Chapter 1

Nanling southwest, mountains, sparsely populated, in a peak green valley green land, waterfalls and springs, Qingliu surging. This valley, far from the dust, fairy air is ethereal, in the clouds, there are palace tile golden and bright pavilions.

Here is the place where a sect named Qingyun sect is located. Among the mountain peaks, the fairy can be seen coming and going, floating in the air and stepping on auspicious clouds.

The whole sect, a quiet and elegant, also has a magnificent charm.

However, under the cliff at the foot of Xianzong mountain, there is an out of place, deep and humid prison, dark and windy.

"Let's go!" Yelled several guards. "Give me speed. You must understand that you are no longer the pride of heaven, but a waste and prisoner."

Inside the prison, a very decadent and ragged youth was led out like a captive animal.

"Once upon a time, these people would rather eat the dust under my feet..." The man looked at the skylight on his head and felt dazzled. He raised his tattered sleeves to block his face and gave a hoarse smile.

It seems that he is excited about the sun that has not been seen for a long time, and seems to smile at his sad fate

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A tumbril passed by at the foot of the mountain and went slowly towards the distance. In the cart, the heavy and huge iron chain firmly locked the young man with his head drooping. His clothes were tattered and his hair was scattered and his face was dark.

"Nie Chen shaozong, from today on, you are going to mine. Maybe you won't come back in your life. Take this opportunity to have a good look." An old man drove a horse with green scales in front of him with his whip.

"It's been three years. It's changed a lot..." Nie dust raised his head, bright eyes contain sentimental, swept back to the Qingyun Zong.

Looking at the splendid temples in the distance and on the high mountains, he could not help but feel that the land of immortals, which had been free from vulgarity and transcendence, was full of sour and decadent air like a palace.

"Li Bo, I'm no longer a shaozong." Nie Chen said bitterly and hoarsely.

"Oh, I'm used to it." The old man looked ridiculous and shook his head.

"Cut the crap and keep going." The cold voice sounded, two young people riding scale horse to catch up, one of them yelled loudly, the old man was silent immediately.

"Little Lord, don't try to escape. To me, it's much better to dig a mine than to be locked up in a dark prison. " Another young man's mouth smile, slowly came, that little patriarch's address, he said particularly bright.

"Qingjue, go back and tell your master that he only wants to be prosperous on the surface. Qingyun Zong will be defeated in his hands sooner or later. " Nie Chen looked at the young man and said without delay.

"You How dare you insult your master? Well, the dungeon has been in prison for three years and is still so stubborn. I want to see when you can be proud The young man named Qinglie had an angry face.

"Younger martial brother qingjue, why bother with a slave?" Another young man with a haughty face rode in front of him. Nie Chen, you never thought that there would be such a day? "

"Elder martial brother Qingchen said it! Nie Chen, you have come to this end now. You can only blame your master for being too stubborn. As the saying goes, a man who knows the current affairs is a great man, and his old man has never been able to understand this. " There is no cover up.

"It's lucky that Tianhan dadianzong has incorporated our clan. Your master is really old and stupid, and he has a delusion to resist Tianhan sect. Within a hundred miles, the only thing that will happen to the rebels is death. " Qingchen said faintly: "you should be lucky that you are still alive. If it is not for mining, you can't even be a slave."

"Once upon a time, you were a halo, but now you are just a dirty dog!"

"Ha ha ha..." Nie Chen's obscure laughter rose in the ocean.

"What are you laughing at?" Qingchen and her eyebrows are full of evil spirit.

"When my master was here, you were just his old man and my dog. You only knew how to please and flatter me. Today, you dogs have just changed owners. " In Nie Chen's gray sleeves, his invisible fists clenched together.

"If it was not for my elder martial brother, you would not be worthy of our personal escort if you wanted to go to the mine to look for medicine!" Qingjue jokingly said, "but I enjoy the process of escorting you as a slave."

"Dogs like to look for coquettes, so do you, villain heart!" Nie Chen said and closed his eyes.

"You Hum, if you don't want to be a mere slave, you're just trying to lower our value. You won't be proud for long! " The two brothers of Qingchen took a look at Nie Chen with disdain in anger and rode to the front of the carriage.

Nie dust clenched his fist's fingernails, which had been embedded in the flesh and blood, oozing from the gray ragged sleeves.

"Those who live in such a muddlesome way must not die easily." Nie Chen's eyes were cold. It seemed that he was angry because of the light. "Master, you raised me up and took me to practice, just like parents and children Have you really left me? "

His eyes, no longer pure, but moist and dark, looking at the shadow of Qingyun Zong disappearing in the distance, his heart beat rapidly.

In the last eye, a tower fell into his eyes. The tower was surrounded by black fog and breathtaking. He was familiar with the smell, and he hated it."Hum, if it was not for qingjue, the old man who was plotting against master, this cold messenger would not be the master's opponent." Nie Chen recalled everything three years ago and clenched his teeth. "If it hadn't been for Qing Jue's treachery, Qingyun sect would have withdrawn secretly and safely..."

"After all, I am too weak If I can be as strong as you, how can you die? How can I be imprisoned in this cage? How can the little seal of the messenger suppress my accomplishments The sky was getting dark, and the night came. In addition to a pair of firm eyes, he also sent out cold light. All Nie Chen's things were submerged in the night.

In the twinkling of an eye, seven days later, Nie Chen opened his eyes from his deep sleep, and his cultivation was sealed. He was just a human being.

Therefore, in the case of Qingchen and Qingchen, who had no food and drink for seven days, was extremely weak.

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"There is a shortage of people recently. Qingchen and qingjue, who have you sent this time?" A fat man, in the iron cage edge to look at the dispirited Nie dust, a bright face, big belly.

"He's worth a lot, Nie Chen, who used to be a little monk. It's enough face to send you such a slave Qingchen said with a little playfulness.

"In addition to mining, our little patriarch can also serve your daily life and help you pour into the nightpot This scenery is not for everyone to enjoy. " Qing Jue looks at Nie Chen and says in a loud voice.

In the distance is a place similar to a Shanzhai. A row of wooden walls stretch for unknown length. The guards on the wall hear the sound and look at them one after another.

"It's the one..." One was surprised.

"He is still alive, isn't he shot down by the emissary?"

"It's better to live than to die. Look at him like that. Alas, he has been completely reduced from Tianjiao to waste."

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Nie Chen glanced at those people. It was known that Qing Jue's younger generation was working here. Seeing the usual ridicule on their faces, Nie Chen quietly closed his eyes.

"Ha ha ha ha, thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for your care. It's really a big gift for a small steward of mine The fat man was very excited and laughed up to the sky. He called Qingchen and said, "come on, some good things have come out of the mine recently. Please come here!"

"Come on, come on!" At last, he was pushed into the narrow stone gate under the stone wall.

"The Royal hand will take you into the mine tomorrow. There will be food in the prison. Keep your physical strength. You can do it!" The cold and arrogant guard turned and left, locking the iron door with a bang.

As time went by, Nie Chen finally got used to the dim light in the room. In a corner, there was a pile of dead animals, which didn't look fresh. There was a big jar filled with muddy water.

"I want to live!" Nie Chen swallows a mouthful of saliva, pours forward, crawls on the corpse, gobbles up.

At the moment, although Nie Chen looks like a wild animal and crazy, he is very conscious in his heart, and his situation does not allow him to criticize.

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"Master, you have always taught me to be patient! Once I didn't agree with you, and I also blamed you for being too tolerant of qingjue... " After drinking the muddy water, Nie Chen lay in a corner and said, "now, I know the meaning of tolerance. It's better to choose death if you are loafing about living, and miracles may be created if you lie down on salary and taste gall. "

Nie Chen's eyebrows wrinkled, and his right index finger and middle finger stretched out to the forearm of his left hand and buckled into the flesh and blood.

A bloody bamboo slip was dug out from his left forearm Before his master was defeated and captured, he buried the bamboo slips in the forearm of his left hand in advance. At that time, his accomplishments were still there, and it was easy to avoid any trace.

This bamboo slip is the only relic left by the master. Until the zongmen incident, Nie Chen did not know its use from him. He has also carefully observed and studied the bamboo slips, but there is no discovery and harvest.

But now

"Is this?" At the moment of digging out the bamboo slips, he clearly saw his blood on the bamboo slips, but somehow disappeared, as if swallowed by the bamboo slips.

Bamboo slips, dense handwriting, slowly presented.