MTL - Estranged-~ Work related

Author of "Participating in Business": Meng Xishi

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He has four unfilial apprentices, and now all of them are successful and established schools.

The embarrassing thing is that these four people were all kicked out of the school by him before they set up their own schools.

One day, he encountered an accident, lost all his cultivation, and was precarious, and fell to the territory of the three apprentices.

How to do? Urgent, wait online.

Mountains and seas can be leveled, and day and night can be wiped out.

But you, rare, do not want to give up.

The story that the master and the apprentice have to tell, next year, he

cp: In the past, he was strict with self-discipline, strict with others, strict teacher and strict father, now he sees through the world of mortals, is open-minded and unrestrained, and even his enemies love and hate Shou vs the schizophrenic Gong who has a heart of stone and doesn't distinguish between good and evil at night (big apprentice)

Content tags: Huanxi Enemy Xianxia Comprehension

Search keywords: Protagonist: Jiufang Changming, Yun Weisi┃Supporting roles: apprentices, opponents, friends, passers-by

One-Sentence Introduction: Stories Master and Disciple Have to Tell

Conception: A generation of arrogance encounters great changes and starts from the beginning, with a disabled body and a strong will to overcome difficulties with wisdom and influence evildoers

Brief comment on the work: In the past, Jiufang Changming, the number one person in the world, suffered an accident and lost all his cultivation. The world thought he was already dead. But he survived many hardships. He once had four disciples under his knees, and now all of them are outstanding and successful. There is only one fly in the ointment, that is, the four of them fell out with him back then and were expelled from the teacher's school by him. After Chang Ming returned to the world, he fell into the territory of one of the brutal and bloodthirsty apprentices... The plot of this article is twists and turns, the author The writing technique is proficient, and there are often unexpected things in the article, but there are many humorous jokes in the places that I thought were heavy. The reading is smooth and comfortable, and it is hard to put it down.

Volume 1 is still in full bloom

Prologue

Wanshen Mountain.

Flying sand and rocks cover the sky and block out the sun.

A huge cyclone spreads out from the bottomless tiankeng, like a **** mouth, and it will swallow everything when it opens its mouth.

Everyone had to use spiritual power or magical weapons to stabilize their bodies. Those with weaker cultivation were immediately blown away by the strong wind, and disappeared while howling, while the survivors tried their best to see the scene in the chaos.

Even the cloudy cyclone sand and gravel couldn't cover up the black mist emerging from the huge pit like a fountain, and pouring out again.

However, these arrogant and domineering black mist, like caged beasts, can only thump repeatedly within a limited range.

Not far away, there is a line from dot to line, forming a glowing red circle, which just happens to enclose the black mist inside, preventing it from overstepping the thunder pond.

Compared with the black mist, the red light is soft and flickering, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

But it never dies.

Six people, divided into six red circles.

Either hands seal, or hold a weapon, forming a surging white light around the body, which is at loggerheads with the black mist.

These six people are all the top masters in the world, the masters among the masters, the pinnacle that the world can't reach.

Any one of them has the cultivation base to transform into a fairy and ascend in the daytime.

But now, some of them frowned, and some had sweat on their foreheads.

The candles hanging in the air in front of each person were also flickering, flickering and flickering.

Outside the red circle, those who helped build the array were equally nervous.

"There will be no problem with the Liuhe Candle Sky Formation, why do I think the light in the southeast corner is a bit weak?"

"Probably not. That's Haishan, the director of the Kunlun Sword Sect. If he can't stand it, we will be of no avail!"

"I hope they can completely seal the abyss, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous..."

This is a battle that concerns the common people of the world.

Once the barrier of the abyss is completely broken, all monsters will break through the seal and come out in force, and the world will never be the same again.

Only Liuhe Candle Sky Formation can prevent this from happening.

The premise is that no one can go wrong.

Boom!

Rumble!

The ground trembled and rocks collapsed.

"what happened!"

"Sect Master Ren! Over there, Ren Haishan!"

The sharp eyes of those who were struggling to support Ren Haishan saw the light around Ren Haishan suddenly soar, and then dimmed instantly.

The next moment, his figure was engulfed by the wind-like black mist, and it was too late for anyone to react.

The Liuhe Candle Sky Formation, which had lost a corner, was crumbling in an instant and was about to collapse.

"Not good! Patriarch Dugu can't hold on anymore!"

"Sect Leader, Qi Zhenren's corner has collapsed!"

The six corner lights went out one by one.

The red light also continued to dim.

In the end there was only one lamp left!

Candlelight flourishes!

The red light suddenly rose!

"It's the lamp of Lord Nine Directions!"

"Can he hold on!"

"Quick, let's go up and help!"

"Stabilize all six corners!"

"It's too late...ah!!"

The roar was instantly blown away by the strong wind!

The black mist exploded suddenly and scattered in all directions, like countless tentacles quickly extending to the ground, and the demons who were not imprisoned rushed out in fear.

The sun and the moon have no light, and the sky and the earth are eclipsed!

In the black mist, only the fruit remained, and the candlelight that placed the hope of countless people trembled.

The only persistence is doomed to go through hardships and pains.

It was the longest quarter of an hour in the world.

No one knew how much pressure the only person holding the formation had to support the formation that should have been garrisoned by six people.

No one knows whether he is still sane at this moment.

Jiufang, the number one master in the world who has always been considered to be the most cultivated, although he acts erratically on weekdays, has been criticized and criticized by Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and even demon sects, and several turmoil is related to it.

But at this moment, no one doesn't want him to live, or even live well.

Liuhe candle array, only this one left—

candlelight!

Suddenly extinguished!

Overwhelming, darkness engulfed everything.

All living beings have not heard a sound.

The mountain of corpses and bones disappeared in an instant.

The Battle of Wanshen Mountain ended in a disastrous defeat for the cultivators.

Since then, the gate of the abyss has been opened, and all the monsters have come out and spread widely in the world. Therefore, Wanshen Mountain has become a passage between the two realms.

The world calls it Jiuchongyuan.

Prologue Two

Fifty years later.

Zhang Mu.

This name and qualifications are as common as his sect.

I entered Taoism at the age of ten, and it has been more than 20 years since then. To put it mildly, it is a step-by-step down-to-earth approach, to put it harshly—

Just nothing.

The practice of martial arts in this school follows Taoism, using long spears and double blades as weapons. Zhang Mu chose long spears at the beginning, but his marksmanship also stopped at the fifth level, and he couldn't even advance to the sixth level.

And the most talented disciples in the sect have already broken through the eighth level, and they are invincible with the combination of Qi and spear.

Zhang Mu knew his shortcomings, but he was powerless to change the status quo.

Talent is innate, and this is the greatest despair.

If he is content with the status quo, after two or three years, he can get married and have children. He can buy a few acres of land at the foot of the sect, cultivate and study his family.

But deep down in Zhang Mu's heart, he felt a little unwilling.

If the talent is extraordinary, who would like to obliterate everyone and bury this life?

After thinking about it, tangling left and right, two or three years passed.

When his elder brother broke through the ninth heavy marksmanship, Zhang Mu finally decided to give it a go.

He set off to leave the sect, bid farewell to the master in the name of experience, and went to Huangquan.

Both worlds of life and death are boundless, and the night stage of the Yin capital is used to ferry resentful spirits.

The Underworld is not the destination of death, but it is even more frightening than death.

Legend has it that yin and yang are chaotic here, the souls of the dead are indistinguishable, there is no distinction between day and night, and people who stray into this place have only two endings.

Either go away and never return, or break through the heart barrier between life and death, and go to a higher level.

However, there are very few of the latter, and it may not be possible to produce one in hundreds of years, but the former is endless.

There are practitioners and ordinary people who strayed into it by mistake, and there are also those like Zhang Mu who are desperate.

Most of them were unable to leave from Huangquan again.

In the far southwest of the southwest, there is the Gray River.

The river is grey, and I don't know what is in it. The fog persists all year round. The further upstream the river, the thicker the fog, and eventually people lose their way and don't know where to go.

According to rumors, the source of the river is Huangquan.

Zhang Mu followed this river and entered the world of mist with the determination to put everything to death and survive.

The strange mist is like an enchantment, blocking sunlight and all life.

He regretted it at the first danger.

Fortunately, his survival instinct made him break through the sixth level of marksmanship at a critical moment, and finally saved his life.

If you can't get out, you can only continue to move forward.

He didn't know how long he had wandered around in the chaotic world, from the time he paid close attention to routes and dangers at the beginning, to escaping from death again and again, he only relied on his desire to survive.

At this moment, he and his companions hid behind the boulder, hoping for a moment of peace.

He met his companions in Huangquan, and the other parties came from several small sects, and they also came in to practice.

Some people died in the middle, and new people joined, and now there are about seven or eight people in total.

Half an hour ago, they were chased by countless monsters and evil spirits. They might covet the human body and want to take the opportunity to seize it. Maybe they haven't tasted the sweetness of human flesh for a long time and hope to have a good time. They drive away a little.

"What to do! Those things will catch up soon, I don't want to die here!"

With a crying voice, a female disciple sobbed softly in Zhang Mu's ear.

They are not very talented, and they are not the most eye-catching disciples of the elders of the master. They can only come in with the heart of death, but they still want to survive in the end.

The female disciple was not bad in appearance, and those who admired her immediately comforted her.

There were a few others discussing countermeasures in low voices.

Among the crowd, only one person is forever silent.

Zhang Mu couldn't help but look at the other party a few more times.

Disheveled hair, ragged clothes, scars, no age, no appearance.

Others were reluctant to sit with him, but the one closest to him was Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu didn't know the other party's name either, he only knew that once they lost their way in the dense forest illusion and almost wiped out their entire army, it was this person who brought them out of danger.

But this person's mind is sometimes clear, sometimes confused, the origin of the name is unclear, and sometimes contradicts himself. Apart from being familiar with the terrain here, he seems to have no skills to speak of.

As time goes by, others are unwilling to get along with him, and they all call him dumb behind his back.

Only Zhang Mu helped him heal, and occasionally said a word or two.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know that there is another way out here?" Zhang Mu asked.

Under the unkempt appearance, he didn't even know whether the other party was a man or a woman, so he could only call him a fellow Taoist.

Holding the carving knife and woodcarving in his hand, the dumb man lowered his head and concentrated on it, and didn't hear Zhang Mu's words at all.

Zhang Mu waited for a while but there was no response, so he looked away helplessly and thought of another way.

Escape, there is no way to escape, the group of them have already exhausted themselves.

Fighting against the tiger, I am afraid that after repelling the tiger and attracting a new wolf, everyone will become a meal for the evil spirits in the end.

Hide, there is wind on all sides here, there is nowhere to hide, where can I hide?

The Gobi desert in Huangquan seems to be the same as outside, but the wind that blows into the cave is cold to the bone, like ice turning into a sharp blade, and the knife is lingering on the body, and the ghosts and wolves around are far more terrifying than the world. The companions who have seen the world around them gritted their teeth and endured the fear.

The cold wind brings messages from the evil spirits.

They approached quietly following the scent of humans, and the distance from them was shrinking little by little.

"Could he have attracted those evil spirits?"

Someone suddenly said something.

Zhang Mu raised his head, seeing that everyone's eyes were on the person next to him, he couldn't help being stunned.

"I just wanted to say that we have been walking in Huangquan for so long, and we have never seen such a ferocious Lingsha. It was only after we brought him that strange things began to happen!"

"In my opinion, those things may not be aimed at us. Maybe we'll be safe after he's gone!"

Everyone has made arrangements for the mute's destination.

The reason why no one made a final conclusion was because they were waiting for Zhang Mu to make a decision.

Zhang Mu is the one with the highest skill among them.

Without Zhang Mu speaking, they still had a little scruples.

The mute acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and he lowered his head to carve his small wooden carving, one knife at a time, scratching on the wood.

Like carving a bird.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, but Zhang Mu didn't think about it.

This person met them by chance, although he had saved their lives, but taking him away for so long was considered a kindness.

What's more, I am used to seeing life and death in Huangquan without being surprised, and I have long been used to it along the way.

Throwing the mutes out as bait might get them out for good.

Even if they can't, it can buy them more time to escape.

Anyway, it is neither relative nor cause, so there is no loss for them.

but-

After all, it is a human life.

The stench brought by the whistling sound became more and more serious. Everyone had experienced the fear of fighting with evil spirits, and it couldn't help but show it on their faces.

They had to retreat step by step to the rear.

Zhang Mu swallowed unconsciously.

The palms of his hands began to sweat, and the place where the spear was held became slippery.

Zhang Mu looked at the mute.

"Fellow Daoist—"

The mute suddenly raised his head.

"I want to go with you."

He actually spoke.

Zhang Mu hesitated to speak, there was not enough time to say a few more words, he dragged the person away and left for everyone.

But the danger came so fast and so fast!

The fishy smell swept in with the whistling of the cold wind, and the evil spirits and ghosts were mixed in it. They showed their fangs and claws in the gray mist and yellow sand, and showed their ferocious figures in the dawn of the dawn, but they were faintly visible, adding to the fear of people.

In the dim twilight, the ghostly mist could not be seen clearly, and everyone could only escape in the opposite direction by relying on the recognition of the fishy smell.

All of a sudden, a whirlwind in the mist suddenly increased in size, and fingers that looked like withered claws stretched out from it, grabbing Zhang Mu's back collar!

Zhang Mu seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly turned around and fired his gun!

The spears spun forward layer by layer, blue light flashed suddenly, condensed into clusters, and bloomed in mid-air for a while.

The blue lotus is gentle and beautiful, and bewitches people's hearts. If you indulge in its beauty because of this, you will strangle it unconsciously!

This is the seventh level of marksmanship that Zhang Mu has recently realized.

He has defeated many powerful enemies in Huangquan with this skill.

But he seems to have forgotten that the opposite is not a living being, and he will not be confused by appearances.

The barrier formed by the blue lotus was easily broken through, and the ferocious ghosts and ghosts rushed over, with a **** mouth full of fishy smell.

Zhang Mu had personally seen his companions being swallowed by this kind of ghost. After the black energy passed, there was no flesh left, only a pile of bones falling apart, which really made one's scalp tingle.

And at this moment, he is about to become one of the countless corpses in the underworld. Maybe after a few years, his grievances will linger, and he will not be able to ascend to heaven or enter the earth.

Do not!

He doesn't want to die!

He came here with great difficulty, in order to be rewarded for his hard work, even if he had to go through all kinds of hardships, he would eventually be able to escape from the sky and rise to the top!

He can't be planted here, he will fall short!

Zhang Mu unconsciously opened his eyes wide, instinctively making the most honest reaction of his body.

At that moment, all hesitation turned into selfishness for life.

He tightened his grip on the mute's wrist, and immediately turned the man in a different direction with all his strength, while he jumped backwards, using his strength to fly up, leaving himself behind a few feet away.

Don't blame me, I also want to survive!

Guilt flashed away in his heart, Zhang Mu gritted his teeth, and was about to get out and retreat.

Because according to his experience, when these evil spirits devour a body, they will be temporarily obsessed with the beauty of this body, and have no time to care about other things, so they can take advantage of this to escape.

However, not long after everyone ran, they heard a loud noise behind them, and when they turned around, they saw flames soaring into the sky, and the fog dissipated.

In the flames, several groups of black figures rolled and wailed, but Zhang Mu knew that they were definitely not dumb!

Those twisted and mutated, weird and tall human-shaped black mist are all evil spirits who were chasing after them.

Now these ghosts and evil things are actually burned to nothing? !

No, this is no ordinary fire!

Zhang Mu and his companions behind him were stunned, watching the golden phoenix bird soaring into the sky in the raging fire, with its head held high, its head bowed and breathing out fire, drowning all the ghosts in the sea of ​​flames, and then it shone sharply, causing everyone's eyes to be stung. At the same time, the bright light suddenly exploded, and the flames of the phoenix wrapped around the sky and burned rapidly, not only rushing towards Zhang Mu who was unable to dodge, but everyone behind Zhang Mu was also involved.

Someone with sharp eyes and hands wanted to escape with the sword, but the long sword was burned to ashes as soon as it was raised. The strange thing is that the body felt no pain in the fire, but it was difficult to control the limbs, and the mind gradually became blurred, and finally fell into the deep darkness.

Before Zhang Mu lost consciousness, he vaguely saw a person walking slowly from the flames.

The phoenix bird is entrenched behind it, its wings are radiant, dazzling and indescribable.

This glance was actually branded in everyone's soul.

Until He Xiyun woke up from the long coma and had the hallucination that she was dead, she still firmly remembered the figure that slowly walked out of the fire, like a king returning, and a **** descending.

Wherever the flames go, all monsters and monsters will be destroyed in response, and the dust will not remain.

I'm not dead yet?

He Xiyun casually grabbed the icy yellow sand in his hand, let the quicksand slip through his fingers, looked up at the starry sky, and finally landed on a stranger sitting cross-legged not far away, with a puzzled look on his face.

She remembered the last moment before she fell into a coma, when she and her companions could not retreat, evil spirits and ghosts attacked in groups, Zhang Mu stood behind them, and then—

Just lost consciousness.

There is no treachery and unpredictability in the underworld here, it is more like the mortal world outside.

God is sorry, it has been a long time since I felt the breath from the world.

"May I ask You Zun's name, and where is this place?"

Under the starlight, she took a closer look at the other party, only to feel strange and familiar.

"My name is Chang Ming." The man spoke slowly, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. "Here, I don't know either."

He Xiyun immediately remembered the familiar voice and way of speaking.

"Are you that dumb?!"

Accidentally, he said the nickname behind his back.

It turned out that the dumb man was called Chang Ming.

Chang Ming said that those evil spirits are both the end and the beginning.

If they were devoured by evil spirits, their bones would not remain, and their remnant souls would linger in Huangquan, they would end up like that in the end.

But they were saved.

Those evil spirits were completely burned, together with the raging flames, they broke through the barrier of the underworld, earning a way out for everyone.

After a narrow escape, they actually got that glimmer of life.

He Xiyun and Chang Ming managed to escape and landed on the edge of the desert in the mortal world.

And the other companions, like them, may be scattered all over the place, escaped by chance, or may have missed the moment when the barrier erupted and crossed, they are still stuck in place, and can only look for the next opportunity in the barren world.

He Xiyun was dumbfounded.

"It seems that a phoenix bird saved us..."

Chang Ming took out a scorched black wood carving, and he could vaguely recognize its original appearance.

He Xiyun was very surprised: "Fellow daoists actually know the art of controlling objects and transforming gods?!"

Chang Ming didn't speak, and casually threw the charred wooden phoenix aside.

Only then did He Xiyun concentrate and look at him carefully.

The other party changed into plain clothes, and his hair was tied behind his back.

After the face was washed clean, it was no longer unkempt, it was unexpectedly clean and handsome, but the vertical marks between the brows were tightly locked, as if old things were weighing heavily on her heart, making He Xiyun feel heavy along with her.

But those eyes are completely opposite to the brows.

It is far away and clear, bright and clear, and can hold everything in the world.

He Xiyun took one look, but couldn't help but take another look.

"Brother Changming's name, but Changming who always cherishes light?"

"It's Chang Ming of Chang Ye Hui Ming."

"If there is no stars, moon and lamps in the long night, where can we get long light?"

"This heart will last forever."

One question and one answer, concise and to the point.

He Xiyun seemed to understand something, but his thoughts were fleeting and he couldn't catch anything.

On the contrary, Chang Ming was slowly regaining his ability to speak and began to ask some questions.

He Xiyun found that the other party seemed to have been in the underworld for a long time, so long that he had lost awareness of the changes in the world outside.

She remembered that she had pushed Chang Ming out to save her life, and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"I'm sorry, when we..."

All kinds of excuses came to his lips but he couldn't confide in them, He Xiyun's cheeks were burning hot.

After learning from the pain, she got up and kowtowed to the other party three times.

"Fellow Daoist saved your life twice, but I will repay the favor with revenge. I am really ashamed!"

Chang Ming glanced at her indifferently, and the question he asked was irrelevant.

"The current dynasty in the world is still ruled by the Hong family?"

"Hong family?"

He Xiyun was stunned for a moment, "Fellow Taoist, could it be the Xinghong Dynasty? That happened decades ago, and now the world is divided into three parts, the You Kingdom, the Luo Kingdom, and the Zhaoyue Dynasty. In recent decades, monsters have been rampant, and the world is not peaceful, so the world is naturally full of waves and people's hearts are surging."

Chang Ming frowned slightly: "Then what about the great Xuanmen Xianzong?"

He Xiyun: "There are many sects, big and small. Sects like Shenxiao Xianfu and Wanjian Xianzong are all sects that have stood for hundreds of years. You must have heard of them, but some of them have recently changed their masters."

Chang Ming hummed.

He Xiyun: "There are also some sects that have risen not long ago, such as Penglai Island, Liuyimen, Qingyunyuan, Jianxuezong, etc., can also be regarded as powerful and the leader of one side. Especially Jianxuezong, the suzerain is moody and unhappy. He kills anyone he sees, because he has a deep cultivation base, and no one can do anything to catch him."

Chang Ming tilted his head, showing doubts.

"Are there many newly-emerged grandmasters?"

He Xiyun thought for a while and said, "In the past twenty years, there have been quite a few, such as Zhou Ke, the lord of the Blood Sect, Buku Zen Master of Qingyun Academy, Yiyezhou in Penglai Island, Clivia in the 24th century, and the lord of the Nine Layers of Abyss. Yun Weisi, all of them are famous masters... Fellow Daoist Changming, why do you have such a weird face?"

"These people you're talking about—"

Some of them seemed to be his apprentices.

Betrayed from the master, the master and the apprentice turned against each other.