After being reborn, he became cinnabar in the heart of Quanxianmen

The first thing Lu Ran felt when he woke up was pain.

It's like being pulled out of flesh and blood, the meridian is ripped off, the bones are broken inch by inch, the steel nails are driven into the string and the iron cables are reconnected, and then the pain is forced back into the body.

The sudden sharp pain blurred his vision.Lu Ran's eye circles were instantly red, but he subconsciously clenched his teeth and held back his screams.After a while, the pain gradually subsided, and he finally regained his senses.

Some damaged pictures came to mind vaguely.

It seems that I used to be an instrument repairer. [Taixi] During the battle between immortals and demons during the years, the ashes were wiped out, and there were no bones left.

The memory of the past is incomplete, but the scene in front of him is gradually clear, and there is a strange and handsome face reflected on the jade disc.Lu Ran was slightly startled.

This was not his face—he had been reborn in a strange body.

Lu Ran tried to raise his arms, his limbs were like rusty old wheels, as stiff as a newly unearthed Southern Xinjiang ghoul.According to the stagnation of the meridians, this body has been lying still for at least 20 years.

The soreness of the joints clouded his clear eyes.He bit his lip, trying to divert his attention without saying a word.On his left wrist he wears a loop of red string, on which is carefully tied a small silver sword.

He remembered that there is a tradition in Jianzong: use the iron of the same source as his natal spirit sword to cast a small sword to make a sword ornament, and give it to Taoist companions.

The sword ornaments can be perceived remotely with the spirit sword.Sword cultivator subdues demons and eliminates demons, walks outside all year round, returning indefinitely.When you miss your loved ones and flick your sword to complain, the small sword in the distance will also clank.

In other words, this body may have been the Taoist companion of a certain sword cultivator during his lifetime.More than ten or twenty years have passed, but the treatment has not yet been given up and put into the coffin.Either there is a virtuous spouse, or there is a filial son.

With a stiff face, Lu Ran endured the pain of recovering his body, and found that his mind was quite out of his mind.

After a while, he gathered some strength, sat up straight and looked around, and clicked his tongue in his heart: It's too early to talk.He was actually lying in a white jade coffin.

The coffin was carved from a single piece of white jade, and there was a stream of light hidden on the intricate incantations.There is a circle of golden bells hanging on the four walls, engraved with the Buddha's Dharma and the Buddhist motto of calming the soul.

Looking outside, the white jade coffin is located in the center of the house, and there are incense burners in the four corners of the house, and the refreshing medicinal fragrance is entangled in the white smoke.

Right above the white jade coffin is an umbrella-shaped algae well, on which is engraved a majestic guardian animal with angry eyes.The divine beast holds a spirit bead in its mouth, and the spirit bead is exquisitely carved, exuding a soft and clear light.

Lu Ran's stiff face still couldn't show much expression, which made him look calm and unpredictable.

But in reality he was about to collapse.

As a weapon repairer, although he lost part of his memory, he quickly recognized the magic tools in the house: Kunwu Sword Sect Nourishing Heart Jade, Linhai Buddhist Temple Calling Soul Bell, Changliu Medicine Valley Benzoin, and Nanjiang Yaosen Spirit Guardian Beast.And, Zhongnan Taiyi Concentration Pearl.

The spirit weapons of the fairy gate are divided into five grades, from good to bad, "xuan, heaven, earth, secluded, and ordinary".Between each level, there is an insurmountable gap.

As for the mysterious treasures, they are completely rare.Among them, the most famous one is the stone stele at the gate of Taiyi Immortal Sect, which contains the spirit of the vast and deep water, and is also known as [Zhongnan Divine Jade].

Throughout the house, there are top-grade spiritual weapons for soul cultivation—this house alone is equivalent to a small sect collecting for several generations.

Jianzong, Buddhist Temple, Medicine Valley, Yaosen, Taiyi—these are the top five sects among the hundreds of immortal sects in the world of cultivating immortals.He is also the original founder of Xianmeng.The posture in the house is clearly using all the power of the cultivation world to support a mere person.

The soul of the original owner of the body is damaged, relying on various heavenly treasures to barely warm the soul and body, and he is still alive.Until the seriously injured soul was finally unable to sustain itself and collapsed in the world, the body was occupied by him, a lonely ghost—that was probably the case.

If possible, Lu Ran would like to cover his face in despair.

Back from the dead, he was indeed pleasantly surprised.But whose health is not good, he has to revive his soul on such a precious person.Impossible for Xianmeng not to notice that his body has changed hands - and apart from his name, he can't even remember who he is!

Lu Ran gave up thinking and stepped out of the jade coffin lightly.

However, before he could stand still, there was a violent shaking like a sky-shattering earth-shattering.The soul calling bell rang chaotically, the copper stove jingled and the palm tree fell to the ground, and the concentration pearl spun around in the mouth of the spirit guardian beast, and it was in danger.

There was a dull and loud sound outside the house, like thunder in the black clouds, or like thousands of trolls sealed underground beating their drums and roaring.Lu Ran's tinnitus was dizzy, and he staggered to hold on to the jade coffin to keep from falling.

The thin wrist rubbed hard against the edge of the jade coffin, causing a burning pain.Lu Ran's face was dull, and he tried hard to hold back the tears in his eyes.He couldn't show pain—someone was coming.

With a bang, the door was knocked open, and a bunch of young men with swords rushed in.

The aftershocks have not subsided, but the violent shaking has not had any impact on the young people.He stood firmly at the door, meeting Lu Ran's eyes.

The ground gradually returned to calm, but the young man seemed to be nailed in place, looking at Lu Ran foolishly.

Lu Ran was also watching the young man.The facial features are exquisite and aggressively gorgeous, and the raised eyebrows and eyes are like a sharp sword reflecting the gorgeous sunlight.

For some reason, Lu Ran always felt that the young man's face was vaguely similar to his own.It's just that his eyebrows are gentle and soft, while the young man is flamboyant and sharp like a knife.

Lu Ran maintained an indifferent expression, but there was a trace of redness in the corners of his eyes.The long, silky hair was loose, and the broken hair hung down beside the thin and pale jaw.Among the ruins of the house, it is like a bunch of fragile and pure new snow.

But under this calm and composed expression, it is actually full of extremely wild thoughts.

Ah, could this be his filial son?What if he really called his father later?Is he going to agree?it's not good.It's too embarrassing for the two to be speechless, or I should take the initiative to say something, no, let's talk about the old days!

Perhaps his deadpan face was too deceiving.The young man didn't intend to ask questions at all.On the bright and flamboyant face, there was only dullness and shock.

Then, the young man turned around and ran, closing the door again with a bang.

Lu Ran was speechless.

Could he be calling for someone?It's just that my face is a little stiff. As for being so scary?

The young man should be a swordsman, and he ran away in a few steps.Lu Ran suddenly remembered the sword ornament, and with a flash of inspiration, he raised his wrist to observe carefully.

Sword ornaments are often similar in shape to the original sword.The sword ornament in Lu Ran's hand has a straight body, the blade is like frost and snow, with awe-inspiring and murderous aura, and the grid is engraved with fine cirrus clouds and wind and thunder.

Lu Ran recalled the shape of the famous utensils on the famous sword manual, and felt that the calm mask on his face without emotional ups and downs was gradually cracking.

One of the [Taixi Five Grandmasters], Gu Shuhong's natal spirit sword, [No Return Sword].

Excalibur [No Recovery], a heavenly artifact.Its patron, Shuhong, was born with a once-in-a-hundred-year sword bone, and had reached the peak of the tribulation more than ten years ago, and was honored as "Kunwu Sword Master".

He and four other great talents who are amazingly talented and famous all over the world are called "Five Masters of Taixi".During the Taixi period, these five people were like the bright sun, illuminating the boundless fairyland.

Lu Ran was numb - this time he really couldn't express himself.

I don't deserve to be here, I should be at the bottom of the coffin.Some people are alive, but they are actually dead.Some people think that they have been reborn, but in fact, they didn't die badly enough in their previous life, and they were sent back specially for another time.

No matter how he wants to explain to this killer, he can't wave his hand:

"Hey, Jianqing! Your dear Taoist companion has been taken away by me!"

However, after half a stick of incense, the atmosphere suddenly chilled.The invisible coercion unfolded, making people breathless.

Someone with the highest cultivation came here.

Lu Ran's heart was a little broken.His memory is damaged and he can't remember his identity in his previous life. He seems to be an evil spirit with ulterior motives occupying the magpie's nest and forcibly occupying the body of Jianqing Taoist couple.

No, shame on Xie Chong, the story Xie Chong made up is much more touching than his.

The door was pushed open with a creak, and a slender man stood in the backlight, and the frosty air outside diffused into the room.

Frost and snow.

Lu Ran suddenly remembered that he once had a senior sister from the extreme north.She is the princess of the Ice Field and Snow Country, with azure blue pupils and snow-white skin, she is all over the country and the city.The long pale golden hair is like flowing moonlight, which once caused a sensation in the Central Plains Xianmeng.

Most of the sects of the immortal sect are conservative, and the only sect in this world that is willing to recruit foreigners is...

"Taiyi!"

Lu Ran blurted out.

The man walked into the house, and the biting cold air subsided a bit.

"Taiyi is well."

There was a sound like ice cracking and jade shattering.

The man was dressed in a blue sword robe, covered in smoke-like veil, and the stream of light turned darkly.The face is handsome and deep, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and there is a cold aura of weapons and metal hidden in his body.The wide sleeve on the right is empty.

Lu Ran froze for a moment, his body froze uncontrollably, he felt that the world was empty, everything was silent, and only two people looked at each other in the world.

This is... his Taoist companion.Where his love is, where his heart is, where his soul is.Even if thousands of mountains are separated, even if thousands of rivers look at each other, even if the soul flies away, even if the yin and yang are separated, I only pray to be by your side.

Lu Ran bowed slightly, covering his throbbing heart.He couldn't control his body's reaction, and the corners of his eyes were sore and red.

Through the hazy tears, Lu Ran stared at the cold and handsome face of the legendary Taixi Grandmaster, Kunwu Jianqing Gu Shuhong, and said with difficulty: "You..."

"I have already written the book with Li."

Lu Ran: "?"

"Since you are awake, come and sign."

Lu Ran: "..."

He returned to his indifferent appearance, desperately blinking back the tears that were about to fall.

Gu Shuhong hid his right arm in his sleeve, and took out a jade slip from the sleeve with his left hand, motioning for Lu Ran to hold the other end.

Lu Ran stretched out his hand in a daze, and pinched the jade slip.Suddenly a flame burst out, and the jade slips turned into dots of starlight in the faint blue flame and scattered away.

Lu Ran felt as if there was a chain in his body, which was broken with the fading ashes.

Lu Ran understood that this was the marriage letter between the original owner of the body and Gu Shuhong.The jade slip is written backwards, which is Heli document.He touched it with his finger, and it was signed.

The vows made by mountains and seas, gold and jade are promises, once broken, the remaining emotions in the body are like whimpering water, all gushing out.

Lu Ran staggered back a step, trying to control the surging grief.On the other hand, Jian Qing looked indifferent, with no waves in his eyes, and said indifferently:

"The marriage contract has been destroyed. From now on, you and I will have nothing to do with each other."

"you can go now."

Lu Ran looked at the revered master in front of him indifferently, and thanked himself for the stiff face for the first time—otherwise he really didn't know how he would be gnashing his teeth.

No wonder Gu Shuhong tried his best to summon the soul of the original owner of the body.The Daoist wedding slips are engraved on the skin with the secret magic of immortality.During the period of becoming a Taoist couple, if you do something that betrays your heart and forget your feelings, you will be backlashed by the spell, and your realm will plummet.

But to undo the marriage contract, one party must die physically.Either the two of them burned the marriage contract at the same time.The spell works on the skin, no matter who the soul is in the body after waking up, as long as the mind is clear, the contract can be terminated.

The shards of light from the marriage contract gradually faded into the void.Lu Ran watched the last proof of the relationship between the two of them dissipate like a cloud of smoke, with a lot of emotion under his stiff face.

Gu Shuhong seemed to be thinking about something, his indifferent deep eyes were covered with mist, as if he was looking at another distant memory through Lu Ran.

He raised his left hand unconsciously.Lu Ran looked over and saw a blue sword hanging on his wrist.The body of the sword is peculiar, sharp and slender, with a faint blue color, and the sword frame is engraved with lingering flowers and plants and lingering lotus patterns.

At this moment, there was a soft coughing sound from outside the house.The handsome young man who appeared before stood by the door, staring straight at Lu Ran, holding the saber by his side tightly, his malicious eyes seemed to have substance.

Lu Ran confidently looked back at him with emotionless eyes.

Gu Shuhong came to his senses, clutching the sword with his left hand.The cold sky shines through the layers of mist on Jianfeng.In the backlight, the eyes of the legendary Kunwu Jianqing are dim and difficult to distinguish.

He lowered his eyes, as if looking at Lu Ran more would be torture:

"Leave Jianzong and go where you should go, no one will know your existence."

Jianqing turned around, her voice hoarse:

"I hope we will never see each other again for the rest of our lives."

He walked out the door quickly and left without looking back.The young man raised his chin arrogantly, glanced mockingly at Lu Ran in the room, and said in a low voice:

"What do you think you are? No one in the world remembers you for a long time! Go back to where you should go as soon as possible."

Although Lu Ran has a memory loss, it doesn't mean that he even forgot how to swear.

But he couldn't open his mouth - the young man in front of him spoke the most vicious words, but for some reason, he always felt a trace of sadness hidden under the arrogant expression of the young man who bared his teeth and claws.

Obviously there was an earthquake at the time, and he was the first to rush into the house to see him.

Oddly enough, Lu Ran heard himself whispering, "Don't cry."

There was no expression on his face, only a pair of eyes, like eternally bright distant stars.

The young man raised his head in disbelief, and looked at Lu Ran as if he had seen a ghost.It took a while to wake up suddenly, and escaped out of the house as if fleeing, and caught up with Jianqing.

A sword cultivator who was able to come and go freely in a strong earthquake actually slipped in the snow.After walking a few steps, the young man suddenly slipped and fell to the ground. He sat awkwardly in the snow and took a long time to stand up again.

The last ray of light in the sky went out.Lu Ran looked at the place where the backs of the two disappeared in the afterglow.

Rebirth, reconciliation, the indifferent Jianqing, the arrogant youth...

The uncontrollable face finally made the first expression of the night——

The corner of Lu Ran's mouth twitched.

Why didn't he know that the gossip of Kunwu Sword Sect was so wonderful?

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At the same moment, in the corner where the sunset glow burns out.

An invisible barrier suddenly burst.The shattered scars spread rapidly like a spider web.

Countless monsters raised their grotesque and ugly heads at the same time, with thirsty saliva dripping from their mouths, and their black eyes were staring greedily at the sky.

After the Great War between Immortals and Demons, these billions of demons who have been trapped in the Demon Realm for 20 years by the enchantment finally smelled the fragrance of human flesh and blood again at this dusk.

The author has something to say:

Rewrote the beginning.Looking back, what I wrote before was really messy (cover my face)

It's actually quite messy now, I feel that there are still too many things that I want to put in Chapter 1, and it is very crowded.Wait until you write hundreds of thousands of words and then revise it later, it may be better.

In addition, introduce this article:

If it can be finished and written well, it should be a portrait of immortal heroes, with the main plot, and it will be relatively long.The devil is evil, similar to the kind in "The Lord of the Rings".The main line is the confrontation between the world of cultivating immortals and monsters, and several demon masters fight one by one.Not an upgrade stream, maybe a revenge stream (?)

The first time I write an article, the only goal is to hope that I can persist in writing√

(I have already discovered that I am digging a big hole for myself, and it becomes more difficult to write as I get to the end, crying. The foreshadowing part is too long, but I have to write it.

The pen name of this sand sculpture is actually because of this. I really hope that there is an AI writing assistant who can help me directly with the foreshadowing part, so that I can directly write the climax when I open Word)