In a certain world, on a certain day in a certain year, at a certain moment, twenty-six newborns were born at the same time.

These newborns were male and female, some healthy, some weak, some born in the emperor's house, and some were abandoned in the pigsty.

Some babies opened their eyes and saw flying swords.

Some babies open their eyes and can only see the blue sky above their heads.

A voice rang out in their minds at the same time.

- This continent is made up of five countries, namely Chu, Luo, Qin, Zhao, and Qi.

The bronze tripod, controlled by the divine envoy, represents the highest authority in this world, and there has been no recognized king for hundreds of years.

There are no rules, no requirements, no help, twenty-six newborns can only grow up with their own strength, no matter what method is used, if they can unify the continent and become the co-master of the world, they can be recognized by the divine envoy and obtain the bronze tripod, that person is the winner of this question, and will get the immortal immortal urn.

The only restriction is that the highest cultivation realm in this world can only reach the Jindan Consummation to the First Infant, that is, the Wandering Wilderness First Realm, and can no longer be improved.

After saying these words, the voice disappeared, and it never came back to their minds again.

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When you open your eyes, you can see the blue sky, which means that there is no tile overhead.

In fact, the baby was in a small wooden basin at this time, and the wooden basin was drifting on the river.

His eyes were a little blank, wondering if this was too unfair, some people might be born with a golden key, why they were going to die.

Are you still an orphan here, will you still be picked up by the nun, and then repeat the life of that life again, and keep picking up all kinds of good things?

He Zhan thought about these things, felt so boring, and really wanted to close his eyes, let the river wash himself under a certain cliff, and then die like this and leave.

But then it occurred to him that with his luck, he was afraid that he would encounter some adventures even if he fell under the cliff.

At this moment, when the river was no longer so turbulent, he looked at a woman washing clothes by the river, sighed, closed his eyes, and mustered all his strength to cry.

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Seeing the baby with sword light in the sky, he naturally devoted himself to a certain cultivation sect.

Unfortunately, he is not the fruit of a Taoist couple, and his parents are miscellaneous servants of this sect.

A few days after giving birth, the mother struggled out of bed, tied him with a cloth on her back, and began to sweep the courtyard for the immortals.

Taking advantage of his mother's lack of attention, he opened his eyes again, looked into the sky, and found that the cultivator who was obviously the role of the teacher was only in the realm of promise.

Is this also an immortal?

What should I do to grow up quickly, practice seriously, become a useful person, and then find my son?

The baby thought about this difficult question, and with the mother's movements, gradually became drowsy, and fell asleep again.

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The highest realm of this world is only the first realm of the Wandering Wilderness, and the number of people is extremely small, and the status of cultivators is naturally not as unattainable as that of the Chaotian Continent.

The most powerful person here is the emperor of the world, and being able to be reincarnated as a prince is naturally the best result of luck.

Good-looking people are generally lucky.

Jing Jiu lay quietly in the temple for three days.

The grieving emperor gradually calmed down and began to take care of the empress's funeral, and maybe he would think of him at any time and come over to see him.

Those grandmothers and palace maids had naturally washed him clean.

Late spring afternoons are always sleepy, and the palace becomes unusually quiet, and the ladies and eunuchs do not know where to hide and nap.

He opened his eyes and slowly stood up, adjusting to the weak body.

He is more experienced in this area than others.

He walked seven steps on the bed, looked at the sky, looked at the ground, and roughly understood the current situation.

Then he looked into the distance, and felt the ethereal bell in the void, and felt a little relieved.

If you see a three-day-old baby and get up on its own and walk a few steps, you might be scared to death.

He lay down again, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

The aura of heaven and earth here is sparse, and for ordinary cultivators, practicing here for a year is only afraid that it is not as good as the original day.

But when he was trapped in the snowfield, he had a similar experience, and I believe that he will be much faster than others.

Again, as long as you live long enough and rarely go down the mountain, you will understand more.

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Time passed like this.

Jing Jiu practiced every day, and in the eyes of the palace maids and eunuchs, that was sleeping.

Of course, some people will worry about whether the prince is congenitally deficient or sick when he sleeps for so long every day, but the imperial doctor has come to see him several times and has not found any problems.

Being held in the arms of the wet nurse for feeding and excretion is not a problem for Jing Jiu, as long as the six senses are isolated, nothing matters.

The problem is that in this life, his appearance is still excellent, and now he is a baby, so he naturally looks particularly cute and good-looking, and the ice carving is ordinary.

When he was practicing, those palace maids and eunuchs thought he was asleep, and they would always be tempted to sneak a touch of his face or somewhere else.

Regarding this matter, Jing Jiu thought about it very seriously, and finally decided to choose patience.

The cloud dream realm in Qingtianjian is obviously the meaning of walking in the red dust.

These questioners should have lived here for many years, and their patience and experience of worldly life are part of their understanding.

Jing Jiu has always thought that Guocheng Temple's Hongchen is very stupid, and he doesn't need any understanding, and the reason why he chose to endure is entirely because he has no way to refuse.

In the years that followed, he practiced earnestly in the palace, occasionally crying a few times.

A year later, he felt that an ordinary baby should be able to start talking, so he spoke, startling the grandmother and the maid who served him.

I think it may be because his pronunciation is too standard, and when he opens his mouth, he doesn't say mom or dad or onomatopoeia, but: hot.

Mama confirmed with the palace maid several times before she was sure that he was talking about hot words, and what he wanted to express was also what he meant.

The people in the palace were worried that the prince would catch a cold, and often wrapped him like a zongzi, even in late spring.

He doesn't have any true qi now, so naturally he can't talk about the cold and heat, and he is really hot and about to die.

In the next year, in addition to practicing, Jing Jiu also did a very important thing.

One day he saw two palace maids playing chess, and found that their chess strength was not much worse than Tong Yan's.

He devised something that the maids and grandmothers didn't pass the test. (Note)

This confirms that the people here are not real beings, and that this is an illusion.

The question may not be of much interest to other questioners, but he thinks it's important.

During the year he was also in full control of his situation.

He was the Ninth Emperor Prince of the State of Chu.

The first eight brothers or sisters died before they could give birth to their mothers.

The queen gave birth to him with great difficulty, and died in childbirth.

In other words, he is the only heir of the state of Chu.

It stands to reason that for such a child, the emperor should treat it as a treasure.

But the Emperor of Chu was not a common emperor.

Emperor Chu's poems and songs are written excellently, the paintings are even better, the literary style is graceful, and he is affectionate to the queen. He refused the minister's request to establish a new queen, and even dismissed all the concubines in the palace, and spent most of his time drinking, playing the piano and singing every day in addition to attending court meetings, missing his deceased wife.

Jing Jiu was not moved, because the smell of wine and singing wafted every night easily reminded him of Nan Forget on the opposite peak back then.

Because of his deep affection for his wife, Emperor Chu didn't like the son who caused the tragic death of his beloved wife, and he didn't want to pay attention to it, but he just kept it well.

The state of Chu is in the south of the mainland, not very rich, not very strong, and the people are weak.

Compared with the three powerful states of Qin, Zhao, and Chu, Chu's sense of national existence was extremely weak and was often overlooked.

Jing Jiu was very satisfied with this, and even felt that it was perfect.

If he continued to practice in the palace, life would go on like this, and it would be difficult to quickly grasp the outside world, but he didn't care.

Back then, in Qingshan, he didn't pay attention to the things of the world.

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A year in a dream, about a day in reality.

The picture of the dzi projected in the sky dome changes at an extremely fast speed, bringing out countless threads of light and shadow.

The cultivators' eyesight is far beyond that of ordinary people, and they can vaguely see the content in those quick pictures.

Occasionally, the picture slows down, and people outside the valley see babies babbling, babies pretending to be cute, and babies thinking like old men.

The twenty-six questioners have grown differently in different circumstances.

No one notices that in those slowing pictures, there is often a bluebird appearing, either on the branch or on the eaves.

Some people felt that they couldn't see clearly, or that it was not interesting, and left the venue.

More people were staring at the light curtain, thoughtful.

It's hard not to think about how short life is.

The white horse passing through the gap, the lightning and the stone fire, are all talking about the same truth.

Time is fleeting, it should be cherished, please go to the avenue.

Or that's what the conference is all about.

For some, this trial in the cloud dream realm is more like a good show.

Cersei and the girl sat under a large locust tree, eating dried fish, looking at the picture on the light curtain, guessing the identity of the babies.

They couldn't guess that Jiang Liu'er was actually He Zhan.

You must know that He Zhan has always been known for his good luck in the cultivation world.

But they easily recognized who the prince of Chu was.

Three days after birth, you have to walk seven steps in bed, are you still going to sing another poem?

The person who pretends to be like this is not who else is Jing Jiu.

Gu Qing didn't know that his master had become the prince of the Chu State, because he hadn't participated in the Ask Dao Conference and had already left Yunmeng Mountain hundreds of miles with his sword.

Passing through the range of the Yunmeng Mountain Great Array, and bidding farewell to the Zhongzhou disciples who saw him off, he looked at the valleys in the distance, and a flash of melancholy flashed in his eyes.

This was Jing Jiu's request, and Gu Qing didn't really understand what was going on.

But he remembered very well that Jing Jiu said at that time that no matter what the final result was, he would go back to Shenmo Peak first.

This statement did not reassure him, but made him even more worried, because no matter how he listened to the hidden meaning in this sentence, it was a little bad.

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It has been four years since the Daoists entered the Cloud Dream Realm.

It's business as usual.

The Nine Emperors of Chu are already four years old, and they are still so good-looking, but they rarely speak, except when they have to.

The Emperor finally remembered this son, and occasionally came to see him after drinking.

But the Nine Emperors couldn't get close to the emperor, no matter how Mama taught, he was always silent in front of the emperor.

A lot of talk gradually spread in the palace and among the people.

Some people say that the Nine Emperor Princes were born unwell, but they are afraid that he is a demented child, what is the use of being born so good-looking, and some people say that he is a freak. There are also some people who think with malice that if he is not a prince, he is afraid that he will be raised by human traffickers from a young age, and then given to those officials to play with the rich.

One afternoon, the hall was very quiet, the Nine Emperors were taking a nap, and several palace maids were gossiping outside the window not far away, so they naturally talked about those rumors.

Some palace maids feel that those rumors are facts.

The Nine Emperors looked a little stupid, often sitting alone in the imperial garden, not knowing what they were looking at or thinking.

Some palace maids completely disagree with this statement.

"Your Highness is very smart, when I was playing chess with Sister E, I was about to die, and His Highness helped me drop a piece when he passed by, and I was rescued. ”

"How old is Your Highness? And who saw him learn chess with his husband? ”

The palace maid looked around, chuckled and said, "If you're talking about King Jing's son, that's pretty much the same." ”

Listening to the name of King Jing's son, the eyes of several palace maids lit up.

Chu is not the military strength of Qin, Zhao, and Qi, and the only one who can handle it is King Jing, who is stationed at the junction with Luo all the year round.

It is said that the prince of Jing was born on the same day as the Nine Emperor Princes, but the difference cannot be calculated.

That prince Bing Xue is smart, he can write poetry at a young age, he is especially good at chess, he treats people like a spring breeze, he seems to have Su Hui, and he is like an immortal descending to earth.

It is said that King Jing loves the prince very much, regards him as the pearl of his palm, and it is said that he even said a big rebellious word after a drunkenness.

"If it weren't for my infirmity, I would have been crowned by the Divine Messenger at the age of thirty. ”

Speaking of those rumors, the palace maids were very excited and a little regretful, thinking that if the prince of King Jing was not congenitally deficient, then it would be really perfect.

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Jing Jiu's sleep is practice, so he didn't really fall asleep, and listened to the conversation of the palace maid outside the window in the distance.

He knew that he had met the first of his kind in this world, but he was not sure whether the prince of King Jing was a child or a finch girl.

Of course, that son of the world is congenitally insufficient, and it may also be in vain.

What kind of person the Daoist will reincarnate into after entering the Cloud Dream Realm, he has already vaguely guessed the law in the meantime.

As for why the prince of King Jing was so unabashed, not worried about being discovered by other questioners, it was actually very understandable.

Question: Trials are not as simple as fighting in the ring, they take a long time, and there are countless possibilities.

King Jing's son is the same as him, the conditions are too good, no matter how much he hides it, he will always enter the field of vision of other questioners.

Regardless of whether he is a childlike face or a white child, the sooner his identity is revealed, the greater the advantage he can get.

Jing Jiu knew that he couldn't hide his identity.

Just like what he said to Zhao Layue by the Xijian Creek - the sun will always be seen.

He didn't wait for the disciple of the Ungraced Sect and Zhuo Rusui to come to him like the prince of King Jing.

The path he was going to take was different from that of the other questioners.

Just like in reality.

(End of chapter)