Tai Xuan Jing

The cold peaks are misty, the mountains are emerald, surrounded by mountains, and the spiritual valley is like spring. Xiaoyao Valley is located in the Qingling Mountains of Dongsheng Shenzhou.

In the east corner of Xiaoyao Valley, there is a valley called Qiyue Valley. There are fiery red maple trees everywhere in the valley, and the fallen leaves on the ground are more than half a foot thick.A waterfall fell from the sky beside the valley, and the rumbling sound shook the valley.

A piece of land near the water pool has no fallen leaves, and fresh soil is exposed. In this small corner of the universe, an earth-shattering story is quietly beginning.

"puff"

With a soft sound, an arm broke through the ground and stretched out.

A disconsolate figure emerged from the ground, it seemed to be a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, his blue shirt was covered with mud and dirty.

The boy got out of the ground and sat down leaning against a maple tree, panting heavily.

"This is already the fourth time." The boy sighed and raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He gasped for another moment, and suddenly he punched the ground, leaving a shallow fist mark, and yelled, "Damn it, He Xingyu bastard, just wait, sooner or later, I will bury you in the ground too!" Use the soil as flower fertilizer!"

He may have exerted too much force, which affected the injuries on his body. He grinned in pain, then covered his mouth and coughed. When he let go of his hand, his palm was red and he coughed up blood.

He closed his eyes, hit the back of his head against a tree, and cried out in pain, "Duk Tuk": "Why am I a waste, why, why..."

The maple tree with a thick bowl mouth was shaken by him, and the fiery red maple leaves fell down and fluttered in the wind.

After venting for a long time, he finally stopped, and suddenly pointed at the sky and cursed: "God, are you blind? I, Li Qianmo, have never done anything bad. Why do you want me to be a waste, you god, I will poke a big hole in you one day..."

His shouts echoed in the empty valley, and were dispersed by the roar of the waterfall.

Li Qianmo vented frantically, and finally calmed down. He slowly raised his right hand and spread out his palm. In his palm lay a blood-red bead, the size of a pigeon egg, shiny all over, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

"What is this? It looks very mysterious. How could it be buried in the ground?" He looked at the bead and pondered, recalling the situation when he was buried alive in the ground. I picked it up in my hand, but I didn't expect the bead to look so weird.

He stared at the bead for a moment, then shook his head and sighed: "It doesn't matter, let's go back and talk about it first." After saying that, he stuffed the bead into his arms, supported the tree trunk and stood up slowly, a heart-piercing pain came, and he grinned. Grinning, he staggered to the edge of the pool, scooped up a handful of clear water to wash away the mud all over his face, the clear water reflected his face, his eyes were starry, his lips were thin and his nose was straight, his eyebrows fell into his temples, and his black hair His hair was simply tied behind his back, and although he was young, he was already very handsome.

After washing, he dragged his heavy steps, stepping on thick fallen leaves and slowly left Qiyue Valley.

Walking out of Qiyue Valley and passing through the redwood forest, a majestic peak appears in front of you, and a zigzag stone step winds up, which is the road leading to Tianji Pavilion.

Tianji Pavilion is one of the six divisions of Xiaoyao Valley. Since ancient times, it has been passed down in a single line. Li Qianmo is a disciple of this generation. In fact, he has never understood why the master accepted him as the only descendant of Tianji Pavilion.

"Little waste, stop!" Li Qianmo was just about to set foot on the mountain road leading to Tianji Pavilion when someone called him from afar.

He turned his head to look, and suddenly his heart sank. He saw five teenagers who were about his age walking quickly, all of them with playful smiles on their faces, as happy as a cat seeing a mouse.

These five people, like He Xingyu, were also the ones who often bullied Li Qianmo, so he didn't want to say anything more to them, he raised his feet and continued to move forward, even speeding up, but he was injured and could not walk fast with a limp.

"Damn it, are you deaf!" The tallest boy among the five shouted angrily, then rushed over quickly, grabbed Li Qianmo's clothes, and glared at him fiercely.

Li Qianmo also stared at him fiercely, and said coldly: "Han Jian, this is at the foot of Tianji Peak, you'd better restrain yourself."

"Hmph!" Han Jian snorted coldly, loosened his collar unhappily, and sarcastically said, "Just now we met Senior Brother He Xingyu, and he said he taught you a lesson in Qiyue Valley. How is it? Did you feel comfortable being beaten? Little waste!" When he said the word "little waste", he especially emphasized his tone.

Li Qianmo gave him a hard look, turned around and left with a cold snort.

"Hey, little trash, why are you leaving, chat with senior brother." Han Jian sneered at him.

The other four disciples also laughed and cursed one after another, swearing at each other in an extremely ugly way.

Li Qianmo suppressed his anger and trembled slightly. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "Han Jian, Qu Yuan, Mu Shaofeng, Feng Yan, Wang Renjie, the five of you, please remember. For the humiliation, I will repay you double."

The voices of Han Jian and the others became farther and farther away, and finally they could not hear them anymore. Li Qianmo's heart became much clearer, and his anger gradually calmed down. He climbed up the winding mountain road and meandered forward.

At the end of the mountain road, it is connected with a suspended stone stack, which is built on the cliffs. Below is an endless abyss, surrounded by mist, which makes people feel chills.

Passing through the suspended stone stacks, a vast lawn suddenly appeared in front of it, with bright grass and shades of trees, and a winding path leading to the woods.

Li Qianmo walked through the shady woods along the narrow path, and suddenly there was a square in front of him. In the middle of the square in the distance, there was a huge old locust tree, which could not be surrounded by more than a dozen people. iron.

In this season, the locust tree grows with luxuriant branches and leaves, and the pavilion is like a cover, covering most of the Tianji platform. When you look up, you can see a little bit of locust tree in the lush greenery, shining like stars.

Standing under the old locust tree is a huge stone tablet, as tall as a person, and the handwriting on the tablet is illegible. It is said that this tablet is called Taixuan tablet, and its origin is unknown, but it is very old.

Li Qianmo walked through this square, stepped on the bluestone road, and walked into a mountain depression. He saw that there were many high-eave attics built in the mountain depression. In order to have a sense of worship, this is Tianji Pavilion, and the square he passed by before is called Tianji Terrace. He entered the valley when he was eight years old and has lived here for eight years.

After entering the gate of Tianji Pavilion, turn west and come to your room.

Li Qianmo climbed onto the bed with difficulty, already out of breath. He has been bullied frequently in the past eight years, and injuries are commonplace.

He sat down cross-legged, the true energy in his body wriggled slowly, reaching all the tendons and acupoints, and finally returned to the dantian.

"Hey, why is this breath adjustment so strange?" Li Qianmo was adjusting his breath when he suddenly felt that his true energy was different from the previous state, and he was suddenly puzzled.

He carefully felt the zhenqi in his body, and found that today's zhenqi seemed to be much more active than usual, and the speed of operation was almost doubled. He thought for a long time but couldn't find the slightest reason.

In the middle of the night, Li Qianmo slowly recuperated, jumped out of bed and took a few steps, and was surprised to find that his body was not in pain, and his internal injuries were more than half healed. This feeling is really amazing. In the past, it would take five or six days of breath adjustment to recover to such a serious injury.

"What happened today, why did my injury heal so quickly?" Li Qianmo touched his body in surprise, a little confused.

When he touched his chest, he felt a round, hard object on his chest. There seemed to be a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he quickly reached into his bosom to take out the object.

The blood-red bead lay quietly in his hand, emitting a dim red light, extremely mysterious.

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