In the most remote northwest corner of the Shangwu Continent, there is a huge mountain range that stretches for thousands of kilometers - Qingyun Mountain Range, and the highest peak of this mountain range is Qingyun Peak. The snow on Qingyun Peak does not melt all year round, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and countless cedars stand proudly.

At the foot of the mountain, a group of big men dressed in linen and coarse cloth were working hard to cut wood, all of them from the Qingyun family in a small town called Qingyun Town, east of Qingyun Peak.

"Everyone should be in good spirits, it won't be long before the severe cold that comes once in hundreds of years is coming, and we need to prepare some wood for winter heating. "A tall and strong man was roaring at the crowd around him.

"Don't worry, Patriarch Yang Hong, there is enough time for logging. Alas, just this year's crop ......".

"Okay, I'll solve this problem!" Before the bearded bazaar man finished speaking, he was interrupted by the confident Yang Hongshengsheng, at this time Yang Hong quietly turned around with a solemn face, "Later, I will personally take people to Fertile Field City to trade some grain and come back." By the way, Steward Tian, you go back to the town first, let everyone prepare the sea and mountain goods for trading, and we will go together tomorrow. Yang Hong looked at an old man next to him and said.

"It's the patriarch, it's just that the lord of the fertile field is bitter and mean, and if you trade with him at this juncture, I'm afraid he will sit on the ground and raise the price and put us in the pit of death. Steward Tian approached Yang Hong and said softly.

"What's the solution, it's better than starvation, go ahead. Yang Hong rolled up his sleeves, turned around and picked up his axe, and slashed at a cedar tree as thick as a water tank, and soon after, the cedar fell in response, raising a cloud of dust.

"Alas......", Steward Tian shook his head and turned around and walked towards Qingyun Town.

Qingyun Town, controlled by the Qingyun tribe, a small town with an original population of less than five hundred, was originally more suitable to be called a village, but here, there is the only outlet to the sea within a radius of thousands of miles, and other places connected with the sea are either cliffs or entrenched by countless demon beasts. Because of this, the number of people who come to Qingyun Town from all over the neighborhood to do seafood business far exceeds the local population. Most of them are in the business of buying seafood and selling it elsewhere. The remaining part of the people formed a fleet to go out to sea to fish, which also drove the economy and production of the town, while the aborigines of Qingyun Town were responsible for the local management and maintenance of order, and collected certain taxes from it. But this kind of prosperity is just the appearance, there are many forces that covet Qingyun Town, in order to exchange for peace, Qingyun Town has to pay a huge amount of worship to those forces every year, and there is not much left throughout the year.

Among these forces enshrined by the Qingyun Tribe, the first is the Blood Sword Sect located in the northwest and central part of the Shangwu Continent. There are 200,000 disciples of the Blood Sword Sect, and on weekdays, the sect encourages competition among disciples, and for the disciples under the inner gate, they never ask about life and death. And the disciples under the inner sect account for two-thirds of the number of disciples in the whole sect, which leads to the fact that tens of thousands of outer disciples die in ordinary battles every year. For this reason, the disciples who can be promoted to the inner gate of the Blood Sword Sect and above are strong, and it is they who support the entire Blood Sword Sect and dominate one side. At the same time, it also caused the fierce reputation of the Blood Sword Sect, which made it difficult to recruit disciples. Every year, when the offerings are collected from all over the country, the Blood Knife Sect will always send a large number of inner disciples to go out to collect disciples, and those with certain qualifications, once they are favored by the Blood Knife Sect, no one can stop them, otherwise they will be killed.

On this day, dozens of horse-drawn carriages gathered outside Qingyun Town, loaded with a large number of sea goods and some mountain goods. "This time I went to Fertile Heaven City, it will take two months to go back and forth, and the Blood Sword Sect will come to collect and worship within three months, everyone hurry up!" Yang Hong, who was the leader, gave an order and left quickly with the convoy.

"Little rabbit, you stop for me, dare to steal Lao Tzu's chicken, see if I don't pick your skin!" In an alley in the West Lane of Qingyun Town, fifteen or sixteen-year-old Yang Gaopo was chasing thirteen-year-old Xizi Nanman.

This road is full of chickens and dogs jumping, Xi Zinan is carrying a little hen in his arms and keeps running wildly, running all the way and roaring: "Which dog of yours saw Lao Tzu stealing your chicken, is it that all the chickens in the world are hatched by you!" Come on, come on, make a call to Lao Tzu, and see if you have the potential to be the king of chickens. ”

"Shut up for me! My chickens are marked with red paint, and I will catch you later, and see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you!" Yang Gaopo was glaring at Xi Zinan viciously and gritted his teeth.

Xi Zinan sighed in his heart, "What the hell is this, even a little chick has to make a mark, isn't this full and has nothing to hold on." Okay, well, the mark is not, look at the master. Xi Zinan was angry, grabbed the two claws of the little hen with his left hand, and plucked the chicken feathers with his right hand to throw them back while running, and glanced at the chicken in his hand from time to time to see if the chicken feathers were plucked clean.

With a tragic rooster crow, it rained chicken hair in the rear of Xizinan. Yang Gaopo, who was chasing behind, was covered with chicken feathers, and kept sneezing: "Damn rabbit cub, ah...... Ah, you'd better not let my brother catch you, otherwise I'll skin you alive!"

"You can't save some effort on your mouth and use it on your two little thin legs!" Xi Zinan turned his head and glanced at Yang Gaopo playfully.

"Ahh Yang Gaopo turned around suddenly, grabbed a bunch of bananas from the roadside stall, broke them off one by one, and threw them vigorously towards Xizinan.

"Smack!" a banana was in the middle of Xi Zinan's head, "Ah, ......", Xi Zinan fell and gnawed on the mud, shook off the banana peel stuck to his head, and his two eyes kept rolling, "Okay, play with the master, see Lao Tzu find a way to play you to death", Xi Zinan said indignantly in his heart.

"Hahaha...... I'm really in a good mood today, hahaha......", Yang Gaopo laughed wildly as if he had a big revenge.

"Miss, walk slowly. An old man's voice came to Xi Zinan's ears from the armory shop not far in front.

"Here's your chance. Xi Zinan smiled inwardly and turned his head to look at Yang Gaopo: "Grandson, why don't you chase after me, if you don't chase the master, I'll leave first." After speaking, he rushed to the gate of the armory shop in front. Running not far from the gate of the armory, he stopped, turned around and waved to Yang Gaopo defiantly.

"Ya's move. Yang Gaopo's teeth tightened, and he strode forward, grabbed the remaining half bunch of bananas in his right hand, and threw it towards Xizi Nan with all his strength.

Xi Zinan stared at the five or six yellow mangs flying rapidly in the air, and immediately turned around and swooped into the alley around the corner.

At this time, from the armory shop, a graceful figure walked out, a green coat slightly flicked, two temples and green silk curtains, and a ponytail heroic. "Strange, why is the sense of crisis so strong all of a sudden?" Yang Zini stood on the stone steps in front of the armory, with her hands behind her waist, raised her chin slightly, and looked solemnly at the sky full of sunset in front of her.

Wang Xiucai, who was in the tea house opposite, watched this scene with affection, took a sip of tea, as if reminiscing about the refreshing fragrance of tea, and muttered softly at the corner of his mouth: "A scene is a scene, just because of the Yiren." ”

It's just that this scene is too short. "Papapa" came three times, and the Yiren in the picture was gone, and there was still a sad "Ah...... in the air. Wang Xiucai jumped up directly from the chair and approached the window for a meal, but what appeared in front of him at this time was a "big" word lying on the ground, exaggerated beyond exaggeration. Wang Xiucai opened his mouth slightly, stunned, and his whole person became bad.