Speaking from the heart, Flowing Fire is a very boring person.

Uninteresting doesn't mean he's stupid, stupid, or that he's a stubborn guardian of some kind of values.

His boredom is simply due to his lack of knowledge.

Flowing Fire had never used gold or silver coins, and he hadn't even used copper plates a few times before he was 20 years old. Liuhuo has never seen famous mountains and rivers, never eaten delicious food, and never seen stunning beauties, and he doesn't even know how many countries there are in the Zhongzhou Continent.

But to be honest, Flowing Fire is still very spiritual.

This is the flow of fire before the age of 20, a little boy who is extremely boring.

Also, for an orphan who lost his mother at the age of seven and has never seen his father since he was a child, no form of education will entangle him.

Luckily, when he was ten years old, he met an old man, a very stinky old man.

The old man took him in very generously, and mysteriously said to the flowing fire, "I see that you are very talented, and you are a good seedling of cultivation, so you can follow me..."

Liuhuo, who has been wandering for three years, is not a fool, to be honest, if it weren't for the temptation of the chicken leg in the old man's hand, the Liuhuo would never have gone with him.

There is really no chicken leg in the world that is eaten for nothing, and the flowing fire was taken to Yongyang Mountain by the old man and began a very hard life.

Every day he had to chop wood, every day he had to run the mountain road, and the old man put on a heavy ironwood armor for him. If it weren't for the good food at the old man's house, Liuhuo might have really secretly escaped.

To put it bluntly, this old man's surname is Liu Mingliu, and people call him Liu Lao.

If chopping wood and climbing mountains is also considered cultivation, then the path of cultivation of flowing fire is really very hard. But fortunately, Liu Lao often makes some stinky medicinal soup to soak in the flowing fire, although the taste is not very good, but it is definitely very comfortable and very relieving.

And Liu Lao also taught Liuhuo to read and write, this is indeed Liuhuo's favorite, he likes to lie outside the window of the country book club since he was a child and listen to those white-bearded old men lecturing, although he is often bullied by bad boys, but he still often listens.

Later, during a lecture, Flowing Fire suddenly asked the master to give him a name. Because at that time, he was not called Liuhuo, but only had a nickname called June, and his mother said that he was born in June, so he had the nickname June.

At that time, it was summer, and the master looked at the scorching sun outside and said, "This ghost weather is really hot, it's like a fire, and you were born in summer, so why don't you call it a flowing fire..."

The master's irresponsibility made Liuhuo speechless, thinking to himself, should I be born in winter and be called cold?

However, no one can disobey the master's words, and after the master told the villagers in Yongyang Mountain the name of Flowing Fire, it can't be changed.

When it comes to the villagers in Yongyang Mountain, Liuhuo often slanders the master. The master is like a boss who collects protection money, doing nothing, just waiting for the villages in the mountains to provide for him.

These villagers seem to respect Liu Lao very much, and Liu Lao said that the apprentice is called Flowing Fire, then it must be Flowing Fire, and it must not be changed.

After a long time, Driftfire got used to this new name.

The cultivation in the deep mountains is very boring, especially the master and apprentice are even more obvious, but the master often conjures tricks to show the flowing fire.

In the scorching summer, the master holds a pot of hot tea, and in less than a moment it becomes a cold iced tea.

When the fire was chopping wood, the master often pushed him away and then stared at the firewood with his eyes. What's even more strange is that the master can actually see that a pile of chopping wood is coming, and the wooden block will actually crack on its own? At this time, the master will often turn around and walk away, leaving a back that thinks he is chic to flow fire.

Sometimes, the young Drift Fire would think about his mother in his dreams, and occasionally he would wake up crying. At this time, the master will draw a beautiful fire butterfly in the air with his fingers. Dancing butterflies always make the flow of fire feel better.

At that time, Liuhuo had already understood that the master really had two brushes, and it was not all bragging.

The long life of hard labor lasted for more than a year, and Liuhuo suddenly found that some inexplicable points of light often appeared in front of his eyes, flying back and forth.

When he told the master about this, the master was surprised for a long time, and finally he actually sweared.

"Damn, you're really a genius, it's only been a little over a year since you were able to comprehend the fluctuation of vitality..."

The master scolded, but he seemed to be very happy to swear. Liuhuo thought that he was really a genius, and he could make the master say dirty words so surprised.

Soon, though, Driftfire couldn't laugh anymore. It turns out that geniuses are the harder people in the world, at least more hard than hard labor.

The ironwood armor was doubled in thickness, and it was dead. In addition, in the past, I went down the mountain to carry grain once a month, but now it has become once a day.

Isn't it a disease to carry only one day's worth of food at a time? Also, there is not much food, so don't use stones to make up the amount.

Since then, the villagers in Yongyang Mountain have often seen a madman running around the mountains.

It is not uncommon to run all over the mountain with stones on your back, the key is to catch monkeys all over the mountain with stones on your back, which is a rare thing.

The monkeys of the entire Yongyang Mountain are unlucky, and they are harassed by the fire every day. At first, the monkeys resisted in groups, but they suddenly found that this madman was quite strong in combat, and a group of monkeys couldn't kill him.

If you can't beat it, you can run, but you can't run away, this madman is more flexible than a monkey, and he can catch one alive every day.

Luckily, the madman did not eat monkey meat, and when the madman returned home, he would release the monkey and sometimes give the captives a fruit as compensation.

By the end of the day, the monkeys had gotten used to it, or rather liked the game of hunting. As soon as they saw the Drifting Fire appear, they eagerly surrounded them, hoping that the Flowing Fire would pick them to play this very interesting game.

Unfortunately, the monkeys' happy hour didn't last a few years, and soon Driftfire went into retreat with his master. The master began to teach him some basic sorcery knowledge.

It was only at this time that Liuhuo knew that there was a sect in this world called the Creation Gate, and the master was the great worship in the Creation Gate.

People like the master are actually the legendary awakened ones, the immortals in the mouths of mortals.

Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, plus the light system and the wind system, the seven series of spells began to be studied and cultivated little by little, until the flow of fire became an adult, and the master's teachings were still echoing in his ears at that time.

"The Awakened are not immortals, they are just people who have a strong sense of the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, and they skillfully use the Yuan Qi to cast spells, not that they have their own mana..."

"The vitality is very fair, if you borrow their strength, you have to accept them, tolerate them, and even accept the backlash of the vitality..."

"What? It's painful to regurgitate? There are too many painful things, and your stomach hurts after eating too much, so don't you eat anymore?

"You have to learn to use force to fight force, power itself exists in heaven and earth, there is power in every substance, this is the power of vitality, as long as you can influence them, you can change their shape..."

"Do you think I split the firewood with my eyes?

The years of cultivation in Yongyang Mountain were spent in the shouts of the master.

The flowing fire really did not disappoint the master, when he was twenty years old, he officially stepped into the realm of small mastery, and this cultivation speed in the Creation Gate is probably only comparable to the inner disciples.

Although the talent of Flowing Fire is high, Liu Lao knows that his shortcomings are there, this apprentice is too inexperienced, and the ten years of penance in the mountains are all accompanied by this master and apprentice.

How can you grow up if you haven't experienced the wind and rain?

Liuhuo still remembers the instructions his master gave him before he went down the mountain.

"Flowing Fire, although you have now crossed the primary awakened and entered the realm of minor mastery. But your experience is far from enough, and it won't be good for your future practice..."

"You have to keep in mind that the little mastery is just on the road, you still have the realm of the big mastery above you, and then you have to cross the divine gate and cross the divine barrier..."

"After you go down the mountain this time, you can travel around, but by the end of next year at the latest, you must rush to the Heavenly Capital City of Chu State, which is the location of the Creation Gate. There's a better education, more honing..."

"After you go down the mountain, I'm going to go out to play, let's meet in the Creation Gate..."

After Liuhuo came down the mountain, he did not rush to the Chu State in the west, he came to the Shanyin Kingdom in the northeast of the Zhongzhou Continent. Flowing Fire wants to explore a place called the Black Mine Cave, which may contain the secret of his origins.

Liuhuo's mother died of illness, and when she was dying, she couldn't finish her words, she simply told Liuhuo a place name. That is the country of San'in, the black mine cave, Liuhuo knows, his mother wants to tell his father's information, but unfortunately the illness came too quickly, and finally his mother passed away with regret.

Going down the mountain this time, the young Liuhuo finally has the ability to explore his life experience, anyway, there is still plenty of time, so let's explore it slowly.

It's a pity that he didn't find out the location of the Black Mine Cave all the way, but heard the news of the Red Scale People's invasion of San'in Kingdom.

No, as soon as the flowing fire arrived in the border area, he had already seen the beacon fire in the distance.

The Red Scales have come to fight the Grass Valley again.

The San'in Kingdom was located in the northeast of the Zhongzhou mainland, and the long border line in the north separated the nomadic civilization from the agricultural civilization.

The northern savannah is rich in sturdy red-scaled horses, which are said to be the descendants of the ancient dragon horse, and there are traces of scales on the neck of the horse, hence the name of the red-scaled horse. And the steppe people who are good at domesticating red-scaled horses are called red-scaled people.

The wealth of the southern people attracts the attention of the grassland people all the time, and the cunning grassland people know that the lamb should be fattened and then killed, and they choose a different region every year to beat the grass valley.

Obviously, the small village in front of us has long fallen into the plans of the Red Scales, and the years of peace are nothing more than a storage of oil and water for today's harvest.

Grain, iron, tools, livestock, and, of course, slaves throughout the village, everything was harvested by the steppe people.

The slaves had been strung in a long string of ropes, the food supplies had been loaded, and the harvest of the Red Scales was ready to return to the grassland, and they did not dare to delay too much time. Because the army of Zhongli, the famous general of the Sanyin Kingdom, is not far from here, and it will be a big trouble to provoke the killing god.

Just as the hundreds of red-scaled cavalry were about to return with a full load, they never imagined that a person more terrifying than General Zhongli was approaching them.

The red-scaled cavalry who had finished the robbery were very excited, today's harvest was indeed quite a lot, all kinds of food and supplies filled more than twenty ox carts, and the slaves who were tied up in strings trembled under the blood-dripping scimitars.

A few slightly beautiful women had been dragged into the grass by the little leaders, and the strange screams of excitement mixed with the cries of the girls made the blood of all the cavalry beasts boil.

Just as the steppe people were in high spirits and preparing to return to the tribe, suddenly there were several strange cries from the front of the group.

The miserable cry startled the leader in the grass, and he let go of the white-flowered girl on the ground, fastened his belt, and ran forward.

When the leader arrives in front of the group, he suddenly finds a huge pit in front of him.

The pit was the size of half a house, and there were countless sharp wooden thorns under the deep pit. The two horsemen and their horses had been stabbed to death in the pit.

"What's going on?" shouted the leader as he looked into the pit.

"I don't know. We passed through here when we came, and we didn't find a pit, and it was impossible to dig such a big pit in such a short time..."

"Fuck, where did this pit come from?

Under the orders of the leader, dozens of knights jumped off their horses, poked the ground with spears in their hands, and carefully observed the road ahead. In addition, another group of cavalry quickly dispersed to check for ambushes around.

It's all in vain together, and there's nothing unusual everywhere.

In the leader's confusion, the cavalry began to move forward again.

There are strange things every year, and this year is especially a lot. Before the team had gone a hundred paces, three more huge pits appeared, and this time the loss was even worse, as eleven cavalrymen were killed by the wooden spikes under the trap.

Now the steppe people panicked, and the bravery of the red-scaled people was gone, and they gathered together like headless flies.

"It must be Zhongli's ambush... I've long said it's too close to Zhongli's army to come, but you just won't listen..."

"Fart, there are ambushes there, why didn't they get into a pit when they came? Who can dig such a big pit with such a big effort..."

"We must have offended the god of horses, and the god of horses must be angry that we didn't pay tribute..."

"Impossible, the horse god will only bless us steppe people, the southerners all believe in their awakened ones, how can the horse god protect them..."

The leader looked at his subordinates in a mess, his heart was furious, and he shouted viciously.

"Shut up... Drive the slaves to the front and let them show us the way..."