Extreme Martial Continent.

Yingyuan City, Qingtang Town, Mojia.

In the depths of the courtyard, begonia flowers bloom and the moonlight falls, reflecting a small wooden house in the depths of the courtyard. All wooden houses are built from the finest "Anmu", which has the effect of calming the mind, and ordinary people will never see a piece of Anmu in their lives, let alone buy it.

At this time, inside the wooden house.

"Hot water! quick!Bring hot water!Madame, don't be nervous!Inhale—exhale—hard—yes!Madam, make a little more effort!" A sweaty midwife tried to make her voice as soft as possible so as not to disturb the woman on the bed, and on the other hand, nervously urged the already busy maids in the room.

The maids who were waiting on the side were also in a hurry, and when each of them barely stopped, their front feet just came out of the hut, and in an instant they entered the hut with their hands full.

And lying on the bed, there was a pale, sweaty woman, her calloused hands tightly gripping the sheets, a few strands of hair in front of her forehead were wet with sweat and clinging to her forehead, at this moment, she was suffering a lot, as a mortal, but her eyes were firm and abnormal—it was a kind of power called "mother" by the world, supporting her.

Outside the wooden house.

Under the most beautiful begonia flowers, there are three beautifully carved wooden chairs and a wooden table, on which there are three cups of steaming tea, one of which has a few drops of tea on the table. There were only two men sitting on the three wooden chairs—one on the left, dressed in a coarse linen robe, with a pair of calm eyes flashing with wisdom from time to time, and the one on the right, dressed in a light practice uniform, revealing an explosive dark skin.

As for the empty wooden chair, it was not that there was no one, but that the owner of the wooden chair kept sitting down and standing up repeatedly, pacing back and forth every time he stood up. As soon as I sat down, I drank all the hot tea, and the tea that overflowed was because I was too nervous, and my hands trembled when I picked up the teacup.

"I said Yonghong, can you sit calmly and drink tea when the sky falls? Look at our good big brother, our family head is about to become an ant on a hot pot, and you still look light. In my opinion, you and that kid Yongliang really complement each other!Speaking of Yongliang, I don't know where that kid is now, how is he doing?" the dark-skinned man muttered, and drank the boiling tea on the stone table.

The man in the coarse linen robe smiled bitterly, took a sip of the tea in his hand, and then said unhurriedly: "Second brother, you are really the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry." The midwives we invited were the best midwives in more than a dozen towns within a radius of the city, and the children delivered in her hands were each safe for mother and child. You can wait to be an uncle with peace of mind!"

While the two were saying this, the man who was not sitting on the wooden chair was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, his face was full of anxiety, and his weather-beaten eyes showed a nervousness and uneasiness that he never usually had. He is also dressed very ordinary, the same as ordinary people, the only difference is that he is draped in the ink-colored robe that symbolizes the peak of power, even in a state of anxiety, the majesty of the superior formed by the long-term high position, also shows the difference of this man.

This man is the head of this family, Mo Yongfan. The woman who was giving birth in the wooden house was his wife, Wang Yuwei.

As for the two men sitting on the wooden chair, the man with a big grin is called Mo Yonghua, the second in line, and the man in linen who is breezy and light, is called Mo Yonghong, and is the third.

These three men are the three most powerful [martial artists] in the Mo family, the most powerful in Qingtang Town.

What is the martial family?

What is a warrior? Turning over his hands for clouds, covering his hands for rain, walking with the sky, controlling power, is for warriors.

The night became thicker and thicker, and at some point, the clouds obscured the moonlight, and the clear moonlight became hazy, and a melodious song sounded, as if coming from the moon, and as if from the beginningless land. The singing is like the heavenly fairy music that is rarely heard in the world, washing away the turbidity, suddenly like the aftersound that lingers around the beam for three days, making people intoxicated, and like the wail of the abyss, which makes people unable to extricate themselves. At the moment when the song sounded, Mo Yongfan, who was anxiously walking back and forth, Mo Yonghong, who was about to enter when he picked up the teacup, pedestrians on the street, between victory and defeat in the martial arts arena, the blood color of the moment of the battle of life and death, the flow of Wu Yuan in the secret room, and even the birds flying into the sky, the fish jumping out of the water, the fallen leaves falling with the wind, and the silent flow of the breeze...... It all stood still in that moment.

All the dynamics become a frozen picture.

The fairy music was faint and inaudible to mortals, except for the woman in the cabin, who was his mother, who heard the music.

"Uhh

A loud cry pierced the still world, and everything returned to normal.

Mo Yongfan's heart throbbed, and he clearly felt that the person whose body was half flowing with his blood was born in this world.

He rushed into the wooden house impatiently, only to see a group of people kneeling on the ground, and the midwife led by him was the first to shout: "Congratulations to the master of the family, happy to the son!

"Congratulations to the master of the family, happy to the prince!" all the maids congratulated at the same time.

Mo Yongfan ignored them and hurried to the bed, only to see that the child was already asleep beside his mother. Wang Yuwei had just given birth to a child, and she was still very weak, but the tenderness and love in her eyes when she looked at her child made Mo Yongfan almost jealous. Strange to say, this child cried when he was born, and then immediately fell asleep, breathing evenly, his face was ruddy, white and fat, very cute. Mo Yongfan sat on the edge of the bed, holding Wang Yuwei's hand tightly, the husband and wife glanced at each other, no one spoke, and everything was already unspeakable.

After a long time, Wang Yuwei said: "Husband, what do you say, what is the name of our child?"

"What do you think?" Mo Yongfan asked rhetorically.

Wang Yuwei, who has always listened to her husband's opinion, hesitated for a while, and a thought involuntarily came to her mind - it was the song: "Husband, I want to name this child 'Song', okay?"

"Their generation is the generation of the word 'heaven'...... In this way, it is the ...... of the 'Song of Heaven'"

"Heaven is impermanent, and the nine realms are like songs...... Nine Songs of Tianxing. ”

"Okay! From now on, my son's name is 'Mo Tiange'!"

No one knows that this name will become a legend in the ups and downs of the era.

......

Rewind time to this child...... Oh, it should have been the moment when Mo Tiange made the first sound of his birth.

Western Desert.

In a dilapidated temple - not so much a temple, but it is more appropriate to call it a dilapidated house, because those terrible cracks make people feel that this temple will collapse at any time, and in the center of this dilapidated temple, there is a Buddha statue with gold paint falling off, the Buddha statue suddenly opened its eyes, and its eyes were bright, at this moment, the eyes of countless warriors who came to explore the Western Desert lost their color, and suddenly knelt on the ground in the direction of the Buddha statue, and recited the Buddha's horn and were silent.

The Buddha's eyes stared at the dark black sky, and in a trance, a magnificent voice resounded throughout the Western Desert, awakening countless powerful emperors.

"Amitabha, all living beings are Buddhas. ”

East China Sea.

An inexplicable place swallowed by darkness also opened a pair of eyes, these eyes have no whites of eyes, no pupils, more like two black holes that devour everything, exuding a cold and evil aura.

After a long time, an emotionless voice came out.

"Donghai listened to the order, did his best, and brought him back, life or death, no matter what!"

Kitahara.

A middle-aged man in a bear coat leads a hobbling little girl, digging through the ice and fishing. Suddenly, the fishing rod moved, and the middle-aged man quickly pulled the fishing rod, and an unknown creature was caught, and the perfect body of the nameless creature shimmered in the moonlight.

"Huh, Abba, what is this? How come I've never seen one. The little girl looked curiously at the unknown creature.

The middle-aged man touched the little girl's head lovingly and said, "This is a dragon!"

As he spoke, the creature called the "dragon" by the middle-aged man gradually faded, and a loud voice came from the sky above the northern plains.

It's like a dragon's roar!

Southern Wilderness.

In a night market in the capital of the Midsummer Dynasty, an old beggar in tattered clothes was begging along the street, and suddenly, the broken bowl in front of him was thrown into a white crystal coin, which had been turning around in the broken bowl.

"Old rascal, this white crystal coin is rewarded by Lao Tzu! Quickly calculate it for Lao Tzu, is that kid born?"

The old beggar looked up, and saw a young man digging his nostrils very indecently, and his face was beaten up.

"Stinky boy, do you know what it means to respect the old and love the young! It's just a white crystal coin, don't do it!"

"Yo he! The old bones are quite hard! I was thinking of inviting you to [Weak Water Three Thousand] tonight! It seems that Lao Tzu has saved a sum of money!" said the young man and was about to leave.

The old beggar grabbed the young man and said, "Boy...... No, uncle, you're uncle! old rascal, I'm just talking about playing. Isn't that the [Child of Prophecy]! I'll do the math for you!"

The young man listened to the old rascal's loud shouting without any scruples, and hurriedly covered the old beggar's mouth: "You second uncle!

The old beggar was covered with his mouth covered, and he couldn't breathe, so he had to nod his head "woo".

It is also the Southern Wilderness, but it is not the royal capital of Zhongxia, but in the depths of the palace of the Zhentang Imperial Capital, an old man in white has vicissitudes in his eyes, a sad and compassionate appearance, and sighs deeply: "The troubled times full of corpses and bones, the great world of talents, and the glorious and brilliant ......"

"Alas......"