In the morning of Yinjun Mountain, the fog is shrouded, and occasionally a few birdsongs can be heard, or a sound from the bushes, and then a small beast sprang out. Walking in the mountains and forests, I couldn't help but sigh. This mountain forest is really a good place for retirement.

Along the way, from time to time, some collapsed houses come into view. The Writing Department knew that the owners of these houses had either left Yinjun Mountain or had left this world. In the face of the residences of these ancestors, the Writing Department always bows and remembers them.

After a while, a valley appeared in front of me, and the Writing Department stepped in.

There are five or six small houses in the valley, and around the houses are some vegetable gardens and fruit trees, and in the small courtyard in the center there are wells and stone mills. In this isolated place, it is a small village of its own.

After the writing department entered the village, he saw a person fetching water by the well, so he said respectfully: "The junior writing department came to visit, I don't know what the seniors call it?"

After hearing the words of the writing department, the man who fetched the water turned around and said impatiently: "Who are you looking for......" Before he finished speaking, he was stunned, and after a while, there were tears flashing in his eyes. He rubbed his eyes, looked at the writing department with some incredulity, his body trembled with excitement, and only after a while did he speak: "Remnant Feng......"

"Ling Fei," the Writing Section looked at the other party and smiled, "I'm here to pick you up!"

With a "bang", the door of a house in the valley was kicked open by Ling Fei, and then he hurriedly walked in with the Writing Department.

Inside the house, there was a bald fat old man wearing a white hurdle vest and five-point pants, who was sleeping on the bed. Ling Fei suddenly broke down the door, startling the old man and rolling off the bed.

He sat up from the ground in a daze, scratched his chest, looked at Ling Fei with sleepy eyes, and said with a confused expression: "You are a descendant, are you crazy." Then he looked around, he had just woken up, his mind was still confused, and he continued, "Is the washing water ready?"

"Fart," Ling Fei scolded directly, "You quickly untie the ban on me, my brother is here to pick me up." ”

"Huh?" the fat old man didn't seem to be awake yet, "who is this?"

"You sober up, untie the ban on me, my brother is coming to pick me up, I'm going back!" Ling Fei was very emotional at this time, shaking the fat old man's shoulders as he spoke.

"Don't you ...... Don't shake ...... I got motion sickness...... "The fat old man was still unconscious, as if he was talking in a dream."

At this time, another panicked old man ran in from outside the door, this person was full of white hair, his face was full of wrinkles, he was holding a pu fan in his hand, wearing a white hurdle vest and five-point pants like the fat old man, compared to Ling Fei's tall figure, the old man looked very thin.

After the old man entered the door, he saw Ling Fei shaking the fat old man sitting on the ground, his eyes widened, and he shouted: "Little Housheng, what are you doing!" Then he stepped forward quickly, slapped Ling Fei's broad shoulders with the broken pu fan in his hand, and chattered in his mouth while beating: "I heard a lot of noise when I got up early in the morning, you are a little offspring, you are done with the work, and you beat the old man, you are a little shameless, and you are not considerate of the elderly ......at all."

The writing department watched all this from the side, he knew that these two old men were the predecessors of the royal family of a certain generation, and they lived in seclusion here, but he couldn't help but slander that these two people looked like masters of seclusion, and their words and deeds were matched with their clothes and clothes, and they were completely typical of the uncle of the village next door. At this time, the three of them were like an unfilial son beating his old father, and then the uncle next door ran over to pull the fight......

Ling Fei turned around, and when he saw the thin old man, his expression was overjoyed, and he no longer pestered the fat old man who was already asleep, but pressed the thin old man's shoulder and continued to shake it: "Old Wu, you can do it, Lao Wu, you can untie the ban on me for me, and my brother will pick me up!"

"Oops...... Don't you shake it...... I'm going to throw up...... ...... vomit"

Ling Fei spread his hand, knelt on the ground a little decadently, with tears on his face, and said excitedly: "Two old ancestors, you just let me go." It's been nine years, I haven't been out in this broken valley for nine years, and finally my brother came to pick me up, so you can let me go......," he said, and a burly man fell to his knees and cried.

The Writing Department looked at Ling Fei, who was almost a little broken, enough to imagine the suffering he had endured in the past nine years, and couldn't help but sympathize with this from the bottom of his heart. I had the heart to step forward to comfort me, but I felt that it was superfluous to say anything at this time. I could only step forward and pat him on the shoulder, and everything was silent.

Ling Fei and Wen Keben are contemporaries, and they were both selected to join the royal family's royal camp because they participated in the Strange Ability Contest nine years ago. Later, due to his special ability, Ling Fei was in a hurry to achieve success when cultivating, which caused his ability to be uncontrollable, and the whole person was counterattacked, went mad, and went berserk in the national capital, killing on a large scale.

Later, when the killing rose, it was suppressed by desolation and prepared to be executed. At this time, there was news from the Yinjun Mountain, saying that Ling Fei's ability was rare, and it seemed to contain the bloodline of the ability in ancient times, so the ancestor sent his apprentices who were collected outside to pass the message, saying that he wanted to protect him.

Desolation is naturally unwilling to let go of this criminal who killed all sides in the national capital, and intends to forcibly execute him. The messenger saw the desolation and did not listen to the dissuasion, so he rescued Ling Fei. With the temper of a barren general, it is naturally impossible to just do it. I don't care who you are! So he fought with the messenger.

Desolation is also a generation of fierce people, the people who beat the Yinjun Mountain fled in the wilderness, and the desolation chased after them until the two fought to the palace of the national capital, and the old monarch Xue Yusheng came forward to reconcile, which made the desolation stop. Later, under the persuasion of several generals of the same generation, he reluctantly let someone from Yinjun Mountain take Ling Fei away.

At this time, in Yinjun Mountain, in that unknown small valley, the two of them had already left the house and sat by the well. Ling Fei's mood had gradually stabilized, and he asked, "Is that old man dead now?"

"Not yet, for three consecutive generations as the protector general of the Snow Fang National Capital, how can it be so easy to die. ”

"This thing is longer than Wang Ba's life...... Ling Fei teased, in fact, his heart is not strange for the desolation, but at that time, the desolation must kill him, which Ling Fei couldn't accept, he continued, "How is the outside world now?"

"It's a mess......" replied the Writing Section.

After Ling Fei heard this, he knew that the Writing Department had come to Yinjun Mountain this time because he had encountered difficulties, so he didn't speak, just looked at the Writing Department, waiting for him to continue.

"It's not a ......" The Writing Section seemed reluctant to mention this matter, but after thinking about it for a while, he still said to Ling Fei, "At that time, we were all selected into the newly established Imperial Fang Camp, and you were taken away in a few days, so you don't know about some things later." ”

Ling Fei seemed to sense the mood swings in the writing department, realized that something big had definitely happened, and asked, "What happened?"

"Eight years ago, someone invaded the Treasure Pavilion, and the Imperial Fang Battalion was ordered to guard the Treasure Pavilion, and the result was ...... Almost all of them were wiped out!" said the Writing Section with a cold glint in his eyes.

After Ling Fei heard this, he couldn't believe it, almost all the people who were selected into the Imperial Fang Camp had fought against him, and their strength was not weak, and they could be said to be the top combat power among the younger generation of the Demon Barbarian Continent back then.

The annihilation of the whole army shows that the strength of the enemy should not be underestimated.

Ling Fei sighed regretfully, and couldn't help but be a little glad that he had been captured and escaped from Yinjun Mountain, so he patted the shoulder of the Writing Department and said, "How many people are still alive?"

"It's just Godong himself......"

"Godon...... Yourself?" Ling Fei was a little strange and continued, "Then you ......"

Before Ling Fei finished speaking, he was interrupted by the Writing Section, "I have withdrawn from the Snow Fang Royal Family, and now I have changed my name to the Writing Section," after a pause, he continued, "I came this time to find out who was behind the scenes!"

Then, he looked at Ling Fei with red eyes, "Come with me, go and participate in this year's Extraordinary Ability Competition!" I have a hunch that I will definitely find the answer there!"

Ling Fei also looked at him steadily, and only after a while did he smile and say, "The Stranger Competition? It seems that this session is quite interesting." ”

Suddenly, a voice came from the houses in the valley: "Two offspring, come in." ”

After hearing this, the Writing Section and Ling Fei glanced at each other and walked towards the house.