C2 A brook of peach origin

The male chicken's name was White World!

Not long after, along with the crowing of the pheasants in the mountains, the moon began to set in the west, and the east began to turn white.

Chen Yuanjiu stood up at a loss, he looked around at the quiet and peaceful surroundings, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, everything was peaceful, as though what happened last night was just a dream.

It was only in this dream that the tall and big horse recommended Mao.

The death of both parents was a dream.

The evil spirits glared at him like a tiger was a dream.

The repeated attempts by the mysterious Immortal to rescue him was also a dream.

But why was he here?

He had been to Nanshan before!

Flowermont had been there!

Tarzan!

Mount Shu has been there!

He had been to Qingcheng Mountain before!

Wu Yi Mountain past!

Luo Fu Shan had been there before!

He could not say where he was. All he knew was that this must have been the place of the Three Chu Clan all those years ago. If what he experienced last night wasn't a dream, then with so many evil and demon spirits appearing in this world, this place must be extraordinary!

That azure-robed Daoist said that everyone had their own destiny. He wasn't his master, and he even said that he had had a fortuitous encounter when he was twenty. Could it be that he was going to wait until the age of twenty?

No!

Cultivating with the will of the heavens, a gentleman can never stop improving himself!

Chen Yuanjiu looked at the rising sun, at the peak that pierced through the clouds, and his heart was filled with energy. He could not help but feel a deep hatred for the sea of blood, for even if he had to go through countless hardships, he would still learn the Immortal Dao arts, and seek revenge!

After tidying up his luggage, Chen Yuanjiu grasped the longsword in his hand and took the most resolute step since he left home to look for the gods and immortals!

On the way, Chen Yuanjiu's path was exceptionally smooth. Other than the obstacles in the terrain, there were no other accidents, if it were in any of the other Blessed Paradises, he would not have been able to reach the summit even if he had a 90% chance of survival!

Even if he could reach the summit, what could a mere mortal like Chen Yuanjiu find?

But this was different!

As he continued to move further and further away, Chen Yuanjiu suddenly discovered that within the mountain valleys, there were actually many peach trees, and there were even many peach trees that were as thick as a person's arms. If one looked carefully, one would see that they were at least several hundred years old.

The small stream in the middle of the valley had endless peach blossom petals, and as it flowed downwards, even the air that Chen Yuanjiu was breathing was filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms.

It was Chen Yuanjiu's first time seeing such a beautiful place!

As he continued forward, there were no other trees around him. They were all peach trees, and the hundred-year-old peach trees grew thicker and thicker. The peach trees grew thicker and thicker, and there were even places where he could crawl through.

The grass and trees on the ground were lush and verdant. The ground was completely clean as well. The petals of the peach blossoms were laid on the ground, forming a world of peach blossoms!

At this moment, Chen Yuanjiu was reminded of last night when the mysterious deity's Peach Blossom petals were dancing in the air. In the eyes of the people, those weak petals were actually turned into a sharp weapon to kill demons and evil spirits.

What did the endless peach petal represent?

Chen Yuanjiu was excited just thinking about it.

Endless power kept him going. As the valley got taller, the water between the valleys also gradually became smaller until it eventually became a thin line in the sky!

It was as if a huge mountain had been split apart by a sword, leaving only the distance of one person to walk sideways.

The stream flowed out from here. Chen Yuanjiu did not even think about it, and directly walked in! This was because there were still many petals of peach blossoms in the stream, so much so that even the stream was slightly pink.

Under these circumstances, how could he not enter?

To re-enter it, Chen Yuanjiu abandoned his longsword, abandoned his luggage, and continued forward alone.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, they finally reached that point where the light was gradually becoming brighter, and Chen Yuanjiu laughed!

His hard work paid off!

As he walked into the valley in tattered clothes, Chen Yuanjiu was stunned. Peach trees, peach trees, and even peach trees, countless peach trees, countless peach blossoms, and stubble of peaches. Chen Yuanjiu even suspected that he had entered the Queen Mother's Immortality Peach Garden.

Until he saw a small wooden house.

'This place is so strange, there must be an immortal! '

Chen Yuanjiu held onto a assured mindset, and probed a few times, but in the end, still used his trembling fingers to knock on the wooden door.

Chen Yuanjiu called out a few more times, but still, no one replied. Helplessly, he pushed open the door and entered, to discover that there was a painting of the back of a green robed daoist standing at the center of the table, it looked extremely familiar.

There was only a jade scroll on the table, and after respectfully bowing three times towards the back, Chen Yuanjiu was just about to pick up the jade scroll when he realized that the jade scroll had already turned into a streak of white light and was projected in front of his eyes.

What was that?

Chen Yuanjiu nervously opened his eyes wide, wanting to see the changes in the jade slip, but he didn't discover anything, and the moment he closed his eyes, he saw another ball of white light!

Closing his eyes, he tried to understand.

It was a set of sword technique, although it was a simple two moves, piercing and chopping, but Chen Yuanjiu was not surprised by it.

Every time he killed a living creature, the tiny bit of spirit blood in his heart would be absorbed by the sword. On one hand, it would strengthen the sword body, and on the other hand, it would also produce sword beams.

In the end, if enough living creatures were sacrificed, the sword would be able to sever the sky.

To learn or not to learn?

If he learnt it, what difference was there between him and that demon?

If he didn't learn, how could he avenge himself?

Chen Yuanjiu fell into deep thought!

After a long while, Chen Yuanjiu made up his mind to practice this technique. After all, this was the closest time he trained this technique to the immortal path he had imagined, although it might be a little unorthodox, as long as he could kill this demon, so what if he fell into hell!

Chen Yuanjiu firmed his heart, and started to feel the white light from the jade slip.

"Stabbing", within Chen Yuanjiu's divine sense, a hole and a chopping mark appeared on the jade scroll.

There was only a simple poke, and it was unknown for how long it did not wear down anything, but it still retained the initial bit of sword intent!

The purest of energies, the purest of will, it was as if there was only one point left in the entire world, and that was the tip of his sword!

After a long while, Chen Yuanjiu finally got rid of the sword intent. When he looked back at the thorny hole again, he realized it was a simple thorny hole, without any sort of mysteriousness.

This caused Chen Yuanjiu to feel even more lingering fear!

If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't have any malicious intentions, he would definitely have turned into a pile of dried up bones!

Looking again at the chopping, he realized that there was a clear cut, the space that was split into two was also immersed in it. Chen Yuanjiu also realized that there was an indomitable spirit within the chopping, and a fearless decisiveness!

Sword was the path of kings. It was not good at fighting, but once in danger, a true gentleman would sacrifice his life for justice!

This sword art must be extraordinary, or else it would not be transmitted with just the sword intent.

Chen Yuanjiu turned the branch into a sword and started to immerse himself in the two sword moves. He thirsted for the time to drink and eat the peach, but he did not know how long it would take.

When he walked out of the valley, he realized that the bag he left outside was already decayed, and his sword was stained with rust.

How long?

Chen Yuanjiu didn't know.

Taking out the money from his luggage, Chen Yuanjiu went down the mountain like a savage.

As he walked down the mountain, a green figure gradually appeared at the edge of the peach forest with a faint smile on his face.

"Youngest junior brother, do you really think your things are easy to obtain?"

"Do you really think that Senior Brother will let you off so easily?"

"Heh heh."

"You know, what senior likes the most is your hot-bloodedness!"

"Qianyu, just you wait. I'll go back right now and demand justice for us!"

"Hahahaha!"

There was a city by the river at the foot of the mountain. It wasn't big, but it was very delicate and pretty. The two words "Wu Ling" were written at the city gate.

"Waiter, stay here!"

Chen Yuanjiu smashed the rusted longsword on the chopping board and said loudly, "Hurry up and prepare some hot water, and even go prepare a set of clothes!"

The waiter looked at this' wild man 'with a dumbstruck expression. If he did not know that their shop was in the city, there would be no real wild man attacking them. He would have even shouted for help!

Taking the copper coin from Chen Yuanjiu, the waiter quickly got a room with Chen Yuanjiu, and even specially instructed him to set up the bathtub!

"Three years!"

After bathing and changing his clothes, Chen Yuanjiu went to the second floor and watched the sun set over the small city in the west.

In these three years, he had traversed countless places in the Nine Prefectures, searching for immortals to cultivate his Divine Dao arts, but to no avail.

Everything that he had experienced in the past three years appeared before his eyes one after another, as if it had just happened. He knew that in the past three years, he had changed. He had become gloomy and silent. Even he could feel that his body had become colder as well.

However, other than that strange yet simple sword technique, he still had nothing!

Could it be that this grudge in the sea of blood was to be forgiven just like that?

What did he get after wasting more than one thousand days and nights?

Was it worth it?

Chen Yuanjiu raised his wine cup and bitterly gulped it down!

The wine entered his intestines and turned into a sword of sadness!

After drinking an unknown amount of wine, Chen Yuanjiu lied down on the table, and blankly stared at the people in the market as they started to pack up their stalls, and then left.

They could all go home, but where was their home? Where was his family?

Suddenly, he saw an old man with a white beard standing at the corner of the street. He held a banner with the "Suspending Kettle for the World" in his hand. A gourd hung from the banner.

By now, everyone had left the market. The old man muttered some words to the gourd before jumping into the gourd!

A person might not be tall and sturdy, but he wasn't someone who could fit a gourd!

But just like that, he jumped into the gourd!

How strange!

"Waiter!"

Chen Yuanjiu propped up his head and pointed to the banner on the corner of the street, and asked drunkenly: "What does that do?"

"Oh, that!" The waiter glanced at the banner before smiling and saying, "Good, let the guests know, that is the place of living immortals. The waiter looked at the banner, then smiled and said," Good, let the guest know, that is the place of living immortals, no one knows the name of the living immortals, no one knows, but

"Oh!"

"A living immortal?"

Chen Yuanjiu was in disbelief, muttering to himself. If there really was a living immortal, then why hadn't he encountered one? Wasn't the reason why he had worked so hard and traveled the world so hard, so that he could pay respects to the immortals and obtain their Immortal Tao techniques?

And the result?

It was all fake!

Seemingly seeing Chen Yuanjiu's disbelieving expression, the waiter curled his lips and said seriously, "Sir, please do not disbelieve me, you must know that this living Immortal is truly a living god. If you do not believe me, then go and take a look tomorrow."

The living immortal was incompetent, but in the end, wasn't he still going to verify it himself?

Tomorrow

go

Chen Yuanjiu did not have enough alcohol, so he fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, in the middle of the morning, the warm sunlight shone through the window onto Chen Yuanjiu's body. The warm feeling was just like the embrace of his mother all those years ago, causing Chen Yuanjiu to not want to get up for a long time.

After a long while, Chen Yuanjiu got up, got dressed, and walked out of the tavern with a calm expression. He came to the street and sat down by the side, and looked at all the people who were begging for fate or medicine, and did not say a word.

However, there was one thing. No matter what illness the other party was suffering from, the Daoist man in green would pour out a pill from the gourd. It was like a divine pill that could cure all illnesses!

As for the fortune-teller, in Chen Yuanjiu's opinion, it was just a small trick, there were not many people in this kind of small city, as long as they knew each other, would they be able to hear everything from anywhere?

"Young man, come here!"

When dusk arrived and the streets were once again devoid of people, the white moustached old man suddenly spoke. Chen Yuanjiu was startled, he pointed to his own nose and asked, "Are you calling me?"

"Yes." The white moustached old man nodded and said indifferently, "I've seen you here for a long time. I wonder if you have any questions that you would like to ask?"

Chen Yuanjiu stood up and walked to face him. He didn't know why, but when he saw this old man, he actually had a familiar feeling, as if he had seen this old man somewhere before. But when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't recall anything about it.

"I believe in my life! I can't help but be under the heavens! I don't believe in fortune telling!" Chen Yuanjiu said very indifferently.

"Hehe, is that so?"

The old man calmly smiled and slowly said, "Then where did your life come from?"

"Your parents are not your parents, and your siblings are not related by blood. You were born out of nowhere. Your life is not up to the heavens. Who is it?"

"Things went smoothly before I turned seventeen. After I turned seventeen, my life was rough and I was very happy …"

"Is my life really going to be left to you?"

Chen Yuanjiu was stunned!

The life was never in the sky! Most of the time, in this crisis, the majority of the time, it was the mysterious Immortal who saved him.

Thinking about that, Chen Yuanjiu immediately raised his head to look at the so-called living immortal, and realised that he was actually looking at him with interest!

He actually knew!

This was Chen Yuanjiu's first reaction!

Who is he?

"You are called Chen Yuanjiu right? You are twenty years old this year, three years ago, your parents, brother, family, all died because of you. "All these years, you've been searching for a way to take revenge, but you couldn't find one!"

How did he do it?

"You, you …"

Chen Yuanjiu didn't know what to say, and just stared blankly at the old man, only to realize that the more he looked, the more familiar he became. It was as if he had lived with the old man for a very long time without any memories.

The white moustached old man looked at him quietly, as if he was quietly waiting for him to recover before he blandly said, "Do you know, Chen Shubai, I have waited for this day for twenty years, I have a great fortune here for you, what do you say?"

"Chen Shubai? No, my name is Chen Yuanjiu! "

Although Chen Yuanjiu was puzzled, he suddenly thought back to what the green-clothed Taoist had once said, that under that peach tree, there would be a great opportunity when he was twenty years old …

The living immortal laughed out loud, pointing at Chen Yuanjiu's forehead, "Is there any difference?"

Then, his finger moved, and finally pointed at the bottle gourd hanging on the banner. Chen Yuanjiu did not know why, but he actually followed the finger of the living deity, and in the end, with a jump, his figure disappeared at the mouth of the bottle gourd!

Only the banner with the words "Hanging Gorge for the benefit of the world" was on the corner of the street, swaying with the wind, as well as the old man's words that lingered beside Chen Yuanjiu's ears.

"Remember, go to the deepest part of that peach blossom!"