When the heaven and earth first opened, there was something that gave birth to spiritual wisdom, determined the way of heaven and earth, drove away all the evil spirits of the ages, opened up millions of worlds, raised millions of stars in the sky, and called himself "Mate"
The way of a king, if you practice it, you will be alone, if you don't practice it, you will die.
If you follow the great road of heaven and earth, you will be safe; if you go against it, you will perish.
The ancients were not afraid, went against the will of heaven, cultivated immortals and visited the Tao, competed with the heaven and earth, reversed the universe with their hands, wiped out the stars and rivers with their hands, followed the path of cultivating immortals, and walked the road of becoming gods.
The heaven and earth are angry, exterminating the fairy world and starting from scratch.
1 start
The story begins in a place called Starfall Continent. On this continent, there is a towering mountain peak. The clouds are like a skirt tied to the mountainside. They change their shapes with the breeze. At the top of this mountain peak,
At that time, there stood an old man with a vicissitudes of life, his white beard and hair were rolled up by the mountain wind, and his plain clothes were fluttering. What was strange was that his eyes had no whites, and the eye sockets were dark, shining with a unique light. His eyes
With a sigh in the calmness, I looked up at the sky, holding a baby as delicate as porcelain in my arms. Everything was like a sad picture hanging in this rare scenery.
The old man just looked at the sky, and a sense of vicissitudes of life came out of his body. His dark eyes were still calm, as if they had penetrated the clouds, penetrated the sky, penetrated all the illusions that obstructed his eyes, and pointed directly at the essence of what he looked at.
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After a long time, his gaze was interrupted by the cry of a baby. The baby in his arms cried loudly, and it seemed that even he could feel the shocking vicissitudes of life that permeated the surroundings.
The old man withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and smiled kindly at the baby: "Are you hungry? Be good, Queer. Grandpa will take you to find something to eat. Don't cry, be good!"
The old man comforted the baby for a few words, then jumped up with the baby in his arms and disappeared on the mountain peak.
In Qingshan City, the evening sun shines on the rooftops, a few late birds fly across the cinnabar-colored sky, and the smoke from every household creates a peaceful scene. However, the beggars on the street reveal the darkness behind this scene.
, this is the Starfall Continent, the weak can only endure hunger, and will die on this land if they are not careful.
The Yan family is one of the largest families in Qingshan City. The patriarch Yan Wu is already at the peak of the spirit boy realm. He is a well-known strong man in Qingshan. The Yan family is a family of Qi practitioners, and most of the people in the family have
The potential of Qi training, in this world where the strong are respected, must either rely on strength or family, otherwise your possibility of surviving in this world is almost zero.
At night, the Yan family received a very strange guest.
"Master, there is an old man at the door. He said he wants to see you, do you think?" A servant's voice came from outside Yan Wu's room.
"Old man? I understand. Just ask him to wait in the lobby and I'll be here right away."
The servant responded and bowed respectfully.
"Old man? Who could it be?" Yan Wu was sitting in front of the desk, flipping through books, looking up at the flickering candlelight.
In the hall of the Yan family, an old man with white hair was sitting on a guest chair, wearing a plain robe, holding a sleeping baby in his arms. This unmatched image reflected so naturally on them.
It was very quiet in the hall, and the servants were silent. Maybe it was because the master was not here, or maybe it was because of the unique temperament exuded by the old man. It was as if he dominated this space, and all the spiritual energy wanted to bow to him.
It is the breath of the strong.
Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall. The patriarch Yan Wu walked into the hall. He saw the old man holding the baby at a glance. He was shocked. He could not see the state of this person, which meant that this person was the worst.
A person at the pinnacle of the Spiritual Realm would most likely be a Spiritual Master. He did not dare to show any slights to such a strong person.
"Senior, I am Yan Wu, the head of the Yan family. Could you please tell me why I am here at this moment?" Yan Wu respectfully bowed as a junior and asked carefully.
The old man slowly raised his head, and then he discovered that the old man's eyes were covered by a piece of black cloth. The black cloth was embroidered with strange golden runes, which seemed like a formation, but it was more mysterious than the formation.
It seems that an ancient demon is sealed, and as long as the black cloth is untied, an unimaginable bloody storm will occur.
This feeling was so real that Yan Wu immediately withdrew his gaze and stood there without daring to move. Cold sweat had gradually wetted the clothes on his back. It didn't mean that Yan Wu was timid. The pressure of a strong man
When imposed on the weak, it is like a lonely mortal facing the scrutiny of heaven and earth. If the difference in realm is too great, as long as the strong wants to kill you, this kind of scrutiny from heaven and earth will immediately become an irresistible death penalty.
"Clan Chief Yanwu, you don't have to be polite. I came to bother you this time because I have something to ask for. I also asked the clan leader to help me complete a small thing. Of course, I won't let the clan leader work in vain. This is a little thought from the old man, although it is not much.
It's a good thing, but it is what your house needs most at this time. Please accept it, the patriarch." The old man placed a ring on the table. Although his tone was gentle, it revealed an aura of a king that could not be resisted.
, under this aura, no one here can refuse his request.
Yan Wu smiled bitterly and waved his hands to disperse the servants. The less people knew about this kind of thing, the better. He knew that if there was something that the senior in front of him couldn't do, there was nothing he could do, but he still had to do the superficial work, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do it.
You know what kind of character this uncle is. If he has a hot temper, he will kill you with one palm.
"Senior's instructions are that juniors must climb the mountain of swords and go down to the sea of fire as much as possible." Yan Wu had a righteous and awe-inspiring attitude, as if he was about to rush up the mountain of swords with red eyes.
"My master is serious. I don't need you to go through mountains of swords or seas of fire. My request is very simple for you, that is, to raise this child into a grown-up." As he said that, the old man gently patted the baby in his arms, with a smile on his face.
I felt a deep sense of reluctance.
Yan Wu glanced at the baby and asked doubtfully: "Senior, why don't you bring him up yourself? At the senior level, you can definitely train it into a new generation of strong men."
"Is this something you should know? You just need to understand that the more you know, the faster you will die." The old man's face was not very pretty, but his tone was still calm.
"Senior taught me a lesson, taught me a lesson!" Yan Wu apologized immediately, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
"Okay, I'll take my leave now. You have to remember that if anything happens to this child, you will be buried with him in Qingshan City!" The old man carefully handed the baby to Yan Wu, then touched the baby's head, and held it in his arms.
He turned around reluctantly and said coldly.
"Senior, don't worry, as long as I, Yan Wu, am still alive, I won't let anyone hurt him!" This time Yan Wu did not put on a noble look, but just made a promise with his life as a guarantee in a gentle tone.
Yan Wu had no children. After his beloved wife passed away, he never looked for her again. Having a son was something he had always fantasized about.
The old man walked to the door and said without looking back: "Remember, his name is Rong Que, don't let him practice Qi."
At this time, neither the old man nor Yan Wu noticed that a drop of pure crystal tears slowly flowed from the corner of the baby's eyes.
After the old man left, Yan Wu coaxed the baby, and then he saw the ring the old man left on the table. He walked over to pick it up with the baby in his arms and was stunned for a moment.
"This, this is a storage ring? Such a precious thing can be given away casually. Who is this senior?" Yan Wu recognized the owner of the storage ring with anticipation and checked the items inside.
It doesn't matter at this point, and I almost jumped up with excitement. There are three scrolls stored in it. The first is Yuan-level high-level Qigong, the second is Yuan-level high-level mental skills, and the third is even more amazing, the basic level of Immortal level.
Mental method.
On this continent, qi training has developed to a peak level after countless generations of efforts, and simple routes such as mental methods and qigong can be found from qi training.
The mental method can record the cultivation methods of predecessors and integrate them into a complete cultivation system, which can save future generations from making many detours, and can be passed down from generation to generation and continue forever.
Qigong, unbelievably, uses the spiritual energy obtained from Qi training to convert into different attack moves, which are much more powerful than simply using spiritual energy to attack.
However, people in different realms will pass on different levels of mental methods or qigong due to different cultivation paths and realms. The levels are divided into five major classes: Heaven, Dao, Immortal, Yuan, and Mortal. Each major class is divided into high-level and intermediate-level.
, three small classes at the elementary level.
Heaven-level mental skills and qigong have disappeared in this continent. It is said that they are the levels practiced by ancient immortals. Tao-level mental skills are also rare. The three levels commonly used on the mainland are immortal, Yuan and Fan. Even if
That's right, the immortal-level mental skills are also hard to find, and the mortal-level ones are the most common.
Now, the Immortal Level Mental Technique is in his own hands, which makes Yan Wu feel like he is in a fog. Even if the Immortal Level Mental Technique is elementary, it is several notches better than the Yuan Level High-level Mental Technique.
Make him feel happy?
Such a surprise made him excited and kissed Xiao Rongque's pink little face hard.
A clan meeting was immediately held and the elders were called.
When the elders knew that the Yan Mansion possessed two volumes of Yuan-level high-level Qigong and mental skills, as well as a rare immortal-level elementary mental skills, the entire council hall suddenly became lively. Of course, Yan Wu would not be stupid enough to tell that old man
He came out and just found an excuse to temporarily avoid the origin of the scroll. Although the elders definitely did not believe it, no one who was not discerning would come out to talk about it at this time.
Then he took advantage of today's happiness to adopt the name of a son, and naturally placed Xiao Rongque in front of everyone. No one had any objection. After all, it was just an adopted son, so just accept it.
, no big deal.
After a heavy drunkenness, he asked the maids to take Xiao Rongque back to rest, while he pondered over the three scrolls and the immortal-level mental techniques in his study. If he left them alone without practicing, he would be so itchy that he could not sleep.