Cultivating in Online Games: Chapter 1 Dugu Zhuo

There is a simple tea shed on the outskirts of the town near the Canglan Mountains. There are a few people sitting in the shed. They have no luggage, and there is no dust on their faces. The locals look rather eccentric.

The owner of the tea house is not surprised. He has seen this kind of person a lot.

This mountain is called "Tianzhu".

Outside the strange rock, there is only a lifeless snow-capped mountain range.

No one knows what lies behind the Canglan Mountains, and no one knows what lies beyond the end of the Human World.

Until ten years ago, two sword qi, one clear and one turbid, pierced the sky, the pillars of the sky were broken, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked. In a three-month-long fire rain, the original Tianzhu disappeared, and the ice and snow of thousands of years melted and turned into a mist that stretched for thousands of miles.

A year later, a verdant green appeared at the foot of Canglan Mountain, and the first grass sprouted 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 the growth of crops, and it slowly became a small town.

Afterwards, 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 ahead is the unknown.

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

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

"It's all Duguzhuo's fault, if it weren't for him, Jiuzhongtian wouldn't have..." When the boss brought the tea bowl to the guest officer, he heard the conversation he had already heard.

The boss leaves the table and scratches his ears impatiently.

He has listened to Dugu Zhuo's story for several years, and everyone hears it. There are very few people who have really seen Dugu Zhuo, and what everyone is talking about is just those few things.

Dugu Zhuo, who committed the crime of murdering his father, slaughtered his master, and seriously injured the master of another divine sword, Sujian, Yezhou, and took him away.

After that, Yezhou's whereabouts are unknown, and when Dugu Zhuo appeared in front of people again, he had already refined two divine swords, so Yezhou must have no bones left.

Dugu Zhuo, holding two swords of creation, stepped on the pillar of heaven and tried to become a **** as a sinner. The **** was angry and knocked him down from the world. Annoyed, Dugu Zhuo took out his double swords and cut off the pillar of heaven. Jiuzhongtian lost his pillar and fell to the world, and the realm of the gods ceased to exist.

There is no possibility for cultivators in the human world to become gods.

But I only dare to scold him in private. If I really meet Dugu Zhuo, who would dare to speak out against him?

The tea shed is very small, and the two guests wearing Taoist robes did not deliberately avoid it.

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

The owner of the tea house couldn't refute what the guests said. He could only pretend not to hear and stare down at the ground under his feet.

In the spring, a few weeds were drilled through the cracks in the ground, and the fresh green looked very gratifying.

The tea shed is empty.

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

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

"A bowl of hot tea." The man put the package on the table, making a slight "clanging" sound, the package is obviously a weapon.

The boss didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly served a large 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.

My darling, this person is too good-looking, he is better than the tofu Xishi in the small town, better than the white flowers in the mountains in spring, and better than the snow outside the window in the cold winter.

Also colder than snow.

The boss dared not look directly at him, so he returned to the pantry and peeked at the man in black through the gap in the shed.

I saw him stretch out his hand to pick up the tea bowl. His fingers were clearly articulated, as thin and slender as bamboos. The fingers on the back of his hand were covered with scars from swords and swords, like jade that was broken and stuck together again. Gives a shocking sense of pain.

The man in black drank light and hot tea slowly, and his every move was pleasing to the eyes, obviously very well educated.

On the palm full of knife marks is the jade of excellent condition, which looks very unmatched.

The man in black frowned slightly and seemed to be in a bad mood. He put his other hand on the package, and the sound of metal colliding came, and the teahouse owner couldn't help shrinking his neck.

At this time, a slightly chilly spring breeze blew, and an early spring apricot flower was blown by the wind to the warm jade in the palm of the man in black. The pale pink petals made the warm jade even more lush. It's a vibrant color.

The man in black looked at the palm of his hand and smiled softly, the contours of his face under the bamboo hat softened, and the chilling air dissipated a lot with the smile.

The owner of the tea shed suddenly felt relieved, and boldly poked his head out of the tea room and asked, "Guest officer, do you want to continue the tea?"

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

The boss saw that he was heading towards the Canglan Mountains where no one dared to step, so he chased after him and shouted from behind, "Keguan, there is a forbidden place in front of you, where there is no return. World Demon King Dugu Zhuo is hiding in the Canglan Mountains to cultivate, so he can't go!"

The man in black had no intention of paying attention to the owner of the tea house. Hearing this, he stopped, turned slightly, raised his hat, and revealed most of his face.

His body seemed to be integrated with the mist-shrouded Canglan Mountains, and a line of sight that saw the turbulence of the world fell on the boss, and his voice was not happy or angry: "I'm under Duguzhuo."

After saying that, he put down his bamboo hat, turned around and continued to walk towards Canglan Mountain, and disappeared into the clouds and mist in a short while.

A long time after he left, the owner of the tea house sat on the ground and whispered to himself: "Is he Duguzhuo?"

"How come?" The tea house owner muttered.

"Impossible." The boss said again.

Dugu Zhuo, a black-clothed man who made the boss puzzled, has stepped on Canglan Mountain at this moment, and he seems to feel that the former site of Tianzhu was once under his feet. Cen" the sword groaned.

"Quiet." Dugu Zhuo shouted.

The contents of the package twitched restlessly. Dugu Zhuo untied the package and found two broken swords inside.

The double swords of creation in the past have now become four pieces of scrap iron full of rust. many.

Dugu Zhuo picked up the plain sword, hung the piece of warm jade on the hilt of the broken sword, and waited quietly for a moment, the warm jade and the broken sword did not respond.

Neither here.

Shangqiongbi falls to Huangquan, and both places are invisible.

In the past ten years, Dugu Zhuo has traveled to every corner of the human world, but cannot find the whereabouts of the remnant soul of Yezhou.

There is no possibility of seeing each other again in this life, Dugu Zhuo only wants to ask for an afterlife, but Yezhou has no afterlife.

He put away the broken sword, clenched the warm jade, and walked firmly into the depths of the fog.

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

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

Dugu Zhuo's current skill is similar to that of a cultivator who has just started, and there is only a dead end to continue.

But he didn't plan to look back. Behind him was the past that was tricked by destiny, his unbearable life, and a world without night boats.

Duguzhuo stepped forward firmly, feeling strong resistance at every step, and it seemed that it was difficult to move forward.

But even if it is just an inch, Dugu Zhuo has to move forward an inch.

He moved forward step by step with difficulty, the clouds and mist covered his eyes, the cold air on the top of the mountain froze his body, and Dugu Zhuo’s body was frosted. Zhuo had already turned into an ice sculpture.

Consciousness gradually blurred, Dugu Zhuo involuntarily recalled the half-life, like a lantern before death.

In a trance, he seemed to see the young Yezhou, jumping in the mountains and forests, fighting several monsters.

Dugu Zhuo chuckled, Yezhou was his elder, when he met Yezhou, Yezhou was already the elder of Qingtian Sword Sect, standing in front of him in plain white robe, Glancing at him indifferently, he said coldly, "Come with me."

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

However, it is not bad to have such a hallucination before death, at least you can see the carefree appearance of Yezhou.

Thinking like this, Duguzhuo's fog gradually dissipated, and the young Yezhou's figure became clearer and clearer.

The young Yezhou was dressed in white, and was not afraid of being besieged by several monsters. He held an ordinary iron sword and fought hard to kill the monsters.

Two fists are invincible to four hands, the monsters keep leaving scars on the young Yezhou, Yezhou is pale and weaker and weaker.

Even if it was a fantasy, Dugu Zhuo could not helplessly watch Yezhou get hurt, he picked up the black broken sword from the package, which was what Dugu Zhuo could only get after his father died The Xuanjian was something he had wanted all his life, but after he got it, he abandoned it like a bad sword.

When Dugu Zhuo took the sword, the young Yezhou dexterously distanced himself from the monster, took out a bottle of medicine and drank it, and said to himself: "With the current blood volume, we have to deal with these elites. It is still difficult to blame, but fortunately there are many types of red medicine."

Juvenile Yezhou was dipping into the blood when he saw a black-clothed man rushing into the group of monsters, carrying a tattered iron sword, and the elite monster who had finally cut him into blood and snatched it away .

Night Boat: "…"

Dugu Zhuo’s meridian has long been broken, and at this moment, forcibly urging the Xuanjian can only make one move.

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

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

Even if it was a fantasy, Dugu Zhuo didn't want to vomit blood in front of Yezhou.

After barely stabilizing his body, Dugu Zhuo was about to look up at Yezhou when a strange voice suddenly came from his ear—

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

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

[Ding, you cut demons and demons and gained experience 100*6, do you use experience to upgrade? whether】

What is this? Dugu Zhuo was confused.

At this moment, a strong wind brushed past his ears, and the young Ye Feng, whose wounds were not fully healed, came forward with a sword to ride the wind, his eyebrows were full of anger, and he shouted: "How dare you rob me Strange?"

Duguzhuo stared at Yezhou's face and whispered: "Could it be that I have already arrived?"

The moment she saw Dugu Zhuo's face, the tip of Yezhou's sword slanted and changed its trajectory.