Early morning.

The deserted border mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and the steep mountains that stretch for thousands of miles are like an ancient dragon entrenched here, as if they are about to break through the sky at any time. A few occasional roars floated from the lush mountain forest, adding a touch of life to this lonely environment.

Legend has it that this mountain range is the Optimus Pillar, and a catastrophe occurred here that caused the landslide to collapse. At a critical juncture, the contemporary saint Nuwa of the Holy Maiden Peak uses her body as a stone, smelts herself, and saves the lives of all people. When the catastrophe came, the earth-shattering war kicked off, and as the main battlefield, countless gods and men fell here, leaving endless legends. Therefore, later generations called it the Qingtian Mountain Range.

The Optimus Mountains have been deserted for many years, and they are uninhabited. Twenty years ago, a sharp sword was born, the blade of the sword, no one can reach, after defeating the three famous houses of the human race, the spearhead is directed at the Holy Maiden Peak. But the Holy Maiden Peak was transcendent and ignored it. This person drifted away, and returned to the empire three years later, followed by the demon prince Azig, the war general Uradour, the protector Sangpu and many other demon masters died under his sword. As soon as this incident came out, countless people's blood boiled, and the young people of the empire worshipped it as a god. The person of good deeds, digging deep into this person's old background, found that he was a broken aristocratic child twenty years ago, drinking and having fun all day long, and when he crossed the rivers and lakes, he had just left the Qingtian Mountain Range, so people thought about it. According to rumors, he did not shy away from this matter, and once bluntly said that it was here that changed the trajectory of his life. As soon as these words came out, coupled with the previous rumors of the Qingtian Mountain Range, people said that the earth-shattering battle of the year should have left a lot of inheritance, waiting for those who are destined. As a result, countless young talents have come one after another, looking forward to leaping into the dragon gate and stepping on the pinnacle of life.

And only a town at the foot of the mountain is sleeping in a dream at the moment, and there are few pedestrians on the street, making this desolate town even more desolate. Occasionally, a few men with hitches, rubbing their scarlet eyes, came out of the only gambling house in town, cursed and noisy to the roadside breakfast stalls, and fought for the night, no matter how they won or lost, filling their stomachs was always the first thing in the world.

The town lives up to its name, the area is not large, and the only street runs through the east and west, but because it is located on the border line and sits on the Qingtian Mountain Range, the geographical location is unique.

"Damn, this Zhou Peel who has been cut by a thousand knives, Lao Tzu has been squeezed clean by him again. Li Da, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, cursed the unscrupulous boss in the gambling house while eating steamed buns, "Zhou Papi is a simple product, this weekday guest who doesn't let him pluck the goose, to say, he takes care of our old residents, yesterday the eldest young master from the capital, even lost his clothes, and now he is still hiding in the casino and does not dare to come out." Look at you and me, you can still sit here and eat steamed buns. Wang Zhuzhu, the tall thin man next to him, touched his pocket distressedly and sighed.

"I said, the three of us don't have that level at all, and we can win on weekdays, not thanks to drinking some soup behind that kid's ass. Another man, Zhao Er, took over the conversation, and he suddenly frowned, "Hey, why didn't Li Da call that kid over last night."

Li Da looked at the two of them, his voice was slightly low, and an unnatural flush suddenly appeared on his face, "The one from his family is back, you don't know, that aunt..."

As he was talking, there was a "snap", and Li Da, who was caught off guard, was hit with porcelain on his head, and his eyes were full of gold stars. Damn, Lao Tzu was unlucky last night, and he only had a meal of steamed buns left after losing, and he held back his stomach and had no place to vent, okay, someone touched my moldy head early in the morning, even if it was the king of heaven today, I had to give you some color to see... Thinking like this, Li Da grabbed his cuffs, gritted his teeth and turned around suddenly, and swung a punch at the figure behind him.

However, before the fist arrived, when he saw this person's face clearly, Li Da suddenly woke up, his fist was immediately put down, and his face was full of slanderous smiles: "Ouch, my little young master, why are you so early today, yo, look at your dress, the whole prince and young master, come on, come on, just out of the pot, hurry up and take two bites." The speed of changing his face was so fast, and he was so flattered that Zhao Er and the two of them were dumbfounded.

The person who came was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, with a delicate face, narrow eyes revealing calm and a little lazy, wearing a white robe, but really seemed to be a beautiful son, he grabbed the stool next to him and sat down, the young man picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth, "Why are you three here, look at your dark faces, sad faces, it shouldn't be the essence of yesterday's loss."

Li Dasan is an honest hunter, on weekdays in the periphery of the Qingtian Mountains to play some game to earn some wine money, nothing to do like to gamble two, one to two, and this long-term in and out of the casino of the little boy mixed together, the boy does not know whether it is gambling skills or luck, can always win a lot of money, follow him can also make some oil and water. It is estimated that he is the only one in the entire town who can make Zhou Papi's eyelids jump.

Li Da cried with a sad face, "I wanted to call you yesterday, didn't I hear that he came back, and I didn't dare to think about you.. Forehead... There was no time to come out, so the three of us thought about going to play, but we didn't expect to lose more and more, and now there are only a few buns left on the table. ”

The young man was said to be a sore spot, and his long-term tempered face was rarely red, and he was about to be angry to maintain his man's dignity, but when he saw Li Da change his words, his face eased, "Go, take advantage of the time now, go to Zhou Papi to play two games, and let the master find you a place to get back."

At this time, Zhao Er cautiously interjected: Master, there is a notice posted at the door of Zhou Papi.

"How to say"

"Imps and dogs are not allowed"

“......”

“... This has something to do with me...", the boy was puzzled.

"The whole town, men, women and children, since the year you came to the town to today, haven't they all called you a little ghost......" Zhao Er took over the conversation, and the magnitude and frequency of Li Da next to him were very similar to the beckoning cat on the counter of Zhou Peel, and he swore that he wanted to tie the young man to his warship.

"Damn...... Let's go, this little master has to let him have a long memory"

"You got up early in the morning, and went directly to the gambling house, and let that person know when the time comes...."Zhao Er suddenly thought of something, and said to the young man beside him.

How can the boy care about this now, mother's Zhou Peel, thinking that she is back, I don't dare to gamble, unscrupulous, this is! It's a big deal to kneel on the washboard at night, and the husband can bend and stretch! It's not that I haven't knelt, it's not that I've knelt once or twice....

Li Da looked at the menacing young man in front of him and gave Zhao Er a thumbs up. Thinking about how much silver he would be able to get back later, he followed behind him and walked towards the gambling house.