Back mountain courtyard.
Outside the brocade pavilion with deep bamboos, the shade of the trees makes the breeze cool in summer.
The old man holding a young branch was sitting on a futon in the pavilion with his eyes closed and meditating, with incense curling up beside him. Under the shade of a tree outside the pavilion, the young Zi Can was concentrating on reading. The other courtyard was quiet and quiet, with only his husband and his student.
The entire hill is covered by a mysterious formation, gathering spiritual energy in the other courtyard, quietly improving the foundation of Zican.
A cool bamboo mat, a desk, a futon, as well as fairy books and swords on the table.
Studying is boring, but the content in the book makes the little boy deeply immersed in it. There is no rotten things in the book, and there is no concept of compassion for others. Cultivation is secondary, and hegemony is the main focus.
There was an insect in the bamboo forest outside the pavilion about to chirp. Suddenly, a green bamboo leaf was nailed to the bamboo silently and instantly, cutting the insect into two pieces.
The old man in Jinting retracted his finger.
On the first and fifteenth day of every lunar month, professors train students, and the rest of the time they study by themselves. How can they be allowed to be disturbed by ants and insects?
Zican, who was concentrating on his study, concentrated his attention and did not notice that an insect had died inexplicably.
Looking at the student, the old man stroked his beard and seemed to be smiling.
When a catastrophe occurs, countless people with good fortune must be born in response to the catastrophe. Some are strong and some are weak. However, before they are born, they are destined to be the final protagonists of the catastrophe. The struggle in the later stages is equally important, but their starting points are different due to their different origins and good conditions. Those with poor conditions will have to work hard to become a supporting role.
The mysterious old man might not bother and just choose the most suitable training.
Choosing Zican proved to be the right one.
Born with intelligence, genius-like cultivation aptitude, and able to endure hardship.
The most important thing is that family background can save a lot of trouble.
Being a descendant of the Yin Shang can gain the righteousness of fighting for hegemony, which seems to have nothing to do with the cultivation strength, but sometimes the false name can play an unimaginable role.
It’s not scary to be from a good background and have good qualifications. What’s scary is that you are smart and can endure hardships.
if……
If you can have the ability to see through the past and the future, why bother to make calculations.
In a trance, I feel as if I have returned to a distant ancient era. It was an era of mythical beasts and ferocious beasts. It was not as stable as it is today, but it was the most brilliant and magnificent. Although it is good now, it is always a bit boring, numb and decayed, like a pool of stagnant water.
History is all clouds and smoke of the past.
Today, we can only get a glimpse of those years in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
Thinking of the incredible ability to look at the past and the future, one can never ignore the Dragon Court that was destroyed in ancient times. As a participant, the old man has always felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart. The final outcome of the Dragon Court was beyond the expectations of all the planners, especially the reputation. The whereabouts of the Longting Emperor and Empress are unknown, which feels like a thorn in my heart.
It is said that the eyes of the emperor and the empress can look at the past and the future...
Many people participated in the destruction of the Dragon Court, but very few survived. Although it was tragic, it successfully ended the rampage of the sacred beasts and created opportunities for the human race to rise.
I recalled a lot at once.
It wasn't until he noticed someone approaching that he sighed and exited the memory.
It was Zi Can's father and Zi Qi who came. They were afraid of disturbing the old immortal's peace and did not bring their servants with them. They walked through the winding path to the other courtyard with their thoughts full of thoughts.
Before long, Zican also heard the sound of his father's footsteps and looked up at the teacher.
The old man shook the green branches gently, and Zi Can, who was studying, seemed to be isolated from the rest of the world.
He couldn't hear any sounds from outside, and all he saw was the teacher taking a nap. He thought that the previous footsteps were an illusion.
The old man, who was not suitable for his age, waved his hand as delicate as a baby. There was a low table and tea set in the pavilion. The kettle boiled, tea leaves were poured in, and a cup of tea was poured slowly.
Ziqi, the governor of Moyi, bowed his head slightly and came to Jinting.
Glancing at his son, he saw that the colorful stream of light was covering him up, and he knew it was a divine trick, probably to avoid delaying his studies.
Bow and bow.
"Shangxian, this junior has important matters that cannot be decided."
Hearing this, the old man smiled and sipped tea.
Cold sweat broke out on Zi Qi's back. The old god didn't refuse or help for reference. This...
He gritted his teeth and continued.
"The royal family is fatuous, the princes from all walks of life are fighting endlessly, and evil spirits are raging. Zi Qi cannot bear the suffering of the people and wants to send out troops to kill all the evildoers, so as to find a way for the people of Li to survive. He also asks for the guidance of the immortal."
Zi Qi knew that he was not the son of luck, but his son was, so he wanted to lay the foundation as much as possible while his health was still good, so that that day would come as soon as possible.
He bent down, lowered his head, and waited for a long time without hearing the god's reply.
His throat was trembling, and sweat from his temples slid down his cheeks to his chin and dropped again. He couldn't guess what the immortal was thinking.
In order to buy more time for his son, Zi Qi hoped to get advice from the old god on the timing of sending troops, the direction of attack, or to recruit the help of experts.
Now I'm a little confused.
After a long time, the old man finally spoke.
"I once said that it is better to strive for self-improvement than to pray for gods and immortals."
He pondered for a moment.
"Remember, you can't place your hopes on gods and demons. The decision-making power must be in your own hands. Otherwise, you will always be a puppet slave at your mercy."
Zi Qi, who was bowing down, was stunned, followed by shock and deep guilt.
"Junior... Junior... the Immortal is truly a saint!"
In the past, although Zi Qi was respectful on the surface, deep down he felt a strange sense of transaction with the gods.
He relies on the abilities of the gods to obtain the capital for hegemony, while the gods rely on their own forces to obtain the luck and destiny needed to improve their cultivation. Everyone just takes what they need.
I really didn’t expect that this old god who has always refused to reveal his name has the heart of a saint.
His words were like thunder, and his spirit of selfless dedication made Ziqi feel deeply guilty. He was moved and called him a saint.
The old god was still stroking his beard and smiling.
With a pop, Ziqi knelt down and kowtowed, his official hat and feathers touching the ground.
This time I was really convinced.
"Get up, there is an old saying in the world that a man has gold at his knees, alas..."
"Yes, I will follow the instructions of the Immortal."
This time Zi Qi stood up and straightened his back a lot.
The old man took a sip of fragrant tea.
"When there are hard-to-make decisions, you can only think of your own solutions. Never place your hopes on gods, demons, demons, or monsters. I can only guide you but cannot make decisions for you. This is God's will, and I am also following the way of Heaven."
"Junior understands, saints are righteous."
"Shan, when will the seal of that secret realm be opened?"
"It will take some time, saint. Could it be that the secret realm is...is..."
Mentioning the ancient ruins of the Holy Mountain, Ziqi was in awe and wanted to confirm whether it was as guessed. If it was confirmed, then how to contact him next would be a problem. Without mentioning his ancestors, there was no similar incident found throughout the history of the human race. .
The old man nodded carefully.
"The ancient overlord-level species was thought to be extinct, but unexpectedly it is still alive. It is indeed an immortal phoenix."
Zi Qi's heart beat hard again. He was fighting for hegemony. Why did he provoke these unfathomable ancient creatures...
The water vapor in the fragrant tea was misty, and it was difficult to see the old man's expression clearly.
"They hold a treasure that will help you succeed."
"saint……"
Ziqi could not imagine what a treasure it was.
There was a hint of cruelty and coldness in the depths of the old man's eyes, but he concealed it very well.
"It's a pity that the time has not come yet. In addition to the Phoenix, the former lord of all realms should also pay attention. The appearance of the dragon and the phoenix will add more help. Yes, it is the Dragon Clan, the only dragon girl who has ever appeared in the world. She is very likely to control a huge army. Elite army.”
"this……"
"Zi Can has a long way to go in the future. We must lay a foundation for him. In a few days, I will go on a trip to find treasures for Zi Can to improve his qualifications. Don't be lazy, go as soon as possible."
He waved his hand to indicate that all that needed to be said was said.
"Yes, junior, take your leave."
The excited Zi Qi left with his head held high, and what followed would be a battle with almost no end in sight.
At the entrance of the other courtyard, the immortal deer looked at the courtyard and then at the humans leaving in the distance, lowered his head and continued to eat the spiritual grass.
