Heaven has heavenly law, and demons have demons.

The demons have special respect for the forbidden place where their leader has passed away, and they will not bother.

So from beginning to end, within a radius of hundreds of miles from the Hate Mountain, he has never been disturbed by the demons.

Therefore, it was also an important part of the Terran exile gathering.

Around Lihe Mountain, there are many sects of martial arts of the human race, none of which are very large, and their role is probably similar to that of the previous cultivation academy, which is a place for children to learn martial arts and other knowledge.

At the foot of the mountain, which is closest to the center of Lihate Mountain, there is an ancient sect called the Cangyun Sect.

The Cangyun faction is one of the more different factions among the many sects, because the Cangyun faction existed under the mountain of hatred long before the battle between the Haotian God Emperor and the Demon Venerable Seven Nights, it can be said that it is a witness to the shocking battle, and it is also a witness to the moment when the human race is declining.

Similarly, it is also a relatively good choice for those who are committed to practicing martial arts.

The fog and wind in the early morning were slightly cool, and in the open space outside a small pavilion in the middle of the Cangyun Sect, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old stumbling girl was carrying a light sword, seriously practicing swordsmanship in the open space outside the pavilion.

The girl looks like a beautiful butterfly flying in the wind, with a perfect body, agile and elegant, elegant posture, and the exquisite sword flies up and down in her hand, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and retracting freely!

A young man of the same age, holding his chin, lying quietly in the pavilion, looking at the girl who was like a butterfly outside the pavilion, looking at her sassy demeanor, his eyes showed a deep sense of envy, but he seemed to have bursts of sadness, trapped in his eyes, difficult to solve.

The young man's eyes flickered brightly and darkly.

"Luo Lin!"

After the girl practiced her swordsmanship, she enthusiastically came to greet the young Luo Lin.

"Jinlan ......" the young man Luo Lin responded to the girl, but he didn't seem to be very enthusiastic.

"Luo Lin, you don't look very happy, is there something on your mind?" Jinlan asked Luo Lin.

When Luo Lin heard this, he suddenly stood up, with an exaggerated smile on his face, and waved his hands inexplicably.

"I don't have anything on my mind, but I suddenly feel that the gap between me and you is getting bigger and bigger...... Haha, this feeling is wonderful! Of course, I'm so happy for you!" Luo Lin said with a smile.

Jin Lan looked at Luo Lin, with a complaint in his eyes, he always likes to hide himself like this.

But looking at his smile, which was both true and false, deliberately and exaggeratedly, she could understand the anguish in his heart for so many years, the pain caused by his inability to practice, and she knew that he had been an aspiring teenager, at a very young age.

Jin Lan suddenly felt a little distressed and said: "Fool, you obviously don't know how to lie, but you love to lie so much!"

"Cut! Even you underestimate me? Lying is my forte, don't believe me to lie to you......" Luo Lin argued.

Most of the disciples on the mountain of the Cangyun Sect are children sent by their parents under the mountain, allowing them to practice, learn and grow here, but Jinlan and Luo Lin were picked up and adopted by the master in charge.

It's just that Luo Lin was on Lihate Mountain when he was a child, and Jinlan only came to the mountain when she was five years old, because the children on the mountain were older than them at that time, and the two quickly got acquainted with each other when they were close in age, and the relationship was getting better and better.

However, when they were eight years old, the head master died, and the two also reached the age of learning martial arts, but it seems that since then, the two seem to have walked on different paths.

At the beginning, the little girl Jinlan, who was always crying and crying, was a rare martial arts genius who had an eighth-level cultivation root and a good talent that shook the entire sect, and Luo Lin turned out to be a waste wood that didn't have a half-level cultivation root.

In the Xuanhuang Continent, most people have cultivation roots, but there are more or less, and there is no trace of cultivation root and bone talent, which is usually even rarer than a tenth-level martial arts genius.

"What can I say, it's not what I want to do. Luo Lin once said this to Jinlan.

Indeed, the root bone talent is innate, it has nothing to do with will and effort, and it is not something that can be made up for by any elixir, and it is inevitable that it will become a waste of firewood, although it is extremely reluctant, but Luo Lin can't help it.

As a waste of firewood, it is normal to be scolded for being waste, but this makes Luo Lin very painful, because in Luo Lin's eyes, waste wood and waste are completely different concepts, he can allow others to say that he is waste, but he does not allow others to scold him for waste.

However, all this is Luo Lin's own will, and it has nothing to do with others, waste wood and waste, they usually call it whatever they like.

At first, if someone said that he was a waste, Luo Lin would argue with him to the death, and even in one dispute, Luo Lin was pushed off the cliff by mistake and seriously injured, his sharp temperament changed greatly, becoming gentle and forbearing, and he no longer argued with others at all.

In the eyes of others, the reason must be that Luo Lin has become timid and scared after experiencing the rest of his life, but in fact, Luo Lin, who once had a sharp personality, has died after falling off the cliff, but now Luo Lin's body is a soul summoned by a long time and space tunnel, and the place where he lived is a blue planet connected by seven continents, where it is highly civilized and technologically advanced, and it is completely different from the desolate world here.

The newborn Luo Lin knows that disputes cannot change the established facts, and more importantly, up and down the mountain gate, all the brothers and sisters have practiced in their bodies, and when they argue, he can't even reach the size of a finger of others, so it is better to become smarter and give up those meaningless disputes, so as not to die innocently again in this world.

In Luo Lin's memory in the previous life, he was bullied by the junior brothers and sisters who had just gone up the mountain too many times, and he was beaten so that he couldn't get up on the ground with a blue nose and swollen face, how many times did he bother to think about it.

So, up to now, simply numb, self-admitted, waste wood is waste wood, waste is waste!

Fall was not my choice, but I didn't have a choice.

The Xuanhuang Continent, the realm of human martial arts, is divided into four Yuan realms: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang, and each Yuan Realm is divided into four small realms, lower, middle, upper, and full.

Completely different from Luo Lin is Jinlan, since she practiced at the age of eight, and now at the age of sixteen, she has already crossed the Huangyuan Manchu Realm and reached the martial arts level of the Xuanyuan Lower Realm, and the cultivation speed of crossing the Huangyuan Realm in six years can only be done by a genius like her, and now she is constantly sprinting to the Xuanyuan Middle Realm.

Jinlan is not only highly talented in cultivation, but also intelligent, and is the most beautiful girl among the many sisters in the mountains, and is the treasure and darling in the eyes of the brothers and uncles of the sect, and is carefully taught and cared for.

But it must not be denied that Jinlan is a hard-working girl, her achievements are inseparable from her sweat and dedication, compared with Luo Lin, who lives in a bad life, it can be described as a cloud of mud.

Jin Lan has long been one of the most important inner disciples of the Cangyun Sect, and Luo Lin has always been a boarding disciple of the Cangyun Sect, mixed in the miscellaneous courtyard, other disciples read and write and practice every day, and Lin Xiao burns firewood and chops wood every day.

Even if he is in the miscellaneous service courtyard, Luo Lin is also the most unworthy one, because many senior brothers in the miscellaneous service courtyard are also cultivators, and if they have nothing to do, they have to teach him a lesson, so as to brush off their equally pitiful sense of existence.

In short, in the Cangyun Sect, Luo Lin has reached the point where he can no longer be bromine, if he were someone else, he may have chosen to be reincarnated a long time ago. Fortunately, Luo Lin's heart is strong enough, he has died once, and he no longer wants to die easily, so it is better to die than to live, which is already one of the firmest creeds in his life!

Many people persuaded Jinlan to keep her away from Luo Lin, because often associating with an unsuccessful person like Luo Lin would bring her badly, or lower her status as a genius with an eighth-level root bone talent, and Luo Lin also thought that Jinlan would also alienate him, but this worry has always been just a worry, just a hypothesis that exists in theory, and has never become a reality.

Jinlan only took those words that persuaded her to stay away from Luo Lin as a deaf ear, never looked down on Luo Lin at all, never estranged half a point, cared for and took care of Luo Lin as always, and the relationship between the two became closer.

Jinlan refused to stay away from Luo Lin, in the eyes of others, she was benevolent and humble, which attracted the envy of most of her brothers and sisters, and Luo Lin's refusal to leave Jinlan was selfishness and self-interest in the eyes of others, which attracted the dissatisfaction and anger of all her brothers and sisters!

After the death of the head master, Luo Lin's life in the Cangyun Sect was not very easy, and it was even more difficult under the eager "care" of the senior brothers.

"Luo Lin, I have never underestimated you, no matter what happens, I will never leave you, this is my guarantee!"

Jinlan looked at Luo Lin in front of her, and could see that the indifference in his eyes couldn't be pretended to be indifferent, the young man's heart was actually stubborn, and he was serious and strong that no one knew.

Luo Lin laughed fiercely: "You Nizi, why did you suddenly come up with such a brainless sentence?

"You know what I'm talking about, it's not brainless words, I'm serious!" Jinlan said solemnly.

"Okay, early in the morning, I didn't come to you to play...... Oh, my clothes are torn, I'm looking for you to borrow a needle and thread, and I'll go to the miscellaneous yard to chop wood later!"

Luo Lin grabbed the side of his clothes, which was torn with huge gaps, baring his white teeth, and a heartless smile appeared on his face.

"It's torn, and they're bullying you again?"

"No, I accidentally paddled it! You know, I have a lot of work every day, it's inevitable, hehe!"

Jinlan sighed, knowing that she couldn't ask anything from him at all, so she lowered her head and took out the needle and thread from the small embroidery bag she was carrying, "Take off your clothes, I'll help you sew!"

"Uh...... Don't think you're better at sewing clothes than me, you always look down on me!"

Luo Lin reached out to get the needle and thread, but Jinlan took the needle and thread away: "I'm afraid that you will spoil my needle and thread, take off your clothes quickly!"

Maybe it was Jinlan's action of taking away the needle and thread that made Luo Lin a little dissatisfied for a moment, and his voice suddenly raised and shouted: "Don't always order me, my genius! I'm just looking for you to borrow needle and thread!"

When Jinlan heard this, she was suddenly a little stunned, she didn't know why Luo Lin was suddenly so angry.

Luo Lin also realized in an instant that he was too much, and he didn't dare to speak even louder to others, but he came here to lose his temper at Jinlan, what a calf.

Luo Lin lowered his head and lowered his voice, apologetically, "I can sew it myself!"

"Shut up!"

Jin Lan stopped talking, and suddenly pressed Luo Lin to the stone bench and sat down, Luo Lin thought that Jin Lan was going to beat him, but she took a needle and thread, folded the tear on Luo Lin's clothes, squatted down and began to sew up.