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date="2021-11-28"

title="Chapter 1 Dugu Zhuo"

weight="153423"

series = ["Cultivating in Online Games"]

mode = "manual"

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There is a simple tea shed on the outskirts of the small town near the Canglan Mountains. There are a few people sitting in the shed. They have no luggage, and there is no long-term journey on their faces, but they don’t look like locals and look rather weird. .

The owner of the tea shed is not surprised, he sees a lot of such people.

Canglan Mountain is the end of the human world. There used to be a towering peak here. According to legend, there was an expert who could climb the peak to the heavenly palace on the cloud, reborn and become a god of the upper realm, so this mountain is called " Tianzhu".

Because the land on the Tianzhu is a forbidden place in the human world, mortal creatures cannot survive near the Tianzhu, and the entire Canglan Mountain Range does not grow, except for the strange stone made from the bones of ancient wild animals. The lifeless snow-capped mountains.

No one knew what was behind the Canglan Mountain Range, and no one knew what was beyond the end of the human world.

Until ten years ago, two sword auras, one clear and one turbid, broke through the sky, the Tianzhu broke, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked. After the fire and rain, the original Tianzhu disappeared, and thousands of years of ice and snow melted and turned into mist that stretched for thousands of miles.

A year later, a touch of verdant green appeared at the foot of Canglan Mountain, and the first grass sprouts on this lifeless land.

Three years later, people gradually came here to open up wasteland. People found that the soil here is particularly suitable for crop growth, and it slowly became a small town.

Later, a tea shed appeared at the end of the town, providing expensive tea for those who came to visit the Canglan Mountains.

The tea shed is built at the end of the road, and further forward is an unknown place.

Most travelers will stay in the small town, go to the tea shed to drink a bowl of thick tea, look at the Tianzhu ruins, and say some weird words.

In the words of these people, a man named "Dugu Zhuo" was mentioned countless times.

"It's all to blame for Duguzhuo, if it weren't for him, Jiuzhongtian wouldn't..." When the boss served the tea bowl for the guest, he heard a conversation he was already familiar with.

The boss left the table and drew his ears impatiently.

He had listened to the story of Duguzhuo for several years, and everyone had heard it. Very few people had actually seen Duguzhuo, and everyone was only talking about those things.

Dugu Zhuo, a disciple of Qingtian Sword Sect, who was originally a pillar of the master's favor, did something heinous.

He coveted the Xuansu double swords guarded by the Heavenly Sword Sect for generations, and in order to win the divine sword, he was heartbroken and murdered the previous Xuanjian sword master. This man was the father of Dugu Zhuo!

The Dugu Zhuo slaughter master who committed the crime of killing his father severely injured another divine sword, Su Jian's sword master, Ye Zhou and took it away.

After that, the whereabouts of Ye Zhou was unknown, and when Du Guzhuo appeared in front of the man again, he had already refined two divine swords, presumably Ye Zhou had already lost his bones.

Holding two swords of creation, Dugu Zhuo stepped onto the pillar and tried to become a god as a sinner. The god was furious and knocked him down. Dugu Zhuo, who became angry and furious, sacrificed his double swords and cut off the pillars. The Nineth Heaven lost the pillars and fell into the world, and the God Realm no longer existed.

There is no more possibility for a cultivator in the world to become a god, and the world of cultivation is in chaos, and countless cultivators scold the desperate demon of Duguzhuo.

But I only dared to curse privately, if I really met Duguzhuo, who would dare to speak up to him?

The tea shed was very small, and the two guests in Taoist robes did not deliberately avoid taboos, and the scolding kept coming into the boss's ears, which made him frown.

He is just an ordinary person and doesn't understand the love and hatred of the immortals. In the view of the owner of the tea shed, if it were not for the collapse of the Tianzhu, the court sent a group of slaves to open up wasteland. Reclaiming farmland would be free from slavery, and he would not have become a rich peasant with dozens of acres of land.

What the guests say, the tea shed owner can't refute, he can only pretend not to hear, and stare down at the ground under his feet.

Every spring, a few weeds drilled in the cracks of the ground, the fresh green looks very gratifying.

Most of the guests from the tea shed came to see the Tianzhu ruins, took a look, drank tea, sighed, scolded Dugu Zhuo, and left the money and left, but the tea shed was empty at noon.

The east wind blows, and even in spring, the cold wind is still a bit bitter. Seeing that the guests are all gone, the owner of the tea shed cleans up the stall and prepares to go home.

At this time, a man in black wearing a hat and a package walked into the tea shed and sat at the corner table.

"A bowl of hot tea." The man put the package on the table and made a slight "clang" sound. The package was obviously a weapon.

The boss did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly brought a big bowl of steaming tea.

When putting down the tea bowl, the boss inadvertently saw the man's face and couldn't help but stay for a while.

Hey, this person is too good-looking, better-looking than the small town's tofu Xishi, better-looking than the white flowers in the spring mountains, and better-looking than the snowy scenery outside the winter window.

It is also colder than ice and snow.

The boss didn't dare to look at him directly, and returned to the pantry, peeking at the man in black through the gap in the shed.

He stretched out his hand to lift the tea bowl, his fingers were distinct, thin and slender like a strong bamboo, and the fingers on the back of his hand were covered with scars cut by the sword, like jade shattered and glued, giving people a shocking pain. .

The black-clothed man drank the hot tea slowly, pleasing to the eye with every move, and he was very well-educated.

He put down the empty tea bowl, did not call the boss to refill the tea, but took out a piece of warm jade from his arms and looked at it quietly.

The jade of excellent color was placed on the palm full of knife marks, which looked very unmatched.

The man in black frowned slightly, as if he was in a bad mood. He put his other hand on the package, and the sound of metal collision came, and the tea shed owner couldn't help shrinking his neck.

At this time, a slightly chilly spring breeze was blowing, and an early spring apricot flower was blown on the warm jade in the palm of the man in black. The pale pink petals made the warm jade more verdant, a color full of vitality.

The black-clothed man looked at his palm and smiled softly. The contours of his face under the hat became soft, and his murderous air dissipated a lot with his smile.

The owner of the tea shed suddenly let go of his heart, and boldly poked his head out of the tea room and asked: "Guest, do you want to continue tea?"

"No need." The black-clothed man put down a piece of broken silver, picked up the package and got up and left the tea shed.

The boss saw that his direction was the Canglan Mountain Range where no one dared to step into it, and he couldn't help chasing it out. He shouted from behind, "Guest, there is a forbidden place in front of you. It is said that the Demon King Duguzhuo is hiding in the sky. You can’t go to the Lanshan Mountains to practice cultivation!"

The black-clothed man had no intention of paying attention to the tea shed owner, but stopped when he heard this, turned slightly, and lifted the hat, revealing most of his face.

His body seemed to be fused with the misty Canglan Mountains, and his sight fell on the boss with a look through the turmoil of the world, and his voice was not happy or angry: "I'm here Duguzhuo."

Having said that, he pressed down the hat, turned around and continued walking towards Canglan Mountain, before disappearing into the clouds in a short while.

Long after he left, the owner of the tea shed sat on the ground and said to himself, "He is Duguzhuo?"

That demon who deceived his master to destroy his ancestors, killed his father and slaughtered the gods, Dugu Zhuo?

"How come?" the tea shed owner murmured.

He got up to clean up the table and chairs, and saw a pale pink apricot blossom beside the tea bowl that Duguzhuo had used. The petals were intact.

"Impossible." The boss said again.

The black-clothed man Duguzhuo, who puzzled his boss, had already set foot on the Canglan Mountain. It seemed that he felt that the former site of Tianzhu was under his feet.

"Quiet." Dugu Zhuo shouted in a low voice.

The contents of the package bounced restlessly twice, and Dugu Zhuo unwrapped the package. Inside were two broken swords.

The two swords that used to create the world have now become four pieces of rusty scrap iron. The Dugu Zhuo who once cut off the Tianzhu and fought against the Nine Heavens Gods also shattered his dantian, and time is running out.

Dugu Zhuo picked up the Su Jian, hung the piece of warm jade on the hilt of Broken Sword, and waited quietly for a moment. Nuanyu and Broken Sword made no response.

Not here either.

Going up to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, there is nowhere to be seen.

For ten years, Dugu Zhuo has traveled around every corner of the human world, and could not find the whereabouts of the remnant soul of Ye Zhou.

There is no possibility of seeing each other again in this life. Du Guzhuo only wants an afterlife, but Ye Zhou has no afterlife.

He put away the broken sword, held Nuanyu firmly, and walked firmly to the depths of the mist.

No one knows what is on the other side of the Canglan Mountain Range. The Tianzhu stands here, and no one can get out of this mountain range.

Even if the Tianzhu disappears, the fog will cause people to lose their way, or die in the blue clouds and mist, or return to the foot of the mountain.

Dugu Zhuo's current skill is almost the same as that of a newcomer, and there is only one dead end to continue forward.

But he didn't intend to look back. Behind him was the past that was teased by fate, his unbearable life, and a world without Ye Zhou.

Duguzhuo stepped forward firmly, feeling strong resistance every step he took, and it seemed difficult to move forward.

But even if he only took an inch, Dugu Zhuo would have to move forward an inch.

He walked forward with difficulty step by step, clouds and mist covering his eyes, the cold air on the top of the mountain froze his body, and Duguzhuo was frosty. If it were not for the warm jade in his palm, Duguzhuo had already turned into an ice sculpture.

Gradually blurring his consciousness, Du Guzhuo could not help but recall half of his life in his mind, like a lantern before death.

In a daze, he seemed to see the young Ye Zhou, jumping in the mountains and forests, fighting against a few monsters.

Duguzhuo chuckled. Ye Zhou was his elder. When he met Ye Zhou, Ye Zhou was already the elder of the Qingtian Sword Sect. He stood in front of him wearing a plain white robe, and looked at him indifferently, coldly. Said: "Follow me."

When he first met, Ye Zhou was tall and cold in his heart, how could he be a teenager?

However, it was not bad to have such an illusion before he died, at least to be able to see Ye Zhou's carefree appearance.

Thinking of Duguzhuo, the fog gradually dissipated in front of him, and the figure of the young Ye Zhou became clearer and clearer.

Young Ye Zhou dressed in white, and was not afraid of being besieged by a few monsters, holding an ordinary iron sword, and struggling to kill the monsters.

With two fists hard to beat with four hands, the monster beast kept leaving scars on the young Ye Zhou's body, Ye Zhou's face was pale and weaker and weaker.

Even in a fantasy world, Duguzhuo couldn’t have watched Ye Zhou get injured. He picked up the black broken sword from the package. This was the profound sword that Duguzhuo could get after his father’s death. He wanted it all his life. After getting it, he abandoned it like a mysterious sword.

When Dugu Zhuo took the sword, the young Ye Zhou dexterously distanced himself from the monster, took out a bottle of medicine and drank it, and said to himself: "It is still difficult to deal with these elite monsters with the current blood volume. There are many kinds of red medicine."

The young Ye Zhou was taking medicine to fight his blood, and saw a black-clothed man rushing into the monster group, carrying a tattered iron sword, and snatching away the elite monster who had managed to chop him into residual blood.

Ye Zhou: "..."

The Dugu Zhuo meridian has long been broken, and at this moment, it can only use one move to force the profound sword to move.

Fortunately, the monsters are not strong, and they can be slaughtered in one move.

After the monster fell, Dugu Zhuo also stood unstable, half kneeling on the ground, holding the hilt of the profound sword in his hand, trying his best to suppress the churning blood in his chest.

Even in the illusion, Du Guzhuo didn't want to vomit blood in front of Ye Zhou.

After barely stabilizing his body, Dugu Zhuo was about to raise his head to look at Ye Zhou, but suddenly a strange voice came from his ears——

[Ding, you slay demons and slay demons and get 3 low-grade spirit stones. 】

[Ding, you slay the demons and slay the demons and get the secret book "Inverse Sword Jue". 】

[Ding, you slay demons and slay demons, and obtain precious healing elixir to renew the spirit grass. 】

[Ding, you slay demons and slayers, gain 100*6 experience, do you use experience to upgrade?whether】

what is this?Dugu Zhuo was confused.

At this time, a strong wind brushed his ears, and the young Night Wind, who did not know when the wound healed, came forward with a sword and Yufeng, his eyebrows were full of anger, and he shouted: "Dare to steal my blame?"

Sword Qi rushed toward his face, and Dugu Zhuo's hat was torn apart. He didn't notice all the changes in his surroundings, but felt that the Ye Zhou in front of him was extremely real.

Dugu Zhuo stared at Ye Zhou's face and said in a low voice, "May I have the afterlife?"

The moment he saw Duguzhuo's face, the tip of Ye Zhou's sword tilted, and he changed the trajectory. The sword that should have been pierced into the center of the eyebrow hung on Duguzhuo's shoulder, without piercing it down.