Chapter 1: Ruiyun Awakens

A flash of lightning divides the sky into two.

There are no raindrops, only the arrays of night.

The slender bamboo is like a ghost, standing in the soil, watching the dark sky. The lightning flashed, as if it were just to wake up something.

The sound of bamboo leaves is like a ghost whispering, which makes people feel frightening.

Two dark shadows quickly swept into the bamboo altar.

This place, known as the bamboo altar, is a place where hermits gather. The bamboo forest is surrounded by a circle, and there is only one path opened up, and there is a bonfire in the middle. But now the moonlight is shining, and there is no fire. The two people who came in do not seem to have the intention to make a fire. They sit quietly against the bamboo mat and sit silently. However, he didn't say a word.

Waiting.

The bamboo shadow is shining, the moon shines brightly, and the two sitting figures are as motionless as stones. If they hadn't seen those two bright eyes, they would have thought they were asleep.

The windy, cool and gloomy, the two people sitting on the bamboo are still unmoved, just staring at the path. However, except for the thick ink on the path, there is only a dead silence.

Suddenly, the two moved, and there was a sound of footsteps in the path, as well as the sound of bamboo leaves.

"It's coming!" A man's voice said, and the long-awaited heart finally ushered in a person. In the dark, the figure stood up and looked at the people who came on the path with a little impatiently.

"Long time no see, only two of you can be there tonight." A faint and irresistible majestic voice came. The figure coming out of the path bathed in the moonlight, dressed in a green robe with a hidden meaning. His face was cold and his hair was slightly white. After his hands were folded, he had a superior momentum, as if he was holding thousands of troops in his hand, and he could turn over the clouds anytime and anywhere. .

On the surface, it can't be seen that this person has already passed the age of nearly 80.

The head was slightly high, and the two people rising from the shadow were a man and a woman. The man's hair was white and his forehead was full of wrinkles, which was estimated to be hundreds of years old at a glance, but a pair of eyes were still brilliant, and there was no sign of aging. Even if his body was slightly rickety, it was still intact. The body is full of energy.

As for the other woman, she put on her face with light makeup, and the quietness that could not be told in words emanated from her white and snowy face. Forty years did not seem to leave a trace on her face, only a faint sadness, with silent cold silence, overflowing over her beautiful eyebrows.

"I haven't seen you for a long time." The woman's voice is as sweet and gentle as the sound of nature, as if a clear spring flows through other people's hearts, washing away all the dust, and only clear.

At the head of Bayin in the Central Plains, Song Zhuoyuan raised his cold eyebrows and nodded to the woman. The voice that did not contain any feelings had such a touching magic. He could not be disgusted with the woman. He turned his head to the old man and asked, "Han Ling hasn't come back yet?"

The old man shook his head and sighed, "Oh, I said, how can he stand the loneliness in his heart when he was can he was canistered as the Eight Hidden of the Central Plains at a young age? After all, there are still many interesting things in the world. If you haven't experienced many things, you will have to live a secluded and monotonous life. I can't stand it.

"Enough, Yuan Sirou." Song Zhuoyuan interrupted rudely. At first glance, no one expected that this very feminine name was the old man's name. It is said that it was because his mother died early and his own father missed her so much that he forcibly added this woman's name to him.

"You should know that the gathering of the hermits is only once in five years. Most of them are for discussion and criticism, as well as sharing their quiet thoughts, life, and their experience of heaven and earth. However, today there are only three people..." Song Zhuan is not angry, but the amazing woman looks like she has nothing to do with herself and looks up at the moon. The moonlight sprinkled on her beautiful face, as if gently spread a layer of cold light on her face, protecting her cold silence from dissipating.

"Do you think you are still the ghost head above ten thousand people under one person in the ghost mansion? You are just an old hermit now! Don't order us in such a tone! You are just an organizer, not a decision maker at best!" Yuan Sirou retorted sharply, which shocked Song Yaoyuan and had to look angrily and speechless.

The two looked at each other and looked at each other. And the woman did not seem to focus on their arguments. She still looked up at the moon. Her eyes were as tender as water and fell into endless thoughts. That inch of memory lingered in the most mysterious corner of her heart and kept biting her heart.

"I am the head of the Eight Hidden in the Central Plains..."

"Do you still know that we are hermits? But in my opinion, your love for power has not decreased at all. Yuan Sirou said coldly, which made Song Zhuoyuan's throat swallow and take a step back in a moment, looking like he wanted to stop talking.

"Very good... Over the years, I have been nourishing my mind, meditating on my mind, feeling the world, and benefiting a lot. I have never miss the previous power of covering the sky with one hand." Song Zhuan waved his sleeves and said with him on his back.

"Have you finally realized that you are still a hermit? Are you embarrassed to make a big fuss here for a little thing?" The woman finally started her perfect voice. Although her words were accummated, her voice was still delicate and sweet, without any flaws.

The two were ashamed to hear the words, and both of them turned their heads aside. Only the soft beauty gently touched their hair. Every movement was so touching, and their eyebrows were gently closed, like a sleeping fairy.

"Okay, let's get some business." Song Zhuoyuan coughed a few times, breaking the embarrassing situation. The two looked at each other, "In addition to the Three Saints and Han Ling, there is another person who has not come tonight. Of course, we hermits don't have many rules, and I'm not going to pursue anything." Hearing Song Zhuoyuan's last sentence, Yuan Sirou seemed to want to say something else, but she still stopped.

"I think recently, some people seem to be unable to stand the hidden and boring life in the Central Plains." Song Zhuo said slowly and looked meaningfully at the only two people in the bamboo altar, "especially recently, the three saints have broken into the residence of the court and want to find two children in trouble. This has exceeded the bottom line of our hermits.

"Are they the two kids who have been stormy all over the city recently?" Yuan Sirou asked with interest. Song Zhuo nodded, but it seemed that he did not intend to continue to discuss the matter of the two kids. He just said solemnly, "I think it's necessary for us to talk to the three saints."

"I think, as hermits, there is no need for us to interfere in other hermit affairs, right?" The woman said softly.

Song Zhuoyuan frowned and said, "If they interfere in worldly affairs, we have to interfere with them. As a hermit, you can't get too involved in the secular world, especially the enmity. This is also the default rule of our Central Plains.

The two silently agreed.

"There is one more thing," Song Zhuoyuan's tone was more solemn. "We have always been eight people in the Central Plains, nominally, but in fact there are only seven people."

"That man is about to wake up."

Yuan Sirou and the woman couldn't help but be shocked. They looked at Song Zhuoyuan suspiciously, and the answer was Song Zhuoyuan's positive eyes.

"Fifteen years... He is finally going to wake up..."

In the hidden bamboo forest, a wide-robed figure flew straight to the depths of the bamboo. His impatience constantly urged his speed, and his body was like an arrow, as if nothing in the world could stop him from meeting that man.

In mid-air, there was another thunder.

However, in an instant, everything was silent and nothing happened. The lightning that flashed through the sky was just like an illusion.

The wide-robed figure paused for a moment, and his breathing was no longer stable. What he saw in front of him made his heart start to accelerate, and the unprecedented excitement suddenly broke out like a long torrent in his heart.

On the bamboo, there was a human figure sitting on his side. The man sat still, as if he were a dead man.

However, he was still motionless on the bamboo of **, as if there was an invisible force to stabilize his body, making him sit on the bamboo forest for a long time.

His clothes were already ragged, and there was only a trace of quiet sleep on his weather-beaten face, as if nothing could wake him up.

It's like dead.

"Master...Master!" The broad-robed man covered his chest with excitement and slowly approached the man sitting in mid-air, feeling both fear and ecstasy.

Suddenly, it seemed that the strange crack was suddenly opened, and the eyes in the dark suddenly widened, looking at the person who was gradually approaching in front of him.

The visitor was shocked and couldn't help screaming. He retreated quickly, but quickly stopped and looked at the person who was meditating with fear.

"Master?"

"Her?" A familiar voice finally completely eliminates the fear of the future.

It turned out that the person who came with Tong Wanguan in Lion Town was the evil act of kidnapping and selling children, and the reward was yellowed.

"Master! You finally woke up!" Huang Hua couldn't help it anymore. He shed tears and lay in front of the awakened man excitedly and kowtowed three heads respectfully.

"Get up... I've been wronged by you all these years." The man's voice is hoarse, which is normal for people who haven't opened their voice for a long time.

Fifteen years, this sleep is 15 years!

Time is like an arrow, and the sun and the moon are like shuttles. Fifteen years ago, in order to practice the true method of cloud auspicious view, I had to abandon 15 years of time and sleep like a bear snake hibernation for 15 years!

Looking at the only apprentice in front of him, Ruiyun could no longer maintain a stable mood, and his body trembled involuntarily. He stretched out his hand and pressed his yellow head.

Fifteen years ago, Yun Xiangguan was destroyed by the demon king Xingshi. The hateful Eight Yin Ruiyun in the Central Plains did not care about his identity and fought with him. In the end, he could only save his life from Xing Shi. He was unable to express his grief and anger, and hurriedly passed on a few words to his only disciple. After yellowing, he fell asleep in the hidden bamboo forest.

And now, when he woke up, the nightmare has been eroding his head and has never subsided!

In the 15 years of his sleep and practice, anger has been burning his body, reminding him that Yunxiang watched hundreds of lives and died in vain at the hands of the cruel demon king.

"Red Devil Altar... Xingshi..." Ruiyun Zhenren looked at the dark distance and kept talking with his hateful tongue, and his eyes were like fire.