April 5th, Qingming Festival!

The sky was slightly bright, and with the morning mist, a young man wearing a simple green shirt had already opened the door. In the wooden plate he held in his hand were some pastries he had made, as well as some cakes he had made from the small town yesterday.

Uncle Wang, the wine shop, bought a small jug of wine.

Carrying the wooden tray, the young man walked out of the small courtyard, turned around, and came to a col in the back mountain.

There are seven or eight tombs in the mountain col. They have been abandoned for a long time and no one has worshiped them. The place on the far side with the worst feng shui is a short tomb with a wooden tablet standing in front of it.

There is no writing on it, and the rain and mud have made it somewhat rotten.

The young man first placed the wooden plate in his hand in front of the wordless wooden stele, then separated out a portion of the cakes and wine on the wooden plate and placed them in front of the other tombs.

"I'm a shabby boy. I made the cakes with my own hands. I hope you ancestors don't mind. People can't be resurrected after death. This descendant's memorial service is just to comfort the mood."

The young man looked calm and showed no sign of sadness. Instead, he picked up the rocks on the old graves and threw them away. He also wrapped some new soil from the foot of the mountain and took care of the old graves.

Then the young man came to the short tomb, sat down cross-legged, picked up the remaining cakes, and then poured the wine in front of the wooden monument.

"Unknowingly, it has been a year since I came here. When I failed to overcome the tribulation, I was already dead, but I didn't want to use your bones to be reborn. I wanted to return to my former invincible posture, but I didn't want your body to be...

It’s a body abandoned by heaven with hundreds of acupoints blocked. It’s been one year and I’ve accepted my fate. I’ll just live in this world. It’s good to be a mortal.”

The young man smiled, but there was still a hint of bitterness in the corner of his mouth.

In his own world, he is the number one genius on the list of young geniuses, and is said to be the most likely being to conquer the immortal world in a thousand years, and he is the only one who dares to call himself the Young Emperor.

However, when he was about to cross the tribulation and break through the realm, five of the top ten prodigies joined forces with the sect behind them to plot against him, causing him to be wiped out in ashes under the white divine thunder!

The young man murmured: "From now on, there will be no Chen Wudi in the world, only Xiao Fengping. I will live your life well for you."

"By the way, the half-dead willow tree in our yard is now being fed by me. Although half of the tree is still dead, at least one branch is alive, isn't it?"

"It's green and emerald, and it's not much worse than the big locust tree at Liu's house in the town!"

"By the way, our family is not the same as yours at that time. In the past six months, I have been working for others in the town. I have learned a lot of craftsmanship. I also raised some chickens and ducks, but in the end I only survived.

Only."

"Originally I wanted to sell it and exchange it for some odds and ends, but then I thought, forget it, this guy is handsome and crows on time in the morning."

“Old Cao’s dog from the Hongni Lane blacksmith gave birth to a litter of pups. The old guy insisted on giving me a little black dog in exchange for one month’s wages. It’s really shameful.”

The young man vomited everything that happened in his year in front of the small grave, but he didn't know that his small courtyard was very lively.

When the morning sun shone on the half-dead willow tree, the only surviving willow branch seemed to have spirituality. It wrapped around the broom standing in the corner and began to sweep the courtyard.

An inexplicable power of law flows through its branches.

The majestic big rooster stood on the wall, pacing back and forth, and then glanced at the courtyard in a humane manner, and said something humanly: "Old Liu, why are you so diligent? The master doesn't know you are here.

Cleaning the yard. That little black dog is lucky. He secretly followed his master to the back mountain. I’m really envious. If the master just gives some advice, he might be able to transform tomorrow."

"Oh, it's a pity that my great ancestral phoenix can only turn into a crowing rooster to prevent the master from selling me. It's better for you to live in the master's house since I was born. Once you have feelings, you are not afraid of the master using that knife to chop me.

I’ll chop you with a hatchet!”

The woodcutter that was hung casually on the wall started to tremble: "Old cock, don't sow discord, I won't chop at my most respected Lord Liu Shen!"

The lotus in the water tank was shaking at this moment, and his voice was soft: "Master hasn't touched me for a long time. Even though I am the World-Destroying Golden Lotus, I don't dare to say anything."

The willow branch put down the broom, and a green light emitted from the willow leaves. A female voice sounded from above: "What the master does has its own meaning. Every peck and drink has its own meaning. You and I both live together with the master.

It should be integrated into every detail, and the master should not be dissatisfied!"

The big rooster spreads its wings, like the bright sun, manifesting Tao patterns.

The lotus swayed, and golden ripples spilled out, containing majestic pressure.

A piece of bluestone holding the pickle vat in the house also revealed a corner of the formation pattern on its body at this moment. Although it was incomplete, it already had the power to suppress the world.

A colorful picture of mountains and rivers hung on the wall suddenly burst into light. In the painting, the mountains and rivers were moving. There were white apes stretching their arms in the long stream, white cranes dancing on the pine branches, and in the distance, there seemed to be a goddess from the sky.

Come down to earth and dance with your light sleeves, the clouds turn into unicorns!

Even some of the small objects that Xiao Fengping made by himself on daily basis emitted ten-colored treasures of light!

The whole small courtyard has changed from the tacky and mediocre before, as if it came from the divine court of heaven!

Extremely extraordinary!

Just when the chopper was about to shake off his demeanor as a top-grade killing blade, the big rooster on the wall suddenly screamed strangely: "The master is coming back soon!"

Suddenly, the light in the courtyard suddenly dimmed and returned to its normal appearance.

Behind Xiao Fengping was a half-grown little black dog, shaking its head and head, so cute. No matter how far the boy walked, the little black dog could always keep up.

Seeing the stream that went around the town in front of him, Xiao Fengping deliberately teased the little black dog: "Gouda, why don't you try and see if you can jump over this stream? If you can't, then I won't want you!"

The little black dog looked frightened and was about to give it a desperate try while sharpening its claws.

Suddenly there was a sound of flying from the sky, and five golden dragon horses flew from the sky pulling a rays chariot. The clouds turned into a brilliant canopy, moving with the wind, and the two wheels of the chariot seemed to be ferocious beasts, making an array of sounds.

A roaring sound!

On top of the chariot is a holy white garment!

The woman had an unearthly figure and a noble and cold temperament, as if she were a fairy who could not eat the fireworks of the world.

But the woman was wearing a simple bronze mask, covering half of her face.

Not only did her temperament and appearance not be concealed, but with the support of the dragon-horse chariot, the woman looked like a god of war!

Junyi is deserted and decisive in killing!

Perfectly blended in the same woman!
Chapter completed!