1 Since Pangu broke through the chaos and created the world, his body has transformed into mountains and rivers, and his eyes have transformed into the sun and moon. It has been millions of years since Nuwa took pity on the world. She made humans out of clay, chopped off turtles to support the four poles, killed ferocious beasts, and mended the sky.

During this period, the Yellow Emperor, the ancestor of China, defeated Emperor Yan in the battle of deer, fought against Chiyou, beheaded Xingtian, and fought hard against the ten demons, and finally unified the world and spread his glory all over the world.

Later, the world was nine points, auspiciousness came to the world, the world was peaceful, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, people worshiped the blue sky, built Huangling Tombs, and practiced immortality, and the world was prosperous.

The deserted land in the northwest is sparsely populated and has dangerous mountains and rivers. Nine out of ten wild beasts left over from ancient times live here. They are huge in size, ferocious in appearance, cruel in temperament, and constantly killing each other.

The Central Plains is a vast land with outstanding people, abundant resources and a large number of people, and is peaceful. And some strange people occupy the precious land of Lingshan, establish sects, recruit disciples, cultivate immortality, and eliminate evil spirits.

In the 118th year of the prehistoric times, human disasters came. Demons and evil spirits invaded the world, killing people, destroying all living things, causing devastation, people were displaced, the world was in mourning, and all living things were almost extinct, resulting in Winds and clouds surged, lightning flashed and thunderous, and violent storms continued. At this point, a peaceful era came to an end. Human beings had no fixed place to live and could only scatter in all directions to avoid the killings of evil spirits.

And the world's great cultivators gathered together the world's capable people and strangers and evil spirits to start a shocking life-and-death battle in Buzhou Mountain, an ancient ruins. No one knows how this battle will go! It wasn't until ten days later that anyone went to Buzhou Mountain to find out what happened! But when I arrived, I saw that the entire Buzhou Mountain had been soaked in blood. Buzhou Mountain had turned into a mountain of blood. The corpses of humans and monsters were piled on top of each other, covering a radius of hundreds of miles. Corpses were scattered all over the field, and blood flowed into rivers. The situation Horrible.

This is a war with no winner. Many people abandoned their wives and mothers and devoted themselves to this war without hesitation. No one was unwilling or regretful. They shed their blood until the last person fell. No one backed down along the way, and in the end, peace in the world was achieved at the cost of everyone's destruction.

From then on, human beings swore to fight evil and evil things, promoted Taoism, refined weapons and made treasures. Cultivation sects opened their doors and recruited disciples. For a time, the world was turbulent, and capable people emerged in large numbers. , back to the beginning.

In the early years of Kaiyuan, we visited Jiu Mountain in the southern part of the Central Plains. Autumn was here, and the mountains were covered with red maples. It seemed like a purgatory on earth. The wind in the mountains seemed to come from the nine heavens, and the momentum was overwhelming. The wind blows through the woods, and there are waves of roars, like the roar of the resentful spirits in the Nine Netherworld, and like the screams of evil ghosts in hell, People who heard it were frightened and shuddered.

Deep in the blood maple, a young man was bending down to collect firewood. Everything around him seemed to be invisible to him, turning a blind eye and hearing nothing. The boy looked to be about ten years old, with a thin build. He was wearing shabby linen clothes, with dirty and unkempt hair, and his body was covered with scars. The occasional coughing sound kept ringing in the forest, but was instantly drowned out by the sound of the wind.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at the first sight that this young man was slow in movement and pale, and that he was obviously terminally ill.

The young man is from a small village twenty miles outside the Blood Maple Forest. His name is Sang Yan. There are twenty-one families in the village. Their folk customs are simple and they all make a living by hunting. There is a famous man in the village. A lazy man named Wang Zhu, who is over forty years old, loves to eat, is lazy, and has a gambling habit. He is ashamed of the people in the village. Everyone who sees him stays away and is unwilling to talk to him, but this young man is his son. That's right... How can a woman be willing to commit herself to such a man? Of course not! Sang Yan often heard people in the village say that he was picked up from the mountains by Wang Zhu on a stormy night, and he later recognized him as his son. Sang Yan was obedient to his father in every possible way, listening to everything he said, but he never went to funerals. It was a matter of his heart, but Wang Zhu was cruel to the picked-up son for some reason. If Sang Yan made the slightest mistake or didn't listen to his words, he would fight with fists, kicks, and sticks.

I wonder if it was because of Wang Zhu’s kindness in raising him... In Sang Yan’s heart, he never held any grudge against this cruel father, and allowed him to bully him without saying a word.

Wang Zhu’s family was poor, but thanks to Sang Yan’s diligence, he hunted and collected firewood, and then went to the nearby Crescent City to sell it. The money in exchange was barely enough to buy some daily necessities, and Wang Zhu not only He didn't love and care for her, so he treated Sang Yan even harder. The people in the village couldn't bear it and repeatedly advised Sang Yan to leave Xiaotunzhuang and go far away to live a better life. But due to his personality, Sang Yan didn't like to talk and just shook his head. The people in the village were helpless when they saw it.

After ten years of enduring humiliation, Sang Yan's character remained firm. Now that he was terminally ill, Wang Zhu still ignored him and allowed him to fend for himself. But will Heaven treat this young man as cruelly as Wang Zhu? ...No one knows!

The present world is determined by three sects. One is the Lingshan Zen Buddhist Temple. It is said that the Great Buddhist Temple was built by the hands of the Venerable Sakyamuni. ", then there is a meaning. "Buddha" talks about the equality of all living beings, and is happy to die without seeking life. He must have penetrated the three realms long ago, and the Dharma fills the seven realms. The Buddha Dharma is even more mysterious and mysterious. Many people will not be able to understand even half of it in their entire lives.

The second is the Northern Wilderness Tianlong Sect. The Tianlong Sect is located in the northwest wilderness. It is an ancient sect with few followers, but its cultivation is extraordinary. The Tianlong Sect is said to be a dragon from the sky. It has been thousands of years since it was created by transforming into a human form and descending to the earth. However, what Tianlong Sect practices is neither immortality nor Taoism. It is a secret technique passed down from ancient times. It cultivates the body without cultivating the body. Cultivating the body does not cultivate the mind. Cultivate the mind. If you don’t cultivate yourself, you just want everything to be empty. The Tianlong Sect's secret method does not use weapons, but only fights with bare hands, but its punches are like thunder and its palms are like wind, and its power is endless.

The third is the Seven Star Gate of the Central Plains. There is a treasure in the Seven Star Gate, which is the Xuanyuan Sword used by Emperor Xuanyuan to kill Xingtian and destroy the demon god. The Xuanyuan Sword is three fingers wide and eight feet long. It is made of ancient bronze. When doing this, gods and demons all stay away. The disciples of the Seven Star Sect are spread all over the world, and all of them have extraordinary cultivation. The master of the Seven Star Sect's Taoism is even more unfathomable. In addition, Xuanyuan Sword, which kills gods and demons, naturally becomes the leader of the three sects.

In the battle at Buzhou Mountain, the foundations of the three sects were shaken and the elite disciples were almost wiped out. However, after a hundred years of continuation, the three sects finally stabilized their foundations and greatly increased their strength, making great contributions to the peace of the world. Indelible achievements.

…Go away…! As soon as he finished speaking, there was another sound of beating and cursing, but no crying was heard. This came from a dilapidated thatched house in the small village.

There were some middle-aged men and women in simple clothes surrounding the house. Through the incomplete walls, they all shook their heads and sighed as they looked at the scene inside the house. I only heard one of them say: I don’t know what kind of evil this child suffered in his previous life, but he has such a fate in this life. If it weren’t for this child’s diligence, Wang Zhu would have been begging for a living. How would he still have the strength to torture this child like this...! After he finished speaking... several people around him nodded, as if they felt deeply unfair for this child!

After a while, the beatings and scoldings in the room continued, but the people outside the room couldn't bear to witness it and all dispersed.

The person kneeling on the ground in the room was Sang Yan, a young man who was collecting firewood in the Blood Maple Forest. The one who beat him was his adoptive father Wang Zhu.

Just because he went up the mountain to collect firewood and his condition worsened today, the portion was smaller, but Wang Zhu thought that Sang Yan must have taken the opportunity to be lazy, so he came up with this. Sang Yan knelt on the ground and let Wang Zhu beat and scold him without saying a word. Wang Zhu treated the son he picked up like an animal. He never showed mercy and did not know the severity. The scars on Sang Yan's body were also given by Wang Zhu Xiri. But Sang Yan was like a wooden man who never cried out in pain or resisted. He just lowered his head and allowed Wang Zhu to bully him. Snap...! Another slap hit the face. Sang Yan's already pale face suddenly swelled up, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. However, the stubborn Sang Yan still refused to dodge, struggling to support his weak body and bury his head. And kneel.

The buried face cannot hide the slight twist at the corners of his mouth, nor can he cover the tightly closed lips. It is obvious that he can feel pain. It is not as indestructible as steel, but why doesn't he dodge?

Another kick came, and Sang Yan's thin body could no longer hold up and fell to the ground. His face became paler and his body kept shaking.

Wang Zhu had a cruel temperament and had already ignored everything in front of him. He didn't care about Sang Yan's life or death. After beating and scolding him for a long time, he seemed to be a little tired, so he sat on the only stool in the room and said ferociously. : What a bastard! Get away... get away! Lest you infect me with this disease, I started to gasp after saying this!

Sang Yan had suffered Wang Zhu’s atrocities since he was a child and never dared to speak to him loudly. Now that Wang Zhu was very angry, he did not dare to say a word and still knelt on the ground struggling to support himself.

When Wang Zhu saw it, he stood up and kicked him again...! He cursed angrily: "You are deaf, right? Didn't you hear me telling you to get out?" Don't come back again in the future. Get as far away as you can! Then he turned around and left with a fierce look on his face. At this time, only Sang Yan was left in the room. Wang Zhu's last kick just now was right on the chest. Sang Yan, who was already seriously ill, felt a sweetness in his throat and a mouthful of blood broke his chest. Out of mouth.

Looking up at everything in the room, all that is left in my heart is unspeakable bitterness. The bursts of pain throughout my body have long been numb, and my young mind is as messy as the duckweed beaten by the rain.

Then Sang Yan endured his weakness and tidied up the room, then staggered towards the Blood Maple Forest.