[After 3 months]

The night is like a curtain, descending slowly. On Kangzhuang Avenue in the north of the city, the smoke of firecrackers has not yet dissipated. The two-storey wooden house of the "Good Luck Coming" restaurant has been illuminated by the lights, and the light of the lamps and candles illuminates the thick wooden walls as if they are transparent, giving people a dreamlike feeling. The rooms of the restaurant are burned with refreshing mid-range incense, and the fairy mist is shrouded in a fairy mist to pray for good luck for the guests, but the smell of the expensive incense has long been covered by the aroma of various delicacies, and only the aroma of rice and wine are left in the nostrils of the guests.

June in the north is not much better than in the south, and the air is still sweating after a hot day. Silver Dust picked up a boy who had just tripped over something and shattered five plates of exquisite dishes with one hand, and kicked it with all his strength. directly kicked the boy who was a head taller than him, but was also skinny, and rolled on the ground three or four times, so painful that he begged for mercy. In the next second, a leather whip fell heavily on Yinchen's thin body, and the blue-blue coarse linen clothes flew out like torn rice paper, and a wound half a finger deep, as if the flesh and blood cut by a sharp weapon suddenly appeared on Yinchen's back, blood splashed, and Yinchen instinctively screamed, and also fell. The reality is so cruel, although Yinchen has become the leader of the junior seconders in the hall in three months with his good-looking appearance, meticulous mind and capable hands and feet, but in the final analysis, he is just a slave of the foreman. If the people below make mistakes, he will also be punished, and the big and small shopkeepers who manage them will not open up because he can read and count words.

The second whip fell, and the silver dust filled the ears with the sound of the whip. It was not an ordinary sound of breaking the air, but a real wind that could emit outside the body. Only those who have cultivated to the fifth level or above in "Qingfeng Duel" can send their power out of their bodies to form a gangfeng, which has the destructive power of a hot weapon, and the holder of that whip is a person in the fivefold realm of Qingfeng Duel, and each of his whips carries a fierce gangfeng, hitting the body, it is like cutting directly with a sword.

The sound of the wind quickly approached, and the fingertips of Silver Dust quickly sprang out a little spark. He closed his eyes, discerning the position of the whip only by his ears, ready to rebel. This is the second time this month, the first time he didn't resist, let the shopkeeper whip violently, and as a result, he lay on the bed for half a month.

The fierce wind slashed across Yinchen's body, and Yinchen felt a hot pain in his back. The whip did fall, but it wasn't him.

There was a crisp "pop!", followed by bursts of cheers from all around. Then there was a louder and crisper "pop!". The wind pressure as sharp as sharp metal whistled through the wound where Silver Dust was still bleeding, but there was no more sharp pain that pierced the heart when the whip fell directly. Silver Dust secretly opened his eyes and stared in horror at the blurry mass of flesh not far away that twitched and howled and begged for mercy. He couldn't tell the difference, a few seconds ago it was a shopkeeper, an eleven-year-old.

"My lord spares my life!" The boy's voice gradually became hoarse and faint, and the trembling cry gradually turned into a violent gasp, and the gradual gasping became weaker, and the sound of the whip that kept falling became more and more arrogant.

Yinchen closed his eyes and stopped looking, it was useless to look. He knew that another shopkeeper was going to be replaced, just like when he was whipped for the first time more than half a month ago, the second boy who made a mistake and broke the plate couldn't live until the sun came out the next day.

Human life, in this era, is so humble, it is said to be grass mustard, but a cart of weeds can be exchanged for five copper plates, is a life worth five copper plates? Obviously not worth it, because when Yinchen signed the deed of sale, he did not get five copper plates.

[Three hours later]

It was late at night. Silver Dust lay on his small bed, which was not much bigger than a dog's basket, enduring the burning pain in his back and stomach. Pain and hunger were tormenting him like the most blunt soft knife, like the loneliness that had driven him mad more and more in the past three years.

"Damn, I'm a magician!" Silver Dust even had a little blood coming out of his mouth, and he raised his head to the air to reveal a bloody and hideous smile, but the tears that were overflowing more and more in his eyes betrayed his hideousness, he was only an eleven-year-old child anyway.

Silver Dust, whose full name is Artregayam Silver Dust, is a first-level magister. A citizen of the wizarding world Gabroyle Cultural City, the city of Evil Luohai, who studied in the first elementary school of Evil Luohai City, is a genius child who is famous throughout Evil Luohai City, a seven-year-old magister, and Gabrioyle, who is extinct in the mage rampant warrior, is also worthy of the name of a prodigy. Xiao Yinchen originally had a happy family, a knowledgeable and humorous mentor, a group of friends who went up to the house to steal bricks, and an infinitely bright future, but these all came to naught overnight, and since he woke up three years ago to find himself in a completely strange world, bad luck and misery seemed to follow him all the time.

He didn't have time to wander and be helpless, to cry and wipe his tears, to go to Sithday, because the threat of survival always oppressed him, forced him to practice hard for three years "Qingfeng Duel", forced him to dig through the cold ice as hard as rocks on the lake in the winter, fished out the fish in the ice water, forced him to insist on squeezing all his mental power to make artificial bread, forced him to commit himself to being a junior in a mid-range restaurant, forced him to endure whipping, and endured the punishment brought by the mistakes of others.

He hung his head in a decadent and heavy manner, slamming his forehead on the pillow that had not much filling, and he could not cry because he knew that shedding tears was only a waste of time.

"I'm a mage......" he repeated again. This is his hypnosis of himself, but also a kind of encouragement and spur, he forces himself to remember everything he once had, to remember the hometown that is now as far away as a dream, to remember Gabroyle, to remember his identity - magician.

He is unwilling to admit defeat, unwilling to bow to fate, unwilling to forget his past, to be a muddy shopkeeper, and to live a life in a mess. He can't let the glory of the magician be folded in this strange and wild world like this!

Loneliness tore at his body more violently than pain, but this time, Yinchen did not lie on the bed for half a month like last time, but gritted his teeth and insisted on getting up slowly.

He hastily piled the quilt aside, dragging a corner of the quilt to the ground, and he didn't care. He crossed his legs with difficulty, sat down on the cot, his thin and bloody back stiffened in the face of the sharp pain. It was as if some kind of unyielding thought had taken the place of his spine and supported his small body. He assumed a posture with his heart facing the sky, closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and silently used his strength.

The frenzied little red dots and the cold little blue dots suddenly appeared within a meter of the silver dust at the same time, densely appearing one after another, as if the cells were rapidly multiplying. In a short time, in the space of one meter around the silver dust, red points of light gathered into layers of illusory and transparent sea of fire, and small blue highlights gathered into miniature illusory glaciers. Two extremely opposing illusory worlds revolve around the small silver dust, churning violently and rolling against each other. Endless seas of fire and endless glaciers collided with each other, tumbling and resisting, and swirling around the silver dust. A subtle stream of flame or cold flow, alternately rushing into the meridians of Yinchen's body, rushing unhindered along the meridians that had been opened for many years, and finally converging into his sea of qi, and then spewing out from the sea of qi, swimming all over the body along other meridians, and finally emitting out of the body, mixing with the two worlds that were constantly churning and conflicting within a meter of his body, and so on and so forth.

Ten times later. Silver Dust opened his eyes and let out a long breath of turbidity. He blinked his beautiful eyes, closed them again, and began the second stage of cultivation.

Bright and holy points of light began to appear, followed by dark particles that began to float. The white light points quickly combined, quickly formed a mini small world, in this world there are blue sky and white clouds, birds singing and flowers, a peaceful scene, a void golden palace stands between the green mountains and green waters, the air even sounded a faint and fluttering chant, and those black particles, at the same time quickly gathered together, to build another small world, in this world, the gray sky hung a round of blood-red sun, lifeless, shining below the ground made of gray and white bones spliced together, a pitch-black castle is located on the pile of bones, a gust of wind blew silently, there is no sound, only the horror of the cannibal soul。

The world of light and the world of darkness collided suddenly, countless white holy lights and pitch-black magic tore apart the ground and sky, destroying the white cloud and blood sun, only the golden palace and the pitch-black castle did not move at all, only exuding a chaotic light, repairing their respective small worlds again and again.

This is the mirror image within a meter around Silver Dust's body, white holy light and black undercurrents revolve around him at an extremely fast speed, and streams of holy or dark power are injected into his body, circulating for a week to reach the sea of qi, and then erupting from the sea of qi, circulating for another week, and emitting out of the body. And so on for the twelfth power before it stopped.

Yinchen opened his eyes again, and the vision around him disappeared at the same time, and the whole person instantly changed back to the thin and cute little second foreman. At this moment, countless strong or weak air currents in the entire Panyang City were constantly rotating around the figures, and a trace of wind was absorbed into these forms, stored in places that were also called the sea of qi, and who would care about the vision of a ten-year-old boy in this low and dilapidated hut?

Silver Dust stood up sharply, stretched his aching legs, and then sat down reluctantly. I can't feel the pain in my back anymore, but my skin is a little tight, and I think it's already scabbed to stop the bleeding, right? The power of magic is similar to the power of the so-called magic in this world, and it is a power with a strong self-healing ability.

Silver Dust inhaled hard, and then exhaled as slowly as possible, as if such a superficial exhalation effort could absorb an additional sea of air intake, which was obviously unrealistic. He locked his good-looking eyebrows, tried to sense the so-called "vitality" in the air, and dragged these torn cyan points of light towards him little by little, and then watched in despair as the cyan points of light of the ten ** broke free from his mind and left him categorically. He has long memorized the content of "Qingfeng Decision", and he also understands that it is actually a kind of cultivation method that absorbs the "qi element" into the body and stores it, so as to strengthen his own cultivation, compared to the cultivation method of mages who build internal circulation and external [realm] at the same time, this cultivation method that only needs to build internal circulation is much simpler, with the qualification of a silver dust genius, I am afraid that it will not take a month to cultivate the realm of others who have practiced hard for several years, but now, his "Qingfeng Decision" I'm afraid it's much slower than the cultivation speed of those stupid people.

There is no other reason, it is a problem of physical fitness. Silver dust is an extremely rare "hedging physique", born with an affinity for the four types of "water, fire, light and darkness" that hedge against each other, and reject other forms of power, so cultivating the "Qingfeng Decision" This kind of exercise to mobilize air power is not half the effort, but has no effect at all, and he will never want to cultivate to the second level of "Qingfeng Duel" in his life.

And almost all the people he saw in this world were affinity to the power of "Qi", and cultivating "Qingfeng Decision" could be described as twice the result with half the effort. It is impossible for Yinchen not to envy them, because by cultivating divine skills, it is said that he can reach a mysterious and mysterious realm of "cultivating truth", it is possible to go to heaven and earth, and immortality is possible, and for magicians, just a realm of "sealing gods" is so far away. In contrast, it seems that cultivating divine skills is more detached, and it is easier to reach the realm in those mythical stories. Three years ago, Yinchen had also longed for these mysterious and mysterious things, and had dreamed of being able to go to heaven and earth and live forever, but he knew that he was not qualified to think like this, nor was he qualified to envy others. She already has the extreme talent of hedging physique, which is almost divine grace, and naturally she is not qualified to ask for anything else.

He took a deep breath for the last time, and watched as those tiny cyan points of light left him one by one, and after half an hour of meditation and cultivation, he had come to nothing, and the cultivation of "Qingfeng Jue" still did not make any progress.