Shrouding the sky: Slashing the world of mortals with a sword, becoming the strongest empress

Chapter 1
"Where did you come from, little beggar, get out of here quickly."

A middle-aged man with a big arm and a round waist is waving a rolling stick with a thick bowl mouth to drive away a short and thin little girl.

The little girl who was driven away tightly hugged the bun in her hand, with tears in her eyes, her voice was childish and hoarse, and she said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, uncle, when I have money, I will return it to you."

"You bastard, this steamed stuffed bun is considered a gift from me to you bastard, but if there is another time, don't blame me for being cruel and sell you to a brothel!"

Seeing the big white bun that was blackened by his dirty hands, the strong man snorted coldly, thrust the rolling pin into his waist, and put his hands on his hips, disgusted.

The little girl suppressed her tears and self-esteem, took two steps in three steps, and fled from the crowd who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal.

In order to prevent the bun in her hand from losing its temperature, she carefully protected the bun in her arms and ran panting.

Because she was too hungry, she almost fell several times.

Even if she was hit on the cheek by a low bush branch, the little girl endured the pain and didn't stop.

Finally, the little girl ran to a ruined temple.

The unknown god lost its golden paint, revealing the inside of the withered clay sculpture, and there is no sacredness at all.

On the other side, an old man was lying on the pile of firewood, his eyes narrowed slightly, he looked more like a dead man than a dilapidated stone statue.

He tore the steamed buns in his arms that had lost most of their temperature into small pieces, and fed them to the dying old man bit by bit.

The old man was extremely thin and dying, his hair was like withered grass, and his lips were white.

"Little girl, thank you for your hard work."

After drinking the water from the little girl's broken bowl, the old man regained some strength, smiling, looking at the girl whose face was still wet from tears.

"Grandpa, I'm not working hard, get well soon."

The little girl shook her head, her hair covered in sweat.

Because the hair is often beaten by others, it is a little uneven. At this time, it is wet and sticks to the scalp, and several scars can even be seen.

The old man sat up with the support of the little girl, and carefully looked at the little savior in front of him.

Sallow and thin, with big eyes, but always lacking energy.

If it is not tired by the skin color, the facial features can be called delicate and soft.

Around his neck was a rope of withered and yellow weeds, on which hung a bronze ring.

This ring is rough in workmanship, and it looks like it was randomly made by a child when playing house.

Probably because she was afraid that the grass rope would not be wrapped firmly, the girl made a few extra turns.

Copper rust remnants and dead grass old ropes have no aesthetic feeling.

The coarse sackcloth was covered with patches, but it was obvious that the clothes were too small, and could only reach the little girl's knees.

On the feet is a pair of straw sandals, unknown who made them, but they are surprisingly big.

Probably because the back of the instep was tense all the time for the convenience of running, and during the running process, it rubbed against the straw sandals, resulting in scarlet scars.

"Ugh--"

The old man sighed softly.

"Grandpa, don't sigh, my brother said that you will be fine if you are lucky!"

Seeing that the old man's health has improved but he is still listless, the little girl quickly encouraged him.

Hearing the little girl's comfort, the old man felt a little sad.

He didn't want to ask questions that he already knew the answer to, but he raised his hand lightly, pulled the little girl in front of him, and asked softly: "Little girl, to tell you the truth, I'm a practitioner. You—— Do you know what it means to practice?"

The little girl's expression was slightly stagnant, and after thinking for a moment, she said: "I saw the old man falling from the sky, so I knew you must be not a mortal!"

The old man who was praised pursed his lips, as if he was smiling.

"Then girl, do you want to cultivate?"

This time the little girl nodded without hesitation.

"Hahaha, I'm so lucky! I never thought that I, Lin Xiao, could leave a legacy before I die!"

The old man laughed loudly, another sunflower flower appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Little girl, stretch out your hand, and I'll touch your bones."

The recovered old man's tone was soft, but he stopped laughing immediately after touching the little girl's slender arms with his skinny hands.

The old man looked desperate, his cloudy eyes were fixed on the little girl's arm, and he shed two lines of tears, choked up and said: "The sky is not fair, to treat my savior like this, she is so young—"

"Grandpa, aren't my aptitudes bad?" The little girl was smart enough to guess the changes before and after the old man.

The old man felt more pain in his heart.

He has always been obsessed with cultivation, and he has never thought about the love between his children, and he never thought that now he would feel soft-hearted because of the little girl in front of him.

"Little girl, appearance and aptitude are not the most important thing. As long as you work hard, you will be able to eat and drink well, wear nice clothes, and live on a soft bed."

The old man no longer touched the little girl's bones, but gently brushed the little girl's messy hair with his fingers and combed it for her.

On his fingertips, strands of green light and shadow flowed, unexpectedly slowly healing the little girl's injured scalp.

warm.

The little girl's eyes immediately turned red.

It was a long time ago that she was loved so much last time.

"It's just that the future may be very difficult, are you afraid, little girl?"

"I'm not afraid!"

Loud.

A six or seven-year-old girl is like a young bamboo that has just been unearthed, strong and straight, full of vigor and vitality.

"Hahahahaha, good! good! good!"

The old man laughed loudly again, and then, like a flash of light, he stood up without the little girl's support.

"Please remember, I am Lin Xiao, a cultivator affiliated to the Yuhua God Dynasty, above the Shu Road, and in the blessed land of Qingya. It's just that I have mediocre aptitude, a poor head, and a good scripture. I have worked hard for most of my life, but I still haven't been able to break through the sea of ​​suffering. , the Fountain of Life is hard to see."

Seeing the little girl's suspicious eyes, the old man hugged her in his arms, and said kindly: "The human body has many secret realms for cultivation, and at the beginning of cultivators, they opened up endless seas of suffering, and then extracted the fountain of life in the sea of ​​suffering to protect them." The wheel of life, after that, the god-shaped bridge, leads to the other shore through the god bridge across the sea of ​​suffering."

The old man put the little girl on the ground, pressed his dry left hand under the navel, and actually pulled out half a fist-sized puddle from her body.

False reality, beyond the imagination of mortals.

In the eyes of the little girl, although it is not big, it is still a dark and dead sea.

"This is the sea of ​​bitterness, a symbol of the endless difficulties and dangers in life."

The old man zoomed in on the map of the bitter sea so that the little girl could see it clearly, while explaining its connotation.

In the sea of ​​bitterness, there is a clear spring flowing, but before it can escape, it is swallowed up by the dead black sea of ​​bitterness.

"This is the spring of life, which emerged from the hard work of the sea of ​​suffering and personal endeavor. It's just that I'm still far behind, and I can't let the spring of life flow..."

Under the clear spring is a stone millstone full of cracks.

"This is the wheel of life. The little life spring liquid I have refined can't repair the scars of time at all."

Although the little girl still didn't quite understand, she felt the loss in the old man's tone, so she sat obediently and accompanied him silently.

"The Sea of ​​Bitterness, the Spring of Life, the Bridge of God, and the Other Shore are collectively referred to as the Lunhai Secret Realm. It's just that I'm too weak, so I can only show you the general appearance of the Sea of ​​Bitterness and the Spring of Life. You can only rely on you to explore the other secret realms of cultivation outside of this. Are you afraid?" The old man squinted his eyes and asked with a smile.

"Not afraid!"

The little girl's voice was still clear and clear, like a breeze blowing through the remnants of a dry courtyard, making a rattling sound.

"it is good!"

The old man’s name was Lin Xiao, and he must have been a bold person when he was young. Feeling the little girl’s firm will, he was very happy, and said loudly: “It is rumored that Yuhua Shenchao has other scriptures with astonishing origins besides the Yuhua Emperor Sutra. Although our Qingya Blessed Land is like a drop in the ocean compared to Yuhua Shenchao, our initial skills are not weak, that is "Tao Sutra"! Known as the strongest scripture of Lun Haijuan, even "Yuhua Emperor Sutra" is not weak. Can't compare to it!"

The little girl whose blood was boiling with excitement, tightly grasped the brass ring around her neck with both hands, her eyes full of longing.

The old man knelt down, picked up the little girl, and whispered the Fa in her ear.

The little girl has an excellent memory. The old man only said it three times, and she memorized the scriptures with only 200 words.

"Although it's just a fragment, it's enough for you to practice!"

The old man felt gratified for the little girl's intelligence, and with his fingers glowing, he wiped off the stains on the little girl's face, and said, "Little girl, what's your name?"

"I don't have a name, but my brother calls me Nannan." The little girl rubbed her head, a little embarrassed.

"The old man had the cheek to give you my name. From now on, you will be called Nan Xiao!"

The little girl who half understood was about to nod, but was immediately stopped by the old man.

"This name doesn't sound very nice. Girls, you should be more careful when choosing a name. How about Nanxiao? Nan in the sunny south, chic and free! No matter what difficulties and obstacles you encounter in the future, as long as the sun is still high in the sky Take photos, always be free and unrestrained, and it’s worthwhile to walk around in your life!"

Seeing the little girl stunned, the old man was even more affectionate.

In the end, the old man scratched the little girl's nose and asked cautiously: "Why don't you use this name first, and change it to another name when you meet your brother in the future?"

The little girl nodded heavily at first, then shook her head with a smile, expressing no need.

Nan Xiao.

She likes the name very much.

I believe that the brother who loves her the most will also like this name.

Outside the ruined temple, the red sun is hanging high, and the mountains and forests are full of grass.

The old man looked at the little girl Nan Xiao who was named by him lovingly.

Eyebrows are clear, not letting the early morning sun shine.

The posture is strong, and it is more verdant than the tender bamboo in mid-spring.

Looking at it is beautiful but profound.

Can anyone really live forever?
Do immortals exist?

Although the old man in the realm of Mingquan is not strong enough to ask the sky if there are immortals, but although he can't come, he yearns for it.

In a trance, Lin Xiao, an old man whose life is approaching, unexpectedly figured out another explanation for eternal life.

Throughout the ages, why do so many people hope that their children will become dragons and their daughters will become phoenixes?
Mortals die, but someone is always young.

The expectations of the elders of previous generations do not conflict with the choices of young people of the next generation.

The elders guide the younger generation, although it may not be applicable, but it is also a talk of experience.

Young people realize their dreams for themselves and broaden their horizons for the elders, killing two birds with one stone.

In the torrent of years when Taotao passed away, the brilliance of humanity passed down from generation to generation allowed them to continue the youth of several generations, thus achieving immortality in a certain sense.

perhaps--

The world of mortals asks about immortals, and what they ask about is the inheritance here.

It's just that these principles are too high, and Lin Xiao, who is already on the verge of death before stepping out of the secret realm of Lunhai, does not have enough experience and cultivation to further internalize it.

He has been content with a lifetime of penance and flying in the sky for a short time.

Lin Xiao, who is about to grow old, is looking forward to the future of this thin and frail little girl in front of him.

The fire has been planted, waiting for the east wind to blow.

Perhaps, in the near future, this little girl who was born in poverty and has extremely poor qualifications will become a peak that future generations will never be able to avoid.

(End of this chapter)