The heavens started from the Sun Moon God Religion

Chapter 1 Blackwood Cliff

Sun Moon God Religion, Heimuya Martial Arts Arena.

"Oh, I'm exhausted!"

"When will the cultivation of this Zhuang Gong be a head!"

"That's right! That's right! It's been almost a month since I joined the school. Apart from practicing some basic boxing skills every day, I just stand on my feet. When will I be able to practice martial arts like those official disciples!"

A group of teenagers in gray clothes sat profusely around the Martial Arts Field with sweat profusely. A few or a dozen people sat together. There were hundreds of people around the Martial Arts Field with a radius of hundreds of feet.

"Brother Jin Bao, you are the most well-informed in Heimuya, and you are the son of Wei Xiangzhu, the sub-ruler of Yongchuan. Do you know how long we have to practice Zhuang Gong?"

"When?"

A tall, dark-skinned boy looked at his companions with disdain on his face: "Just wait until you use this pile of skills to cultivate the inner family's true energy."

"Hey... But, don't think about it these days, even if you cultivate your internal energy, it's useless to practice higher skills."

"what?"

"Why?"

"Could it be that those people who were picked away by Elder Gao in the Martial Arts Field just cultivated the true energy of the inner family?"

The people below were talking about it.

Wei Jinbao curled his lips, turned his head to look around, and said in a low voice: "Didn't the gods see the changes in this martial arts field these days?"

"Variety?"

"What changes?"

……

"No wonder you can't cultivate inner family's true qi, each of you is really elm-headed!"

Wei Jinbao said again: "Let me ask you, how long has it been since Elder Gao who taught us Zhuang Gong practice came to this martial arts field?"

"Huh? That's right!"

"Brother Jin Bao, it seems that Elder Gao hasn't been to the martial arts field for a while!"

"At least five or six days."

"I thought Elder Gao had already taught it!"

……

"Hush! Let me tell you, none of the ten elders are on the mountain these days!" Wei Jinbao whispered.

"What? None of the ten elders are here?"

"Could it be that the Five Sacred Sword Sect has attacked?"

"Still going to fight the Five Sacred Sword Sect?"

……

Seeing everyone's astonishment, Wei Jinbao nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, according to the information I got, the Right Envoy of our divine sect brought ten elders to Mount Hua!"

"Huashan?"

Someone said worriedly: "I heard that Huashan is the leader of the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sect. There are many master swordsmen in the sect. Recently, there is a Huashan Sword Sage, Feng Qingyang, who even defeated the flourishing Songshan Sect in the Five Sacred Mountains League last year. Zuo Zhaoyang.

Moreover, the Huashan faction is the leader of the Five Sacred Sacred Sect, and holding the leader's command flag can call on the other four factions. Is it dangerous for the right envoy to lead the ten elders to attack the Huashan faction? "

"Huashan faction?"

Wei Jinbao chuckled disdainfully: "I'm afraid you don't know that ten years ago, the leader led the ten elders to join the Huashan sect. At that time, the elders of the Huashan sect, Yue Su and Cai Zifeng, all died at the hands of the ten elders.

This time, the top ten elders' skills are more profound, and they are afraid of what they Huashan faction will do?As for the other four schools of the Wuyue Sword School, they may not be able to compare with the Huashan School.

You just watch, it won't take long for the Right Envoy and the ten elders to return triumphantly!At that time, all Shaolin, Wudang, and Five Sacred Sword Sects will have to submit to our Sun Moon God Sect. "

"That's right!"

"Sun Moon God Sect, dominate the world!"

"You don't even need the leader to step in, just the right envoy and ten elders can sweep the rivers and lakes!"

drop by drop...

At this moment, a few strong men in black in the middle of the martial arts field blew their bamboo whistles.

This meant that the few breaks in the day were over, and a group of teenagers looked bitter, and dragged their tired bodies to every corner of the martial arts field, straightened their postures, and started to practice again.

drink!
what!
The screams were endless, and a thin young man next to Wei Jinbao had a pale complexion. He was practicing the basic boxing techniques one by one. Gradually, he felt that his legs and arms were sore, his waist and abdomen could not lift his strength, and his movements began to deform.

Snapped!
A shadow of a whip came across the sky, and amidst the scalp-numbing sound, a long black whip as thick as a thumb was whipped on the boy's back.

The young man groaned, staggered and fell to the ground, a bloodstain appeared on his back in the blink of an eye, the blood stained his clothes red, leaving a terrible wound.

"Pose up!"

A burly man in black stood next to the boy with a cold face, his cold tone made the scalp tingle, and the long whip in his hand dragged on the ground, leaving a trail of blood.

A group of teenagers including Wei Jinbao quickly suppressed the fear in their hearts and straightened their postures.

The young man showed fear and struggled to get up, but the whip seemed to drain all the strength in his body, and the burning wound on his back was so painful that his brows were sweating, his whole body was trembling, and he couldn't stand up at all.

"waste!"

The burly man in black snorted coldly, looked at the serial number on the young man's clothes, and took out a book from his arms to compare it: "Lu Jiu! A member of Chengtian Mansion, my father teaches Lu Xing for Chengtian's rudder, and my parents Died in the 16th year of Chenghua. Inherited his father's legacy and joined the religion, with medium bones, and practiced basic pile skills for 24 days."

Saying that, the burly man in black closed the book, stared at the young man fiercely and said, "If your father hadn't died for teaching, the whip just now would have taken your life!"

"Go back to the pen!"

"If there is another time, be careful of your life!"

……

Heimuya, barn.

In a bedroom, Lu Jiu suddenly woke up from the bed.

"Lu Jiu?"

"Became... a boy?"

The dim light, the smelly mattress, the old bed and chairs, and the remaining consciousness in the body all told Lu Jiu a fact.

He crossed.

"No! Am I not in the antique market?"

boom……

In an instant, consciousness flooded in his mind, and information flashed like a horse on a horse, Lu Jiu's expression kept changing, and finally let out a breath slowly.

This is not a dream!

The messy memories gradually calmed down, and Lu Jiu also roughly understood her situation.

Be proud of the world!

To be precise, it was decades before the plot of Swordsman, the reason why he was sure was because his sect was the Sun Moon God Sect.

Among their group of disciples who have just joined the Sun Moon God Sect, there are three most outstanding, Ren Woxing, Qu Yang and Tong Baixiong!
If nothing else, they are Wo Xing, the future director of the Sun Moon God Sect, Qu Yang, the future elder who dedicated himself to music and art, and Tong Baixiong, Dongfang Bubai's sworn brother.

As for the undefeated East?

I don't know where to play with mud.

Originally named Lu Jiu, his father, Lu Xing, was an ordinary member of the Sun Moon God Sect, the lowest-level member of the Sun Moon God Sect who received a monthly salary of three taels of silver. He was picked up by several swordsmen sent by Huashan.

Lu Xing was too poor in martial arts and was killed because he ran too slowly.

Within a few months, the worried mother passed away with her husband, leaving only Lu Jiu alone.

Fortunately, following his father's legacy, Lu Jiu was sent to Heimuya by the rudder master Chengtian. The 11-year-old Lu Jiu did not end up with the fate of becoming a homeless beggar.

"hiss!"

After a little movement of the body, the scar on the back involved the nerves, and the piercing pain seemed to be pierced in the mind by an iron awl, which made Lu Jiu gasp involuntarily.

After finally getting used to the pain, Lu Jiu forced herself to turn over and lie on the bed.

Although he doesn't know much about some of the subtle plots of Swordsman, he is still very clear about the major events that promote the development of the plot, such as the ten elders of the Sun Moon God Sect attacking Huashan and being trapped on the Sisi Crossing Cliff.

As for the Guangming right envoy, although he did not die in Huashan, it was not so easy to escape.

Today's Huashan faction is not as unbearable as it was at the beginning of the plot of Swordsman.

The world's martial arts come from Shaolin, and the world's swordsmanship comes from Huashan!
Just this one proverb can show the prestige of the Huashan School in Jianghu.

Although the ten elders of the Sun Moon God Sect are powerful in martial arts, it may not be enough to exterminate the Huashan sect, not to mention there is also a Huashan sword sage Feng Qingyang who has comprehended the Dugu Nine Swords.

(End of this chapter)