In the vast void of the universe, there was silence, and there was nothing around except for a piece of turbidity. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info and in the center of the void, there were three very handsome-looking young men sitting in the void facing each other.

I don't know how long it took, 10,000 years, millions of years...... The three people who had their eyes closed opened their eyes at the same time in vain and looked at the other two, and their faces did not have the joy of awakening at the beginning, and everyone's faces were different at this time, but there was a trace of helplessness between their eyebrows.

Then the three of them saw that they had said something, and at this moment, a handsome young man with a proud look seemed to be at odds with the other two, and turned to leave.

"Ancestral Dragon! What do you want to do? ”

Suddenly, a sound like thunder came, and then a figure appeared above the heads of the three of them.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the middle-aged man who quietly appeared above, Zu Long asked vigilantly. The other two also looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared with the same vigilance.

"The three of you are destined to complete your mission now! Don't try to escape, because that's impossible. ”

The middle-aged man did not answer Zu Long's words, but said to himself.

"What a destiny! Mission! If you want my ancestral dragon to die, that's impossible! Hongjun, Pangu, do you two really have to obey that ethereal destiny? Especially you, Pangu, are you really willing to die for that ethereal destiny? ”

When Zu Long heard the middle-aged man's words, he immediately showed a fierce glow, and then asked the other two young men called Hongjun and Pangu again.

“......”

However, the two people called Hongjun and Pangu glanced at Zulong helplessly, and kept silent, their expressions full of helplessness.

"Humph! Since you are willing to surrender to the ethereal Heavenly Dao, then my Ancestral Dragon will not be accompanied! ”

Seeing that Hongjun and Pangu were silent, Zu Long turned around and left with a wave of his hand, without taking the middle-aged man who appeared just now in his eyes at all.

"Purple Loach ......"

Just as the arrogant young man turned to leave, a dull and powerful voice made him stop his movements, and then turned to look at Pangu Dao

"Haha, I know that Pangu, you are not as indecisive as Hongjun's guy, do you want to go with my old dragon?"

"Alas, purple loach, the three of us were born from heaven and earth at the same time, so there is already an arrangement in the dark, you ......"

However, before Pangu could finish speaking, Zu Long interrupted and said

"Since you have the same choice as Hongjun, then there is no need to say more, my ancestral dragon wants to see what the so-called Heavenly Dao Heavenly Destiny can do to me!"

As he spoke, the ancestral dragon stepped into the depths of the void.

"Humph! If you don't obey the mandate of heaven, then die! ”

At this moment, the middle-aged man who had not spoken on the side suddenly spoke. Then he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the ancestral dragon in the distance. With his movements, a huge palm suddenly appeared in the void and grabbed towards the ancestral dragon!

"Carving insect skills!"

Zu Long snorted coldly when he saw that the other party was grabbing him. Immediately, his body turned, and he only heard a "roar" of a dragon's groan, and it turned into a purple dragon thousands of feet long!

"Hmph, stubbornly resist!"

The middle-aged man's moves remained unchanged, and he still stood in the distance and grabbed the ancestral dragon.

"Whew......"

Suddenly, Zu Long felt a pain in his body, as if he was being pinched by an invisible big hand, no matter how he resisted, he couldn't break free, which made Zu Long feel shocked.

"Who are you?"

Zu Long, who couldn't break free even by all means, asked the middle-aged man in the distance in pain.

"Chaos gives birth to the Tao, and the Tao is derived from the three spirits, which is yin and yang, is the five elements, and creates heaven and earth. If you do not obey the commandment of heaven, then you will be like him. ”

The middle-aged man did not answer Zu Long's words, but looked at Hongjun and the two on the side and said, and then saw his palm clenched, and Zu Long disappeared. After doing this, the figure of the middle-aged man gradually dissipated, and finally disappeared.

Pangu and Hongjun looked at the place where the ancestral dragon disappeared, and then looked at the place where the middle-aged man disappeared, and then glanced at each other, both of them shook their heads helplessly and sighed.

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In the southwest of Tengyun Country in the east of the abandoned continent, under a continuous green mountain, there is a row of villages. The morning sun was shining brightly, and the people of the village began their busy day again. Due to the topography, there are not many fields here, but it is able to make the village self-sufficient.

Although the life of the villagers here is monotonous and bitter, the environment of mountains and rivers is indeed indisputable, and the people's lives are also very happy.

At the entrance of the village, there is a bamboo hut. In this place, as long as it is not cloudy, rainy and special times, many children gather here.

Because here is an old man who came here a few years ago, or happened to pass through the village, settled here. The old man's long beard had turned snow-white, so he looked very old.

The old man lived in a place where the children in the village often played, and once the old man said that he would tell them stories while they were playing. At first, the child thought that the old man was lonely and bored, and wanted them to spend time with him, so he agreed to the old man's request.

The stories told by the old man were all unheard of by the children in the village, including demons and monsters and distant ancient legends, as well as flying immortals...

These fresh stories immediately attracted all the children in the village, and over time, as long as the children of the village came here, the old man would give them some interesting stories;

So the children listened attentively every time, and after the old man finished speaking, they fantasized that they would be the flying immortals in his story. Let these children be full of longing and yearning for the outside world, but everything can only be fantasy, and in the end, the son will inherit his father's business and live a monotonous and ordinary and bitter life.

This old man is very kind, and he is the age of ancient years. However, both children and adults in the village liked and respected him, because the adults in the village would go out to work during the day, and the children would have no one to take care of them. And it just so happens that the old man can tell stories, so that the children in the village will not run around, so the villagers not only like and respect the old man, but also send some of the fruits of the day's labor every once in a while to thank the old man.

Every time he heard the old man tell the story of those flying immortals, he couldn't help but hold his little hand, hoping that he would grow up quickly, and then leave the village to explore the wonderful world outside the old man's house.

The weather was fine today, and after the adults went out early in the morning, the children of the village brought small benches at home, and then rushed to the door of the old people outside the village in a hurry.

The old man, who had already gotten up and sat at the door, saw the arrival of the child, stroked his long gray beard with his hand and smiled slightly, and then said to the children who were full of anticipation

"Today I'm going to talk about the immortals"

As the old man's words fell, all the children put down their small benches and sat down in a regular manner, waiting for the old man to start speaking.

The old man sitting in front of the door, seeing that the children had already sat down, sorted out what he was going to talk about today and then spoke slowly

"Outside of this village, there are some immortals who can turn their hands into clouds and rain with their hands, and they can move mountains and seas and fly in the air with flying swords...... The old man finally said that he had seen it with his own eyes. ”

As soon as the old man finished speaking, some people who had just gone out to work said with a smile

"Zeng Lao, you can blow it. If you've seen it, why haven't you been accepted as an apprentice by an immortal, or if you've been a little immortal? Huh..."

This person's words immediately made the children who listened to the old man's story look sideways, and some adults also laughed with this person.

The villagers called Zeng Lao is the old man who tells stories to the children, and the people in the village don't know what his name is, even the children who often listen to his stories don't know, only know his surname Zeng;

Because the old man said that his name was just a code name, he could be called whatever he wanted, and the villagers respected and liked him very much, so everyone finally called him Lao.

Hearing the slightly mocking words of the villagers, the old man who was called Zeng Lao blew his beard and glared at which villager he said

"Big pillar, what do you know? How can the immortals take in apprentices casually, and the immortals are not flying all over the sky? ”

Then he paused and continued: "Besides, if the immortal qi of an immortal is contaminated at will, then what is it called an immortal?" Do you think I'm talking? ”

As he spoke, he glared angrily at the villager named Big Pillar, as if Big Pillar's words made him very unhappy.

Seeing that Zeng Lao was displeased, Da Zhuzi hurriedly said

"Don't dare... Don't dare..."

Then he smiled apologetically at Zeng Lao, then turned around and left to work.

At this time, the children gathered around Zeng Lao began to shout to him

"Great-grandfather... Great-grandfather, are you telling the truth? ”

However, at this time, there was a child who was different from the others, and stood up and said

"I believe"

In an instant, the children who had been making a lot of noise quieted down when they heard the voice, and they all looked at the child. Zeng Lao, who told the story, also looked at this child curiously, and said in his heart: "I have told countless people, but no one believes that this child actually believes what he said." ”

Then a child pointed at him and said

"Xiaoya, you say you believe it? Could it be that you have seen it like your great-grandfather? ”

When he had finished speaking, the child burst out laughing, and the other children joined suit.

"Haha..."

The child named Xiaoye looked at him coldly and said, "Plug, there is a reason for his existence." Since great-grandfather and his old man said that he had seen it, it means that there is a possibility of existence, are you right, great-grandfather? ”

Saying that, Xiaoye turned his head to look at Zeng Lao who was sitting at the door, as if he wanted Zeng Lao to affirm his statement.

But at this time, the child he called the plug seemed to be a little unconvinced, and sneered at Xiao Ye

"Hmph, what do you know about a child without a father and a mother?"

Xiao Ye's eyes instantly became extremely cold, and he looked at him like ice, and his tone changed to say to him like ice

"Do you have what it takes to say it again?"

The bolt hurriedly brushed his head away, not daring to look him in the eye. Although Sayo is an orphan, after the death of the old grandfather who adopted him, the children in the village, led by the bolt, often bullied him. But Xiao Ye gritted her teeth and endured it every time, but in the end, she beat these children up badly. So later, the group of children led by the bolt no longer had trouble with Xiaoye, so as not to ask for hardship.

Seeing that the bolt didn't dare to say any more, the corners of Xiao Ye's mouth rose to show a trace of disdain, and then turned around and left the place.

Zeng Lao, who was sitting in front of the door telling a story, looked at his back as he left, and muttered in a voice that he could only hear

"This son will not be a thing of the pool in the future";