Derivative Zi leaned against the wall and leaned against the corner, Nocturnal Cloud was his looker, after many years of hardship to become an immortal, crawling and rolling for more than 300 years, and now he is still a dog that comes and goes when Nocturnal Cloud moves.

The life of the helpless orphan and the enslaved phase have long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and the strong life is not for eternal life, but only for the realization of their own value.

He brought in thousands of immortals, so that they were protected from the disasters of the three clans, and the immortals who were obedient to the derivative children along the way, but now there is no polite etiquette, and the uncles who are all equipped with his derivative sons, and the immortals who are commanding have forgotten the grace of the bits and pieces, and abandoned them as if they were shoe.

But the derivative of the broom has always cherished itself, what superfluous thoughts do they have?

Back then, Nocturnal Clouds came to Fenglinzhou, and there was almost no place to stand.

So he found thousands of slave children with better quality from the mainland, and after paying the price of five night pearls, he finally transported the children to Fenglin Continent and used his magic powers to open and build the fairy cave.

In the harsh and harsh environment, less than half of the people survived, and Nocturnal began to reward the boys with spells, including a slave named 'Turtle Grandson'.

Over the past few hundred years, there have been many immortals who have successfully entered the realm of human gods, and some immortals have united to build towns outside, worshipping the three clans in exchange for relative stability.

The grandson of the turtle back then also took the name of the road and was named Derivation.

The derivative child has mediocre talents, and although he has entered the ranks of immortals, he is still very unimportant to the nocturnal cloud machine.

Nocturnal Cloud sends its descendants to lead the way to the newcomers, with the aim of causing them all to die at the wrath of the three clans.

Which Cheng wanted to make the derivative self-defeating, and successfully brought the first batch of immortals to the immortal cave.

Nocturnal Cloud is angry in his heart, this derivative usually looks clumsy, but when it comes to life-threatening matters, he becomes extremely alert.

Originally, Nocturnal Cloud would not let the derivative destroy his plot again, but those newcomers praised the derivative for his brains, and decided that he could also lead the way for the later immortals.

The derivative son smoothly brought a group of immortals into the immortal cave, which was something that Nocturnal Cloud did not want to see.

Gritting his teeth, Nocturnal Cloud finally contacted the Phoenix Clan in person, and let the Phoenix Clan successfully kill a large group of immortals before the derivative son.

The cooperation with the three clans is pleasant, and this is the selfishness of the nocturnal clouds.

Someone can threaten his host's status, and it is not his character to turn a blind eye, so he has an attitude of pandering to the void.

Kill two birds with one stone, both public and private, why not?

Derivative didn't know what Nightwalker was up to, but he sensed the host's displeasure.

He did a good job of guiding the way, and as usual, the Taoist master would praise or talk to others, why did he have nothing in one round?

This is where the derivative can't figure it out.

There must be a reason for things to go wrong, and this night master doesn't hate him, why does he have another attitude towards himself alone?

Did you mess things up?

Derivative Zi carefully wisped it, and a bold conjecture finally appeared in his mind.

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, but the feeling always lingered in his mind.

If you have something on your mind, you can't sleep, and the night is too quiet to sleep.

Derivative looked at the dozen or so immortals who were eating not far away, and he was a little stunned.

It's nice to live in a group and have friends!

He may never have such warmth.

Xiang Jian took out the roast mutton from the space ring, and originally wanted to eat some more, but it could be seen that there was an immortal not far from the corner who was leaning against the wall and looking at them, his stunned eyes were innocent and hesitant, probably because of the bitterness and helplessness.

Xiang Jian walked over with a leg of mutton and said, "If you don't mind, I'll give you this roasted leg." If you're bored, you can come and sit down. We're good people, and you don't have to worry about it. ”

"Thanks, I...... I'm not hungry!"

"We're not hungry either, but we're used to the seven emotions and six desires, so we go with the flow, so that we can live more authentically and humanely. ”

After Xiang Jian finished speaking, he stuffed the leg of mutton into the hand of the derivative, and said with a smile: "Daoist friends are alone, unlike those insidious people who form gangs, if you are willing, you can help each other and get through the difficulties together." ”

Xiang Jian's words are very common, but the derivative son feels warm, as an immortal, human feelings are superfluous, and even hinder cultivation, but for the derivative son who has lacked the care of others since he was a child, it is different, this is the first time that someone has been good to him, and he is still extremely moved in his heart.

The cold winter is coming, it was very cold in previous years, cold in body and mind, and now the derivative child has flowers in his heart, and there is hope, not only is it not cold, but it is also the most important time in his life.

Slowly biting the lamb, chewing, eating.

Cold meat tastes good and is very fragrant!

Donghuang Yu glanced at the derivative son and said, "It's okay, let's start making friends!"

"People can't be compared to each other, and he is really different from those people. ”

Xiang Jian thought for a moment and replied seriously.

"I know you've always had a good feel and an eye for you. ”

Donghuang Yu said, got up all of a sudden, and then took the wine gourd and walked towards the derivation.

"The one just now is called Xiang Jian, one of the Three Swordsmen, and the most famous gentleman group in the world, I and they know them like you and become good friends. Having such a stingy friend is often the beginning of the meaning of life. ”

"As the guardian of the family, I invite you to drink, I don't think you will refuse, because we are all the same people, and we are full of sincerity, and the wine is good!"

Derivative Zi was a little stunned, this person is really cheerful.

Donghuang Yu didn't care about the idea of the derivative, and stretched out his hand and forcibly shook the hand of the derivative to show friendship.

"Hello, my name is Donghuangyu!"

"Donghuang Yu, you are the person of the Donghuang family in their mouths?"

The derivative son has been in Fenglin Continent for hundreds of years, and the news is a little evasive, but he has heard the name of the Eastern Imperial Family.

"Yes, I'm a member of the Eastern Imperial Family, how about it? Isn't there a feeling of being famous and thunderous? Let's go, not only my father and uncle are here, but even my brothers and sisters and friends are also here!"

Donghuang Yu sent out an invitation, and even the wine gourd was handed to the living person who met for the first time.

"You...... Hello, my name is Yan ...... Xingyun gives birth to a child!"

The first time the derivative child was invited, it was still a little embarrassing, and it was also a lack of confidence.

As soon as Bai Mianyu came out of the small stone house, he saw that the derivative son was dealing with the people who guarded the family.

He is still very familiar with derivatives, and even says that they have a strong ability to survive in the wild.

He didn't know Nocturnal's plan, but at least he wouldn't open the door and sit still.

This derivative son smoothly brought thousands of immortals into the immortal cave, and Nocturnal Cloud would definitely be secretly angry with him, and it was estimated that he would be eliminated by the way.

Now that the Guardian Family and the Three Swordsmen have a relationship with the derivative son, isn't it also possible that they will be pushed by the nocturnal clouds?

Nocturnal Cloud is not a bad guy through and through, but he is not a good person who saves trouble, not to mention that his scheming is too heavy, and his harmless appearance of humans and animals is still outrageous.

If fate is not like this, then shouldn't he have hinted at it?

Are the Seven Absolute Heavens short-lived people?

Obviously not, in that case, why should he be amorous to himself?

The void and his fate are connected to the Seven Absolute Heavens, whether it is denial or recognition, the beginning or the end, it is not something he can control.

Ye Xingyun did not entertain those fellow brothers and sisters, but only made a confession to the dark sky, intercepting the sect, intercepting the sect!

Intercept a glimmer of life, the so-called avenue is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and escape one. This escaped one is the glimmer of life that the sect wants to intercept.

This line of vitality is the Tao of nature, inheriting the unity of heaven and man. Advocate that there is no virtue in the upper way, and only virtue in the lower way.

The avenue of fifty and forty-nine is a fixed number, and a line of vitality escapes, and the doctrine of interception is to intercept this line of vitality and evolve six paths. It is different from the meaning of expounding, eluciating, and opening up.

The derivative is still a little restrained, but it can eat meat in large chunks and drink a lot of wine.

Although he was only a friend of wine and meat, it was also rare, and the derivative son still quietly conveyed important information to Xiang Jian with the technique of sound transmission, which could be regarded as repaying this friend for his courtesy.

Xiang Jian drank and ate meat casually, but his heart was like a mirror, shining on the cat in the dark.