Star Continent, Hongdu Empire, a small town in Renault City, called Mijia Town, most of the people here grow some grain and vegetables and sell them to Renault City, so the people living here can be regarded as living and working in peace and contentment.

It is said to be a small town, but there are four or five hundred thousand people here, just because of the beautiful mountain scenery and rich products, the key is that there is an ancient clan in Mijia Town, which is popular.

Fengxingzong belonged to one of the eight major clans in the Hongdu Empire a hundred years ago, and it was once glorious, but it gradually declined in the future, and it was only necessary to take the people of the clan back to the original clan birthplace - Mijia Town.

At this time, the sky had just broken down, and on the blue mountains in the distance, there was just a touch of redness, dotted with stars, and the surrounding water mist was shrouded in silence.

On a mountain peak not far away, a thin figure gradually appeared in the mist, he looked ordinary, one person tall, with long rich hair swinging unfettered on his shoulders, especially his eyes like the sea, incomparably deep, and seemed to have a breathtaking charm.

His name is Feng Yang, he is just fifteen years old this year, looking at his clothes, you know that he is a person in the Fengxing Sect, at this time, he is carrying a load of firewood on his shoulders, and he still has a slender leaf in his mouth, humming a small song, and leisurely rushing down the mountain.

After a while, the courtyard of the popular sect full of ancient flavor appeared in front of Feng Yang, this courtyard is very large, at least the largest courtyard in Mijia Town, there are thousands of people living in the sect, usually the disciples in the sect practice martial arts or something, and the place in the sect is quite enough.

It was early in the morning, and at this time, there were already two sect disciples standing guard on the gate, and when they saw the wind coming from a distance, they cast a disdainful look in their eyes.

"I didn't expect that this waste is quite diligent, and he gets up before dawn every day, but it's a pity."

"It's a pity that it's a waste who can't cultivate, even if he is diligent, it's useless, you look at his arrogant appearance, he lives quite nourishing every day, if I did, I would have committed suicide a long time ago. ”

The two didn't pay attention to Feng Yang at all, and talked to themselves at the door, looking at Feng Yang holding a leaf in his mouth, very leisurely, and the two of them were a little angry for some reason.

Feng Yang carried the firewood, and walked into the sect with the same face, he didn't know how many times he had heard such a mockery since he was a child, and he had long been accustomed to it, after watching Feng Yang swagger in, the two guards at the door began to mumble again:

"Isn't it the nephew of the sect master, the sect master uses high-priced fairy spirit grass to warm his veins every day, I don't know how much money it cost our clan, but he is good, his body is like a bottomless pit, he has not shown signs of improvement for so many years, it is a waste!"

The two guards gritted their teeth when they mentioned Feng Yang, not only the two of them, but most of the people in the clan were almost like this, they were dissatisfied with the sect master's cost of Feng Yang, but they didn't say anything, and they were talking about it in private.

Feng Yang went to the kitchen, spread out the firewood he had picked up in turn, and then went in to boil the water, so that his morning task was done.

Feng Yang knew that he was a burden in the clan, and his uncle didn't know how much gossip he caused in order to heal his broken meridians, he couldn't eat idle food in the sect, he always had to find something to do, and at his request, his uncle promised him to let him do some chores.

Because Feng Yang can't cultivate, in this world where the strong are respected, he is naturally discriminated against everywhere, but the main thing is Feng Yang's character, he is naturally arrogant and uninhibited, others don't care about him, and he never cares about others, so in this way, he has few friends.

After Feng Yang finished his work, he took out a string of ordinary but very quaint beads from his arms, which made Feng Yang feel strange that there were only seven beads, which was very different from what he had seen before.

This is what Feng Yang picked up when he was chopping wood on the mountain today, and it looks quite unusual, so Feng Yang took it back, played with it for a while, probably tired, Feng Yang put it in his pocket, and went back to the room to rest.

"Yang'er" Feng Yang was just about to turn around, when a loud voice came from behind him, stopping him.

"Uncle" Feng Yang nodded respectfully at his uncle, and it could be seen that Feng Yang had a lot of respect for the middle-aged man in front of him, that is, Feng Jixing, the current sect leader of the Fengxing Sect.

Feng Jixing looked at Feng Yang with a loving face, and saw that his nephew was sweaty, and his body was wet with morning dew, which made his heart sour, this child really suffered a lot since he was a child, when he was very young, he had no parental care, and his congenital meridians were damaged and he couldn't cultivate, as if this child was born and had to go through the tribulations of the world.

The only thing that makes Feng Jixing feel relieved is that Feng Yang has been very smart and sensible since he was a child, but he has a strange temperament, and what he thinks often makes him unpredictable, if Yang'er's meridians are intact, then there will definitely be hope for the revival of Feng Xingzong.

As soon as he thought of this, Feng Jixing felt ashamed of his eldest brother and father for doing wrong, should he be punished for his son.

Feng Jixing raised his head, patted Feng Yang's shoulder, and said, "Yang'er is tired, don't work so hard in the future, you should have a good rest now, don't worry, uncle will definitely find a way to heal you." ”

After Feng Jixing finished speaking, he took out a fairy grass from his arms, this is the fairy spirit grass, as soon as he took it out, even if he didn't have spiritual power, Feng Yang could feel the surging spiritual power on it, almost every month, my uncle would spend a high price to buy this rare fairy spirit grass from outside to warm the meridians for himself.

Uncle is really meticulous about himself, and Feng Yang kept this in mind early on, probably because Feng Yang has always been looked down upon, so Feng Yang cherishes those who are good to him.

"Uncle, I can't ask for it anymore, you know, for so many years, this fairy spirit grass has cost me how much money in the clan, and it is useless to use it on me, I don't want to" Feng Yang felt that even if he used up the world's elixir, it would be impossible to cure his meridians, and he was already disheartened, and he would rather be willing to be a waste himself, rather than dragging down his uncle and the clan.

Without waiting for Feng Yang to finish speaking, Feng Jixing stuffed the fairy spirit grass into Feng Yang's hand, "Uncle will give it to you, you can take it, don't have any scruples, so many years have passed, and it may not be possible to say that it will be two years away, in short, you can't give up all your efforts!"

After Feng Jixing finished speaking, he patted Feng Yang's shoulder heavily, and then left with his hands behind his back, looking at his uncle's distant back, Feng Yang realized that his responsibility seemed to be very heavy!

Unconsciously, a crystal tear fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust