Alienated Martial Arts

The green mountains are quiet, peaceful and tranquil.

As the sun gradually sets, the sunset glows quietly appear on the horizon.

From the ancient buildings on the top of the mountain, wisps of smoke begin to rise.

Soon, the aroma of food comes from the kitchens.

A slender figure wearing a Taoist hat and a green robe walks slowly on the stone road in the mountains.

From time to time, people pass by him, and when they get close, they stop and bow to respectfully call him Taoist master.

After a while, the last sunset glow will be swallowed by the darkness.

The fog becomes deeper and thicker, enveloping the towering green mountains.

She stopped at this time, stood with her hands behind her back on the edge of the Yuntai cliff, and looked into the distance at the starry sky shrouded in the night.

Silently, a void ripple appeared beside the stone table not far away.

It's like a stone thrown into the water, gradually spreading out layers of ripples.

There was also a graceful figure in white clothes and skirt, who appeared on the stone bench beside the table at some point.

She slowly lowered her head and stared at the chessboard that had been vacant for who knows how long, as if she had put all her energy into it.

At the edge of the cloud platform, the green-shirted woman looked back and said, "Sister Sun is not practicing in the quiet room tonight, so why are you in the mood to come to the cloud platform to watch the stars with me?"

The white-shirted woman said, "I suddenly felt something when I was in seclusion, and I don't know why I was a little uneasy, so I came out to take a walk and see if I can find anything."

She nodded slightly, her eyes fell on the chessboard on the stone table, and a sad expression appeared on her face, "I still remember that the teacher played the last game of chess with me here before he passed away."

"That is, when the last piece was placed, the teacher told me in a solemn tone that I should pay more attention to the forbidden area in the back mountain of Qinglin, and there might be unexpected changes when it comes.

He was originally He should have at least half a century of life left, but that night, he entered the mysterious sense again without any sign, and saw a vague figure sitting cross-legged through the Azure Dragon True Meaning, as if that was the beginning of everything and the end of everything.

In addition, in front of the vague figure, the teacher also saw Junior Brother Wei punching him, and from then on the whole person quickly weakened and declined until he reached the end of his life. "

"What else did Master Ning say?"

"The teacher said that after he died, he would be buried under the Cloud Platform, so that he could be with Grandma Yu, Uncle Wei and others, waiting for Junior Brother's return below."

The two fell silent, and no one spoke again.

Only the night wind blew gently, making a slight sound in the mountains and forests.

Time passed little by little.

The clouds in the sky gradually became thicker and denser.

Blocking the already sparse starlight, the entire Cloud Platform fell into silence and darkness.

A drop of rain fell.

In an instant, fine rain threads connected into one, connecting the sky and the green mountains seamlessly.

The two sat and stood, letting the autumn rain cover them, but the clothes they wore were dry and clean, without even a drop of water stains.

"Before leaving, Master Ning was able to play a game of chess with his most beloved disciple. Although Uncle Wei didn't see his junior brother in the end, you, his daughter-in-law, were there to see him off for the last time, which can be regarded as..."

She stopped talking halfway.

The two looked up at the same time, and at the same time, they sensed two intertwined auras that seemed to exist but did not exist, flashing in the depths of the dark void.

Almost at the same time, the forbidden land in the back mountain of Qinglin suddenly soared into the sky.

A ray of illusory green light could be seen faintly, rising from the bottom of the deep mountain, and instantly disappeared into the clouds.

In addition, they held their breath and concentrated, and explored deeply, and found that in addition to Qinglin, there were different auras rising in all directions, which also went straight into the sky and disappeared into the deeper dark void.

"Above the clouds, it seems to be covered by a chaotic void."

Sun Xiyue's figure flashed and disappeared silently.

But just a moment later, he returned to the edge of the cloud platform.

She frowned slightly, thinking and said slowly, "It came without any sign, and instantly enveloped the whole world. I went to investigate without seeing or hearing anything. As soon as I entered the chaotic void, I felt that there seemed to be a great danger hidden in it. If I dared to take another step forward, I would be attacked by an unpredictable and terrible attack."

Ni Yan nodded and said in a calm tone, "Sister Sun, did you feel that the ordinary rain had become a little different after the strange phenomenon just now?"

She slowly raised her hand, picked up a raindrop, and placed it in front of her eyes to observe carefully, "Although it is just a drop of water, I can sense the true meaning of Taoism beyond imagination, as if it contains the origin rules and the great truth, all integrated into this sudden heavy rain."

"It's not just us that are raining."

Suddenly, another soft female voice slowly sounded.

"Because the thousands of true spirits I split out were scattered in the cores of different realms outside the Lost Land, but they all saw the heavy rain coming at the same time."

"More importantly, thousands of split spirits perished in an instant, and only a few realms were not affected, allowing the true spirit split spirits that were integrated into the core of the realm origin to survive.

This means that except for where we are, those realms are not covered with the same rain curtain as us, but with a terrifying disaster that can destroy everything."

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There seems to be a sound of water echoing in my ears.

At first glance, it sounds like the surging waves of the sea.

But after careful identification, it was like water in his brain, and a slight shake would cause waves of echoes.

"Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing now?"

He endured the splitting headache and struggled to slowly open his eyes.

Everywhere he looked was green and lush.

There was still sporadic drizzle in the sky, bringing the long-lost fragrance of soil and grass.

As soon as the word "long-lost" appeared, it immediately stirred up some waves in his heart.

Why did he use "long-lost" to describe his feelings? Could it be that in the long time before he woke up this time, he had never smelled the fresh smell after the rain?

He frowned and exhaled a long breath of turbid air full of blood.

But at this moment, one wave has not settled and another wave has risen.

I haven't figured out the word "long-lost" yet, and the long time before waking up has shrouded my thoughts in a haze.

It's like the dense clouds above the mountains and forests, covering the entire world tightly, without a trace of light to penetrate.

He endured the exploding pain and thought back for a long time, but could not find any memory of the past.

All the things that happened before seemed to have disappeared.

He also appeared in the mountains and forests out of thin air.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it.

Don't get stuck in a dead end when dealing with people.

Perhaps when the time is right, those who should go will definitely go, and those who should come will naturally come.

He sighed secretly, no longer entangled in his identity and origins, closed his eyes and began to recuperate.

After all, the sky has gradually darkened.

In addition, the wind and rain are getting stronger and stronger.

He must find a place to hide from the wind and rain and wild beasts before the night really comes.

Otherwise, with his weak body at this time, even if he is not preyed by the possible beasts, he will most likely die of hypothermia. I am afraid it will be difficult to find a third ending other than this.

After resting for a while, he held the tree trunk behind him and struggled to get up.

Then he walked and stopped, and finally found a relatively hidden and dry cave before it was completely dark.

Before entering the cave to shelter from the rain for the night, he looked at the distant mountains again, and a puzzled look appeared between his brows.

"The trend of the mountains in the distance seems familiar."

"It's like returning to the vast mountains. At that time, I had not yet come into contact with martial arts practice, and I knew nothing about other extraordinary powers."

"Huh!?"

"What are the vast mountains? Since I can blurt out this name, it means that there is an unforgettable experience in my memory, but why can't I find any impression of it at this moment.

In addition, there are martial arts practice and extraordinary powers that I just thought of. Could it be that this is also something I can come into contact with?"

The more he thought about it, the more headache he had, but he got nothing.

He didn't even get a clear answer to his own name.

The wind and rain were getting stronger and stronger.

It connected the sky and the earth into one piece, and everything he saw was white.

As time went by, the sky and the earth were quickly shrouded by the endless dark night.

It was pitch dark in the forest, and there was not a single living creature.

However, the howling of wolves drifted in the wind, adding a bit of desolation to this cold rainy night.

He sighed for the umpteenth time, twisted the white robe he was wearing, and then groped his way into the depths of the cave.

Not long after, a rustling sound came from outside the cave.

There was also a faint fishy smell, which came in with the sound.

He was alert and prepared to find a few stones as self-defense weapons, but he accidentally touched some rusty iron tools.

And from the shape and feel of the hand, it seemed to be a piece of disintegrated armor, as well as two swords and scattered hidden weapons.

More importantly, he was also very familiar with these things.

It was as if he had been to this cave a long time ago and used these weapons with his own hands.

Another severe headache came.

While disturbing his thoughts, he also ignored the few wild beasts that quietly approached from outside the cave.

It was not until a pair of green eyes lit up and appeared not far in front of him that he suddenly woke up from his confusion.

Swish!

A gust of bloody wind blew in his face.

A gray shadow had already rushed in front of him, opened its mouth and bit down fiercely.

When he reacted, the distance between the two sides was less than three feet, and he could even clearly smell the bloody smell emanating from the wolf's mouth.

Almost subconsciously, he instinctively punched forward.

Bang! ! !

A loud noise was like thunder.

It suddenly exploded in the deep and dark cave.

And with it, the wild wolf that was hunting and preying also exploded.

It was like a balloon that was blown up. Starting from the hardest skull, all the way to the wolf waist called a sticky pole, it instantly turned into a sticky blood rain flying all over the sky, spreading evenly on the stone wall and the ground, like a dark red carpet.

"Am I so powerful?"

"Or is this red-capped gray wolf just too weak? It looks big and sharp, but it couldn't even withstand my punch."

He slowly retracted his uninjured arm, and for a moment he was stunned.

The reason for his trance was not because of the instinctive reaction just now, nor because he could blow up the wolf corpse with one punch.

But the four words about the red-capped gray wolf gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

It was as if he had seen them before, or even eaten them, so he had a deep memory of being nutritious and suitable for tonic.

After a brief moment of unconsciousness, he no longer hesitated and acted before the remaining red-capped gray wolves escaped. In an instant, he reversed the identities of predator and prey and harvested the corpses of a whole small tribe of wolves in just a moment.

There was no fire, no pots and pans, and other kitchen utensils.

There were no various seasonings for marinating.

There were only bloody corpses for him to feast on.

But even so, he still ate quite happily, and soon he skinned and deboned the two wolf legs and devoured them.

Even in the process of sucking blood, he inexplicably sensed a subtle and thin heat flow, which quietly rose from the center of his palm, and then flowed towards the direction of his forearm little by little.

Time passed little by little.

After eating too much wolf meat and drinking some rainwater, he finally felt an irresistible sleepiness, so he spread wolf skin in the deepest corner of the cave and fell asleep against the cold and hard stone wall.

He seemed to have a dream.

He dreamed of a vast river without a beginning or an end, and it was boundless.

There were countless tributaries in front, and they gradually converged in the back.

It seemed to come from the source of time and go to the end of all things.

Beyond the vast river was an extremely oppressive dark void.

There was nothing there, and there was no real end.

Perhaps nothing existed, but it seemed to hide terrible and deadly dangers.

He wandered between the river and the void.

He didn't know what he wanted to do, and there was no meaning or purpose.

He only knew to keep moving forward in one direction until he saw the light that was quietly lit.

There seemed to be something there that had a fatal attraction for him.

He didn't know how long it had been, and how far he had walked, but he finally came to the edge of the bright area.

Looking directly at the chaotic light in front of him, he couldn't help but frown, wondering what it should look like.

At this moment, there was a sudden click, quietly spreading from the chaotic light.

He raised his head suddenly, only to see a pair of eyes so huge that they almost filled his entire vision, slowly emerging from the chaos, also looking in his direction.

Everything seemed to disappear, and only he was left in the entire void, and the pair of illusory eyes that were difficult to describe in words.

"These seem to be my own eyes..." He looked into the eyes calmly, and soon came to an inexplicable conclusion.

But the next moment, the conclusion just drawn was overturned.

"These are not my eyes, but the eyes of the master."

"I was fighting the master to the death. No, that's not right. It should be me and the master competing in speed. I don't know whether I killed him first or the master cut off his self and escaped first."

"So, who is the master, who am I, and why did we fight?"

He pinched his eyebrows, and blood flowed happily from his seven orifices, but he could not find his previous memories no matter what.

A huge wave rose again in the depths of his consciousness, and waves kept hitting the sea of ​​consciousness, and in an instant it reached a point that he could no longer bear.

Until his eyes went black without any sign, and he lost all perception of the outside world.