That year, Tan Li, who was only eleven or twelve years old, was bullied by a group of children of the same race, the blood stains on his forehead that had dried were stained bright red, his hands were trampled on the ground, his joints were a little misaligned, he endured the pain, and his eyes were bottomless.

"Aren't you very capable, aren't you the heir to the high priesthood"? A boy pointed to the boy's head on the ground, poking it again and again.

"He is still a high priest for what he has, delusional"? A girl's childish voice was full of disdain.

"That's not delusional, hasn't the sect master already designated him as the heir to the high priest in front of all the clansmen?" The other kid sneered.

"That's not because the Sect Master is fascinated by his mother, or you should let your mother go and confuse the Sect Master," a slightly older child said to the girl.

"He's a vixen, he's a bad woman, and my dad is confused only when he's confused," the girl said angrily, raising her foot and stomping on the boy's hand on the ground.

Zhan Li couldn't bear it anymore, he was bullied by them to death just now and endured it, but he never allowed others to say that his mother was not, he stood up with difficulty, stared at the few people in front of him who said bad things about his mother, his anger couldn't be suppressed, and he punched the big boy's body, the boy couldn't bear it, and he fell backwards and fell on all fours.

"If you dare to hit someone, give it to me", the girl encouraged the children around her to besiege her.

Zhan Li glared at the girl resentfully, her half-sister actually wanted to kill herself so much, she really didn't think about family affection at all. In the end, he couldn't get away from their fists and kicks, and was knocked to the ground again.

"Yo, it's a lot of fun, I don't know if I can join"? Yan Moyu was dressed in a blue and blue slim robe, a light blue coat was draped, his sideburns were tied up, and a pair of obsidian-like eyes under the scattered bangs had a somewhat playful expression.

"Who are you", a boy looked at Yan Moyu, who was about the same age as himself, full of luxury, and he could feel his momentum from such a distance.

"Well... Secrets", Yan Moyu said playfully, glanced at everyone, and his eyes fell on the body of Zhan Li, who bowed his head and was silent, only to see that the blood was hitting the soil drop by drop, and a faint anger surged into his heart. Yan Moyu ignored everyone's eyes, slowly walked to Zhan Li's side, raised Zhan Li's chin with one hand, and looked at this handsome face distorted by pain at the moment, still silent, his eyes were obviously burning with anger, but he was still trying his best to hold back.

"Don't you want to join, kill him", the girl's noisy voice sounded, making Yan Moyu suddenly frown in disgust.

"Why do you want him to die so much"? Yan Moyu let go of Zhan Li, and asked the girl calmly, but his eyes were just staring at Zhan Li.

"His mother is a vixen, specializing in confusing men, he doesn't know which man his mother gave birth to, and he is not qualified to live", the girl said confidently.

Yan Moyu saw something other than anger in Yan Li's eyes, it was a kind of sadness, a kind of power that could pull people into hell, but he was still struggling to escape from the entanglement of this power, and suddenly felt as if he should pull him, so he stood up, stretched out his right hand to Yan Li, and said, "Hey, how long are you going to lie down"?

Yan Li raised his eyes to look at Yan Moyu who was talking, the sun radiated from behind him, the warm smile on his face was so dazzling, and a calloused hand was close at hand, and he was at a loss for a while.

"Not going to get up"? Yan Moyu gave a gentle expression.

Yan Li paused, like a demon, holding Yan Moyu's hand, and his cold heart instantly warmed up.

Yan Moyu pulled him away, took out a brocade to wipe the blood stains on his forehead and the dirt on his face for him, and his movements were gentle and natural, making everyone look dumbfounded.

"Hmph... You're... Even you will fight together", the girl was very indignant at Yan Moyu's behavior, originally he was a friend, and this would have been clearly classified as an enemy.

"Oh...", Yan Mo Yuhuan looked around, and said with a hearty smile: "Really, then hurry up, I still have to take him to heal his injuries"?

"Give it all to me", apparently the girl was furious to the extreme.

Several boys swung their fists over, and they were knocked down without even touching the corners of Yan Moyu's clothes, only hearing the sound of bones clicking, and it was estimated that they were all dislocated.

Yan Moyu walked to the girl's side, a head taller than the girl, Yan Moyu's cold eyes approached her with a sense of oppression, and with a snap, the girl fell heavily to the ground, tears falling down. Yan Moyu didn't expect this girl to be so intimidated, smiled awkwardly, turned around and walked away with Yan Li.

Yan Moyu asked people to prepare hot water for Zhan Li to freshen up and put on new clothes, and asked the doctor to look at Zhan Li's injuries, and gave him the best medicine he carried with him to apply it, and said: "Li, this is for you, once in the morning and once in the evening."

He was not only surprised that he knew his name, but also surprised by what he called himself, but somehow, he felt very heartwarming when he heard it, no one had ever called himself that, and he felt inexplicably cordial.

Yan Moyu stared at the daze Zhan Li, became more and more interested, smiled interestingly, flicked his fingers on his forehead to help him come back to his senses, and teased: "What, moved stupid"?

"No", Zhan Li felt that he had said something wrong and hurriedly explained: "I was moved, but I was not stupid."

"Okay, not stupid", Yan Moyu repeated his answer, holding back a smile.

Yan Li felt Yan Moyu's joke, but he couldn't get angry, he didn't know who the other party was, and it was not good to ask directly, for fear of being abrupt, he thought about it and said, "How do you know me"?

Yan Moyu rolled his eyebrows and said, "After yesterday, is there anyone in the entire Ethereal Valley who doesn't know you?"

After hearing this, his eyes sank, yesterday the sect master announced himself as the successor of the next high priest in front of the eyes of all the clansmen, and he was given the gift by the current high priest, such a big thing has indeed spread all over the Ethereal Valley.

"Were you at yesterday's service?"

"Of course, I'm here for this."

"Then why haven't I seen you"? Zhan Li looked up at Yan Moyu and asked.

"Did you have the heart to notice the people next to you?"

"I...", I was irrefutable, I was stunned at that time, and after the sect master announced it, I didn't pay attention to what anyone said, I only thought about my own thoughts.

"Are you helping me because I am the high priest's successor? I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, I don't plan to succeed the high priest", Zhan Li had to speculate, after all, he had already seen the snobbery of adults.

"Oh... You're really not suitable right now."

Yan Li didn't expect Yan Moyu to say this, and he felt a deep sense of loss in his heart, although he was telling the truth, he was still very hurt, and he smiled self-deprecatingly: "Then you are still...".

"I'll help you, just because it's you, and it has nothing to do with anything else," Yan Moyu replied firmly. "People like me... It's not worth your help", said with some self-abandonment.

"I think it's worth it", Yan Moyu looked at Yan Li's answer without hesitation, and the firmness and confidence on his face were not hidden at all.

Yan Li was shocked by Yan Moyu's words, and saw a small microcosm of himself in Yan Moyu's clear eyes, as if something had dug up a clear spring in his heart, illuminated the deepest darkness, and immediately saved his soul, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"What are you crying about"? Yan Moyu was a little confused.

"It's nothing", Zhan Li wiped away his tears and replaced them with a smile.

"I'll send you back to your residence", Yan Moyu threw a handkerchief to Yan Li, turned around and walked out, specially slowing down and waiting for Yan Li to catch up.

"I don't know who you are yet"?

"Yan Moyu".

"You are royal"?

"Hmm".

"That...", Yu Li stopped, feeling more humbled here in Yan Moyu.

"What's that, let's go", Yan Moyu dragged Yan Li forward.

When the two arrived at the gate of the mansion, they happened to meet the current high priest Yukan.

"His Royal Highness King Kang, where did you go just now", Zhan Kan glanced at Yan Moyu behind him, looked at his injuries, and said lightly: "The sect master is looking for you"?

"High Priest, I..."

"Okay, it's all in the ancestral hall, let's go."

"Yes", Yan Li glanced at Yan Moyu and ran towards the ancestral hall.

"His Royal Highness King Kang, how can you be with Zhan Li?"

"Oh, it just happened to happen", Yan Moyu raised his feet and stepped into the mansion, turned his head to Yan Kan and said, "How could you choose Yan Li as the successor of the high priest?"

"It's not my choice, it's God's will, and his birth date coincides."

"Oh..., the Tan clan has many heirs, if you want to bury someone, it should be easy."

"Your Highness, this matter is also what the sect master meant."

"What does he mean"?

"It's a long story...", Zhan Kan coughed from time to time, and told him about his life experience one by one.

"I see, no wonder", Yan Moyu realized, and learned more and more about the current situation of the mother and son, "High priest, let's go to the ancestral hall to have a look."

"Your Highness, after all, it's a matter of the clan, and we're still..."

"So, you know what it is for you to leave the ancestral hall."

"Well, if it's the small one, you'll drive it out of the Ethereal Valley, and the big one will lose your life."

"What"? Yan Moyu didn't care about it, and went to the ancestral hall with light skills. Yan Kan was weak because of his body, and he couldn't catch up, but he also hurried to the ancestral hall, if King Kang was involved in this matter, it would not just be a matter of the Yan clan.

The ancestral hall was already full of people from the Yan clan, a group of elders of the Yan clan were all serious, the sect master stood with his hands behind his back, two women knelt on the ground, and the mother of the Yan Li was kneeling on the ground with the two children, and she couldn't cry anymore.

An elder of the clan stood up and said sternly: "How can the bloodline of the Yan clan be defiled, this evil obstacle cannot be left."

Many people in the crowd of onlookers responded, and some people felt that the child was pitiful, and discussed whether it was enough to drive out of the valley.

"Sect Master, take your people," another good-faced elder said.

"Kun, don't hesitate, the evidence is conclusive, she has been lying to you, do you still want to protect you"? The woman in the apricot-colored dress was none other than Zhan Kun's flat wife, Mrs. Qiao.

The sect leader Zhan Kun loves Zhan Li's mother deeply, and has always felt that she is incompetent, making her suffer so much, ashamed of their mother and son, and she doesn't believe that she will deceive herself.