A heavy sky, steep because of the mainland, the southwest corner of the palace

Seven hundred years of the Qianqing Dynasty

"Uh~ah!"

There were bursts of painful shouts in the room, and a middle-aged man was pacing anxiously outside the door, "Madame, nothing will happen to you, why is there no news after so long, this is the only seedling of my Wang Tower." ”

"Oh, sir, don't worry. "Yes, yes. Both the maid and the family comforted.

At this time, a wisp of remnant soul in the delivery room lost its last spiritual power and fell on the woman's stomach, gradually integrating into the woman's body. The midwife anxiously instructed the maid to hand over cotton cloth and hot water.

"Wow~Wow~Wow~" The milky cry broke the anxiety of the delivery room.

"Hey, it's born!" the midwife shouted as she wrapped the baby in a cloth, "Master Wang, Mrs. Wang, it's a boy!"

Mrs. let out a long breath and fell weakly on the bed, Wang Ta opened the door and took the child to the woman's side: "Hey~Ya! Tong'er! Our Wang family has a queen! It's all your credit, you've worked hard for ten months." ”

There was a burst of shouts outside the door: "Brother Tower, how is the child?"

"Hehe, it's Lao Luo, I'll go see him. After Wang Ta finished speaking to the woman, he trotted out with the child in his arms.

"Oops, this little cutie. This little face is so fat~" Lao Luo teased the child, but the child looked indifferently at this strange bald slightly chubby man making a grimace in front of him. "Eh, Brother Ta, have you figured out what name this doll will be?" asked Lao Luo.

"Not yet, Lao Luo, you are educated, give our Lao Wang's son a good name. ”

"Hah! That's, my teacher Luo has to give our virtuous nephew a straight name!" Old Luo laughed, "Hmm...... Wang Pagoda ...... Tower...... The tower stands tall in the wind and rain, as stable as Mount Tai, the son of the king's tower...... The son of the tower ~ the son of the tower, how about the name Wang Wenwen?"

Wang Ta muttered: "The son of the tower ~ Wang Wenwen! Good name! It is worthy of Mr. Luo, the name is so straight to the point!"

Hahaha!Hahaha!Doll, you have a name!

In the dead of night, the baby looked at his parents who had fallen asleep and sighed, "What's the situation, how did I reincarnate in an ordinary person, ah! My aura is gone! Can't even save most of my memories of this remnant soul? Huairen, you are so cunning! I will take revenge for this revenge!"

Wang Wenwen silently thought about revenge, while making future plans, "Hmm~ I have to find someone to ask how many heavens this is, why is the aura so thin, it is far worse than the nine heavens! Huairen may still have a back hand, I ambush him, forbear a wave, and cultivate in secret. ”

Time flies, fifteen years later

Wang Wenwen secretly practiced luckily, while trying to practice the method of spitting when immortals, but the mortal body is too weak, it is difficult to gather and bear the power of immortal arts, but the accumulation of fifteen years has also accumulated a lot of aura, and the physique is also much stronger than ordinary people, hey~ It seems that I have to find a mortal method that suits me to practice first.

At the same time, in life, the story told to me by my parents has gradually become clear to the world, it turns out that the land under my feet is called the Steep Cause Continent, and the palace where they are located is just the White Cliff City in the southwest corner of the continent. There are legends of immortals and cultivating immortals everywhere on the mainland, so many people with cultivation talent are practicing to become immortals, and their parents are also people who practice martial arts. But because of the thin aura, there are only ten people in White Cliff City who have achieved great exercises, let alone those who have ascended to immortals. "Heh~ Cultivating immortals? The aura of this world is so thin, it is not easy to cultivate immortals. Wang Wenwen thought.

And when Wang Wenwen asked his parents how many days it was, their reaction was what are you talking about?

...... That's it, it seems that the realm of parents can understand that this continent is already very good, Wang Wenwen was thinking like this, there was a sound of kicking outside the courtyard gate, Wang Wenwen had not yet gotten up, and the family members had already set up a posture in the courtyard. Wang Ta scurried out of the hall with a brisk stride, and the door had been kicked open. Everyone looked at it: outside the door, a gorgeously dressed boy with a short stick was smiling at the housekeepers in the door.

Directly, the son-in-law bent down contently, sang to Wang Ta, and said with a smile: "Little nephew Zhang Fuzhang Bujing to Uncle Wang to say goodbye." ”

Wang Ta snorted coldly: "Hmph, the little ghost of Zhang Xixi's family, what's the matter with coming to the door?"

Zhang Bujing snorted and said, "My father asked me to tell my uncle, don't forget the Sifu Martial Arts Meeting in two months, your Wang family is a child with mediocre qualifications, hurry up and admit defeat!"

"You, don't be too arrogant!"

Zhang Bujing looked into the house regardless of Wang Ta's anger: "Oh, where is the virtuous brother, let the elder brother see, and then the brother will be light! Haha, uncle Wanfu, the little nephew retires~"

Wang Wenwen listened to everything that happened in the courtyard in the house, and the aura in his hand gradually gathered, glowing with a purple faint light. Hey~Okay~ It's good to abuse dishes occasionally.

The second day, early in the morning

Wang Ta called Wang Wenwen early, looked at the sleepy-eyed Wang Wenwen and said earnestly: "Steady, I didn't expect you to take on the heavy responsibility of the family early, you can't mess around from today." As a father, I will supervise your cultivation today, and our Wang family will definitely not lose the martial arts meeting in two months!"

"What's going on, Daddy, what's going to happen in the martial arts?"

"Hey~ It's not okay for my father, I let your mother conceive you so late" Wang Ta sighed and said, "Twenty years ago, our Wang, Zhang, Liu, and Zhao families fought for cultivation resources, and in the end, the Zhang family won and got seventy percent of the resources of the storm jungle outside Baiya City, and the remaining three percent were divided equally between the three of us, which led to the Zhang family's dominance. Two months later, the martial arts will officially compete for cultivation resources again The four of us will compete for cultivation resources again, each family will send a descendant, whoever wins can divide the resource area again, so steady, you must cultivate well in these two months!"

Wang Wenwen was a little speechless, he knew that he was going to be a martial artist, so why did you go earlier, but he still pretended not to understand anything and asked, "That~ Are the other three people amazing?"

"Our cultivators are divided into: martial artists, qi practitioners, cultivators, knots, gods, entering the Tao, Taishang, each realm is divided into upper, middle and lower three realms, it is rumored that there are masters in the imperial city who surpass the Taishang realm, but who knows! Hahaha, let's not think about it!" Wang Ta paused and said, "Dad has reached the middle grade of cultivating the foundation, I see that Zhang Jia doll has touched the threshold of the qi practitioner, and the other two are probably martial artists." Don't panic, good son, with your qualifications, two months is not a problem. ”

Hahaha, I finally have the opportunity to see the method of mortal cultivation, Wang Wenwen laughed inwardly, "Well, that's okay, then I'll go to the study to find a secret book, and I'll practice it if I pick it out." ”

"Hey, hey, good son, good son. You'll be sure. ”

The steady cultivation of this Immortal King begins!