Tianlan Mountain is located in the hinterland of the Middle Earth, the terrain is straight, stretches for thousands of miles, the wall stands ten thousand miles like a forest, the waterfalls in the mountain are many hanging, birds and beasts often gather, the mountain is high and extremely place, the white clouds are like a belt, between the surrounding mountain belly, the mist is steaming, like a dream, it is really a fairy holy realm of Zhong Lingqi Xiu. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is rumored that in ancient times, Yan Huang and Chi You fought in Middle-earth, in order to fight for its land, at that time, the gods of the four directions had many participation, between the attack, the mountains collapsed, the river was poured back, and the holy realm of the Middle Earth was mostly destroyed, with the richness and vastness of Middle-earth now, in fact, it was far less than 12 of the scenery of the year.

Rao is like this, between the six and eight wildernesses, as far as the eye can see, the prosperity of Middle Earth can also be called the leader, unrivaled in the world.

On Middle-earth, the Tianlan Mountain Range is one of the most extensive mountain ranges that survived the melee of the gods.

However, Tianlan Mountain is more famous because of a sect of cultivation built on this mountain-Tianlan.

After the gods fought against each other, there were many immortal gods, the ancient law fragments were left in the world, and the people in the world were shocked by the mighty gods, in order to find the supreme heavenly opportunity, they walked all over the thousands of mountains, and the poor people lived all their lives, such as the carp that crossed the river.

However, the way of heaven chooses people, and the magic is unpredictable, but most of these people are running around all their lives, stepping on iron shoes, and finally finding nothing and ending up depressed.

There are only a very few people who rely on the supreme immortal fate or have occasional gains, and among them, there are less than one or two people who are wise and intelligent, can comprehend the heavens, and attain the Great Dao.

And the founding patriarch of the Tianlan Mountain faction, Yun Lingzi Zhenren, is one of the few darlings of the heavens.

Before Yun Lingzi became a monk, commonly known as Ye Qinglan, he was a poor person born at the foot of Tianlan Mountain, and like all the people living in the mountains, he also lived a simple life of going up the mountain to collect medicine and farming every day.

However, Ye Qinglan has been smart since childhood, and his father is open-minded and literate and hyphenated, so although he was born in the mountains, Ye Qinglan read more than 10,000 books at a very young age.

It is also fate, one day, when Ye Qinglan went up the mountain to collect medicine, he saw a firelight flying in the sky from a distance, falling between a cliff at the extreme height of Tianlan Mountain, and a moment later, accompanied by a loud phoenix roar, the flame suddenly flapped its wings into the sky and disappeared into the depths of the blue sky.

Ye Qinglan suddenly remembered that there are clouds in ancient books, and phoenixes do not fall into the land of treasures, and Ye Qinglan naturally would not investigate whether there are dragons, phoenixes and other ancient divine beasts in the world, however, encountering such a rare thing aroused his curiosity.

The terrain of Tianlan Mountain is extremely high, Ye Qinglan started to climb the mountain from the time, and when he climbed to the cliff, it was already sunset, and at this time Ye Qinglan found that he was still not the highest place in Tianlan, and there were still many places around, with different peaks protruding, far higher than here, and surrounded the place where he was.

"This is a blessed place where the wind is hidden!" Glancing at the surrounding mountains, Ye Qinglan couldn't help but think of some things about feng shui that he had read in the hexagram book, so he didn't wait any longer, so he looked around.

There are not many trees here, and there are rocks all around, one of which protrudes from the ground, half a man high, which is very abrupt, and there are obvious eight scratches on the stone, and the texture between the claw marks is charred black, as if it has been roasted by fire.

What's even more strange is that next to the stone, there is a huge python, at this time the whole body has been scorched, only the skull remains, scattered aside, but it is also more than a dozen people in size. The black juice and thick liquid flowed down from the mountain, and half of the mountain was scorched black.

It seems that this ancient book may not be all jokes, and the ancients did not deceive me. Ye Qinglan looked at the blackened eight scratches, each of which was self-contained, the first three and the last one, which were clearly the traces of two bird claws, and sighed secretly, "Creation, creation!"

"Huh?" Just thinking about it, Ye Qinglan saw at a glance that there was a crack in the place where the stone was connected to the ground, black and swarthy, and there was a faint wind blowing up from it.

The gap wasn't very large, just big enough for an arm to fit into.

Looking at the entrance of the cave and the dead python on the ground, Ye Qinglan said secretly: "Ancient books, there are rare places in the world, and within a hundred steps, there must be a great murderer......

Thinking of this, Ye Qinglan didn't hesitate anymore, stretched out and probed into the hole, but he didn't think that the hole was not as deep as he imagined, and his arm was only halfway stretched, and he touched something and pulled it out, as if it was an ancient scroll.

After the scroll was taken out, the wind blowing from the entrance of the cave immediately became much stronger.

The scroll was so broken that the first half could barely be seen, but the second half was intermittent and incomplete.

What is recorded in the ancient scrolls is full of unheard of all kinds of Taoist supernatural powers, which are obscure, however, Ye Qinglan has been gifted since he was a child, and after reading it, he was overjoyed and forgetful, and regardless of the darkness, he actually found a nearby cave and lit a torch to look at it......

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According to ancient legends, there is a wonderful method of immortals, which can shrink thousands of miles within the size, can take the mountain to catch the moon when raising your hand, can stir up the mountains and the sea between the palms, and can spend dozens of spring and autumn in the world in one day, the so-called fairy world is only one day, and the world has been a hundred years.

Ye Qinglan was hungry and thirsty when he read the ancient scrolls, forgetting his time and hunger and thirst, and devoted himself to the ancient scrolls.

Finally, I don't know how many hours passed, he actually relied on a rare talent in the world, and he insisted on comprehending the fragment for seven or eight points, and then he closed the book with satisfaction.

However, when he looked up and turned around, he was stunned to find that the sky was already bright, and the torch that was originally inserted in the wall to burn overnight had been extinguished at some point.

"It's time to go home. Ye Qinglan stretched out and reached out to get the torch.

However, as soon as his hand touched the torch, the originally hard wooden sticks turned into sawdust and fell to the ground, as if they had been rotting for many years.

Ye Qinglan frowned, picked up the ancient scroll and went down the mountain. I don't know what kind of immortal thing the scroll is, and after a long time, even the torches made of wood have weathered to ashes, and this fragment that has been read all the time seems to have no signs of aging.

At this time, Ye Qinglan already had great magical powers, so he tried it, opened the mountain and split the stones, and made the clouds come easily.

Under the high spirits, Ye Qinglan's figure turned, turned into a clear light, and rushed home, and arrived at the entrance of the village in a blink of an eye.

However, as soon as she landed, Ye Qinglan frowned, the familiar road in the village was gone, and the houses had changed a lot.

Seeing the people in the village pointing at her, Ye Qinglan's doubts became heavier and heavier, and when she arrived at the pond in the village, she was stunned to find that her hair and eyebrows were all white, and what was even more strange was that her appearance still did not look old......

"It's only been a day in the mountains, and the world has been ......a hundred years old" Ye Qinglan recalled that all kinds of absurd and bizarre legends he had seen actually happened to him, and after a few inquiries, he realized that the world had already changed dynasties, and the village was no longer the people in his own township, but at this time, no one in the world knew him anymore, so even his father's grave was too old to be found.

The universe is desolate, life is as small as a house, Ye Qinglan looked up at the sky, saw through the red dust overnight, and returned to Tianlan to cultivate.

From then on, Ye Qinglan forgot his name, changed his name to Yun Lingzi, and created a case of Tianlan Mountain on Tianlan Mountain in the name of the mountain.

At that time, the Great Zhou won the world, shepherding the Quartet, where it was not more than a hundred years, the matter of sealing the gods was not far away, the wind of cultivating immortals and seeking the Tao prevailed in the world, Yun Lingzi was famous, and worshiped the carp of the subordinates who entered the river.

What Yun Lingzi learned in that ancient scroll is the creation of the extreme heaven and earth, among which the simplicity is extremely complex, and the extreme complexity is attributed to the minimal, the principle of all things in the poor world, covering the changes of the universe and the world, although there are many incomplete, but he still relies on his own extremely high understanding, and created a grand situation of the seven veins of Tianlan Mountain, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder, which is known as the seven veins of wind and thunder.