It's night.

The moon is as cold as frost!

In the vast land, a broken sword was stuck diagonally into the ground, and the tip of the broken sword shone in the moonlight.

Next to the broken sword, a handsome young man in white clothes sat on the ground with blood stained, and in his arms was a woman dressed in a dark robe with a peerless face.

It's a pity that although the beauty is beautiful, her face is as pale as paper, her body is covered with dense narrow sword wounds, her torn skin is oozing warm blood, and her eyes as bright as stars are gradually losing their brilliance.

"Senior brother, don't make a mistake again and again!"

"Senior sister, keep your true qi, don't speak, I'll take you back to heal!"

The woman chuckled and shook her head: "It's too late, the heart is broken, there is no way to return to the sky, the immeasurable calamity has reached the chaos of the nine days, the heaven and the earth are reincarnated by yin and yang, and the nine heavens demon is moving and falling into the red ......dust."

"The sword is made of iron, it is psychic because of its grasping, it is moved by its heart, it is alive because of blood, and it dies because of non-thought...... When the sword points to the sky and cracks, and the sword roars and is invincible, ......"

"Senior brother, I can't accompany you on your way......"

After the woman finished speaking hurriedly, her warm eyes looked at the young man's face, and her jade hand gently wiped the blood on his face, and the endless tenderness became fading and fading in the moonlight, and finally it was completely dimmed.

Feeling the temperature gradually draining in his arms, the young man's face was joyless and sad, and his blood-stained lips gently touched the beauty's already blood-stained lips.

"With my true blood, painting the ground as a prisoner, hating nameless, happy for no reason, locking my heart and breaking my thoughts, three lives are one!"

The young man had words in his mouth, and the scarlet blood soaked the ground along the corners of his clothes, forming a blood-colored circle, and as his last word fell, the blood rose to the sky, and then gradually disappeared along with the young man.

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Xuantian Heaven and Earth Realm.

On top of a big tree in Jiangfu, a young man about ten years old was lying leisurely on the branch.

The young man's name is Jiang Daoli, the son of the Jiang family, the young master, the future heir of the family, a series of halo blessings, but he is destined to be dazzling, but he is a waste man with no cultivation qualifications.

The bright sunlight was divided by the dense foliage, and sprinkled on Jiang Daoli's face like broken gold, and the occasional sunlight that swept his eyes made him have to squint his eyes halfway.

His eyes were full of depth that did not match his age.

"There are three days left to reach the ninth year, and there should be movement in the Three Lives Sutra."

As he spoke, the young man reached out and touched the air, muttering, "Senior sister, you should be as old as me, wait for me, and you will see you again soon." ”

Thinking back to the beginning, the immeasurable catastrophe came to the world, the sky set up a situation, and Jiang Daoli, who was powerless, had to scatter his cultivation and reincarnate with his sister's soul.

Now, the memory is returned, just wait for the three life phantoms to return to one, and then start reincarnation!

"Young master, help~"

While pondering, he suddenly heard an earth-shattering scream, Jiang Daoli frowned slightly between his eyebrows, and ignored it.

It's just a joke between children.

"Young Master ......"

The scream sounded again, Jiang Daoli turned over and sat up, shook his head helplessly, tapped the tree trunk with his toes, and the whole person was like an arrow from the string rushing out of the dense leaves and sweeping away into the distance.

The body was like a tree without roots in the air, and there was no way to borrow strength, and seeing that it was about to be exhausted, Jiang Dao was far from controlling the canopy of the tree not far below, and his toes paused on the leaves like feathers.

I saw that the leaves bent slightly, and then flicked slightly, and the body swept out again, and so on several times before it landed in a courtyard.

At such a young age, it is amazing to have such amazing control over the body.

Looking around, there were five teenagers of his own age in the courtyard, and among them, there was a little fat man with a thick body, and the previous scream was made by him, but his blue nose and swollen face were really laughing.

Seeing Jiang Daoli, the five of them all leaned over: "The young master's light skills have improved again!"

Jiang Daoli shook his head: "Without cultivation, no matter how high the light skill is, it is useless, it can only be regarded as a side door."

"What's going on with this guy? How does it look like this? ”

"I was arrested by a few boys from the Li family, and the fat man was not angry, and when the four of us arrived, they had slipped away with oil on the soles of their feet."

Among the five people, one of the skinny teenagers said with a wry smile.

This son's name is Jiang Shengsi, the little fat man who was beaten is called Jiang Shengfeng, and the other three are Jiang Shengyuan, Jiang Shengjie, and Jiang Shengli, who are Jiang Daoli's playmates since childhood, and they are also the guys who are willing to look forward to him in his heart.

Jiang Daoli glanced at the little fat man, and said angrily: "I'm embarrassed to be home, I'm embarrassed to call for help, and you're not ashamed?"

Jiang Shengfeng had a bitter face, because his face was swollen, and his words were a little vague: "I didn't embarrass the young master, Li Xiao's kid is much worse than me."

Shaking his head with a smile, Jiang Daoli groaned for a moment and spoke: "Let's go down to recuperate first, this look, how can you go out with me in three days?"

The little fat man grinned and limped away with the help of the other four.

Alas~

Sighing helplessly, Jiang Daoli was a little speechless, how did he become the child king?

Calculate the time, it's time for her mother, who picked up nothing, to come and see herself.

Thinking of this, Jiang Daoli glanced at the slanting sun on the horizon, and the afterglow dyed the clouds in the sky red.

A little farther away, a graceful and luxurious, dignified figure gradually became clear, and it didn't take long to come to the front.

It's a beautiful woman who is somewhat similar to Jiang Dao's eyebrows.

Jiang Yao!

The head of the Jiang family, Jiang Daoli's biological mother, but he has never called Jiang Yao even a mother.

Seeing Jiang Yao, Jiang Daoli didn't speak, but just glanced at her lightly and shifted his gaze.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Jiang Yaofeng's eyes were full of deep helplessness.

Everyone has something to look forward to but can't get, or fame, or profit, for Jiang Yao, what she wants is just a title that ordinary people may have been impatient with for a long time.

After being silent for a long time, Jiang Yao took the lead in speaking: "Three days will be your birthday, whether you want to call me or not, I will always be your mother, what you want, you can rest assured that you can talk to me."

Her tone was lonely, her own flesh and blood were like strangers to herself, and this feeling really made her uncomfortable.

"Cultivation room, three hours is enough!"

"Okay."

After saying three sentences, Jiang Daoli turned around and walked into the room, leaving Jiang Yao in place with a bitter smile and sigh.

In the past nine years, the mother and son have said no more than fifty words, except for the cultivation room, Jiang Daoli never talks to Jiang Yao, nor does he take the initiative to see her, and when they meet occasionally, they also pass by, and they are strangers more than strangers.

For all this, Jiang Yao still didn't understand the reason.

After standing in the courtyard for a while, Jiang Yao finally left, Jiang Daoli looked at her departing back, his eyes full of apologies.

He is a person who has been reborn by borrowing, and now this body, although the body is the same, the heart is different, and the word mother and mother are still unspeakable after all.

It's dark.

In the Jiang family's meeting hall, the lights are bright.

The hall was large enough to accommodate a hundred people, but there were only thirteen chairs and a large picture screen.

There are six chairs on the left and right, and the chair at the front is one step higher, representing the identity of the person sitting on it.

At the moment, except for the two chairs on the right, the rest of the chairs are seated.

Jiang Yao sat in the first place, his phoenix eyes closed slightly, and said lightly: "After three days, no one is allowed to enter the cultivation room, do you have any objections?"

"For Dao Li's use again?"

On the third chair on the right, a gray-haired old man frowned, his words full of disdain.

This person is the elder of the three clans of the Jiang family, Jiang Yuan.

"The three clans always have opinions, but it doesn't hurt to say it!" , Jiang Yao glanced at him and said.

Jiang Yuan stroked his beard and said slowly: "Everyone knows that Dao Li has no cultivation qualifications, and the cultivation room is given to him to use, I'm afraid it will be a waste of resources."

As soon as these words came out, except for Jiang Yao, the rest of the people looked at him sideways.

On the first chair on the left, an old man with the same posture of Long Zhong smiled and said, "The elders of the three clans have been in retreat all year round, and they don't know anything about the young master."

"Every time the young master enters the cultivation room, there will be an amazing harvest, and this move is not a waste of resources."

Jiang Yuan scoffed at this and said disdainfully: "Light work? Martial? Without cultivation, no matter how much you have to do it, it will be useless. ”

As Jiang Yuan's words fell, the council hall was suddenly so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Feeling this atmosphere, Jiang Yuan's heart sank slightly, and he secretly complained, how could he say such things in front of Jiang Yao?

But apparently Jiang Yao was not angry because of this, and after everyone was silent for a moment, Jiang Yao asked, "Is there anything to be gained from the retreat of the elders of the three clans?"

"I learned something." , Jiang Yuan smoothed his tone and replied respectfully.

"Meaning there's no progress?"

Without waiting for Jiang Yuan to speak, Jiang Yaofeng's eyes were slightly cold.

"Waste of resources!"

“……”

Lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot, Jiang Yuan's face was embarrassed, and the rest of the people also secretly laughed.

"When I am old, I can't speak a little bit, and I hope that the head of the family will forgive me."

"The three tribes are old, I can understand."

After a pause, Jiang Yao spoke again: "Yan'er, send the elders of the three clans to the elders of the big clan to rest."

When the words landed, the rest of the people trembled slightly, lowered their heads and did not speak.

Immediately afterwards, behind the huge screen, a delicate-looking girl about seventeen or eighteen years old suddenly walked out.

Yan'er walked in front of Jiang Yuan and stretched out her hand to lead: "Three clan elders, please!"

Seeing this, Jiang Yuan immediately regretted it, and Jiang Yao made him lose the capital to gain a foothold here with a few words, which meant that he would never have the opportunity to set foot in the council hall in the future and be kicked out of the family's core power circle.

Moreover, no one speaks for themselves at the moment, and the reason for this is self-evident.

How can a lonely person be successful?

Good means!

Taking a deep look at Jiang Yao, Jiang Yuan finally brushed his sleeves away, and under the leadership of Yan'er, he came to a dimly lit place.

"How did you come to the ancestral shrine?"

Jiang Yuan was puzzled, the girl named Yan'er didn't pay attention, Lianbu moved lightly, lit the surrounding candles, and stood quietly at the door looking at Jiang Yuan.

The candlelight flickered, and the scene in the ancestral shrine came into view, and when Jiang Yuan saw the tablet on the table in front of him, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he instantly understood the meaning of Jiang Yao's words.

The Jiang family is old, and Jiang Xuan's spiritual position!

The two clans of the Jiang family are old, and the spirit of Jiangbei is located!

Seeing these two spiritual positions clearly, Jiang Yuan's face turned pale, his eyes stayed on the wine glass in front of the spiritual position for a moment, and then fell on the smoke standing at the door like a sculpture, and asked with difficulty: "Why?"

"The young master is young, for the sake of the future, there is no obstacle left!"

Jiang Yuan was incredulous: "Paving the way for a waste person, is it more important than the life of the clan elder?"

"The head of the family has his own measure, Yan'er acts according to orders, please don't let Yan'er be embarrassed by the three clans!"

"What if I don't want to? Is it possible for Jiang Yao to protect him for the rest of his life? ”

"The sin of treason, the elders of the three clans can't afford to bear it, and as for the other obstacles, there will be a time to clear them!"

After Yan'er finished speaking, countless faint breaths suddenly appeared outside the ancestral hall, although he couldn't see anyone, but Jiang Yuan understood that this was for himself, as long as he moved around, the crime of treason was a sure thing.

After being silent for a long time, Jiang Yuan picked up the wine glass on the table with trembling hands and drank it all, looked at Yan'er and sighed: "If Jiang Xia can have half of your ability, the old man will not be so far."

"The old man of the three clans can rest assured, Miss Jiang Xia will lead you in front!"

Hearing this, Jiang Yuan's body trembled slightly, and the poisonous wine was raging in his body, he sat cross-legged on the ground with difficulty, and sighed: "Kill them all, the head of the family is really ruthless!"

"I'm sorry, you're in the way of the young master!"

Yan'er let out a faint sound, bowed to Jiang Yuan, and did not stand up straight until he died of poisonous hair, and left with lotus steps.

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