When Yunzheng regained consciousness, she found herself in a mysterious space.
When she saw the scene in front of her clearly, she was suddenly stunned, because the scene from her previous life appeared in front of her, which was an ancestral hall with a large ancient martial arts clan.
She was about to take two steps, but was suddenly jolted by something, and the next moment she cried like a baby.
"Wow wow wow..."
Yunzheng noticed something unusual and immediately looked at her hands.
Her pupils shrank slightly, and her hands turned into white and tender chubby hands, which looked like the hands she had when she was a baby in her previous life.
At this time, a majestic voice belonging to an old man sounded from behind her, "Is this the doll you picked up deep in the jungle?"
"Yes, father." Another young voice sounded, "I have calculated it. She is destined to me, and I plan to raise her."
Yunzheng's heart skipped a beat and her body stiffened slightly. She slowly looked back and looked upwards. She saw an old man with short white hair and a cane, with a narrow face. She seemed to notice that Yunzheng was looking at him.
, he lowered his head and his eyes fell on her as sharply as a hawk.
The old man said coldly: "Then just keep it."
He said it so calmly, it was no different than raising a kitten or puppy.
"Thank you, father."
The person speaking was a man in his thirties or forties. He had a face with a Chinese character and prominent scars on his eyebrows. He was wearing a black robe with the word "cloud" embroidered on the cuffs. He looked fierce at first glance.
After the white-haired old man left with his crutches on his back, the man with the Chinese character squatted down and picked up Yunzheng expressionlessly.
His big calloused palms kept patting Xiao Yunzheng's back.
He looked down at her, Xiao Yunzheng's eyes were big and seemed to be filled with starlight as she looked at him, her mouth was small but bright red, and her face was so white and tender that it was hard to dislike her.
"Who threw this beautiful child..." He murmured with emotion, "I'll give you a name, just..."
Somehow, these two words suddenly appeared in his mind: "Yun Zheng."
"Ah eh eh eh hoo..." Xiao Yunzheng danced for joy after hearing this, and seemed very satisfied with the name chosen by the man with the Chinese character face.
"From now on, I, Yun Tianlan, will be your father."
There was a hint of smile on Yun Tianlan's fierce appearance, and he quickly disappeared. He was seen holding her while walking into the clan's ancestral hall.
Along the way, Yunzheng kept staring at Yun Tianlan's face, her eyes slightly red, and she couldn't help but shed tears as she smiled.
With a 'pop' sound, tears fell on the man's arm. He looked sideways at her and raised his rough fingers to wipe away the tears from the corners of Xiao Yunzheng's eyes.
He sighed softly, "Little Yunzheng."
"Don't cry casually anymore."
"Tears can be directed at loved ones, but not against enemies. To your enemies, this is a sign of cowardice and surrender. To your loved ones, tears can become strength, and they can also become the greatest sharp edge."
"This is the first principle I teach you, do you understand?"
Yunzheng nodded, looked straight at him, choked with sobs and forced a smile. She raised her hand to touch his face...
‘Pah——’
The scene changed, and she, who was only four or five years old, was slapped hard.
With a "clang" sound, Xiao Yunzheng was hit on the table and chair, and his forehead hit the corner of the table hard. In an instant, he was bruised, red and swollen, and there was faint blood leaking out.
The white-haired old man said with a cold expression, "You disaster star, if you hadn't gone to the ancestral temple and touched that taboo, how could our cultivating Yun family lose to the Ning family?!"
In the country of China, there is a hidden clan land, and there are two major cultivation families, namely the Xuanzhu Yun family and the Gu Wuning family.
The two races compete every ten years to divide up more cultivation resources.
The little girl's delicate little face was stained with blood, and her forehead was bruised and swollen. She anxiously crawled in front of the white-haired old man.
She wanted to explain, "Master, no..." That is not a scourge, but another secret technique of cultivation - pupil technique.
Before she could finish speaking, her back was hit hard by a cane.
"ah--"
The little girl screamed suddenly, accompanied by the sound of her back breaking. The little girl was convulsing in pain and lay on the ground unable to get up.
"Master..." The little girl's face suddenly turned pale, she raised her eyes to look at him with red eyes, her eyes were full of expectation, and she cried out with difficulty, "I... am not the disaster star!"
The tribesmen in the lobby looked on with cold eyes, and even secretly shouted in their hearts that the fight was well done.
How come a bastard who doesn't have the blood of their Yun family masters more mystical arts than they do? She is only five years old.
The white-haired old man seemed tired and said in a deep voice: "It's useless to talk too much. Get out of the Yun family! You will not be allowed to step into the Yun family in the future!"
The little girl's body stiffened, her expression was dull, and the hope in her eyes was cruelly wiped out.
"Get out of here, you bastard!"
"It's a great honor for you to be an abandoned daughter of an ordinary mortal family and come to our Yun family to eat and drink for five years, hahaha..."
"Yun Tianlan doesn't want you as a disaster star anymore!"
"..."
At this moment, a tall shadow enveloped her, and the sounds in the lobby suddenly stopped.
A big calloused palm touched the little girl's back, followed by waves of numbness, which relieved the pain.
"Father." The little girl's eyelashes trembled slightly.
The man with a Chinese-shaped face was half-kneeling, looking sharply at the white-haired old man. An inexplicable sense of oppression swept through the entire lobby.
Under the shocked gaze of the white-haired old man, Yun Tianlan said calmly.
"I, Yun Tianlan, betrayed the Yun family."
"It's just because of this bastard..." the white-haired old man said angrily.
"She is my son. Thank you for your kindness in raising me. Without your kindness in raising me, I am afraid I would be..."
The man opened his mouth expressionlessly and said three words.
The white-haired old man's pupils suddenly dilated, fear surged in his heart, he was angry and frightened, and his body stumbled unsteadily.
Yun Tianlan lowered his head and carefully picked up the little girl. With a strong aura, he walked out of the lobby step by step.
At this moment, the little girl was nestled in Yun Tianlan's arms. Her tone was indescribably mature. She said slowly: "I finally know the truth. It turns out...Daddy, you have always been by my side."
One of her previous doubts was finally answered. Why did her father Yun Tianlan in her previous life treat her so well and was willing to betray the Yun family for her? It turned out...
Yun Tianlan is Yun Junyue.
In Yun Tianlan's body, the soul consciousness belonging to Yun Junyue gradually awakens. However, once he fully awakens, Yun Tianlan's body will die.
She didn't know exactly what trick her father, Yun Junyue, had used to come to China so many years before her.
Yun Tianlan seemed to feel something and looked at her.
At that moment, the picture was like a mirror shattering layer by layer.