Birth, old age, sickness and death, it is really the reincarnation of heaven, it is the rule of nature, mortals cannot break it, everyone has to die, in Yang Ning's memory, it seems that no one is immortal. Even the mysterious Yang Ning, who is so powerful, has not disappeared now?

Mysterious Yang Ning is definitely one of the strongest people in this world, Yang Ning can't speculate on the origin of the mysterious Yang Ning, but with his knowledge, he thinks that the mysterious Yang Ning may just be an existence with great power and can even fight invincible opponents all over the world, but in terms of age, he may live longer than ordinary people, but it will not be long, more than a hundred years old, maybe it is already the limit.

Isn't it true that the human beings known in the world have lived the longest time?

In life, why cower, why do you need to be so cowardly?

Forget it before, after all, it's just ordinary people, and there is no way.

But now it's different, just like the mysterious Yang Ning said, he is the inheritor of the Immortal Canon, and he is the disciple of the mysterious Yang Ning, how can he live so much like before again?

"All beings, tremble for me, wind and clouds, move for me!"

Yang Ning looked up at the sky, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the endless time and space, extremely bright, even more dazzling than the stars, and said word by word: "I am the king of people!"

I am the king of men!

Rumble!

When the words fell, a muffled thunder suddenly came from the sky, deafening, and a lightning bolt accompanied it, cutting through the sky and tearing the sky.

Yang Ning was shocked in his heart, what is the situation? Is this a coincidence? Is it because of a sentence that it can really alarm the invisible heaven?

Is there really a heaven?

Yang Ning stared into the void, his eyes were deep, and he fell into deep thought.

A series of things that have happened recently are really beyond the scope of his understanding, they are really amazing, as if they are in a dream, especially the appearance of the mysterious Yang Ning, although he has been in contact several times, he still has a lot of things that he has not figured out.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on the earth, like a hazy light veil covering the vast mountains and rivers, a unique scene.

Yang Ning didn't think much about it, and sat down in the middle of the courtyard, never forgetting to cultivate, this was the task given to him by the mysterious Yang Ning, and it was also a kind of pressure he gave himself.

If you want to survive better in this world, the only way to make yourself strong is to respect the strong, which is an eternal and unchanging truth.

The time of cultivation passed really quickly, and it was already dawn in a blink of an eye, I don't know when, Yang Yan'er had woken up, and she didn't see Yang Ning by her side, she was startled at first, and then hurriedly walked out of the room, and when she saw Yang Ning in the courtyard, she immediately felt relieved.

Yang Yan'er didn't bother Yang Ning, although she didn't know what Yang Ning was doing, she unconditionally believed in her younger brother, thinking that the reason why Yang Ning did this must have a reason.

A trace of distress flashed on Yang Yan'er's face, this is a big night, this is sitting in the yard all night, right?

Yang Yan'er didn't know, how could Yang Ning be wet with dew?

As a monk, as a descendant of the Book of Immortality, how could he be disturbed by dew?

The reason why Yang Ning's body was wet was because the impurities and other things that were discharged from his body during cultivation contained a lot of useless water, so he would wet his clothes.

This situation is unavoidable, and anyone who has just started to get in touch with cultivation will go through this level, and as the cultivation deepens, the impurities in the body will be cleared, and there will be no such things. When the time comes, not to mention that the body will be wet with useless water and other things, even if you don't take a bath for a year and a half, you will be clean.

Yang Yan'er didn't disturb Yang Ning's cultivation, she glanced at her younger brother distressedly, and then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Yang Ning.

In other words, the two sisters and brothers haven't had breakfast together for a long time.

Yang Yan'er got up, Yang Ning actually already knew, but early morning was the time when the sun was rising, the sun and the moon alternated, at this time the yin and yang converged, it was a good time to cultivate, and Yang Ning didn't want to miss this best moment for cultivation.

Now, the enemy may come at any time, if he can be stronger, he will be stronger, strength is the guarantee of safety, and he can't let his sister be hurt anymore.

Yang Yan'er quickly made breakfast, and it didn't take long for Yang Ning to finish his cultivation and stand up.

Yang Yan'er handed over a towel, gently wiped the sweat off Yang Ning's face, and said, "Come, brother, wash your face and eat, my sister made your favorite preserved egg porridge for you!"

Preserved egg porridge is already a luxury for the poor, and it can only be eaten during festivals or major celebrations.

This is how the life of the poor is, and the difference between the rich and the rich is simply heaven and earth.

As the saying goes, poverty limits the imagination!

"Thank you, sister, I'll do it myself. Yang Ning's face turned red, a little embarrassed, and said in a panic.

The beautiful face close at hand, this is his sister, but it's only a nominal sister, not a pro-sister, between the two, in fact, there is already a different kind of affection, but no one has broken it.

Yang Yan'er's face also flashed with an unnatural flush, she was extremely shy, put the towel on Yang Ning's hand, blushed shyly, and ran to prepare breakfast for Yang Ning.

Breakfast is ready, but it's still in the pot!

Yang Yan'er's cooking skills are very good, simple preserved egg porridge, sprinkled with a few green onions, fragrant, is Yang Ning's favorite and most familiar taste.

"Sister, the porridge you made is so delicious. Yang Ning drank a big bowl in one gulp and exclaimed.

It was really delicious and felt like home.

A meal, eating very warmly, unhurried, both of them knew very well in their hearts that this might be the last time they would eat in their own home, and after eating this meal, they would leave Qingzhou Mansion and might never come back.

At the same time, in the Mu family's compound, in a side room, Zhang Kun was waking up from his sleep, yawning, his eyes were hazy, and his eyes had not yet opened, so he shouted: "Come on, where are they all dead? Why haven't you prepared hot water yet?"

"Zhang Shao, it's coming, hot water is coming. ”

A servant hurriedly ran over, holding a basin of water in his hand, with a snow-white towel on the edge of the basin, bent over, grovelled in front of Zhang Kun, and said flatteringly.

"Humph!"

Zhang Kun snorted coldly, glanced at the servant arrogantly, and reached out to take the towel.

However, as soon as his hand touched the water, he jumped up and was furious: "What's the matter? What are you doing? Why is the water so cold?"

"Zhang Shao, this ......"

The servant grimaced, and said in his heart: "When is this? The sun is all up to your buttocks, and you just get up, even if there is hot water, isn't it already cold? Besides, the weather is not cold, what's wrong with washing your face with cold water? Doesn't everyone else wash their faces with cold water? Among all the servants, I'm afraid that you are the only one who washes your face with hot water. ”