Since the North family settled in Syracuse, the snow in Syracuse has not stopped, and in recent years, the snow has been heavier than ever.

There are four ancient families in the world, no one knows their origins, only know that when there are written records, they stand in the world, they are almost the same life as heaven and earth, the dynasty is not stopped, only the four major families stand, and the north family is one of the four families.

At this moment, in a quiet courtyard of the North Family, in the pavilion, a little boy was sleeping soundly on the stone table, the little boy was dressed in a brocade and jade robe, and his pink carving looked very cute, but his face was very pale, and he was a little sick.

Outside the pavilion, the middle-aged man faced the fine snow, he held a jade flute, and played the sound of heaven, even if the cold wind was biting, he was wearing very thin.

The man's name is Xiao Hang, he is a master of cultivation to reach the spiritual realm, and he is also the most famous musician in Yan Kingdom, his Xiao voice is unparalleled in the world, and even the emperor is unforgettable. But he willingly stayed in the north house and accepted a boy who didn't understand the rhythm of music as an apprentice.

At the end of the song, Xiao Hang looked at the sleeping apprentice in the pavilion, and his saliva almost flowed to the ground.

Xiao Hang helplessly made his head: "Are you asleep again?"

Xiao Hang patted the fine snow on his sleeve and walked to the little boy's side, he actually thought that such a child understood his music, Xiao Hangjue's self three years ago was afraid that he was crazy.

"Boy, it's time to wake up!" Xiao Hang knocked the child awake with a jade flute.

"Is class over?" Bei Leaning Wind looked up and rubbed his eyes, looking sleepy-eyed.

"What do you think of the song I just played?" Xiao Hang looked at the northward wind and made a serious look.

"Perception?" "The north leaning wind bowed his head, what could he feel, he could only say that he slept quite soundly.

The northward leaning wind changed the subject: "Master, I just had a dream, do you want to know what it is?"

Xiao Hang knew that the apprentice wanted to change the topic, but he was still very cooperative: "What dream? Is there a master in it?"

"No, there is no Master, there is no me, not even a single person I know, I don't even remember their faces. "The north-leaning wind looks old.

"Is it true?" Xiao Hang looked at his expression, feeling ridiculous.

"It's true!"

"I feel like I'm standing next to me, but I can't be there, I don't think I'll ever be there." ”

Beifeng was a little lost, those people in the dream were so powerful, but he couldn't even cultivate.

Xiao Hang cheered up the north-leaning wind and said, "Why are you so unconfident? Don't you believe in yourself?"

Bei Leaning Wind replied truthfully: "The people in my dreams are so powerful, but I have no cultivation, how can I be like them." ”

"Then do you want to cultivate?" Xiao Hang looked at the northward wind, very seriously.

Bei Leanfeng's face was full of hope, how could he not want to cultivate, but his father said that he couldn't cultivate, and he didn't want him to be angry.

"Forget it! Daddy will be angry!" Bei Leaning Wind shook his head, squeezing out a smile on his little face.

What are you thinking about the North Tilting Sea? Xiao Hang looked at the main courtyard of the North Family, his eyes were full of doubts, not only him, but the whole world had such doubts.

Bei Leaning Sea, the contemporary head of the North family, gifted, he arrived in the spiritual realm at the age of twenty, he has always been a very perfect person, and an incident six years ago changed the world's perception of him.

There are three sons in the North Tilting Sea, the eldest son Bei Youyu, who stepped into the spiritual realm at the age of six, is an unborn genius, and the second son Bei Yunyang, although he is not as good as the eldest brother, but he is also a rare Tianzhong, and the North Tilting Sea has crossed them, and the third son who can not cultivate is named "North Tilting" and established as the young master of the North family, even if the world ridicules, he has never changed his mind.

Xiao Hang looked at the North Tilting Wind, his eyes were a little complicated, he could cultivate, and he had enough talent, the North Tilting Sea gave him everything, but deprived him of the right to cultivate.

"Master!"

The sound of the north-leaning wind sounded, pulling Xiao Hang back to reality.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Hang looked at the northward wind, "Have you changed your mind, do you want to practice with me?"

"No...... No!" Beifeng hurriedly shook his head.

Xiao Hang looked at his panicked appearance, and sighed silently, in this world where martial arts are respected, as the head of the North family, one of the four major families, but he has no cultivation, how should he deal with himself in the future!

Bei Xiangfeng smiled very happily, "I want to say that the third day of the next lunar month is my sixth birthday, has the master thought of any gift for me!"

"Birthday present?" Xiao Hang's eyes wandered, and he smiled: "How about I give you a very powerful baby?"

Beifeng's eyes lit up: "How powerful?"

Xiao Hang remembered the Xuanwu enshrined by the Bei family, and laughed: "It's better than Xuanwu!"

"Master, you lied to me, how could there be a treasure more powerful than Xuanwu!"

The people of the northern family worship Xuanwu unconditionally, just like the three families of the southeast and west worship the green dragon, the vermilion bird, and the white tiger.

Xiao Hang smiled: "Naturally, I lied to you! Since it is a birthday gift, of course, it will not be given to you until your birthday, how can I tell you now." ”

After he finished speaking, he deliberately made a mysterious look, "But I can tell you, you will never think of what a gift!"

"Really?"

The northward wind is full of anticipation, but there is only half a month left, and he will soon receive the gift.

"Alright! It's almost time, class ends today, you go play!"

Xiao Hang looked at the sky, the time was almost up, and he got out of class.

"Yes!" Bei Tingfeng was very happy when he heard the end of class, "Goodbye, Master!"

Xiao Hang looked at his back and shook his head helplessly, did he practice Xiao today, and he was confused again.

"Young master!"

Bei Leaning Wind walked to the courtyard where he lived, and the two guards at the door hurriedly saluted, the cultivators were divided into five levels, the spiritual realm was the strongest, and below was the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, these two guards were the peak of the ground level, and their cultivation was higher than that of the city lord of Syracuse City, but in the North Family, they were only guards.

"Hmm!"

The northerly wind nodded to them and continued to walk towards the courtyard.

Bei Leaning Wind walked into the bedroom, full of thoughts, although he couldn't practice martial arts, but he didn't see the ease, he learned strategy with the master every morning, and learned Xiao from the master in the afternoon.

Bei Tingfeng remembered that he slept in Master's class, and he felt very guilty, his eldest brother disappeared on the day he was born, so his mother didn't like him, except for his father and second brother, that is, Master treated him best, but he always slept in his class.

Unconsciously, the north-leaning wind fell asleep again, and in the dream he came to the nine heavens again, and everything was the same as the dream in the afternoon, but at the end he heard other words—

On both sides of the Jing River, on the bank of the easy water, seek my inheritance and dominate a world.

When the north wind woke up again, it was dinner time, and that sentence was imprinted in his heart.

At the dinner table, the north-leaning wind muttered to himself, "Jing River, easy water!"

"Third brother, what are you talking about?"

Beiyunyang was very close to Bei Tingfeng's courtyard, so he was eating with Bei Tingfeng, and he was sitting next to Bei Tingfeng, and he heard his voice, but he didn't hear what he was saying clearly.

Bei Tingfeng asked, "Second brother, have you ever heard of the Jinghe River?"

"No!" Bei Yunyang shook his head, he hadn't heard of it either!

"You don't know!"

Beifeng was a little disappointed, and it seemed that he could only ask his father or master tomorrow.