Yan Xiazi came here in accordance with the sect's decree to arrest the traitor He Muqing, and at the same time retrieve a supreme secret treasure of the sect. However, this treasure was indeed extraordinary, and Yan Xiazi had already saved it when he took over the task.

The thought of killing people, silencing them, and devouring treasures.

At this time, He Muqing's body was dead, and everyone in the town had been trained into wooden puppets by him, leaving no one alive. Blind Yan no longer had any scruples, and came to the place where He Muqing's treasure was collected from the soul search. He muttered something in his mouth, and with his right hand

As soon as the magic formula was activated, a crystal clear bead flew out from under the dilapidated house. The bead was half black and half white, and the two colors of energy in it were connected end to end, flowing slowly, and it looked quite extraordinary.

"This is the Tianji Bead." When I thought about the mystery of this bead, even the sect leader didn't have time to investigate it carefully after getting it. Now that it fell into his hands, I felt extremely comfortable.

However, at this moment, Yan Xiazi suddenly frowned and sighed softly: "It seems that there is still one person left alive."

Under the night sky.

A teenage boy was walking on the street of the town. It was Liang Yan who had returned from Wenliang Mountain. Liang Yan felt strange just outside the town. Huaiyuan Town was too quiet tonight. After entering the town, he felt strange.

The weird feeling became even stronger, and by the time they walked a little further, Liang Yan already had a look of disbelief on his face.

I saw large and small houses all around, as if they had been hit by thunder, their roofs were in tatters, and there was no one in the house.

Liang Yan felt nervous and hurriedly ran to his father's house. When he arrived in front of his house, his hands were trembling and he seemed afraid to push the door open.

Finally, he took a deep breath and gently pushed the small wooden door open. His whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he stood stunned on the spot.

I saw only one person in the room, a man in green clothes and a straw hat, sitting slumped on the ground. His whole body was wilted, as if his flesh and blood essence had been taken away, leaving only a piece of skin sticking to the bones. His eyes were wide open. He had obviously been dead for a long time.

"Dad!" Liang Yan's heartbreaking voice made him walk towards the corpse in a daze as if he had lost his soul.

He and Liang Xuan have been dependent on each other since he can remember. When he was eight years old, Liang Xuan told him that he was not his biological child, but picked him up from a bamboo basket in the river.

But despite this, Liang Xuan treated him as his own son, and Liang Yan had already regarded him as his biological father. Liang Xuan had never married, so he only regarded this precious son as a treasure. He just wanted to raise him up and get a good name.

If you marry a wife and have children, you will have no regrets in your life.

But now, as fate would have it, he just went out for a trip, and his family suffered such a huge change. Recalling every detail of his life with his father, Liang Yan suddenly burst into tears. The pain of losing a loved one made him feel that he had no hope for life.

It seemed as if the sky had fallen.

At this moment, a soft sigh suddenly came from behind,

"Everything in the world is unpredictable, and it's hard to predict good and bad fortunes, so you don't need to worry too much."

Liang Yan turned around and saw a blind old man standing outside the door, the same man he had met on the mountain road before.

At this time, Liang Yan was confused and didn't think about why the old man was here. He just asked: "What crime do we people in Huaiyuan Town have? We have lived here for generations and have never done anything harmful to nature. Old man

Why is God so cruel to let the people in this small town suffer such a disaster?"

Blind Yan was silent for a moment and then said slowly: "Have you ever heard that a common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade? The residents of Huaiyuan Town are not guilty at all, but their fault is that the devil stole the treasure and hid it."

Liang Yan was restless at first, but he suddenly came to his senses after hearing these words. He looked at Yan Blind Man and smiled bitterly: "I see, that's it, compared with the immortal family's treasures, the lives of us mere mortals are really not worth mentioning.

I wonder who did it to my father?”

Blind Yan seemed to be stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then gave Liang Yan a meaningful look and said:

"Hey, little kid, don't worry, I've already taken care of the person who killed your father."

Liang Yan nodded and said, "So I can go on the road with peace of mind now?"

Blind Yan didn't say anything, he just put his hands behind his back and smiled.

Liang Yan said nothing more, turned his head, knelt down towards his father's body, and silently kowtowed three times.

A strong wind roared from behind, and suddenly a hot breath penetrated his body, as if all the muscles, bones, flesh and blood had been evaporated.

"Is this how you die?"

This was the last thing Liang Yan thought of. The last moment he closed his eyes, Liang Yan seemed to hear a compassionate call from the Buddha outside the house, and then a golden light flashed before his eyes, and he lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, but Liang Yan felt that he was in darkness. His whole body was in pain as if it was being torn apart, but then a warm current of warmth traveled through his limbs, making the pain subside. Suddenly a gust of cool wind blew, and Liang Yan

He opened his eyes leisurely.

The first thing you see is a simple room, a square table with a corner missing, and a set of ceramic teapots and teacups on it. There is a scroll hanging on the wall, which seems to be a picture of a traveler in the mountains. The whole room is slightly shabby, and there are many

The place was covered in dust, obviously it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

Another gust of cool wind blew by, and it was late autumn. Liang Yan turned around and saw that the window was wide open, with blue sky and white clouds outside. It was the time of crisp autumn, but the scene of his father's tragic death came to mind again at this moment, and he couldn't help but feel

My heart is like a knife.

"Alas, the sky and the earth are so big. I don't know where I will go from now on."

Liang Yan sighed softly, got out of bed and walked outside the house.

After leaving the room, I realized that this was a teahouse, open on the official road outside. I was in the back room on the first floor just now.

"Why is there no one in this teahouse, not to mention the tea guests, not even the waiters? It's really strange!"

He muttered in his heart and walked out of the gate. After exiting the gate, he saw an old monk sitting cross-legged on a huge stone at the door. The old monk had a withered face and a withered body, as if he were a dead tree. He also wore a gray monk's robe.

It had not been washed for many years. If it were not for the eyes that he slowly opened at this moment, he would have looked like a dead person.

The old monk seemed to know what Liang Yan was thinking, and said calmly: "There was a locust plague here in the first half of the year, and the nearby villagers had no harvest, and the bandits came again to do evil, so this teahouse can no longer open, and the shopkeeper and the waiters ran away.

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Liang Yan was silent for a long time and then asked tentatively: "The boy encountered a great disaster. He should be in the underworld at this time, but the master came to the rescue?"

The old monk didn't say anything, he just put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, with a look of compassion on his face.

Liang Yan knew that what he had expected was true, so he took big steps, walked to the old monk, knelt down on the ground with a thud, and kowtowed three times in a row. These three times were solid, and his head was bruised and bloody.

The old monk's expression changed and he said hurriedly: "Young benefactor, you don't have to be like this."

Liang Yan kowtowed three times and said loudly: "Master, if you can save this kid from that monster, you must be an immortal saint. Please accept me as your disciple and teach me the immortal method."

The old monk sighed and said, "You want to become an immortal. What do you mean?"

"Of course, after I succeed in cultivation, I will avenge the blood feud for the more than 300 innocent people in Huaiyuan Town and my father!"

"The person who killed your father is dead."

"The chief evildoer is dead, but the remaining evildoers have not yet been punished!"

The old monk frowned and said, "Remnants?"

"Hmph, the reason why my father and the townspeople died tragically was because the Immortal family seized the treasure. Although the blind man did not directly kill my father, he was responsible for it. Moreover, when the Immortal family seized the treasure, mortals suffered.

Even if my father is not dead, as long as this blind man successfully seizes the treasure, he will definitely kill people and silence him, and my father will still have no way out."

After hearing this, the old monk looked at Liang Yan again and said to himself: "This little kid looks like he is only in his early ten years, how come he has such an extreme personality? However, he is not as thoughtful as an adult.

Difference!"

What the old monk didn't know was that Liang Yan had been weird since he was a child, and even said he was a little too smart. When he was in Huaiyuan Town, he often caused trouble to the surrounding residents. The townspeople were simple and saw that he had a pitiful life experience. They usually didn't care about him, except occasionally.

If you are outraged by the public, you still need a slap in the face from your father when you return home.

The old monk remained silent and put his hand on Liang Yan's head.

"This boy does have immortal roots, but his qualifications are really average. However, my magical powers do not necessarily require extraordinary qualifications to practice. Moreover, this boy is smart and has a lot of wisdom. He can also pass on my mantle. His life experience

He is miserable, and if there is no one to take care of him, he may die soon." Thinking of his tragic experience, I felt compassion for him for a moment.

"No! I don't know how to recruit a disciple. I have already taught a devil in the world, so what qualifications do I have to accept another disciple? Moreover, this kid is extremely violent and will kill many evildoers in the future."

When he thought of his scoundrel disciple, the old monk couldn't help but feel discouraged.

So he said calmly: "If I accept you as my disciple, I have to make a three-part agreement. Follow me to the sect and cultivate for a hundred years, and you will not seek revenge on that person in the future."

"Then what's the point of me cultivating immortality?"

"The purpose of cultivating immortals is to gain immortality and to cut off the cause and effect in the world."

Liang Yan's eyes suddenly widened and he said: "You must avenge your father's murder. I'm sorry, kid. I thank the monk for saving my life today. If there is a chance in the future, I will be shattered to pieces. There is no way I can avenge you! Farewell!"

After saying that, he bowed deeply to him, then turned around and walked towards the east of the main road.

"This boy"

The old monk clasped his hands together, smiled bitterly, and did not hold back, but watched his back go away.

Liang Yan was walking alone on the official road, thinking of the tragic death of his adoptive father, and felt a burst of sadness in his heart.

"Oh, the sky is so vast and the traces of immortality are so dim and invisible. How can I, a mortal boy, find this trace of immortality? Let alone seek revenge in the future. I used to hear the wandering old Taoist brag about the immortals in the world. I didn't believe it at first. This

When I saw it with my own eyes, I didn’t expect it to be such a tragic thing.”

As I was thinking about it, I heard a growl in my stomach. It turned out that I had been walking for a long time and it was already noon before I knew it.

"It seems that we should solve the problem of brother belly first."

Liang Yan had learned kung fu from the martial arts instructor in the town since he was a child, and he had quite a lot of martial arts skills. He decided to go to the forest to hunt some game first.

Not long after, somewhere in the forest, a hare was being roasted and steaming on top of a bonfire. A young man in gray clothes was holding a rabbit leg and chewing it up. This person was Liang Yan.

After eating half of the hare, Liang Yan was feeling satisfied when he suddenly heard a small sound. He had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, so he knew it was the sound of weapons being handed over, and someone was fighting nearby. He didn't care about the hare at the moment, and hurriedly put out the bonfire, and used

Covered up by the mud, he then tiptoed towards the direction from which the sound came.

Not far away, he faintly heard the sound of scolding. Liang Yan pushed aside a corner of the bushes and looked into the middle.

I saw a blue-shirted swordsman holding a dragon-patterned long sword, fighting four black-clothed mountain bandits alone. Although the blue-shirted swordsman was one against four, he did not lose at all. A long sword flew up and down, and unexpectedly
To be continued...