Desolate Tianjiao

"The True Monarch of Jiujiang was originally an ordinary person, living in a small town in the ordinary world.

If there is no accident, you should be like all other living beings, live without doing anything for a hundred years, and then re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.

However, just as pearls will not be covered by sand, geniuses will not be buried among all living beings, and destiny has its own arrangements in the dark.

Tianyi Zhenren, the head teacher of the Changshengmen sect, the largest sect in the cultivation world, passed by a small town on the way to eliminate demons, and happened to see Jiujiang Zhenjun who was selling calligraphy on the street. The talent of superior enlightenment is really a good seed for cultivation.

Immediately concluded that this son must be the Ziwei star in the cultivation world.

Then he was accepted as a big disciple of his sect. At that time, Fu Yuan, the true king of Jiujiang, was only twenty years old.

Afterwards, True Monarch Jiujiang lived up to the expectations of True Master Tianyi, and in only five years, his cultivation had reached the Golden Core stage that countless people may not even be able to reach in a hundred years.

In just five years, not enough for the flowering period of Mulouhua, Jiujiang Zhenjun has gone from an ordinary person to a golden elixir through three stages of Qi training, foundation building, and soul condensing.

The moment he was promoted to Jindan, all the Tianjiao on the list of Tianjiao moved down one place.

In the following hundreds of years, Jiujiang Zhenjun was like a bright moon in the sky. In one day in the cultivation world, he suppressed the light of the Tianjiao of the same period into a dim star.

Therefore, no one does not praise him for his talent, no one does not praise his talent, and no one does not feel lucky that there is a Jiujiang Zhenjun in the cultivation world.

No one doubts that Jiujiang Zhenjun is not the one who broke the restriction of ascension in the realm of cultivation as prophesied by the owner of Tianji Pavilion thousands of years ago.

However..." The storyteller shook his head at this point, with a look of regret.

"But what, True Monarch Jiujiang is so powerful, is there anything else that bothers him?"

"Yes, of course!" The storyteller slapped the ruler heavily on the table, and said in a passionate tone: "However, since ancient times, geniuses have suffered a lot. During the battle of defending the city in the wilderness, the True Lord of Jiujiang met the Demon Emperor unfortunately. Even if he used his own strength to cut off the Demon Emperor's nine tails, he was also injured by the Demon Emperor, and now his spiritual root has been crippled, his cultivation has been completely lost, he is unconscious, and he is afraid of falling..."

"What!" Everyone listening to the book was in an uproar.

The storyteller then sighed: "It can be called time, karma, and fate! Losing the True Monarch of Jiujiang, this world of comprehension will eventually usher in the end of the disappearance of spiritual energy."

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At this moment, Fu Yuan, the True Lord of Jiujiang who was rumored to have been abolished and was about to fall, was silently listening to the "immortal" Amway sales promotion.

"I am a XX immortal from the God Realm, just because... I was murdered by a traitor, so..." But after picking up a ring, I will be forced to listen to people bragging about Fu Yuan in the past for no reason. field.

In fact, I don't know where my thoughts have gone.

Fu Yuan thought it was amazing. One second, he was still writing his graduation thesis in the library, and the next second, he was transmigrated into the rumored genius of the comprehension world—Jiujiang Zhenjun. Of course, the genius was already three months ago It's over.

Fu Yuan was noncommittal about his time travel, and he didn't have any special emotions, but he was a little sorry for the paper that had been written for more than half a month.

Fu Yuan, who jumped from the world of scientific materialism to the world of fantasy cultivation, was a little curious at first, wanting to experience how cultivation can subvert his world view, but when he operated the spiritual energy according to the instinct of his body, he suddenly felt a sharp pain hit.

The pain made him break out in a cold sweat, and his body twitched slightly.

Afterwards, the flood of memories in the back of his mind made his face change.

How do you feel when you dress up as a peerless genius, and then you are told that the genius is three months ago, and now you are just a useless person.

Fu Yuan: Thank you for the invitation. If you don’t get it, you don’t lose it. In fact, it feels good.

And the immortal on the side didn't see Fu Yuan's distraction at all, and was still talking about promoting himself.

"As long as you, young man, become my successor and practice my supreme kung fu, you will surely be able to reshape your spiritual roots, comprehend the Dao, and ascend soon... Hey, what are you doing..."

Fu Yuan pinched the dusty ring belonging to the 'immortal' with two fingers, with a rather disgusted expression on his face.

Did it roll in a cesspit? It stinks.

"Did you know that in a socialist society, in the name of selling goods and providing services and other business activities, requiring participants to pay fees or purchase goods, services, etc. to obtain membership qualifications, the leader of the organization will be held criminally responsible responsible."

Immortal: "..." I don't really understand what you are talking about.

Seeing that Fu Yuan was not tempted, the immortal changed the subject and said, "Boy, don't you want to embark on the path of cultivation again, without my guidance, you are doomed to have only a few decades to live in this life."

Ignoring the overt and covert threat of the 'immortal', Fu Yuan threw the ring into the burning alchemy furnace, turned his head and left.

The dusty ring instantly turned to ashes when it came into contact with the burning pill fire in the pill furnace.

Unidentified objects should be cremated properly. These days, pyramid schemes are so careless.

Fu Yuan walked out of the hall slowly.

This body has been in a coma for more than three months. It is only because the master of the original owner warms and nourishes his meridians with spiritual energy every day that the muscles do not atrophy.

Otherwise, Fu Yuan might not even be able to stand up now with the original owner's body that couldn't hold the aura like a colander.

The original master's family style is very good. After the original master learned that his cultivation base was exhausted and there was no chance to re-cultivate, he still treated the original master as before.

He even ordered the disciples of the sect to be prohibited from discussing the matter of the original owner.

The original owner's senior brother even sent heavenly materials and earthly treasures to nourish his body every day, and tirelessly searched for information, just to find a way to cure the original owner.

Although the original owner's body was in a state of coma, his soul was always awake.

He remembered everything that Shimen had done for him, and he always wanted to wake up.

It's a pity that in the battle with the Demon Emperor, the original owner not only lost his spiritual roots, but also suffered serious trauma to his soul.

After persisting for three months, it finally dissipated.

This provided a shelter for Fu Yuan who had traveled over.

Fu Yuan admired the original owner very much. As rumored in the cultivation world, the original owner is a real genius, but talent is not the only way to become a person.

The original owner was very hardworking in his cultivation. From the day he started to cultivate, he has been doing basic training of swinging the sword [-] times a day. Even if his cultivation reached the distraction stage, he never missed a single day. It was just a long sword for practice. Just different.

Such a person ended up with such an ending, and Fu Yuan felt sorry for it.

But he can't do anything, he can only wish the original owner good health in the next life.

He pushed hard to open the heavy door, but the door was carved out of black ashlar, the hardest material in the cultivation world, even if Fu Yuan tried his best, he could only open a small gap.

Fu Yuan: "..."

Panting heavily, leaning against the pillar to rest.

Fu Yuan smiled wryly. He knew that the original owner's body was damaged, but he didn't know that he was so injured that he would have to pant even when he opened the door.

In the memory left by the original owner, entering and exiting the hall is a very common thing, pushing the door?If it doesn't exist, the original owner relies on energy to shake it away.

However, now that Fu Yuan was replaced with the tattered body of the original owner, he could only resign himself to his fate and continue to push the door.

After resting for a while, Fu Yuan, who felt relieved, was about to continue when the door suddenly opened from the outside.

Walking in was a man wearing a blue and white Taoist robe, a jade crown on his head, and holding a medicine pestle in his hand, chanting.

"Three taels of Qianfenghua, four wet vines, three drops of star water... Add a spoonful of grass fat to the refining..."

Ning Feng, who was carrying Yao Wang Jue with his head down, suddenly felt something was wrong, there seemed to be someone in front of him?

Looking up, seeing Fu Yuan leaning on the pillar, the medicine pestle in his hand fell to the ground in shock, strode over, and said to Fu Yuan in surprise: "Master Fu, you're awake."

Fu Yuan recalled the original owner's reaction when he saw the person, and replied in a calm manner: "Yes."

In Ning Feng's view, this is the heartbroken performance of Junior Brother Fu after knowing that he has lost his cultivation.

From a distracted true monarch to an ordinary person overnight, no, it is worse than ordinary people, at least the body of ordinary people is not riddled with holes, like a colander, overflowing with vitality.

How can a normal person behave indifferently? Although Master Fu usually seems to be tenacious, but in this matter, he will be more or less unconvinced.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Fu Yuan was in pain. Ning Feng, whose expression changed, held Fu Yuan's hand and said seriously: "Don't worry, senior brother, senior brother will definitely find a way to cure you."

Fu Yuan, who didn't know that he was made into a poor little boy, was still sighing in his heart. The original owner's brother is really a good person, but it's a pity that the original owner couldn't feel his kindness.

"Thank you, brother, for your concern, but you don't need to bother. I know my own situation, but I have no cultivation. I was just an ordinary person. It was Master who brought me back to the Longevity Gate and gave me the opportunity to practice; Thanks to the perseverance of all the brothers and sisters, I became the first seat and gained a little reputation. Now it's just a return to the old days, brothers really don't have to worry about me."

"No, how can this be the same..." Ning Feng was in a hurry, never getting it and losing it suddenly are not comparable at all, Fu Yuan said this just to comfort him.

Ning Feng couldn't tell why, so he simply changed the topic, and came to talk about it after he found a way to restore the spiritual root. At that time, Master Fu would not refuse to come.

"You just woke up, you still need to rest well, lie down, and senior brother will take your pulse."

Not allowing Fu Yuan to refuse, he pulled the person to the bed and settled him down. Ning Feng penetrated the spiritual power into Fu Yuan's body and circulated along the meridians for a big cycle, and he had a rough idea of ​​Fu Yuan's situation in his heart.

Compared with when he was in a coma, his condition has improved, at least his vitality is no longer being lost.

Open your mouth to comfort Fu Yuan: "Take care of it well, don't think too much about the rest, we are here for everything."

Fu Yuan nodded, if he didn't give any response, this senior brother seemed to be dragging him to talk for three days and three nights.

In addition, feeling the strong sense of hunger coming from his body, Fu Yuan asked embarrassedly: "Brother, do you have food?" In the memory of the original owner, a cultivator can eat bigu when he reaches the foundation, and the food in the mortal world Containing too many impurities, eating too much, will accumulate in the body, which is not conducive to practice.

Therefore, the original owner hadn't eaten for hundreds of years, but now the body that Fu Yuan took over is in need, especially during the recovery period from the injury, the thirst for food is even greater.

Ning Feng was stopped by Fu Yuan's questions, and it took him a long time to reply: "Senior brother is careless, I forgot about your current situation, senior brother, go get ready now."

After finishing speaking, he strode out of the hall, and if he stayed any longer, he was afraid that he would not be able to help crying.

The head of their majestic Longevity Sect, the well-known Jiujiang Zhenjun in the outside world, has fallen to the point where he is too embarrassed to speak after eating, which shows the grievance in the heart of the younger brother.

He will definitely find a way to heal his junior brother.

Fu Yuan, who didn't know how smart the original master's senior brother was, was still waiting for his lunch without knowing anything.

But not long after, Ning Feng came back empty-handed.

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