Qingxiao Spiritual Domain, located in the third level of the Nine Heavens Continent, has thousands of mountains and rivers, and is extremely vast and remote. Countless springs, streams, rivers, and lakes have come together to turn this place into a world of 'water'.

Seven continents of different sizes, like seven-leaf flat boats, floated on the blue water surface extremely 'well-behaved', arranged in the shape of a 'Big Dipper'.

Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, and Shaoguang, the seven continents, shining with the colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, are like seven gems of different colors, inlaid on a blue cloak.

The light is shining and breathtaking.

As a result, the Qingxiao Spirit Domain has become the most beautiful class on the Nine Heavens Continent, and there is no one.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the natural people are outstanding. The seven continents carry hundreds of billions of living beings, endlessly, and they will build the entire spiritual realm and the land more glorious.

A long time ago, an empire called the 'Great Zhou Dynasty' was born, sweeping away the universe and dominating the entire Qingxiao. The founding emperors often worked hard. As a result, the whole Qingxiao, the country is rich and the people are strong, and all the Andaotai are hundreds of spring and autumn seasons in a flash.

The general trend of the world will be divided for a long time, and it will be divided for a long time.

The unified 'Great Zhou Dynasty' was eventually buried under the iron hooves of the 'Dog Rong clan' with the last emperor who was unscrupulous.

The fire in Luoyi City opened the prelude to the self-reliance of the princes, and the entire dynasty, seven continents, was divided into four hundred and seventy-twenty-eight countries.

The princes competed with each other for hegemony, and the flames of war broke out, turning a good green and prosperous era into a hell on earth. Countless people have been displaced, bones are everywhere, and corpses are strewn across the field.

In this great melee, a few small countries were gradually annexed, and five superpowers rose one after another.

This chaotic history began between the Spring and Autumn Period, and later generations of historians called this period of dark time 'Spring and Autumn'

The peaks are like gathering, and the waves are like fury. Jinyang City is located between Taihang and Wangwu two mountains, and the tiger is in the dragon plate, and it is very prosperous in civil engineering. The city is majestic, and the nine ridges are sealed with ten dragons, which is magnificent.

Distant mountains, swallowing big rivers, vast soup soup, boundless, sunrise and sunset, thousands of weather. The meteorological feng shui within a radius of 100 miles was all collected by Jinyang City.

Therefore, the "Jin Kingdom", one of the "Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period", set the capital here.

On this day, the wind is peaceful.

The door of the "Jin King's Mansion" is also very lively, and the high-ranking and powerful "King of Jin" Fan Yueran, led five generals, personally opened the middle door, put on a brilliant guard of honor, and respectfully greeted someone.

In such a big battle, the 'King of Jin' Fan Yueran has only put on a show twice: the first time is the canonization ceremony of the declining 'Great Zhou Emperor', and the other time is his daughter who came back from the Bixiao Xuan Domain.

The crowd of onlookers began to discuss: Some people said that it was Zhao Chongshan, the 'head of the sect' of the 'Kunlun Taoism', who came this time, and some people said that it was Lu Dangxin, the 'white-clothed monk' of the 'Jishi Temple'.

'King of Jin' Fan Yuekong never said a word, he half-squinted his eyes and waited patiently.

At the gate of Jinyang City, a young man with a big sword on his back finally passed the layers of inspection by the guards at the city gate and squeezed into Jinyang City.

The young man's cultivation is only a 'low-level Xuan King', and in the Bixiao Xuan Domain, he is definitely a first-class master, but in this Qingxiao Spirit Domain, he can't even compare to the guards of the city gate.

In this Jinyang City, an ordinary guard soldier is required to be a 'middle-level Xuan King' cultivation.

The boy stuck out his tongue at the guards who had just taken advantage of him, playfully without a hint of resentment. He made his way through the layers of crowds and sat down at a street stall with 'morning dew' hanging on it.

"Little Er, a pot of good wine, and a plate of peanuts. The boy found the only empty bench, and with all his strength, sat down.

The surrounding drinkers who were either entering or leaving the city, looking at the young man in tattered clothes, deliberately sat far away.

The busy shopkeeper heard the shouting and hurriedly thought of a 'hello'. But when he saw the ragged young man, the smile on his original face immediately disappeared from the clouds.

Xiao Er has set up a stall at this city gate for nearly ten years, and there are no less than hundreds of drinkers coming in and out every day. The crawling and rolling in the 'rivers and lakes' has long allowed him to practice a pair of 'fiery eyes', who is rich and who is a poor ghost, as long as he shakes it in front of him, his original form will be immediately revealed.

The young man in front of him definitely doesn't look like a rich master.

If it was in the past, and people were looked down upon like this, Ye Junlin would definitely go up to educate him. But the experience of three months in Qingxiao completely smoothed out his anger. Now he is as warm as a pebble, without any edges and corners.

"Just serve the wine, and someone will come to pay for it, and maybe give you some tips. Ye Junlin's cheeks were a little flushed, and his voice was getting lower and lower.

When the shopkeeper saw it, he sneered: "Reward?"

Then he looked at Ye Junlin with disdain

At the gate of the Jin Palace, Fan Yueran, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, suddenly opened his eyes.

"It's coming. The 'King of Jin' smiled, pointed to a burly young general behind him, and said with a smile: "It seems that King's Landing has encountered a little trouble, Kunlun, you go and pick it up." ”

Behind the burly general, he carried a halberd on his back, which was black and weighed thousands of pounds. The burly general shook his head towards Fan Yueran, and his halberd body trembled slightly.

At the stall at the city gate, Ye Junlin, who had eaten and drunk for nothing but had no money, had been detained by the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper shouted and shouted, saying that he was going to take Ye Junlin to see the official.

Ye Junlin's face did not have a trace of waves, he sat cross-legged on the ground, and there were no waves in the ancient well, which was quite sarcastic.

Without warning, the earth shook, and then the tables and chairs, the wine glasses, and the wine. The diners' eyes widened as they looked at the wine glasses that rippled with the wooden table, and they all carefully picked them up and looked around.

The smoke and dust in the city are everywhere, a group of iron horses stretch into two long lines of black pressure, black horse Xuanjia, more than 100 horsemen, all of them are the famous 'Xuanjia heavy horse' of the Jin Kingdom, led by the halberd man, carrying a black flag in his hand, on which the iron painting silver hook is written with a big character 'Jin'.

Ye Junlin narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of admiration on his face.

More than 100 heavy riders stopped in front of the wine stall on the side of the street, and the burly general carried the big flag, turned over and dismounted, and walked straight towards Ye Junlin.

The surrounding diners have exploded, and the sound of discussion is endless.

"This is not the 'Euphorbia' Ning Kunlun, General Ning. ”

"It's not 'General Ning'. ”

"Eat and drink for nothing, and it won't be dealt with by military law. ”

While talking, many people looked at Ye Junlin with sympathetic eyes, and Ye Junlin smiled and was noncommittal