ps: It's just the beginning of a new book, a trial reading of a new book. The new book is still being revised, and the final version has not yet been determined.

Nine heavens, the extreme of the sky, each heavy is guarded by a supreme powerhouse, each heavy is vast and boundless, it is a big world, and each heavy heaven must have the corresponding strength to enter.

Ninefold Tianque, one heavy and one level, the strength realm determines the qualification, and legend, above the ninefold Tianque, there is also a heavy, but no one has ever seen it, and no one has ever reached such a qualification.

The first weight of the Nine Heavenly Que!

Within a large forest, an ancient forest that has existed for 10,000 years, the scope of which is measured in 10,000 miles.

Somewhere in the middle of the Oomori, there is a seemingly isolated mountain village, and when you look out of the village, you can see a vigilant and reckless man patrolling the surroundings, which clearly confirms that this is not as isolated as everyone thinks.

The mountain village is backed by the ancient mountain, the ancient mountain is as high as a thousand zhang, the mountain is continuous, it seems to cut off the back road of the mountain village, but it is surrounded by mountains on three sides, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it is an excellent place to defend strictly.

The ancient mountain shade forest is low, the line of sight is wide, and huge bluestones can be seen everywhere, because of the lack of food, the environment is harsh, and there are few wild beasts.

At this time, on the ancient mountainside, a group of children about eight or nine years old were jumping scattered in the forest, laughing and laughing, so unhappy, and there was no tension in the group of reckless men on the outskirts of the mountain village.

On a barren ground, a tombstone stands on the ground, and in front of the tombstone, a figure kneels on the ground, and this kneeling is three years.

Quack!quack!quack!!

A series of cries were intertwined in the sky above the tombstones.

In the sky, a dark cloud drifted in from afar, quickly obscuring the sunlight from the sky, as if it did not want other creatures to bathe in the soft sunlight. With a gust of wind blowing between heaven and earth, followed by lightning and thunder, it actually rained heavily.

"Mother, it's been three years, and this kneeling is three years!" In front of the tombstone, the young man did not get up at all because of the rainstorm.

"Today, it is the last day, tomorrow I will leave, I will take our village, go farther and stronger. The boy's voice was crisp, and the sound of the rainstorm could not stop him in the slightest.

"I haven't moved for three years, I haven't gotten up, and I've never argued and killed, you let me sharpen my murderous nature, I'm afraid that I'll fall into the devil, you don't tell the reason, you don't want me to enter your strife, but, how can you forget the love of flesh and blood!"

"Others bully me, I endure, others insult me, I endure, but three years have passed, I can't bear it anymore. With that, his figure was drowned in the torrential rain.

One night of rain, one night of silence.

Omori, outside Mojia Village.

In the early morning, the sky was just bright, after a night of heavy rain, the air was exceptionally fresh, the sun shone on the face, warm, on the road of Tianfeng City, a figure slowly walked on the road.

He is thin and delicate in coarse linen, but his eyes are deep, and he seems to have experienced too many people or things, giving people a feeling of vicissitudes of personnel.

In the early morning, many young people in Mojia Village have already begun to be busy, and they are all looking at the figure in front of them from time to time on the road.

"Zhou Yi, it's him, he's up!" Some young people recognized the figure on the road, and exclaimed, and suddenly the road was full of exclamations.

Three years ago, Zhou Yi was thunderous in the entire Mojia Village, once in a thousand years, not out in a hundred years, countless young generations of warriors were overwhelmed by him, and at the same time, when Zhou Yi was at his most beautiful, Zhou Yi's father returned from afar and was seriously injured, his mother died inexplicably, and Zhou Yi also didn't know what the reason, a kneeling was three years.

No one knows what happened, and no one knows what happened, maybe Zhou Yi's father knew, or maybe Zhou Yi also knew, and there were still people who wanted to ask at the beginning of the period, but Zhou Yi's father Zhou Zhi was silent and guarded Mojia Village, and Zhou Yi knelt for three years and gradually faded out of people's sight.

"Zhou Yi, you ......" A teenager squeezed out of the crowd, saw Zhou Yi, and hurriedly greeted him.

It's a pity that Zhou Yi didn't pay attention to the man's greeting at all, walked straight ahead, staggered by, and went around directly.

"Boy, what are you talking to a fool, it's been three years, and he is finally willing to give up!" The man in black directly pulled the man who spoke just now.

"I don't know why this kid killed his mother, his father returned from afar, and he can only guard in a place like Mojia Village, and he is a disaster star, three years ago, he offended countless martial artists, and now he is up, even if he is a genius, he has been delayed for so long, and he is a waste!"

"This big brother, what happened to Yi this week, where is he going?" the young man wondered.

"Who knows? It seems that it should be his former residence, his father is drunk and unconscious all day, and this Mojia village will be swallowed up by other villages sooner or later?" said the young man with a smile on his face.

Mojia Village is located in the Great Forest, and within the Great Forest, there are countless villages, they compete with each other, for resources, for survival, the village is also a common occurrence.

"Wait, although Yi is back this week, his strength is not there, and it's pitiful!!"

Zhou Yi walked straight ahead, the young man was right, he was indeed walking towards his former residence, no matter how far Mojia Village had fallen in the past three years, from today onwards, he would lead the village further.

Whether it is out of his commitment to his father or the memory of his mother, he will do his best to protect his village. Because that's his home, his roots.

In the past three years, his father often visited him at the grave, but at that time he didn't care at all, flesh and blood, three years, and he was only left with his father.

"Father, I'm sorry!" the corners of Zhou Yi's mouth were slightly dry, and this sentence came out of his mouth, looking so weak and unbearable.

Three years, I have indeed knelt for three years, and the martial arts are wasted, ridiculous!

In the past three years, his martial arts have never been wasted, and although his realm has never increased, in the past three years, his soul power has increased several times in this situation.

The martial arts realm is divided into acquired and congenital, acquired fourfold, one heavy and one pass, skin refining, bone forging, rigidity and softness, yin and yang, as for the innate realm, what can be achieved is the patriarch or elder in each village.

Three years ago, Zhou Yi was ten years old, and he was already in the realm of forging bones, beating the martial artists of his generation, and three years later, his realm had not increased at all, and he was still in the realm of forging bones.

It's only been three years, and those martial artists who have been surpassed by him have already surpassed him, so in three years, Zhou Yi's figure has long been forgotten by others.

Three years ago, Zhou Yi knelt in front of the tomb, and since then there has been no movement, and the hope known as the rise of Mojia Village no longer exists, and Zhou Yi's father has never asked Mojia Village, so many tribesmen's warriors value the opportunity to snatch the resources of Mojia Village, and they have been harassing Zhou Yi for three years, beating Zhou Yi, and even inviting people to insult Zhou Yi.

Most of Zhou Yi's reputation in the surrounding villages was instigated by the nearby villages, killing his parents and bringing disaster to the world.

Walking on the road, because of the strength of the soul power, those people's words can be heard clearly, and Zhou Yi doesn't care about this at all.

A group of civilians, he is just a passer-by here, and when the matter is resolved here, he will leave, but when he leaves, the grudges of the past three years will be cleared.

It's just his father, although his cultivation is lost, it may be enough to protect Mojia Village, but why don't he protect it, but he doesn't care.

Zhou Yi didn't know, he knew his father's character, maybe there were unspeakable things!

However, since he has returned, since his father does not do this kind of thing, then he can only do it himself. I believe that the news of my return will be passed on soon, and at that time, it will be the time for me to appear.

Now, he still went to his father, he wanted to ask what happened three years ago, why his father made him kneel in front of his mother's grave for three years.

Half an hour later, outside the mansion of the head of Mojia Village, it used to be his home, but now, it is not human.

Home is still home, but it's not the home it was three years ago.

Zhou Yi's face was calm, he looked at the willow tree in front of the door, and shook his head.

It was planted with his parents when he was five years old, and nearly ten years have passed, and the willow tree has grown into a big tree, but he is not happy at all.

Looking at the sun gradually sinking in the west, Zhou Yi's mind involuntarily recalled the emaciated figure.

Although the figure is emaciated, it is very tenacious and resolute, and the most unforgettable thing is that the eyes reveal a trace of hope, and that flame can penetrate the endless void, which is the expectation and wish for a better future.

Every time he came to his mother's grave, the thin figure did not speak, but always stayed with him for an hour or two before leaving.

Speechless and silent, but it was such a companionship that allowed Zhou Yi to spend three years and three years without the slightest sense of humanity.

That's what he owes him, but he can't help it, he can't keep the tomb for three years, and he doesn't want to ask anything at that time.

Whether it was disheartened or later habits, he stood beside Zhou Yi wordlessly.