Beside the green mountains and green waters, outside the smoke of the trees.

Like the dragon's spine stretching, in the endless mountains, the mountain wind blows, the grass and trees rattle, the floating clouds float in the sky, the sound of birds and beasts swirls in the forest, and among the heavy mountain peaks, there is a plain area, where a natural and simple village sits.

The basket is piled up with herbs, the stones are piled up into a wall fort, and the tribe inhabited by about 100 people makes Lin Zixuan feel warm, in Jiang Chen's memory, this is his former home, although Abba and Grandma are ordinary, but they treat him very well, and he is still nostalgic for the baba made by Grandma for him.

The gate wall made of giant wood was hoisted by several thick ropes, and several burly men in animal skins stood on the sentry tower, looked at Jiang Chen, opened the city gate, and then watched ahead together, loyally protecting their homes.

Stepping into it, the sound of children frolicking was heard, and several old men in missionary clothes sat cross-legged on futons, reciting scriptures, and in the center of the tribe, a huge spring fire was burning, and around it were many tribesmen, who stood in several rows, with solemn expressions, as if praying for blessings, more like praying.

The men were clad in dark blue robes with motifs carved with strange constellations, and the purple ribbons tied around their waists seemed to have some kind of magical power, and they were caught in illusions when they gazed at it.

In the middle of the crowd, in the center, an old man wearing a snow-white Taoist robe with a bit of immortal style and bone posture turned around, his eyes were full of charm, he watched Lin Zixuan come over, with a smile on his face, motioning for Lin Zixuan to stand aside, and then held his breath and concentrated, as if he was entering a meditation and cultivation.

The other clansmen also saw Lin Zixuan, nodded, and continued to read.

This prayer lasted for several hours, and the white-robed old man looked ahead, calmly stretched out his palm, and a rune intertwined with blue light flew out of his palm, rushing into the spring fire, condensing into a star-shaped flame emblem.

"My priesthood is a big tribe of the astrological clan, and it is an orthodox astrologer lineage, but unfortunately, hundreds of years ago, the owner of this flame emblem, the current patriarch of the Holy Source Clan, destroyed everything for us, displaced, and separated our children, we must not forget this grievance and blood feud, one day, they will pay the price of blood!" The white-robed old man said solemnly, his voice had a strong bewitching power, which made Lin Zixuan's blood boil.

Everyone looked sad and angry, but deep down they were a little powerless, after all, the Holy Source Department was the most powerful tribe, the holy land of astrologers.

"What is in the past, let it pass, with our current strength, we are afraid that we will only practice until the Year of the Monkey and the month of the Horse, and it will not be as good as a single hair of their hair." An old man spoke, how brilliant the sacrificial department was back then, the three saints were in charge, invincible in the world.

The white-robed old man was silent, he had practiced for a hundred years, and he had only just stepped into the ranks of the Great Magister, the existence of the Holy Source Department, but he had already stepped into the Holy Spirit.

"Forget it, that's the end of today's prayer, let's disperse." The white-robed old man glanced at Lin Zixuan, turned around and left here, and walked into the distance.

Lin Zixuan followed behind the old man, and in his memory, his adoptive father and adoptive mother were the descendants of the old man, and to some extent, his position was very important in this tribe.

"Going to play with that Nizi again?"

After walking for a long time, the white-robed old man looked at Lin Zixuan, looked kind, and asked with concern.

Lin Zixuan nodded, he respected his grandfather who had cared for him since he was a child.

"You must know that the girl of the alchemy tribe has always been the pearl of their clan's palm, and the little doll in their clan also admires Na Nizi very much, you have to practice hard, and when you achieve success, your grandfather will personally propose marriage for you."

Lin Zixuan nodded vigorously, his enlightenment cultivation has always been taught by his grandfather, and as for his parents, because they have no cultivation talent, they live an ordinary life like ordinary people.

"Go meet your Abba and Auntie, and don't let them worry."

After the old man finished speaking, he walked towards the wooden house where he lived, Lin Zixuan stood for a while, looking at a grass hut not far away, which was where Jiang Chen's parents lived, and he still remembered that his father and mother in his memory were so amiable, hardworking and enthusiastic.

Pushing open the door, a burst of the fragrance of baba cakes came to his face, and Lin Zixuan saw the middle-aged woman sitting by the fire collecting firewood, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little moist.

When he was in Sunset Town, his father always kept a straight face and taught him strictly, never asking for warmth, but Jiang Chen's childhood, his parents were considerate of him, and he lived happily and fully, like growing up in a honey pot.

"Mother......

Lin Zixuan was a little choked, only to see the woman get up, her eyes were full of love, she walked over, hugged Lin Zixuan in her arms, and said gently, "What's wrong?" My little Chen, who bullied you? ”

Lin Zixuan's eyes began to redden, he didn't know how long it had been since he heard such words, when he was in Sunset Town, his father would not ask about his life at all, and it was impossible for him to care about him so much.

"The people in the clan are all good to me, but Ah Chen just misses his mother a little." Lin Zixuan calmed down and said slowly.

The woman smiled, and went on busily gathering wood to make a fire, and all the young men of the tribe had gone up to the mountains to hunt, and she was going to make the meal before her man returned.

Lin Zixuan sighed, silently pushed open the door of the house, this state of soul transcendence, he didn't know how long it would last, he was afraid that it would disappear.

A cool breeze blew on his robe, and he felt the aura of this world, and was surprised to find that it was extremely rich, and his perception of the elements was also extremely affinity.

It was quiet all around, only one or two faint hiss could be heard from time to time on the green hills in the distance, the sky was getting darker, there was a faint burning sound in the air, some men with torches returned, he looked down with the light, the strong man in animal skin, and the strong man was his father.

Abba is not suitable for cultivation, but he is born with divine powers, and when he was as big as him, he once killed a vicious wolf with one punch.

The man carried back a warthog, which was his trophy, and the man excitedly slaughtered and divided the meat, and stored most of the divided, while he stewed the rest.

It's been a long time since I've been together like this to get together to eat, this meal, Lin Zixuan has eaten the longest and eaten the most, Abba patted him on the shoulder happily, and said with a smile: "Little Achen's meal has increased, and he has to grow up, remember, boys must be tough, otherwise they will be easy to be bullied." ”

Lin Zixuan also smiled, smiling exceptionally brightly, he felt a strong sense of belonging in the tribe.

Time flickered, and it was late at night, Lin Zixuan, who was sleeping on the bamboo mat, heard the sound of the Qiang flute, which was very sad, as if he was remembering the deceased, which made people sad and sad.

That night, he did not sleep, he traveled to any corner of the tribe, feeling the customs and habits that belonged to the astrological clan.

Soon, another seven days passed, and during this time, he didn't go to Yun'er, but just stabilized his cultivation, and if he converted it into the strength here, he should belong to a magister.

"Jiang Chen, I heard from the people in the clan, you went to the Alchemy Tribe a few days ago, did you find a powerful weapon?" When the clansmen chanted in unison, a simple voice came from Lin Zixuan's side.

It was a young man about the same size as him, with rough skin and an exceptionally strong body, not only a head taller than Lin Zixuan, but also a whole circle older than him.

His name is Latie, he is Jiang Chen's childhood friend, he doesn't like astrology, especially weapons and armor.

"An iron sword, only a dozen times exercised, not bad."

The young man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stepped forward to take the weapon and wiped it carefully, unable to put it down.

"Oh, this is the Buxing gossip I promised you, for it, I tried my best to grind hard with my Abba, and I asked for it, after reading it, I must remember to return me, otherwise Abba will have to beat me to death."

Lin Zixuan smiled, he knew that this partner would definitely not break his word, this astral book would be the first step in his rise in this world.