Chapter 1 The Third Young Master of the Xie Family

In the summer afternoon, the scorching sunshine shines directly on the earth, and steam rises from the ground. The whole world seems to have turned into a huge oven.【】

There is deathly silence all around. Neither birds nor humans move around at this time. Most birds and beasts will choose a cool shade tree or a cool stream to get rid of the scorching summer heat. And most humans are at home.

To escape the heat, take a rest in the pavilion, or take a sip of ice-cold sour plum soup and enjoy a rare moment of tranquility!

Only the cicada tirelessly lay on the branches, emitting bursts of harsh and sharp chirping, adding a bit of irritability and dullness to the quiet summer afternoon.

The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded, and as the sound came from far to near, at the end of the wide official road, a delicate carriage was speeding on the official road, and the smoke and dust raised pulled up a long khaki dragon that was a hundred meters long.

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The carriage was driven by an old man in his fifties. The wrinkles on his face were like lines carved on marble with a carving knife, and his face was serious and cold.

The carriage flashed past, and the cicadas on the branches seemed frightened, and their cheerful chirping suddenly stopped.

Xie Yan lay quietly on the wolf-skin mattress, his body rising and falling slightly with the speed of the carriage. He was only a fifteen-year-old child, but he looked like an adult. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was blaming the vibration of the carriage for affecting him.

thinking.

Although the tall trees on both sides of the official road provided a large area of ​​shade, the air without any wind still seemed unbearably hot.

Xie Yan was about to wipe the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, but for some reason, the face of a majestic old man suddenly appeared in his mind.

‘A calm mind naturally cools down!’

This was what the Master said to comfort those students who were restless because they couldn't stand the scorching summer heat. Originally, Xie Yan had never taken these words to heart, but for some reason, at this moment, his heart suddenly

The child calmed down, like a calm cold pool. A clear and sweet chill rose from the back of the head, then flowed through the spine and spread throughout the body. At this moment, the irritability in the heart suddenly disappeared.

Xie Yan smiled slightly, turning the corners of his mouth into a beautiful arc, adding a bit of mysterious temperament to his handsome face.

He stretched out his hand and gently opened the curtain next to him. The sun was shining brightly outside, the carriages were passing by at high speed, and the wind was whistling. Through the dense trees on both sides of the road, mottled light and shadow fell on him, making him quiet and comfortable.

"It can't be the greenhouse effect. Is it because the sun in this world is larger than that on the earth, so the summer is so hot!"

Suddenly, as if he thought of something bad, Xie Yan looked sad, his eyes flashed with pain, and he murmured, "It would be great if I could also practice martial arts. Even the lowest martial artist can do it."

The cold and heat don't invade me. My current body is really too weak!"

Xie Yan held his own hands and smiled self-deprecatingly. They were as smooth as fat and as warm as jade. If such hands were placed on a woman's body, they would not be annoying. But now they are growing on Xie Yan's body.

On the body.

"The power of tying a chicken with one hand probably refers to a person like me!" Xie Yan forced a smile, but it was a forced smile no matter what.

Xie Yan is not from this world, and he never thought that one day he would become a member of this world. But fifteen years ago, when Xie Yan opened his first eyes, those eyes were full of love, concern, and warmth.

The soft eyes made him fall immediately into the mother's love beside him, and he completely integrated into the new society and new identity.

Xie Yan still vaguely remembered that in his last life, he was just an associate professor teaching Gu in a third-rate university on earth. Just because he loved calligraphy, he spent all his meager monthly salary on collecting calligraphy by various famous writers.

On the day before his rebirth, Xie Yan found a copper-colored talisman from an ancient temple that was about to be demolished. He was not interested in Taoism.

, attracted by the mysterious words full of artistic conception.

But just when he was about to take the talisman home and study it carefully, suddenly the building of the ancient temple collapsed and buried him in the ruins. The fear of death struck, and Xie Yan soon lost consciousness. When he woke up again

, only to find that he had been reborn in the body of a baby less than a day old.

Xie Yan has lived in this world for fifteen years and has some understanding of this world. Although it is not much, it is enough for him to realize the cruelty of the laws of survival in this world.

This world is called the spiritual world, and it consists of nine continents: Shang, Han, Ning, Lan, Wan, Yue, Yun, and Lei. People call it the Kyushu Continent.

Zhou Continent is the largest and most prosperous, accounting for more than 70% of the entire human world. The other eight continents of Shang, Han, Ning, Lan, Wan, Yue, Yun, and Lei are respectively surrounding the eight directions of Zhou Continent.

, what is the difference in size?

The territory of the Great Qin State only accounts for one-tenth of Ningzhou. The other two countries include Dachu and Dayan, as well as six superior prefecture-level sects. However, the territory of the Great Qin State is already larger than that of Ningzhou.

The country that Yan lived in in his previous life was twice as big. It is hard to imagine how big the entire Ningzhou is, and how big the entire spiritual world is.

It's not that Xie Yan feels sorry for himself, but because the world he lives in has determined that only practicing martial arts is the way out of this world. Powerful warriors can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, but they can resist an army of 100,000 with the strength of one person. It can be said that one man can defeat ten thousand people.

Fu Mokai is admired by thousands of people.

Powerful warriors have always been the focus of everyone's attention. When Xie Yan was twelve years old, he once witnessed a warrior in the realm of innate martial arts. He soared in the sky like a bird with his own power. From before his eyes, a warrior

Flash by, feel free and at ease.

People in this world are divided into high and low when they are born. Only children with spiritual roots can practice martial arts. When they reach the level of martial arts, they will have power far beyond ordinary people. Children without spiritual roots will not be abandoned.

But they are born with a lower status than children with spiritual roots, and their whole lives are ordinary, living and dying ordinary.

And Xie Yan is also one of these hundreds of millions of ordinary people who have no spiritual roots.

Because his spiritual roots were not detected when he was born, although Xie Yan is the third young master of the Xie family, the most aristocratic family in Jiuyuan County, his status in the family is not high!

When Xie Yan was eight years old, his father Xie Chenghua left Xie's family in order to search for him the top-quality elixir Qiling Pill, which could open his spiritual roots. He has disappeared since then, and no news has come back to him until now.

When Xie Yan was ten years old, his mother, who had always loved him, died of illness due to longing for him. Shortly after his mother was buried, Xie Yan was sent by his grandfather to the Imperial Capital Chang Academy of the Qin Dynasty to study the principles of self-cultivation, ordering the family, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world.

Confucian classics, and it took five years to go there.

Now that Xie Yan has reached the age of fifteen, according to the rules of the spiritual world, he will soon reach adulthood! The first thing he has to do after becoming an adult is to observe mourning for his dead mother for three years. Therefore, after being forgotten by his family in the big house

Five years after Qin's imperial capital, Xie Yan once again set foot on his way home.

As ordinary people without spiritual roots, the only way they can find is to study Confucian classics and become a Jinshi. For example, the current dean of Chang Academy, Jia Sidao, as the emperor of the Qin Dynasty, must be respectful even when he meets the emperor.

To be called "teacher" can be said to be a very popular minister. But Xie Yan is now just a small scholar, only the second class among the five levels of talents: Tongsheng, Xiucai, Juren, Jinshi and Confucian.

But this is not what Xie Yan wants. He wants to practice martial arts, he really wants to! He really wants to!

"Hey! I have been practicing the Bull Demon Powerful Fist for five years, but I can't even sense a trace of spiritual energy, let alone become a warrior!"

"When Heaven is about to entrust this person with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his actions. Therefore, he is tempted to endure and strengthen what he cannot do. God, let me be reborn.

In this world, I am not just being mediocre and wasting my time for hundreds of years. There must be some way for me to practice and become a powerful warrior who can command mountains and seas and call for wind and rain."

Xie Yan's eyes flashed with light, and the decadent aura on his body disappeared all of a sudden. His temperament was aloof. The afternoon sun shone on his face, and there was a trace of aura on his face, like a god!

At this moment, an old voice sounded in Xie Yan's ears, "Third Young Master, we will be back to Jiuyuan County in half an hour. You should rest in the carriage for a while until you get home."

I'll wake you up again."

The old man who spoke was an old servant who had taken care of Xie Yan since he was a child. Xie Yan usually called him Uncle Fu. As for Uncle Fu's real name, he had never been mentioned by anyone. During the five years that Xie Yan was in the Qin Yue Imperial Capital,

It was Uncle Fu who took care of his daily life. In Xie Yan's heart, Uncle Fu was like his own grandfather, very close to him.

Xie Yan didn't know much about warriors, so he didn't come out. What Uncle Fu used when he spoke just now was the sound transmission and secret technique that can only be used by strong people in the innate martial arts realm. If he knew this, he would definitely

I have long been eager to learn martial arts from Uncle Fu!

"I understand, Uncle Fu. I have been sleeping in the open air for the past month. As a young and strong person, I am naturally fine, but you, the old man, will suffer. When you get home, I must take you to find a pharmacist to take good care of your body!"

Xie Yan's voice was full of concern and apology. Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a beautiful tradition that every Chinese should inherit. Even after being reborn in the spirit world, Xie Yan still adheres to his principles.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Fu's face was filled with a happy smile, and his eyes were filled with sparkles.

"My old arms and legs are still strong. I'll be fine even if I catch the young master's carriage ten years ago. Don't worry!" After speaking, Uncle Fu raised his riding whip high, forming a whip into the air.

With a sharp slap and a sharp snap, the frightened horse ran even more happily!

Through the gap in the curtain, Fu Bo happened to see Xie Yan's face that was still a little immature. The down at the corners of his mouth was slightly raised. He had already reached the age of adulthood before he had grown the beard that is unique to adults.

Uncle Fu sighed deeply and felt a burst of sadness. It would be great if the third young master could also have spiritual roots. Even the lowest low-grade spiritual roots would not be forgotten by the family for five years like now.

Xie Yan's efforts have always been noticed by Uncle Fu. Whenever he thinks of that thin figure who was only twelve years old, he ran and practiced boxing in the snow every day, until he squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body and refused to let himself go.

After carrying him into the house, Uncle Fu felt resentful in his heart, resenting why God had deprived Xie Yan of the right to practice martial arts.

The clatter of horse hooves covered up a faint sigh floating in the wind. The afternoon sun was still scorching the earth. Not long after, the ten-foot-high wall of Jiuyuan County City appeared in front of Uncle Fu's eyes from a distance.
Chapter completed!