When I opened my eyes, it was already noon, and the harsh sunlight was shining through the crack in the door, slanting in, and casting on the slightly damp ground, intertwined light and dark. I didn't hesitate to get up and sit up, feeling a little lonely, touching my head that was still a little confused, and I was stunned.

Weixue and her mother don't know where they have gone, so there must be something important delayed. The already remote courtyard, with two less masters, is even more secluded, and the wind blows through the treetops, bringing a rustling sound.

A low well was drilled in the courtyard, which also has a history of nearly ten years, and is now covered with turquoise moss, oily and slippery, layer by layer, down the wellhead, leading to the deepest part.

Except for the well, as far as the eye could see, two trees, a well, two wooden houses of similar size, and a few unknown small grasses drooping their heads, withered and yellow, listless.

I didn't hesitate to make my bed a little, I got out of bed, opened the doors and windows, and the sunlight rushed in and lit up the house. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, and the only bit of tiredness and confusion was swept away.

Walking out of the yard, I inevitably came to the house of the servant of the Jun family, which is also a house made of all the same color wooden boards, but there are large and small, but it is basically in good condition, and there is generally no leakage. After all, the treatment of the Jun family is still very good, and among the various Hou Mansion generals in the royal city, the reputation of the Jun family is second to none among the servants. Therefore, generally people like to come to the king's mansion to get a better job.

It turns out that my status is not as good as that of a subordinate...... He didn't hesitate to laugh at himself, didn't say much, and walked straight by.

It's late autumn, and it's rare to see such good weather. The noon sun is scorching, but it is not very powerful, like a kind old man, kindly pouring his light on the pedestrians, shining warmly.

Junfu used to be very busy, even on free days, you can often see one or two people walking around, but today there is no one, and it took a long time to see an old man sweeping the floor falling under a big tree and sleeping soundly.

I didn't regret that I would naturally not bother boringly, so I walked out by myself, crossed through the back door of the Junfu, and went out a few more roads to the bustling streets of Wangcheng.

In the past, this place must have been full of traffic, with vendors from all over the ancient country setting up stalls along the streets, and the cries of selling were endless. But today, the few stalls are deserted, and when the autumn wind blows, there is a bit of depression.

I didn't hesitate to wonder early, where did all this go?

"Ancestor worship!"

Faintly, a thunderous roar came from a distant place, and it was already a little faint here. He didn't hesitate to flash his eyes, and a sudden color appeared on his face. Condensation ceremony, this is forgotten, at this time of year, the world will rush to the altar, pulling their necks to watch. Today is probably no exception, maybe a few so-called geniuses will be born out of nowhere, and in the eyes of those people, they will be robbed and robbed.

I think that back then, he was also like this, he was noticed by thousands of people, and all the heroes competed endlessly, and in the eyes of other children who were afraid and envious and even jealous, he calmly faced the gods.

But now, talent is sealed, the glory of the gods is gone, and they lose their potential, and they are ruthlessly abandoned, neglected, and suppressed......

What do you want to think about anymore? It is useless to talk too much, the past is like smoke, let it disperse with the wind, too deep nostalgia is a kind of fetters, staying in the past, will only make your heart hurt more.

My heart is already scarred, the past is like smoke, my heart is lost in the sun, why be nostalgic, go out, go out......

Success is also a god's favor, and defeat is also a god's favor.

Unfortunately, his expression did not change, he stood in place and continued to walk slowly.

Target: Altar.

Above the altar, eighteen balls of light rotated dripping and slipping, and each sat in a circle, struggling to comprehend the mysterious pattern of the Heavenly Pillar and explore its own potential.

Suddenly, a white light flashed, and a white-haired white-haired white-veined tiger walked out of the void, slowly condensed, and roared at the crowd, and the rich tiger power erupted out, filling the sky.

Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest!

"White Tiger Brand!"

The crowd exclaimed. The brand of the tiger, the brand of the king of beasts! There is the majesty of commanding the world, if it grows up, it will definitely reign on the side!

"That's the child of the old Liu family on the street, he actually has such a talent!"

The crowd was all envious, and an old man quietly tugged at his companion next to him and whispered.

"Isn't it, looking at the kid who is dumbfounded on weekdays, I didn't expect to be able to condense the white tiger brand. ”

The old man's companion is also an old man, but he looks a little thin, and his tone is sour at this time, with a strong color of jealousy.

"Yo, old Xintou, you don't expect that little thing in your house to condense something first-class, it won't be like you, it's a white radish. ”

There was a burst of laughter in the crowd, and I don't know which yin and yang said in a weird way, obviously a little wrong with Lao Xintou, seeing him like this, he couldn't help but sneer.

"It seems that the brand of martial arts also has genetics, right? Hey, it also rubbed the side with the brand of the white tiger, it's all white!"

The laughter of the crowd seemed to make the man a little fluttering, and he continued to shout.

"You! My family's second pillar won't lose to Lao Liu's family! Wait, wait and see!" The old man who was called Lao Xintou was blushing and had a thick neck at this time, I didn't know whether he was ashamed or angry, he left with a word, didn't take a few steps, turned around again, and said fiercely: "Even if my second pillar is a white radish, it is better than your grandson's rice bucket brand!"

The crowd laughed again, and the sneering fellow's face turned pale, and he secretly gritted his teeth and glared in annoyance, wanting to reason with Lao Xintou.

"Hmph!" Old Xin Tou ignored the man's annoyance, and wanted to disdain to argue with this man, so he turned his head and squeezed through the crowd, but his trembling steps still revealed the anger in his heart just now.

"Roar!"

There was another roar, and I saw the tiger standing majestically in the air, as if accepting everyone's worship.

Everyone saw that their hearts were hot, and they unconsciously clenched their fists, and a trace of yearning appeared in their hearts.

On the stands next to the altar, several clan old monsters who had been watching for a long time were shocked, squinted their eyes, and sat up a little straighter secretly, obviously having something in mind.

......

Following the birth of the White Tiger Brand, the enthusiasm of the crowd was even higher, and they all stared at the altar with warm eyes, for fear of missing something wonderful.

Maybe the luck has been used up by the children of the old Liu family, and there have been no particularly distinctive and potential martial arts brands in successive batches, and the best one is only slightly better qualified, condensing the brand of wind. The rest of the children are mediocre.

"Next batch!"

The voice of the priest of the priest rang out, and the children who had just finished their understanding felt a soft force lift them up, and with a shake of their bodies, they got off the altar, their faces as pale as paper, and waited in silence for the next order.

A group of new children entered the altar and sat cross-legged around the ball of light, stretching out their two little hands nervously, and struggled to realize it......