It was dark, the wind began to blow heavily, and the snowflakes rolled in a messy manner. The python roared and broke the snow and wind, the phoenix tore through the sky, and the golden light suddenly soared, bursting into the sky like a rain of swords.

The visions of the heavens, the divine power of the heavens and the earth, no longer exist at this moment. In his eyes, there was only the approaching head of the snake. Finally, there was no escape, and he saw that the two big blue eyes were shining fiercely, the bloody mouth was wide open, and the fangs were thicker than his arms.

The first time, he was scared, the first time, he was helpless. Death was so close to him for the first time, and the strange thing was that what he feared was not death, but becoming food in someone else's belly, and then being ruthlessly pulled out and becoming.

The familiar feeling came for the first time, as if he saw the colorful light, as if he saw the secluded sea, and heard the roar of the sea. He waved his little hands, trying to dispel these strange and familiar images, trying to find a worthy one and wrestle.

Barren wilderness, vast snow, vast sky, except for snowflakes or snowflakes, coldness is everything unique to this world. Grabbed, grabbed the cold breath, hard, the black ancient fan was held in the palm of his hand, and his small body stood up, facing everything in this world independently, except for the ancient fan in his hand, he had nothing. The blood basin opened its mouth wide and bit it down......

With a shout, he woke up from his dream, sweating profusely, panting, and clutching the black ancient fan in his hand. Whew-panting.

The lights in the room came on, and a soft white light illuminated the whole room, and also pulled him out of the darkness and saw the world of light.

"Heng, why are you having nightmares again?" a gentle voice asked, a round face of concern leaning over and looking nervously at him who was weak.

"It's okay, you go to sleep, I'm sorry to disturb you, Zhang Long. Heng said weakly, apologetic for letting him continue to sleep, disturbing other people's good dreams, he was very unhappy.

"Forget it, I can't sleep either, let's get up, it's time to go out and clean, maybe the master of the door can see that we are so diligent, and can pass us a trick and a half." Zhang Long said honestly, his eyes were full of longing.

"Okay, let's go, maybe we'll have good luck. Heng got out of bed, simply dressed himself, dragged his shoes down to the ground, picked up the broom at the head of the bed, looked at each other and smiled, and went out with their shoulders hooked.

It was still late at night, the dawn was still sleeping, the night was still raging, and it was impossible to see clearly on the road. However, two beads lit up in their hands, Zhang Long's white was soft, and the constant one was still a red bead. The faces of the two were shining, both of them were young and thick, hardworking and hard-working.

The two of them grabbed the red and white light of the beads, went out and walked to the center of the compound, and they could faintly see the white ground.

"Okay, let's break up here, good luck. Zhang Long smiled and joked, watching him turn around and want to leave, and grabbed him again, "But you kid has a benefit, don't hide it." ”

"you, when have we ever played false, go, maybe you have good luck. Heng opened his hand and walked to the other side with a broomstick.

Looking at the dark sky, the scattered starlight was scattered, and the lonely and miserable tears flashed.

It's been five years, five years have passed since things in the valley, and he has been away from the land of growth for two years. How can a man die in the valley if he has ambitions in all directions? Thinking of his father's bold words, he left his happy home without hesitation.

In the past two years, he has traveled a lot and met many people, both well-meaning and bad-hearted. In order to survive, he worked as a servant in a small restaurant, a small worker in a tailor's shop, and moved stones on construction sites.

He shook his head, he had been out for so long, he didn't know what his ambition was. He is just a person with no ability, no status. He knew that his father had peerless powers, and so did his mother, but neither of them passed on a single trick and a half to him. Hongchen has suffered so much, he has never hated them, he knows that they love him.

A year ago, also on the construction site, he met Zhang Long, who was also a small worker, the same young and the same humble, and the two became good friends who talked about everything. Because they were young, they were enslaved, and because they were small, they were bullied. The relationship between the two teenagers in the same situation is more stable, and the friendship is deeper.

Zhang Long is an ambitious young man, and the days of hardship and hardship make him more energetic, determined to learn higher skills and become a real person. So under his persuasion, the two left the construction site and prepared to learn the arts.

However, things in the world are easier said than done. Neither of them is the kind of wonderful and brilliant peerless talents, so there are no famous teachers to come, and there is no personal experience of the legendary heroes, so they can learn the nameless ancient magic skills and achieve earth-shattering achievements.

After two months of running into walls everywhere, the destitute two couldn't even pay the only entrance fee, so they had to temporarily "succumb" to a small local sect, Baihumen, as a handyman laborer. Seek stability first, and then find a way to progress.

It also happened that Baihumen was looking for two small workers to sweep the floor, so the two of them were "willing to be cheap" and recommended to Baihumen as small workers, and they were impassioned and "volunteered", they didn't want any salary, just eat and live. So under a series of constraints from the housekeeper, the two were able to enter the White Tiger Gate.

The White Tiger Sect was originally an insignificant small sect, and its forces were weak in the local area, and the master of the sect, Hu Xiao, was a third-rate master, who only survived by relying on other forces, and just survived by stealing his life.

Tiger Roar is not tall, but he is open-minded and approachable. The ground of the White Tiger Gate is not large, so the small workers can often see the face of the master of the door, and they are happy to often teach them a trick and a half for people who are not disciples, so the two of them work very hard.

Heng came to the other side of the venue alone, and under the illumination of the beads, he began to clean up carefully, and the sound of the broom sounded in the courtyard, and the ground was more clean and bright.

The dawn crept in, a glimmer of light burst from the sky, and the ground began to become clear. Thinking of Zhang Long's words before leaving, good luck, when did I have good luck.

Seeing that the cleaning was almost done, he sat down on the white stone floor with a satisfied ass, and lay directly on the ground with peace of mind and comfort, his body was unprecedentedly comfortable and relaxed.

"Good boy, you're in luck". He said to himself, still closing his eyes with peace of mind, enjoying it warmly.