: Prologue

　　Southern Xinjiang is a small country in the south, and there are mountains in the west of the border, which is called Xianji Mountain. The red clouds linger in the mountains all the year round, the fairy qi is faint, and the top of the mountain is chaotic and rocky, as if flying from the sky, and the red clouds are more special.
　　 It is said that there are immortals in the mountains. Of course, no one has ever found half a fairy hair. The Hongxia in the mountain has become a strange talk after dinner, except for occasional obsessive visits by immortal seekers, it is no different from ordinary hills.
　　 Midnight.
　　 The boy slowly climbed to the top of the mountain, standing on a pile of rocks and staring out.
　　He is not a fairy seeker, but a villager at the foot of the mountain.
　　 The strange thing is that since he became an adult at the age of sixteen this year, he has often had a strange impulse, as if there was something waiting for him in the mountains. Whenever he couldn't control it, he came to the top of the mountain in a daze, but he never found anything.
　　 The rock on the top of the mountain is very rough, with some very old textures on it, but it is messy and unsystematic. The young man stretched out his hand and stroked it, feeling inexplicably kind, unconscious. From a young age, I don’t feel that way...
"I don't know if it has something to do with my parents... Ask Xu Bo and they all said I was dreaming." The boy looked up and looked at the stars and the moon in the sky. The moon was in the sky, looking through the red clouds and mist, the moonlight There are surprisingly some red marks.
　　 At this moment, a voice suddenly rang from the pile of rocks: "It's really bad luck. I came to this broken mountain all the way, and the little Tao Hong from the Yihongyuan didn't know which took the lead."
　　 Someone responded: "Shut up, the teacher said..."
　　 Following the voice, the two people walked out of the pile of rocks and saw the boy. At the same time, they were startled, and half of the man's words were swallowed. Then it turned into a grin, and two long swords stab the boy at the same time.
　　 The rural youths are simple-minded and have little knowledge. They have often seen some fairy seekers and are very kind to their local residents. He never thought that these people would kill if they met, until they were stabbed by two long swords. He didn't know why.
　　 The two smiled and left. The young man was lying in the middle of the rock, with blood gurgling on his chest. He stared in the direction where the two were leaving, and wanted to ask why?
　　 The two underestimated the youth's vitality, thinking that he was bound to die. In fact, the boy himself had practiced martial arts since he was a child. If it were not too unguarded, it would not be so easy for them to kill him. The boy was not dead for a while, and slowly discovered that the rock that had been accustomed to him since childhood had gradually changed after being sprinkled with his own blood.
　　 The stone slowly gleamed with a blue luster under the moonlight, mixed with the bright red blood, strange and strange. Then the light seemed to be contagious, and blue light began to flash on the surrounding rocks. In a moment, the group of rocks on the top of the mountain had almost all turned blue, and the teenager lying on the ground dying suddenly disappeared.
　　 There was a distortion in front of his eyes, and then there was a vast blood red, like a world stained with blood, invisible to the end, invisible to the boundary, at a glance, only the bones on the ground, stinking rotten.
　　 In addition to the white bones, there are some stone monument fragments, various weapon blade fragments, hilt and sword blades scattered all over the ground. There seem to be countless human faces in the surrounding red mist, twisting, roaring, and wailing.
　　 "Is this... hell?" The teenager's consciousness was about to fade, "I hate..."
　　 The young man himself did not realize that there seemed to be a special kind of spiritual energy in this special area, which was gradually repairing his body, and the body that should have died of blood loss was slowly healing. It's a pity that his soul is too weak, and his consciousness has been lost, and he can't live.
　　 Amidst the roar and wailing deep in the soul, a vague voice suddenly sounded: "This blood...no wonder you can come here..."
　　 "Bloodline?"
　　 "You are dying?" The voice seemed very happy, "Such a weak soul, just right!"
　　 The boy hadn't had time to react, and a chill came from nowhere, passing through the soul and reaching the depths of the sea of ​​knowledge. The young man could only feel that there seemed to be a terrifying grimace in the depths of his soul, lunging towards him with a grinning grin, and the boundless darkness surrounded him and swallowed him.
　　 "Seize the house..." This was the young man's last consciousness.
　　 I was unlucky enough to get home. I was killed first, and then taken away...Forget it, I was about to die anyway, the young man's soul let out a final roar: "Take my body, then ask the national teacher, why!"
　　 At this moment, a soul of unknown origin suddenly broke into this twisted time and space.
　　 As if feeling the traction of the husk that had just lost his soul, the soul got into the juvenile husk blankly.
　　 The grimace in the lofty house seemed to be a bit unexpected, and immediately felt that the new soul was not strong, and he simply did not stop doing it, and even the new soul was swallowed in, trying to digest it.
　　 "Boom!" With a sound, a huge amount of information that was unexpected and completely out of place poured in, making faces at a loss. With a muffled hum, the new soul was completely rejected by it.
　　 It seemed that the frustration this time was quite fatal. The grimace suddenly became weaker, and even the shape was not solidified. It was knocked back like a tide and left the body.
　　 Only new souls are left in the juvenile drive shell.
　　 The boy opened his eyes, completely blank.
　　 "So there is when you die, is like this?"
　　 Quietly.
　　 After a while, there was a faint voice floating: "What is your soulful computer and mobile video novel AV?"
　　 said the boy: "Huh? Haven't you known this after all these years in hell?"
　　 "..." After another long time, he said helplessly, "Who are you?"
　　 "My name is Qin Yi."
　　 The voice seemed to be a little mocking: "Coincidentally, I learned from the soul you just swallowed that the one you possessed seems to be called Qin Yi."
　　 Hearing this, the boy immediately became alert: "No, this is not hell...Who are you?"
　　 "You can call me tassels." The voice slowly said: "This is not hell, but also hell, do you...want to go out?"
　　 "How to get out?"
　　 "Pick me up and go out by yourself."
"pick it up?"
　　 "You have a mace sticking diagonally into the ground, and that's me."
　　 Qin Yi: "..."
　　 The moment Qin Yi pulled out his mace, the space was distorted, and the whole area suddenly disappeared. When he opened his eyes, he was on the top of the mountain again.
　　 At the same time, a small village at the foot of the mountain.
　　 There are old farmers sitting on the kang.
　　 The woodman opened the door and looked at the moon.
　　 The yellow dog at the entrance of the village turned his head and looked at the mountain top.
　　 "Does the door open?"
　　 "It didn't open ~EbookFREE.me~ That's because I guarded the door, and you guarded the tomb."
　　 "Actually I don't want to guard the tomb."
　　 "Then why don't you leave?"
　　 "It's gone, this is not a tomb anymore."
　　 "I never thought you were so reasonable."
　　…………
　　 South from the palace.
　　 "Father Ankang."
　　"Qinglinqingjun, you came just right. The widow took the golden pill of the national teacher last night and feels quite a bit younger. Do you think I have less white hair?"
The young prince was silent for a long while and whispered: "Father, there is nothing in the world..." Seeing that his father's face sank, the prince didn't say anything, and changed the subject directly: "Last night the general report, Chen Bingshicheng of the Western Desert , There seems to be a change."
　　 The king waved his hand impatiently: "You go to deal with it."
　　 "Yes." The prince stepped back silently.
　　Leaving the palace, turning his head and looking back for a while, the prince looked away and looked at the magnificent Taoist temple in the west of the city, where pilgrims were like weaving, piously bowed, and amidst the reverberating celestial music, the Taoist temple surrounded by fireworks resembled a fairy palace.
　　 The prince's eyes gradually became cold.
　　 "Brother hates Donghuazi too?" A clear voice rang in his ears.
　　 "Also?" The prince looked at his sister, "Don't you admire the fairy very much?"
　　 "I admire the immortal, but isn't the immortal exposed to the sky through the meal, wind and drink? How could it be possible to come to this world to be the national teacher of Laoshizi?"
　　 The prince laughed blankly: "Yes."
　　 "Eh, in fact, there are legends in many places that there are immortals. Let's find a real immortal, and if I find it, I will follow him to practice..."
　　 The prince looked at the Taoist temple, and he smiled and responded: "Okay, when I have time, I will go with you to find it."