Dawn bites the lip of the night, and the crimson dots are stained into the brilliant morning light. In the early morning, when the first rays of light shine on this vast land, everything begins to show its vitality. In Weishui Village, the young Cangxuan got up early, and after a simple freshening up, he walked out of the door.

A group of teenagers, ranging from ten to fifteen years old, were bathing in the morning glow and making a breath. Obviously, Cangxuan's sudden arrival attracted the attention of that group of teenagers and girls.

"Yo, everyone, come and see, isn't this our genius Cangxuan? A young man, with very delicate eyebrows, said playfully at this time.

His name is Mo Feng, and compared with Cang Xuan's young fame, he is much inferior. Originally, his talent was not high, but he was recognized by the statue of Wu Zu at the ancestral temple ceremony two years ago, and he has been arrogant since then. Maybe it's his own flaws, he hates people like Cangxuan the most. Cang Xuan didn't bother to pay attention to him, walked to the corner of the training ground alone, picked up a spear, and practiced.

Seeing that Cang Xuan ignored him like this, Mo Feng was very annoyed in his heart, and spat on the ground. Looking at the existence that he once had to look up to, step by step becoming invisible to everyone, he felt a heartfelt pleasure in his heart.

"Don't say it, no matter what, someone is a genius. At the age of seven, he sensed the vitality of heaven and earth, and at the age of fourteen, he reached the seventh rank of the acquired realm, which is extremely rare in some large tribes, not to mention the small villages in this kind of reckless land. "Naturally, the crowd is indispensable for those who follow it. seems to be helping Cangxuan speak, but it's just another kind of irony.

"Don't you know, our Cangxuan Great Genius, but he has entered the Ancestral Temple three times, but it seems that he has not obtained the witch blood inheritance once."

Weishui Village, a small village surrounded by mountains, is also the other place where they have lived for generations. They share a common belief and worship the ancestor Xuanming. If you can feel the vitality of heaven and earth, you may enter the Wuzu Temple and accept the inheritance of Wuzu. At that time, he will be able to practice the witchcraft inherited by the Wu clan and become a real monk.

The ancestral temple ceremony is only held once every two years, but Cang Xuan has never succeeded once, which makes him almost a laughing stock in the village.

Facing the sarcastic gazes, Cang Xuan didn't want to respond to anything. The ups and downs of these seven years have made his ambition far better than that of his peers. For example, people eat and drink water, and they know their own warmth and coldness. Cang Xuan knows that only when he becomes strong enough can he survive all the storms.

"Huh"

The spear forged by black iron was like a black snake in Cang Xuan's hand, swallowing out the silver mang, returning to its original position. Cang Xuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, according to the rules of the village, after the morning exercise, the village elders will give a lecture, explaining the skills of surviving in the great wilderness and the ancient history of the Wu clan. Cang Xuan didn't dare to take these courses lightly, after all, in this boundless wilderness, with more knowledge and experience, there would be a little more possibility of survival.

"Knock knock" ...... This is a signal for the start of the course.

Cang Xuan tidied up his clothes again, kept them clean and tidy, and the pace on his feet was not hurried or slow, so that he was respectful and polite.

The course was held under a large mulberry tree and was lectured by an elderly man with a charitable face. The old man talks and talks funny, which makes the classroom atmosphere lively. During this period, Cangxuan was also very attentive and did not dare to relax lightly. Time flies, and the class is over.

"Children, Grandpa has sent a message to you to get ready. The ancestral temple ceremony is coming, I hope you can prepare sacrifices. ”

The old man looked at Cangxuan, he liked this student very much, and cast a look of anticipation and encouragement. Cang Xuan nodded slightly, and a smile immediately appeared on the old man's face.

"I won't let down the people who care about me anymore, Cang Xuan clenched his hand tightly. ”

Cang Xuan walked into the distance, and the sunlight outlined the young man's heart of never giving up......