While fiddling with the lock, Ning Ran yawned and closed the door of his house. He had just eaten and was about to go to Uncle Ai's hospital for a stroll, and the moment he locked the door and turned around, he was hit in the face by a huge right fist.

Ning Ran staggered up from the ground holding his sore spots, surrounded by several young people with ill intentions in front of him.

There are many people who are looking for trouble, and in line with the principle that more is better than less, he pretended that nothing happened, and opened the door lock with one hand to go back to the house.

The sturdy man who beat him looked very ugly, and he spat at Ning Ran.

"Boy, where do you want to go?"

The people around him all looked indifferent, as if they would not make a move even if Ning Ran was killed. The sturdy man gritted his teeth viciously and pulled in the distance between him and Ning Ran.

Ning Ran smiled: "Reach out and don't hit the smiling person." ”

It all started yesterday morning.

Yesterday was an important day of the month for young practitioners on the floating islands, and the high priest would hold a lecture in the temple to teach the most basic and important cultivation methods for the floating island practitioners.

Step by step on the familiar, mossy quaint stone steps, Ning Ran pulled his face and sighed.

Maybe it was because of his own talent, or maybe he had never been interested in the path of cultivation, and he never listened carefully to the guidance of the high priest. Even if the high priest had left him alone and punished him, it would have been of no avail.

The young monks of all regions were disgusted with this scrap wood. Obviously, this person has no intention of being motivated at all, so why does the high priest always help him in secret.

Young cultivators from the three regions reverently stepped on this ancient stone staircase and avoided it as much as they could when they passed by Ning Ran. For such malice, Ning Ran is not surprised.

At the end of the winding stone steps is a magnificent temple perched on the top of a hill in the middle of the floating island. The temple is said to have a glorious history of millions of years, and people living on floating islands have been listening to its legends since they became literate. In ancient historical records, the god of fire visited the site to oversee the construction of this magnificent stone structure to pass on the power of fire, and is revered as a temple.

The temple is divided into two parts, the front hall is used for teaching, worship, and reading, and the rear hall is used for the sacrifice of the god of fire. In front of the temple there are several huge stone pillars, on which are carved the guards of the gods in charge of the flames, and their bodies are like foxes, like gods standing on top of the sky.

Rather out of place in the crowd, he stretched his waist and slowly climbed up like a shopping mall, and longed for the yawn that everyone could hear. Naturally, he would not miss this opportunity to admire the statues of the guards, and only when he approached the top of the mountain would he quicken his pace.

As if he could hear the whispers of the statues, Ning Ran had always had the illusion that he had always felt that in his lost memories, he had talked to these living statues. As he admired the statue of the Guard with relish, the High Priest stood softly behind him like a ghost.

"Boy, have you seen enough?"

Ning Ran heard this familiar voice, he scratched the back of his head, ignored the high priest behind him, and stepped straight into the temple. The high priest waved his hand and motioned for the young monks standing behind him to enter the temple, and he looked at Ning Ran's back helplessly and followed.

Today's teaching is the cultivation method of flame burning. Everyone sat down in the rules, and the high priest began today's explanation, even those who didn't need to practice this method listened very carefully, after all, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent was the only way to be comfortable in the later selection.

But there was still only Ning Ran shaking his head, as if he could fall asleep while sitting.

The High Priest walked through the gap between the crowd and paced in front of Ning Ran. The young monks around them held their breath, waiting for Ning Ran to be picked up and scolded fiercely. However, it backfired, and the high priest still just patted Ning Ran's head and motioned for him to stand in front and listen.

"We continue. ”

Children who came to the temple for the first time had heard about it, and some of them covered their mouths and snickered. Every lesson here is precious, even a master who has entered the realm will not point out the children's path at will, Ning Ran knows, but he has no regrets.

As the sun was about to set, the High Priest answered many questions and concluded the day's lesson. After the high priest's lecture was finished, everyone bowed and reluctantly left the temple and set out on their journey.

The High Priest left Ning Ran, who looked at the backs of the young monks. Some students even come from the farthest part of the western part of the floating island, which can take nearly five days. And Ning Ran, who he valued, almost lived at the foot of the mountain, but he couldn't help this red-haired boy anyway.

"Ningran, can you comprehend what you have learned today?"

"Back to the High Priest, forgot. ”

"The selection of the palace avant-garde candidates is also about to begin, so pay more attention. The High Priest sighed softly, "You go." ”

Ning Ran answered, lowered his head and walked out of the temple lightly. The high priest looked at him indifferently and walked towards the apse with his hands behind his back.

The front hall and the apse are separated by stone walls and wooden doors, and in the center of the stone wall there is a beautiful statue of a lifelike and elaborate statue, about six or seven people high. The stone wall is carved with a fox-faced human deity, and the spider monster pressed under the claws of the god of fire, and no one knows the story behind it.

When the high priest came to the stone wall, bowed his head and bowed respectfully three times before he got up and went to the secret chamber of the apse.

"Failed again. The man who spoke was a middle-aged man, with his beard and hair growing haphazardly like weeds, and a long scar on his face cut diagonally across his nose bone, looking like a hideous ghost. The High Priest nodded, and he found a random chair to sit down, bowing his head and saying nothing.

The man stood up from the chief seat, his wolf-like eyes fixed on the high priest, "If it doesn't work this year, then let him be the farmer." Accompanying the fire bull is quite suitable for him now. ”

The high priest took a deep breath: "The old man thinks ......"

"Enough. The middle-aged man sat back down, and wisps of golden flames slowly appeared next to his hands holding on to the chair, as if dancing in the air.

"Don't put your hopes in his past, High Priest! Rather than what is it like now, you must know very well that wood soaked in water should not be burned!"

The High Priest slowly raised his head, and a round of leaping flames appeared behind him.

"He's the purest flame the old man has ever seen. If you give up here, the old man will not be blind even if he dies. Patriarch, let me make one last attempt. ”

The flames beside the middle-aged man slowly dissipated, turning into tiny points of light that disappeared into the air.

"Let's try one last time. ”

Ning Ran left the hall but did not immediately descend the mountain, he quietly bypassed the guards patrolling in front of the hall, and unconsciously touched the statues. Before he could get closer, a wall of fire came and separated him from the statue.

He smiled awkwardly and said to himself, "Haven't you touched it yet?" The palace guard who caught him snorted coldly, and the flames on the wall of fire burned even more vigorously.

"The temple does not tolerate desecration. ”

Ning Ran couldn't understand why a stone building that looked dilapidated was worth guarding by so many palace guards. Every time the lecture was blowing, it was windy, and in winter, it was as cold as it was outside the temple, and the high priest did not allow them to protect themselves from the cold. There are also these dilapidated stone steps, dilapidated floors, dilapidated futons, except for a few statues and the stone wall behind the sacrifice, which looks inferior to Uncle Ai's five-story medical hall.

After going down the mountain, Ning Ran hurried back to his residence to rest. The next day, listening to the crisp and pleasant sound of birdsong, he was satisfied with the breakfast that Uncle Ai had left for him, and planned to go out for a yo-hop.

As a result, he was beaten when he went out.

The sturdy man who beat him was named Kui Yuan, and he looked much younger than he actually was. Although he hadn't chatted with Ning Ran either, he didn't want to be polite to Ning Ran, a top-level waste wood like Ning Ran, who wasted the time of the high priest. Especially after the high priest found a few of them and said that they could beat Ning Ran hard, Kui Yuan's fist became even more itchy.

The personable boy in the back was a little polite, and he smiled and hugged Ning Ran's fist.

"Brother Ning Ran still looks so hateful, call me!"