Fang Yuan, obediently hand over the spring and autumn cicadas, I give you a happy!"
Fang Lao Demon, don't try to resist in vain. Today, all the major factions on our right path unite, that is, to break through your demonic cave. This place has already been set up a net, and this time you will surely be in a different place."
Fang Yuan, you damn devil. In order to cultivate into a spring-autumn cicada, you killed the lives of thousands of people. You have committed a heinous sin, and the sin is unforgivable and unspeakable."
"Demon head, three hundred years ago you insulted me, took away my innocence, killed all my family, and killed my nine clans." From that moment on, I wish I could eat your flesh and drink your blood! Today, I want you to live as if you were dead!"
Fang Yuan was dressed in a dilapidated large green robe, with his shawl radiating, and his whole body was bathed in blood, looking around.
The mountain wind blows the blood robe fluttering, rustling like a battle flag.
The bright red blood gushed outward from hundreds of wounds on the body. Just standing for a while, a large pool of blood had already accumulated beneath Fang Yuan's feet.
The enemy is surrounded by others, and there is no way to survive long ago.
The big picture is set, and today is certain to die.
Fang Yuan was extremely apprehensive about the situation. However, even when death was approaching, he still remained calm and had a dull look.
His eyes were as secluded as the deep pool of an ancient well, as always, as deep as the bottomless.
The right path that besieged him was not the noble elders of the hall and the sect, but also the heroic youths who were famous in all directions. At this time, Fang Yuan is firmly surrounded. Some are roaring, some are sneering, some are narrowing their eyes, flashing vigilant light, and some are looking fearfully while covering their wounds.
They did not do anything, and they were all afraid of Fang Yuan's dying counterattack.
In this way, they faced each other nervously for three hours. The setting sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun lit the sunset glow beside the mountain, which was as gorgeous as fire for a while.
It has always been as quiet as the square source of the sculpture, and slowly turn around.
The group of males suddenly stirred up a great stir, and they all took a big step back.
At this moment, the gray-white mountain stones at the foot of Fangyuan have long been dyed dark red by blood. The pale face, which was lit by the sunset glow because of excessive blood loss, suddenly added a beautiful luster.
Looking at the setting sun on this green mountain, Fang Yuan smiled softly: "The setting sun on the green mountain, the autumn moon and the spring breeze. When the morning is really like a twilight, it turns into snow. Success or failure turns out to be empty."
When he said this, all kinds of things on the earth in the previous life suddenly emerged in front of him.
He was originally a Chinese student on the earth, and by chance he crossed to this world. Three hundred years of tossing and turning, more than two hundred years across the world, more than five hundred years, and more than five hundred years are long, but they are fleeting.
Many memories buried deep in the bottom of my heart are vivid at this moment and vividly reappear in front of my eyes.
"After all, it was a failure." Fang Yuan sighed in his heart, feeling a little, but not regretting it.
He also had foreseen this result long ago. When he made the first choice, he was psychologically prepared.
The so-called "Demon Path" means not cultivating good fruits, killing people and setting fires. Heaven and earth are not allowed, and all the world is an enemy, and one still has to be indulgent in arbitrage.
If the newly-made spring and autumn cicadas are effective, they still have to be evil spirits in the afterlife! Thinking like this, Fang Yuan couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Old devil, what are you laughing at?"
Beware, everyone. The devil is about to fight back when he is about to die!
Hurry up and hand over the spring and autumn cicadas!!
The group of males forced to come, just at this time, with a bang, Fang Yuan blatantly exploded.
The spring rain is continuous, quietly moistening the green Maoshan.
The night was already late, and the cool wind was blowing the drizzle.
Tsingmao Mountain is not dark. From the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, there are many glistening glimmers, as if draped in a brilliant light belt.
These lights come from high-legged hanging buildings one after another. Although they are not called thousands of lights, they are also on a scale of thousands.
It is the ancient moon cottage located in Qingmao Mountain that adds a strong human-smoking atmosphere to the vast and secluded mountains.
In the very center of Guyue Shanzhai is a magnificent pavilion. At this time, a grand sacrificial ceremony is being held, so it is even more brightly lit and glorious.
The ancestors and the ancestors blessed. I hope that more highly-qualified teenagers can emerge in this enlightenment ceremony, adding new blood and hope to the family! The ancient moon clan chief looked middle-aged, with slightly frosted temples and a plain white and solemn sacrificial costume, kneeling on the brown-yellow floor, straightening his upper body, folding his hands tightly, and praying sincerely with his eyes closed.
He was facing the high-level black-painted platform case. There were three floors in the platform case, enshrining the tablets of the ancestors. On both sides of the plaque were red-copper incense burners and curling cigarettes.
Behind him, there were also more than ten people kneeling. They were dressed in broad white sacrificial clothes, all old family members and messengers in the family, and held all aspects of authority.
After praying for a while, the ancient moon patriarch took the lead in bending over, spreading his hands flat, with the palms tightly against the floor and kowtowing. The forehead touched the brown floor, making a gentle thumping sound.
The old people behind each other have solemn expressions, and they also follow the example silently.
For a while, the clan ancestral hall was full of the gentle ringing of the forehead colliding with the floor.
After the grand ceremony was over, the people slowly stood up from the floor and walked quietly out of the solemn ancestral hall.
In the corridor, the old people silently breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere was a sigh of relief.
The discussion gradually arose.
Time passes so quickly. In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.
The enlightened grand ceremony of the last session was just like what happened yesterday, and it is still vivid in my mind.
Tomorrow is the annual enlightenment ceremony. I don't know what kind of new family blood will emerge this year.
Alas, I hope that teenagers with the qualification of first-class A will appear. Our ancient moon group has not had such a genius for three years.
Yes, geniuses have emerged in Baijiazhai and Xiongjiazhai all these years. Especially the Bai Ningbing of the Bai family, the talent is really terrifying.
I don't know who mentioned the name Bai Ningbing, and a layer of worry emerged involuntarily on the faces of the old people in all families.
This son's qualification is extremely excellent. In just two years, he has already practiced to the trick master of the third transformation. Among the younger generation, it can be said to be the dominant one. Even the older generation has felt the pressure of this rising star.
Given time, he must be the pillar of Baijiazhai. At least he is also a strong man who stands alone. No one has ever doubted this.
However, among the teenagers who participated in the enlightened ceremony this year, there is not no hope either.
Yes, there is a talented boy in the vein of the square. March can speak, April can go. At the age of five, he can write poems and recite lyrics. He is extremely intelligent and full of talent. Unfortunately, the parents died early and are now being raised by their uncles and aunts.
Well, this is early wisdom and has great ambitions. In recent years, I have also heard of "Toast to the Wine", "Winging Plums" and "Jiangchengzi" created by him. What a genius!
The Guyue patriarch was the last to walk out of the ancestral ancestral ancestral hall and slowly close the door, and then he heard the voices of the old family members in the corridor.
I immediately knew that the old family members were talking about a young man named Guyue Fangyuan at this time.
As the head of a family, one will naturally pay attention to those excellent and prominent children. And Guyue Fangyuan is the most outstanding and dazzling one among the younger generation.
And experience shows that people with extraordinary talents such as adults, who are often too young to forget, or are as strong as adults, etc., all have excellent spiritual practice qualifications.
If this sub-tests the qualifications such as A and is well-cultivated, it may not necessarily be unable to compete with Bai Ningbing either. Even if it is B-class qualifications, it will surely be able to be a unique side in the future and become a flag of the ancient moon family. However, such an early-witted person as him is unlikely to have the qualifications of B, and is very likely to be Class A. This thought gave birth to the corners of the mouth of the ancient moon patriarchs, involuntarily slightly raised, and a smile emerged.
Immediately, with a cough, he said to all the old people in the family, "You, it's getting late. For the enlightened hall of tomorrow, please be sure to have a good rest and maintain your spirit tonight."
When the old family members heard this, they were all a little stunned. Looking at each other, there was a trace of vigilance hidden in their eyes.
The patriarch said this implicitly, but everyone knew what he meant.
Every year, in order to compete for these talented juniors, the old family members are all blushing with each other and their heads are bleeding.
It is time to keep good recuperation and strive for strength until tomorrow.
Especially that ancient moon Fangyuan, the possibility of such qualifications as A is very large. Moreover, his parents have passed away and are one of the only remaining two orphans in the Fang Zhizhi vein. If you can get into your own vein and cultivate well, you can ensure the prosperity of this one for a hundred years!
But the ugly words come first. The struggle for justice should not use conspiracies to damage the unity of the family. All of you, please keep it in mind." The patriarch looked after the Tao in a solemn tone.
I dare not. I dare not.
Be sure to keep it in mind.
This is the time to leave. People of the clan, please stay.
The old people are full of thoughts and leave one by one.
Soon, it became desolate on the long corridor. The spring rain and the slanting wind blew over through the window. The patriarch gently raised his steps and walked to the window.
Suddenly, the mouth is full of fresh and moist mountain air, refreshing the heart.
This is the third floor of the attic. Looking around, the patriarch can see most of the ancient moons and cottages at a glance.
Late at this moment, most families in the village still have lights, which are very different from usual.
Tomorrow is the enlightened ceremony, which is related to everyone's vital interests. An excited and tense atmosphere hangs over the hearts of the people. Naturally, many people are restless in sleep.
"This is the hope for the future of the family." Little lights were reflected in the eyes, and the patriarch let out a long sigh.
At this time, there is also a pair of clear eyes, quietly looking at these glittering lights in the late night, full of complex feelings.
The ancient moon cottage. Was this five hundred years ago?! The Spring and Autumn Cicadas really worked... Fang Yuan's eyes were faint, standing beside the window, letting the wind and rain hit him.
The function of spring and autumn cicadas is to reverse the time. Among the top ten strange rankings, it is natural to be ranked seventh.
In short, it is rebirth.
The cicada was reborn by using the spring and autumn, going back five hundred years ago! Fang Yuan stretched out his hand, fixedly looking at his young and tender somewhat pale palm, and then slowly clenched it tightly and felt this truth vigorously.
In his ears was the faint sound made by the drizzle hitting the window. He slowly closed his eyes. Only after a long while did he open them and sighed sighed, "The experience of five hundred years is really like a dream."
But he knew very well that this was not a dream.