At the southern edge of the rotten land, there is a snow-capped mountain, which seems to stand majestically as a silver peak under the canopy.

The snow-capped mountain is inhabited by the Yun tribe, which has been isolated from the world in recent years, so it is called Cloud Mountain.

Yunshan is covered with snow all year round, and in this piece of white mang, an ancient tree with ten people hugging each other is particularly conspicuous.

Under the ancient tree, a young man in white sat cross-legged, this young man was about fourteen or fifteen years old, but he was seen to be handsome, with thin lips and a straight nose, and his cheeks covered with sweat.

Not far away, there was a group of young boys and girls, who held their breath and quietly watched the young man in white.

At this time, I don't know who shouted: "Look, wings! It's wings, I see ...... wings!"

When the words fell, the boys and girls present all opened their eyes suddenly, and their eyes moved to the back of the young man in white.

The ancient trees slowly poured out a blue mist, hovering around the white-clothed boy. He opened his mouth to suck it in, his chest heaving, and a pair of misty white wings flashed behind him, flickering and flickering.

The wings loomed three times, and then disappeared again, but his body kept trembling, as if he had endured a great cold.

The young boys and girls who were watching exclaimed, their faces full of disbelief, and they immediately gathered together and exchanged ears.

"Oh my God, I ...... I seem to see the wings, which of you do?"

"I see it...... It's true, the wings appeared!"

"I didn't expect him to succeed!"

"That's his dead face, occupying the cultivation time of Brother Jin in the clouds, it's no wonder if he doesn't succeed!" The young man who spoke had a huge black mole on the corner of his mouth, and his face was full of indignation.

Hearing this, some jealous teenagers also echoed it.

"That's right, we can only cultivate under the ancient tree for one hour at a time, but he has to cultivate for two hours?

"Think about it, in the six months that Brother Yun Zhongjin has been in retreat, which cultivation has not taken up two hours? How much time has this wasted everyone?"

This ancient tree has grown for nearly a thousand years, and its body is full of spiritual energy, so it has become an excellent place for cultivation. However, due to the large demand for aura when cultivating, in order to reduce the burden on the ancient tree, it can only be allocated to these children according to time.

The black mole boy sneered: "Brother Yun Zhongjin will not be out until the end of the year, and the competition is already close at hand, and the temporary sharpening of the knife is three points fast, and let Yun Chu delay everyone's cultivation?"

It turned out that they were all working hard for the patriarch selection competition in ten days.

Hearing what the black mole boy said, most people felt justified, and they blamed the boy under the ancient tree in an attempt to drive him down.

Yun Chu was refreshed after cultivating, and when he heard the shouting and cheering, he reached out and nodded the tip of his nose, and he was not surprised, he had no father and mother since he was a child, and his status in the clan was low, and he was often bullied by others.

"I'm going to get him down for everyone!"

The black mole boy came to Yun Chu's body and said angrily: "Senior Brother Yun Chu, the time to choose a young patriarch is just around the corner, everyone is in a hurry to cultivate, you can't delay us any longer." ”

Yun Chu said: "Before the retreat, Brother Yun Zhong gave me his share of his cultivation time, this matter has been agreed by the elders, don't you know?"

"Did the elder agree? Why don't we know? I think you shouldn't delay everyone's time any longer, okay?"

Listening to the words of the black mole boy, there was a burst of cheers from the crowd over there, and they all accused, all of them saying something like calling Yun Chu to go down.

Yun Chu glanced at the crowd and said, "If you have the ability to let me go down, I will go down." ”

Hearing this, the black mole boy's face hardened, and he thought, "I can't beat you, but it's not difficult to disturb your cultivation." ”

"Under the ancient tree, it is the place where the disciples of our clan's 'Zhongzi generation' cultivate, are you considered a Zhongzi generation? Your name is Yun Chu, and you do not belong to any generation of Yunshan. After speaking, the young man with the black mole looked happy, knowing that he had poked the other party's sore spot.

Yun Chu's expression lowered when he heard this, and for him, the words of the black mole boy were extremely sharp.

Things need to start with the decline of the Yun Clan.

In the year 506 of Suping, a dreamlike disaster occurred in Unshan. After the incident, most of the population disappeared.

However, this is not the case, and the surviving population of more than 100 people, during that period, the memories were confused, as if possessed by ghosts.

They can't remember what happened that day, they can't remember what the Yun Clan used to do, they will blur it in the blink of an eye, and they will forget it after a while. Others don't even recognize their own people and their parents.

It was the darkest period in the history of the Yun Clan.

Fortunately, with the passage of time, people's memories gradually recovered, and they recalled all kinds of Yunshan and recognized the people around them......

However, they did not have the slightest impression of the disaster in Supyeong in 506.

Yun Chu was only three years old that year, and his impression of his parents was extremely vague, so it is no wonder that he was only one year old when the disaster struck.

Sadly, after recovering the memories of the surviving clansmen, no one could remember whose child this boy was, as if such a person suddenly appeared.

At that time, the people in the clan were terrified, and almost everyone regarded him as a bad thing. They believe that this child has an inexplicable relationship with the disaster.

In the years that followed, life settled down, and no one paid attention to the child.

The patriarch gave him the name "Yun Chu", and did not classify him in the generation of the Yun clan, so he had a single name.

Yun Chu has been bullied by his peers since he was a child, and he has few playmates.

Yun Zhongjin, the son of the second elder, has a calm and steady personality, and has a good relationship with Yun Chu since he was a child, not only asking for him to cultivate under the ancient tree, but also giving his share to the other party when he was in retreat.

"Why don't you speak?"

Yun Chu saw that he was puffing out his chest and was quite angry, so he said, "What did you say, talking about the huge black mole on the side of your mouth?"

The black mole young man's eyes were full of anger, and he pointed at Yun Chu's nose and said, "You see, his nose is pointed, but the noses of our people are round, he is not from the Yun Clan at all!"

When the young men and girls not far away heard this, their faces were full of astonishment, and they really touched their noses to see if they were round or pointed.

At this time, a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old shuttled through various areas of Yunshan, and asked about Yun Chu's figure when he saw people.

He searched all over Yunshan, but he didn't see each other, the beads of sweat on his forehead kept rolling down, and he was already walking straight towards the direction of the ancient tree.

Under the ancient tree, Yun Chu was still sitting cross-legged, and the black mole boy summoned a few teenagers, surrounded him in the center and pointed, almost wanting to make a move.

At this time, an exclamation suddenly came from the crowd: "That person seems to be Brother Jin in the clouds! Look, it's Brother Jin in the clouds!"

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a figure galloping towards this side on the path. The young man's dull face looked extremely flustered.

This person is the son of the second elder, Yun Zhongjin, who has a very high status among his peers.

"'Xuanling Pass' is so important, why did he get out of the customs after half of his cultivation?"

Xuanling Pass is the most important retreat of the Yun Clan, many people work hard all their lives, but it is difficult to obtain a cultivation quota, and if this level is abandoned halfway, they can only start all over again.

When everyone saw that Yunzhong was suddenly out of the customs, and they looked like this again, they couldn't help but talk about it.

The frightened soul of the black mole boy flew, and he muttered in his heart: "Could it be that he knew that I was making things difficult for Yun Chu, so he went out of the customs in advance and asked me to ask the teacher?"

Yun Chu's face changed slightly, and he thought, "Could it be that he learned about that thing......?" Yes, it should have been Rou'er who told him, damn Rou'er, make a big fuss. ”

Seeing that Yun Chu was thoughtful, the black mole boy was even more sure of what he was thinking, and he couldn't wait to kneel down and kowtow to admit his mistake.

In Yun Chu's eyes, Yun Zhong walked quickly, stood beside him, and spat a few words into his ear in a daze.

Yun Chu's face was solemn, and he wondered, "Why? What happened?"

Yunzhong was not good at words, and he didn't know where to start, so he shouted violently: "Don't ask so much, Rou'er is waiting for you there, hide inside, don't come out no matter what happens!"

Yun Chu tensed all over, only then did he know the seriousness of the matter, and hurriedly got up to leave.

The two hurried away, and the crowd fell silent for a moment.

The young man with a black mole kneeling under the tree slowly got up, and the young boys and girls not far away looked at each other, and their intuition told them that something extremely serious had happened in Yunshan!

"Let's go along and have a look!"

As soon as these words came out, dozens of young boys and girls kicked their legs and ran in unison in the direction where Yun Chu went.

A young man in white stood motionless, the corners of his mouth lifted an arc, and he sneered: "I am afraid that even the patriarch will not be able to save him from this disaster." ”