Located in the north of the Chinese continent, backed by endless primeval forests, the snow region has a very special geographical location, in the extreme north of the northern region. The snow in the snowy area does not melt all year round, and the climate environment is extremely harsh. There is only one large plant that survives on this land, and that is the cedar trees in the primeval forest.

The vast snowfield is boundless, countless cedars stand proudly on the field, the hundred-year-old cedars are as high as several zhang, the heavy snow presses its top, but it can not bend its waist, just like the backbone of the Chinese people, the toughness is good, it is amazing.

Legend has it that in the depths of the primeval forest, ice crystals are dotted and chalcedony is dazzling, like a fairyland. The thousand-year-old cedar soars into the sky, as if the gods of heaven are standing. There is also a legend that at the end of the snowy region, surrounded by mountains, there is an ice snow lotus, which can live and die, flesh and bones. If a cultivator of immortals can obtain a petal, he can feather a flying immortal and ascend to the immortal realm, which is a rare elixir that is difficult to find in the world.

It's just that, after all, legends are legends, and for thousands of years, there have been countless cultivators who have gone to snoop, including many young heroes from various sects and many old monsters from hidden families, but they have all returned with their feathers and kept silent. There is also a top master in the world who went to seek an opportunity, but an accident happened in the depths of the snowfield. According to eyewitnesses, the sword qi flew everywhere, the screams, and the roars were terrifying, and three days later, the master returned from serious injuries, his muscles and veins were broken, and he was delirious. muttering to himself, earth mole, all arms, hell, soon died of cure. Since then, later generations have regarded it as a Jedi. Even the old hunters in the nearby villages hunt only at the edge of the forest to make ends meet.

On the outskirts of the cedar forest are several small villages, one of which is Lingjiazhuang.

The village chief's name is Ling Feng, although he is already in his old age, his body is very tough, and his spirit is strong, and he can't tell that he is an octogenarian at all. He has a red face, a white beard, a radiant look, and a fairy wind and bones. The divine light looms between the opening and closing of the tiger's eyes, not angry and self-threatening, which makes people awe-inspiring.

The red sun was slanting westward, and it was almost dusk, and Old Man Ling was standing at the entrance of the village, looking at the pine forest from afar, as if he was waiting for someone to return.

At this moment, a group of middle-aged men dragged a few grizzly bears to Ling Feng's field of vision. A middle-aged man in the middle is about forty years old, dressed in a tiger skin robe, holding an iron axe, straddle the bow and arrow, walking with a dragon and a tiger, and is upright. Apparently the leader of the group.

When this group of middle-aged people saw Ling Feng, they hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Old man!"

"Uncle Ling. ”

Ling Feng smiled and nodded in response.

When the middle-aged man in the middle saw Ling Feng, he hurriedly took two steps and stepped forward to hold Old Man Ling's hand.

"Dad, why are you here? Isn't Wan'er ......?" the middle-aged man asked with a nervous look.

"Tianhao, Wan'er is about to give birth, go back and take a look. The old man replied with a smile.

"Really, then I'll go back now!" Ling Tianhao's face was happy, and he didn't care about the prey and companions behind him, and ran quickly towards home.

When the middle-aged hunters heard this, they stepped forward to say hello to the old man.

"Congratulations, old man!"

"Uncle Ling, this is Brother Tianhao's eldest son, you must bleed today, and you won't return if you don't get drunk. ”

"The village chief, please drink later!"

“......”

"Okay, well, this group of little rabbit cubs, they will come to my house to drink for a while, and there are more than a dozen jars of aged wine in my house, if anyone doesn't come, I will put the banquet at his house. Ling Feng's face was full of red light, and he was very happy.

"Huzi, you go to the west of the village in a while, call your uncle emperor, and I will catch up with him. Ling Feng said to a sturdy middle-aged man in the crowd wearing a deerskin robe.

"Okay, I'll go. Huzi laughed, agreed, and turned around and walked towards the west of the village.

Ling Tianhao rushed to the house in a hurry, rushed straight to the house, and as soon as he arrived at the door, he was pushed out by a septuagenarian woman.

"Mother, how is Wanjun?" Ling Tianhao asked the woman with an anxious expression.

"You're about to become a father, why are you still so unstable, go outside and guard. Ling Tianhao's mother, Dong Xiuzhen, said with a smile.

Listening to his mother's reprimand, Ling Tianhao scratched his head, helpless for a while. He knew that he really couldn't help in this situation, so he drooped his head and turned and walked into the courtyard. As soon as he arrived in the courtyard, he saw Ling Feng returning with the strong men in the village.

"Tianhao, you and Da Zhuang, the sixth child will go and carry out the elk and grizzly bear in the backyard to clean up, and I will go and bring out the wine. Ling Feng said to Tianhao.

Ling Tianhao agreed, and walked towards the backyard with the two men.

At this time, many middle-aged women came in from outside and saluted Ling Feng.

"Uncle Ling, I heard that my sister-in-law is about to give birth, let's take a look at her. ”

"Congratulations to Uncle Ling's family, let's come over and be happy. ”

A group of women fluttered and saluted Ling Feng.

"Okay, okay, you little girls come into the courtyard to sit, don't be polite. With Ling Feng's age, it is indeed not an exaggeration to call them little girls.

The women agreed, and did not go in to rest, but in groups of three or five, helping to work, without the slightest restraint or pretentiousness. Ling Feng is kind and kind, often helps the villagers, Ling Tianhao is the only seedling of the Ling family, this time the Ling family has added Ding, everyone naturally wants to come to the door to say goodbye, busy and busy. The people in the village are simple, this is the folk custom, and it is also the nature. Kindness is innate, carved in the bones, and no matter how many years go by, it has never changed the slightest.

In the blink of an eye, the twilight had sunk, and the flawless bright moon climbed up the branches, like a perfect piece of jade. Qinghui set off the incomparable tranquility of the night, but it could not freeze the fiery feelings of the people in the village.

Ling Feng is kind, warm-hearted, deeply loved by people, people heard that Ling Feng's family has added Ding, and they have come to congratulate him. In less than an hour, the people in the village had arrived. At this time, Huzi also slowly approached the courtyard with an old man in his arms.

The old man was thin and small, and seemed to be weak, as if he had a hint of sickness. The eyes are small, but they are clear, and the eyes open and close with a divine light, like a wise man. Although the old man's beard is white, there is no sign of an old dragon bell. He was dressed in a blue cotton coat, and the most striking thing was the arm of his right hand, the cuff of which was empty, gently swaying with the cold wind. This is the emperor's uncle in Huzi's mouth.

Lingjiazhuang is surnamed Ling, except for this emperor uncle. Uncle Di's name is Di Xun, and he has been friends with Ling Feng for many years, not brothers, but better than brothers. Many years ago, Ling Feng went out wandering, and happened to meet Di Xun who was chased and killed. After they met, they actually had a feeling of hating each other, and the two talked all night and cherished each other. After that, Di Xun followed Ling Feng to Lingjiazhuang and lived there for thirty years.

When Ling Feng saw Di Xun, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him and invited Di Xun to the courtyard.

The courtyard was brightly lit, Di Xun and Ling Feng were sitting on the top, and the group of middle-aged men were also sitting around the six tables. Only Ling Tianhao looked anxious, pacing around the courtyard, looking nervously into the house, during which he wanted to rush into the house several times, but was stopped by his father.

"Don't worry, the two midwives and your mother are taking care of you, it's fine. Ling Feng said with a smile.

When Ling Tianhao heard his father's words, his old face turned red, and he couldn't sit or stand. He is also "the first time that the big girl has been on the sedan chair." "If you want to say that you are not worried, it is false, but he has nothing to do. The feeling of having no strength but nowhere to use it is really a bit aggrieved.

And at this moment, in the depths of the distant cedar forest, a purple lightning suddenly fell from the sky, like a frightening dragon. The rolling thunder was like a doomsday war drum, deafening, and even the earth was trembling. Immediately afterwards, a dragon roared sound, from far and near, startling the birds in the forest, the horses in the village neighed, and the body trembled.

Obviously it is a cold winter, or a sunny day with a bright moon, how can there be lightning and thunder, and it is an unheard of purple lightning, the middle-aged men look at each other, all suspicious, and even with a trace of fear.

Ling Feng and Di Xun also seemed to smell something unusual, and the two of them glanced at each other. They all saw the nervous, confused, and shocked looks in each other's eyes.

"Brother, the winter thunder and the purple lightning rush into the sky, could it be that thing was born?" Ling Feng looked at Di Xun with puzzlement.

"It seems that we have to make a plan early", Di Xun looked at the empty cuffs, his face was solemn, and whispered to Ling Feng.

"Quack..."The thunder and lightning were about to stop, and a baby's cry interrupted the conversation between the two old men.

"Gave birth, congratulations to the village chief, congratulations to Tianhao, it's a boy. The midwife rushed out of the house and said happily.

"Boy, son, I have a son, I'm a father!hahaha...", Ling Tianhao danced and ran towards the house excitedly.

And the tense and depressing atmosphere in the courtyard because of the lightning flash dragon chant just now was diluted a lot by the good news of the birth of the child, and people got up one after another to say hello to Ling Feng.

The men here are all excellent hunters who fight with wild beasts every day, so naturally they will not panic because of a vision in the sky. Besides, if something really happens, the palace will definitely send all kinds of masters to calm down. And these are not the things that ordinary people should care about.

Huaxia is still martial, up to a hundred-year-old man, a very popular minister, down to a seven-year-old Shaonian, ordinary people, all with martial arts to cultivate themselves, with martial arts to cultivate morality. And every country also has protectors of the country, whose cultivation is unfathomable. There are also various major sects, caves and blessed lands, and their disciples go in and out of the red dust, practice martial arts, and refine their hearts and minds. Of course, there are also many hermit families, dormant in the famous mountains and rivers, rarely interact with people, and quietly seek the Tao. Those who have cultivated to the highest level, even the monarchs of various countries are polite and give three points, because they can break the mountains and rivers with their raised hands, and they will ambush millions of corpses in anger and shed thousands of miles of blood. Therefore, all countries, sects, and hidden families all restrain each other to avoid human tragedy. For thousands of years, the Chinese continent has been prosperous, and there are very few mad people who wantonly kill. If it is violated, then the cultivators of the world will rise up and attack it, after all, no one wants to become the target of public criticism.