Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Albatron

The Qingyun Mountains are majestic and towering, the tigers occupy the Central Plains, there is a big river "Hongchuan" in the shade of the mountains, and Shanyang is an important town "Heyang City", which is the throat of the world. The geographical location is very important. Qingyun Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, with undulating peaks and peaks. There are seven peaks at the highest, soaring into the clouds. On weekdays, you only see white clouds surrounding the mountainside, and you don't know the true face of the mountain top.Qingyun Mountain is densely covered with forests, waterfalls and strange rocks, rare birds and animals, and it is famous all over the world.

It's just that the more famous one is the cultivation sect on this mountain - "Qingyunmen". The Qingyun lineage has a long history, and it has been established for more than two thousand years. It is the head of the two ways of righteousness and evil today.It is said that the founder of Kaipai was originally a fortune teller, half his life was poor and depressed.When he was forty-nine years old, he traveled all over the world and passed by Qingyun Mountain. At a glance, he could see that this mountain is a wonderful place to gather spiritual energy from heaven and earth.Immediately climb the mountain, eat the wind and drink the dew, practice the truth and practice the Tao, not long after, in a secret cave deep in Qingyun Mountain, I got an unnamed ancient scroll, uploading various magic techniques, difficult and boring, but infinitely wonderful and powerful huge.

The physiognomist got this adventure and devoted himself to practice.Suddenly twenty years, small success, but out.After several storms in the rivers and lakes, although he could not dominate the world, he became the hero of one party.So on Qingyun Mountain, a school was established, named "Qingyun".Therefore, as recorded in the ancient scrolls, he was close to Taoism, so he dressed up as a Taoist, and called himself "Qingyunzi", and later generations of children often called him "Qingyun Zhenren". Qingyun Zishou was three hundred and sixty-seven years old. He took ten disciples in front of him. Before he died, he exhorted: "I have spent half my life teaching and learning in physiognomy, especially in Fengshui. This Qingyun Mountain is a rare spiritual place in the world. My Qingyun sect occupies this mountain, and it will surely prosper in the future, and you must never give up. Remember, remember!"

At that time, the ten disciples nodded their heads one after another, convinced that Qing Yunzi passed away just now.Unexpectedly, in the next hundred years, whether it was due to God's will tricking people, or Qingyunzi's lack of proficiency in physiognomy, Qingyunmen not only failed to develop, but declined day by day. Among the ten disciples, two died young, four died in the Jianghu vendetta, and the remaining one was disabled, one disappeared, and only two lines were passed down.Fifty years have passed like this, an unprecedented natural disaster and earthquake occurred within a hundred miles of Qingyun Mountain, mountain torrents erupted, the earth trembled and the mountains shook, countless casualties occurred, and yet another branch was cut off.However, there is only a single seedling left, but limited to aptitude and low ability, it has long since lost the glory of Qingyunzi in the past, but because of the ancient scroll, foreign enemies have been scrambled, several bloody battles, if not for the powerful prohibition magic weapons left by Qingyunzi, I'm afraid that Qingyunmen has already been wiped out.

This situation has lasted for a full four hundred years, and Qingyunmen has not improved, and it can almost be described as lingering.In the end, he was even bullied to the door of the house. Among the seven peaks of Qingyun, except for the main peak "Tongtian Peak", the other six were occupied by foreign enemies, and there were also bandits and bandits who used them as strongholds to plunder and run amok.Many people who don't know have misconceptions, thinking that Qingyun Sect has fallen so badly, although Qingyun disciples make excuses in many ways, and also intend to kill the enemy to rectify their name, but they are powerless, pitiful and lamentable.Thinking back to now, that was really the most miserable period in Qingyun's lineage.

The situation did not change until 1,300 years ago. Probably Qingyunzi's physiognomy has finally manifested, or God is tired and no longer teases Qingyunmen. At this time, from the eleventh generation of Qingyunmen, there is a peerless leader who is amazingly talented and leader Character - Taoist Qingye.Qingye's secular family surnamed Ye, was originally a poor scholar, talented and intelligent, but failed in many trials, and then by chance, Wu Fangzi, the tenth generation head of Qingyunmen, was accepted as a closed disciple at the age of twenty-two. After Qingye became a disciple, within only one year, he comprehended all the sword skills and methods passed down by Wu Fangzi, and he was the best among all the disciples.After another year, even Wu Fangzi could barely draw with him by relying on his profound practice.Surprised and delighted, Wu Fangzi decisively took out the ancient scroll handed down by his ancestor and passed it on to Qingye to participate in the auspiciousness by himself.Aoba then retreated in the "Huanyue Cave" on the back mountain of Tongtian Peak, and this test lasted for thirteen years.

It is said that when he broke through, it was the night of the full moon.That night, the cold moon was hanging high, and the entire Tongtian Peak of Qingyun Mountain was like daytime.Suddenly there was a strong wind, and there was a dragon singing and howling in the back mountain. The sound shook hundreds of miles, and everyone who listened did not change color.Afterwards, there was a lavender auspicious light rising into the sky, and with a loud noise, the Huanyue Cave opened suddenly. The green leaves with white beard and hair, smiling, and a clear light on their bodies, walked out slowly.

Afterwards, Aoba formally became a monk. He took the surname of Ye from his family and took the character Qing from Qingyun, hence the name Aoba.At that time, he laughed farewell to his mentor, who had no prescription, and said: "Master, wait a moment, the disciple goes out to do business, and he will return in a day." Everyone didn't know why, after a day and night, Qingye came back with the sword, and the enemies from the six peaks of Qingyun Mountain had all been killed.Qingye Daoist's strong morality and ruthless methods made him famous all over the world for a while, and the Qingyun sect became very popular.

Another year later, Wu Fangzi was about to pass on the position of head of the sect to Qing Ye, and went to clean up by himself, no longer caring about trivial matters in the sect.After Qingye came to power, he worked hard to govern, vigorously supported his fellow sects, and strictly selected successors. In addition, what he learned from the unnamed ancient scroll had the power of being unpredictable.Since then, Qingyunmen has been flourishing. For fifty years, it has been the pillar of the righteous way, and after two hundred years, it has led all the sects of the righteous way. Qingye Zhenren passed away at the age of 550 years old. He took strict disciples all his life and only passed on seven disciples, so he divided the seven peaks of Qingyun into seven disciples, so that the seven veins could spread the incense together.Among them, Nagato lives in the Qingyun Temple of Tongtian Peak, the main peak, and is the center of gravity of the sect.

Up to now, there are nearly a thousand disciples under the Qingyun sect, and there are as many masters as there are clouds, with a prominent reputation. It is listed as the three major sects in the world together with "Tianyin Temple" and "Fenxiang Valley".And Master Daoxuan, who is the head of the sect, is a peerless figure who is first-class in the world. ※※※ At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, fifty miles to the northwest of the big city "Heyang", there is a small village called "Caomiao Village".There are more than forty families living here, and the folk customs are simple and honest. Most people in the village go up the mountain to collect firewood and hand it over to Qingyunmen in exchange for some silver taels to live.On weekdays, the villagers often see Qingyun's disciples come and go, with all kinds of magic. They worship Qingyun sect very much, thinking that they are immortals.And Qingyunmen has always taken care of the people around it, and it is quite good to the villagers here.

On this day, the sky was gloomy, with dark clouds hanging down, making people feel breathless. Seen from Caomiao Village, the majestic Qingyun Mountain pierces into the sky, with strange peaks and strange rocks, showing a hint of ferocity. It's just that the villagers have lived here for generations, and they have seen this scene countless times, and they don't care, let alone ignorant children. "Stinky boy, where are you going?" He yelled and cursed, with a bit of a smile, from the mouth of half the older children. He looked about twelve or thirteen years old, with delicate features, and led four or five boys and girls, chasing after him. Another child in front of him.The kid in front was two years younger than him, and also shorter in stature. At this moment, his face was full of smiles, and he ran forward as hard as he could, sometimes turning his head and making a funny face. "Zhang Xiaofan, stop if you have the guts!" The child behind shouted loudly. The child named Zhang Xiaofan in front gave a piss, and said while running: "You think I'm an idiot!" He ran even faster while talking. Chasing all the way, these children gradually approached the dilapidated grass temple at the east end of the village.From the outside, this small grass temple is dilapidated, and I don't know how many times it has experienced the wind and rain of the world. Zhang Xiaofan was the first to rush in, unexpectedly accidentally got knocked by the door panel, made a splash, and fell over.A few children behind were overjoyed, they rushed forward and pressed him down, the handsome boy smiled and said, "I caught him, now you have nothing to say?" Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaofan rolled his eyes strangely, and said: "It doesn't count, you plotted against me, how can you count?" The boy was taken aback, and wondered: "When did I plot against you?" Zhang Xiaofan said: "Alright Lin Jingyu, do you dare to say that you didn't put this door panel here?" The child named Lin Jingyu said loudly: "How can this happen!" Zhang Xiaofan pursed his lips and tilted his head, showing a resolute attitude of not surrendering or yielding.Lin Jingyu got angry from his heart, strangled his neck with one hand, and said angrily: "If you agree to catch him, you will admit defeat, will you accept it?" Zhang Xiaofan ignored it. Lin Jingyu's face was flushed, he exerted force on his hand, and said loudly: "Are you convinced?" Zhang Xiaofan's trachea was strangled by him, it was gradually difficult to breathe, his face gradually turned red, but at such a young age, his temper was extremely stubborn, he insisted on not saying a word. Lin Jingyu was getting more and more angry, his hands were getting stronger and stronger, and he said in a voice: "Are you convinced, are you convinced, are you convinced?" At this time, the other children saw that it was wrong, and they all retreated quietly, leaving only these two ignorant children, for the sake of the battle of spirits, they insisted on each other in this way, relying on their extreme tempers. Seeing a catastrophe happen for no reason, suddenly hearing a Buddha's cry from the depths of the grass temple, someone said: "Amitabha, stop quickly." A skinny hand came out of the air, stretched out two fingers, and flicked Lin Jingyu's hands.Lin Jingyu's whole body was shaken as if he was being shocked by an electric shock, and his hands loosened naturally. Zhang Xiaofan panted heavily, obviously holding back hard.The two of them froze on the spot, came back to their senses, recalled the scene just now, looked at each other, and became more and more afraid of each other. Lin Jingyu said in a daze: "Xiaofan, I'm sorry. I don't know why..." Zhang Xiaofan shook his head, breathing gradually, said: "It's okay. Hey, who are you?" All the children followed his gaze, and saw an old monk standing in this temple, with wrinkled face, shabby cassock, dirty from head to toe.Only a string of jasper rosary beads was held in his hand, which was crystal clear, dazzling and emitting a faint blue light.Strangely, among the dozen or so sapphire rosary beads of the same size and clear and clean, there was a dark purple round bead that was neither jade nor stone.