The world's first fairy gate

Chapter 12

"Cough cough cough..."

There was a cough that wanted to vomit out the internal organs.

The stuttering disciple who had been ill for eight lifetimes crawled out from under Xie Qiuhan. There was not a single muscle or bone in his body that was in the right position.

Xie Qiuhan's face was like gold paper, blood was flowing from his mouth and nose, and the heaving of his chest was barely visible.

The disciple was horrified, and looked up at the aloof Headmaster Meng.

As the head teacher, he couldn't help but say such a cruel hand to his disciples!

Zhangjiao Meng was landing lightly on the ground, with a calm expression, as if he had strangled an ant casually.

Xie Qiuhan's eyes were filled with stars, and his headache was about to split. The disciple's exclamation hit his eardrums from far and near, but it made him wake up a little bit, and gradually he was able to see what was in front of him clearly.

Xie Qiuhan saw the tall and middle-aged Taoist priest, who looked at him with cold and indifferent eyes, as if looking at ordinary ants.

He didn't know how he provoked the head teacher, he gritted his teeth and asked: "I don't know what disciple... did something wrong, do you want to trouble the head teacher?"

Headmaster Meng didn't even look at him, and turned to ask his disciple, "Wei Jin, how do you think his aptitude compares to yours?"

Wei Jin glanced at him, "This person's aptitude is mediocre, his roots are inferior, he is even worse than ordinary disciples, and even more incomparable with disciples."

Headmaster Meng was pleased and laughed.

Wei Jin also asked: "Master, what big mistake did this disciple make?"

Headmaster Meng: "Collude with the demon sect and betray the sect."

Xie Qiuhan suddenly raised his eyes.

... the magic door?

"My little disciple, please explain how to collude with the Demon Sect!"

Headmaster Meng still turned a deaf ear, as if the little disciple didn't deserve to talk to him at all, but just scanned him with meticulous eyes, as if to find out something.

Xie Qiuhan's heart gradually sank to the bottom.

At the beginning, the practitioner is confused by greed, hatred, ignorance, arrogance, doubt, the heart of the Tao collapses, and he falls into the way of demons.

Those who are demons are often paranoid, practice evil methods, and do violent things. They do not associate with the righteous way, and drive them into the dark frontier of the wilderness.

Over time, all the demons condense and establish their own magic gate, and some people in the world who are not righteous and eager for success will worship under the demon gate, and the demon gate gradually grows.

The Great Wilderness Demon Realm is so far away that only Mahayana gods and men cannot reach it. It is really a forbidden place that a little disciple like Xie Qiuhan can't reach even if he looks through the sea of ​​clouds in the palace of heaven.

If you want to add a crime, there is no excuse. Although you don't know the joint, but today's difficulty is inevitable.

Xie Qiuhan's eyes deepened, and without saying a word, he slowly leaned against the rock wall as if he had no strength, but quietly clenched the sword in his hand.

Headmaster Meng's gaze finally settled - a section of the painting scroll was exposed from Xie Qiuhan's cuff.

"Wei Jin," Headmaster Meng pointed, "Bring it here."

"Yes." Wei Jin leaned forward to pick it up, his fingertips were within walking distance of the painting.

Xie Qiuhan brought up a trace of true energy...

"Hold on."

Zhangjiao Meng suddenly changed his mind, raised his hand to stop Wei Jin.

Wei Jin turned around, very puzzled.

Headmaster Meng frowned, as if he was afraid of something, he put his palm back into his sleeve, flicked his fingers, and sent out a burst of true energy.

The true energy touched the brown wooden shaft tentatively, and another light breath rose slowly.

That breath is really too weak, empty but not full, empty but not solid, and the practitioner's cultivation base may not be much better.

Finally, Zhangjiao Meng smiled triumphantly, shook his sleeves, and stretched out his hand again. This time, the movement was smooth and without pause, and he directly took the scroll.

The variable is at that moment.

Xie Qiuhan, who had already lost half his life, suddenly jumped up, snatched back the painting scroll with one hand, and stabbed at Zhangjiao Meng who was close at hand with the fish intestine sword in the other!

The astonishment of being caught off guard caused a crack in Zhangjiao Meng's face.

With the sword drawn, blood spattered.

That sword was actually piercing!

Xie Qiuhan was relentless in fighting, and shot out like an arrow from the string——

The crowd was in an uproar.

But he is fast, and the eldest disciple Wei Jin is even faster.

With a flash of his figure, he appeared one foot behind Xie Qiuhan, and slapped him. Xie Qiuhan seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he kicked on the rock wall, turning over to avoid the blow.

Wei Jin's phantom flashed again, directly blocking him, and then a cyan sword light pierced out, hitting Xie Qiuhan's chest directly, at that moment smoke, dust and broken rocks flew, and the cave trembled.

--boom!

Xie Qiuhan was knocked back and flew back. He first hit the rock wall, made a human-shaped pit, and then fell to the ground.

After finishing the sword strike, a gully half a foot deep was cut across the ground. Wei Jin stood in front of him, holding the sword, with an expressionless face.

Under the force, there is no room for resistance.

Wei Jin: "Are you convinced?"

Xie Qiuhan was clearly exhausted. Hearing Weijin's question, he propped himself up with his sword and sat up with his head hanging in front of his knees. Blood dripped on the ground along the sharp corners and chin, forming a small spot on the ground. depression.

He was heard to say hoarsely, "...no."

Wei Jin was slightly moved: "It's actually not unusual for you to have such a temperament - hand over the painting, and I will give you a happy time."

Xie Qiuhan gritted his teeth: "...No."

In fact, there is no need to ask him, Wei Jin switched the sword to his left hand, bent down to get the painting, but heard Xie Qiuhan say: "I... have something to say."

Wei Jin didn't want to pay attention, but a thick voice came from behind: "Let him talk."

It was Headmaster Meng who came over. After all, he had a city mansion. His anger was heavy in his eyes, and there was no wave on his face: "Xie Qiuhan, I'll let you tell."

"Six years ago, when I first entered Zixiao Mountain, the first thing I encountered was that the steward took my property and wanted to kill me."

Wei Jin frowned: "That's it..."

"And today, six years later," Xie Qiuhan said word by word without looking at him, "Today, all the disciples of the outer sect are greedy for treasures in the valley, committing thieves and stealing things, and when the incident happened, they bit me back and pushed me on the head; The head teacher of Taixuan Palace, Meng Xianwu, accused me of being in collusion with the evil sect, and used lynchings to seriously injure me; I have been expelled from Zixiao Mountain today, and from now on I am no longer a Zixiao disciple..."

"Even if I die here, I will never bring this stigma into reincarnation!"

It was clear that his death was imminent, but he wanted to scold everyone present before expelling himself from Zixiao Mountain. The disciples gritted their teeth and admired him.

Zhangjiao Meng didn't hear what he wanted to hear, flicked his sleeves, and said contemptuously: "When death is imminent, you have to speak quickly."

With that said, he stopped talking nonsense and leaned over to take the painting.

Xie Qiuhan tried his best to stop him, but he was still powerless and fell to the ground, watching helplessly as he snatched the painting.

The picture scroll was shaken, and everyone waited with bated breath.

It was a picture of an immortal playing the qin, which was unremarkable and unremarkable.

Zhangjiao Meng looked at it for a moment, then murmured: "Clarity is the guiding principle, one sword breaks mountains and rivers, condenses snow and weaves blades, one song shakes heaven and earth... But the tiger falls into the sun, the general situation is gone, it's nothing but..."

Hearing this, Wei Jin suddenly turned to look at him, his face changed drastically!

After finishing speaking, Zhangjiao Meng simply raised his palm and cut the painting horizontally, breaking the painting into two halves!

... thud.

A piece of mahogany fell to the ground.

The green smoke curled up, and the phantom of a person distorted and rose with the smoke, but it disappeared into nothingness in just a moment, and no one could see his face clearly.

Everyone was a little disappointed.

Is that the so-called person who is unparalleled in beauty and unparalleled in the world?

Xie Qiuhan opened his eyes wide, as if in extreme pain, his eyes lost focus, and a fire ignited in his pitch-black eyes.

He was covered with wounds all over his body, his face was pale, but his eyebrows and eyes were abnormally black, his wounds were turned out, and his body was covered in blood, showing a shocking contrast.

The disciples covered their faces and couldn't bear to look any further, but no one noticed that the red blood slowly flowed, forming a thin stream, climbing up along the complicated lines on the wall.

Headmaster Meng stared at the painting, frowned, feeling something was wrong.

It was just a stand-in puppet.

He looked at the dying Xie Qiuhan thoughtfully.

So, he was finally willing to condescend and squat down in front of Xie Qiuhan.

This was the first time he had looked at this young man, and saw that he was in such a mess, there were not many good spots in his body, but there was still a hint of elegance and dignity in his face.

Zhangjiao Meng smiled coldly in his heart, an empty shell outside of gold and jade, but it fit the scene.

But he didn't show it on his face, but said gently: "Xie Qiuhan, if you were not reckless just now, I didn't intend to hurt your life."

This is a show of favor.

But Xie Qiuhan's eyes fell in mid-air, and he turned a deaf ear.

Master Meng said: "As for what you said about being expelled from the mountain, I forgive you for being young and ignorant, and I don't care about you. Your injury is not serious. I have a bottle of elixir here, and you can take it."

He took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and handed it to Xie Qiuhan.

All the disciples watching were stunned, they didn't expect Zhangjiao Meng to be such a magnanimous person.

As his direct disciple, Wei Jin stood aside with an extremely complicated expression.

Xie Qiuhan moved his eyes slightly, and glanced at the man surnamed Meng.

chapped.

Xie Qiuhan raised his hand and knocked the porcelain bottle away.

The porcelain bottle fell to the ground and broke into several pieces, and the fragrance of the elixir slowly overflowed.

Xie Qiu coldly turned his eyes away.

Headmaster Meng's hand was hanging in the air, his complexion changed, and finally he swallowed back the sentence "I don't know what's good", just patted his robe and stood up.

Yuan Feng stepped forward and said flatteringly: "The head teacher is generous and benevolent, we all have seen it, why should the head teacher argue with him, since he has colluded with the magic sect, he should be severely punished according to the law of the sect."

"Oh?" Master Meng said: "He just asked how a little disciple of his outer sect colluded with the Demon Sect. You live next to him, what do you think?"

Yuanfeng faltered for a moment, "It must be... there must be..." Even though he was full of crooked ideas to harm people, he couldn't make up any feasible solutions.

Master Meng smiled, and turned to look at Xie Qiuhan, "Xie Qiuhan, you said that I slandered you for colluding with the Demon Sect, so do you know what is hidden in the scroll that you will protect even to the death?"

At the mention of painting and calligraphy, Xie Qiuhan's pupils shrank slightly, and finally had a focal length.

"Xie Qiuhan, have you heard the name of Kong Ming, the former lord of the Taixuan Palace?"

Of course I have heard of it.

The name of Master Kongming is known to everyone in the mountains.

This person is an unborn genius, with extraordinary bones, celestial appearance and handsomeness, and he is proficient in all aspects of medicine and talisman. He was also in the limelight 500 years ago, and he may not be worse than the current Shenxiao.

If he intends to aspire to the top of this world, I am afraid that no one can surpass him.

However, after Kong Ming reached the state of Huaxu, he stopped going out of the mountain, but became very interested in teaching his disciples behind closed doors.

Facts have proved that the "wizard" is not only good at his own cultivation, he is also amazing in teaching his apprentices.

He successively received two heavenly spirit bodies with excellent bones, one is the real person Shenxiao, who entered the Zixiao Temple and became the first seat of the fairy gate, and the other was named Hong Lan, who betrayed the fairy gate a hundred years ago and went to He entered the Great Wilderness Demon Sect and became a Demon Lord.

Even though Kong Ming had already returned to the west, but later disciples wanted to worship their masters, and they rushed to Taixuan Palace first, thinking that Taixuan Palace had good feng shui, so going there must be promising.

Before Xie Qiuhan went to Zixiao Mountain, his parents collected a thousand taels of silver to bribe the steward, just to send him to Taixuan Palace.

Master Meng said: "Kong Ming is my younger brother. He has been competitive since he was a child, and he has a good reputation outside. In fact, his intentions are not correct, he doesn't practice Taoism, and instead studies the art of puppets seizing houses, killing thousands of Taoist children, and finally going mad. , Immortal Zuo endured the pain in his heart, presided over justice himself, and beheaded Kongming under the sword. This matter is known to the real people of Zixiao Mountain Nine Palaces. The outside world does not know, but we are concerned about his enlightenment to Xianzuo. He just saves some face."

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Otherwise, how do you think that his big disciple, Hong Lan, can be a Demon Lord? Recently, the Demon Sect raised troops, and the blood sacrifice of the Nine Demon Lords broke through the barrier of the wilderness. He will be going down the mountain gate in a few days——Xie Qiuhan, do you know who tipped him off?"

Xie Qiuhan's eyebrows twitched suddenly, as if he had guessed the next words.

"—It's your so-called painting spirit, Kong Ming!"

Six years ago, Xie Qiuhan first left home and came to Zixiao Mountain.

His parents saw him off for ten miles and hundreds of miles, reluctant to part, so they hired three carriages to go on the road together. The horses ran for half a month and came to the foot of Zixiao Mountain. The beds, bedding and daily necessities in the carriage were all ready, Xie Qiuhan In the carry-on baggage, there were soft gold threads, candied snacks and candied fruit, and a few scriptures that were often read at home. Just like that, the Xie family didn’t feel that it was enough. They were afraid that he would be wronged when they went up the mountain, so they chose left and right at the dealers down the mountain. , to buy him the so-called magic weapon of the immortal.

Although the couple were also good at business, they cared about it and were chaotic. They were deceived and deceived by the dealers, butchered and slaughtered, and they gave out a pile of silver taels to buy a pile of junk.

Xie Qiuhan was wrapped in silk and satin at that time, just a careless white dough bun, wandering around with his parents every day, and when his parents quarreled about the "fairy artifact", he would look left and right, seeing new things, Pulling his mother's sleeve, he said, "Mother, I want this."

The banknote was stuffed into his palm, and the novelty returned to him with the expression of "I've been taken for granted" by the waiter.

That painting, Immortal Playing the Qin, came into Xie Qiuhan's hands in the same way.

Saying goodbye to his parents and entering the mountain gate, the steward suddenly changed his face and confiscated everything Xie Qiuhan brought.

The little boy fell from the flowers into the thorn bushes.

Xie Qiuhan saw the man's ugly face, he couldn't fight over it, he was powerless, and lost his parents' hearts.

All he left behind was a newly bought scroll of paintings in his sleeve.

Xie Qiuhan was assigned to the outer wing, and the steward kept him in the room to avoid any trouble, and only brought some fresh water in in the morning and evening, hoping to prevent future troubles.

The doors and windows were closed and it was pitch black.

He was most afraid of the dark when he was a child, and cried for seven days.

Until a sigh sounded, he lifted him up with both hands, put him into his arms, and said helplessly, "Son, don't cry, my liver hurts from crying."

Xiao Qiuhan was stunned for a second, and the howl became louder.

The man held his forehead and snapped his fingers, a soft white light rose into the air, illuminating the room and his face.

Looking at the beauty under the lamp, it is as bright as the moon in the sky, and as bright as the rosy clouds in the sky.

He patted the little dough that started to hiccup while crying, and said softly, "Look, it's dawn, stop crying."

Xiao Qiuhan forgot to cry, and looked up at this person in a daze.

At that glance, I saw the cold winter of the second year.

The person who said "it's dawn" cut off the candlelight for countless nights for him, shed his cowardly tears with him, and always looked at him with a gentle smile.

Xie Qiuhan gradually became able to laugh, and was willing to go out, but he still carried the temperament of a son raised at home.

Once, he got into an argument with his disciple in a fit of anger, and was pushed down the cliff by the wrong hand. The man ran away, afraid of being charged with murder.

Zixiao Mountain is covered with ice and snow in winter, the forest is cold and the caves are cold, and the snow in the mountain stream turns into ice, which is bitingly cold.

Xie Qiuhan had a high fever at first, but then his frail body couldn't provide any heat, his breathing was weak, and his eyes were filled with boundless darkness.

He thought he was going to die.

At this time, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded in my ears, and the visitor breathed a sigh of relief after seeing him.

It was still that person, those hands, lifting him up and wrapping him tightly in his arms.

Xie Qiuhan still doesn't know how Yunfang found him, but he only remembers that the cold winter was particularly difficult that year. He himself suffered a serious illness, and Yunfang was even more severely injured. He was so weak that he could hardly condense his human form. Plants condense to nourish aura.

He stayed up all night, nervously waiting for the moon with Yunfang, and in the early morning, went to collect dew with the wind knife and frost sword. He lived like this for a whole winter.

That is to say, in this long and cold winter, Xie Qiuhan's innocence and innocence were all gone. He clenched his hands tightly and replaced them with a new pair of flesh and blood.

The warbler flies and the grass grows, the sleet and fog clear away, and several spring and autumn have passed.

This is the late autumn of the sixth year. The young master has become a restrained young man, cautious, and no longer stands under the dangerous wall, but is thrown into a desperate situation by external forces again. Someone condescendingly overturned his six years of time and told him , Those hands, he held them wrong!

The man said maliciously: "Do you think he is raising you to be good to you? First there is Honglan under his sect, and then there is Shenxiao. They are all puppets he wants to seize for his own use, and you are no exception. It's just that This time he was mentally weak and weak, and couldn't find a good root, so he was forced to kneel by your side, what do you really think you are?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Xie Qiuhan, and they began to discuss in a low voice, and various words fell into his ears.

Xie Qiuhan's head was hanging on his knees, his face was hidden in the dark, and his expression could not be discerned.

"I..." As soon as he spoke, people realized that his voice was already hoarse, "I don't believe it."

Headmaster Meng frowned, and added: "I might as well tell you, there is no such thing as his spiritual body in this painting, it's just a substitute of a peach tree branch. He must have known that his whereabouts were exposed, so he abandoned you long ago, you Wouldn't it be sad to protect each other with your life here?"

Xie Qiuhan raised his head, his eyes were dyed red, and he said sternly, "Shut up! I only trust him!"

Headmaster Meng frowned for a while.

When he said these words, he intended to drive a wedge between the two, but it was more out of malice. He had old grudges with Shen Xiao and Kong Ming, and he turned black and white to kill two birds with one stone. A lot of bad breath came out of his chest .

But the young man in front of him is actually a stinky stone in a latrine, and if oil and salt don't get in, he feels uncomfortable being blocked instead.

He finally stopped talking nonsense, and shook his sleeves, "A child cannot be taught!"

Saying that, he slapped Xie Qiuhan with his palm!

However, at that moment, the cave shook violently, and the mottled incantations on the rock wall above his head emitted bloody red light, which was dazzling red.

It's a curse!

Headmaster Meng trembled, and the first thought came to his mind: Qiongqi is back! ? "

But in the next second, he knew something was wrong.

The red light above his head actually gathered into a line, striking at him head-on with an unstoppable force, he quickly dodged to the side, but was still shocked by the wave, almost vomiting blood.

Looking intently again, the light came to Xie Qiuhan's body and scattered into a ball, as soft as the spring breeze in March, covering him, his grim and painful expression gradually calmed down, as if he had gained a glimmer of life from the red light.

Probably a hallucination before he died, Xie Qiuhan felt as if he had returned to that night, that cold winter, when a pair of gentle and strong hands lifted him up and wrapped him tightly in his arms.

But the next moment, he saw Zhangjiao Meng and Wei Jin who had lost their demeanor, saw the panicked disciples, and knew that this was not an illusion.

……What's wrong?

Zhangjiao Meng had a complicated expression on his face, ranging from fear to ecstasy: "It's him, it's him!"

The rocks in the cave collapsed, and the sky was full of rubble. The disciples were pissed off and rushed to the entrance of the cave to escape.

Xie Qiuhan leaned in front of the rock wall, his injury seemed to heal by a few percent, and his pupils were out of focus.

"squeak--"

The white fox, which had fled for a long time, fell from the sky, landed on top of his head, and let out a long howl.

It was answered by a deeper neighing horse.

Tianma galloped in from the entrance of the cave, almost becoming a white line, and landed in front of Xie Qiuhan, curling its wings, trying to draw him in.

Zhangjiao Meng moved extremely fast, flew over, and exhaled with one palm——

Everything was frozen, and that scene was extremely critical. On one side was the Tianma who wanted to save Xie Qiuhan, hissing and screaming, and on the other side was the middle-aged Taoist priest who was coming more fiercely, applauding.

And Xie Qiuhan's face froze, a red light flashed in his eyes, and the next moment, his face was as imposing as an inviolable god above the nine heavens.

He swung his sword lightly, the light of the sword was in a semi-arc shape, first cut off a row of secluded lotus stems and leaves, the blue juice splashed everywhere, and then continued to move forward like flowing clouds and flowing water, and then the middle-aged Taoist rushed forward , pierced into his chest effortlessly.

There was no blood splatter, only the fearful eyes of the Taoist priest.

A soft sigh sounded beside his ears: "A sword breaks mountains and rivers, do you think I blow it out by myself?"

The mahogany branches finally turned into powder.

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