Shitan City is located in the southernmost part of Hanyue Kingdom. Although it is a big city, it is no different from other remote towns. It is the role of grandma who does not love and uncle does not love.
Also because of its remote location, not only are wars frequent here and every family is enlisted in the army, but there is also an extreme shortage of supplies. Adult men who have not joined the army will go to the mountains to hunt and collect medicine to supplement their family income.
And in war, how can there be no death?
How could there be missing bodies when hunting in the mountains?
Therefore, this also resulted in the existence of many orphans, and the Yilong Hall in the city was a habitat established for those homeless children in the city.
Righteousness is a manifestation of the righteousness of the people in the city and the city guards.
Long hopes that these children will have a bright future.
This is how the name Yilongtang came about.
Simple and pure, this is the nobility of the edge town.
At this moment, the leader of Yilong Hall, also the lord of Shitan City, was reprimanding a teenage boy.
"Fang Yun, tomorrow is the New Year's Day, and this is also your last chance. Do you understand?" City Lord Xu San said with a cold face.
The young man Fang Yun lowered his head slightly: "General, I understand."
In this Shitan City, the city lord Xu San is also the general of the guard army. The children of Yilong Hall have been trained by the city guard since they were young, so most of the children in the hall like to call him general.
Xu San slammed the tea cup: "Do you understand? You understand nothing!"
"It's been three years, it's been three years! Do you know how much pressure I've been under in the past three years? Do you know how much brainpower I've spent on hiding you in the past three years? Do you know you?"
Fang Yun stared at his toes, with a bored look on his face, but his tone was extremely sincere: "I understand the general's efforts. Thank you general for your preference for Fang Yun."
"If we don't succeed this time, I will listen to the general and go to the capital! I will never let my wish make it difficult for the general again!"
After that, he bowed deeply and performed a junior salute. When he stood up, he wiped his eyes, looking extremely ashamed.
Seeing Fang Yun like this, Xu San sighed and said: "Well, it's not difficult for me to do anything, but it's nothing. You are the one I've seen since childhood. Your martial arts talent is extremely high. You became Yilong at the age of twelve. As the leader of the Tang Army, even some veterans in the army are no match for you. Moreover, the ability to lead troops is far better than mine. Such a talent..."
"If you go to the capital to further your studies and then join the military, your future achievements will definitely far exceed mine. I really don't want you to stick to one thing and waste your good years in vain."
Fang Yun raised his head, pointed at his chest and said, "General, I understand what you mean. I just want to give it a try, otherwise I won't give in."
Xu San looked at Fang Yun's indifferent smile and chuckled: "It seems that you have indeed grown a lot this year, haha, then I wish you all the best!"
"Thank you, General. Fang Yun will retire."
Fang Yun performed a military salute and was about to leave, but was stopped by Xu San: "Wait a minute."
"General, is there anything else you need me to do?"
Xu Sanlao blushed and seemed a little embarrassed. He turned around and said, "Write down a boxing manual for the Tai Chi you created, and then bring it to me. Make it more detailed."
"No problem, I'll mark every point and key point for you. Oh, that's right! I will try to make it as simple as possible, don't worry!" Fang Yun ran away before he finished speaking. That smile is called a brilliant one.
"You brat! Stop, you're itchy, aren't you? Have you forgotten how I dealt with you when you were a kid? Grandma's..." Xu San scolded angrily with a straight face, but there was no trace of anger at all, and he still laughed while cursing. out.
"This boy's temperament has changed a lot compared to before. There is no need to worry about going to extremes."
As Fang Yun listened to Xu San's scolding, the smile slowly faded from his slightly handsome face, and a hint of complexity quietly appeared.
He is an orphan who was picked up by Xu San on a cold snowy night. For him, Xu San is far from being a general. He has a strong father-like role in him.
Xu San's concern made him feel warm and a little guilty at the same time.
"This is all fate..."
Fang Yun has practiced martial arts since he was a child and has been influenced by military culture. He has a clean and neat military style, walking with wind and standing like a bell.
In addition, the rough shirt can't hide his toned body. Everyone who sees him has to praise the young man!
However, the moment he entered the room and closed the door, this good boy's temperament completely changed.
Fang Yun paced around the room with his shoulders drooped, sometimes looking up at the sky, sometimes drooping his head and shaking his head, and kept mumbling.
"Wori, damn it. What the hell is going on?"
"What a sin, my dear mother! Fanfanfanfan..."
Just like a second-rate person, I walked around the room more than a dozen times, as if I didn't feel like it was enough. So I walked to the desk, took out a pen and paper and wrote quickly.
"My name is Fang Yun. This is the 367th day since I came to this world. Tomorrow will be the first anniversary of my coming here..."
As Fang Yun wrote more and more, he gradually understood the reasons for his polarization.
Fang Yun originally lived on a planet called Earth and was a senior real estate sales manager in Jiangnan City, China. With outstanding performance, generous salary, dozens of people in charge, and surrounded by beautiful women, life is very comfortable.
But at a company team building event, he drank too much and fell asleep with his female colleague after drinking too much. Who would have thought that as soon as he woke up, he would come to Qingyun Continent and be possessed by a young man with the same name...
In the words of Di Di Fang Yun, it was a "big mansion" of more than 200 square meters that he spent a lot of money to buy in vain. It was really sad and tearful!
And this Qingyun Continent is not ordinary. It is no different from the time travel novels he read when he was on Earth. It is a gorgeous and colorful world!
The beasts here are more ferocious and tall, rats can be bigger than dogs, and cats can eat tigers; the people here are physically stronger, and it is easier to practice martial arts; martial arts are prevalent here, and everything is full of strangeness.
And more importantly, there are immortals here!
Here, everyone, regardless of gender, has a chance to become an immortal cultivator. On the New Year's Eve when the child reaches the age of twelve, people from the Immortal Cultivation Sect will come to check his spiritual roots, which is to guide his spirit.
As long as you have spiritual roots, you can fly to the sky and escape from the earth to do anything!
As long as you have spiritual roots, you will never enter the mortal world and live as long as heaven and earth!
Some even joked that as long as you have spiritual roots, even your dog will be enshrined in a temple!
But having said that, how many people in the past and present have been able to leap over the Dragon Gate and get the chance to become immortals?
Speaking of Shitan City alone, although it is only a city, it has a vast territory covering thousands of miles and a population of millions. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a smaller county. For thousands of years, there have only been three people!
Therefore, for most people, becoming an immortal is just a legendary dream, and attracting spirits is just a formality.
He has been known as a martial arts genius since he was a child. He naturally feels that he is different and his spiritual roots naturally exist in him. It's a pity that no one in Shitan City succeeded in attracting spirits when he was twelve years old, and naturally neither did he.
He was extremely lost, as if he had been knocked down from the top of a cloud.
However, there is also a certain explanation for how to guide spirits, although it all starts at the age of twelve, and most people with spiritual roots are also tested and found out in this year. But there are still very few people who were tested to have spiritual roots in the second or even third year. It's just that the probability... is hard to describe!
Fang Yun obviously harbored this illusory extravagant hope and had a contingency in mind.
But everything backfired, and the second year didn’t succeed either!
Last year's New Year's Day was also the day when the earth's square clouds passed through.
Different from ordinary time-travel and rebirth novels, Qingyun and Fangyun were disappointed, but they did not die of depression. They just went back to their rooms to rest early. Earth Fang Yun also knew that this Fang Yun was not dead, but had fallen asleep just like him, so he defined this as time travel rather than rebirth, but he still used to call it a past life.
At this moment, Fang Yun became more and more impatient as he wrote, and his handwriting became more and more sloppy.
"What should I do, what should I do? I can feel his will affecting me, and I am very worried about how to attract spirits tomorrow. I am so panicked now..."
"Rebirth and time travel novels are deceptive and unreliable! Didn't they say that the will of the reborn person will prevail over the will of the reborn person? And my experience of more than thirty years can't overcome this child?"
"It's a shame I paid so much money to see... What's Feng Ling, Yue Guan, bah!"
Fang Yun was depressed in his heart, so he had to vent it on paper and embody it in words.
But he didn't know that the fusion of two consciousnesses, the fusion of two experiences, the merger of Earth Fang Yun and Qingyun Fang Yun into one.
This is the natural scene.
But Fang Yun didn't care, he just vented his frustration, writing eloquently all over the rice paper before ending.
Then he sat on the chair with a sad face, tore the rice paper into strips, then put it in his mouth and ate it.
Um! Just eat it!
After all, who the serious person keeps a diary?
Secrets should be kept forever
