The Nine Summer Continent is rich in natural treasures, outstanding people, vast territory, and hundreds of millions of people.

There are three mountains: Miaoguang, Moro, and Jiuxia. There are four seas: Yougan, Dashe, Niri, and Loga. There are also five major empires: Tianyang, Changying, Yejin, Yunming, and Afan.

Among the three mountains, the Jiuxia Mountain is respected, and the mountains in the world all originate from here, and the highest peak in the Jiuxia Mountain Range, the Nine Prisons Peak, is the top of the continent. At the foot of the mountain, there is the name of the sea, its deep crown is beyond the four seas, its breadth is boundless, and thousands of seas and rivers are here and there.

The five major powers each dominate one side, and their interests are constantly frictional, but they dare not attack with all their might, lest other countries enjoy the benefits of fishermen. While meticulously maintaining this balance, some major powers frequently engage in small moves around other countries as a temptation. In this way, small countries that are neighbors of large countries become victims.

In order to avoid the spread of war, small countries can only be forced to rely on the big powers, pay tribute every year, and become vassals every year in order to obtain a false peace. It's a pity that this move is like fighting a fire with a salary, the salary is not exhausted, and the fire is not extinguished. Under the disguised encroachment and oppression of the big countries, many small countries have become places for troops and resource warehouses, and even more have become battlefields for other countries to fight.

Under the same sky, the princes and nobles of the great country and the powerful sects are staggered in the wine pond and meat forest, and they are extremely poor and extravagant. However, the people of small countries are miserable, struggling between life and death. If people in the world want to achieve this kind of class leap, only by embarking on the path of cultivation and becoming a strong person admired by all people can they live with dignity. And these cultivators have a common name - cultivators.

Legend has it that powerful cultivators can move mountains and reclaim the sea. And those who cultivate to the limit will have a clear understanding of all laws, avoiding death and prolonging life. Because of this, the quantity and quality of cultivators are basically equal to the strength of the country, and the birth of any powerful cultivator may directly change the pattern of the Nine Summer Continent, which makes countries have to pay attention to the excavation and cultivation of cultivators.

For a time, the cultivation of the Nine Summer Continent became popular. Once those gifted cultivators emerge, they will be scrambled by the major sects to absorb them as one of their members, supplemented by a large amount of resources to help them grow, hoping to use them for their own use.

And those mediocre people, who spend their whole lives, are just the nutrients of those geniuses, and as the wheels of history run over, they turn into a wisp of dust and are forgotten by the world. As the so-called:

Three mountains and nine summers, and the four seas meet Luojia.

The five kingdoms are divided into heaven and earth, and all living beings have a grain of sand.

Bac Ninh, Liyang City.

Beining is a small remote country on the Jiuxia Continent, bordering the Tianyang Empire, and has been its subject country since ancient times. Liyang City is not a big city in Bac Ninh, but because it is not far from the national capital Tianfeng City, there are many merchants and frequent trade, and it is also very lively.

On this day, it is autumn, and the ancients said: Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and the same is true of Liyang City at this moment. The sky was covered with lead clouds, and it was sparsely raining, which made people feel a little chilly. People in the streets and alleys came and went in a hurry, and their faces were full of impatience.

In the flow of people, there is only one person who is different. Looking closely at this person, it is an old man who is getting older, dressed in a coarse sermon robe, with black and white hair half-tied at the top, a face full of vicissitudes of life, and traces of time between his eyebrows.

The man carried a shabby bag in his left hand and half on his shoulder, and in his right hand he held a flag, with a yellowed white cloth hanging from the top of the flagpole. There are two lines of words in the book, the handwriting is blurred, but it is vaguely recognizable, and it is written: the eight directions are clearly observed, and the five elements are known.

It is not difficult to see from this outfit that this person's identity is a fortune teller.

At this moment, the rain is getting heavier, but the old man seems to be unconcerned, walking on the street unhurriedly, and his steps are calm and calm. If you look closely, you will find that there is no trace of rain on this person's body.

Suddenly, the old man stopped and looked up to the sky, only to see the clouds in the sky surging endlessly, as if the dragons were headless, and after a while, they converged in one place. Where the clouds converged, a gap lay across the clouds, and in that gap, a faint purple light appeared. At first glance, it looks like a giant eye hanging in the sky.

"This ......"

When the old man saw this scene, he couldn't help but be a little stunned, and after a while, he smiled and said, "I can't imagine that there is such an adventure in this small place! ”

So saying, he walked towards the place where the clouds converged.

Liyang City, the residence of the Yang family.

The Yang family is a famous family in this Liyang City, and everyone in the city knows about men, women and children. His family has a lot of property, his business is complicated, and even many lifeline industries are monopolized by him, all because there are many cultivators in the Yang family. With the support of strong force, the Yang family can be said to be omnipotent in Liyang City.

The previous head of the Yang family was named Yang Dingtian, who was a master of the Qi Condensation Gang Wei realm, and he was also a top existence among the cultivators of Liyang City. He single-handedly carried forward the Yang family and established the Yang family's family development route based on cultivation and supplemented by business. Later, he died early for some reason, and before his death, his third son Yang Wenyao was appointed as the head of the family.

This Yang Wenyao showed an amazing talent for cultivation when he was young, and when he became an adult, he traveled alone in the famous rivers and mountains, and his footprints were all over the country. When he returned, his cultivation had surpassed Yang Dingtian, and he was known as the number one master in Liyang City, and his cultivation prospects were unlimited.

Now, Yang Wenyao has inherited the position of the head of the family for many years, and he has pushed the Yang family to a new height with his extraordinary strength and mind. Not only that, Yang Wenyao is a kind-hearted person, often contributing to the poor, and is deeply loved by the people.

At this moment, Yang Wenyao was pacing back and forth in the pavilion outside the master bedroom of the Yang Mansion, and expressions of anxiety, nervousness, and joy were inseparable on his handsome face. In the bedroom, the sound of pots and pans touching the ground, the busy sound of maids and midwives, and the miserable sound of women gathered together, making Yang Wenyao outside the door even more uneasy, because the source of the ** sound was his wife who was giving birth - Ye Xiaoli.

"It's been a day and a night, why hasn't it been born yet?"

Yang Wenyao, who was worried, couldn't help but stop and stared blankly at a poplar tree in the courtyard.

This poplar tree has been in this place since the Yang family settled here, and after many years of wind and rain, it has gradually become old, which makes people feel sad after looking at it. A few yellowed leaves clinged tenaciously to the branches, as if they were still declaring their life force, but no one knew if it would be green next year.

Suddenly, a subordinate hurriedly ran in front of Yang Wenyao and said in a low voice: "Family master, there is an old man who knows fortunes outside and wants to see you by name." ”

Yang Wenyao was upset at the moment, how could he have that idle time? said impatiently: "Take some money and send him away." ”

"Yes," the subordinate replied and stepped back.

After a while, the subordinate came again to say: "The head of the family, the old man doesn't want money, food and clothing, and he only wants to see his son." ”

"Huh?"

Yang Wenyao glanced at the door of the bedroom, the door was still noisy, and he wondered in his heart: "I have never had a child, Xiaoli is still in labor, I don't know if it is a man or a woman, how can I say that the son?"

When he hesitated, he suddenly heard the sound of a bamboo pole hitting the ground outside the gate of the courtyard, and when he looked up, he saw an old man who looked like a Taoist priest walking through the door and walking straight towards him.

Seeing this, the subordinate hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Hey, you old man, why do you trespass on other people's residences without permission?

As he spoke, he reached out and pushed the old way.

Lao Dao was not angry, smiling, and let the man pull him, but he did not move. The subordinate was anxious for a while, and used his strength to feed, but even if he was tired and panting, it was still difficult to shake it.

As a cultivator, Yang Wenyao could see that this old Taoist was absolutely unusual, and he hurriedly said to his subordinates: "Don't be rude, you can step down." ”

The subordinates didn't dare to disobey, and Nuo Nuo continued to speak.

Yang Wenyao then let the old man go to the pavilion corridor, hugged his fists and bowed and said: "The subordinates don't understand etiquette, please don't blame the seniors." I don't know what the predecessors have to teach you?"

Yang Wenyao is bold and benevolent, willing to give, never arrogant to people with low status, and even more respectful to his predecessors.

The old man returned the joke and said: "The head of the Yang family does not have to be polite, I am a wandering Taoist, and today I happened to pass by here, and I saw that I had a fate with your son, so I had something to give." ”

"I don't know what the seniors mean by Childe......"

Lao Dao kept silent, and opened the burden in his hand. Yang Wenyao took a look and saw that the baggage was full of trivial things, among which there was a white jade box that was very conspicuous.

Lao Dao picked up the white jade box, handed it to Yang Wenyao, and tied the burden on his shoulder.

Yang Wenyao took it with both hands, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but secretly praise the exquisite carving of this jade box, which he had never seen in his life. Curiosity drove him to open the white jade box, which contained beads the size of a thumb.

The surface of the beads is as black as ink, with a faint blue glow. I don't know what it is, but it's not ordinary.

"I dare to ask my predecessors what is this, and what is the function?"

"It's not a rare thing, it's useless to me, but it may be of great use to Gongzi. ”

Seeing that he avoided answering, Yang Wenyao said again: "I don't know how much the baby is worth, I'm afraid that the younger generation will be unable to afford it." ”

"The head of the family is worried, and the poor road said that it was given to the noble son, and he didn't take a penny. ”

Yang Wenyao was shocked in his heart, not to mention the contents of this box, this white jade box alone is worth a lot of money, and there must be something strange in his heart. Then he closed the lid of the box, offered it with both hands, and said: "This treasure is rare in the world, and the younger generation can't afford it, so please take it back from the seniors." ”

Lao Dao smiled and said: "The head of the family doesn't have to shirk, everything in this world has its own cause and effect reincarnation, and this thing is given now, only because of the cause, and the retribution is what the poor Tao wants." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a cool breeze swept through the courtyard, and the rain carried away the last few leaves left on the trees, leaving only the bare branches.

Lao Dao glanced at the ancient tree that was about to wither, shook his head slightly, and said, "There is not much time left, so I won't meet your son, I'll go." ”

After that, he turned around and walked away despite the wind and rain.

Yang Wenyao was a little confused by Lao Dao's sudden words, and when he was at a loss, he saw that Lao Dao was about to walk out of the courtyard gate, and hurriedly said loudly: "Dare to ask the seniors about their names, where the immortal residence is, and the juniors will come to thank you in the future!"

Lao Dao laughed loudly, but he didn't stay, and chanted loudly to himself:

Pacing the two worlds, looking forward to the past and the present.

Although he is a reincarnation guest, he holds his heart for thousands of years.

Yang Wenyao listened, and was pondering the deep meaning, when he suddenly saw the rain stop suddenly, and purple light appeared in the air. The heavy lead cloud seemed to have been smashed open by an invisible giant hand, and it was as if a giant eye had suddenly opened to look down on the common people. A ray of light fell from the sky and shone directly on the door of the master bedroom of the Yang Mansion. Immediately afterwards, a baby's cry was like a phoenix roaring and a dragon roaring, resounding throughout the Yang Mansion.

"Born, born, born!

There was a lot of noise in the bedroom, and after a while, the door was pushed open, and a maid held a brocade-wrapped baby in her arms, and said to Yang Wenyao with joy: "Congratulations to the head of the family, Mrs. gave birth to a boy, and the head of the family has a successor!"

Yang Wenyao was overjoyed when he heard this, and looked at the baby boy in the maid's arms, but he didn't dare to take it, for fear of hurting the extremely fragile and cute little life.

"Master of the family, you see how much your son looks like you!"

"Childe?"

Yang Wenyao suddenly remembered what the old Taoist said, and hurriedly ran outside the courtyard gate, looking around, but where was there still the shadow of the old way?

Looking at his son's wrinkled little face, closed eyes and delicate little hands, Yang Wenyao's disappointment was swept away. He plucked up his courage and took his son tremblingly, only to feel that his mind was blank, and then he was full of emotion.

I think I was also full of enthusiasm, but now I live in a small Liyang, although I have lived up to the pride and ambition of my youth, but in exchange for a harmonious and complete home, it is also worth the money, and it is in vain.