A full moon hung high in the sky, and the night was deep.

Caixia Mountain is surrounded by a blanket of silver, and the mountain road has been covered with thick snow, only to see that there are still some footprints of different shades on it that spread into the distance.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on the snow with a blue and white sheen, and occasionally there were three or two black cries in the mountains and forests.

Amazingly, there was a different scene in a group of mountain peaks, all covered with greenery, and there was no snow on the vegetation, except for a thin mist that spread out from time to time, and the occasional burst of cicadas sounded.

These peaks are lined with pavilions and pavilions, hidden among the green pines and cypresses, and at the foot of the mountain are lush vines and bamboos, dotted between the ponds and water pavilions.

Although it had been night for a long time, there were still several rooms with lights on, and two or three voices were heard from time to time.

Gradually, the lights in these houses went out one after another, but there was still a bamboo house with the lights on, and a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old in front of the window was lying lonely in front of the windowsill, looking out of the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

He was long, not white, not black, not particularly handsome, but with bright eyes and long eyelashes, but comfortable to look at.

Young Ye Ming, a child of an ordinary immortal cultivator family, withdrew his gaze from the window and sighed, looking preoccupied.

For as long as he can remember, as long as he fell asleep, he would enter a dream, and what he saw in the dream made him have an unusual memory in his consciousness.

These memories also set him apart from the other children in the clan. He was precocious, and he was naturally the focus of attention of the family's high-level leaders, and the patriarch personally measured his spirit when he was six years old.

The test results of the Fire Wood Twin Spirit Root made the entire family hierarchy happy. This kind of qualification, as long as it is cultivated well, the family can have one more foundation building monk, and if the path is smooth, it is possible to be promoted to the Purple Mansion Stage or even the Yudan Stage in the future.

Since then, Ye Ming has only spent two years of hard work to lay the foundation for stepping on the immortal path, breaking through the innate realm, being promoted to the first level of qi training, and becoming the fastest clansman to enter the immortal path in the history of the family.

The family has high hopes for Ye Ming, and the older generation of clansmen care for him very much, and they do not hesitate to provide him with all kinds of cultivation resources, only hoping that he can grow up as soon as possible, build a foundation as soon as possible, and feed back to the family.

However, an accident ensued, and when Ye Ming was thirteen years old, he was trapped by the bottleneck of the sixth layer of the Qi cultivation period for nearly a year.

Seeing that the young people of the same age in the clan had cultivated in this year, he was very depressed in his heart, and he felt even more remorseful. Originally, with his spiritual root qualifications, there was no bottleneck before the foundation was built.

However, the culprit that hindered Ye Ming's promotion path started from a purple-gold jade slip given to him by his cultivation ancestor Ye Xiang.

Ever since he had cultivated the secret technique on this jade slip, Ye Ming's mana had begun to stagnate.

Ye Xiang was afraid of Ye Ming's descendant in his mouth, and he was afraid of breaking it in the palm of his hand, and the good things were naturally left to his own great-grandson, but he thought that it would hurt him.

The exercises and secret techniques that can be recorded with jade slips are generally not bad, not to mention that this jade slip is still a secret technique that Ye Xiang obtained from birth and death in an ancient secret realm.

Ye Xiang was able to advance to the Purple Mansion Stage, thanks to the mana purification secret technique recorded on this jade slip, since he had cultivated this secret technique, the accumulation of mana was far better than that of the same level.

It was the characteristics of relying on the purity and longevity of his mana that allowed him to get out of danger several times.

Judging from Ye Xiang's own situation after cultivation, there shouldn't be any problem in cultivating this secret technique, but why can't it work when it comes to his great-grandson?

He was puzzled and never gave up looking for the cause of the problem.

Ye Ming's cultivation is difficult to break through the obstacles, and the hope of the family's take-off has naturally become a mirror, and since then, this matter has also become the ancestor's heart disease.

Also tonight, for the sake of this descendant who is expected to lead the family to take off, the ancestor told his great-grandson for a while, and then left the family mountain gate.

Ye Ming watched the figure of the old ancestor disappear into the distance, and his heart was full of thoughts.

The moon shadow slanted westward, he looked down at the storage bag in his hand, his palm couldn't help but clench tightly, the thought in his heart seemed to be a lot firmer, and the resentment towards the ancestor in his mind gradually dissipated.

He spread out his palms and carefully examined the storage bag his great-grandfather had left for him.

The palm-sized storage bag is light blue as a whole, the mouth of the bag is tightly bundled, and there is a circle of gold silk embroidered spirit leaf pattern on the side.

Injecting a trace of mana, sensing the size of the space inside, his face showed a hint of joy, the storage bag space used by ordinary Qi cultivation monks was only two feet square, and it was very valuable.

The space in this storage bag was enough to use until the foundation building period, and he poured out all the things stored inside.

There are three magic weapons among the items, one of which is a blue light flowing ruler Xu Changfei sword, which is engraved with six layers of formation pattern law forbidden, is a medium-level magic weapon, and the sword body is slender and inscribed with the word Qingfeng.

Ye Ming injected a trace of mana into the Qingfeng Sword, and the flying sword became more than three feet long, and after levitating in mid-air and circling around himself twice, he withdrew that trace of mana.

After the flying sword lost the blessing of its mana, it fell back into his hands.

He stroked the inscription on the sword several times before putting it aside, obviously extremely satisfied with this Qingfeng sword.

The magic weapon that ordinary low-level monks use the most is the low-level magic weapon, and the middle-level magic weapon is more powerful, and the price will be doubled, which is enough to use the early stage of foundation building, which is the benefit of having a background.

The second magic weapon was actually a defensive inner armor made of the leather on the back of a first-order mid-grade rhinoceros demon cow.

Ye Ming picked up the Qingfeng Sword and lightly slashed on it, leaving no traces, he showed a trace of surprise, and sighed that his great-grandfather's skill in refining magic weapons had become more and more sophisticated.

He took off his coat, put on his inner armor and put on his coat, and felt that it was the right size and extremely snug.

The last magic weapon is a small earthy yellow seal, the two dragons play with the beads into a seal button, the overall shape is quite imposing, the hand is heavy, and the seal body is engraved with three ancient characters of the yellow dragon seal.

After injecting mana, the Yellow Dragon Seal was filled with a thick aura, and after playing with it for a while, Ye Ming roughly estimated the amount of mana that drove this Yellow Dragon Seal, and then solemnly put the small seal into the storage bag.

Compared with magic weapons, the pills in the seven or eight jade bottles were much more common, all of them were some to restore mana and heal injuries and detoxify, while there was not a single pill in the category of Guben Peiyuan.

First, this kind of elixir needs to be refined with a year's spirit flower and spirit grass, not to mention the high price, it is usually priceless.

Second, Ye Ming's cultivation has stagnated, and he can't use it now.

Most of the spirit runes are defensive vajra runes, the magic runes used for escape, the flying runes, and the attack type spirit runes are only one fire dragon rune that can threaten the early stage of foundation building.

Ye Ming put the things back into the storage bag, then walked to the bed, lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest, it was difficult to fall asleep for a while, and the thoughts in his mind were mixed, and he didn't fall asleep until the second half of the night.

The warm winter sun dispelled the last trace of fog in the early morning, the sky was as blue as a wash, three or two cloud-winged birds fluttered their wings and rushed out of the mountains and forests, straight into the sky, and the elk wandering in the forest also came out to look for food, and the roars of beasts came from the depths of the mountains and forests.

In Caixia Mountain, the Yejia Mountain Gate gradually became noisy, and the sound of children playing was heard from time to time.

When Ye Ming woke up from his meditation, there was also a sound of brisk footsteps outside the door.

"Seventh brother, hurry up and open the door, if you don't get up again, you'll be late!" A crisp woman's voice came from far and near, and then a "bang" knock was heard.

"It's coming, it's coming." The door creaked open from the outside in.

"The fourth brother and the sixth brother are also here." Ye Ming smiled and looked at the three young men in white robes standing outside the door.

Knocking on the door and calling him was a girl with a beautiful face and a smile like a flower, the eighth generation of the family Xuanzi, named Ye Qian, the thick eyebrows and big eyes on the left side of her, the slightly chubby young man was the sixth brother Xuandong, and the one on the right was a little older and emaciated was the fourth brother Xuanfang.

Because they are close in age to Ye Ming, and they are the same batch of peers who have tested the spiritual root and started to cultivate, in addition to cultivating, they usually spend most of their time studying in the clan middle school, and they naturally play together after class, and after a long time, they become partners who talk about everything.

Along the way, the four of them met some clansmen hurrying by from time to time, and if they were a little familiar, Ye Ming and a few people would say hello, and if they were not familiar, they would also nod their heads, after all, everyone was from the same clan, and maybe one day they would intersect.

When Ye Ming and the four of them arrived at the Bailing Peak Ye Academy, there were no less than forty or fifty people in the hall, some old and some young, the older ones were fifty or sixty years old, and the younger ones were only seven or eight years old.

These people were randomly divided into several piles, or four or five people stood on both sides of the corridor and chatted, or two or three people sat together and whispered, and a few people who did not like the excitement picked some corner positions to meditate and pranayama.

Ye Ming and the four of them stretched the corner of the corridor, came to a young girl, said hello to her, and then moved four futons woven with awakening grass from the nearby position next to the girl, sat down next to her, and then the five of them gathered together and chatted.

This girl is the ninth sister Xuanxue, and she is also one of the childhood sweethearts of the four.

Everyone waited for a moment, and there was a sound of even and neat footsteps outside the hall, and at the same time, there was a heroic laugh of a man.

"So many people look up to me, it seems that I have to come up with a lot of dry goods for today's preaching!" After a few breaths, I saw a middle-aged man with a square face with gray hair walking into the temple gate with a smile. This person is Ye Rui, who is the sixth oldest in the Yuan character ranking, and he is also the teacher of this preaching.

"Uncle Clan is good!"

"Hello Liubo!"

"Hello Sixth Brother!"

The clansmen in the hall stood up straight one after another, bowed their hands, scrambled to greet him, and each returned to his seat to prepare for the lecture.

Ye Yuanrui smiled, returned the salute, and walked straight to the platform at the end of the hall before turning around and pressing his hand to the people below.

The hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at the gray-haired middle-aged man on the platform in front of them.

Ye Yuanrui looked at the audience, looked around roughly, and nodded with satisfaction.

Although he only has the cultivation at the peak of the Qi cultivation period, he has quite a unique insight into the understanding of low-level spells, as long as it is his turn to pass on the teachings, he will never hide his selfishness and do his best, this practice will naturally win everyone's favor and respect for him.

Ye Yuanrui could also see that the enthusiasm in the eyes of the clansmen was a recognition of himself, and he became more and more diligent when teaching.

Seven-day ethnology lectures are a tradition that has continued since the Ye family established the clan, and teaching, teaching and preaching can not only accumulate family contribution points, but also benefit the future generations of the family.

Ye Yuanrui went out to practice ten years ago and was seriously injured, causing his cultivation to stay at the peak of the Qi training period.

Now he can only wait to heal the dark wounds on his body, save enough family contribution points as soon as possible, and then exchange for Zhuji Dan Zhuji.

"Today, we will focus on how monks with different spiritual root attributes can adapt to the fighting method..."Next, the sound of Ye Yuanrui's lecture came from the hall, and there was no murmur.

“…… Those who have a wood spirit root are naturally close to the wood attribute spiritual power, and they are both wood attribute spirit roots, and their qualifications are also different, for example, the speed of the three spirit root qualification cultivators' fighting method to absorb the external wood spirit power is much faster than that of the four spirit roots, but the speed of the two themselves is basically not much different from the true element of the wood attribute mana...... Of course, those with wood attribute spirit roots have a natural advantage over other attribute spirit roots in the land where grass and trees are flourishing...... Spiritual roots and qualifications are inherently destined, but I have also heard people say when I travel that these two are not immutable, that is true and that is false, there is no way to study, I hope that all of you here will be successful in cultivation, find the truth, and solve my doubts, and it can be regarded as living up to my preaching this time......"

“…… Fighting with people is extremely dangerous, when fighting, all kinds of spells and spells caused by the vision must be carefully paid attention to, and at the same time, you can also use some natural phenomena such as weather, terrain, light, smoke and dust to create favorable conditions for yourself...... In short, all the opportunities that can be grasped are fleeting, and if you are not careful, you will die. ”

"Of course, it is not true that if you have deep power, you will definitely be able to have the last laugh, but in fact, there are not many examples of the weak defeating the strong, if the mana is not as deep as the other party, in the case of a small gap in the realm, the proficiency of the spell is quite important...... And the gap in the great realm can be made up by non-magic and fighting experience, which must be kept in mind......"

"I remember ten years ago, in order to complete a family mission, I met a gangster in the foundation building period,...... Everyone can also see my gray hair, this is the bloody lesson, the realm is the fundamental! Ye Yuanrui went from shallow to deep, and told the story, every time he talked about the thrilling place, the crowd below did not forget to make a sound.

"The sixth brother can actually deal with the masters of the foundation building period, and he can escape smoothly!"

"Uncle Clan is amazing! No wonder you have so much experience in fighting. ”

……

There was a commotion in the audience, and he sighed that Ye Yuanrui's life was really wonderful, and it was not easy, the qualifications of the four spirit roots and the perseverance were amazing, and he had cultivated to the peak realm of the ninth layer of the Qi cultivation period.

The preaching began at the hour of the hour and did not end at noon.

In the afternoon, when it was the turn of the clansmen to ask questions, Ye Yuanrui would answer all the questions, and some of the clansmen who were at the highest level of Qi cultivation would also help answer questions.

At the end of the day, everyone had their own gains, and some people hurried away, apparently to go back and understand today's harvest; Some of them bowed their heads and recalled what they had said today, and confirmed them with the problems they had encountered in their past cultivation.

After Ye Ming said goodbye to Xuan Qian and the others, he did not leave, but sat quietly near the exit of the main hall.