In the Mochizuki Valley in late autumn, the sky is blue, and there is not a single impurity in sight. It's another season of falling leaves, and the colored leaves falling in the autumn wind are always full of sadness. The temperature is getting cooler, leaving the world with endless sorrow.

Autumn is a nostalgic season, many people and stories are inadvertently strung into a line, quietly saying that they miss it, it seems that it is always such a cool autumn, suddenly looking back, I found that the road I have walked is so desolate. The past of the wind and snow is unbearable, and the years of hard work are vivid.

In this lonely season, the spirit clan at the top of the Lingshan Mountain is reaping the fruits of a year's hard work.

The spirit people want to collect those wood fruits in the back mountains and use them as food for winter. These days, all the Spirit Clan people have been dispatched, men and women, old and young, all preparing for the winter.

Standing on the edge of Mochizuki Valley, you can see the entire Spirit Mountain and the Middle-earth Continent at a glance. Mochizuki Valley is the highest point of the Spirit Mountain, and there are many beautiful legends of the Spirit Clan.

Jin Sheng was on the side of the Yingfeng Terrace, looking at this Terran child. Xuanyuan Wentian had a lot of respect for Jin Sheng, unlike what others said. A lot of gossip has reached Jin Sheng's ears, most of them are slandering Xuanyuan Wentian, everyone says that he is a fool, he doesn't learn and has no skills, and he has a little hooliganism, these are not important, the important thing is that Jin Sheng likes this child very much.

Ever since this human baby came to Lingshan, it has brought a new breath to Lingshan. The fact that the Spirit Clan people are not smiling may be a character flaw, but Xuanyuan Wentian can always find some fun to amuse everyone. The child was tall and thin, physically strong, and almost never had any illness. The immature face reveals a little adult confidence. The most surprising thing is his eyes, which are heavy and unheard of.

"Xuanyuan asked the sky, seeing that your steps are light, and the aura has already been generated in your body. Jin Sheng said.

"Master, Master taught me to cultivate spiritual power, let me eat a dragon egg, and now there is a spiritual energy in my body moving up and down, I feel that there are a lot of ants wriggling in my body, sometimes I feel very comfortable, sometimes I feel very uncomfortable. "Xuanyuan Wentian didn't have the slightest reservation about the head of the Golden Sage, and on the Spirit Mountain, he was afraid of the head of the Jin Sage.

"This child is only ten years old, and he is in the same stage of babbling enlightenment as a hundred-year-old person of my Spirit Clan, but this child is extremely talented, and his IQ is about the same as that of a person in my Spirit Clan who is more than six hundred years old. At a young age, he has already opened up the second vein of Rendu, and he can not only cultivate spiritual power, but also cultivate the power of the human race, which is really a genius that is rare in a thousand years!" Jin Sheng looked at Xuanyuan and sighed.

"Xuanyuan Wentian, you have now generated spiritual energy in your body, and this is only the initial stage of cultivating spiritual power. Having aura does not necessarily mean that you can cultivate spiritual power. The first step in spiritual cultivation is to be able to control the spiritual energy in the body, so that it can operate freely, and it can be retracted and released as you like. If you can't control the direction of the aura, when the aura in the body is full to a certain stage, there will also be a retrograde situation of meridians, which is extremely dangerous, and some people of the spirit clan will burst their blood vessels and die in this way. Jin Sheng's words startled Xuanyuan Wentian, this is worth it, could it be that the talented Xuanyuan Wentian would die so young?

Looking at Xuanyuan Wentian's frightened appearance, Jin Sheng felt that what he said just now was a bit alarmist, this kid wouldn't dare to cultivate spiritual power like this, right?

"Don't be afraid, life and death are fateful, wealth is in the sky! Cultivating spiritual power also depends on your own efforts. You must be humble and calm when encountering problems. Cultivating spiritual power is not something that can be learned just by relying on a single passion, but also one step at a time. If you are in a hurry to work hard, not only will you get twice the result with half the effort, but you will also damage the internal organs, and you must not do this. You are now in a state of spiritual energy, although there is danger, but with your master and me, there is no need to worry. You still have a long way to go before you can truly become a spiritual power cultivator. Jin Sheng said earnestly.

Xuanyuan Wentian nodded, every word of the head's words was in his mind, and he couldn't forget it.

Watching Xuanyuan Wentian take root in Lingshan and gradually thrive, Jin Shengzi was very happy. When the Xuanyuan clan was able to recover Lingshan, the Xuanyuan clan made a great sacrifice, and being able to raise the descendants of the Xuanyuan clan can be regarded as pushing the boat along the river, and it is just a personal favor.

Sit down and drink two glasses of wine with me, this is the new wine made from dragon eggs this year, and I took it here as soon as I got out of the cellar. The wine brewed from this dragon egg has a great effect on the production of aura in your body, which is much more powerful than eating a few dragon eggs!" After Jin Sheng finished speaking, he filled Xuanyuan Wentian's jade cup with a jade pot and handed it to Xuanyuan Wentian.

Xuanyuan Wentian was flattered, caught it with both hands, and drank it down, but he drank too quickly, choked, and coughed again and again.

Seeing this, Jin Sheng smiled and instructed Xuanyuan Wentian to take his time, there were still a lot of dragon eggnogs.

The jade liquid elixir enters the throat and leaves the dead. I guess people who like to drink are people who have stories.

On the edge of Mochizuki Valley, an elder of more than 100,000 years old and a ten-year-old child were sitting and drinking opposite each other, and the two were like a year-old friend, talking about everything.

"Wine can't be wasted, beautiful women can't be abrupt......" Jin Sheng seemed to be drunk and said some confused things.

"Master, what do you mean?" Xuanyuan asked, puzzled.

"It's not interesting, come, drink,!" Jin Sheng never explained.

After drinking with the head of the house for an hour, Xuanyuan asked the sky to get drunk and smoked, obviously getting drunk. Jin Sheng saw that he was excited and asked him to go back to rest.

Xuanyuan Wentian staggered, his steps were one big and one small, and he staggered back.

Seeing that the master was not at home, Xuanyuan Wentian lay on the chair and snored repeatedly.

Xuanyuan Wentian saw that his father was set up by a traitor and died tragically in the Daming Palace. Xuanyuan Wentian wanted to reach out to save his father, but he couldn't catch his father wherever he went, so he let the traitor abuse his father to death. He was crying, but he couldn't hold his father's hand. He also saw his mother and the general Sima Yaoguang raise troops to attack Daming Palace in order to rescue his father. The Praetorian Guard was controlled by traitors, and the rebels led by my mother and the general were defeated by those rebellious ministers and thieves, and they all died. Shangguan Hong, the auxiliary minister, established the traitor as the emperor and personally crowned the new emperor, with a wagging tail and begging for mercy, which looked disgusting......

"Eh, wake up!" Xuanyuan Wentian felt himself being pushed, opened his eyes, and gasped for air.

It turned out to be a dream!

"You little brat, why did you go to Grandma's room to sleep?" Xuanyuan asked Tian to take a closer look, and sure enough, he went the wrong way and came to Mulan Xin's room by mistake.

Looking at Xuanyuan Wentian sweating profusely, Mulan Xin asked, "I saw you sweating profusely, twitching all over, and babbling something in your mouth, but it scared me, are you sick?"

"No, no. I just drank some wine. Xuanyuan Wentian wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand and said.

"What kind of wine does the little kid drink? Could it be something sad? Say it, grandma will share your worries!" Mulan Xin said jokingly.

Xuanyuan Wentian ignored it and sat motionless in his chair.

It's strange that the mischievous little kid on weekdays can be so quiet, which makes Mulan Xin stunned.

"Huh, how do I think you are different today from the past!" Mulan Xin looked at Xuanyuan and asked.

Xuanyuan Wentian didn't speak, the story in the dream was too terrifying.

"Oh, you little kid is drunk and quiet, I mean, how do you look different than before. Have you practiced any demon techniques, give me an honest explanation!" Mulan Xin was about to reach out and touch Xuanyuan Wentian's head, not wanting to be pushed away by Xuanyuan Wentian's hand.

Xuanyuan Wentian pushed Mulan Xin away and ran out.

Mulan Xin wondered: Did this little kid take gun medicine today?