Dongzhou, north, Wentianju.

The spiritual mountains stand proudly, competing for the might of heaven,

The jade pavilion of the Qiong Tower, the spiritual platform of the fairy pavilion, and the rainbow bridges are everywhere, and hundreds of birds are singing together, making a beautiful place for immortals.

"Dear juniors and sisters, this is my Wentianju.

I asked Tianju there are twenty-four spiritual peaks, and there are thousands of disciples under each peak.

Cultivate power, practice method, practice spirit, practice soul, choose Qido.”

A disciple of Wentianju led these newly-entered junior brothers and sisters to climb the rainbow bridge,

His eyes were filled with infinite curiosity, looking around.

A young man said excitedly: "I dare to ask my senior brother, He Feng is the strongest among these twenty-four peaks?"

Everyone raised their ears,

They naturally have to choose the strongest one to join!

"It's hard to say." said the senior brother: "The twenty-four systems have their own shortcomings and strengths. Each peak has its own victory or defeat in the annual competition. It is impossible to define who is the strongest."

All the boys and girls are happy, and all the flowers are blooming!

"Then I dare to ask my senior brother." A girl asked weakly while pinching the corner of her clothes: "Since we can't tell who is stronger, can we be clear about who is the weakest?"

In fact, some people don’t want to be so stressed, they just want to be a casual fish quietly, ring the bell and pick up water, which is also quite good.

"Well... Actually, in my Wentianju, in addition to the twenty-four peaks, there is another peak..." The senior brother hesitated for a moment, turned around and waved his sleeves, and cast a spell to reveal the majestic and arrogant Qing Peak hidden at the top of the sky.

This peak is lonely and majestic, with a unique taste of shaking the peaks and being the only one I am.

Everyone looked up and was amazed.

"It's so shocking, like the legendary fairy mountain, ethereal in the world."

"What a terrible momentum. Just a glance made me breathless."

"Is it the residence of the head of the sect, or the immortal palace of which ancestor?"

"None are not." The senior brother shook his head and smiled, "Don't you want to know who is the weakest? This peak is at the center of my Wentian and ranks at the bottom."

What!

Everyone was stunned.

How is this possible?

Soon, the senior brother said: "The rankings of each peak depend on the comprehensive strength of the disciples. However, those who have this peak do not have disciples, so they are naturally the weakest."

Everyone suddenly realized it.

So that's how it is.

"Actually, you can change your question..." Speaking of this, the senior brother showed deep helplessness. "It is both the weakest and the strongest, because... the strongest among the peaks live on this mountain..."

“Wow!”

Everyone's eyes shined, so that's how it was.

"Our mountain master is simply comparable to a legend." Looking up at the lonely peak, the senior brother's eyes gradually became complicated.

"He is only double ten years old, but his cultivation is unfathomable. He once overturned twenty-four peak masters with his own strength, forcing the leader to leave the gate and personally suppress him.

However, even so, it was still impossible to hurt the slightest. In the end, it was the master and the old man who came forward in person, and the matter was finally stopped."

The senior brother's voice fell, and the sound was silent.

This is... too strong, right?

Twenty-four one person?

Even if the leader takes action himself, he will not be able to defeat him?

The main thing is,

He is less than twenty years old.

Is this still a human?

There were dazzling stars in the eyes of all the boys and girls. They had already thought about it and worship him no matter what they said!

However, the senior brother seemed to see what everyone was thinking and smiled bitterly: "Don't think about it. Our mountain master is introverted and does not care about the world. If the master had not been kind to him, even if he was allowed to stay here, it would be a delusion, let alone accepting disciples."

"this…"

Everyone feels deeply regretful about this.

"I dare to ask my senior brother..." A girl asked weakly: "What kind of kindness is it that makes him willing to stay here?"

"Of course it's a life-saving grace." The senior brother thought for a while and said slowly: "When the master met the mountain master, he witnessed him being arrogant and empty, falling down like a meteorite, sank into the endless abyss, and his entire aura was gone, and he was like a dead corpse. It is said that he was seriously injured.

The master was sympathetic and rescued him, taking good care of him for three years. During this period, he consumed countless treasures of heaven and earth, used the magic palace magic and witchcraft, and finally pulled him back from the gate of hell.

Speaking of this, the senior brother sighed. "I don't know how terrible enemy I have to encounter when I encounter such a wounded and suffer such a disaster,

After waking up, I lost all my memories, and even forgot my name. It really makes people... "

Everyone's eyes were dim and sad.

A young man comforted him: "If you survive a great disaster, you will have good fortune in the future. Perhaps, the good things of the mountain master are coming."

"Yes, as long as people don't die, there will be hope."

"Oh, I hope." The senior brother waved his hand and adjusted his emotions. "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Dear junior brothers and sisters, please follow me to the palace, accept the assessment, and classify."

Everyone moved their eyes from the lonely mountain, and left reluctantly.

The mountain master must have been a very amazing person, right?

Hopefully he can find his memory.

…

And above that lonely mountain, the scenery is beautiful, like a dream and a painting.

The Jiuqu corridor connects the sky to a quiet courtyard, with peach blossoms flying and wind chimes swaying.

The gentle sunshine shines lightly, shining under the peach tree, a man in white with a beautiful appearance and elegant appearance.

Seeing him squinted his sleeves and holding a hoe in his hand, he was turning over the ground.

Or it may form a muscle memory that makes him feel tired and even feel uncomfortable if he doesn't turn over for a day.

His name was Mo Wen, and it was given to him by the ancestor Wen Tianju.

Its meaning,

Don’t ask about the past, don’t ask about the sadness, don’t ask about loneliness, don’t ask about where to go.

The mist and rain once dispersed with the wind.

However, things went against his wishes. His head was getting more and more painful recently, and some fragmented memories were inexplicably added. Even if he pieced them together, he could not get the answer.

"You said, what kind of person would I be? Why did it fall from the sky?"

Suddenly, he put down his hoe, as if he was talking to himself.

"It's hard to say, maybe it's the demon that chaotic world, or maybe it's the god who saves the people."

The sound of vicissitudes of life sounded from all directions of the world.

In just a blink of an eye, an old man with a full heavenly court with a fairy-like and a whisk in his hand appeared out of thin air!

"Don't ask why. The past is like smoke and dissipates with the wind. If you can't remember, don't think about it. Let him go. Now, don't ask."

Mo Wen lamented, shook his head and said, "But I... can't stop it."

"This means that your life is not fulfilling enough. You can dig it with a hoe every day. When your mind is free, you will naturally have random thoughts. You should find something for yourself and divert your attention."

"But I am really not interested in accepting disciples." Mo Wen said bitterly: "Besides... my mind is blank. I don't know anything about cultivation. I rely on my muscle memory to do it. No one can be their master, and I can't teach them anything."

"Hey, when did the old man say that you were asked to accept a disciple?" The old man stroked his beard and smiled, waved his sleeves, and threw out a letter.

"Go down the mountain and take a walk. In three days, a friendship meeting will be held in Tianyong City. Isn't it great to find a Taoist couple to help you turn over and farm together every day!"

Mo Wen's eyes hopped and he put down his hoe. "Is this a task or..."

"Don't ask, don't ask." The old man waved his hand and interrupted him, chuckling. "If you have to ask, this is the task. As the person I ask Tianju, you must perform it, and there is no choice!"

“…”

"Okay, throw your broken hoe away quickly. Today, even if you say the truth, the old man will still rush you down the mountain, and there is no need to discuss it."

Don't ask for a fight, so I had to agree.

"Go, that's fine,

But let me first say that the forced melon is not sweet. If I don’t like it, you can’t blame me.”

The old man suddenly smiled. "Don't worry, I won't blame you. As long as you are willing to go down the mountain and move around, it doesn't matter if the relationship fails."

"really?"

"really!"

For this, Mo Wen smiled faintly.

Obviously, he already has a plan.
Chapter completed!