In the south of the Chu State, a mountain that stretches for thousands of miles, adjacent to the Southern Wilderness Demon Domain.

The mountains are steep, the cliffs are craggy, and the countless dangerous peaks are towering, exceeding thousands of feet, like a giant sword standing on the earth, straight into the sea of clouds, to poke the sky out of the hole.

The surface forest is lush and luxuriant, the ancient trees that several people can hug grow very well, towering from the ground, millions, build a boundless forest sea together, from time to time there are healthy shadows shuttling in it, coming and going like the wind, accompanied by bursts of fierce beasts roaring, fierce birds roaring, endlessly.

It's not even the Southern Wasteland Boundary, but it's not uncommon to have a lot of desolate species.

The evil python with spiral-shaped horns, more than 100 zhang long, a fine scale armor glowing with metallic luster, flickering cold, twisting its huge body and winding along, plowing a deep groove, stretching all the way.

The three-clawed strange bird was covered in green flames, and its wings flapped enough to cover the sky and the sun, shaking off the sparks as dense as raindrops, and setting a large forest on fire.

The blue-eyed giant lion, the size of a mountain, with long white hair like snow without a trace of variegation, can completely suck a certain river tributary clean with one mouth, and there is no swelling in the chest and abdomen......

It should be an inaccessible place, but a few wisps of cooking smoke suddenly rise, and you can see it from miles away.

In a canyon surrounded by mountains on three sides, there are villages built by the water, with shrubs to fence up, enclosing several acres of land, among which there are more than 10 families scattered and scattered.

At the mouth of the valley, there is a stone tablet of equal height, which has been beaten by the wind and rain for unknown years, and has been smoothed by the wind and frost of the years, and has long been smooth and bright, and the blue-black moss covers most of the tablet body, and it is vaguely seen that there is the word "Shen Yin" engraved on it.

The mountain village is called Shenyin.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, there was a little boy sitting cross-legged on the stump, his eyes closed, his hand knotted with a lotus seal in front of his abdomen, his little face was full of solemnity that did not match his age, his breath was long and orderly, and after a while, a mist could be seen in the void, and he entered his body with the flow of breath.

The boy felt it, and was busy gathering his mind, and there were words in his mouth, and the aura that was about to escape in his body was immediately pulled by an invisible force, gathered into a ball in his chest, and then continued to compress and solidify until it was only the thickness of an embroidery needle, and under his guidance, he suddenly plunged into a node where the meridians intersected.

This extremely dense aura needle should have been able to travel unimpeded in the meridians, even if there is dirt and blockage, it will definitely be able to break through in one fell swoop, no more difficult than piercing a blank piece of paper, but in fact, Ren Boy's face turned red, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, but he has never been able to drive this aura forward in the slightest, and there seems to be an invisible iron wall hidden in the meridians, which not only blocks the way of the aura, but also resists his cultivation before the spiritual realm.

The boy still gritted his teeth, tried his best to control the aura, and attacked this invisible pass again and again, but unfortunately all ended in failure.

In less than half a pillar of incense, the boy's heartstrings, which had always been tense, suddenly loosened, and the hard-won spiritual qi dissipated into nothingness, and a feeling of soreness spread from the meridians to the whole body.

The boy who was like an old monk finally opened his eyes, although he had long been accustomed to the weakness and pain caused by this kind of failure to rush through the level, a layer of fine beads of sweat could not help but appear on his forehead, the blood color of his little face had faded, and his eyes were dull.

"It's been nearly two years, how can my cultivation still not improve, a month ago, Xiaolian and Ah Niu Ke both broke through to the Spirit Attraction Realm one after another, overtaking me..."

The boy was full of frustration and had no way to vent it, so he had to rub his neat short hair, and said to himself: "If it continues like this, I'm afraid that even the little marquis will have to show off his power on my side..."

Just as the boy was secretly distressed, a voice that was extremely magnetic, but as cold as the cold wind of the northland, floated from behind him.

"Yun'er, dinner is ready. ”

The person who shouted was a handsome man with a majestic figure, his face was like a crown of jade, the bridge of his nose was straight, his lips were as thin as a sword's edge, not only did he not show femininity, but he had more momentum without anger and self-authority, and his eyes were as deep and distant as the night sky, as if he could accommodate the starry sky.

This rare beautiful man in the world, with a young face, has not yet been able to stand, but he is born early, more than half of his hair is dull gray, incompatible with his appearance, his expression is indifferent, and he can't find the slightest trace of joy, anger and sorrow, and his temperament is indifferent and cold, just like a piece of ice that will not melt for thousands of years.

"Okay! Uncle Jiang!"

The boy replied, moved neatly, jumped up, patted the dust off his buttocks, and left with the middle-aged man.

The boy's name is Luo Yun, and he is eight years old before he is half a decade old, and his memories of his parents are completely blank.

For a long time, he didn't even have the concept of "parents" in his head.

It's just that as I get older, I see a boy and a woman with my playmates of the same age, I will be scolded and punished when I am naughty and naughty, I will be appreciated and encouraged when I am obedient and well-behaved, I will ask for warmth when the weather changes, and I will return home together when twilight is approaching, Luo Yun also realized that his "home" is different from other people, and vaguely formed the concept of "parents".

If you don't know about it, forget it, knowing that there are actually "parents" in the world, Luo Yun naturally asked Uncle Jiang about his life experience, but the other party was silent from beginning to end and did not answer.

In the next half a year, at most several times a day, or once a few days, Luo Yun would ask Uncle Jiang every once in a while.

"Do I look like my father or my mother?"

"Is my mother as spicy as Aunt Niu, or as gentle and virtuous as Aunt Hou?"

It's just that Luo Yun didn't get any answers to these questions, and in the end, Uncle Jiang estimated that he was annoyed, so he waved his hand and said to him, "The time has not come."

I can't help but feel depressed in my heart, but I don't dare to have resentment.

In the past eight years, the two of them can be said to have been together day and night, not blood relatives, but better than blood relatives, don't look at Uncle Jiang's appearance of being a stranger, in fact, Luo Yun's care is meticulous, from reading and reading, down to living and eating, and even changing diapers when he was a child, feeding and other trivial matters, all of which are handled by Uncle Jiang.

Luo Yun is no longer bored with himself, so he can only put this thought of his flesh and blood relatives on his cultivation.

Since the age of five, no matter the wind, snow, rain or shine, there is no day when he is not up early and greedy for darkness, and he never stops cultivating, swallowing himself into his stomach when there is suffering and tears, and no matter how painful and bitter he is, he has not complained for more than half a sentence.