Theoretically speaking, it is basically difficult for ordinary people to obtain high-level exercises and martial arts, but there are no absolutes, the territory of the Lingwu Continent is boundless, there are thousands of ethnic groups, and countless large and small forces are distributed in all corners of the Lingwu Continent......

Due to the vastness of the territory, there are many talented and gorgeous strong people on the continent, at the end of their lives, due to their withdrawn temperament, they may hide the exercises created in their lives somewhere, waiting for someone to take them, there is a joke in the Lingwu Continent: "If one day, you fall off the cliff and fall into the cave, don't panic, take a few steps forward, perhaps, you will get the inheritance of great power and become a strong man!"

Although this is a joke, in the endless river of time on the mainland, there is no shortage of stories of relying on adventures to become a strong man or even a hegemon.

The consequence of this story is that a large number of people have been created to search for various inaccessible places on the mainland, hoping to obtain the inheritance of the power of a certain predecessor, so as to soar to the sky. Of course, inaccessible places also mean danger, so most of these people return with broken arms and legs, or never return......

In short, this is a continent full of miracles, and miracles are created!

Of course, the premise of wanting to practice the exercises is to be able to sense and communicate with the aura of heaven and earth with the aura seeds in the dantian, enter the realm of feeling qi, and then absorb the aura of heaven and earth to temper the body, so as to embark on a long road of cultivation......

And now in Beichen, the dantian is broken, which means that the aura seeds in the body are gone, and the aura of heaven and earth cannot be sensed, let alone absorbed.

"Phew. Spit out the grass roots in his mouth, Beichen suddenly raised his upper body, his handsome face became hideous, and he roared at the night sky: "Thief God, you gave the wrong script, did you use labor and management as a monkey?"

On the earth, Beichen is just an extremely ordinary member of the mediocre beings, money, beauty, power, these things are basically two parallel lines with him, and there is never a point of intersection.

However, after coming to this Lingwu Continent, Beichen was pleasantly surprised to find that the cultivation methods of many fantasy novels that he had read on Earth were actually quite good here, so with his rich memory, he created his reputation as a genius.

Beichen came to the Lingwu Continent at the age of six, used the aura seed to sense the aura of heaven and earth at the age of seven, and reached the sense of qi realm, broke through the first level of the quenching realm at the age of eight, reached the seventh level of the quenching realm at the age of twelve, broke the limit of the quenching realm at the age of fourteen, advanced to the Gangqi realm, and became the youngest Gangqi realm powerhouse in Qingyunmen for decades!

Although it may not be anything compared to the genius disciples of those big forces, in Qingyun County, a place where spiritual energy is scarce, he is definitely a great genius!

When an ordinary and mediocre person, after knowing that he has the capital of countless people's attention, if he does not have enough concentration, it is difficult to maintain his original heart, obviously, Beichen, who is just an ordinary person on the earth, does not have this kind of transcendent concentration, so after he began to cultivate, he chose the path of becoming a high-profile genius, rather than gradually growing up in silence!

Beichen's cultivation path can be described as smooth sailing, and he is making great progress. If nothing else, a year later, as the first disciple of Qingyun Sect, he will go to the Fengyun Sect, the head of the four major sects of the Canglan Empire, to cultivate, which can be described as a smooth road and a promising future!

Just when Beichen thought that his life was about to reach the peak of his life, an unexpected thing made him fall from heaven to hell!

A few days ago, he was sent down the mountain to get the elixir, and on the way back was attacked by an unknown master, he desperately guarded the elixir, and returned to the sect with nine deaths, but the dantian was shattered and became an out-and-out waste.

It's just that he never thought that his loyalty was worthless in the eyes of those high-ranking people. After learning that he couldn't cultivate, he couldn't wait to sweep him out of the house like those unwanted garbage, only a little bit of regret, but no trace of retention.

It's ridiculous that such a ruthless sect actually regards it as its home, and those snobbish people as its family!

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After roaring a few times, Beichen's emotions slowly calmed down, and his face was once again filled with helplessness and loneliness. At this point, he knew that no matter how angry he was, it would no longer be possible for the dantian to recover, and it would be impossible for him to have the original strength again.

Strength is the only royal road in any place.

It's money on earth, and money can make ghosts grind, but it's not just a joke, if you don't have money, it's not bullshit in the eyes of others. In the Lingwu Continent, strength is the true art of fighting.

The strong are proud of the sky and dominate life and death...... The weak are surviving, and they are only promised!

"Hehe, strength...... In this world, without strength, it is not as good as even a piece of, at least, no one dares to step on!" Shoulders shrugged slightly, Beichen's low self-deprecating laughter, with grief and indignation, slowly wandered on the top of the mountain.

Mu Ran looked into the distance, thinking about his sad fate, and his clear eyes were gloomy...... On the opposite side, the steep mountain shrouded in haze, there was the famous Demon Spirit Mountain Range of the Canglan Empire.

After a long time, with a gloomy sigh, Beichen stretched out his palm and took out a black lacquer bead on his chest, the size of a baby's fist of black beads, I don't know what material was used to make it, and the beads were painted with faint blurred lines, which looked very simple. Holding this black bead, Beichen suddenly fell into a long memory.

On Earth, he is an orphan, without a name, for as long as he can remember, he has been fighting wild cats and wild dogs in the garbage heap, even if he was scratched and bruised, but he still survived very strongly.

When he was five years old, in a cold and windy, snowy winter, a toddler looked at him shivering beside the garbage heap, stretched out his thin palm, and said kindly: "Child, let's go with the old man!"

He stretched out his arm tremblingly and put it on the old man's thin palm, he felt the warmth of the world for the first time in his life!

"What is your name, child?" asked the old man.

"Name, what's that??...... I didn't ," he said, bewildered, and held out his other hand with a little mud to show that he wasn't lying.

"Huh...... The name is the code name for people walking in the world, but it is also the expectation and blessing of the elders to the younger generations. The old man chuckled and explained earnestly.

"I don't understand!"

"Son, why don't I give you a name?"

The boy said happily, "Yes, yes!"

"Beichen. The old man thought seriously for a while, and slowly spit out the two words.

"Why?"

"I hope that when you grow up, like the Big Dipper, guide you or people like you to find your way home. The old man glanced up at the sky and replied with a smile.

"Home, what's that? The world of adults is so complicated! I'd better not grow up. ”

"Hehe......"

"Don't worry about that now! Beichen ...... Polaris...... I'll have a name in the future!haha...... "The snow is still falling, and the old man disappears into the distance with the child, leaving behind a series of random footprints and the crisp laughter of children!"

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"Knock knock!"

"Old man, open the door quickly, good news!" a sharp knock sounded on the door, accompanied by the excited shouts of a teenager. The cold wind and the icy snow could not hide the excitement in the young man's heart.

After a long time, the young man did not hear the familiar and friendly voice, and suddenly his heart was a little anxious, and with a 'bang', the young man slammed open the door, rushed in like a wind on the soles of his feet, and entered the old man's room, but saw an old man with a thin body and a pale face walking on the bed. Hearing the young man's hurried footsteps, the old man struggled to open his cloudy eyes.

"Xiao Chen, you...... You're back, how's it going?" the old man's mouth made a hoarse sound.

Beichen walked to the side of the bed, squatted down, slowly handed the university admission letter in his hand to the old man, and said softly: "Old man, look, I have been admitted to the university, and I can honor you well in the future!"

"Huh...... I knew that Xiao Chen would definitely be able to. The old man chuckled, and then said: "Xiaochen, you have also grown up, I am afraid that I will not be able to accompany you anymore, old man, and you need to go by yourself in the future." ”

After the old man finished speaking, a thin hand held a black bead the size of a baby's fist, handed it to Beichen, and said, "This is a bead that can bring luck, take it, let him always be by your side for the old man." ”

"This family, you will be the only one left in the future, if one day, you meet someone who is willing to give everything for you, then you must protect her, you must hold her hand, don't let go! Xiaochen, live well......" The old man said softly, his voice getting quieter and quieter, until it disappeared.

"Old man, you must be very ...... when you leave alone. You're lonely, aren't you? You say nice people...... There will be good retribution, why ...... You're going to die? You haven't waited for me to honor you, what's the matter...... Why did you leave?" Beichen held the old man's slightly warm hand with both hands, tears flowed out, and he whimpered with a crying voice.

I don't know how long it took, Beichen's eyes were red and swollen, his silver teeth were biting his lip, letting a faint bitterness spread in his mouth, withstanding the severe cold, carrying the old man's body to a place where no one was, digging the frozen hard soil with both hands, and digging a big pit full of blood.

He picked up the old man's body, walked to the pit and lowered him, grabbed the dirt with both hands, and slowly sprinkled it on him, but never on his face. Beichen's eyes looked at the old man for a moment, as long as a few handfuls of dirt were scattered, he would never be seen again.

I vaguely heard the old man's words in my ears, and agreed to accompany him for a lifetime and teach him for a lifetime. Less than a day ago, the old man was still saying these words, sometimes warm, sometimes laughing, sometimes serious, sometimes nonsense, and from now on he will never hear them again. The vow to be a lifelong family member has since become empty.

Beichen knelt on the edge of the pit, still refusing to sprinkle dirt on the old man's face for a long time. Suddenly, he stood up, let out a long howl, and without looking at the old man again, he pushed his hands together, piling up the dirt beside the pit on his thin face until it was completely covered.

Slowly retreated a few steps, knelt down with both legs, and slammed his head three times in the snow.

Beichen stood up, his forehead was bloodstained, his eyes were hollow, tears rolled out uncontrollably, his weak body swayed, walking and walking in the vast snow. Since I met the old man, Beichen's dark and cold life has had light and warmth, and now the old man is gone, alone, I don't know where to go, and I don't know where to go!

After a while, Beichen only felt dizzy and cold, turned around, took one last look at the bloody mound, and then walked forward in a daze, and finally couldn't hold on, fell into the snow, and was buried by the merciless wind and snow......

But what Beichen didn't know was that after he lost consciousness, the black bead on his chest emitted a light that was even brighter than the heavens and stars, and in an instant, the shining light disappeared, and Beichen disappeared with it.

What is left behind in this no-man's land is the bleak cold wind, the falling snow, and a pool of blood and a grave!

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"Rustling ......"

"Who?" interrupted Beichen's memories with the sound of stumbling footsteps. Putting the wet black beads back on the placket, he stood up suddenly, his slightly red and swollen eyes stared at the direction of the sound, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said vigilantly.