Sun Guo is a small country, like other small countries in the Nantian Continent, Sun Guo yearns for the Northern Cold, the Central Plains, and the Tang Dynasty in the East, which is the yearning of Sun Haiping, the Supreme Sun of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and the ideal of every scholar in Sun Kingdom. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info is just like the pagoda in the capital, and the palace is extremely high, as if you can look at the Tang Dynasty thousands of miles away.

In the season of April, it can't be said to be cold, but there is no unbearable heat, a slight wind blows across the earth, sweeping through the Immortal Sword Empire of the Northern Cold, skipping the First Sword Sect of the Central Plains, blowing through the Tang Sect headquarters of the Eastern Soil and the Tang Dynasty, and raising some dust, this dust floats in the air like fog, and the sun shines in, reflecting a bunch of irregularities in the sun. The sunlight drifted across the East China Sea, then across the North Sea, through the Qingluo Sea, and finally landed on the top of this green mountain, where a thin literati scholar was sitting.

This literati is a little thin, his handsome face seems to make girls fall in love at first sight, he looks about sixteen or seventeen years old, he is not tall, he holds a wooden sword in his hand that does not have any sense of iron, but it seems to have a sense of age inside, and his clear eyes reveal a bright eye, but at this moment his wrinkled eyebrows make him smart, showing a sense of helplessness and confusion.

"The hope in my heart....... Shattered ....." The scholar sighed, his name is Ling Tian, he was originally a scholar under the green mountain, but because his father was the first rich man in Sun Guoqingcheng, he has lived an extremely rich life since he was a child, but in his heart he yearns for the east and the north cold, and wants to go to see the Tang Dynasty, see the outside world, and experience life.

It's a pity that his father Ling Han didn't let him go on a career path, and Ling Han hoped that his son would inherit his property and continue to become a rich man.

But since he was a child, Ling Tian's personality has been stubborn, others ask him to do it, if he likes it, he will give everything to do it, but if others ask him to do things he doesn't like, he will not do it.

Therefore, he arrived in the Imperial City of Sun Guo alone two years ago to take the entrance examination, however, he .......

"It's off the list.... I'm really stupid...."Ling Tian sighed sadly, laughing at himself slightly, and looked down at the wooden sword in his hand, his expression a little gloomy.

"Since then, I have raised my eyebrows and no longer relied on my father's ideal, which has become more and more distant..... Not to mention that after I developed up, I went to the east and the north cold...."Ling Tian smiled bitterly, sitting on the top of this quiet mountain, looking at the broken wooden sword in his hand, his expression became deeper and deeper, and he was dazed, he was afraid of the future, confused about his life, he didn't know what he should do in the future, and he didn't know where the road was....

Could it be that Sun Haiping, the emperor of Sun State, took a fancy to himself, maybe which prime minister saw him and decided to promote himself, or which nobleman decided to help him and achieve his dreams......

There are no answers to these questions, and for a teenager of sixteen or seventeen, such confusion seems to have turned into a big mouth that can devour the flesh and blood of human meridians, swallowing him invisibly, making him a little afraid.

"I'm after all.... I still want to go back to Ling's house.... Will you inherit my father's ancestral business..."Ling Tian was silent.

"That's all there is to it...."

Ling Tian raised his head, looked at the sky, and muttered to himself, the sky was big, very blue, and there was no end in sight, as if he couldn't see his future clearly.

After a long time, Ling Tian shook his head.

It wasn't until dozens of breaths had passed that Ling Tian withdrew his gaze and gradually hid the blankness in his expression, replacing it with a firm gaze.

"No matter what, whether it is an official career or an official, inheriting my father's property is just a part of life, in the end, I still have to live..."Ling Tian sighed.

His character is like this, he has hopes for life, and if it weren't for that, he wouldn't give up on his dream and return to this green mountain.

Ling Tian looked up at the sky, his heart was even stronger, he pulled out the wooden sword inserted in the ground, and Ling Tian walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

This wooden sword, and Ling Tian has a fate, Ling Tian met him when he went to the Imperial City of Sun Kingdom, and when he saw that he was fateful, he took it into his arms, and now, two years have passed, this wooden sword has also followed Ling Tian for two years, and it has also witnessed Ling Tian's path of following his career dream in the past two years.

Ling Tian walked down slowly, walking and walking, and suddenly heard a slight cry for help.

The cry for help seemed to float up from the bottom of the mountain, like a person's cry for help, but it was like the cry of hundreds, thousands of people...

Ling Tian hurriedly listened attentively, and in an instant, a weak cry for help reached Ling Tian's ears...

"Help...... Help..."A cry for help reached Ling Tian's ears.

Ling Tian's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly quickened his pace and rushed towards the mountain, and gradually, he had reached the halfway point of this mountain.

This mountain is called Qingshan, on the left, is Qingjia Village, is Ling Tian's home, and on the left is the imperial city of Sun Kingdom.

And now Ling Tian was standing halfway up the mountainside, his eyes contained incredulity and sorrow, looking at the blood-stained corpse at the bottom of the mountain, the blood on the corpse shone on the sunlight and reflected into Ling Tian's eyes, making Ling Tian, who was already very white, look even fairer in an instant, this whiteness came from the fear of death, but also the panic of the departure of relatives and friends.

The corpses were stained with blood, and the bones everywhere made Ling Tian suddenly burst into anger and sorrow, he saw his playmate since childhood, he saw his childhood sweetheart, he also saw...

Take care of yourself from childhood to adulthood Uncle Ling Hanye....

But the most eye-catching thing is a jasper hall in the Qingjia Village.

There are three big characters hanging on the floating board on the main hall, "Lingjiafu"

And an old man in the period held a long sword in his hand, facing the two young and powerful martial arts masters in front of him....

Although the old man is old, but the slashing of a sword seems to contain a rhythm, and the battle intent in his eyes has not diminished at all, and his powerful momentum, even a real martial arts master can only kneel on the ground and beg to be spared, but now, he Ling Han is old, and he is no longer as invincible as when he was young......... He has always concealed his background, not to his wife, nor to his son, but only to say... Myself.... is a landlord and a rich man, but who can understand his pessimism about being in a high position but having no choice but to give up, that despair, and reluctantly came to a small broken village to become a broken landlord.....

"I, Ling Han, the son of Ling Zhanxiao, the fifty-seventh generation martial arts alliance leader....... I am not sad to fall here today, what I regret is my child, the person of Mingjiao, you promise me a wish, the old man is willing to die by cutting off his muscles! ”

"Don't hurt my son Ling Tian!" Ling Han was majestic, his eyes seemed to contain stars, and he looked at death as if he were home.

"Old man Zhang Wuji, the supreme of Mingjiao, my Mingjiao has an enmity with you Ling Han, your Ling Han is dead, and you will have nothing to do with my Mingjiao, if you die.... Your son... The old man can consider letting it go! A man in black armor sat on a red horse and said lightly.

This red horse is amazing, as soon as it collapses, it will be dusty, not to mention the master on his back, the black-clothed battle armor Zhang Wuji is wearing a dragon slaying knife, it is the supreme of Mingjiao! The delicate son of heaven and earth, Zhang Wuji, who has existed in the world for thousands of years.

However, the Ming Sect is very magical, and their sect master is the immortal Dragon Slayer Knife advocate Wuji, but the magical place is that every hundred years, their sect's cultivation of Wuji will decline.

Back then, Zhang Wuji relied on his cultivation of the Wangfeng Dragon Slayer Sword Emperor to unify the martial arts overlord world, and now, his Mingjiao has fallen, and his cultivation at the moment is.... It's only the Sword Venerable cultivator for... can only bully some weaker sectarian families to establish power....

Just when Ling Tian looked at his father Ling Han with fear and panic in his incredible eyes.... Ling Han's eyes suddenly burst into a burst of light, and his body erupted with a powerful momentum....