The top of the mountain is so high that you can pick the stars with your hands.

I dare not raise my voice, for fear of frightening the people in heaven.

Outside Xuanwu Town, the branch veins of Jingshan Mountain, the forest and the sea are reckless, the mountain peaks rise from the ground, the mountains overlap and overlap, like the undulating sea, majestic and magnificent, and like the dream-like clouds and smoke, sticking to the sky, the beauty is intoxicating.

The height of Jing Mountain is slightly reduced from northwest to southeast, there are 18,000 zhang on any mountain, and the top of Jing Mountain is as high as hundreds of thousands of zhang, quite has the tendency to reach the sky, and the posture of holding the sun in hand. People in the world often praise Jingshan Mountain, "Fanggu this mountain gets the sun first, and the peaks have no rain and clouds".

The mountainside is shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round, with a little isolated fairy air in the misty, if you look up from the foot of the mountain, you can only see the clouds and mist on the peak, the mountain path is meandering, like a ribbon falling down from the clouds, the stars are dotted, the bright moon is in the sky, all are like the embellishments on the ribbon, which is amazing.

Close to the outermost part of Xuanwu Town, there is a remote cliff, covering an area of more than ten zhang, white mist on three sides, sometimes turning into thousands of troops, sometimes rolling into a ball of cotton wool, sometimes turning into a long ayaluo, changeable. On the edge of the cliff, on a rock, a middle-aged man in a gray robe sat cross-legged.

The slightly mottled gray hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and his expression was calm, calm and gentle, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, but his heart was not as calm as it seemed.

Looking at the looming Xuanwu Town at the foot of Jing Mountain, the middle-aged heart fluctuated.

"Heh, still can't you put it down?"

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth raised slightly, and a mocking smile couldn't help but come out, in the past thirty years of his life, scattered patchwork memories suddenly came to his heart.

......

Middle-aged here was born at the foot of Jingshan Mountain, the emperor's family in Xuanwu Town, not the emperor's family, but with the emperor's family name.

The surname of the emperor is Qiyao, and he is the grandson of the emperor Zhantian, the head of the imperial family.

The emperor's family is an outsider in Xuanwu Town, and they are squeezed out by the old forces in the city everywhere, and suppressed by the cutting-edge forces.

After several years of hard work, he finally laid down his own power in the town, with a few shops in the town and a mine outside the town, and the life of the emperor family was better.

If the emperor's family is an outsider in Xuanwu Town, then the emperor Qiyao father and son are also the emperor's outsiders, although they follow the emperor's surname, but after all, they will still be talked about by the clansmen, especially after the death of their mother, the emperor Qiyao father and son are not treated by the clansmen, if it were not for the old man Emperor Zhantianli to disagree with the public, I am afraid that the father and son would have been swept away by the radical emperor family.

On the mainland, force is respected! When he was young, Emperor Qiyao was not martial, but under the pressure of his father, he also stepped into the martial arts early and has been practicing with his father Dichen.

The continent where Emperor Qiyao is located is called Star Dou Continent, and since the opening of the heavens in Pangu, for hundreds of millions of years, the cultivation method of the martial artists of the continent has also changed continuously with the changes of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

During the flood period, the aura of heaven and earth is sufficient, and the cultivators directly refine the vitality of heaven and earth to temper their own bodies, and the strongest can split the sky with one palm, shatter the ground with one foot, move mountains with one finger, and move the sea with one thought.

After sealing the gods, the human emperor Xuanyuan sealed the three worlds of heaven, earth and man. The cultivators of the human realm could no longer obtain enough Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and the cultivators began to find another way, turning to cultivating the Buddha and asking. Practicing the state of mind in the red dust to improve cultivation, the great achiever can feather and soar.

In ancient times, the aura of heaven and earth became more and more scarce, and it was difficult for the Buddha to make a big breakthrough and no longer get help from the outside world. Those at the pinnacle can tear the dragon and slaughter the elephant with their bare hands.

Now, the seal of the Three Realms has been loosened, and the aura of heaven and earth has been revived. The avenue is unbounded, and all laws can be cultivated. Although hundreds of schools of thought are contending, the mainstream martial artists of the mainland are majoring in star power!

What is the power of the stars? It is not simply the breath of the stars.

Sunlight, moonlight, grass and tree essence..... there are endless spiritual energy in nature, and there are all kinds of energy, once you become a star power warrior, you can refine it for your own use.

My father often said that those who have achieved great cultivation of the power of the stars will laugh at the wind and thunder, be angry at the sea and cold, break the sky with one palm, and dance with a sword for a long time!

The ancients, also known as Qiyao, were the collective names of the ancients for the sun (sun), moon (Taiyin), gold (Taibai), wood (year star), water (Chenxing), fire (Yingchao), and earth (Zhenxing). This is due to the ancient people's worship of the stars and nature.

"Qiyao" also has a special meaning in martial arts, and the seven parts of the human head, hands, shoulders, elbows, hips, knees, and feet are called Qiyao.

It can be seen that the young man's father has deep expectations and high hopes for his martial arts path.

But everything in the world often backfires, Emperor Qiyao practiced martial arts at the age of eight, and after five years of penance, he never broke out of the cocoon and entered the mortal.

His father Di Chen's own martial arts cultivation is not high, but he is particularly attentive to Emperor Qiyao's cultivation. took him all over the world, looking for solutions, and tried countless home remedies and soil methods, but he never found it.

When he was helpless to return home, he met a master on the road, and he said in one sentence:

"This son is only seen in his martial arts talent, and he is the emperor's destiny!

When Emperor Chen heard this, he was shocked, the so-called heart of martial arts, and everyone who cultivates martial arts knows it.

If martial arts aptitude determines a person's cultivation speed, then the heart of martial arts determines a person's martial arts achievements.

The heart of martial arts is also strong and weak, but this unborn heart of martial arts means that there is no chance of martial arts for the rest of your life.

Dichen was busy making great gifts and asking for the law.

The master smiled mysteriously:

"All it takes is chance!"

When Dichen heard that there was a cure, he was overjoyed and said,

"Please also make it clear to the master, where can I find this opportunity?"

The man laughed, left a word, and drifted away

"Between the cycle of life and death!"

...........

Back in the clan, because Emperor Qiyao was not interested in martial arts, it was okay, but every time he saw his father distressed about his martial arts, he would also feel ashamed.

As Emperor Qiyao got older, the insults of the clansmen intensified.

"One double waste, waste Laozi, waste son. “

"It's a little disaster to kill your mother at birth!"

"The emperor's family doesn't raise incompetent people, get out of the emperor's family!"

.......

The teenager's self-esteem was frustrated and he began to complain about his father and about fate.

At the age of fourteen, a great conflict broke out with his father, and the father and son have been strangers ever since.

In the years that followed, Emperor Qiyao began to study the way of business, and by chance he sought an opportunity to help in the shops in the clan, and since then he has shown a good business acumen, and the business of the shops is getting better and better, and the emperor's family has fewer gossiping talents.

Until the age of twenty-five.

His father, Emperor Chen, suddenly fell seriously ill, and when he was dying, he left Emperor Qiyao in front of the bed.

"When your mother gave birth to you, she went, I didn't want to live alone, but you were still in infancy, so I had to grit my teeth and live in the world for my father!"

"The emperor's family insulted me, I don't hate. Your mother is a beautiful lady, kind and gentle, but she has taken a fancy to me, a poor boy! Your mother treats me with deep affection, but I have not been able to give her a good life, because I am incompetent. ”

"On the mainland, the weak eat the strong, afraid of my father, afraid that when I leave one day, how should my child survive!"

"I've suffered you all these years, child, it's because the father is not strong enough to protect his wife and son, I am ashamed to be a husband and a father..."

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his father, Dichen, closed his eyes and never woke up.

At that time, Emperor Qiyao hated, hated that he was young and didn't understand his father, hated himself for watching his father die in front of him, but he was powerless, and even hated himself for being careful not to martial arts, Rao is father was dying, and he couldn't feel at ease!

So in the next five years, Emperor Qiyao quit his job in a shop in the city and practiced martial arts at home, hoping to fulfill his father's greatest wish before his death.

The memories of a lifetime are like a tidal wave, stirring and circling in the mind.

"Hehe, the cycle of life and death. Emperor Qiyao laughed to himself and stood up.

Emperor Qiyao looked indifferent, looked back at the direction of the emperor's house in Xuanwu Town at the foot of the mountain, jumped into the sky, and jumped off the cliff.

I closed my eyes and felt the wind howling in my ears, and the figures passed by in my mind.

"If there is an afterlife, my Emperor Qiyao will climb to the top of the martial arts!"