Mythological origin

Chapter 4 History Text
Early the next morning, several carriages set off from the rebel camp.

One of them was carrying the old man, two of them were carrying his guards, and the remaining one was stuffing nine selected young men into the main hall of Qixuanmen in Feixia Mountain, Taizhou.

Unlike the well-fed, big-armed, and powerful guards, these young people from refugees are all masters with little flesh on their bodies.

Four guards can fill a whole carriage, and there is still some space for nine teenagers to sit in the carriage.

No one in the refugee camp was interested in getting to know others, and a group of teenagers who had been beaten countless times by life fell into silence.

Speechless all the way.

……

Feixia Mountain, formerly known as Luobao Mountain, is said to be the place where the true immortal Baibao Xingjun fell during the battle of the ancient fairy world, and his remains turned into the Luobao Mountain Range that stretches for thousands of miles.

But time has changed, this Luobao Mountain was later occupied by Feixia Sect, a great martial arts sect, for a hundred years, and its name was changed to Feixia Mountain because it violated the taboo of Marlboro, a certain head of Feixia Sect.

Although Feixia Sect disappeared in smoke, the name of Feixia Mountain has been preserved till now.

Now Feixia Mountain is controlled by Qixuanmen, and it is also the location of the main hall of Qixuanmen.

Under the management of several generations, the core area of ​​this mountain range has been built like an iron barrel by Qixuanmen.

A certain very ambitious sect master even let go of his bold words, saying that even if a large number of forbidden troops came to attack, they would not be able to do anything to this place.

"Hundred Treasure Star Lord..."

Bai Mo has no impression of this name, but he doesn't really believe in such legends.

Because in the Daochen Immortal Realm, generally only a very small number of top golden immortals, or figures at the level of Dao Zun, would add the word Xingjun to their names.

But for such an existence, the size of its real body is comparable to a domain in the mortal world. If it is really a complete relic, how could there be only a mountain range stretching for thousands of miles.

At best, it can be regarded as losing a long hair.

……

"The Qixuanmen is a famous sect in Taizhou, this is Mo Lao..."

Along the way, a middle-aged man who looked like an old man's follower chattered endlessly with this group of youths selected from among the refugees, bragging about the style of Qixuanmen and the identity of the old man.

The old man sat alone in another carriage, not knowing what he was doing.

From the middle-aged man's description, they also learned that the old man's surname was Mo, he was a master of medicine, and also a senior guest elder of Qixuanmen, who was responsible for dealing with various difficult and miscellaneous diseases in the school.

The main purpose of coming to the refugee camp is to take these refugees whose lives are as cheap as grass to test the effect of the new medicine that I recently invented.

Of course, what he said was very mellow, but he kept describing that the old man surnamed Mo had noble medical ethics and superb medical skills. He donated medicine to refugees everywhere, and the medicine he provided was his latest achievement just released.

Bai Mo noticed that this Doctor Mo seemed to have a very difficult relationship with many people in the rebel army. When the carriage left just now, many important figures from the rebel army came out to see him off in person.

Combined with the "sect master's rhetoric" heard from the middle-aged population, he guessed that the rebel army was supported by Qixuanmen.

……

The boy who begged hard to take his brother with him yesterday, now both of them are huddled in the corner of the carriage.

Bai Mo only glanced at it, and saw that this so-called "brother" was actually "Didi", a little girl who spent a lot of time defiled her image.

With fluffy and messy hair, smudges all over his hands and feet, and a face covered in soot, he looked like a standard vagrant beggar.

It seemed that they found themselves being watched. Even though they were in a safe carriage now, the brother and sister still seemed a little nervous.

The precarious life in the refugee camp for several days obviously had a profound impact on them.

……

"These are a few seedlings I picked, and let them also participate in the selection in tomorrow's gate."

"Understood." Zhao Guanshi, who greeted the group in the main hall, said with a flattering smile.

The old man surnamed Mo has a very special status in Qixuanmen. Although he is only a guest minister in name, he has used medical skills to save the lives of several senior members of the gang.

Even if adding people temporarily does not conform to the rules of the gang, but an outsider in charge will not offend Mo Lao, who has a special status in the gang, over these trivial matters.

"Bring them all to me."

The steward quickly recruited a few servants.

"Send a few gentlemen to the bamboo forest guest house to rest."

The Zhulin Guest House is a separate courtyard for guests from the outer sect, and it only accepts guests from the Qixuan sect. Generally, young people who participate in the selection within the sect do not have such treatment to live there.

However, looking at the face of the old man surnamed Mo, Manager Zhao specially arranged for them.

"At sunrise tomorrow, everyone will gather in the back mountain."

"Yes!"

……

"Compared to the chaos outside, this place is indeed a paradise." Bai Mo lay in this rather quiet house, continuing to slowly sort out the huge memory belonging to Dao Zun.

The mortal body he seized, the processing speed of memory information is really too slow.

How huge is the memory of a Daoist for tens of thousands of years, even if only a small part of it is carried in the remnant soul, for ordinary mortals, it is still an amount of information that cannot be read in ten lifetimes.

"What am I going to do in this life?" A very serious question suddenly appeared in Bai Mo's mind.

When he was the Immortal Venerable Moyang, he was basically invincible in the sky and invincible in the world.

Even the guys who turned into human beings to block the way when crossing the catastrophe have all been driven into reincarnation by him, and there is no enemy who needs revenge.

Although for monks at the Daoist level, being put into reincarnation does not mean death.

But if they want to recover from the sun, they may have to recover for tens of thousands of years first.

The only possible enemy, perhaps, is Heaven.

It was just that when he was the Daoist Moyang, Bai Mo had tried countless times to test the way of heaven.

Tiandao has always been very fair to those things that cannot threaten him. Even if Bai Mo returns to the level of Daoist, as long as he does not try to take that step, Tiandao will not cause him any trouble, just like a trigger that is only triggered under certain conditions. program.

If you don't take the initiative to challenge its bottom line, you won't be hammered.

Moreover, Dao Zun's life enjoyment does not count, and Dao Chen Xianjie has never heard of Dao Zun dying at the end of his life, being beaten to pieces by the enemy, and his body parts have been suppressed for a long time in various places in the fairy world.

"Then spend some time looking for the so-called 'historical text'?"

Bai Mo played with the jade pendant in his hand again. He always felt that this historical text seemed to be inextricably related to him.

After thinking about it, he only found such a goal that was barely a goal for the time being.

As for Qixuanmen or Daqian, in the eyes of the former Wannian old monster, there is really not much difference, and they are all destined to be just passing scenery.

A mere mortal organization with a history of 200 years is no different from a mayfly that lives and dies.

Even the so-called thousand-year-old family and the ten-thousand-year sect are far less long than he alone became Daoist.

(End of this chapter)