There is a large mountain 20,000 miles away from the Yuhu Sect. Because there is a stream running across the mountain, it is called Woxi Mountain. There is a small village at the foot of the mountain, so it is called Woxi Village after the name of the mountain. At this time, a large stone is surrounding the entrance of the village.

There was a group of children, and a boy who looked about ten years old stood on the stone, spitting and talking happily.

"Brother Wu, Brother Wu, what on earth is that monster?"

"Brother Wu, what is that gourd?"

"Brother Wu, which one is more powerful, the ancestor Mingyuan or the teacher?"

The children around the stone chattered and asked questions incessantly.

"Oh, okay, okay, there are so many questions, how can I answer you!" The boy named Brother Wu was so anxious that his face turned red and he was covered in sweat.

When he glanced at the lonely figure not far away, he rolled his eyes and shouted loudly, "Forget it, let's not talk about it today, Wu Fan, let's go."

After saying that, he jumped down from the stone, picked up the five- or six-year-old fat boy who was playing alone and ran out of the village. When the group of children saw Wu Fan, they all dispersed as if they had seen the god of plague, muttering something to each other.

"Wu...Brother Wu, run slowly, I can't run anymore!" The chubby child was dragged a long way by the young man. His fair little face turned red and he was out of breath from exhaustion.

Out of breath.

"Oh, Wu Fan, do you still want to hear me tell you a story?"

"think!"

"Then follow, haha." The kid named Wu Fan had no choice but to grit his teeth, pout his little mouth, and follow hard in order to listen to the story.

On this path in the dusk of early autumn, a young boy running and laughing, and a chubby child chasing after him, actually added a touch of scenery to this quiet season.

On the calm lake, a bird landed on a boulder in the lake to rest. Suddenly, with a "pop", a stone fell on the lake next to it, causing a splash of water. The frightened bird flew away in a hurry.

"Hahaha." A burst of laughter like silver bells sounded on the grass beside the lake.

"Brother Wu, is the story you told true?"

"Of course it's true! When did Brother Wu lie to you?"

"Then last time you said you would give me candy and hold the door for you while you peeked at Sister Yu Yan..."

"Oops!" The boy looked embarrassed and tried to cover Wu Fan's mouth, "I will give you candy tomorrow!"

"real?"

"Really." The young man withered like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"How do I know you didn't lie to me?" the child asked, pouting.

"Well, my surname is Wu, and your surname is Wu. Our surnames have similar pronunciations. How could I lie to you?"

Wu Fan childishly lowered his head and thought about it. He felt that there was nothing wrong. He immediately turned into a smile and nodded to the young man named Wu Hao. His serious face was filled with perseverance.

"Brother Wu Hao, no one wants to play with me. You are the only one who is nice to me, tells me stories, and plays with me. I believe in you."

Wu Hao suddenly lost his joking expression and said with a pity look on his face: "Well, that's because they are ignorant. Forget it, let's not mention this. I stole it from the bookcase in the teacher's bedroom...well, borrowed it.

I saw a lot of good things in the book, and I’m here to tell you one by one. Let me tell you, those immortals have no worries about eating and drinking every day, and fly around in the sky when they have nothing to do. I think the ancestors of Mingyuan are more powerful than the teachers.

, there are all very powerful guys in that Yuhu Sect, and that one..."

The young man talked more and more enthusiastically, and Wu Fan listened very fascinated. Although it was just Wu Hao's nonsense, it added a different color to his young mind, as if the clouds in the sky were within reach, but

Very far away.

At this time, the sky was gradually getting dark. The originally sunny sky was covered with dark clouds, and it seemed that a heavy rain was about to come. The young man exclaimed and said to Wu Fan: "Oh, let's go quickly. It's too late today. I'll meet you tomorrow."

Tell me."

Wu Fan seemed to still have something to say, with a confused look on his face. Wu Hao didn't care so much and ran away. Wu Fan also reacted when he saw this.

"Brother Wu, wait for me!"

Just as Wu Fan was about to take a step, he seemed to hear a sigh, and there was unspeakable sadness and anger in the voice. So he looked around in surprise, and felt nothing strange, so he shook his chubby little head.

Wu Hao looked back and saw that Wu Fan hadn't followed him, so he said hello to hurry up, slowed down and ran towards the village. Wu Fan followed him in a hurry.

At this time, a vague shadow appeared out of thin air beside the lake. The withered body was quite strange, and suddenly disappeared into the night as if it had never appeared before.

Not long after, Wu Fan panted and ran to a house in a remote corner of the village. This house seemed very abrupt and felt out of place with the village, but it was spacious and generous all around.

I saw a fairy-like woman at the door who was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with bright eyes, bright teeth, and a skin as smooth as grease. She was looking around anxiously. But the moment she saw Wu Fan, the tense atmosphere on her face immediately became relaxed, but

He added a touch of sternness and scolded softly: "Xiao Fan, it's so late. Where have you gone to play? If you don't come back, I will throw you outside to feed the wild wolves!"

However, Wu Fan seemed not to feel the harsh tone in the woman's mouth, and said in a coquettish voice: "Mom, I was just listening to Brother Wu telling me stories at the entrance of the village. It was so late if I didn't pay attention. Don't feed Xiao Fan."

Eat the wolf, okay?"

After hearing this, the woman could no longer keep her face straight, and laughed, "Forget it, I'll let you go today, kid, and come in and eat."

Wu Fan jumped into the house smelling the aroma. Although he was just living in the countryside and there were no complicated dishes, for some reason, this ordinary meal seemed to be a delicacy in the world that Wu Fan couldn't get enough of.

And every time I come home exhausted after a long day of fun, I feel energetic and glowing after eating.

After the meal, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, the sun seemed to be extinguished by the rain, and the remaining red glow hung on the yellowed cloth. Wu Fan rested his chin on his hands and stared out the window in a daze.

When the woman saw that Wu Fan seemed to be thinking about something, she walked to the window, hugged Wu Fan to her, then sat at the table and asked, "Xiao Fan, what's the matter?"

"Um?"

Wu Fan was interrupted from his thoughts and was stunned for a moment, but he turned his head, stared at his big black eyes, and repeated the story he heard during the day to the woman.

The woman couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then told Wu Fan, "Didn't Mom say that when you grow up, you will also be sent to school to study and write with your husband. It is said that there will be someone here to recruit students every five years.

Children who meet the conditions are then selected by those stinking Taoist priests and assigned to various sects to learn the exercises according to their qualifications, talents and their own preferences. Their futures vary from person to person. Some are talented and intelligent and are valued by their seniors, and they reach the sky in one step; some are not.

Maybe he will be a handyman disciple all his life and remain unknown."

The woman calmly repeated these words for many times and patiently told Wu Fan again, but the words "stinky Taoist Priest" were emphasized with extra emphasis.

"As for today's cultivating sects, there are many good and evil sects. During the war a long time ago, Patriarch Mingyuan was a leader-like figure at that time. It was also that battle that made the Yuhu Sect flourish and become famous far and wide. Later, the Yuhu Sect

It’s just that we don’t have that kind of talent…”

"Mother?" Wu Fan listened and found that his mother had not moved, so he called out carefully. The woman responded and continued, "Following the ancestor Mingyuan, there are also talented people who have emerged in large numbers. Today's world of cultivation

Among the famous and upright sects, in addition to the Yuhu Sect, which was famous for its various martial arts and treasures in the central part of the mainland, there are also Taiyi Pavilion, the supreme Taoist school in the eastern part of the mainland, which is comparable to it, and Jinsha Temple in the west, which uses Buddhist scriptures to ward off evil spirits.

, the Sword Star Residence in the north where swordsmanship is gorgeous and elegant, and the Bixia Valley in the south where there are many female disciples who are good at refining and detoxifying poisons.”

"Of course, there are also some evil ways that are despised by the right people. In the miasma forest in the far north, there are ghost temples that specialize in developing the art of ghosts and using ghosts and gods to cast spells. In the underground lava caves in the far south, they refine the flesh and blood of living people to increase their own skills.

Huashengtang, and the Wutu Cave in the far south that is mysterious and uses unpredictable curses and witchcraft to harm people."

Having said this, the woman couldn't help but look at Wu Fan. Seeing Wu Fan narrowing his eyes slightly and holding his chin with his hands, he continued to talk, "In addition to our human sect of cultivating immortals, those remaining monsters have also slowly developed...

After entering the doorway, he actually opened the pagoda that sealed some monsters, renamed it the Ten Thousand Monsters Tower, and built a nest here. There are also some descendants of ancient mythical beasts, who are called the Kui people, but the specific sects are mixed.

, no one can tell clearly, but in addition to the good and evil sects, and the monster clan, there is also a sect without a trace that is rarely mentioned, just like its name..."

The woman was about to continue talking when she heard slight snoring and saw the little man in her arms drooling and smacking his mouth, as if he was sleeping soundly.

The woman smiled bitterly, carried him to the bed, and covered him with the quilt. However, she was not sleepy at all. What she told Wu Fan actually made her emotions ripple, and the past events flashed through her mind one by one.

She couldn't help but moisten the corners of her eyes, and tears fell on the face of the sleeping little man, but Wu Fan just frowned slightly, as if he had a dream, in which the food that was about to be eaten was washed away by the river.
Chapter completed!