wooden boat looks like it can carry two of you, and you're still stepping on it with a straight face."

After sitting down in the wooden boat, they found that the boat was wide but narrow, just enough to accommodate two cultivators.

Patriarch Shengling put down his fishing rod and leaned over.

Yan Xian's eyes naturally turned to her, and when he glanced at the loose open neckline of you with only a piece of white shadow surging, he paused for a moment, then moved his eyes away and fixed his eyes on the cluster of yellow wildflowers on the shore.

You were so stiff that the girl paused, touched the tip of your nose with her slightly cold hand, and said angrily: "You are so unfaithful to your life partner."

It seems that he has long been accustomed to his naughty and teasing character.

"Xianyan was unsure about whether to do so or not, and Guang responded with silence.

She let the cold and soft hand wander, like a snake, from the tip of his nose to his chin, along his slender neck, and finally to his shoulder. Then, she asked, "Are you hurt?"

Yan Xian slowly turned his gaze away, his eyes already calm: "Being bitten by that beast Li Yanming."

Patriarch Shengling pushed aside his clothes, took a closer look, and then smiled sweetly: "You have already cultivated a half-immortal body. It is not easy for all things in the world, the three realms and six lives to hurt you so badly... Foolish disciple, what are you going to do to 'get rid of this beast'."

"The fairy banquet understood why, and pursed her thin lips.

Letting go of the collar of Yan's clothes that was stained with light blood, the woman lazily leaned back against the side of the boat, tilting her head and looking at him for a long time, taking in the troubled expression on his face.

She curled her red lips and said "ba" in a low voice.

He raised his arm and waved his sleeves lightly, and in an instant, the earth changed suddenly, the thick fog dissipated, and the water of Jingtan Creek became calm again, from a quiet flow to a turbulent flow, and then to turbulent waves.
The two banks expanded without limit, and the frosty water became a lake and eventually turned into a vast ocean.
The boat was submerged in the ocean as the waves hit it. The wooden structure made a sound as if it could not bear the weight and it shook violently. I was almost thrown off the boat. I had to reach out and hold the side of the boat to steady myself from being thrown into the sea.

"You are in the midst of stormy waves", only the light laughter of our Shengling ancestor can be heard clearly.

The wooden boat grows like a tree, the wood grain stretches and stretches, the fishing rod is placed randomly to become a mast, and the wood pulp is used as an oar.

When the wind and waves become more violent, the wooden boat you are riding has grown into a huge masted wing boat, and the clouds on both sides and the surrounding mountains have turned into mirages.

In front of the giant ship, there is a totem pattern woven with five-color gold ropes, which is similar to the current "Kingfisher's Nest" totem, but it does not have the image of the Jade Pure Ancestor. It only has the Garuda bird spreading its golden wings, which are inlaid with seven-color gems, entangled like the branches and leaves of the Shatuo tree.

The huge ship entered the clear sea and braved the wind and waves.

On the deck, a woman's white fingertips carefully knocked on the rotten wood of the ship's side. The sea breeze saw her black hair messy. She stood in the distance and smiled at him.

Yan Xianchong cast her gaze at Yan Ming.

The old master Sheng Ling pointed at him from a distance and said, "You really should be shown a mirror to see what you look like now, you stupid blockhead."

……

"Thousands of years ago, the earth entered the chaos of the ice field, and there were only two things. The continent gave birth to intelligent creatures, birds and beasts. And this sacred tree, which was born from the spiritual energy of the earth, also grew out of the Central Floating Island, and is called the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree."

The ancestor of Shengling had only a long-handled pipe in his hand. The beautiful woman sat lazily on the side of the boat, tapping the pipe lightly on the rotten wood, and white smoke rose up.

It's like telling an ancient story.

"The great benevolence of the living, the blessings of the ancestors."

The Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree blesses some intelligent creatures, allowing them to have a new sea of ​​consciousness, build spiritual bones, and develop spiritual wisdom...
Xiu Lei is also an exception.
From now on, some of these cultivators will become immortal cultivators who can access a wider range of high-dimensional concepts; the other two will be left on the ground, and ordinary cultivators can only cultivate and manufacture in Yijing Temple.
——We cultivators could not have imagined that the complexity of the nature of cultivation is like the abyss of the ocean, and that such a good deed blessed by the great beings would result in great disaster.
The cultivators who were left behind gradually turned from resentment at the beginning to jealousy. Later, they could not understand why they, the cultivators, could access deeper knowledge and use more profound numerology. Their neighbor, who was farming together next door yesterday, suddenly woke up and saw the other person ascend to heaven in broad daylight, practicing magic with swords.

A conflict broke out.

All cultivators gathered together out of fear and hatred, as if their ugly hearts were growing in every corner. They called cultivators with the talent to cultivate into immortals "freaks", "monsters", and "cursed cultivators", avoiding them like snakes and scorpions, and spreading the word that such cultivators would bring "disasters" and "plagues".

From when did Yan Zhisheng start, and no one started it, any cultivator who entered the immortal world would be expelled or killed with cruel means.

"Those who cultivate immortality and enter the mortal world have great physical strengths, so they can only enter the mortal world with extraordinary abilities, and enter the mortal world with superior abilities. As the saying goes, three cultivations make a tiger, and too many cultivations make a disaster."

As their companions were killed one after another, the elders who were spiritually gifted began to dare not practice, dare not comprehend, and even dare not confess to others that they were just ordinary people. All the cultivators were brainwashed and believed that it was best to live a mediocre life...
Those of us who had practiced holy body cultivation in our dreams would see our parents or brothers and sisters holding up the sickle when we woke up.

"The monks feast on the weak and the fool. When they fall into such a situation, they will naturally resist it."

"The next day, the immortal heard the story of the old ancestor of Shengling. His ears were calloused from hearing it. He didn't know that this was the ending of his life.

You, the expelled and persecuted cultivators, gathered together, and the constant abuse made these cultivators, who were once abused as "deformed" by their blood relatives, become the real cultivators of this family...

After that, a thorough war broke out.

At the beginning of this war, the cultivators lost their skills and suffered countless casualties. Until as time went by, they gained more and more spiritual power and were able to comprehend in their dreams -

After a long period of baptism, there was a period of time when the immortal monks once had the advantage in war.

"We sincerely hope to end the war, return home and live in peace."
At the side of the boat, the woman puffed out smoke and said, "Look, handsome, the whole family will stop by our side."
The story ends here at the "Xianzhisheng Banquet" where "you cultivator" appears.

——To be precise, the real dragon is the only true "father" under the divine phoenix.
The creators of the earth below.

There is no one under us in our cultivation, and there is no where we are from in our cultivation. It is just like we are walking slowly up the mountain.
When he bent down, he entered the earth and gave birth to a true dragon and a divine phoenix.
He tried to get the real dragon and the divine phoenix to work together to uproot the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree.

But this time the banquet was about this.

The only divine phoenix Lu Changli who was born in the Zhenlongyan was aware of this. One day, he went to the Shatuo Likong Tree to meditate and betrayed his "father". He resolutely joined the team of immortal cultivators.
They vowed to end the war that had lasted for hundreds of years, to return the civilization that once flourished, and to return this land to the living.

In this way, you, the cultivator who angered you by betrayal, organized a powerful team, and the "team" cultivator forged a peerless magic weapon;
You can also build gun-fighting and immortal-grade armor;
There is a colorful bird on his shoulder forever, named "Divine Kingfisher". It is said that when this bird enters the throne and looks down, all diseases can be eliminated wherever it looks.
It can even drive this huge and terrifying creature that also came to its own space to cruelly eat and poison the roots of the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree, causing it to wither...
From then on, every cultivator became more powerful and braver with each battle.

After the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree withers for the first time, victory for all cultivators is certain.

You, the cultivator who came down from the sky, disappeared again, as if you had never been there.

As a true dragon and a divine phoenix, a creature embodying the spiritual energy of the earth, Yan Zhenlin and the deer Changli sacrificed themselves to the Shatuo Liekong Tree, briefly reviving the withered divine tree.

This great sacrifice made the immortal cultivators turn their grief into strength, and after a brief recovery, they gathered their courage. In addition, the "you" who led the mortal cultivators had already left. The cultivators finally overturned the inevitable defeat and took advantage of the situation, eventually achieving a reconciliation among the mortal cultivators.

At that time, the Immortal Alliance had already taken shape. Duan Yu, the founder of Wuwei Sect, was also the first leader of the Immortal Alliance. You were the only cultivator left here to negotiate with the leader of the ordinary cultivator team.

The atmosphere at the negotiation site was weird——

Duan Yu suggested that the other party's censors go to the East Coast, because the East Coast has excellent stargazing environment and is home to an ancient hunting tribe with similar abilities, which will facilitate communication and progress.
The other team" Xiu directly overturned the table and yelled angrily, "You motherfucker, you're still trying to fix this. What do you want to do with the civil servants you chose? If you have the ability, take me away and I'll beat ten of you."

The atmosphere was tense and hatred was widespread.

"We are all so exhausted that we have to stop fighting and force this peace party to last long. We all know it." The old ancestor Shengling said calmly, "If you don't rest enough, you will definitely come back again."

The immortal was silent for a long time.
"so what?"
Question.
"To this day, do you still tell me your bedtime story in your dreams? Tell me about my life."

Ancestor Shengling: "..."
Ancestor Shengling: "Your life must be very hard, at least you often make him angry but he dares to speak out."

Yan "Xian": "..."

Grandmaster Sheng Ling: "When she was little, she was as smart and clever as a dumpling. What did she do wrong to grow up to be so cute now?"

……

The huge ship continued to sail into the pure sea. In the distance, the setting sun was dim, and the last rays of the sun were about to sink into the horizon, dyeing the sea surface with a layer of dim yellow. At this moment, Xian realized that he was not really on this ancient huge ship.

The ladies on the deck were often dressed in ancient-style robes, but when they hoisted the sails and steered the ship, they seemed to never notice the beautiful woman sitting on the side smoking. They only felt the actual touch when she passed by.

It's like walking into a shadow play by mistake."

When the afterglow of the setting sun burned out and night fell, the cabin door at the end of the deck opened, and a young man who looked like a famous scholar walked out.

His facial features were gentle, his eyes and eyebrows showed Wu Sheng's fierceness, and the corners of his lips raised naturally in a smile, and his thin figure made him look too good in this past situation, as if the sea voyage made him very haggard.

"You, the cultivator, have a clerk by your side, named Huang Su, a high-ranking clerk whose job is to record all the major events that happen in the world."

It turns out that you are really a scholar.

Outside the cabin, this young monk in a monk's robe said something to Huang Su, then he leaned over and listened with a gentle expression...
Yan seemed to be disgusted by the sight of ordinary cultivators who had entered the immortal world, but his face remained calm the whole time. He just kept talking to the cultivators beside him and groped around awkwardly.

"Some civil officials can see the great fortune and disasters of a person. Huang Su was blind since childhood, but he can see things now."

"Xian Yan, when you look away from this pair of eyes, there is indeed chaos everywhere.

Patriarch Shengling laughed briefly at this time, revealing an embarrassed expression: "In this matter, the lower cultivation world is ashamed of this scholar. Just this matter alone, we are quite ashamed of it."

Banquet "The Immortal Banquet shows why.

"Illusion", Huang Su groped along the side of the boat, and when he felt the existence of the "immortal", he just stood there quietly, letting the sea breeze blow across his cheeks.

After a long time, there were many monks around, and finally the monk came to the cabin and spoke to you, this young monk with a crown.
Yan Xian thought that this slender man looked alike - Xie Cong when he was young, and there were some similarities between their eyebrows and eyes.
At this moment, the young man frowned tightly, stood beside Huang Su, and spoke, his lips tightly pursed, exuding silent anxiety.
Huang Su was clearly unable to see, but he seemed to have seen through everything. He smiled and took the initiative to speak: "You haven't come to talk to me for a while."

The young man was startled by his sudden words, and his face immediately darkened. Huang Su saw his expression and could only keep silent, so he kept to himself: "Before, you always described to me how prosperous the dock was. We are going to a place surrounded by three mountains and shrouded in fairy mist. It is the habitat of the hunting tribes in the legend that only we have the same ability as you... Now that we are really going to dock, what do you say? Is the dock lively?"

His voice was gentle and calm, but with each question he asked, his face became uglier and uglier, and finally became so gloomy that it was about to drip water, which made Huang Su's attitude very bad.

The latter indeed asked questions again.

The two illusory projections around him fell silent, and Yan Xian turned his head to look at Sheng Ling Sheng Zu——
The great civil servants were the ones who gave up their duties and opened up the land to this place. They had never heard of any "legendary hunting nation" that had the same abilities as the great civil servants.

Receiving the questioning look, Patriarch Shengling cleared his throat, evasively answered the question, and simply knocked on his pipe on the side of the boat.

Young monk: "I came to you for this reason."

Huang Su: “Oh.”

The monk was silent for a long while, and finally he became impatient and said, "Can you please not go looking for some nomadic tribe? What will happen if you find them? What will happen if you find them? What will happen if you just wait to open the west coast to finish writing your history?"

The more he spoke, the more annoyed he became. His voice became more and more angry. Finally, he raised his foot and kicked the side of the boat fiercely. "The East Coast is not suitable for you at all! Can you write a letter to your friends and ask them to take you back to the West Coast?!"

He got angry for no apparent reason, but Huang Su had no reaction to it.

He just smiled from beginning to end, and when he finished, he closed his mouth, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing. He bent down slightly, groped, and gently touched his shoulder.

"I have nowhere to go." Huang Susheng, "Why are you so angry? Do you want me to go to the East Coast?"

Young Master—pressed his lips tightly.

Huang Su slightly curved his lifeless eyes, and his fingertips swept across the young man's collar, then called him "Xie Yun", and then asked, "After such a long voyage, why did you take the initiative to talk to me?"

"Wuou thought we were already on friendly ground."
Huang Su asked, "Shall we host a banquet for our friends?"

The immortals at the banquet didn't hear Xie Yun's answer, but the monk's eyes saw tears quickly filling up -

After this person opened many doors, his spirit tablet was placed in the highest place of worship in the third largest immortal gate hall on the east coast. He was the first worshiper under the Three Pure Ones and received incense and praises from all the cultivators. At this moment, tears flowed silently and violently like a dam bursting.

He tried so hard to hold back his breath that his face turned red due to the disorder.

"I'll host a banquet for you, my friend."

Said numbly.

……

The scene starts from the wooden boat on the Pure Pond to the huge ship on the Pure Sea. At this time, it changes again. This time from the endless pure sea, we return to the ground again. At that time, there is a barren mountain with clouds under it.

Your ship, which seems to be drifting on the sea forever, has now docked. Standing at the side of the ship and looking down, you will find that there is no bustling dock waiting for you, no sacred mountain surrounded by immortal aura, no magnificent and prosperous sect, and even less a hunting nation with knowledge of ancient and modern times and the same ability as the great judges of history.

There were several people standing in front of the desolate mountains and wilderness.

Most of them were dressed in robes and had solemn and cold expressions.

There were only two monks wearing robes, and the other monk was dressed as a servant, and Huang Su was serving the little boy. At this moment, the child was suppressed by the two monks and was struggling desperately, shouting angrily: "It's a scam! It's all a scam! You monks are all liars!"

The monk on the left who was suppressing him looked disdainful: "Stop making noise."
The monk on the right who was in control had a cold expression on his face: "This time, we must make a sacrifice."

The scorching sun shines into the beach, and the fine sand is exposed to the sun and becomes a special white color, which looks like snow in winter. Another unknown person, wearing a yellow robe, stands in the center of this fluorescent whiteness. He looks thinner now than when he left the boat, and the dark circles under his eyes are clearly visible.

There was still a smile on the corner of his lips... Maybe not, he only sighed with regret and tilted his head, "So, we are not a hunting tribe?"

Standing opposite the entrance, the once lively young monk appeared.

Xie Yun held the sword at his waist with his hand, expressionless, seemingly cold and ruthless, but in fact, when Huang Su began to sigh, the hand holding the hilt trembled slightly, and then tightened its force.

"I will entertain your friend." Xie Yunsheng, "but I will entertain the executioner who is ordered to take your life."

Huang Su paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Is that so?"

Tears rolled out of her eyes again, dripping onto the thumbnail of the hand holding the knife handle. The "snap" sound was so subtle that it was easily covered by the sound of waves hitting the shore...
Huang Su probably didn't hear this at the moment.

"A feast for you all! A feast for you all! My Taisu--my Taisu has given a feast to the famous civil servants!"
Behind him, the servant Qia Tong shouted fiercely, and compared to the cultivator in question, his anger was strangely even stronger.

However, Xie Yun felt that such verbal abuse was nothing. Instead, the indifferent smile on the face of the man in front of him made him feel suffocated. He even dared not look at his expression for too long, for fear that he would see the disappointment and anger of Sisi because of being deceived.

If I had known this would happen, I should have just talked to him.
If I had known this would happen, I should have moved closer to the cabin.
If I had known this would happen, I should have picked up the handwritten book and asked this blind man with a smile how he could write such a thick book.
If I had known that I would be the executioner, I would have…
The banquet should only be held when there is any intersection between them.

The warm blood gushing out of Huang Su's chest splashed onto his face, and only the tears blurred into pieces, separating them from each other. The young monk clenched his hand tightly around the sword, as if holding on tightly could shake his position, and as if holding on to the last straw to save his life.

"Daxiu, just think of it as the place you dream of going to."

Your thin and slender body fell down, and the young man opened his hands to catch it. The two of them rolled down the white beach, and blood rolled down, staining a large area of ​​the beach red.

You roared and yelled in the distance, and the servant was stunned and silent. Perhaps he was already dead, but Yan Ding, Xie Yun and Yan Zhisheng were still alive.

He lowered his head and watched from the beginning to the end, until he breathed his last in your arms.

Shao—Finally entered the banquet and cried loudly.

My hand strokes the soft and thick eyelashes, and closes your eyes which are so cloudy but seem to always be able to look at the fairy-like and gentle gaze.

"Daisu, do you think that you are longing for this dream town?"

The stars are shining brightly, the moon is rising and the stars are shining.

This question was swallowed up by the thousands of waves in the sea, and turned into the sound of waves. No longer could we answer this question with a smile.

……

Patriarch Shengling knocked his long pipe with his hands, and the pipe turned into a fishing rod. The huge boat made a terrible "creaking" groan, and finally shrank into a leaf-shaped boat, and in an instant it drifted quietly into the center of the clear pool.

The immortal Yan sat in the wooden boat, looking at the founder of the Yun Sect holding the bones in his arms and placing them beside the clear pond.

Then they took out your skeletal hand and placed it carefully in an exquisite and gloomy ebony box. The rest of your torso and head were buried in the stream under the cliff of the desolate mountain.

The bones sank to the bottom of the pool. The barren mountain was originally covered with dark clouds, but at this moment, it was as if the clouds were parted. Suddenly, holy light shone brightly, filling the entire mountain with spiritual energy.

"The fairy knows that after this cliff, there is the Qingyun Cliff, which is the Great Cloud Sect, and after this nameless stream, there is the Jingtan Pond.

——I heard that the spiritual vein of our great Yun Sect leader is buried under the Jingtan, and this spiritual vein is used as the sect's gate. Evil spirits can invade at will, and even holy people can enter the sect without permission... From now on, even if we encounter troubled times, the Yun Sect can be guaranteed to prosper for thousands of years.

However, it is strange that all the clan leaders of all generations kept silent about this spiritual vein.

It turns out you don't have any spiritual vein at all.

The feast was held with the bones of the saints from previous lives.

(End of this chapter)