This is the most thorough whiteness Yun Feng has ever seen, and even the big girl's ass can't compare to it. Although he had never seen a big girl's ass, it was the whitest color he could imagine.

White fills the sky and the earth, and people can't help but feel that this world is too pure. If there is one word that can describe the current scene, it must be Nongfu Spring.

Half a month ago, the clouds and wind descended on this nonsense world.

We came to the world with a cry, and the first thing we saw was a smile. Although the faces in front of them were blurry, Yun Feng was sure that they were smiling. Warm and kind, like the smile of all parents in the world.

But no matter how hard Yun Feng tried, he couldn't see their faces clearly. Could it be because he drank too much milk powder? But this is the fucking Otherworldly Continent, and Yun Feng can't remember when he drank this delicious taste. Ruling out this possibility, there is only the reason why the vision is not fully developed soon after birth. This is indeed a credible explanation, but Yun Feng always has an indescribable weirdness in his heart.

In the blurred painting, the only thing that can be grasped by the eye is the jade pendant under the mother's neck, which resembles a heart, crisscrossing the small lines like blood vessels distributed on it. Perhaps its owner's heart is too pure, so it is crystal clear.

Paradoxically, Yun Feng did not feel that he was a pure person, and this jade pendant was begged for by his mother who went to the temple for him after he was born, but at this time she wore it for some reason.

In addition, Yunfeng's biggest feeling is the endless white. However, the world is not all made of white, and the ultimate of white may be black, like the opposite of a big girl's ass. But as long as the heart is towards the light, even if it is in the dark, so what?

The heavens seemed to respond to Yun Feng's thoughts, and suddenly dyed the heavens and the earth red. The initial whiteness is like winter snow meeting the sun, quickly melting. The crimson color of blood first took over the surroundings, then gradually moved closer to them, and then quickly devoured his parents. He stretched out his hands to hold on, but in the end he only grabbed the jade pendant that was soaked in blood.

Ink, as long as a drop, can dye a bowl of water black. But this red color was even more powerful, as if it were two tears of blood shed from heaven, which happened to hit Yunfeng's pitch-black pupils, rendering everything he saw red.

Falling, the clouds and winds are falling. Behind it is a sea of blood as silent as death, thick, sticky, exuding a pungent fishy smell, straight into the heart and lungs, making people sick. He saw mountains of bones, hollow eyes, struggling, mutilated tooth skeletons roaring like a curse, and countless grim hands grabbing at him to tear him apart.

Fear is the most basic color of the soul, and dreams are its mirror. Like all nightmares, Yun Feng didn't dream that the moment he fell into the sea of blood, he had already woken up from the dream.

However, reality is often harsher than a nightmare. If the previous nightmare was hell, then after seeing the cruelty of reality, Yun Feng wanted to relax in hell, provided that there was no guide in hell.

Although people can change their fate, they cannot choose their fate.

I saw his hot blood flowing in the dim carriage, even the storm could not wash away this striking red, and the broken stone slab sang the song of death in a low voice, saying a final goodbye to the dying cloud and wind. The blood spilling from his eyelids was like a barrier, blurring his eyes and obscuring what he couldn't bear to see.

The piles of bones had long since disappeared, but Yun Feng had to face something a thousand times more terrifying than this - next to the carriage he was in, there was a man in white with fluttering clothes.

Half an hour ago.

"Young master, it's time to go back. Uncle Jing stood behind Yunfeng and looked out the window at the sky.

Yun Feng raised his head when he heard this, and at this time, the last trace of the sunset just sank below the horizon, and the reddish glow gradually dimmed and extinguished, and the night finally appeared, and a prosperous city was about to be staged.

But what does the hustle and bustle of this world have to do with the clouds and winds? He is like a person outside the painting, incompatible with this world, but he is far away from the beauty that ordinary people can attain.

Retracting his gaze from afar, Yunfeng began to organize the books on the table, he had a book bag made of animal skins, with a capacity no less than ten high-definition uncensored movies, which meant that it could hold many things and books inside. Books are a spirit, and spirits are not things.

The carriage outside the pavilion has been waiting for a long time, which is a matter of course, because he is the young master of the Yun family, and the private car is just an insignificant daily necessities. In addition, Yunfeng also has an indispensable means of transportation - through the corner of the table, it can be clearly seen that he is not sitting on a stool, sitting under his buttocks, in addition to chrysanthemums, there is also a wheelchair. Of course, Chrysanthemum can't be seen because she is wearing clothes, so she can only see a wheelchair.

Whatever God has given you, it will deprive you of it. Although Yunfeng was born in the family of famous generals, his legs are disabled.

Twelve years ago, on a rainy night, he was about to descend on the Underworld Continent, ready to show his strength. However, the world did not want to treat him, and planned to strangle him in the womb, and his mother had a difficult birth, and his life was in danger.

However, this world of immense greatness did not stop Yunfeng from breaking through the blockade, and his life was as strong as weeds, stormy but never falling.

It was heard that the night was stormy, the rubble danced wildly, the broken temple fell down several times, and the ancient and tall locust tree in the south of the city was also cut off and broken. Yun Zhan, the father of Yunfeng, listened to the wind and rain at night, as if he was in the Iron Horse Ice River, and his wife unfortunately had a difficult birth at this time, which made him even more restless.

Fortunately, after heart-wrenching suffering, both mother and son were safe. And witnessing the storm raging cloud battle, decided to name the child "Wind". In addition to wanting him to have a sense of awe for nature, the most important thing is to hope that he can fly like the wind in the future and have the power to change his own destiny.

However, a year later, Yun Zhan realized that the original intention of taking this name had become a mockery. Because the clouds and winds are not only unable to fly, but also unable to walk. He took him to visit famous doctors, but in the end he only got the same answer - the child's leg meridians were broken and could not be continued. Even the imperial physician of the imperial capital could not do anything.

Those eyes were so pitiful that they seemed hypocritical.

After all, Yunfeng can't escape the fate of being accompanied by a wheelchair.

"Fate?" Yun Feng sat in the carriage at this time, reading the book intently, feeling that the current situation was not the worst. Because fate only took away his legs, and did not take away his thoughts. He firmly believes that in his lifetime, with his own efforts, he will be able to get out of a wheelchair and stand up on his legs. As for fate or something, let him eat.

And even if you can't walk for the rest of your life, so what? The wheelchair only imprisons my legs, but it can't imprison my soul, and it can't stop my wheels.

"My father used to joke with me that other people's children only have two legs, but you have two big wheels, so you have to 'run' faster than them, and you can even kill them all before you start. So if you lose, you're not losing at the starting line. The dim eaves outside the window hurriedly passed by, and Yun Feng couldn't tell why he had so many thoughts tonight.

Uncle Jing smiled indifferently, touched by Yunfeng's optimism, but it was also even more sour because of it. In his heart, if the young master was not born with a disability, with his understanding and hard work, his future achievements would definitely be above him.

"Uncle Jing, the meridians in your legs are broken, is it really impossible to condense the sea of qi in this life? Yunfeng felt that if he wanted to stand up, entering that world was the only option.

Once, Yun Feng felt that there was no so-called two worlds at all, and the people living on this continent were all in the same world. The so-called one world, the same spring dream. Those who broke up on the grounds that "we are not people of the same world" are just a pretext for abandoning the same bed and dreams.

However, as he grew up, Yunfeng's understanding of the world gradually deepened. One day, he happened to learn that in the vast Underworld Continent, there lived such a group of people - they could fly over the mountains, step on the lake, sweep thousands of armies, invincible, take heaven and earth as their tent, and feed on nectar. A rage can shake the sky and the earth, and a sword can open a mountain and cut stones.

They have a common name - Walker.

"Young Master, do you know the origin of this world. Regarding Yunfeng's question, Uncle Jing knew that his answer would be a blow, but even though he couldn't bear it, he still decided to tell the truth.

Yun Feng is not very old and has a lot of knowledge: "Heaven and earth began in chaos, created in yin and yang, and formed in the five elements. ”

Uncle Jing was very satisfied with Yun Feng's concise and concise expression, and continued to dissect his words: "The Underworld generally believes that there are five basic elements between heaven and earth—water, fire, gold, wood, and earth, commonly known as the five elements element. The air we breathe, the water we drink, the food we eat, everything in the world is made up of it. ”

"The so-called 'action' can also be interpreted as a natural movement between heaven and earth, and since it is motion, it needs to be forced. In the world of practice, we call this force 'Xingqi', and the five elements are the ultimate source of Xingqi. ”

Uncle Jing tried his best to make these rare knowledge easy to understand: "We are in contact with the Five Elements all the time, but because they are invisible and untraceable, most people cannot directly perceive their existence in their lives. However, with a population of tens of billions, there is always a small group of people who are different, their perception is inherently extraordinary, and through systematic training, it is very likely to catch the ethereal and ubiquitous Five Elements element. ”

"At this stage, the spiritual realm is defined as perception. Uncle Jing began to gradually cut to the chase, and said step by step: "After that, what the perceiver has to do is to introduce the five elements he perceives into his body, store the sea of qi intake, and after reaching a certain saturation, the five elements will automatically be converted into the qi. If the transformation is successful, it means that the person has truly embarked on a long path of cultivation and become a practitioner!"

Yun Feng listened intently, although he had dabbled in many books, there were very few descriptions of walkers. Now that I can be taught Uncle Jing, I am honored. As the saying goes, listening to your words is better than ten pigs.

"As for the Qi Sea ...... that the young master said," Uncle Jing finally said that Yun Feng was most concerned about, "Actually, each of us has it, and it is in our lower abdomen. The practitioner is to continuously introduce the five elements into the body through the pores of the whole body, and then gather the sea of qi through the tendons, veins, blood vessels and other media, and so on, and so on. ”

"The young master's problem is that the tendons and veins in the legs are almost severed, and there is no circulation in the body, and no matter how many Five Elements are introduced, they can't be stored. ”

This answer was indeed a blow to Yunfeng, but it was not unacceptable. A real warrior dares to face the bleak life and dare to face the dripping orange juice.

What Yunfeng lost was that, according to Uncle Jing's words: perception is in the front, and convergence and qi are in the back. Perceiving the existence of the five elements is the most fundamental prerequisite for becoming a practitioner. And this keen perception is generally determined by innate factors, and can be seen in childhood.

But now that he is ninety-eight years old minus sixty-seven years old plus five years old divided by three, he has not yet captured the slightest shadow of the five elements element, does this mean that the other world does not welcome him either?

But it's consoling that at least I'm not stupid. He will not be stupid to calculate his age, because as mentioned earlier, he is now twelve years old.

I am lucky, I don't believe it, I don't want to be unlucky, it's nothing more than that. Yun Feng thought, since he can only do his best to obey the destiny of heaven, then as long as he does his best, as for the result, he can't decide, so he doesn't have to worry about it.

Retracting his thoughts, Yunfeng refocused his gaze on the book. At this time, the lights were on, and the houses in the city were lit one after another, perhaps because of a coincidence, as the carriage slowly moved forward, the candles on both sides of the street happened to light the way ahead. Everywhere the carriage went, there was light.

Uncle Jing looked at Yun Feng, who was engrossed in reading the book, wondering why he could read the words on the book in such a dim light, but he knew that Yun Feng was indeed reading, not too void.

The so-called talent may not be clear to you.

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap on the ground, illuminating the entire night sky and the deep eyes of the coachman.

"It's going to rain. The coachman murmured in a low voice, hoarse, like sand in his mouth. It feels like a reminder, and it seems to be talking to oneself.

Summer nights are like this, and rainstorms can come suddenly at any time. After the thunder, there was a sultry silence, and then a drop of water finally broke the dreary sky, and floated lightly in a thin arc in the air, gradually falling to the dry earth.

Then, countless raindrops poured in, crackling the roof of the car, as if it were hey. Where the wheels passed, two deep water marks were dragged, and then the rain was brought back together, leaving only the sound of the rain to dot the night.

"Uncle Jing, this doesn't seem to be the way home?" Although the rain is heavy, the visibility is less than five meters, and only some sparse candlelight can be seen, and there is no reference to determine the distance, but this road Yunfeng and Uncle Jing have walked for many years, and they can find the route by habit.

Uncle Jing also sensed the abnormality, and as a cultivator, he had a sharper insight than ordinary people. At this moment, he smelled a danger approaching rapidly, and after glancing at Yun Feng meaningfully, he shouted, "Fu Bo." ”

Fauber was a groom in the General's Mansion, over sixty years old, and spent many years in the General's Mansion. Since Yun Feng was born, Yun Zhan has arranged for him to pick him up, which is enough to see his trust.

However, at this moment, Fauber did not answer......